#being chained

[ichoosechoasandbeingqueer]

Chained and Moon Touched

This is Day 1 of Fili whumptober!

Prompt: A little out of the ordinary

Warnings: being chained, cursed, werewolves, blood, gore, broken bones, body horror, isolation,

Word count: 1542

Gandalf warned them they would have hidden enemies if they reclaimed Erebor. Fili had expected orcs and goblins, not this.

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Fili should have heeded Gandalf’s warning much more seriously. All the dwarves of the company should have. He had warned them there were powerful enemies working against them, willing to do whatever it took to keep them from returning to their throne or to punish them for reaching it. Fili had simply thought he meant orcs. He had not.

His chest shook and heaved as he breathed in and out, the golden prince’s wrists bound behind him by chains of mithril steel and diamond. Hidden away in the depths of Erebor’s halls he found himself, the soft clinking of his chains drumming through his head like a thousand forge hammers against an anvil. He could hear, see and smell everything around him to the point of overwhelming insanity and he counted every second he spent waiting for it to happen. Waiting for the light to finally hit and change him.

He wasn’t alone of course, Bofur and Nori were locked somewhere similar to himself, the curse striking a single member of each bloodline that had dared ventured on the quest to regain their homeland from Smaug. Fili could only guess whatever witch or wizard that had created this curse hadn’t realized how many of said company had Durin’s blood flowing in their veins and he was almost grateful it had been him chosen and not his little brother or kind hearted mother. No, it had been him chosen by whatever mysterious higher power to suffer through this torture each month.

“You are a Durin my son,” his mother had whispered to him as his brother slid the shackles around his wrists only a few hours ago, “Your strength will outweigh this curse and we will be waiting for you on the other side of that door in the morning, I promise,”. He had wanted to shake his head and beg her to stay, but his speech had already been stripped from him. He could only give out a pitiful whine as she kissed his forehead and turned her back on him, taking Kili by the hand and leading him out the door without so much as looking back. It was easier on her that way. Fili knew that. But it didn’t stop the sharp sting of pain he felt in his heart as they locked him away and left him to the mercy of the moon.  

Another groan left his throat and echoed through the darkness of his cage’s stone walls. Night had long taken the colours from the sky and through the thin cracks of the mountain’s roof he could see the blinding white light of the moon closing in. He watched it slowly drag itself across the floor towards him like it was clawing and fighting its way to his shaking limbs, despite to touch his skin and take the rest of his mind. The light he once looked at with gratitude during the nights of the quest, that filled him with hope for the future and safety as he tucked himself into his bedroll now make his feel sick, scared and alone.

A strangled howl from somewhere down the cavern made his stomach turn. They were calling to him, the others’ wolves, tempting him to start his transformation and join them in their moon-drunk madness. It almost felt soothing, the way the sounds manipulated his body against his will. It was like being drunk and trying to take your next step. It was the calm before the storm, and what a storm it would be. Fili shook his head and took another shuddering breath to calm himself, to fight the inevitable for as long as he could. He knew what was coming next, and he squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation. The bloodcurdling scream that rang through his head still shook him to his core however.

It was Nori this month, to change first, and the screaming never stopped. The prince could only sob to himself as Bofur’s screams began to mix into the dreadful sound. It was no wonder the rest of the mountain thought Erebor was haunted, no living creature should make a sound as terrible as this.

Fili pulled at his loose hair and scratched at his thighs as he thrashed against the cold stone beneath him. His pre- transformation high was slowly wearing off the more his pack screamed and howled around him, and the familiar burn in his chest was growing unbearable. His fingertips were already bloody from scrapping his hands against stone, ripping and cracking his nails and tearing his fingers at the burn of his claws coming through. He wanted nothing more then the plunge those claws into the center of his chest, wrapping his fingers around his ribcage and pulling on them until they snaped and shattered.

His jaw locked open in a silent scream and the tearing of skin on each side of his lips sent unimaginable pain through his already hurting body, the sharp, ripping sensation making his eyes roll into the back of his head and his throat to close up at the sudden river of blood.

He felt his bones shifting, shrinking and growing under his skin, his heartbeat pounding in his ears temporarily blocking out the screaming, his own now joining the mix. Kili had once stayed with him through one of his earlier transformations (an act they would both come to regret, the younger now sporting an ugly teared scar across his chest and shoulder) and commented that his bones never actually broke or snaped as he transformed, unless he broke them himself. It sure didn’t feel that way, and the amount of blood that pooled around his body could sure fool anyone who questioned it.

The silver steel chains that restricted his movements strained as he pulled on them, the bolts that held them to the stone creaking in protest of their abuse. The cuffs rubbing and digging into the skin of his wrists didn’t reach the ground so he could balance on all fours where he stood, and his hind legs slipped in the scarlet liquid around him. He howled as he fell, ripping his shoulder from its socket and breaking a few ribs as he hit the ground.

Deep down Fili knew they would be healed by the time he transformed back, but as the wolf took over his mind and his cognitive thoughts dwindled and faded, instinctive panic set in and he screamed and bit at his unknown attacker. He bit down hard enough to crack his teeth against the chains, the cold bolt of pain shooting up his nerves and making his jaw feel like it was on fire. His fellow pack sent out their own snarls and shrieks, ever the loyal subjects they were, even under such circumstances.

Like a new born deer trying its legs for the first time, Fili stood on furry paws and tilted his head forwards, letting the blood dribble out of his jaws. He savored in the metallic taste on his tongue, even if it was his own and he was tempted to lap it up from the ground where it had fallen. He tried to take a step away but his brain wouldn’t connect with his body. His thoughts, as strangled and repressed as they were, were still dwarven, and his wolf body wouldn’t listen. He felt like he was being suffocated, still wrapped in the webs of the spiders that had trapped them in Mirkwood, and as much as he tried to shake and move, he remained motionless. Helplessly, he watched himself bend forwards to mindlessly lick at the blood coated ground.

Pain erupted in his mind yet still he held on, despite to stay in charge, to stay conscious. Every second he fought he was hit with sharp streaks of pain and his form began to shake once again. He felt like he was being teared apart and stabbed at the same time.

A low howl echoed through the walls of the mountain, followed by a second. The sound was lulling, soothing against the blinding pain and he wanted nothing more than to block out the sound that offered him such sweet release. Fili had always been a strong-willed dwarf but this challenge was the hardest simple because he know he had no choice in the end. He would give in to the quiet and the calm. He would let the wolf in to take control for even he could not fight such a curse.

He would give in to the dark instincts that he held, the bloodlust that he would pursuit, the desire to run the hunt, to chase and kill his prey, to feel the breaking of bone and muscle under his teeth.  

Another howl called to him and managed to turn his head upwards, the feeling of his wolf and his dwarven mind mixing and struggling against each other. He was losing and losing quickly.

Another burst of pain made his wolf form whimper and he took one last breath before releasing what little grip he still had with reality.

The last thing he saw was the moonlight shining down on him through the cracks of the ceiling before an indulgent sense of peace stilled him to submission.

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See full 31 day whumptober 2022 Master List here

[riumeri]

"Huh? You got a weird email from me yesterday? U-um, yeah, about that... My account was hacked, so you can just ignore it."

[olifdraws]

Nightmare

[cowardlykrow]

“Not my circus, not my monkeys”… Except those are his monkeys and they are the circus

[mizaruwu]

"Here's the coffee you wanted– ah, guess it was about time you dozed off Mr.- I-don't-need-rest"

[ineffableteeth]

That look he gave Crowley…He wants him so bad I can’t

He had to look away to suppress his unholy thoughts

Did you see how he looked down his body? He took everything in

[lotus-pear]

regret

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 130

So. Danny, Ellie and Jazz are definitely Not on the run. They’re definitely not. They’re definitely not huddled up in an abandoned corner of Gotham being kept warm and guarded by Fright Knight, who has definitely not let his whole humanoid shape disappear into a more amorphous one of Fear and Shadow and Flame to keep everyone away. 

They’re definitely not alone now, their parents definitely aren’t dead now. They’re definitely not stitching up Danny or stabilizing Ellie. They’re not making a sling for Jazz’s broken arm and crying as the ghost of Autumn tries to soothe his ghostlings wards. 

[yuhlmaooo]

more of him!!1 (ft. shadow)

[chronically-unlucky]

Listen, Listen I know it’s a common saying but this is a show with angels

Alastor what do you mean clipped your wings? Alastor? Alastor, open up I have questions. Open the door Alastor.

[epickiya722]

I'm sorry, but through this episode any time Katsuki didn't talk and his collar covered his mouth during those times, I thought back to the Sports Festival.

Even crazier, this episode another "loud, blond" kid who has some connection with Izuku gets muzzled.

[kingoftheu]

It is the mid-1800s. You are Karl Marx. You have risen to prominence aming leftist circles, with your scathing attacks in contemporary Capitalism and Imperialism. You hear a knock on your front door. Your front door is shattered.

A very large black dragon, a veteran of the British Millitary, apologizes for the damage. His name is Temeraire, and he is a Member of Parliament.

He has read your work and wishes to discuss it with you.

[citrusinicake]

in another universe

[mmmn-thirsty-for-vinegar]

Another Post TOTK design idea

Man how far my boy has fallen from being a silent royal knight

Also, RIP my boy Warriors- taking a metal prosthetic to the face

And before you say anything, my boys are dumb ass hell and have never seen a robotic prosthetic before so they just thought it was a weird piece of armor

The are Heroes of Courage not Wisdom your Honor

Plus small headcannon that Wild has bitten Gannondorf at some point during their fight

Edit: I FORGOT HIS BLACK ARM MARKINGS

[captainhysunstuff]

22 more images (with some saucy shenanigans and immature "seduction" tactics towards the end) below the cut:

Ryuk makes his grand return and is brought up to speed with Light and L's immoral union. The date seems pretty successful~.

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