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In This Hell Daryl Dixon X Reader Part 5/??

Hey everyone! Part 5 is now here! I hope you all like it :) Thank you all for the support! Warnings- General walking dead stuff, Gore, descriptions of blood, Swearing, death.

After another sleepless night, I found myself being the first of our group to wake up. I walked out of the front door and onto the porch, making sure that the door closed softly behind me. Pulling the sleeves of my sweater down over my hands, I crossed my arms over my chest, looking over the grassy field. I could feel the warmth of the sun slowly creep onto my face as the night faded away, leaving the pink and orange hues of the breathtaking sunrise to illuminate everything in its path. A gentle breeze coursing through the trees, it was one of the most beautiful sights I’ve seen. “It’s real beautiful out here, especially this time of the morning.” I jumped, turning around, seeing Patricia standing in front of the door behind me. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” “No, it’s fine, i’m fine.” I softly laughed. “Otis and I, we used to get up this early to watch the sunset, it’s our time together… Well it used to be.” She smiled softly. “Patricia, I’m so sorry for your loss. I have heard Otis was an amazing man.” “He was, he put that boys life above his own, it was the lords plan… This is how it was meant to be.” “He was a hero…” “He always was… Even when no-one else knew it, he was my hero.” She chuckled softly. I looked over to her as she sniffled. “I should get going. I have to collect the eggs.” “I can come with you and help if-“ “Its okay, I will be fine, thank you.” She shook her head. I watched as she left. Taking a few moments to myself, I take in a deep breath and sigh. Looking back over the field I watch as the sunrise finally dissipates. I can hear the others start to wake up inside. The door behind me opened again. “You’re awake already?” Maggie asked. “Hey, yeah. I don’t sleep much anyway.” I smiled “Maybe you should've been a farmer.” She joked

“Maybe I should have.” I laughed. “I heard you last night.” “Pardon?” “The nausea. You aren’t sick are you?” “I’m not sick…” I smiled softly. “I just don’t understand why they call it morning sickness when it hits at any time of the day.” I chuckled. We stood in comfortable silence. “Thank you.” I broke it. She raised her brow at me. “For the hospitality.” “It’s the least can do.” “No, really, thank you.” I smiled. “You’re welcome.” She smiled back at me, shaking her head slightly. “How long have you had the farm?”

“The farm has been passed down in our family for generations.” “Is it something you’ve always wanted? The farm?” “When I was younger it was all I wanted. Then I grew up and went to college, Dad needed help, so I came home.” “Then this all happened?” “Yeah.” “And it has just been you guys?” She nodded. “Sorry to cut the conversation short, I have some work to do.” She smiled “Of course, sorry to take your time.” “It’s okay.” She chuckled before making her way down the front steps. I closed my eyes as a small gust of wind blew against my face. Sighing, I opened my eyes, turning towards the door, entering the house. I softly laughed looking over to where Glenn and T-dog were still asleep sitting on the two seater lounge, heads back, mouths open. “You think we should wake them?” I turned to see Rick staring at the two. “Maybe.” I laughed along with him. Once the soft laughter between the two of us died down I looked back at Rick. “How’s Carl?” I asked “He is still asleep.” “He will be okay. He will be up again before you know it.” I smiled. “You’re right. Thank you.” He turned back towards the door. “Rick?” He looked back at me. “Can we do something for Otis? For Hershel and his people?” “Its a good idea, whatever they need.” I nodded, before softly nudging Glenn’s leg with my foot, doing the same to T-dog. Glenn slightly stirred before going back to sleep, resulting in a more harsh nudge. “Guys. Time to get up.” Both guys opened their eyes and stretched. I walked to the kitchen and seen Hershel sitting at the table, looking as though he was deep in thought. I turned, not wanting to bother him. “You can stay.” “Oh, thank you…” “Take a seat.” I sat across from him and smiled as he looked over me. “The boy is in recovery.” “Thanks to you and your people…” He nodded. “If you need help around the property we can do it, whatever you need let us know and we will pull our weight.” “That won’t be necessary. Thank you.” He stated as he left the kitchen. Once everyone was awake, we made our way outside, with Patricia, Maggie, and Hershel’s youngest daughter Beth long with her boyfriend Jimmy… excluding Rick, Lori and Hershel. We followed them to the tree-line and helped collect stones, placing them into a wheelbarrow. We collected stones for about 15 minutes until I heard a noise in the distance, making the others cease movement. My face broke into a smile as the sound of a motorcycle became more clear. I turned and looked at Shane, Glenn and T-dog. “They’re here.” I smiled T-dog left us and went to retrieve Rick and Lori. We all made our way over to the house and waited for the rest of our group to join us. I watched as the RV, Hyundai and motorcycle drove towards the house, pulling up as the front door opened. Everyone stood looking at one another. “How is he?” Dale broke the silence.

“He'll pull through, thanks to Hershel and his people.” Lori responded.

“And Shane. We'd have lost Carl if not for him.” Rick added. Dale embraced Rick in a hug.

“Thank god. We were so worried.” Carol rushed forward hugging Lori.

“How'd it happen?” Dale asked

“Hunting accident. That's all, just a stupid accident.” Rick spoke. I looked around, checking to see if they had found Sophia. I made eye contact with Andrea, who in return shook her head, knowing who I was looking for.

Andrea hugged me after hugging T-dog. “How have you been feeling?” She whispered. I nodded. “As good as I can be.” I smiled. “I think someone’s waiting for you.” I turn around and see Daryl staring at me. “I’ll talk to you later.” I smiled. “Go.” She softly pushed me. I walked over to him and smiled softly. “Hey…” I sighed. “Hey.” He nodded. I moved forward and wrapped my arms around his middle, resting my head against his chest. After a moment he wrapped his arms around my frame, leaning his chin on top of my head. “We have something we need to finish.” I look up to see Shane watching. I pulled away and grabbed Daryls hand, pulling him along as I made my way back where the stones were.

We all helped Hershel and his people build a memorial for Otis with the collected stones. Standing around the Mound of stones, we watched as Beth placed a stone on the pile. “Blessed be god, father of our lord Jesus christ. Praise be to him for the gift of our brother Otis, for his span of years, for his abundance of character; Otis, who gave his life to save a child's, now more than ever, our most precious asset. We thank you, god, for the peace he enjoys in your embrace. He died as he lived, in grace. Shane, will you speak for Otis?” Hershel spoke. “I’m not good at it. I'm sorry.” Shane responded. I looked at my brother dumbfounded.

“You were the last one with him. You shared his final moments. Please. I need to hear. I need to know his death had meaning…” Patricia cried

“Okay. We were about done. Almost out of ammo. We were down to pistols by then. I was limping. It was bad. Ankle all swollen up. ‘We've got to save the boy’. See, that's what he said.” He paused, shaking his head. “He gave me his backpack. He shoved me ahead.” He paused again. “‘Run’, he said. He said, ‘I’ll take the rear. I'll cover you’.” “And when I looked back... If not for Otis, I'd have never made it out alive. And that goes for Carl too. It was Otis. He saved us both. If any death, ever had meaning, It was his.” He finished, placing the last stone on to the pile. Standing between Glenn and Daryl, I watch as Shane walks back to where he stood before. “Thank you for speaking Shane.” Patricia nodded, still softly sobbing. We all stood in a moment of silence before all walking back toward the house.

“No Sophia?” Glenn asked Daryl. “We searched for a few hours last night.” “Wait, we?” I stopped. “Me and Andrea.” He nodded. “Was there any sign of her?” He shook his head. “Who is Sophia?” I turned to see Maggie walking with us. “She is one of our group, she’s Carl’s age... She is missing.” “I’ll ask dad, see if we can help.” She smiled. “Thank you.” She nodded. Maggie left the group and entered the house, to talk to Hershel I’m assuming, Glenn following her inside. I look over to Daryl who is scanning the farm for any threat. “Are you okay?” I ask. “What?” He shook his head. “Are you okay? After last night?” “I’m fine. Why are you asking?” “Because I know that you being out there searching for that little girl, meant that you were out until at least 4am still looking. I know you.” “I’m fine.” He mumbled. I look over the the front door which opened, revealing Hershel and Rick, Daryl and I followed them as they walked toward the Cherokee, Shane and Andrea already standing by. “How long has this girl been lost?” Hershel asked. “This'll be day three.” Rick answered.Maggie joined us, spreading a map over the hood of the car, placing small stones on the top two corners and on the middle bottom. “County survey map. Shows terrain and elevations.” “This is perfect. We can finally get this thing organised. We'll grid the whole area, start searching in teams.” Rick nodded looking at the map. “Not you. Not today. You gave three units of blood. You wouldn't be hiking five minutes in this heat before passing out.” Hershel told Rick, pausing to look at my brother. “And your ankle, push it now, you'll be laid up a month, no good to anybody.” He looked at Shane. “Guess it's just me. I'm gonna head back to the creak, work my way from there.” Daryl nodded, heading off. “I can still be useful, I'll drive up to the interstate, see if Sophia wandered back.” Shane stated. “All right, tomorrow then. We'll start doing this right.” Rick nodded. “That means we can't have our people out there with just knives. They need the gun training we've been promising them.” Shane spoke up. “I'd prefer you not carrying guns on my property. We've managed so far without turning this into an army camp.” Hershel shook his head. “All due respect, you get a crowd of those things wandering in here...” “Look, we're guests here. This is your property. And we will respect that.” Rick paused looking at Shane as he surrendered his gun onto the map, Shane following. “First things first: set camp, find Sophia.” Rick continued. “I hate to be the one to ask, but somebody's got to. What happens if we find her and she's bit? I think we should all be clear on how we handle that.” Shane asked. “You do what has to be done.” Rick answered. “And her mother? What do you tell her?” Maggie asked. “The truth.” Andrea responded. Shane took his gun from the hood of the car, re-holstering it. “I'll gather and secure all the weapons. Make sure no one's carrying till we're at a practice range off site. I do request one rifleman on lookout. Dale's got experience.” He added. “Our people would feel safer, less inclined to carry a gun.” Rick agreed. Hershel nodded. “Thank you.” Shane walked off. “That stuff you brought, got more antibiotics, bandages, anything like that?” Maggie asked “Just what you've seen.” Andrea replied leaving “We're running short already. I should make a run into town.” “Not the place Shane went?” Rick asked. “No, there's a pharmacy just a mile down the road. I've down it before.” She nodded. “See our man there in the baseball cap? That's Glenn, our go-to-town expert. I'd ask him along just to be cautious.” Hershel thought for a moment, before looking at Maggie and nodding his head in Glenn’s direction, as she started to walk away.

I had been walking around the farm for a little while now, collecting thoughts. Watching Shane and Andrea sitting, cleaning guns on a picnic bench, Shane looking as if he is instructing. I see Maggie talking to Glenn and Dale, I can pretty much see the blush on Glenns face from where I am. I almost rounded the corner, until I heard Rick yell out, making me stop completely. I know that it’s wrong to listen into a conversation, but I couldn’t help it.

“Daryl. You okay on your own?” “I’m better on my own. I'll be back before dark.” He responded. “Hey. We got a base. We can get this search properly organised now.” “You got a point or are we just chatting?” I softly hit his arm with the back of my hand. “My point is it lets you off the hook. You don't owe us anything.” “My other plans fell through.” Daryl stated as he left. I thought for a moment of what that meant. Then it hit me. Daryl was planning on leaving. He and Merle, they were just going to leave. No hesitation… He was never going to stay in the first place.

The door to the house slammed shut as Hershel walked down the front steps. “We could give you more space. Set up over by the barn.” Rick offered. “No, no need for that. Better you stay close to the house. I don't say this easily, Rick. We don't normally take in strangers. I can't have your people thinking this is permanent. Once you find this girl and your boy's fit for travel, I expect you'll move on. We need to be clear on that.” Hershel answered. I watched the older man walk away, Rick just standing with his hands on his waist, looking at the barn before leaving.

Out of the corner of my eye I see T-dog and Dale over at one of the well’s. I slowly make my way over to them. As I arrive T-dog was pumping the water, already mid way through a conversation, smiling at me when he noticed my presence. “-Everyone kicks in, does their part. Am I right? Do your part, don't complain.” He paused, scooping some water out of the pail. “That's what I always-“ The ladle was hit out of his hands.

“I wouldn't drink that if I were you.” Dale warned, looking between the two of us. “What?” I asked “Look at this.” We both followed Dale to the well, it’s planks busted as though something had fallen through, which Dale points into.

“We need to tell Hershel and his people.” Dale stated. “I’ll go get the others.” I turn around to see T-dog running to find the others. It’s snarls and growls grew more loud. The others joined us, standing over the top of the well.

Shane handed Dale a flashlight. He turned it on and directed the light down the well. I look down and see a bloated walker, it’s face swollen with blotchy discoloured skin. “Oh, that’s disgusting.” I say staring at it. “Looks like we've got us a swimmer.” Dale speaks. “Lets get this cover off of it, not that it’s covers much now…” I spoke up, grabbing one side of the wood. “Hey, put that down. You’ll hurt yourself.” Dale scolded, grabbing the otherwise. “He’s right, put it down.” Shane warned me. “But-“ “No buts.” Dale added. I sighed in defeat and put it down. “Its not even that heavy.” I muttered, causing Shane to glare at me. “How long do you think it's been down there?” Glenn asked. “Long enough to grow gills.” Andrea replied. “We can't leave it in there. God knows what it's doing to the water.” Lori spoke up. “We got to get it out.” Shane shook his head. “Easy. Put a bullet in its head. I'll get a rope.” T-dog offered. “Whoa whoa, guys. No.” Maggie responded. “Why not? It's a good plan.” Glenn nodded. “It's a stupid plan. If that thing hasn't contaminated the water yet, blowing its brains out will finish the job.” Andrea spoke. “She's right. Can't risk it.” Shane added. “So it has to come out alive?” T-dog asked. “So to speak.” “How do we do that?” Glenn asked. For a moment we all look at each other, trying to come up with an idea on how to get it out. I watched it, trying to claw the sides of the well to get some sort of sustenance. “Guys.” I paused.

“What? What is it?” Lori asked. “Are you okay?” Glenn asked. “Yeah im fine, I have an idea.” “Well, what is it?” Dale asked. “Food… All they want is food.” “And? We know this. Get to the point.” Shane said crossing his arms. “What if we bait it? Put something on the end of a rope.” “You want to feed it? It’s not a damn pet!” Shane snapped. “I know its not! Let me finish!” I snapped back. The others looked at me. “As I was saying, Bait it, then drop a lasso around it, pull it out.” I finished. “Thats actually a good plan.” Dale nodded. “We just need something to use as bait.” “Leave that to me.” Maggie nodded, running toward the house. I made eye contact with Shane, he made the come here motion. I move around the well, standing next to my brother. “What gave you that idea?” “I don’t know. It just came to me.” “It’s a good idea.” “Thank you.” I watched as Maggie ran from the house back to the well. “Will this work?” She breathed out. “We have to try.” I shrugged. We opened the canned ham, wrapping fishing line and hooks to it. We connected it to the makeshift pole, lowering it toward the walker. The spam just dangled infant of the walker, who was blatantly ignoring it. “He's not going for it.”

“Maybe 'cause a canned ham don't kick and scream when you try to eat it.” T-dog spoke.

“He's right.” Lori paused, kneeling over the well. “There's a reason the dead didn't come back to life. And start raiding our cupboards.” She finished.

“We need live bait.” Andrea stated, looking at Glenn. “I’ll do it.” Glenn slightly nodded. “No I will.” Glenn looked at me and shook his head. “No, its okay. I’ll do it.” He persisted. “It has been decided Glenn is doing it.” Shane stated, glaring at me. “Glenn shouldn’t have to do this.” “(Y/n/n), its okay. I can do it.” Glenn tried to calm me down. “Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.” I shook my head. It was silent until Glenn finally breathed out.

“Lets get this over and done with.” We set up the rope to make a pulley system, to hold Glenns weight, and when it comes to it, the walkers. I grabbed onto the rope. “Woah, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Please. Let me do this Shane, I know you want to protect me, but let me help.” I paused. “Look, All im going to do is help feed through the rope and pull when I need to.” I finished. Shane looked at me, hands on his hips, head down. “Fine. You can help.” I smiled as he left. I watched as Shane helped Glenn with his makeshift rope harness.

“Have I mentioned that I really like your new haircut? You have a nice shaped head.” Glenn said looking at Shane.

“Don't worry about it, bud. Hey, we're gonna get you out of here in one piece.” He responded.

“Living piece. That living part is important.” He said, taking the rope for the walker, putting it over his arm. Shane got up, walking over to join us, ducking under the rope, grabbing it to help pull. “Nice and slow, please.” Glenn spoke.

“We got you.”

“Oh, you people are crazy.” Maggie shook her head.

“You want to get it out of your well or not?” Shane asked. Not letting go of the rope I slightly turn my head to see Shane, shaking my head when he looked at me.

“Give us an eye there, Maggie.” Dale asked. Glenn looked up at Maggie and she slightly shook her head, watching him slowly ease his way down. She stood above the well And looked down.

“Doing okay?” She asked. “Yup, doing great.” I heard the small echo of Glenns voice.

“Little lower. Little more.” Maggie helped instruct us. We slowly lowered the rope. Something felt wrong… I heard a creak, before the pump fell toward me.

Everyone behind me yelling. Choruses of “Get it!” And “Grab it!” were being called as I kept hold of the rope, which was now slipping.

I could hear Glenns screams, making me fight harder against the rope. The pump flew out of the ground, headed straight towards the well, dragging me with it. Everyones screams were going quiet, the heavy sound of my heart thumping draining out the surrounding sounds. I look up to see everyone with their arms behind T-dog, pulling him. T-dog has hold of me, pulling me away from the well with the others, I look down and realise that I was holding the pump. My legs pushing against the well, pulling the rope as hard as I can. I screamed as I pulled, suddenly hearing the screaming of Glenn and yelling of the group. “Glenn!” I heard Maggie yell. “Pull him up!” I shouted

“Pull him up! Pull him up!” “Get me out of here!” Glenn screamed. “Lets go! Pull!” Shane yelled. “Pull him up!” We were further from the well than I last remember, I see Shane and Lori both standing and pulling the rope up.

Dale pried the pump from my hands and slowly helped me stand up, T-dog helping, pushing me up. I look over to see Shane grabbing Glenn as he jumped out of the well, Glenn making straight for the ground. “Are you okay?” Lori asked I stumbled over, softly patting his back across from her. He panted.

“Back to the drawing board.” Dale sighed. Glenn looked up, shaking his head, standing up.

“Says you.” He handed him the rope, patting his shoulder as he walks past. Dale grabbed the rope, and walked toward the well. We all surrounded it again, only to see the walker caught in the rope. “Okay… Time for a new plan.” Andrea looked at me. I looked over to her. “Really?” I looked around for a moment, before stopping on Maggie. “What?” “We need a horse…” I sighed. She looked at me. “We can use the horse to help lift the walker out of the well.” She nodded, heading for the stables.

“Quick thinking.” T-dog spoke. “What?” “Grabbing the pump cylinder like that, Are you okay?” “Yeah. Im Okay.” I smiled. Maggie brought the horse over, tying the rope to her horses saddle. “Okay. We slowly bring this thing up.” Shane called. I stood with Maggie and her horse, helping calm it. T-dog was directing the speed of the rising walker. “Come on guys! Pull!” He encouraged. We pulled the rope slowly, making sure that the horse was okay. The walkers discoloured face had now risen above the wall of the well. The further the walker came out, the more its stench had spread, its eyes bulging out of its decaying skull.

I moved from my spot at the horse, standing behind Andrea, helping pull the rope.

The walker was caught against the well, proving more difficult to pull.

We pulled again, the rope gave way. The walker’s body had torn in half. Intestines, and bile spilling everywhere as its bottom half fell into the well. My stomach instantly churns as I stare at its upper body writhe on the ground. “We should seal off this well.” Dale nodded. “Yeah, might be a good idea.” Shane answered. “So what do we do about…” Andrea started, until T-dog cut her off, brutally bashing the walkers skull with the ladle.

The sound and smell was unbearable, I felt even more nauseous. “Good thing we didn't do anything stupid like shoot it.” He sneered when he finished.

I shook my head and walked away, making my way toward the house and the to the RV. I ran into Carol at the RV. “What happened to you?” She asked, softly grabbing my arm. “What do you mean?’ I ask, softly shaking my head. She sat me down onto the picnic bench near the RV. “Show me your hands (Y/n).” She said looking at me. “My hands?” I asked. I looked down to see angry red, blistering burns over the palms of my hand. “Oh, I didn’t even realise…” “What happened?” “There was a walker in the well, we tried to remove it…” “Are you okay?” “Yeah. I just didn’t realise that this had happened. It must’ve happened when the pump broke.” “What?” “The pump broke and Glenn almost fell further into the well, I grabbed the rope and fought it as it slipped. I grabbed the pump.” “We need to get this cleaned up, it could get infected if we leave it untreated.” She stood up, making her way inside the RV. She returned with a little bit of gauze and ointment. Carol carefully wiped down my blistering hands, applying ointment to the gauze, wrapping both hands up. “Thank you…” She nodded, pulling me into a hug.

“Carol. You ready to head out?” I look over to see Shane and Andrea waiting by the car. “Ill be right there!” She called out. “Ill see you soon.” I nodded my head, as she smiled softly. She stood up, making her way over to the car. I found my tent and pitched it up with the others. I look over to see Glenn and Maggie already on the main road on their horses. “Hey Lori.” I called. “Yeah honey?” She looked up. “Im going for a walk… ill be back soon.” “Hang on, I’ll come with you.” She stood up. “No, its okay, goto Carl. He needs you… I will be okay.” I smiled. She looked weary. “I won’t go far, ill stay on the property.” “I don’t know…” “Please? I just need some air.” She looked around, then nodded. “What do I tell the others?“ She asked. “That I’ll be back.”

I followed the path around the property, coming across a dam. I sat down along the edge and looked over the water.

It was beautiful, peaceful. It felt as though the world hadn’t turned to shit. The cattle had broken through one of the fences, and were all at the damn, drinking, grazing the grass. Looking to the sky, I see the soft purple glow make its way over the horizon. “Shit.” I muttered under my breath realising that I lost track of time. Standing up, I make my way toward the path. I look across one of the paddocks, seeing the RV on the other side. I slip through the wire, deciding to take the shortcut. I walked through the grass, the sky now settling on the burnt orange and purple tones. I looked over to see Dale waving at me on the top of the RV. I smile and wave back as I walked toward him. Abruptly, I stop, my body hitting the ground underneath me as my foot falls down a hole. “Shit!” I hissed out, sitting up, pulling my foot out of the hole, examining it.

I look up to see a figure rushing toward me. “I’m okay.” I called out, pushing myself off the ground. I take a step forward and buckle slightly, a pair of arms now holding me steady. “I uh, I fell down a rabbit hole.” I chuckled slightly.

I look up, Daryl looking less than impressed. He didn’t say a word, just ushered me to walk back to camp with him. I hobbled slightly behind him. “Any luck on finding Sophia?” He shook his head, now walking faster. I sighed, trying to keep up. Daryl stopped, realising that I wasn’t with him now. “Hurry up.” He snapped “I am going as fast as I can.” I responded sourly. “I’ll meet you there.”I finished. He made his way toward me, lifting me up bridal style. “I can walk.” “Too slow.” He shook his head. Once we arrived to the camp, he sat me down and took off my boot, examining my ankle.

“It’s a little swollen.” “Thank you.” He nodded, walking off grabbing some food and bringing it back for us to share. We sat in silence. “I’m sorry.” He looked at me. “For?” “Your plans falling through.” He looked down, then around to see if any one else could hear us. “You ‘eard that?” “Yeah..” I spoke softly. “I know that You and Merle were moving on… Im sorry that you guys couldn’t.” I finished. “My plans didn’t fall through ‘cause of Merle.” He paused. I looked down at my bandaged hands. “They fell through, ‘cause of you...”

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The King Returns

Summary: The night that Remus and Roman cease to be, and King returns aren't exactly what one would call a messy or even a climactic one. But it is eventful.

It was midnight when he finally woke up, the aching of his bones was the first thing that greeted him upon returning to consciousness and abruptly sitting up. The second was the sound of his own gasping sputters as oxygen squeezed itself from his lungs for what felt like the first time in years, his chest and his very heart ached as he sat there for what felt like forever as the minutes ticked on by. He could see the grand soft golden walls of his bedroom, mixed with a lovely deep shade of green that looked like the finest cut emerald. Everything around him seemed so utterly familiar, and yet… like it was all from a distant dream. Many of the things in his room felt as if they belonged to him, from the scabbard that laid by his bedside table, to the corkboard that had a whole bundle of red string connecting sheets and papers. Was any of this really his, who could say?

There was one thing that he did know, however. And that was the fact that he was breathing… he was alive.

Standing took quite a lot out of him, like a newly born doe attempting to rise up on unsteady legs, he couldn’t help but giggle at the imagery of someone like him floundering around almost taking a nosedive to his lush red carpet that had quite a few mysterious stains on it. It was interesting, finding a new way to walk, even standing was its own adventure as everything around him seemed to change as soon as he stood up stumbling on his own two feet.

“Well, that was a lovely mistake!” He couldn’t help yet another laugh as he glanced around at all of the books that lined his walls, the scrolls and quills that looked to be quite old despite the closed laptop atop his desk pushed out of the way for two separate plates of food that had grown cold as untouched as they were. Was the food poisoned? Had it been tampered with when he had been unconscious? Would it make his stomach explode in continuously gruesome fashions until there was nothing more than a pile of meat and gore on the floor? Or maybe it would transform him into an animal, like a slug that would have to slowly and carefully slink his way through the thick carpet in a valiant effort to find a way to reverse the transformation. Maybe it would just straight up.. or rather gay- up make his eyeballs explode right out of his head, as odd as that would be.

Maybe it would even-

Whatever his train of thought had been about to trail down to, it stopped dead as soon as the noises of someone else outside of his room reached his ears.

Others? Others who knew him? Who knew of him?

Glancing at the clock, he found it highly doubtful that anyone other than himself would even be awake at this time. How many people would be awake at five in the morning of all times?

Regardless of the question that was soon about to be answered, he seized the golden and green cloak before fastening it to his shoulders, he had to look presentable after all as he stalked towards the door. Peering out, there was a single lit doorward in the hallway that stretched out before him, all except for one, one that had a faint light gleaming behind it. Not enough to have a major light on, but rather something like a desk lamp on or something. Regardless, he moved forward with the purpose of a thousand noble steeds, as he ventured towards the stairs that led down into the kitchen where the odd noises had originated from.

He should have brought his spear with him, that was... if he even had one, to begin with.

His hands remained curled into fists as he slunk around the wall, his back pressed firmly against it so that no demon could sneak up behind him. His footsteps were as silent as could be as he reared his body around the corner, ready to tell off whoever was there at this time of the night, just for his body to abruptly freeze as soon as his eyes landed on who was standing there next to the coffee pot waiting for it to fill up before he went back upstairs.

He felt his mouth go dry, all while a strange lump of emotions swelled in his throat.

He knew this man, he knew him well before… before… Before it had happened to him.

“Logan,” The name was like the whisper of a promise as he rushed forward not even bothering with the silence that he had been dutiful to uphold, happiness unlike anything he had ever felt before blooming like a wild rose stalk in his chest. Piercing his heart with its thorns, leaving him to bleed out for this side, and for this side alone. “Logan.”

He raised his hands as soon as Logan’s cup had come clattering down against the surface of the counter before swiftly spinning around at the sound of his own softly whispered name. His mouth opened, ready to spout off an explanation, an apology, or just an excuse as to why he was up so early. But all of that died on his lips as soon as his eyes landed on the form of the person that stood in front of him, perhaps for the first time in his life the logical side was completely and utterly speechless as his mouth remained open and gaping at the other side in front of him as his eyes burned and stung with the threat of oncoming tears. He didn’t know what to say, he didn’t even know if he could say anything. The words lingered on his tongue, waiting to escape his open mouth.

But… he couldn’t, not until the side in front of him finally touched him. Cupping the side of his face, proving to him that this wasn’t some sleepless hallucination that he was suffering from given his lack of overall rest. He had never been the best with emotions, even at the best of times, but now… now he felt as if he was completely coming apart because of them.

“King,” The hoarse whisper left his lips, that one sole word that said so much with so little as the creative side that towered over him gazed down at him so longingly as his trembling finger gently caressed the logical side’s bottom lip.

A look of agony drenched the creative side’s face as the tears escaped Logan’s eyes, drenching his cheeks, “Oh my dear,” King hurriedly but gingerly moved to wipe the tears away, his black painted nails glimmering in the light of the kitchen. “I am so so sorry,” He apologized, not even really sure for what he was apologizing for. “I left you for long and,” Memories that weren’t quite his stapled themselves over his mind’s eye, memories of harsh nicknames, a jagged weapon being thrown at Logan’s head, undoubtedly meeting its mark. King choked, “I’m so sorry,” He didn’t quite know where to put his trembling hands, but in the end, he settled for just cupping Logan’s face. His beautiful wonderful face that he had caused so much pain. “I am so sorry my dear, for everything that I did.. Everything that I said. The pain that I caused...”

A sensation similar to having his heart torn open and then stuffed with a firecracker was all that he could feel, the only sensation that he would let himself feel.

But even so, Logan’s face only reflected confusion. “King,” A humorless smile curled on Logan’s lips, it was a smile that King couldn’t help but to fear, to fear everything that it meant to him and Logan. “You usually aren’t one to tell lies.”

The creative side’s arms constricted around Logan, dropping his hands from the logical side’s face down to his side as he wrapped his arms around him. It was the kind of hug that could not be escaped from, the kind that an octopus normally wrapped its prey in, except… this was Logan, he never wanted to hurt Logan, he never wanted to see him hurt… never. But even that tight hold didn’t stop the agonized whimper from leaving his lips, a whimper that sounded all too similar to a dying animal than to anything human.

Just what had he done… no, what had happened while he had been gone to make his dear believe such things?

He pressed a sloppy tear-soaked kiss to Logan’s ear, “I promise you, Love,” He whispered, his cheek rested against the messy bird’s nest that Logan called his hair. “I am sorry for what happened in my absence, and if I have to spend the rest of my days remedying it… fixing your broken heart back together. Then I will do it, I will climb whatever mountain you wish me to, I will eat carrots, I burn for you love to give you whatever warmth you desire. Just.. just tell me, and I shall make it happen.” Every word rang with the finality of conviction and truth.

He wanted to cling to Logan, to let his fingers hold the logical side through the night. To fall asleep next to him, and to wake up seeing his beautiful face each and every morning. But… even if Logan did not want him, if he wanted the version of him that donned a red sash or even the one that wielded the morning star with a terrifying accuracy… then he would rip himself in half to ensure that it happened.

Logan’s arms curled around his midsection and squeezed him tight.

“Just…” There was a pause, but even so, he was listening to every word that could possibly leave the other side’s mouth. He listened to the way that his breathing rose and fell, the way that he sniffled in an attempt to get every word out. And he felt the way that Logan merely just gripped him tighter, his pristine uniform wrinkling under his fingers, not that King cared one little bit. “Just don’t leave again.”

That… That King could do.

#roman sanders #remus sanders #ts remus #logan sanders #logic sanders #intrulogical #logince #lomus #ts sanders sides #ts sides #sanders sides #roman and remus refuse #refused au #king au #king 'creativity' sanders

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ksj-com · 5 years

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The Purge Night- Locked Doors

- Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

- Genre: The Purge!AU, smut, fluff, angst, gore

- Warnings/Tags: Married with kids, Namjoon being a good dad, soft Namjoon, pregnant reader, gory, murder more than once, emotional death, pretty vanilla Namjoon, fingering, sweet talking, quiet sex, unprotective sex, missionary, cheesecake mention, sad ending, stabbing, throat being slit, caregiver Namjoon, death of a loved one

- Word Count: 4745 words

- Summary: Happily married, two beautiful kids, and living comfortably in your new neighborhood— what else could you ask for? You and Namjoon made sure the new house had the best security for tonight. Nothing would hurt you guys more than losing one of your precious children. Everyone is confident in the house’s protection, but what if danger was already inside before the doors closed?

|| Masterlist ||

A/N: Last one for my Purge series, I hope you guys liked it! I’m going to be starting something new soon so stay following if you’re interested to see what it is! It has to do with requests *wink wink.*

The pan sizzled as you pushed the stir fry around, the smell of garlic rising with the steam. You shook some salt causing a little flame to rise from the food. Meanwhile, two kids scamper after each other, screaming and giggling from the immense exhilaration they receive from playing tag.

“Don’t go knocking into anything you two!” You warn them. Although, you didn’t mean it because they were the best kids you could ask for. Kind and well behaved— the most well behaved a pair of 6 year old twins could be. They looked so much like their father with their dark hair and a big bright smile that cheers up the whole room instantly. It still amazes you that you raised such handsome and polite little boys, but you could’ve never done it without your husband.

“They’ll be fine baby,” A pair of arms snake around your waist. You sink into his touch while scrambling the spatula through the frying vegetables. He places a kiss on your temple while rubbing your stomach. It has been about two months, so it was slightly bulged. He sets his chin on the top of your head and watches you cook. You look up at him with a pout, craving another kiss. As a result, he turns you around to place another one on your lips. “Just wait until there’s another one added to the bunch,” he causes you to smile.

“I’d probably be bald by now if you weren’t here. Those boys will be the death of me, so let’s hope this one is just one,” You laugh and cringe at the thought of having another set of twins in this house. Namjoon would probably love it, but you on the other hand would rather stick to one more for now.

“Come on, it wouldn’t be that bad,” His lips graze against yours. You roll your eyes playfully at him. Your arms resting on top of his shoulders while his laid at your waist. You go on your tip toes to plant another kiss on his lips.

“Ewwwww!” Kyle and Jason say in unison. You both laugh and pull away from each other. Kids definitely made it a challenge to show affection towards one another without receiving a disgusted sound in the process.

“Sit down at the table, so Mommy can make your plates okay?” You glance over at them, watching them rush over to the dinner table. They still couldn’t resist punching each other around in their seats. Namjoon sits across from them at the table, laughing at the hyper ness radiating off of them.

You scoop up a couple spoons of rice and stir fry on each plate, setting the kids’ dinner plates down first. You sit yourself down after setting yours and Namjoon’s plate down at the table. Once you sat down you sighed from the quietness. The kids were too busy stuffing their facing to create another ruckus for right now. Namjoon places his hand on your thigh and smiles at you.

“Hey kids we need to thank Mommy for making dinner for us today. You know it’s going to be a good dinner when she’s cooking,” He taps the table to get the kids’ attention. He was right— he was a terrible cook.

“Thank you Mommy,” They say in a monotone fashion which makes you belt out in a laugh. You watch them return back to their plates in unison.

Namjoon rolls his eyes at the lack of enthusiasm. “Thank you, beautiful. It looks and smells great.”

You thank him for the compliment and you both join the boys eating. A couple minutes into dinner, a thump is heard from the basement. Namjoon furrows his brows, wiping the food from his face with a napkin before backing his chair out from the table. You watched him walk downstairs filled with worry. It wasn’t even 7 yet, so what would someone be doing here?

“Be careful,” you follow him, but stop at the top of the stairs. You wait there when he disappears from your view, tapping your foot to ease the anxiety you felt. Namjoon reappears with a shrug and makes his way back up the stairs.

“Nothing to worry about. I didn’t see anything,” he notices the look on everyone’s faces. He bends down to the boys and tickles them for a laugh to ease the tension. You sit yourself back down with Namjoon to continue eating.

“How was everyone’s day?” You hum to end the sounds of silence and chewing noises.

“Good,” The twins say together. “One of the girls in my class told me she thinks I’m cute,” Jason chest huffs out with confidence. An ‘ooooo’ comes from yours and Namjoon’s mouth.

“Wait, Lexi?! She said that to me too!” Kyle crosses his arms over his chest. They begin to push each other around, saying “No, she likes me!” back and forth.

“Hey! Knock it off, did you guys forget you both look like each other? Of course she thinks you both are cute,” You stop the arguing, while Namjoon tries to hold in his laughter.

“Oh yeah,” they giggle.

“Hard to top what just happened, but my day was pretty good. I talked to Jin and he said that my work was so outstanding that I could be looking at a promotion in the near future,” Namjoon takes another bite of rice. You squeal and give him a hug.

“That’s great, Joon! It’s about time he’s recognized how talented you are,” you cause him to shy away and smile. He was always timid when it came to his work and the compliments he received on it. He despised people that are cocky and gloat about how much better they were, so he was the exact opposite.

Once everyone had finished their dinner, they set it in the sink. You scrub the dirty dishes and look out the window above the sink to the backyard. Namjoon was outside playing baseball with the boys, draining all the energy they had stored throughout the day. He stood on his knees to toss the ball at them at an even level, once Jason hit the ball he bolted around the imaginary bases. Kyle picked up the ball from the ground and threw it at Namjoon, causing him to playfully fall back from the oh-so-forceful throw. The boys laughed and piled on top of him, a grunt coming from Namjoon’s mouth.

“You guys are too heavy to do that to me now!” Namjoon tickles them off. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself while watching them.

You hoped the baby in your belly was— first off— only a single baby, and—secondly— a girl. Having two boys was fun and cute to watch Namjoon have his own little minions, but you wanted your own little girl to bond over things. Namjoon has his boys to play sports and rough house with, and you wanted a girl to talk about boy problems and dress up in cute clothing. It was stupid because, no matter what, you’ll love them unconditionally. Yet, you secretly wished for it.

You set your last clean dish on the drying mat before plopping on the couch with a whole cheesecake on a plate. You called it a pregnant craving, but Namjoon just thought it was hilarious. The fridge was always stocked with a cheesecake for times like these. You clicked on How To Get Away With Murder on the TV and your body was instantly in a trance. A trance of shoving a forkful for cheesecake in your mouth every 30 seconds while your eyes were glued to the screen. The trance was broken when Namjoon and the kids jumped down on the couch next to you.

Kyle and Jason knocked out on the couch basically the second they laid their heads down on it. “You really know how to wear them out,” you look down at Jason asleep on your lap.

“I have to or they would never fall asleep,” he whispers, inching his fingers near your cheesecake. You give him a glare, causing a snicker to come from him. “Rule number one, never take (Y/N)’s cheesecake,” he raises his hands up in surrender. You laugh and roll your eyes at the comment. Once again, he wasn’t wrong.

He quickly dips his finger and pops it in his mouth, immediately kissing your forehead to try to undo the unruly action he just did to you. You didn’t have it in you to be mad at him, so you just laughed. After that, he scoops up the boys on his shoulders to take them to bed. He made sure to activate the security system on the way back. You listened as the metal walls fell over the doors and windows. He walks back to you and wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“You finished devouring your cake?” He jokes. You laugh and set your empty plate down on the table. He kisses you when you rest your back against the couch again, his thumb resting on your chin. “I love you,” he pulls away. His eyes set on yours, warm and full of love like always.

“I love you more,” you tease. He shakes his head and kisses you again. You both lean back on the couch, his body resting on top of yours.

The purge siren goes off in the background, causing him to pull away. Your body snaps back to reality, to the night that sent chills up your spine— The Purge.

Namjoon could always read what you were thinking. “It’ll be okay. The security is the best in the country and, even if something does happen, I’ll never let anyone hurt you,” he says softly. You nod and wrap your arms around his neck. He pushes his fingers into your sides, making you yelp from being ticklish. He pulls you up and carries you to your guys’ room making sure to close the door behind him with his foot while passing it. Laying you on the bed softly he looks at you with his goofy smile.

“Have to keep quiet...the kids,” he whispers and winks at you. He let’s go of you to take off his shirt and toss aside, crawling on top of you to make his way back to your lips. Your mouths pushed together softly, each kiss filled with sweetness and love. You were so lucky to have him in your life; he was your best friend and obviously more. The way you both bond and click so easily made you always comfortable to do anything around him— and vice versa. You could feel his smile through the kisses. One of his hands twirled through your hair while the other lightly skimmed across your stomach with his fingertips. Everywhere he touched you felt his warmth sinking into your skin which only made you want more. He always knew how to make everything gentle, his kisses soft yet still passionate.

He reaches behind him to pull a blanket over the both of you just in case the kids came in you would both be shielded. You separate your legs more to give him room. Your casual dress bunching at the top of your thighs making it clear to see your underwear. He pulls his body in, hips grinding into you. The friction of his pants against your almost bare entrance made your breath hiccup. Your kisses travel along the bottom of his jaw causing a quiet moan to flow out of his lips. Your hands glide up and down his bare back, feeling the bumps of muscle and his shoulder blades. Meanwhile his lips found their way to your breasts, kissing each before traveling down further to your stomach. You look down at him and watch him kiss and trace shapes on your skin.

“I can’t wait for this little one to join our family,” his eyes look up to meet yours. He felt so blessed to be able to have a family with you and he was confident that you guys would spend the rest of your lives together.

“I hope it’s a girl,” you say out loud for the first time, curious to see if he would agree or disagree.

He nodded, looking back down in front of him. “Me too, she’ll be just as beautiful as her mother.” You felt your heartbeat pick up a bit when those words came out of his mouth. He always knew what to say and how to make you feel on top of the world. He brings his face to yours once again, cupping your face in his large hands. He kisses your nose before meeting your lips again, a moan muffled within the kiss from one of his hands thumbing circles on your underwear.

“Quiet baby,” he breathes, pulling your bottom lip with his teeth. He watches your eyes flutter back when he pushes your underwear aside to slide a finger in. He curls his fingers inside as his tongue begins to swirl around your sensitive nipples. Pregnancy makes them even more sensitive than usual, so the sudden sensation makes you gasp. Your fingers entangled through his hair, clutching handfuls to try to control yourself from being too loud. Your hips lift and circulate around his fingers inside of you and his thumb pushing into your clit.

You try to push his pants off, making him laugh against your chest. The vibration carried through your body to each tip. He got the hint that you were growing impatient for him, so he kicked off his pants and boxers. You bit your lip at the sight of his naked body in front of you, his length eager to inch inside of you. You pull him in and kiss him vigorously as your hand desperately clings onto his length hovering over your entrance. He groans as you wiggle him through your folds and jerk him.

He grabs the back of your knee and pushes it up and over his shoulder so he can sink inside deeply. He sighs with his eyes shut while he pushes deeper and deeper in you, going in circles to touch everywhere he can. You squeeze your hand over your mouth to hold in your moans. He begins to pump into you at a slow pace, watching you struggle to contain yourself.

“Hard to keep quiet?” He smirks into your neck, you can feel his breath heat up your skin like a flame. His lips connect to your neck while his hands grope your breasts, squeezing and massaging them within his palm. His thrusts grow faster, making your hands latch onto his back instead of your mouth now. His forehead is pressed against yours and you can see him trying to hold on for as long as he can, his lip being sucked in by his teeth from the painful pleasure of your fingers scratching up his back.

“Fuck, fuck” you whine. You pull him into you, making him go deeper. Your body desperate to vocalize the pleasure every time his dick hits your spot.

“You make me feel so good. God, I love you so much,” he struggles to complete his sentence. Sweat beads make his body slippery from the heat being created under the blanket.

Your body takes in his loving words and releases all over, causing him to be set over the edge as well. You feel him fill you up while he fucks into you until you are both done. When he pulls out, sliding his underwear back on and lays your dress down to your knees again. He dips down to embrace your hips into his body as he rests his head on your stomach. You watch him cuddle into you and his eyes slowly close while you play with his hair. It wasn’t long after that you found yourself caving into being tired and falling asleep too.

“Mommy! Daddy!” Your two boys burst into the room crying causing you and Namjoon to jump into action. You kneel on the ground while they cry into your shoulders.

“What’s wrong? Shhh, it’s okay. Tell Mommy and Daddy what’s wrong,” You coo and try to wipe their faces clean.

“We h-heard something in the-the basement!” they hiccup, tears flowing nonstop into every crevice of their small faces.

Namjoon’s heart drops to the floor as you both shoot each other a look of concern. His body shoots up as he quickly pulls on his clothes while grabbing a metal baseball bat from the closet. He rushes to the kitchen to give you a knife before walking out the bedroom door once again. You shoo your kids to the closet as you sit against the door with the knife gripped into your hands.

Namjoon inches towards the basement door for the second time today. The house was dark since all the lights were off, but he wasn’t stupid. He tries to flick the switch to turn the basement lights on, yet it remained unlit. He curses to himself as he yanked a drawer open to get a flashlight. He couldn’t help but feel terrified at what he might find in the basement as he shined the light beam down the stairs. His steps creaked underneath his feet as he slowly made his way downstairs. He whips the flashlight around the basement, showing the unpacked boxes stacked on top of one another like before. You both haven’t finished the basement yet and it was a future plan for the house that just wasn’t approached yet.

He illuminates the fuse box to reveal the torn out cables and wires, giving him the reason why the lights weren’t turning on. A piercing scream cut Namjoon’s basement search short. His body flying up the stairs to see what was happening. His eyes grew wide at the sight of a man pinning you on the floor with a knife being held to your neck. One of your hands were inches away from the knife that was knocked out of your hand on the floor, the man’s knee holding your wrist in place. You screamed out in pain again as his knife tore through your skin, joining the cuts he gave you on your arms, face, and chest.

The sight of Namjoon behind you brings tears to your eyes as you scream to try to warn him of the figure approaching him from behind. Namjoon whips around, but the second man knees his groin. Namjoon yells and falls to the ground in pain. Blood flies from his mouth when the man kicks him in the stomach over and over again.

“Stop hurting him, please! Stop!” Your begging is interrupting by the knife digging into your cheek. You scream out in pain. Your hot blood trickling down to the floor from each open wound.

“Shut the hell up or I’ll slit your throat right now, pretty lady,” The guy above you spits on your face and laughs. His lips break apart to reveal a row of rotten teeth in his mouth.

You watch the man become satisfied with Namjoon, finally leaving him alone. He begins to approach the closet, but Namjoon slowly gets to his feet once more. Blood and drool dripping off of his bottom lip and chin. His stance was staggered, but he managed to use what was left in him to push the man’s body into the closet door causing it to disconnect and concave into the closet. Kyle and Jason scoot up to the opposite wall and watch in horror as the man crashes into the ground face first.

Namjoon races towards the knife on the ground beside you and slices the guy’s throat open on top of you. His cut so powerful that it nearly took his head off completely. The guy collapsed on top of you, gurgling his own blood. Without hesitation, Namjoon stabbed the other guy at the top of his spine and dragged it down his body. His yells mixed with the painful screams of the dying man.

Your kids rush out of the closet, bawling their eyes out as they scurry towards you. You cry as you push the dead man off of you only to reveal your own body that looks like it was rubbed up and down a cheese grater.

“Oh my god,” Namjoon looks down at you with tears in his eyes. He scoops you up and carries you to the couch, making sure to lay your delicate body down carefully. “Kyle. Jason. Stay here with her. Got it? I need to check out the rest of the house to make sure there’s no one else,” He grabs the baseball bat and the flash light once again and searches the house. He disappears out of sight, leaving you with your kids latched on to your legs crying.

“Mommy will be okay,” you look down at them. You couldn’t see much other than their eyes sparkling with tears. Their crying didn’t settle down no matter what you said, but why would it when you looked like you were on your deathbed in front of their innocent eyes.

A couple minutes later, Namjoon reappears. “All clear...” he drops his weapons when he sees you on the couch. He carries a few lit up candles around you, so everyone was visible. He dabs a wet rag over your body while he sniffles to try to stop him from losing all sanity in front of his wife and kids. “Can you two grab me the first aid kit?” His voice shakes while asking.

“Babe, I’ll be okay,” you attempt to get up but his hand keeps you in place.

“You’re staying right there,” he demands. The kids run off to the bathroom to find what their father just asked them to. Namjoon pushes the sticky hair out of your face, so his lips have room to push against forehead. “I can’t lose you. We can’t lose you,” he whispers.

Your boys come running back with a big white box. Namjoon set it in his lap and takes out the wraps of gauze. He weaves it over your shoulders into an ‘X’ that covers your chest the best he could, and then, up and down your arms. Even though he just cleaned you up, the wounds already made a new mess of blood from the constant heavy flow pouring out of you.

“We’re going to take you to the hospital tomorrow morning to get you stitched up,” he reassures you with a faint smile. The pain in his eyes was evident with the tears brimming his waterline.

You couldn’t help but notice yourself feel sick. Your stomach twisting and your head feeling foggy. It was growing more difficult to keep your eyes straight and focused. You didn’t want to scare your kids, so you tried to hide it. Namjoon could tell by your silence something was wrong.

“Kids, go to your room,” Namjoon orders them while watching your skin grow paler.

“But-“

“I said go to your room, now!” A tear falls down his face. The boys could tell the tone in his voice was no where near okay, so they followed his instructions. He watches them walk around the corner out of sight before turning back around to meet your porcelain face again. The deep cuts on your chest made your breaths harsh and ragged. Your lungs felt smaller every time you tried to breathe in. Your body is shivering and cold, yet pooling with sweat at the same time. Namjoon places his hand around your cheek carefully. You fall into his touch, your tears dripping into his palm. He notices how cool you were so he pulls a blanket up to your chest.

“Only a few hours until morning. You can do it,” he searches into your eyes, but you break away from his gaze.

“I don’t think I can,” you croak, shaking your head slightly. Your words break Namjoon’s heart, this time he couldn’t hide it. He begins to cry, tears streaming down his face and his shoulders jumping from his sharp inhales.

“Please don’t leave us,” his lips quivered and coughed.

“I love you so so much,” your voice breaks. You were both crying— both scared of losing each other. You didn’t want to die, but you could feel your body shutting down. The life inside you clinging on to whatever was left, it was scared too.

“No, no, no,” he sobbed and shook his head, aggressively wiping every tear falling from his eyes. His cheeks were red and raw from the constant motion.

“I’m not gonna make it Joon. Look at me,” your voice was weak and ripped through your throat to get out. Your bandages were already soaked through, almost black from the excessive blood.

His hands fumble inside the box again to get more bandages, but your hand grabs his wrist loosely. That was as much strength you could release right now and it was diminishing by the second. His eyes meet yours with pure sadness. “I don’t know how to live without you by my side.”

“You have to...for Kyle and Jason,” You begin to cry whatever was left in you. You weren’t going to be able to see them grow up, get married, become handsome young men like their father. You weren’t going to birth your third baby and even see what gender it was going to be. You weren’t going to grow old with the love of your life. This was it for you and you couldn’t even think about accepting that, but how could anyone?

Your fears become mute from the lack of energy to do anything about them. Your eyes grew heavy and it wasn’t long before you found them closed. Your body felt like it was being sunk inside the couch to an endless void.

“Don’t go, please!” you hear Namjoon shout, but it felt like he was at the end of a tunnel.

“I love you,” you managed to use the last of your energy to say your final words. And that was it. Your body became limp, your head falling to the side.

Namjoon set his head on top of your breathless chest. He didn’t care that the blood stuck to his face from the bandages while he wrapped his arms underneath your body to pull you as close to him as possible. His sobbed for what seemed like forever. He didn’t want to accept the fact that you were truly gone.

Kyle and Jason heard the loud crying from their room, and couldn’t ignore it. They snuck around to see what was happening and began to cry themselves when they saw their father hung over their mother’s lifeless body. Namjoon turns around and tells them to come next to him. They rush into his arms, everyone crying nonstop.

“Let’s tell Mommy goodnight, okay?” Namjoon chokes out, wiping his nose. The two boys wipe their tears as they inch near your body.

“Goodnight Mommy,” each of them take their turn to say those words and to place a kiss to your forehead. Namjoon looks at his hands to try to avoid watching the painful scene in front of him— until it was his turn to say goodnight to you.

“Goodnight... we’ll see each other again some day. I promise,” He kisses your forehead and kept his lips there for moments after. He wished you would be awake looking at him with that gorgeous smile on your face when he pulled away from you, but your face was still pale and limp. Tears fell from his face again as he pulled the blanket over the rest of your body, covering your face.

Everyone spent the rest of the night laying down next to the couch. Namjoon held his two boys in his arms while they slept. Faces swollen and rashes from wiping tears repeatedly spread across everyone’s faces. Namjoon couldn’t help but notice how much they looked like you as they cuddled into his arms.

#bangtan seonyeondan #bts #bts smut #bts fluff #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts imagines #kim namjoon #namjoon #jeon jungkook #jungkook #kim namjoon x reader #namjoon x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader

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shadowofthelamp · 4 years

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Relish the Flavor

Happy Halloween, you filthy animals.

Ao3 link

Summary: Zim has a craving for something... different.

Wordcount: 1870

Rating: T or M, only a very brief mention of sexual stuff but... well, look at the warnings.

Warnings: Gore, cannibalism (does that count if one’s an alien?), consentual vivisection, hard vore I guess? Messy messy messy. Also mpreg.

Comments either here or on ao3 super appreciated, as well as likes, replies, and reblogs!

Zim was hungry for something.

What, he wasn’t sure. Something other than sugar, because he’d had a few spoonfuls and they hadn’t even cracked at the hunger. Usually, whenever he had a craving that satisfied it, but now it just nagged at the pit of his spooch like a loose tooth. He’d already taken a single bite of nearly everything in the fridge and none of them sad sated the itching desire. (On top of that, Dib’s ham sandwich had nearly made him sick. He wasn’t sure why he thought that might be it.)

His knees pressed against the curve of his abdomen, and he narrowed his eyes, one hand squishing the blanket underneath him.

“Why can’t you just give me an answer? What do you want?”

The smeet didn’t reply. Typical. They really enjoyed playing him like a puppet, didn’t they? How a bundle of meat had so much control over such an Elite soldier’s biology was beyond him. They were clever, taking full advantage of the fact that he had to listen to them or risk his body rebelling. It was going to be worth it in the end, but in the meantime...

He turned as Dib emerged from the elevator, cracking his back so loudly it made Zim’s antennae flinch. “You need to fix the rough edges of that one console, it snagged me when I was crawling back out.”

“What were you doing under it?”

“I dropped something,” Dib said, licking at the back of his hand like a cat. Zim huffed.

“That’s your fault, then, isn’t-” His words died mid-sentence as he caught the scent of something wondrous. “What’s that?”

“What’s what?” Dib turned to him. “Oh, damn, it got my side too… man, I really need to get more clothes, these are getting torn up. Your base is a death trap, you know that?”

“That smell.” Zim pushed himself up off the blanket pile with a grunt, sniffing at the air. “It’s rich.”

“Rich? Okay, maybe I need to wash up a little, but-”

“Not that! Your stink isn’t as offensive as usual to me at the moment.” Zim dismissed it easily, moving closer.

Dib licked at his cut hand again, and yelped when Zim suddenly dug his fingers into his wrist. “Gah! What the hell, Zim?”

“This. This is what they wanted.” Zim squeezed Dib’s thin wrist, watching the bright red bubble up over his skin. Dib swallowed.

“Wanted?”

“I’ve been attempting to figure out what the smeet’s been making me crave.” Zim pulled Dib’s hand closer, tongue running over the cut. The blood soaked in, coppery taste jolting his senses, and Dib stared down at him.

“Uh… that one’s new.”

Zim lapped at the wound for a few more seconds before growling, throwing the hand down. “It’s not enough.” He grabbed Dib’s hips, twisting him before throwing him down on top of the blanket pile and straddling him. He reached back towards his Pak, and Dib held up his hands.

“Woah, woah, slow down for a second! What are you doing?”

“I want something more.”

“More?”

“Something… more substantial. Bloody, but better.”

“What, like one of my organs?” Sweat dripped down Dib’s cheeks, and Zim raised an eye.

“That was the plan. You lost your lungs for a bit years ago and were fine.”

“I still don’t know how that worked.” Dib wriggled underneath Zim, and Zim could feel him under his bump. “You should at least ask before you steal a guy’s heart when it’s this literal.”

“If I make you an extra, will you let me have yours?”

Dib’s pupils shrunk to pinpricks. “What?”

“If I grow you a replacement organ, may I have one of yours?” Zim repeated more slowly, unsure how Dib didn’t understand the first time.

“I- I guess so…?”

Zim licked his lips. “Good. Then come with me.”

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The ride down and walk to the lab was silent. Or rather, it would have been, but Dib’s heart rate was heavily accelerated. Zim probably could have heard it even if he’d been a human.

Dib climbed up on the table. “So let me get this straight. You’ll grow me a new organ, then open me up, take mine out, and put the new one in?”

Zim snapped a glove on. “That’s the idea.”

“How long will it take to synthesize a new-”

“No time at all,” Zim said, crossing the room to open a fridge. “I cloned all of your organs years ago.”

“Can I ask why?”

“I don’t want you dying of something preventable if I wasn’t the one to do it. Heart failure is such a pitiful way to go for a warrior like you.” Zim pulled out a spleen, turning it over in his hands before putting it back. No, no, that wasn’t right, it needed to be perfect.

“Oh. Wait, years- this was back when we were enemies?”

“As I said, you weren’t going to die to anything but me.” Intestines? Tempting, but his wouldn’t be as clean as these. Lungs? Mmm, those had been surprisingly tasty, but partially hollow…

“Oh. Well, you always were a possessive jerk. Not that I wasn’t the same.” Zim heard the rustle of fabric and turned to see Dib had pulled his shirt off, grimacing at the cut on his side. “Why can’t you just eat the grown one?”

“It isn’t yours. I want yours. ”

Dib gulped. “Got it.”

He decided on a heart. Dib had mentioned it before, and it was the symbol of sticky love-feelings, wasn’t it? It was juicy and had more than enough meat. He set it back in the jar, bringing it over. Dib looked over at it.

“Wait. This was a clone from when I was younger- is it going to still work with my older body?”

“It’ll be fine.” Zim reached for the sterilizing gel. “Now relax. I don’t want to break anything that doesn’t need to be broken.”

Dib laid back on the table. “I always figured I’d be the one to cut you open first.”

Zim didn’t respond, the end of his tongue sticking out as he focused on the gel application. “Table, activate restraints.”

Dib yelped as his wrists and ankles were bound. “Hey!”

“It’s so you don’t wriggle around and have your liver pop out. The gel should numb you enough that it will only be a mild sting.” Zim pulled out his tools, selecting a scalpel.

“That’s- okay, that makes sense, but geez, a little warning would be nice, huh?” Dib slumped back, staring up at the ceiling. “And your pain tolerance and mine are pretty different.”

Zim snickered. “I know, but I would have knocked you out if I didn’t think you could handle it. Don’t be a smeet over this.”

“You’re cutting me open, I have the right to be a little- uh.” Zim had climbed on top of the table and straddled over Dib’s legs to get a better angle. Dib’s height had nearly doubled over the years, and Zim had to crawl up him like a pole if he ever wanted to get anywhere, nowadays.

Dib pushed up a crooked, nervous smile. “Not gonna lie. You look really good, with the backlight and the scalpel and- you know what, I’m going to be shutting up now.”

Zim grinned. “I always look good.” He lowered the blade, making neat a shallow, neat ‘V’ over the middle of Dib’s chest before beginning to cut. Dib sucked in a breath, but Zim was focused. A line dragged down under the initial cuts, and he pried the skin and muscles open, blood immediately pooling over his hands. He needed to work fast- he hadn’t thought to lower blood pressure, and the rapid beats of Dib’s heart weren’t exactly helping. It stuttered like a rabbit, and Zim couldn’t help the way his stomach growled.

He reached around the ribs to cut the heart away from the arteries and veins, taking care to keep as much of the aorta intact as possible. When he was done, he set aside the scalpel to pull the heart out. Dib stared as it pulsed in Zim’s hands, speechless for once.

Zim set the heart down on the tray, carefully lifting the replacement out of its jar and setting it back in. He maneuvered it around the other organs, settling it back where the original had been. The tiny program inside of it ignited upon being settled into place, reaching out to the veins and beginning to beat.

“That was… easier than I thought.” Dib admitted as Zim settled the layers of muscle and skin back into place before sliding off Dib. “Uh, Zim? Are you gonna finish-”

Zim could barely hear him, drool pooling in his mouth at the rich organ sitting in front of him. He picked it up, watching as it continued to beat. Still alive, even though it was no longer attached to Dib. Even though it was Zim’s now.

He licked it first, not caring about the gore that soaked his gloves. It tasted like the cut had, only better. This blood was healthy, full of oxygen, not tired from travel through the veins. This blood that helped keep Dib alive. That was going to nourish Zim.

Then, he took a bite, ripping part of the aorta off with his teeth. The taste was indescribable and he immediately swallowed, taking another. He needed more.

Dib let out a little squeak, but Zim was preoccupied, feeling the salty sweetness soaking through his tongue. Dimly, he realized he was making a mess- the heart was still dripping blood, and now viscera soaked his chin and probably his clothes. It was far away compared to the satisfaction of the ‘food’, though, the craving disappearing amongst the texture and taste. He’d never taken bites before- the only other time he’d consumed human organs, they had all been whole, and he’d dampened his taste buds to keep from becoming sick.

Perhaps it was just because he’d grown to enjoy the taste of Dib, or perhaps he’d jumped the gun and all human organs had this transcendent property. The bites became larger and larger until he was left holding nothing but thick, sticky globs of blood.

Zim burped, a hand settling down on his now-thoroughly soaked shirt. It was only then that he noticed Dib again.

He’d fumbled for the medical sewing kit, giving himself sutures. Well, he’d always been quite self-reliant for a human. He was fine. What worried Zim was the glazed look in his eyes and the flush on his cheeks. Zim waved a hand in front of them. “Are you dead?”

“No…” Dib’s voice was quiet, and Zim realized as he shifted something was nudging him from underneath. “But I think I just realized that I’m way more into this than I ever thought.”

It took a moment for Zim to process Dib’s vague phrasing, but he smirked, leaning forward to stroke a hand soaked in Dib’s own blood over his cheek.

“I have the others. We can try again later, and you can personally give of yourself to make the smeet happy.”

Dib’s eyes drifted down to the curve of Zim’s stomach, and he nodded slowly.

“Deal.”

#I didn't work the 'feed me' in I am a sham #I just... couldn't find a good spot #iz #gore #hard vore #ask to tag #vivisection #iz blogging #aip #shadow writes stuff #zim #dib #mpreg #zadr #craving chronicles

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chrisbbaegopayo · 5 years

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Hold Your Breath (Stray Kids: Stalker AU) ➻ Chapter 3 (part 2)

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Genre: Thriller, Angst, Gore, Mystery, Suspense Characters: All of Stray Kids, reader, OCs. Word Count: 2.1k Warning: This story will contain elements of gore, on- and off-screen abuse, torture, mental illness, and stalking. It will feature themes that are not suitable for all ages, readers' discretion is advised. Each chapter will have its own specific warning.

My life got the better of me. More on that at the bottom.

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She desperately wanted to tell him about the letter, and as a result of the internal debate, she brought it up with Jisung. The earlier established relaxed air was out like a candle, as a more serious tone slowly sunk in. Jisung didn’t say anything for a long time, which left her feeling rather uncomfortable—she wasn’t sure whether he had been angry at her or angry in general at the progress of things.

Fortunately, Jisung saved her the trouble by speaking up, asking her whether she had actually submitted the concern request, or complaint, as she sheepishly replied with a shake of her head. Although Jisung had told her before to go through with filing the complaint, she didn’t actually have a lot of time, being the first week of the school semester and all. She did tell him that she would go through with it the next day—she only had one class the next day, which meant she could easily hop on to the administration offices to file the complaint.

Jisung seemed pretty content with that but had her tell him what went on so that he could stop worrying. And she was inclined to do so, as she really felt like her entire stalker ordeal had made Jisung grow grey hairs or something.

Jisung left after a while, and even though she suggested that she should at least walk him out to where the gate was, he told her that he would be fine, and would text her when he had made it home. She nodded and watched him disappear into the sunset through her window while waving absentmindedly in his direction.

But what caught her eye was the little glimmer—she didn’t know what it was, but it was unsettling, and so she closed off her curtain swiftly, opting to look out to the open through a crack through her blinds.

What was that?

Although she felt unsettled by whatever it was out there, her mind raced and thought of Jisung, who was out there, alone. She quickly sent a text to him, asking him to be careful, and he replied back with, “you’re telling me?”

In the next few seconds, another incoming text from Jisung showed up, which read, “ok, I will be careful.”

She breathed a sigh of relief, before sending an outgoing text to him, saying, “remember to text me when you get home!!” And was given a brief response of, “got it.”

Perhaps that eased her heart a little bit. But then again, something Jisung said made her question herself—why would she be telling him about that when she was the one being bombarded with gifts? Surely, the creepy stalker wouldn’t threaten her friends and family, would they…?

She shook her head. The uneasiness that resulted from that inconclusive deduction made her feel as though she should be on her guard, especially with her friends, but…she really needed to stop watching horror and mystery films. It was going to give her a bad case of overthinking and insomnia if she kept on going with thining too much.

She opted for some quiet studying time, and after an hour or two of productive reading, she turned off her lights and headed to bed.

Sometime in the night, the glimmer went away, presumably packed away…

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She did end up filing the complaint after her class of the day. It didn’t take her long to make it to the administration’s office, despite being on the other side of the campus. The lady at the counter gave her a strange look, although not entirely skeptical, but more of a worried glance than anything.

She seemed content about her situation, as she handed the slip of paper off to the desk lady, who told her that the complaint would find its way to the security office. She thanked the lady, and walked off, feeling proud of herself.

Finally.

However, when the security officer got in late afternoon, the mountains of papers and previous complaints and piled up so tremendously that her complaint simply got lost in the pile. It was as though the report had never been filed in the first place, and as it got caught with some useless papers on the desk, it was tossed into the shredder without a second thought.

And with that, yn’s attempt to save herself was thwarted by the actions of a careless and overworked security officer.

The day after, she had gotten ready to attend her criminology tutorial, she met Hyunjin standing outside the classroom. She greeted him with a small wave and was given one in return as they briefly exchanged pleasantries before the doors of the class opened, revealing the teaching assistant standing by the doorframe.

She, along with Hyunjin and a bunch of other students waiting outside quickly made their way into the class, where they all found themselves a seat and settled down. She ended up sitting next to Hyunjin, who then looked over at her, and smiled.

“He seems like a pretty friendly guy,” the raven-haired boy whispered, and she giggled in return.

“I hope so,” she whispered back.

Seemed like the teaching assistant had caught a glimpse of their exchange, and smiled confidently at the small group of student.

“Seems like some of you know each other…” He began, although his smile had been upgraded into a small chuckle.

What caught them off guard was the fact that a guy who looked like he was merely in his mid-twenties had the voice of a guy who was in his…40s? Maybe Hyunjin’s initial assumptions of the guy weren’t accurate after all. But the teaching assistant seemed pretty laid back in the way he talked, so…

“I’ll introduce myself first—I’m Felix Lee,” the teaching assistant said. “And I will be your TA for the criminology course tutorial. I have a master’s degree on the subject, and working towards getting my Ph.D., which centers around the psychology of victimhood in criminology.”

He paused, and then started off again, saying, “I know it may be a mouthful, but I assure you that it will get easier once you get into it. My field is the act of victimization of the victim in a crime.”

He received collective “oh” from the class.

Felix laughed and got on with the class. He discussed the material that was covered during the lecture and did an in-depth analysis for those who were still unsure of what was going on. Of course, people still had some issues with certain terminologies, but Felix was able to comb through the confusion with some everyday examples, bringing the class to the same page.

“Don’t forget to review materials beforehand so you’ll be prepared with the questions that you may have regarding the topic of the week,” Felix told them. "If that’s all for today, then you’re free to go—don’t forget that you’re all free to send me an email should you have any problems!"

There was a collective “ok” before they all shuffled their way out the door.

Hyunjin looked back at her, as she grabbed her bag and made her way to the exit. “You have any more classes after this?”

She shook her head. “You?”

He shrugged. “I have a three-hour break before my next tutorial.”

“Oh, that’s cool—what is it for?”

He thought about it, and then responded with, “I think some liberal arts course.”

She laughed. “You don’t know?”

He shrugged again. “It was an elective, they chose it for me, I think. I just got shoved in some random class that was required for my program. The other courses that you must take in order to graduate? I still need some liberal arts credit this year.”

She nodded. “Right, right. I think I have to do that for next year, it’s kind of bad for me to have to push everything to the last minute, huh.”

Hyunjin laughed. “Hopefully not all the time…”

She shook her hands. “No, I’m usually not like this…I’ve been mostly on top of things, although course selection doesn’t always work in your favour, and there is some overlap which causes some problem.”

Hyunjin nodded. “Yeah, I had a problem like that last year, which is why I was saddled with this liberal arts course this year—anyway, do you want to visit the small cafe that just opened near campus?”

She looked excited at the idea. “Yes! That sounds like a good idea!”

The pair made their way to the newly opened cafe, and spread their course material on top of the little table they were sitting at and studied together for a little bit until the conversation veered mostly off course. After talking about courses, they talked about ambitions, future jobs, as well as hobbies.

The conversation lasted a whole two hours—it didn’t really feel all too long. She found out through the exchange more about his parents, his background. When it came to his hobbies, he didn’t elaborate very much, just that he enjoyed reading sometimes, movies, and certainly other everyday hobbies that people tend to have.

What confused her, though, was the fact that he never really branched further regarding those details, merely just ‘I like this,’ or ‘I like that,’ and it threw her a little off. Perhaps he didn’t feel too comfortable sharing so much with her, but then again, it wasn’t really her place to say anything or comment. Instead, she talked about her own hobbies, entertainment preferences, and he listened, rather content with just listening to her talk.

After she went home for the day, and hopped on her couch, intending to relax, she received a text message. She hoped that it would be from Jisung or Sooji, but it was from Hyunjin, who said that he enjoyed their time at the cafe, and looked forward to their next interaction.

Although he didn’t put it like that, exactly. It was more like, “I had fun today, let’s do this again.”

It seemed a lot like the conversation two people on a date would have…

…no no no no. That was embarrassing. She swore she could feel her cheeks heat up, what an awkward thought, seriously.

Furthermore, her stalker seemed rather silent—this meant that she could focus on her work, hopefully. And for the next two months, it stayed like that until she received a text message one evening that made her feel truly unsafe.

It was an image of her—rather, a series of images of her—as they flooded her messages. Each picture was taken in a span of a few days, as it was evident with the clothes she wore, and which path she took to campus. Sometimes she considered herself lucky to live relatively close to the school, but this might not work to her advantage this time around.

She only scrolled through maybe 15 of them when she started seeing other people in the pictures, and most of the pictures that weren’t of her alone were her with Jisung. There were a few with Hyunjin in them, and one with Sooji.

This meant that he followed her. He knew where she lived. He knew which path she took to the university campus. Who she associated herself with, who her friends were.

And if she thought these were bad enough, the pictures she was set later on were even more disturbing. Maybe the creepy stalker had enough smarts to not be identified, but a gloved hand was seen in the ones that were seen later on. She guessed that maybe the hand belonged to her stalker, as they were position in very threatening ways.

When the images finally flooding her phone, she was sent one message:

“Why do you always spend time with them, why, why…I wish I could get rid of them so you’ll only see me…wouldn’t that be nice, yn? If we were the only people left in the world—you would have no one else to hold on to...”

This was the first time her name was actually mentioned in any exchange she had with him. The first one. And somehow, it felt even more personal than before. It was a rude awakening that this had become something far more than she could ever handle.

But she honestly did not know what to do, what else could she do? Create a fortress out of her home? What if her stalker knew how to pick locks? Or even knew how to do things without leaving a shred of evidence?

She thought of calling Jisung but stopped herself before she could dial the numbers. That might cause more trouble...after all, wasn’t her stalker threatening her…?

What on earth did he want…?

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My life got the better of me again, as I’m kinda dealing with some personal issues. I swear to make it up by posting some all the character’s backstories, histories, as well as other things. I also ended up in a rabbit hole of research materials...not a criminology major, so I had to do some extra research for that...as well as future research for other things...I’m basing the course structure on some of the syllabi I was able to find online, taking it mostly from Waterloo U’s criminology intro course...

I am going to be picking up the pace a little after this, as the following chapters will be advancing a much faster rate...I think I got too caught up with the details and I need to stop doing that to myself. I’m also veering off course with my original plot, but I think I need to make some small changes in terms of how things happen and give myself a motivation to write chaptered stories...

If things aren’t consistent...I’m not used to writing chaptered stories...I blame myself for not writing out a clear character profile...

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superpuppies · 4 years

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Ori’s pet life Chapter 9 - Day 8

Chapter 9-day 8

Fandom-the hobbit

Characters-Ori, Mareghrim, Dori, Bofur, Nori, Fili, Kili, Dwalin, Thorin

Rating-M for violence, selling of human flesh, Gore

Word count- 6997

Archive Link- https://archiveofourown.org/works/1120038/chapters/46960927

Summary- Having come to a decision Ori sits down to tea with Bofur and Dwalin. The plan to release the others is set in motion. Ori must face one of his greatest fears and possible a lost he isn't ready for.

Hey all, here’s the newest from my mind, please keep in mind that I do have dyslexia and I really do try to fix all spelling mistakes but some will always slip through. If you spot some please let me know and I will do my best to correct it. Thank you.

Mareghrim woke just after dawn and dressed before waking Ori. Ori dressed and started the fire while Mareghrim poured the two buckets of water in the pot and set it to boil. From a high cupboard he pulled out a washboard and a laundry press, taking them and the two empty buckets out into the yard.

Ori put the kettle onto boil next to the pot and placed the last of the pan loaf on the table. He heard Mareghrim flip the washtubs over in the yard and pour the buckets of water into them before heading back to the river. Ori prepped two mugs for tea before grabbing the soap bar from the bedroom window sill. Though the window he saw Mareghrim dump the buckets in to the tubs and head back out the gate once again. Ori stepped out into the back yard carrying some of their dirty clothes and the soap. He set the soap on the washboard that Mareghrim had brought out started a pile of dirty things next to the first tub. He stopped in the kitchen to pour some hot water from the kettle in to the mug and left them to steep while he dragged out more of the dirty things to the first tub.

Mareghrim dumped the las two buckets into the second tub then stepped back into the house. Ori was placing the canister of butter on the table with a knife, the mugs and pan loaf so he picked up the smaller man and settled at the table for a quick bight.

When they finished the pot of water was at a rolling boil, Ori quickly washed the knife and two mugs while Mareghrim brought the pot out to the yard then came back in to get last piece of dirty laundry. Ori set the mugs to dry and picked up his stool, carrying it out into the yard, he placed it in front of the first tub then picked up the wash board and set it into the tub. He pulled on the edge of one of the dirty pieces with his right hand, grabbed the soap bar with his left and climbed up on his stool. He began scrubbing the first piece into a rich lather. Mareghrim was beside him working to attach the laundry press to the second tub. When the first piece had been scrubbed clean Ori laid it over the edge of the tub and grabbed the next one.

Once there were a few pieces over the edge of the tub Mareghrim picked them up and dropped them into the second tub. He then picked up each piece induvial and ran it through the press before turning and hanging it on the line then repeating in with the next piece.

Ori was struggling a bit with the sheets once they were wet so Mareghrim took over the scrubbing while Ori cranked the laundry press.

In just over an hour they had everything washed and hung to dry. Mareghrim detached the press from the second tub and handed it to Ori who carried it inside and set it on the floor. As he walked back out to the yard for the wash board and soap, he saw Mareghrim tip the two tubs onto their side dumping the water across the grass. “You’re a hard worker, Little dwarf.” Mareghrim said taking the wash board from Ori so the boy could grab his stool, he walked into the house.

“Thank you.” Ori said placing his stool under the table while Mareghrim put the press and washboard back into their cupboard.

“I’ll be back in early afternoon to take you to market.” Ori’s head popped around the table leg excited by Mareghrim’s words. “The auction is tonight so this will give you a chance to say goodbye.” Ori ran over and hugged Mareghrim’s leg.

“Thank you!”

Mareghrim patted the top of Ori’s head and couldn’t help the chuckle in his voice. “You won’t have much time, so make sure you keep it short.”

“I will I promise.” Mareghrim ruffled Ori’s hair, the dwarf’s excitement was contiguous.

“Be ready to leave when I get back.” Ori nodded that he would be enthusiastically and squeezed Mareghrim’s leg again. Mareghrim detached Ori from his leg, planted a small kiss his dwarf’s forehead and headed out for the day.

Ori busied himself making another pan loaf, then cleaned up and settled on steps to the back yard. Ori lend back on his hands and looked up at the sky. A light breeze fluttered the drying laundry, Ori thought it was nice here, sure Mareghrim could be a little frightening but on the whole seemed rather devoted to him. Mareghrim was making an effort to make a place for him, liked his cooking and had promised to get him a flute and book. Perhaps in time he could get some quills and ink, then he could start to draw and write again.

A soft rustling sound from Bofur’s bush caught Ori’s attention but nothing appeared. Ori’s cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anger, why had Bofur brought Dwalin with him last time? Why Dwalin at all? Dwalin had always been so kind to Ori and now for him to have seen Ori so… so, Ori let out a huff of frustration. How was it that he could describe practically anything but he couldn’t seem to find the words to depict himself after ravenous love making. Ori dropped back onto the floor so that he was half inside and half outside. Part of him didn’t want Bofur and Dwalin to return today but he knew they must and would. He had to talk to them about the, the rustling sounded again and this time Bofur’s head popped out of the bush. “Ori?” He asked and Ori lifted his head enough to see him.

“All clear.” Ori said sitting up, Bofur and Dwalin crawled out into the yard. “I was just about to make some tea.” Ori stated as he stood and walked into the house. “Come inside.”

Bofur and Dwalin did a quick scan of the kitchen before stepping inside. Ori already had the kettle over the fire and was standing on tiptoes pulling down some mugs and the tea. “Here,” Dwalin said offering to take the mugs.

“Thank you,” Ori handed over the mugs. The two of them prepared the tea as Bofur took a closer look around. “You can sit anywhere.” Ori told them as he turned to put the tea away. “Mareghrim promised to make me a chair but he hasn’t had a chance to yet.”

It was then that Bofur noticed there wasn’t a single piece of furnisher that fit Ori other then the stool he stood on. “Ori, where do you usually sit?” Bofur asked.

“The floor, my stool,” Ori stepped off the stool and nudged it with his foot before picking it up and putting it under the table. “during meals I’m either on the table or on Mareghrim’s lap.” Ori’s cheeks tinted slightly at the last admition. A strange sadness settled on the other dwarves faces. “It’s not bad, I haven’t been here long and furnisher takes time to make” Ori spoke just to cover his unease, Bofur cut him off.

“You don’t deserve to be treated like this.”

“Like this?” Ori rolled the words around in his mouth for a moment before shooting an angry glare at Bofur. “like what? Like someone special, like someone worth loving? Like someone’s treasured person? Am I not worth that?”

“That’s not what I said at all. He’s treating you like something he owns.” Bofur shot back at Ori while Dwalin looked to the ceiling for patience. “He doesn’t care about you, he doesn’t love you like we do.”

Ori snorted sharply. “Love me, no one had shown any interest before and now that they know what happened to me, that I liked it,” he spit the word with such venom. “I won’t be any better off.”

“Ori!” Dwalin stepped in front of the glaring boy. “You don’t mean that, you’re just scared and angry.” Ori’s eyes flickered down to the ground for a moment before locking on Bofur who was still bursting with the need to say his piece, but Dwalin pressed on. “Just because this man is the first to show you any interest doesn’t mean you go with him. And” Dwalin put his hand on Ori’s shoulder bringing Ori’s attention back to him. “do you really think so little of us? We would never do the thing you imply to you.”

Ori glanced away again. “I didn’t invite you in to have this conversation.” Ori pulled away from Dwalin and folded his arms across his chest. “I invited you in to have some tea and talk about how you can get the others.”

Bofur thankfully nodded and settled on the floor while Dwalin assisted Ori in filling the mugs and handing one to Bofur he settled on the floor. Ori put the kettle on the hook next to the fire and settled on the floor with his visitors. “The auction has been moved up to tonight.” Ori jumped right to the heart of the problem.

“What! When did- “Bofur interrupted and Dwalin put a hand on his shoulder silencing him so Ori could continue.

“Mareghrim, will be back in early afternoon to take me into market. So, I will have two maps for you in early evening. One of the market and one of where you will find a two horse wagon for a quick retreat.”

“How?” Bofur almost whispered in disbelief.

“I’ve made a friend.” Ori stated and took a sip of tea. “When you come back for the maps I need you to bring my pack and clothes.” Bofur smiled but Ori frowned at him. “Once you have everyone don’t wait for me, get them all and get out, don’t wait for me.”

“Ori we won’t leave” Dwalin put his hand over Bofur’s mouth.

“We understand.” Bofur glared at Dwalin, Ori nodded.

“I’ll leave them in the bush out back, just leave my pack there.”

“Of course.” Ori gave Dwalin a small smile and sipped from his tea. Bofur wanted to scream but the look Dwalin shot at him kept him silent.

“How’s Dori doing?” Ori asked his tea.

“He’s fine Physically though he worries about you and Nori.” Dwalin answered. “I believe his concern for you is based on how you are fairing since he last saw you. I will be glad to tell him you are much better.” Ori kept his eyes on his tea, as his cheeked burned. The last time he could recall seeing Dori he had been fine witch could only mean that Dori had seen him while he was unconscious after Mareghrim had raped him that first night. Dwalin had the decency not to comment on Ori’s crimson face, but kept the conversation going. “While his concern for Nori, I believe comes more form what Nori might get himself into.” Ori chuckled at that, Nori had a hard time knowing when to stop on a good day. Ori’s face fell remembering the last time he had seen Nori, the betrayed look on his usually mischiefys face. This time Dwalin did comment.

“What’s wrong?” He asked it almost as though he were asking about the weather, taking a sip of tea.

“Last time I saw him, I said such awful things. I didn’t mean them I was just so angry and panicked.”

“I highly doubt he’ll be offended, Ori.” Dwalin reached over a patted the young man’s shoulder. “I’m sure no matter what you said I can guarantee he has said something worse at a much less appropriate time.”

“That’s Probably right.” Bofur shrugged in agreement.

“Besides,” Dwalin continued. “they can hardly stay angry with you once they know all you’ve done to aid their escape.”

“That’s assuming there is an escape.” Ori sighed dejected.

“I think they’ll find us not so easy to control when awake and determined.” Dwalin and Bofur grinned proud. Ori liked but lacked their confidents but still smiled back at them. Bofur and Dwalin continued telling Ori tells of the others in hope that it would give the boy encouragement to fight harder for his own escape. Once they finished their tea they stood and left with plans to return later. Ori watched them disappear through the bush, then turned back into the house and began cleaning up. Mareghrim would be back soon and all evidence of their visit had to be gone.

When Mareghrim returned Ori was struggling with a broom to long in the handle for him. Though he had managed to sweep the majority of the house. “Hello.” Ori smiled up at him as he pushed a small pile of dirt toward the back door.

“Hello,” Mareghrim replied taking the broom from Ori. “Shoes.” Ori released the broom and ran to pull on his shoes. Mareghrim brushed the last of the dirt out the door before closing and locking it.

The market was busy as the town finished the preparations for the auction and its crowds. Mareghrim carried Ori through the worst of it, heading for the cell of Dwarves. They passed the new seller’s stage and it was then that Mareghrim began speaking in a low voice. “I’m going to leave you with your family, I have a few things to get. You are already claimed and marked so no one should bother you. If they do just show them your wrist.” They both glanced at the silver bracelet wrapped around Ori’s wrist, Ori nodded that he understood. “Do not wonder, I will come back to get you.”

“Yes.” Ori replied and Mareghrim put him down, they were maybe twenty feet from the dwarves’ cell and with a wave from Mareghrim Ori ran towards it. A smile spread across his face as the bars drew closer.

Nori sat with his back against the bars an angry scowl bending his bruised and swollen face. Some of the others had their empty eyes passing over the crowds behind him though most of them were trying to sleep or simply watching the sky. Thorin’s nose twitched as his eyes locked onto something very familiar coming up behind Nori. Unsure if he should mention this to Nori and upset the other dwarf again Thorin simply watched and waited. “Nori?” Ori asked softly from behind his brother, Thorin’s eyes sparked back to life seeing it truly was the youngest of their party, he rushed towards the bars as Nori flipped around.

“Ori!” Nori’s face sprang to life as best it could then fell as Ori recoiled away from it. The deep black left eye with a scabbing over cut running down through the brow above it. Along with the heavy swollen and red right cheek, distorted his joy at seeing Ori again.

“Nori, what happened to you?” Ori asked easing up to the bars while reaching out his tentative fingers to ghost over the swollen flesh.

“This? This is nothing.” Nori smirked.

Ori frowned knowing he should have expected that answer.

“Ori, how are Fili and Kili?” Thorin asked as he came to a stop, his right hand wrapping around a bar.

Ori looked to his king with sad eyes as he dropped his hand. “I don’t know, they and Bilbo are being kept by someone called Fain. I haven’t seen them.”

Thorin sighed, “I understand, it was too much to hope you were all together.”

“I have news,” Ori switched into dwarvish for a touch more privacy. “you’re going on auction tonight. I’ve been in touch with Bofur, Dwalin and the others through them. They are going to attack during the auction in an attempt to cause confusion. I’m afraid I don’t know the whole plane but you have to be ready to move. I’ve made a deal for a wagon and some horses, so when you are freed stay with the others they’ll know where to find it.”

“Ori?” Nori didn’t like something about Ori’s tone, it gave him the sense that his baby brother was saying good bye. “How did you make this deal?” Ori glanced down trying to think of a way to divert Nori’s question. “what’s the deal, Ori.” Nori demanded.

“If I can get there, I can go but the odds of that are terrible, so I stay and all of you go.”

“No!” Nori barked.

Ori glanced back up at his brother. “I’ll try Nori, but you can’t wait for me-“

“I’m not leaving you here.” Nori interjected sharply.

Ori narrowed his eyes with a huff then turned to Thorin. “You can not wait for me, if you wait and get captured again there won’t be anyone left on the out side and I’m sure there will be some kind of repercussion for trying to escape. Then you’ll all be sold off and we won’t know where anyone is.” Ori’s voice remained clear and steady as he spoke but his eyes pleaded with Thorin to understand. Thorin gave a heavy sigh and nodded, he hated the idea of leaving anyone behind. Though once they were out, they could always sneak back for those that remained or at the very worst once they had reclaimed the mountain, they could buy them back.

Nori turned on Thorin only to freeze when he was given a look that eerily reminded him of Dori. Nori turned back to Ori wanting to do nothing but wrap his arms around his baby brother and drag the boy away. Damn it! He was going to! As soon as he was free, he was going to find Ori. Let the others leave them behind, there was no way he was going to leave his baby brother in the hands of that monster. Had the boy not been through enough already.

Ori squeaked as a ranger grabbed his shirt collar. “What are you –“ the ranger glimpsed the silver metal around Ori’s neck and leaned into get a better look. “Mareghrim will be looking for you.” He growled in Ori’s face and began dragging him away.

“No, I. I’m supposed to wait here!” Ori gasped, scratching at the ranger’s hand.

The ranger stopped with a snort but looked around, spotting a younger ranger. “Hey!” the young ranger nodded. “Find Mareghrim, now!” the young ranger was off like a shot while the first ranger tightened his grip on Ori glaring down at the young dwarf.

Minutes later Mareghrim reluctantly came marching towards them fallowing the younger ranger. “You’re goanna get it.” The ranger snarled at Ori.

Mareghrim glared as his eyes fell on the ranger and his dwarf. Mareghrim snorted a hot breath into the ranger’s face. The ranger’s smirk fell. “Let go.” Mareghrim growled, the Ranger instantly released his hold on Ori. Ori looked up at Mareghrim who simply pointed back to the cell. “Stay.”

Ori turned and returned to his place in front of the cell a smirk on his lips. He watched Mareghrim tower over the with a low growling threat that he couldn’t make out from his current location. The ranger visibly shrank under Mareghrim’s glare before mumbling something and ducking away from the large man.

Mareghrim looked over to Ori. “Little dwarf, stay.” Ori nodded his understanding and Mareghrim nodded content that the show of his control over the dwarf had been enough for those around them. No one should be stupid enough to touch the boy again, not with out risking his anger.

Ori turned from the staring crowed to his staring kin. “You can’t stay here.” Nori and Thorin said in unison.

Ori huffed and settled on the ground against the bars. “You sound like Bofur, don’t worry about it so much.”

It was clear Ori didn’t want to hear this again, so Nori let it go. He would revisit it once he was dragging Ori out of here. Nori sat down, reached through the bars and stroked Ori’s hair. He was surprised to find Ori’s hair so soft and clean. It appeared his brother was being well looked after, kept clean and well fed though that hardly made up for the things the monster had already done to him.

Ori leaned into the touch. “I’m sorry about what I said. I didn’t mean it, didn’t mean to lash out at you.”

“Already forgotten.” Nori smiled and Thorin nodded patting Ori’s shoulder through the bars before turning and leaving the brothers to themselves.

Mareghrim called for Ori and just as suddenly as Ori had come back to them, he was gone again.

Arriving back at the house Ori helped put away a few of the purchase and snagged the butchers paper he had saved the night before and a cold chunk of charcoal from the kitchen fire. When Mareghrim went to the outhouse, Ori quickly set to work on the map. Once finished he calmly made his way out into the yard and the bush. Listening for any sign that Mareghrim was finished in the outhouse. Reaching into the bush he felt around for the young healer’s map. Finding it at last he rolled the two maps together and hid them back in the bush for Bofur and Dwalin to find.

Ori wiped the charcoal from his hands on the grass and the inside of his shirt. He heard Mareghrim unlatch the outhouse so he quickly began to pee against the fence next to the bush so as not to raise suspicion.

Mareghrim went inside without a word. He filled a small bottle with oil then corked and pocketed it. “Come along, we’ll grab something at the bakery for dinner before the auction.” Mareghrim said as Ori walked back into the house.

“I’m going to the auction?”

“yes, now come along.”

“But, won’t I be in the way.” Ori’s fingers twisted in his shirt.

“You, fallow a few simple commands and you will be doing your part to help me and your kin get better byers.” Ori’s face twisted, he wasn’t sure he liked the sound of that. Mareghrim leaned down and stroked Ori’s cheek. “Just come along, be a good boy and I’ll give you” Mareghrim’s hand slid down Ori’s back, “a screaming,” squeezed his ass. “reward.”

“Oh,” Ori rocked on to his toes, Mareghrim pulled him into a kiss.

The market was much fuller and livelier then when they had left it. They stopped at the bakery, Mareghrim bought two small loaves of bread before stepping back into the busy street. Seeing just how busy the streets had become Mareghrim picked Ori up and settled him on his right side and arm.

Ori settled into Mareghrim’s arm and nibbled on the loaf he had been given. Mareghrim tore chunks from his own loaf with his teeth while he pushed through the sea of people. Stopping next to a stack of wooden creates, Mareghrim placed Ori on top of them and leaned back against them.

They stayed that way watching the people meander into place as they chewed on their bread. As darkness fell, torches were lit around the stage and the mob seemed to know the auction was starting. It was then that Ori noted a large curtain had been hung on the back of the stage. And with out realizing he was speaking out loud he asked. “Why is there a curtain?”

“Once, one is sold they’re brought back there and prepped to be taken home by the buyer.” Mareghrim answered his eyes moving over the crowd. He watched a small parried of servant women surrounding something smaller then themselves move towards Fain’s box. The box was lifted slightly from the ground and sectioned off from the main crowd giving Fain a clear view of what was happening. The women stopped and the two dwarves and the smaller one Mareghrim had seen at Fain’s house were left to clime the steps into the box on their own. One of the dwarves weighed heavy on the other two, but they managed to get him settled.

Mareghrim stood up straight as Fain walked past them, Fain eyed Mareghrim and his little dwarf for a long moment before smirking and walking away. Mareghrim stepped around to the back of the boxes and leaned back against them, glade to be out of full public view. “Come.” He said to Ori and Ori fallowed along the top of the boxes. Ori stopped beside him a touch confused. Mareghrim lifted Ori’s chin. “Very good.” He whispered leaning down to take the boy’s mouth in a slow igniting kiss.

Ori moaned into the kiss, Mareghrim was very good at this, soft yet demanding. Mareghrim pulled Ori in tighter against himself and began to kneed the dwarf’s ass. Ori groaned wrapping his arms around Mareghrim’s neck. A voice small and meek in the back of Ori’s mind told him he shouldn’t be this easy to arouse, but it was easily ignored. All that mattered now was that he was being touched and it felt good. He hadn’t expected to be here for the auction, he didn’t want to watch the others try and free them. What if they failed, he would have to watch them be recaptured and sold or die. No, he would only focus on being touched, on what felt good. Mareghrim released his mouth and panted. “Take off you’re shoes and trousers.” Ori blushed crimson, was Mareghrim serious? They were still at the market, kissing and petting was one thing but to actually, “Don’t make me repeat myself.” Mareghrim said it with a chuckle but the threat was clear.

Ori took a quick glance around them and pile of boxes hid them from the view of the others. Sounds from the other side of boxes made it seem as though things were starting up on the stage. Ori bit his bottom lip and pulled off his shoes.

Mareghrim fished the bottle of Oil from his pocket and leaned over Ori, who was unfasing his trousers. “Very good, little dwarf. Now we are going,” he popped the cork from the bottle. “to see just how quietly you can come, while I pound the breath from you.”

Mareghrim’s hot breath running over Ori’s ear sent shots of arousal down his spine. Glancing up at Mareghrim with surprisingly hungry eyes and a whimper. “I’m still tender, go slowly please.”

Mareghrim smiled, he could do slow or slow-ish. He poured some oil on onto his fingers while he reclaimed Ori’s mouth with his own. Gently he slid his slick fingers along the crack of Ori’s ass. His dwarf wiggled as the cool slick and silky rough pads of Mareghrim’s fingers moved against him.

True to his dwarf’s request Mareghrim went slow, increasing the perisher ever so slightly with each pass until Ori’s hands worked their way back into his hair. With a quick glance at the stage, Mareghrim began running his fingers in teasing circles around the sweet ring of muscle. Deciding he needed to pick up the pace just a touch, he needed the little one plenty and well after their little show but he knew the auctioneer wouldn’t wait for them either.

After a few more playful presses against the ring of muscle, Mareghrim plunged his middle finger in. Ori’s breath hitched with a grunt, instinctively lifting onto his toes. Carefully Mareghrim eased his fingers in and out of his dwarf’s exquisite heat, watching for any signs of pain, none came. Mareghrim inserted a second finger and again watched for any signs of pain but nothing happened, so he added a third.

Ori groaned dropping his head to Mareghrim’s shoulder. He breath and heartbeat quickening as his penis came to full attention.

Mareghrim smiled working his dwarf’s ass open a while longer as he toed off his boots and undoes his trousers. Freed of his clothing Mareghrim removed his fingers from a disappointed Ori and reached for the still open bottle of oil.

Ori’s lust hazed eyes fallowed Mareghrim’s hands watching as they came back to slather oil over his hard penis. Ori instantly reached out to assist, Mareghrim chuckled low in his throat. “Next time little dwarf, next time. But now” he spun Ori around. “I want to be inside you.”

Ori groaned a lust heavy sound as he braced his hands against the wooden box in front of him, spreading is legs.

Mareghrim pulled his ass cheeks apart and ran the length of his shaft over Ori’s twitching hole. Ori shuttered pressing back against him. Mareghrim a lined himself with the dwarf’s entrance and with strong hands on small hips pushed into the tight slick heat slowly.

Ori’s nails dug into the wood as he let out a low guttural moan.

Once Mareghrim was fully sheathed inside his dwarf, he glanced up at the auctioneer again. Their time was quickly approaching. With controlled movements he pulled out to the tip then back in again.

Ori moaned again dropping his head between his arms, the slow steady pitoning felt amazing. They had never done this with him standing before and he whimpered leaning his chest against the create in front of him. He wasn’t sure how long his legs would hold out with Mareghrim making him shutter like he was. Ori pressed back against Mareghrim gently and gasped, his knees nearly buckling under him.

Mareghrim slid his hands from Ori’s hips to cover the dwarf’s chest and stomach. Glancing up at the auctioneer, this time the man gave him a slight nod. Mareghrim lifted Ori off the crates and leaned the boy back against his chest.

The shift in angle made Ori let out a soft cry of pleasure. “Quite.” Mareghrim whispered into Ori’s ear. Ori bit his bottom lip. “Good boy, now bring your knees up to your chest.” Ori did as he was told, muffling a moan as he felt Mareghrim shift with in him again.

Mareghrim slid his hand from Ori’s stomach and caught one leg under the knee, then repeated the prosses with the other hand and leg. This left Ori wide open for the world to see. After a few experimental thrusting steps Ori’s head lulled back against Mareghrim’s large broad chest, his arms wrapping around Mareghrim’s neck, his lip still locked between his teeth as a soft blush stained his heated skin and his eyes fluttered closed. Mareghrim shifted Ori’s knees together in front of them and set a steady, easy pace toward the back of the stage.

Mareghrim stood waiting, thrusting gently into his whimpering, mesmerizingly beautiful Ori. The effort his little one was putting fourth to stay quite when clearly all he wanted to do was scream, held Mareghrim and another ranger fixated.

The ranger wasn’t even trying to hide his arousal as he stared openly. Hearing the que from the auctioneer he tapped Mareghrim’s elbow.

Mareghrim smirked taking the four steps to the stage where another ranger pulled back the curtain so he could pass. A shocked murmur broke through the crowd as Mareghrim settled in the center of the stage and spread Ori’s legs wide before the on lookers. Horrified and amazed gasped filled the air as the crowd watched Ori’s small hole stretch to take Mareghrim’s girth at a quickly increasing pace.

The sudden change in angle and pace made Ori’s eyes pop open with a squeak of pleasure. The blush of his skin darkened as he realized everyone could see all of him. His muscles clamped down on Mareghrim as he hid behind his hands.

Mareghrim groaned loudly as Ori tightened around him, and forced himself deeper into the small body.

Ori’s hand flew down to where they were connected, screaming, though weather it was in pleasure or pain even he couldn’t tell. Mareghrim gave him no time to decide as he lifted then dropped him, thrusting up to meet the falling body.

Ori screamed again, his eyes rolling back in his skull as he came before the entire village.

Mareghrim thrust into him twice more before grinding deep and releasing into the plaint body.

Ori let out a whimper of pleasure as he felt Mareghrim’s seed fill him, no longer caring that all eyes were on him.

“As you can see, they are quite durable.” The auctioneer chuckled.

Ori barely heard him, focusing on Mareghrim’s panting breath running through his hair.

Mareghrim waited until he was back behind the curtain before pulling out of his panting dwarf. The little one had done very well and Mareghrim didn’t want to leave Ori with the still aroused rangers in order to gather their clothing. So Mareghrim barked at the ranger to gather their clothing for him. He then lay Ori across the tops of some creates filled with leads and pulled a rag out of his shirt pocket. Wiping himself clean before starting on Ori. As much as he enjoyed watching his ejaculate slide from his dwarf’s used hole, now was not the time for it.

The ranger dropped their clothes next to Mareghrim and marched away in a huff, clearly disapproving of being treated like an earn boy.

The moment Mareghrim had stepped on stage with a half-naked, flushed Ori in front of him, all of the captured dwarves circled tightly around Nori. Nori shook with rage as he could do nothing but watch that monster ravage his brother. He couldn’t stop the frustrated, pain and rage filled tears forming in his eyes as Ori screamed and moaned. When Mareghrim stepped down from the stage, Ori still in his arms, Nori vowed he would not leave this place until that monster was dead by his hand.

The noisy conversation from the crowd around Bofur, Dori, Dwalin and the others as they spread through out the it suddenly shifted. Glancing up they found Mareghrim spreading Ori’s legs wide so all could see as he pounded into the young dwarf’s tight ass. Dwalin was the closest to Dori and quickly put a pausing hand on the older dwarf’s shoulder. “Not now, it will only cause him more pain.” He whispered in Dori’s ear.

Dori gritted his teeth sending a quick glare over at Dwalin before locking his eyes back on Ori. He watched in astonished horror as Ori spilled himself before the crowd with a pleaser filled scream from the ministrations of the beast that held him. With a groan from the beast and then Ori disappeared behind the curtain. Somehow this was worse, not being able to see Ori, even seeing him as he just had was better then not knowing what was happening to him. Dori rushed the stage, Dwalin quick on his heals the others falling in to step, as they realized it was now or never.

Caose quickly ensued as Dori was grabbed by three rangers and thrown at the mass of already captured dwarves. Nori took the opportunity to barrow his brother’s boot knife. He quickly set to work on the ropes around his wrists, then cut Thorin free to release the others. Still gripping the knife, he turned his attention to Ori.

A scuffle had broken out on the other side of the curtain and was quickly escalating. Mareghrim sighed wondering who was stupid enough to start a fight when he had just shown himself? He wasn’t going to leave Ori until the boy was more aware of his surroundings, hopefully the other rangers would have it sorted by then. He really didn’t want to get involved he hadn’t even planned on being at the auction. But Fain had told him he had to show the buyers a few things. Mareghrim had redressed and shoed Ori while he lay on the create his eyes still closed.

While Ori was exhausted that wasn’t why he hadn’t opened his eyes, the embarrassment was. Now not only did everyone know exactly why Mareghrim kept him but the last memories his brothers and kin would have of him would be of him screaming in ecstasy as a large man used him. He groaned deeply wishing he were dead. A very formiler growl sounded close by and Ori’s eyes snapped open.

Nori burst through the curtain and locked on to Mareghrim leaning on his elbows against a create. Nori took a running leap at the broad back, growling as he plunged Dori’s blade into Mareghrim’s shoulder.

Mareghrim bellowed trying to dislodge his attacker, but Nori held tight crawling over the man’s back like a spider.

Dori burst through the curtain and lunged at Mareghrim still struggling with Nori, knocking the man off balance.

Mareghrim managed to catch himself before he fell on Ori, who stared up at him with wide astonished eyes. Another ranger came to Mareghrim’s add, pulling Dori from him.

Nori ripped the knife from Mareghrim’s shoulder and plunged it into his neck twice.

Blood splashed across Ori’s face snapping him out of his frozen stupor.

Mareghrim nocked Nori lose and clutched at his own throat in a futile attempt to stop the blood flow.

Nori launched himself at Mareghrim again, nocking him face first into the create.

Ori scurried back from the falling man, dropping off the other side of the create.

Nori pounced on Mareghrim to deliver the final blow while Ori disappeared into the shadows.

Ori made his way carefully around the out skirts of the market. Before long he found himself in front of Mareghrim’s house. He struggled briefly with the door knob then walked into the quite darkness. In a trance he wet a rag and wiped Mareghrim’s blood from his face. He stared down at the bloody rag for several long moments before the tears began to roll down his face. Mareghrim was dead. The thought echoed in his head as he sank to the floor. Somehow, he felt empty and yet freed. Mareghrim was dead, what would happen to him now? He couldn’t stay here, could he? No, who knows what would happen to him if he did? So, he would have to leave but where could he go? Could he go back to the others now with them knowing what they did? Would they even take him back? If they did would he be safe with them? What if Dwalin was right and none of them thought so little of him at all, was he doing them a disservice by fearing them?

Taking a deep breath Ori stood and opened the back door. He knelt in front of the bush and reached inside, his sleeve snagged on a few branches before his hand struck a formiar surface. He carried his pack into the house, changed from the blood-stained ones Mareghrim had bought him back into his own. Then folded and packed Nori’s shirt. He gathered all the cheese and dried meats Mareghrim had bought that afternoon along with the pan loaf he had made. Placing them all into his pack he tied it closed, pulled on his pack and down on his jumper. He stepped over to the front door took a deep breath and reached for the knob.

Bofur slowed he was losing his baring’s, the others had gone ahead leaving he and Dwalin to bring the stragglers, which consisted mostly of the older Ri’s. Dwalin had Dori by his arm and was practically dragging him along. Bofur had a grip on Nori’s sleeve to keep him from wondering. Bofur hoped Ori was with the others or all this struggling would have been for nothing when to older brothers rushed right back in there. Heavy foot steppes were quickly closing in on them from the right, panic gripped Bofur’s chest, he couldn’t remember which way to go.

Ori burst through the brush in a fumbling run past them, he glanced over his shoulder at them unwilling to risk stopping. “Don’t just stand there, keep moving!” Ori’s voice was strained by the threat from his legs, they were wobbly with every step he wasn’t sure whether he would be able to stay standing. This was too much activity after what Mareghrim had put him through. He knew the only thing keeping him upright was the momentum he had, so the only way he was going to stop was if he fell.

Nori bolted past Bofur in an effort to catch up to Ori as Dori broke free of Dwalin. They all fallowed Ori, no longer concerned if they had everyone, just that they weren’t being fallowed.

Ori pushed himself harder, he had to maintain his momentum and it was becoming increasingly harder to do. He broke through to the road and just up ahead of them he could see the wagon and the others. They were already loading into the wagon. The sight of the young healer’s promise fulfilled flooded Ori with relief. His legs gave out and Ori slammed face first into the ground. Those with him arched out in a “V” to avoid trampling him as they came to a stop.

Dwalin stopped closest to Ori and immediately went to the young dwarf’s aid. He pulled Ori’s pack off him and shoved it into Nori’s arms. Squatting low he rolled Ori over and noted the bloody nose before scooping him up bridal style and setting off for the wagon once again.

Dori climbed into the back of the wagon first and Dwalin transferred Ori into his arms. Dori and Ori settled into the back-left corner. As soon as Nori put down his pack, Ori dug out a rag and pressed it to his nose. Nori lifted Ori’s head as he sat then gently placed it on his lap, while Dori stroked his youngest brother’s back comfortingly.

When the wagon pulled away Ori was almost asleep, tucked between his two brothers. He felt safe with a sense that this is where he belonged. He didn’t know what was ahead of him but he would deal with it as it came, with the knowledge that he wasn’t alone.

The end.

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Absent Destiny (chapter 8)

Azarel was gone.

Duke tore the apartment asunder. Books flew off shelves, closets were ripped open, curtains sheared off their hangings. The angel was nowhere to be found. Duke clutched frantically at his hair, spinning in circles in Azarel’s bedroom. He couldn’t lose the angel. Not now. He’d only collected one measly little vial of angel blood. There was so much more that could be accomplished, not to mention information to be gathered.

A sudden glint of gold on the bed caught his eye. A feather was poking out from under the pillow. Curious, Duke lifted the pillow. Underneath was a nest of feathers, gathered into a careful pile and hidden safely away. Duke brushed a finger across one of them and realised that all of them were damaged. A handful were twisted, scorched skeletons of their brothers. This pinion here was bent almost in two. These over here were shorn and mangy. Azarel had been grooming his wings, Duke realised. Removing the damaged feathers to make way for new growth. In Heaven, grooming was a communal past time. It was a show of trust and love to let someone else help you with your wings. The sudden jolt of memory soured in Duke’s stomach. He remembered sliding fingers gently through his brothers’ plumage, removing imperfections with care, and straightening out snags. The calm and the trust had come with soaring joy that felt tainted and marred now.

Azarel clearly hadn’t known what to do with the feathers he had preened. Hiding them under his pillow struck Duke as childishly innocent. He had to find the angel before Azarel got himself killed.

Duke snatched up a handful of feathers and teleported to his library. He was too agitated to pretend to be human by doing something as unnecessary as walking right now. Even as he ripped books off the shelves he could feel his demonic visage shredding through his illusions. Duke snatched up the desired book at last with a hand that was composed of more claws than fingers. He slammed it down onto the reading table with more vigor than necessary. The crumbling, ancient pages almost tore under his frantic leafing. The locating spell was effective, if extremely simple. Even a human witch could perform it.

Duke laid out the feathers he’d pilfered into a pile and scratched a hurried pentagram into the wood of the desktop. Duke slapped a map of the city on top on the inverted star. Four candles representing the four directions materialised and lit themselves as Duke mumbled the incantation. He scooped up Azarel’s feathers and strew them across the map. The feathers went up in a flash of light, more dramatic than necessary. Only one was left un-scorched. It stuck resolutely to a spot indicating a street corner only five blocks away.

Duke stared at the location, dumbfounded. Shouldn’t the angel be farther away than that? The feather was still, meaning that Azarel wasn’t moving. What was he doing on a random street corner within walking distance from Duke’s apartment? Duke poked the feather dubiously, wondering if something was wrong with the spell. The feather clung magically to the spot.

Shrugging, Duke transported himself to the location. He was immediately surprised to find it was night. The spell had taken hours longer than he’d expected. The darkness pressed malevolently against the dingy alleyway. Broken bottles were scattered in the corners and a dumpster sat heavy and sad at the entrance to the dirty brick passage. Duke curled his lip in distaste at the wet stench. He was a demon of class; he didn’t delve into the muck of humanity if he could help it.

It was immediately obvious he was in the right place. A steady mumbling of prayer was wafting up from this place. It rolled in seasick swirls through Duke’s guts. The holy words, a simple benediction of praise, caused a tiny sledgehammer to begin pounding against Duke’s skull. The angel was clearly here, if only Duke’s eyes would adjust to this infernal blackness.

He almost tripped over Azarel. The angel was huddled into the shadow of the dumpster. Duke cursed and the angel went quiet.

“What are you doing?” Duke snarled, kicking aside a scrap of filth.

Azarel didn’t answer. He was sitting with his head tipped back and staring up at the sliver of sky visible between the buildings. The jeans Duke had lent him were torn at the knees and dirty. Duke could only imagine what the angel had been getting up to all day while Duke tried to track him down. The naive winger probably tried to tell everyone on the street he really was an angel of the Lord. Duke snorted and inspected the angel closer. He seemed alright, though he was shivering against the cold and had his arms wrapped around himself for warmth. Suddenly, Duke noticed the angel was barefoot. If he focused, Duke could detect the sharp smell of dried blood on the soles of Azarel’s feet.

“Are you going to kill me now?” Azarel asked quietly. His voice was so devoid of emotion it startled Duke. Duke growled low in throat. The angel had been nothing but a giant pain in the backside. Duke was beginning to think the only way to control him would be to lock him up and throw away the key.

“You seem very fixated on dying. You are unfortunately worth more to me alive, however.” Duke grumbled. He kicked half heartedly at Azarel’s leg. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see the stars.” Azarel said suddenly. He sighed, leaning his head back against the filthy brick. “But I forgot you can’t see the stars from the cities.”

“Aren’t human buildings revolting.” Duke agreed.

“Says the one helped build a palace only to realise you built it too small.” Azarel shot back.

“Pandemonium was a beautiful work of architecture!” Duke defended. “Milton didn’t do it justice. And we did fit, once we’d all shrunk.”

Azarel sniffed suddenly. It was a wet, sick, human sound of misery. Duke considered the pathetic shivering mass before him. His anger and frustration was still simmering below the surface. The angel should be punished for running away. Duke could turn the angel inside out. He could tear the wings viscerally from his back. He could rip out the angel’s eyes and feed them to him. Instead, Duke lowered himself to the wet ground and settled beside the angel to look up at the muted night sky.

“Do you remember watching the stars being formed, brother?” Azarel asked softly.

Duke’s stomach twisted with horrible gore. “No.” It was a lie. He remembered watching the word of God become incarnate. The way the very cosmos responded to the Creator’s voice. Perfection and chaos in the same moment. The light breaching the dark. It was… beautiful. Duke hadn’t let himself think about it in millenniums.

“Why weren’t you praying for help?” Duke asked suddenly.

Azarel jerked as if he’d slapped him. “What do you mean?” He said evasively.

Duke snorted. “You were free. You should have called out for help. A whole legion of feathered holiness could have been here in an instant. Why not?”

Azarel didn’t answer. He stared down at his hands, twisting his fingers together. Duke recognised the same gesture Sharon had made. She’d been nervous and afraid, and so was Azarel. But despite his immense power, Duke didn’t think Azarel was afraid of him.

There was so much about this angel that didn’t add up. Why had he not called for help the dozens of times he’d been alone? Why did he not run now? And why had he been hanging from those telephone wires in the first place? The clues kept coming in slow spurts, but Duke still didn’t have enough to paint a full picture. Azarel was afraid of something other than the demon who was keeping him captive. Azarel had been injured with the blade of an angel. And he was unwilling to call on Heaven for aid.

An inkling of an idea was forming in Duke’s twisted mind.

“What did you do?” He asked in a hushed voice.

Azarel turned on him with a snarl. “Do not pretend you care, demon.”

The angel’s insolence should have envoked Duke’s wrath, but he was surprised that instead, the spitting flame of ire inside sputtered and died. He was left feeling very tired.

“Whatever you did can’t have been so bad. You are not Fallen.” Duke gestured to the wings shivering against Azarel’s back. “Yet.” He couldn’t resist adding with a leer.

Azarel grumbled under his breath, but his wings twitched in a reassured manner.

A car suddenly rolled past the entrance to the alley. Its wide lights cast a pool of golden light across the disgusting black tarmac. Duke waited until the car passed. Then he straightened up, adjusting his indigo blazer.

“Time to go, darling.” Azarel didn’t have time to protest before Duke grabbed his frigid arm and transported them back to Duke’s apartment.

“Well this is a surprise.” A voice said as they reappeared in Duke’s living room. Duke whirled around.

A dark haired man slouched carelessly on Duke’s couch. The intruder grinned, revealing a row of razor sharp teeth.

“How about you introduce me to your friend, Duke.” The demon said.

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Chapter 1:https://headfulloffantasies.tumblr.com/post/168737965761/absent-destiny-part-1

Chapter 2: https://headfulloffantasies.tumblr.com/post/168738505686/absent-destiny-chapter-2

Chapter 3: https://headfulloffantasies.tumblr.com/post/168768948806/absent-destiny-chapter-3

Chapter 4: https://headfulloffantasies.tumblr.com/post/168999971505/absent-destiny-chapter-4

Chapter 5: https://headfulloffantasies.tumblr.com/post/169285437763/absent-destiny-chapter-5

Chapter 6: https://headfulloffantasies.tumblr.com/post/169560617300/absent-destiny-chapter-6

Chapter 7: https://headfulloffantasies.tumblr.com/post/169834066614/absent-destiny-chapter-7

Chapter 8 you are here

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

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