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the-silentium · 4 years ago

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Bloodhound

Masterlist - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Fors is an Original planet. I do not give permission to people to use it for their own fics, the planet, the animals, the Nightmares, the lore or anything related to Fors. Thank you.

Pairing: Bad Batch x Reader

Words: 5172 words

Warnings: Blood, gore, curse, monsters, ANGST.

A/N: Yessss two chaps in two days!! Thanks to every single one of you who left comments and kuddos on the previous chap. You're all awesome 💜

**Also! Words in bold are words said in French, which means the clones can't understand it. I stopped writing the French in actual French for you guys, it'll be more useful in the future.**

Taglist: @haloangel391 / @lightning-wolffe / @cherrydemon5 / @and-claudia / @clone-rambles / @mandaloriandin / @lackofhonor / @gaymasonjar

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//25 minutes earlier//

"That's not him! Guys!" You yelled in the comlink you fished in your pocket in a haste, almost making yourself trip when you pulled on the fabric of your pants at the same time.

The gap separating you from them was increasing more and more with each step they took. Damn their long legs and commando training, you weren't made to chase this kind of prey!

"I know his voice Y/N! That's him!" Wrecker was too damn sure of himself, his confidence affecting his brothers' judgment as well.

It didn't take long for rule number one to be thrown overboard and surprisingly it wasn't by the one you expected, no offense Techie.

"Stay under the trees!"

This couldn't be happening. They were all running headfirst to their deaths. According to the lore, Venustes didn't affect more than one person at a time. You couldn't know for sure if the lore was reliable or if the other three were following out of concern for the fake 99, but they had to snap out of their own mind trap soon or else they would all be dragged down.

"H-" A clawed hand appeared inches from your face, cutting short your attempt to call out for your sergeant.

Instinctively, you threw your body to the ground to avoid getting grabbed by the head and ultimately being crushed like a berry in its grasp and crawled to continue running. Alas, the Algax wasn't as dumb as you thought, his other hand swiftly reached forward to stab your right thigh with one of its fingers, preventing you from escaping.

Your screams of pain were muffled by the hand pinning your face to the dirt, waiting before your lungs were empty of any air to lace its long sharp digits around your torso. The feeling barely registered through the thick fog of pain coming from your thigh.

Your first instinct was to yell at the top of your lungs for help, maybe your distress would get them out of their haze, saving their lives as well as yours, but you quickly found out that your lungs were empty and unable to expand to receive more oxygen.

The lack of air in your system mixed with the agonizing pain from the retreating talon in your thigh almost knocked you unconscious. You could feel your blood escaping your wound to drip down your legs and nourish the ground under your suspended form.

It leaned closer, a low crackling sound escaped the slits on its temples. With considerable efforts, your good leg moved up to push against its torso to keep its horrifying face away from yours, the up-close view causing more tears to gather in your eyes.

Fear and the lack of oxygen quickly took over your body in the form of violent shivers shooking your whole frame. The building pressure encompassing you once more was excruciating, your bow laid on the ground out of reach while your arms were pinned down along your sides, keeping you from stabbing your way out of the situation.

All you could do was scream in your head out of pain and fear, waiting until your bones gave up under the tightening grasp to pierce your organs and kill you slowly. The boys seemed way too entranced to come to your aid, leaving you to feel as miserable as when you were hunting for the village, without back up and entirely alone. If you were lucky, you'd die alone without another beast feasting on your still alive-but-unable-to-move self. This would be a nice death, as horrible as it sounded.

You hoped the boys would survive though. Even if they apparently totally forgot that you were there. Not that this came to you as a surprise. People who gravitate around you for some time always tend to go away on their own, leaving you behind just like the clones. But you couldn't hate them for it, your heart already knew it was coming and had prepared itself for this right moment.

After all, they had to lie to their chain of command and train a primitive idiot how to fly a ship, they were trapped on this infernal planet once again because you nearly died and they hadn't seen the Shinehorn sneaking its way into their ship, being too busy fussing over your comatose self. Oh and let's not forget that you ended an innocent's life right in front of them without warning. It was only a matter of time before they left.

Plus, if they were so desperate to meet this 99, it surely meant that he was highly special to them whereas you were the newbie, so no you weren't mad. You merely wished you had someone who could make you forget everything around like this 99. It seemed nice to have someone that important.

And finally, if you died maybe you would find a way to come back to haunt them. This could be fun, you could mess with Crosshair's rifle, disturb Tech while he was tweaking with his prototypes, pushing Wrecker around to your liking because he couldn't possibly defend himself against you anymore and most important of all, you could mess with Hunter by constantly untying his goddamn bandana. It would drive them all mad, you knew it.

After some thoughts, you knew they would make it off this planet alive. Together they had a good chance. Hunter's acute senses along with their brains and elite commando training gave them an advantage the natives never had. Hopefully, they would stay in these parts of the jungle until daylight, where they knew how to deal with the monsters living around.

Yeah... Good luck guys.

Eyes closed, you waited for the inevitable snaps of your bones. It resonated between the trees, sickening and disgusting you to the core, but you weren't flooded under any more pain than the one radiating from your thigh. Instead, you felt nauseous for a whole second when you were once again thrown away, landing on the ground harshly.

Your body rolled on the dirt, bouncing a couple of times under the force of impact. For as far as you remembered there wasn't a single time in your life when you've been thrown around as much as tonight. This was getting tiring and it’s been dark for only a bit more than two hours. Lucky you.

Still laying on your back, you breathed erratically to provide the much-needed oxygen to your organs, watching upside down the Algax receiving a second arrow to the head, effectively scaring it away.

A hunter. You were saved. You were fine.

Huffing, your body went limp at the lack of imminent danger and talons menacing your life. Maybe you could rest-

"Shit. She's really alive?" A hunter you recognized as Farlan walked out of the shadows to slowly approach your form like you were a trapped animal.

"So it's true then. It's your fault they're back." Another Hunter spat, literally, missing your face by an inch. Kerth never liked you, obviously.

You would have liked to say that those were the hunters you desperately wanted to come and rescue you, but then it would be a lie. None of them appreciated your presence even slightly so they all meant the same thing. This will be a drag.

"Now, who's back? And why is it always my fault?" You pushed on your forearm to sit straight, grunting at the pain in your right leg.

Shit. The hole left by the talon wasn't big, approximately two inches wide, but it was bleeding profusely. It was sickening to be able to see the ground through your flesh so you opted to keep pressure on the wound with your hands, camouflaging the hole like it wasn't even there. If only the pain could disappear as easily...

"The nightmares. They're back because you're still alive." Kerth pulled a piece of gauze from a pocket on his belt, the sight of the medical supply pulled a relieved sigh out of you.

Wait what?

"So the council wants a word." He said with so much venom that your heart skipped a beat. This wasn't good. At. All.

Before you could react, the gauze found its way in your mouth, quickly followed by an irritating rope that despite your weak thrashing around got attached behind your head.

You were brutally pushed onto your belly, hands pulled behind your back to be attached tightly with skillful fingers. A muffled scream escaped your mouth when a knee pressed onto your wounded thigh, tears joining your blood on the dirt.

"Because of you, I've lost friends tonight. I'll make sure to pay you a visit once the council is done with your stupid ass." He growled in your ear.

Oh, you were so dead. Your bet was on the council, but if by some miracle they weren't the one to put an end to your life, then Kerth was the next bet. Maybe you shouldn't have sabotaged his weapons the day of the hunt competition. Or put some poison ivy in his hunting clothes. Or laugh whole-heartedly when he got shit on by a Furant during his ceremonial speech in front of the whole village. Or… one of the numerous pranks you pulled on him for payback of his daily shitty attitude towards you.

Farlan was the one to pull you up and push you forward, leaving the job to spot the monsters to Kerth. The thought of running or fighting was completely futile. You wouldn't run very far with your untreated leg, there was the possibility that they would shoot you down out of spite too. They seemed very fed up at you for some reason. How could you be the cause of the nightmares reappearing? Also, they were gone? Since when?!

This was getting weirder and weirder.

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//Present - 10:48 pm//

"I got her position. She's close” The corners of Wrecker’s lips lifted slightly. They could track you, everything would be fine from here. You weren’t lost. “and unmoving." The whispered last words rang loud and clear in all the clones' ears.

Wrecker's breath wasn't the only one to abruptly stop.

The smile quickly left his face, as well as a majority of his blood. You couldn’t be dead. This couldn’t be happening.

“Where?” Hunter’s hands clenched and unclenched repeatedly around his blaster,

“700 meters that way.” He pointed deeper into the jungle, where they all came from.

A weight fell on his stomach and he had to force a deep breath in. You hadn’t made it out of the jungle with them. They had outrun you and left you behind on your own.

Without a word Hunter took the lead, Tech following right behind with Crosshair on his heels. Wrecker took a single second to gulp down his guilt and shake his arms lightly to regain feeling in his body and not worsen his wounds. He followed silently behind the group, squinting attentively to discern the shadows with his half working equipment.

“300 meters.”

You were resourceful. You knew your planet like the back of your hand. There was no way you were dead.

“100.”

Please 99. Don’t let her be dead.

Crosshair stumbled on Tech as the brown-haired clone abruptly stopped, looking around like he was searching for something. With a step forward, Tech crouched to grab a small object on the ground to show it to the rest of them.

“Kriff!” Hunter punched a nearby tree, exhausted by this succession of ill-fated events. There in Tech’s hand was your comlink, their only way of locating you on this living prison that was this planet.

Wrecker held onto the last hope he had. There wasn’t any blood, you could still be fine. Maybe you’d dropped your comlink while running away.

“Hunter.” Crosshair’s voice was unsettling. His usual dry snarky self was replaced by a more small and scared tone that the soldier hadn’t heard in a while. “That’s a lot of blood.”

And it was. The puddle was big enough and it looked like you'd struggled quite a bit in it too.

The world was spinning. He knew battalions lost men every time they went out on missions. It was a common occurrence for soldiers to die and the remaining ones had to suck it up ad continue the fight. But Wrecker wasn’t used to this. From the very beginning, they were the four of them, surviving each mission thrown their way to fight another day. He never got attached to anyone out of his Batch but you and losing his first comrade in the field hit him hard.

Sure, the death of 99 left him in crumbles but with you it was different. He was supposed to have your back just like you had his. You saved his life and he didn’t save yours.

As his eyes fell to the ground in shame, he noticed a small object at the tip of his boot.

“Tech.” He called, as he raised back up with your earbud in hand.

“So we can’t contact her, she can’t contact us, she’s unarmed and wounded.” Crosshair resumed the situation, your bloody bow, and quiver in hand. "If she's not dead, she'll be soon."

"There's no way she'd run deeper into the jungle wounded and without her bow. It's suicide." Hunter tore his gaze from the large puddle at his feet to follow sparse dark spots staining the grass to their right. "It could be a new critter that doesn't kill right away or she found someone or something else to protect her."

So there was a possibility that you weren't dead. Wrecker felt relieved that his brother came to that conclusion, his own mind was working in slow motion, too distressed at his feelings to allow him to concentrate and think.

"Whatever it is, we'll find her."

Even if the words weren't meant to reassure him, Wrecker felt more at ease knowing that they had a way to track you and that you were possibly safe with someone or something. All he hoped now was that you were alive long enough for them to find you and that ultimately, you'd forgive him.

Wrecker rushed behind his brothers who followed the trail, jogging at a steady rhythm, slow enough to be able to detect the monsters that might target them but fast enough that they would catch up to you at some point.

It didn't take long for the first Algax to cut their road, the shy creature poking its terrifying head from behind a large trunk as soon as it heard them approach.

Wrecker tensed, already gripping the handle of his blaster with his left hand despite the knowledge that his weapon was useless against them. Having his blaster in hand, even if it wasn't the right one, gave him a sense of security.

The dark blue creature didn't have time to lift its hand to reach for them that an arrow flew right into the trunk next to its head. The beast hissed, its long fingers hitting the arrow in anger before moving out of its hiding spot to engage the group.

"Damn thing." Crosshair growled, at the bow in his hand or at the beast, Wrecker didn't know. All he knew was that he almost cheered when his brother managed to scare the beast away with two arrows piercing its chest.

"Nice work." Tech approved, light sticks in hand instead of his blasters.

"You were right. It is primitive." Crosshair growled, following Hunter who resumed the tracking of your blood on the ground.

"I'm always right." He chirped, eyes scanning the shadows.

"Debatable." His brother scoffed back.

"Wrecker." Hunter called from the front, eyes quickly darting forward when he caught his brother's eyes. "Let your blaster. Take your blade."

"Okay." Against his best instinct, the clone let go of his DC-17, letting it fall on the jungle floor to grab his vibroblade in a firm grip. The blade felt weird in his left hand but it would do. Knives worked on those things, he was still safe.

The surroundings were calm for a while, and the more time they spent no crossing path with any monster, the more the tension built between them. Apprehension kept them on their toes, eating away at their nerves slowly.

The next Algax they encountered stood tall in their way like he was challenging them to jump at it. Maybe they were used to being at the top of the food chain, just like the clones were used to being at the top of their game. Regrettably, the clones were in way over their head on this planet but they would make sure that they weren't the only ones.

Instead of slowing down, Hunter charged at the Algax, stopping only when the sharp metal of his vibroblade was deeply set into the monster's chest.

Wrecker waited for a screech, for the creature to start thrashing around or flee like the one that fell down a tree with you. Seconds passed and the Algax lifted its arms like nothing happened, like there wasn't a long knife jabbed in its thorax and made a move to grab the sergeant who swiftly jumped away, blade still in hand.

"What?!" Hunter exclaimed, facing the creature once again.

An arrow in the head managed to get the desired effect, the tall beast running away in its signature hiss.

"Why didn't it work? Her knife worked on them!" Hunter was getting more and more on edge.

"Maybe it could be because our technology is too advanced or because our equipment is not native." Tech remarked. "It is logical in a sense. This planet created its own rules to protect itself from invaders, so it may have created a sort of protection against anything exterior to its own resources."

"It is possible?" Wrecker found it quite hard to believe. A planet controlling what could kill or not? Blasters could kill anything!

"The planet changes beliefs in the real thing. Yeah I think it's possible." He deadpanned with an eye roll.

Suddenly, the vibroblade in Wrecker's hand didn't provide the same sense of security as before. All their hope resided in Crosshair and Tech's hands. 7 arrows and 3 light sticks. Talk about limited resources. If only he had his backpack containing all his explosives, he could get something done.

Too deep in thought, Wrecker didn't notice the wall of dirt right in front of them until he almost rammed into it. They were back to their landmark.

"We missed each other." Hunter growled in frustration at the sight of the blood splatters leaving the safety of the trees to disappear under the waterfall.

Wrecker understood immediately, his own frustration building in his chest. They entered the jungle and you got out of it. Maker knew Wrecker was used to bad timing but this was a new low. Fate was laughing right in their faces.

Cautiously, they left the dense vegetation to venture into the open area where Wrecker almost became bird food. His eyes were fixed in the open sky, some stars were visible through the small clouds. The bright moon wasn't at its highest yet, Wrecker estimated that there was another hour before the satellite reached its peak.

The provided light allowed him to relax the muscles around his eyes. He hasn't been squinting for long that the beginning of a headache started to form in his skull.

As they neared the wet dirt, three sets of footprints were easily distinguishable in the wet dirt. The spacing told them that none of you were running. If nothing was chasing you, then why weren't you patched up?

"We have to find her quick." Crosshair spat what every brother thought quietly.

If you were with people that didn't patch you up and had plenty of time to do so then they weren't on your side. Even without medical supplies, they should have been able to stop the bleeding one way or the other.

"Stay close." Hunter called, venturing closer to the waterfall where your blood disappeared.

With each step forward, the sound of the waterfall hitting the river below became more and more deafening. The sound was assaulting his ears to a point where he almost ripped his helmet off to cover his ears. He managed to hold on, focussing instead on his leader who clearly had more problems than him.

Hunter had removed his own helmet to pass it on to Tech in hope of covering some of the uproars with his hands. The relief must not have been enough for his arms began to shake, his hands pushing firmly against the sides of his head.

If only he could reach for his brother and take some of his pain, Wrecker would do it in a heartbeat.

"Let's make this quick." Crosshair took the front, his steps taking him behind the waterfall where a tin border of rocks formed a path to the other side.

Tech nodded his head towards Hunter, his hands already full with the sticks and the extra helmet.

"Got him." Wrecker confirmed. His left hand reached for his brother's pauldron right after sheathing his blade.

With practiced movements, Wrecker bent to carefully set his pain down, now wasn't the time to listen to his body.

With slow steps the tank walked on the wet trail of rocks behind the roaring wall of water, his arm tightening slightly around the body on his shoulder. If Hunter reacted Wrecker couldn't hear it.

The rocks were flat enough that he didn't slip once. The problem appeared on the other side, where the blood trail ended abruptly a couple of feet away from the bank.

"Where to now?" Wrecker asked, still supporting his limp brother.

"No fucking idea." Crosshair grumbled, visor moving from right to left where the jungle extended as far as his eyes could see in both directions.

Hunter's feet returned to the ground when soft pats disturbed the tall clone carrying him, his hands were at his sides, fingers clenched into fists as he grounded himself through deep breaths.

"Are you okay?" Wrecker dared to ask, his worry for his family finally escaping him.

Hunter usually took more time to recover from an overwhelming episode like this one and it was apparent that he still needed time, but he opened his eyes nonetheless, ignoring Wrecker's question to grip onto Tech for support and deeply breathe in, brows furrowed in concentration.

His head turned in a different direction as the three remaining clones scrutinized the line of trees for signs of a threat.

"It's faint." Hunter whispered, still deep within himself. "Blood. That way." He pointed at their right before reaching for his helmet in the engineer's hands.

"You're good to walk?" Tech questioned, watching his C.O. warily. His hands lifted slightly in apprehension that Hunter may faint under the pressure he was forcing on his body.

"Yes." It was weak but firm, leaving no place for discussion, not that either of them would have said anything. They knew what you meant to the sergeant so it was better for their sakes to not put themselves between you and him.

Back in position, clone force 99 advanced through the trees, their pace building at each passing second. They were almost running when finally they stopped, their boots almost slipping under them in a sticky substance.

"Karkin' fuck." Hunter cursed, his hands tightening around his vibroblade, eyes glued to the corpse lying at their feet.

"That was you smelled?" Crosshair pushed the eviscerated loth wolf with the tip of his foot.

"Ye-"

Screams resonated in the distance, cutting Hunter off. Wrecker's heartbeat loudly in his ears, almost covering the yells of pain under its incessant percussion against his ribcage.

Every single one of the soldiers breathed out in relief at the lack of a female scream. However, they tensed in apprehension as the screams faded and howls filled the air in their place. A new beast was around and they didn't have any idea of how to react to it. Run? Hide? Would the knife work this time? Or the bow?

"There were two distinct voices. Males." Tech stopped his recon of the surroundings to catch his batch's eyes. "Maybe it's them."

"Worth a shot." Hunter nodded, already moving in the direction of the screams, although this time he kept a slower pace, fully conscious that they were in unknown territory, charging at unknown beasts.

The screams weren't too far, but they obviously came from the opposite direction Hunter initially pointed them to. Hopefully, they would find you there, wounded but alive, and he wouldn't beat himself too much for his mistake.

Despite knowing that they were useless, Wrecker retrieved his vibroblade from its sheath. The need for a weapon in his hand was too great to ignore, every cell of his being felt the danger ahead and wanted to be prepared although he could never really be prepared for anything this planet threw at him.

He cringed every time a twig broke under his boots, the soft sound resonating in his own ears like the grenades he liked to throw on the battlefield, resonating into the silent jungle to scream their position at anything that dared to listen. Maybe it was paranoïa slowly creeping its way into his brain, using the aftereffect of the corrupted hallucinations he suffered to play around with his senses.

Just like right now, the more he concentrated to decipher the shadows with his half working helmet, the more strange the forms became. At first, it was spots from his constant squinting, then he saw small blue lights on the horizon, dancing haphazardly around. After a couple of blinks, the pale lights disappeared as fast as they arrived, leading the bald clone to shrug them off as his eyes playing tricks on him. The constant stress was definitely getting a toll on him, and let’s not talk about the two dives into a strong current. Once this night was over and they get back at the Marauder, he’ll sleep for two weeks straight.

Softs whines could be heard over unnerving growls and occasional barks, quickly catching the group’s attention.

“Blood.” Hunter informed them over comm, his whisper almost blending with the rustles of leaves in front of them.

The group halted in their tracks as Hunter raised his fist, Crosshair already had the bow cranked, ready to shoot at whatever alerted their leader. Carefully peeking over Tech’s shoulder, Wrecker craned his neck to the side to see what was happening around the boulder they used as cover.

He could see the posterior of a large animal, jerking successively like it was pulling at something. Disturbing yelps filled the air and the animal fell backward with its prize tightly encased between its teeth. It rolled near their position but was too preoccupied with the bloody arm in its possession to detect the clones observing it.

Wrecker knew Tech was recording, there was no way he wasn’t. Not when the monster before them had no skin whatsoever to cover its bones. The canine-like monstrosity easily reached Tech’s waist, had no external skin, leaving its bones to shine under the green tint of their night vision, muscles were observable between the ribs and along the joints, but that was it. No skin.

"If only we could capture one." He muttered to which Hunter answered with a glare under his helmet.

As it ate, Tech’s appreciative whispers filled the comm, muttering about the extra smaller ribs that circled the abdomen of the monster, keeping its intestines from falling all over the ground and marveling about the movement of each muscle, totally bare for his curious eyes to see and analyze at will.

"Fine fine. We won't be getting one of those perfect study specimens." He grumbled, reporting his gaze to the organism that crunched the humerus with only moderate difficulty. "Fascinating."

"No, it's not." Crosshair elbowed Hunter who redirected his gaze to a hollow tree where a figure was shivering, hidden in the darkness.

"That's her." He confirmed, the sniper's impeccable sight was not to be doubted.

"Why aren't they attacking her?" Wrecker questioned, puzzled.

Two other beasts were walking only steps away from your poor hiding spot, ignoring you totally despite acknowledging your presence with occasional glances towards you.

"I have some theories but they are all shots in the dark." Tech answered when he realized that they were all waiting for his highlights.

"That's just perfect." Crosshair growled.

The tall clone counted 4 of them, walking between two bodies to tear at the flesh and stain their white skulls with fresh blood.

He wondered if his brute strength would be enough to smash their bones if needed when he noticed you slowly standing up, hands behind your body to steady yourself against the trunk.

"Maybe she could come here instead of us going there." Wrecker pointed out. If only he could catch your attention without catching theirs. "Tech. Do you still have your laser?"

The toy they kept around to annoy Crosshair whenever he was too relaxed on leave could be more useful than its original purpose.

Wrecker was amazed at how unafraid of the canines you were, standing next to one of them to pull at the bow on one of the beheaded corpses with your foot.

"Good idea." Tech walked to the other side of the rock where he could have a clear view of your limping form, slowly making your way toward one of the dead bodies.

"She's tied up." Remarked Hunter, his voice merely above a whisper but frightening nonetheless. Your aggressors should be glad that the dogs got them first.

Crosshair had the creature in his aim, an arrow already pointed at its head if it dared to make a move in your direction.

At one point the bow got stuck, the snapping mouth of the monster next to you was deeply buried into the open chest of what once was a man, blocking your progression toward the shoulders.

Wrecker's breath blocked in his throat and Crosshair cursed under his breath as they saw you tentatively poke the skull of the monster with a very shaky foot before almost falling on your ass with a muffled yelp at how quickly you moved it back when the big bony dog jerked its head up to look at you.

Your wide eyes stared back at it until it lost interest and moved further down the body to nib at some abdominal organs. Quickly you pulled out the bow with your foot, head tilted down to your chest to look at your work.

Tech used this moment to point the red laser at your chest, immediately catching your attention by moving it from side to side. Wrecker grinned as your head lifted in their direction, eyes wide in surprise. You spotted them in seconds, maybe because Wrecker was waving.

Words were muffled by the rope around your mouth, but the wild shaking of your head was clear. Even with only a half functioning helmet, Wrecker could read the fear in your gaze.

Tech couldn't close the light fast enough. One skull turned at the source of the small brightness. As soon as it spotted them, earsplitting yaps covered the snarls of the feasting animals, catching the pack’s attention simultaneously. Soon 4 pairs of predatory red eyes stared at them, their maws chattering in anticipation.

#bad batch x reader #wrecker x reader #tech x reader #crosshair x reader #hunter x reader #sergeant hunter #clone force 99 #star wars #clone wars

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juiceboxesheadcanons · 4 years ago

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I finally figured out how to send asks on mobile :D Got any headcanons for how Illumi, Hisoka, (plus gon and Killua if it's not too much trouble) would decorate for Christmas? I just think that would be kinda poggers UwU

YESSSS I DO ACTUALLY! CANT WAIT TILL CHRISTMAS GUYS! I decided to just pin this post until the end of December so if anybody else wants any Christmas headcanons I’ll just add it here and I did put extra characters/headcanons because of that reason and if you want me to add anybody else just send in a request about it! (also dont mind the random juiceboxes I just left them out bc I don’t feel like adding new ones when adding random hc’s.) THANKS SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING! I’ll finish illumi and hisoka later but my food just arrived so I’m gonna go start on that first :)

Hunter x Hunter Christmas Event! This Event Includes The Main 4, The Adult Trio, The Phantom Troupe, The Zoldyck Family, The Freecss Family, And The Minor Characters!

Illumi

🧃 rich kid is gonna be the one with either nothing but a tree or literally is gonna go to the point of fake snow on the stair rails

🧃 it’s either nerf or nothing for this man. either go all out or don’t go at all mf

🧃 he likes Christmas except the fact it’s cold, girlie isn’t a fan of cold weather

🧃 he’ll probably do the jazz with the gingerbread cookies tho :’)

🧃 but yeah his tree��s gonna look like the ones in the movies with like all the height and the little balls with the perfect star on top bc babie is perfect so his tree should be too ✨

🧃 he says he doesn’t want anything but if you actually get him something he’ll be so touched-

🧃 he maybe will take a day off of fuck knows what to spend Christmas with anybody-

🧃 okay we all know he’s spending Christmas with hisoka and we can’t change that

🧃 poor baby he just wants to be held and feel the feeling of warmth again so he is a fan of hot chocolate

🧃 will not go out in the snow but he will go with you or anybody that wants to go outside and play

🧃 he isn’t a fan of dressing up but he’ll take his s/o out on a Christmas date (I will do a mini scenario/hc’s for this if you guys want.)

Hisoka

🧃 I feel if he wasn’t a pedophile or mass murderer they would hire him to work as a mall Santa Claus.

🧃 he’d probably do a color coded thing and the whole house would be that color

🧃 this mf would buy a gift for himself-

🧃 he wouldn’t do anything to his room and the biggest ick about him I have is that he has nothing in his room but a bed, dresser, desk, lamp, and nightstand like only the necessities so he wouldn’t do that much.

🧃 if he had a kid he’d 100% to elf on the shelf until they were like 16 years old and even use his nen ability to secretly make them move so the kid would believe in the magic for a while

🧃 he’s forcing illumi to come over cause he doesn’t want the little shit to be alone and sad on Christmas.

🧃 he got illumi a present

🧃 not a fan of those childish Christmas films but he’s pretty fond of the romance ones tbh

🧃 he literally never ends up under the mistletoe because everybody’s avoiding it so they won’t have to kiss the scary guy-

🧃 he can COOK asf so he’ll def make a feast for him and his s/o or just friends :)

Killua

🧃 he’s gonna be the most fun with all this, he want everything either blue, purple, or white. Literally he hates doing shit and not perfecting it (nikki minaj??)

🧃 he’d be the one to act like a mom saying “stupid I’m not buying that it’s too expensive!” and then you wake up with it under the tree- “you thought you weren’t getting it didn’t you?” I stg he is literally EVERY SINGLE MOTHER ON EARTH and it’s not even funny.

🧃 he wants to go play in the snow and make snow angels but he won’t say anything until you say something

🧃 hc that his ears and nose turn kinda red when it’s cold

🧃 he’s literally cooking a red velvet cake and there is no point in stopping him

🧃 he probably isn’t a morning christmas guy, he’s all for around 11-12 gifts so then you guys can bake cookies and play in the snow a ton because you got some energy stored up

🧃 this mf wants chocolate robots for Christmas and probably at one point in his life asked Santa for a new family but he didn’t deliver ig. (Illumi probably wrote him a fake Santa note saying that his family was better than everybody else’s.)

🧃 his parents forced him to go sing those fucking Christmas songs when they know damn well those kids sound ratchet.

🧃 he ALWAYS ends up under the mistletoe with somebody. Even if it’s unintentional it always happens.

🧃 a giant fan of wreaths for some reason? He puts one on every door.

Gon

🧃 his favorite holiday is Christmas so ohhh boy this is gonna be magical-

🧃 red green and white colors. you cannot change his mind literally that is what colors are in his head as soon as he hears the word Christmas.

🧃 the tree’s gonna be HUGE and he’s gonna want to decorate every room in the house. The bathroom, your room, his room, and yes he is that one neighbor with the fucking big ass lights outside-

🧃 he is a firm Santa believer he doesn’t take criticism.

🧃 literally is going to wake everybody up at 6 fucking am to open gifts and everybody is gonna do it because can we really resist his pouty face? no.

🧃 the joy on his face opening any gifts make it a fucking can of baked beans makes it all worth losing about 3-4 hours of sleep :,)

🧃 he probably wants toys for Christmas, I get he’s 14 but hxh doesn’t exactly have too much social media so he wouldn’t be trying to grow up too fast

🧃 he would get matching sleepwear for everybody except for some fucking reason it actually will look cute and he won’t just settle for a ugly ass tight suffocating elf sweater.

🧃 he believes Christmas is about spending time with your family and probably donated his old toys to a center so kids who didn’t have toys got some :)

🧃 he’s gonna make sure everybody has a good time, like every single person. it’s a main protagonist thing I guess but I mean I applaud him for it.

🧃 doesn’t quite ever end up under the mistletoe with anybody but if he happened to he’d giggle and kiss their cheek in a friendly way.

Leorio

🧃 he’s gonna reuse the same fucking plastic wrinkled tree he’s been using for 12 years because the tree prices are “insane” even on sale.

🧃 he would be the one a Walmart ringing the little bell and forcing kurapika to sing with him because he needs the money.

🧃 his house is the one with rainbow colored little balls and it’s so ghetto but at the same time adorable

🧃 he is literally that one neighbor who gets the most snow and it’s the snow that’s basically ice and will take around 6 good days to shovel up.

🧃 maybe wont shovel out the snow too early because he wants killua and gon to have fun.

🧃 he wants money for Christmas and nothing more, but kurapika tells him money isn’t a real gift and to ask for something else

🧃 even not being a morning person, he LIVES for morning Christmas.

🧃 probably eats snow.

🧃 he would try to cook and it might work actually

🧃 miss girl is plopped right down right next to gon watching elf on the shelf movies

🧃 he wears the Santa hat and is lowkey twinning with kurapika-

Kurapika

🧃 this bitch is gonna make you wait all fucking day to open gifts 😀

🧃 he thinks afternoon/nigh Christmas is the best. On Christmas eve he would literally sit down and watch movies with killua and gon for exactly 2 hours while leorio waits outside because kurapika wants him to sound like there’s somebody on the roof and kurapika can put the two children to bed and get a break for the rest of the night to finish gift wrapping and food making

🧃 hella good at wrapping gifts- commercial wrapping mf.

🧃 he thinks a white color coded Christmas looks best

🧃 he’d give killua and gon like 150$ to buy Christmas stuff for their rooms and that’s lowkey just him trying his best he doesn’t know what the fuck else to do he isn’t a mom-

🧃 he might teach the other 3 traditional kurta songs his clan and him sung on Christmas.

🧃 he’s twinning with leorio cause he got the reindeer ears I mean get it ig-

🧃 leorio is BEGGING kurapika to let him get a couple of drinks and kurapika’s like “YOURE GONNA STAY SOBER AND YOURE GONNA LIKE IT BITCH.”

🧃 he may or may not boys whatever they asked for and accidently on purpose use leorio’s credit card-

🧃 he just wants everybody to be happy, but can we blame him? it’s Christmas why wouldn’t he?

🧃 okay all wholesomeness aside he’s making leorio shovel the driveway.

Chrollo

🧃 he thinks this is like a romance thing

🧃 he’ll probably steal a gift or 2 for you ya know

🧃 I feel he’s the mf to have a black Christmas tree or a white one theres no in between

🧃 cookies are a yes

🧃 just go watch a classic romance movie one with him, it’ll give ya clear skin ma

🧃 he won’t decorate outside but inside will look magical asf

🧃 I think personally he’d wear a santa hat

🧃 probably would make a big phat juicy meal just for the two of you and he’d get gifts for the troupe if they cared about celebration

🧃 I feel the troupe isn’t big on that holiday stuff but if you felt like celebrating with him he’d be over the moon

🧃 he got that big tree though for no reason, he also takes the tree down the day after Christmas

🧃 Probably would give you a gift everyday leading up to christmas

Feitan

🧃 He probably was forced to sing carols and ring the bell on christmas as a kid-

🧃 he doesn’t really care much and won’t care to decorate but may or may not get you gifts

🧃 if you get him something he’ll have a small smile behind his mask

🧃 he doesn’t wanna be in the cold just make some hot chocolate and watch a movie with him jeez

🧃 probably will wear reindeer horns if you insist

🧃 his favorite holiday is halloween but christmas is nice I guess

🧃 he probably would spend his entire day if he didn’t have a s/o with shalnark seeing who could figure out the christmas word find fastest

🧃 he’s gonna just see if theres anything he could steal for anybody

🧃 doesn’t bother with snow at all if there is snow he just doesn’t care to go outside when we got a perfectly nice house

🧃 firm believer in christmas isn’t about family it’s about gifts

🧃 he’s gonna get you something expensive though

Alluka

🧃 alluka the sweet princess is literally the neighbor that has the biggest brightest lights

🧃 she probably had her big brother killua come help her

🧃 her christmas tree is pink and white, and she decorated every square foot of her house

🧃 Christmas is her favorite holiday :)

🧃 she get’s everybody gifts and for christmas she wants some toys maybe to go shopping or something

🧃 snow angels are a must 100%

🧃 firm santa believer doesn’t take criticism.

🧃 she’s gonna be so happy just to spend time with people honestly even if nanika comes out she’s just gonna be happy

🧃 her gingerbread houses look absolutely amazing like please become a house builder sis-

🧃 she’s wearing matching sleepwear with killua and gon, probably doing a elf santa and reindeer theme which is adorable

🧃 this is the best day of her life and I’m living for it.

machi

🧃 This bitch is not a fan of anything

🧃 she want’s to paint those little christmas ball things and yeah

🧃 probably says she doesn’t want anything but some jewels or bracelets would be nice

🧃 also isn’t a fan of snow but her house doesn’t get much to be honest

🧃 for the troupe she gives them like some bakery idem she made because why not that’s her family after all

🧃 probably wears fluffy socks on christmas and they’re like really adorable she just doesn’t realize it

🧃 she probably got something extra for shizuku idk I head canon them to be friends :)

🧃 she wont steal anything probably will buy or make it

🧃 omg machi stitching little christmas sweaters and socks omg that’s the highlight of my mother fucking day

🧃 her house if she decorates, is red and white.

Pakunoda

🧃 omg this beautiful woman I love so much

🧃 her house is white and blue and it’s all pretty

🧃 she has lights and stuff but doesn’t like overdo it or anything because she isn’t that jolly but might decorate a tree or two

🧃 she donates to animal shelters on christmas and literally it’s so cute

🧃 will probably get the troupe something specific that fits them or that they like because she isn’t trying to get somebody useless shit

🧃 for her s/o she’ll go out in the snow with them if they’d want

🧃 she buys the best gifts like that one aunt you don’t wanna give kisses but they always come through except we do wanna kiss her asf

🧃 she’ll wear machis socks that machi made her :,)

🧃 probably is the best person to have on christmas because just look at her

🧃 cuddles are everything just let’s just hug her while she watching a movie yes

Shalnark

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Phinks

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Uvo

🧃

Shizuku

🧃

Mito

🧃 yes

🧃 she thinks christmas is all about family

🧃 def an adult who says that they don’t want anything

🧃 she loves gons little handmade gifts or cards though

🧃 she decorates the house whatever way gon would want to cause you know he’s the only kid in the house

🧃 so basically her family has like a huge feast and everything and the food slaps

🧃 she makes gon wear this adorable sleepwear thing cause she thinks its cute

🧃 won’t let gon near any gifts before christmas

🧃 she’ll bundle gon up like a burrito if he wants to play in the snow which is adorable

🧃 she’s the mom like “you thought you wasn’t gonna get that huh? oh you welcome baby.”

Kalluto

🧃 this small little boy omg

🧃 he loves christmas but nobody really pays attention to him so he’s a little sad

🧃 with the troupe if they get him something he’ll be so excited but you won’t be able to tell :(

🧃 he’ll give people stuff because to him this is probably the most spirt he gets

🧃 he might just go sit out in the snow to enjoy the scenery

🧃 he enjoys christmas eve most because of the vibes

🧃 doesn’t believe in santa but you know he’ll let alluka believe in it

🧃 probably a bit hurt killua wants to celebrate with alluka but not him tho

🧃 will ask killua if he wants anything def

🧃 might get illumi and milluki something if they let him

Milluki

🧃 he is always cooped up in the zoldyck house so they probably don’t decorate or celebrate but he still enjoys it

🧃 if illumi or something gets him a new game he’ll pretend he doesn’t care but he’ll appreciate it :)

🧃 he loves snow like yes

🧃 he might ask his siblings for something because his bitch ass parents wont buy him anything

🧃 yeah he doesn’t rlly give af but like yes

🧃 he probably just wants a new game or figure

🧃 he might go online and talk to his online friends to see what they got and watch hauls on yt

🧃 probably the mf to want something that arrives in like july like damn pick something else

🧃 wont get anybody else anything sadly

🧃 we stan milluki here

THATS IT FOR NOW!! IM PLANNING ON ADDING SHALNARK, PHINKS, UVO, SHIZUKU SO IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHER CHARACTERS YOU WANT JUST SEND IN REQUESTS! 😁🧃 this event does not include nsfw.

#christmas #hunter x hunter #hxh #christmas event

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real-sen-unnie · 6 years ago

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Just a small drabble that I quickly came up with for my ultimate bias Wonho (as you can tell) on his birthday.

Word Count: 837

Posted 9.48pm GMT (London) on 1st of March

Waking up early was something you were used to, however, today you felt more tired than usual. Possible due to the fact you were out last night celebrating your ninth wedding anniversary with your husband.

You smiled to yourself and carried on preparing breakfast. You quickly moved to the sink to wash the fruits you had selected this morning before placing them on a clean place and moving back to the kitchen island, with them in your hand. The rest of the table was already set, and this was the last to join the morning feast.

Picking up strawberries you had washed, you quickly cut the stalks off and split the delicious fruit in half before transferring them onto a clean plate. Once you had ﬁnished that, you went to pick up an orange to peel but felt two strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you back in the hard body they belonged to. Knowing it was your husband by his masculine scent, you smiled and verbally greeted him a good morning without turning around.

"Did you wash up?" you asked him, picking up the orange like you were supposed to before he stopped you.

"Yessss!,”, Hoseok whined at your refusal to turn around "Baby, greet me properly,”.

“I did, stop whining,” you said before laughing as he buried his face into your neck tickling you as his lips touching your collarbone. The orange in your hand long forgotten on the table.

Using his strength to his advantage, he spun you around to ﬁnd your lips, kissing you softly. Happily obliging to your husband’s kiss, you kissed him bag as you closed your eyes.

When he pulled away, you heard the soft laugh, probably about your facial expression. When you ﬁnally opened your eyes, you found his, and stared into the deep brown orbs and before you knew it, his lips were descending on yours once again, kissing you more feverishly than before.

You felt one arm wrap around the waist while his other hand made its way to ﬁnd your shoulder that was covered by your nightgown you were wearing. Pushing it down your shoulder, he exposed the thin strap of your vest underneath. He left your lips, and kissed down your chin, making his way to your exposed skin, biting softly at ﬁrst before enforcing more strength.

“Ow,” you moaned, slightly in pain.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, lips tickling your skin before he sucked gently at the small mark he had made.

Your hands, which were previously holding on to the island behind you, moved to play with his soft hair. Once he had finished, he left the mark and kissed down your sternum, just above the valley of your breasts before moving back to your lips to engage you in a passionate make out session. His arms held you close, keeping you trapped until you both beard the high-pitched voice of another person.

“At it again?”

You somehow managed pushed your husband off you and manoeuvred behind him, adjusting your clothes before looking at Minhyuk who had suddenly appeared in the kitchen. You felt your face turn red as this wasn’t the first time, he had caught the two of you being intimate with each other.

“Good morning to you too, Minhyuk,” Hoseok greeted as he laughed at your reaction.

“Must you guys always be fondling each other?” he joked at you.

Before you could even counterattack his statement, you heard another high-pitched voice coming from your son, who had just entered the kitchen

"What does fondling mean?” he asked

"Excuse me young man, you do not interrupt an adult’s conversation like that. What should you have said?” you asked him.

He made a small face at you before saying good morning to you all.

“Have you washed your face and brushed your teeth?” you asked him.

“Yes mother,” he said as he rolled his eyes, looking just like his father, who is an expert at making faces.

“Sit down everyone, ill be done in a minute. Just need to finish peeling some fruit,” you explained as you gestured everyone to the table.

The three boys made their way to the table and began digging in to the food that was in front of the. You quickly finished with the fruits and brought it to the table for the boys to eat. Having already had your breakfast, you sat next to your husband and watched as they ate happily before questioning Minhyuk about what he and your son had done for the evening before as you went out.

Swiftly finishing what was in front of them, the three boys were in deep conversation, as you leaned on your husband, who had an arm around your waist.

“Mother, what’s that on your neck?” your son asked all of a sudden.

You blushed bright red, and covered the mark with your hand.

“A bunny bit her,” Minhyuk laughed, enjoying teasing you as Hoseok just laughed as he felt you bury your face into his neck.

#wonho #masterlist #will update the masterlist later #this probably needs editing #hoseok #minhyuk #au #drabble #monsta x #mx #happy birthday wonho

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sugarglider-s · 6 years ago

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AWWWW!!! Cute!!! I love the reactions to each-others swapped outfits!

OH GODDAMN!! PUMP THE BRAKES RO AND VIRG!! GEEZ

Lo and Pat, I’m so fucking sorry, you saved it with the lunch suggestion at least

OH SHIT!!! OUR BOIS!!!! GO GET EM PAT AND RO!!!

Aight, Bowceit just doesn’t give a fuck anymore, and HE HAS FINALLY LEARNED TO USE WAY MORE CHAINS ON EM

Oh Ro and Pat I’m so sorry... it’s real tough babes

“Virgil, next time Roman or Patton get kidnapped, we are booking it! We are booking it so fast!” WOW BITCH MOOD!!!

PATTON BABY!!! ITS OKAY SWEETHEART!!! WE LOVE YA!! And Roman just ditching the cake for a full on feast is the best thing ever omg

BITCH!!!!! VIRGIL AND LO LEGIT WORRYING ABOUT NOT BEING RESCUED??? AAAA!!! AND OH MY FUCKING CHRIST!!!! LOGAN YOU ARE A LIFE SAVER AND A GOOD GODDAMN BROTHER ILL TELL YOU THAT!!

ITS GO TIME FOR PAT AND RO!! THEYRE DONE WITH THIS BULLSHIT!!!

“Please don’t take my brother away!” “He’s all I have left!!” IM FUCKING CRYING BITCH!!!! THEY’RE THE ONLY FAMILY THEY HAVE LEFT!!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AND MY HEART IS SHATTERING BECAUSE LOGAN IS SO WORRIED ABOUT VIRGIL BEING ALONE, AND VIRGIL IS HAVING A PANIC ATTACK BECAUSE LOGAN IS HIS ONLY SUPPORT IN THAT SITUATION!!!

KICK THEIR ASSES RO AND PAT!!!! LEAVE NO BITCH ALIVE!!!

LOGAN!!!!! AAAAA NOOOOO!!!!! I KNOW THAT VIRGIL IS ALONE BABY, IM SCARED TOO!!!

PATTON IS AN ENTIRE FUCKING MOOD RN

YESSSS!!!!! KICK. HIS. ASS!!!! PAT AND RO, THE KICKASS DUO!!!!

Logan??? LOGAN!!!! LOGAN IS SUCH A SHAKEN BOY AND IM SO FUCKING SAD OH MY GOD!!!

HELL YEAH!!! THE NUMBER ONE PRIORITY!! GETTING THE BROTHERS BACK TO EACH OTHER!!!

AAAAAAAAAA!!!!! THEY’RE SO CONCERNED FOR EACH OTHER!!! AND THEYRE SHAKING WITH RELIEF??? IM SO FUCKING SORRY FOR THE SHIT THEY HAD TO GO THROUGH!!!!

YESSSS!!!! PLEASE REST!!! THEY ALL DESERVE IT!!!

God... this was amazing and I’m crying so much holy fuck.. thank you 💕💕💕

A Day In Your Shoes (A Mario Bros AU)

I wrote another story for @sugarglider9603 Mario AU because I have no self control and finals are finally over. So I hope you ENJOY!!!

It started with a harmless joke. They had come back from the pool early, mainly due to the inability for anybody to keep their chill when seeing their significant other in a swim suit but that’s beside the point. The point was that Roman and Patton had thought it would be a hilarious idea to switch out their boyfriends’ clothes with their clothes. And it was, the Sarcastic Bros came stomping out of the dressing room in a huff, flushed pink and fidgeting uncomfortably in the royal garments. They couldn’t stay mad at them for long though since Roman and Patton decided to switch wardrobes too and seeing their respected princes in THEIR clothing made them feel…very flustered.

“Aww, you look so cute,” Patton cooed, taking Logan’s face in his hands and kissing his nose “pink really does suit you.”

Logan flushed a deep scarlet, “Ehem, y-yes, well, you look…exquisite as well.”

“Yes, a little frumpy but I think you pull off my look splendidly, Verge.” Roman chuckled as Virgil tried to keep his grumpy demeaner. “Oh, come on, darling, it’s not that bad.”

“Easy for you to say.” Virgil kept his arms crossed and back turned because he knew he’d eventually break if he even glanced at the prince.

“Oh, Virgil love,” Roman cooed, wrapping his arms around the younger plumber’s waist “I was only teasing, beside I couldn’t resist. I just knew you’d look sooo cute in my clothes.”

Virgil grumbled in response, still not bothering to turn around but Roman could tell by the scarlet tips of his ears that the prince was getting to him. He smiled mischievously and nuzzled into the gloomy plumber’s neck, “Viiiirrrrrggggiiiillll, please forgive me~”

Virgil squeaked as he felt a trail of kisses climbing up his neck before Roman squished their cheeks together, “I promise to never do it again, my little storm cloud.”

Patton and Logan had been awkwardly watching the scene unfold before Logan decided he had enough of the couple’s flirting and suggested they should start making lunch. Patton was quick to agree and suggested they split up to get things ready quicker. With that agreed upon Patton made quick work of yanking Roman off a very flustered Virgil while Logan dragged his brother to the direction of the courtyard. Roman whined childishly as Patton continued to drag him by the hood of Virgil’s sweater all the way to the kitchen.

They had been gone maybe all of twenty minutes, it was just some simple tea and sandwiches, but by the time the two princes made it to the court yard all the Talyns and Thomases were in a state of panic. Though this time it was more intense than usual because this time it wasn’t one of their princes who got kidnapped but-

“The heroes, Logan and Virgil, have been kidnapped by Bowceit!” A frazzled Talyn cried out.

“Excuse me?” Roman questioned, because surely, he wasn’t hearing that right. Logan and Virgil Sarcastic DON’T get kidnapped, they’re the ones that do the rescuing. The closes those two have ever gotten to getting “kidnapped” is that one time they all got sucked into space. Though that was more them being stranded and lost and having no other choice but to help fix Remy’s broken-down ship.

“Logan and Virgil have been kidnapped by Bowceit!” A Thomas helpfully repeated in an equally frantic manner.

“B-but that can’t be possible,” Patton said worriedly “they would have easily been able to escape and why in the world would Bowceit want to kidnap them?”

“I’m not sure,” the Talyn replied “but he was able to catch us by surprise with a smoke bomb full of knock-out gas. When we woke up the place was a mess and the Sarcastic Bros were missing!”

“Goodness gracious!” Patton gasped in shock, eyes filling with frighten tears “Roman, we have to go save them!”

Roman nodded, a determined fire in his eyes, “Right you are Patton. Come on, I know a short cut to that wretched snakes castle!”

—

“Okay, so, I didn’t really plan for this to happen,” Bowceit admitted to the two chained up plumbers. They glared at him with a face that said “yeah, no shit”.

Honestly, Bowceit just thought today would be another run of the mill kidnapping made easy with a cool new knock-out bomb one of his Boopalings made him. And for the most part it was, until he got home and realized he kidnapped the wrong people. Lucky for him the Sarcastic Bros were still knocked out which gave Bowceit plenty of time to lock them up in as many strong chains he could find. Despite everyone’s beliefs Bowceit was no fool, he knew for sure that as soon as the brothers woke up, they’d try to kick is ass. He was right by the way, but thankfully these chains were extra durable.

“Look, in my defense, from a distance, you guys really do look similar,” Bowceit continued “and another thing: what are you guys doing in the princes’ clothes?”

“None of your business!” Virgil growled, though the light blush on his cheeks made him a bit less intimidating “So if you could stop asking questions and let us go now, we won’t kick your ass as hard!”

“Indeed.” Logan glowered.

“Mmh, no can do,” Bowceit shrugged “it doesn’t really matter to me if you’re a prince or not. I’m not too picky in who I marry, though I’ll admit I’d prefer someone less…sarcastic and bitter. Still, beggars can’t be choosers, so unless your princes in distress decide to come and rescue you, which is highly unlikely, I suggest you two decide which one of you is getting married to me. I’ll at least give you that curtesy.”

“I’ll show you curtesy.” Logan grumbled as he began to stand only to have his knees buckle and head spin until he collapsed back on the floor.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Bowceit informed offhandedly “the effects of the knock out gas is still in your system so you’ll be weak for a couple…hours, days? Who knows, but what I do know is that you should probably take it easy for a bit.”

“If you knew we’d be in such a weakened state why’d you chain us up?” Logan groaned as Virgil helped him sit up “Isn’t this a bit…extra?”

“Hey, I didn’t know how it would have affected you two!” Bowceit said honestly “For all I knew you guys could be immune! I was not going to take any chances! I’m not stupid!”

“Debatable.” Virgil quipped.

Bowceit huffed, “This is what I get for showing you guys good hospitality?”

Virgil violently rattled the chins on his wrist, “This is good hospitality?!”

“If this is ‘good hospitality’ for you then I don’t want to know what your definition of ‘bad hospitality’ is.” Logan said dryly.

—

Roman and Patton felt…different. They weren’t sure why, no, lie, they knew exactly why but they weren’t sure how. Like, Roman knew he was a pretty athletic, after all he’s been training since the age of six, but Patton? Not to say he was weak or unfit but this was just some next level stuff for both of them!

“How are we running so fast for so long?” Roman exclaimed in mild panic. They had been running through the desert for two hours now, WITHOUT once stopping for a break and yet they were only mildly tired.

“I’m not sure,” Patton said, equally worried as he super jumped over a red shell turtle and punted the shell into a cluster of charging goombas “I’m still in shock that Logan and Virgil are able to do all of this almost every week!”

“No wonder they’re always so hungry!” Roman concluded as he grabbed a nearby fire flower before tossing a few fire balls suspected enemies ahead of them. “My poor little storm cloud must work himself to exhaustion!”

—

“So, I already know Patton and Roman’s preference when it comes to color scheme but I doubt you’d guys have the same taste,” Bowceit rambled on as he and the Danger Noodles sorted through various wedding themes and samples “White is very traditional but I wouldn’t mind if either of you would want to add a darker accent. What do you think?”

The brothers sad miserably in their cages glaring daggers at the lizard man before them until finally Logan had enough. He growled, “What the hell is the point of this? We’re not marrying you!”

Bowceit chuckled, not looking up from the cake catalog he was reading, “Funny you think either of you have a choice in this. But anyways, I was thinking if Logan decides to marry me then we can have vanilla cake with blueberry filling and if Virgil decides to marry me, we’ll have chocolate with strawberry filling. Though if you want something different feel free to add on.”

“Is this the bullshit Roman and Patton have to deal with when their trapped with you?” Virgil groaned.

“Yes,” Bowceit huffed haughtily “but unlike you two they’re at least more cooperative and by this point we already have our color scheme and decorations down. While you two can’t even decide on the appetizers!”

Logan flopped onto his back, throwing his hands over his face dramatically, “Virgil, next time Patton or Roman get kidnapped we’re booking it! We’re booking it so fasted! We’ve been here for only two hours and I already want to end myself!”

“Oh, don’t be dramatic,” Bowceit said waving around a few color pallets “now can we please focus back at the task at hand? We only have a few hours to plan this wedding and I don’t want to be having to do everything at the last minute.”

More groans were heard in response.

—

“We are making them the biggest gosh darn cake ever when we get back home!” Patton declared as they vigorously swam across the ocean. They were UNDER WATER fighting off see monsters! They hadn’t come up for air in HOURS!

“Screw the cake!” Roman exclaimed as he dodged another cheep cheep causing him to nearly run into a spiky puff fish “We need to make them a hecking banquet! Feast fit for kings! Nothing but the best for our poor, hardworking, boys!”

“I’ll never complain for being kidnapped again! I’ll never complain for being kidnapped again!” Patton chanted mournfully as he kicked his feet even faster when a swarm of cheep cheep began chasing them.

“What the hell even are these things?!” Roman shrieked, grabbing Patton’s hand and swimming as fast and as hard as he could.

“Logi Bear, I’m so sorry you have to go through all of this just to save me!” Patton cried.

“You can cry over this later, right now you need to swim faster Patton!” Roman demanded.

—

“There no window! There no exits! And even if there were they’d all be enchanted or blocked!” Virgil was pacing the room nervously. The effects of the knock-out gas had finally gotten out of their system but they were still chained up in the dungeon with no way of escaping. There were guards at every corner, all the exits were locked, and there were booby traps everywhere!

“How does Roman manage to get himself out of these situations all on his own?!” Virgil exclaimed worriedly “There’s two of us and we’ve been stuck here for hours!”

“I’m not completely sure,” Logan sighed, rubbing his arms for some sort of warmth against the freezing dungeon air “but I just worry imagining Patton down here by himself. He’s so social, I don’t know how long he could last by being isolated for so long. Especially in a place like this.”

“You wanna talk about social? Roman has people admiring him every ten minutes! I don’t know how he can stand being cooped up in here by himself for so long! I have you and I’m still freaking out!” Virgil moaned, foot steps becoming heavier as he pulled at the ends of his hair.

Logan had quickly gotten up to stop his brother’s pacing, placing gentle hands on his shoulders and giving him an easy smile, “Breath Virgil, we’ll get out of here soon. I’m sure Roman and Patton are on their way.”

“And if they don’t make it?” Virgil asked meekly, voice tight and full of a certain type of fear he wasn’t use to.

Logan didn’t know if it was due to the stress of the situation at hand or an overwhelming brotherly instinct that couldn’t stand to see Virgil like this, either way his heart broke for his brother. And in doing so Logan pulled him in for a tight hug which was stiff and awkward at first but soon melted into something warm and soothing. It was the most relaxed the two of them have ever been during their time trapped here.

—

King Bowceit’s castle loomed overhead in the middle of a lava lake with dark storm clouds swirling above it. Patton and Roman looked on from a safe distance, trying to scan for a secure entrance point. They were beaten, burned, and bruised, tiered beyond believe yet they willed themselves to keep going. At first, they were hopeful that the brothers would have escaped on their own but after venturing through three worlds with no sight of them they began to worry. What had Bowceit done to them? Were they okay? Were they too late?

“If anything has happened to my Dark and Stormy Knight, I am going to rip this castle apart along with Bowceit!” Roman growled, thoroughly done with just about everything in life. He just wanted his Virgil back, safe and sound in his arms.

“I’m right behind you.” Patton nodded solemnly, the frustration of it all finally making way for righteous fury. He was tired and grouchy and missed Logan’s hugs and kisses, he just wanted to go home already.

Roman plucked a nearby ice flower, letting the cool sensation overtake his over heated body but not quiet the flame in his heart. He turned to Patton with determination in his eyes, “Ready?”

Patton fished out a fire flower he had saved early on, letting it absorbed into his hand before conjuring up a fire ball, “Absolutely.”

—

Despite the situation they were in the wedding did look beautiful, or as beautiful as it could be in a stone castle surrounded by lava. The moment had finally come and of course Logan put himself in the metaphorical line of fire and volunteered to marry Bowceit, much to Virgil’s protest. Bowceit was ecstatic by the brothers’ cooperation but of course one could never be too careful around these two.

“Minions, escort my groom up to the tower to change and make sure his brother is locked some place secure.” Bowceit ordered.

“Excuse me,” Logan growled, stepping in front of Virgil protectively and backing them against a wall “what do you mean locking him some place secure? He’s coming with me!”

“Mmh, so terribly sorry my dear but I can’t have you two conspiring against me on our Big Day,” Bowceit grinned, maliciously “besides you’ll see him at the wedding, don’t worry.”

“No chance in hell am I leaving Logan alone with you!” Virgil spoke up from behind his brother, though his hands shook as he clutched on to the back of Logan’s (Patton’s) shirt.

“How many times must I tell you two?” Bowceit chuckled cruelly, snapping his fingers to get his minions attention “You don’t have a choice in the matter.”

The brothers held tight to each other but it was all for not, the chains were heavy and the koopas sent to separate them were much stronger than them. Still, they held on for as long as they could until it was only their fingertips clutching on to each other for dear life. This was the last straw for the brothers, kidnapped by knock-out gas, stressed about a wedding they thought would never happen, bound in a small, dark, cold dungeon for hours with no one but each other for company only to be separated at the end of it. It broke them.

“Please, don’t take my brother away!” Virgil begged, hot tears began to form at the corners of his eyes as his grip on Logan’s hands began slipping. “He’s all I have left!”

Logan felt as Virgil started to shake violently, the signs of a strong panic attack beginning to form. They were going to leave Virgil all alone with no one to comfort him, Logan couldn’t be there to help him through his attack. “Wait! Wait, please!”

But their cries fell on deaf ears as they were successfully pulled away from each other and carried to opposite sides of the castle. They struggled, kicked, and screamed but it was no use.

“Logan!” Virgil cried, arms outstretched as if he still had hopes of reaching his brother.

“Wait, please! He’ll be all alone!” Logan begged, desperately struggling to get out of the koopa’s grip “I can’t leave him alone! Virgil!”

—

Patton and Roman rushed through the levels as fast as they could, sparing no skeleton or ghost in their wake. It was reckless and dangerous but it was the fastest way to get to their beloveds. At one point they became so destructive and aggressive that enemies just started moving out of the way. They had dealt with Roman escaping and fighting them numerous times but it had always felt like some sort of game. And Patton was usually so timid and sweet, always trying to resolve things without violence. This…this was something else. The princes were livid and they were laser focused on one mission: rescue Logan and Virgil.

—

The wedding march began as Logan walked down the aisle in a beautifully tailored white suite. He looked up towards the ceiling near the alter where Virgil was trapped in a bird cage like structure dangling over a pit of lave. He had been stuffed into a black bride’s maid dress with a garland of flowers to match on his head. Virgil looked to be so shaken in terror that Logan swore he could hear the chains binding him rattling while the gag around his mouth seemed to almost be chewed through. A heavy lump caught in Logan’s throat as he forced himself to look back down where his husband to be was waiting for him, smiling ever so gleefully.

—

The Boopalings had been waiting near the entrance to the church, ready to hold off the princes for as long as they could. But one terrifying look from Roman and Patton told them that they should leave while they could. So, they did, all except for Bowceit Jr. who was determined not to let anyone ruin his dad’s wedding day. They were so close and he just needed to buy his dad a little more time is all. But that all changed when Patton came marching straight for him, the fury of a thousand suns burning in his eyes. The little snake Patton would ever hurt him but that didn’t cause him to shrunk down any less as the normally peppy prince growled, “Where. Is. Bowceit!”

—

Finally, the Magikoopa was nearing the end of the ceremony, “If anybody objects to this holy matrimony speak up now or forever hold your peace!”

The door was then kicked off it’s hinges, “We fucking object!”

The audience looked back in shock to find Roman with his sword aloft and ice spreading beneath his feet, and Patton with a fiery storm of destruction left in his wake. They looked absolutely terrifying and Bowceit was half tempted to just drop everything and run before remembering who they were.

He sneered, “It’s too late to grovel back now! Now if you excuse me, I have a wedding to-”

Shards of icicles were thrown and Bowceit barely had time to dodge them all before being backed up against a nearby pillar. A wall of fire surrounded the entrances his koopa men usually came in through when attacks such as this would happen. Now he was left alone with them, his Magikoopa having either flown off or been taken down by one of them but even if he hadn’t Bowceit was still screwed.

“How dare you,” Roman hissed lowly, pulling Bowceit up by the scruff of his suit “how dare you kidnap the loves of our lives and think you can get away with it unscathed!”

“T-to be fair, I was going to kidnap you but-” Bowceit was cut off from his nervous rambling by being judo flipped so hard he was embedded into the floor. And just when he thought he could fake being knocked out he was lifted up once more, this time by Patton. He began to spin them around and around, faster and faster, and just when Bowceit thought he was going to be sick Patton let go, causing him to crash through several walls and fly far across the land.

—

“Patton? Roman?” A voice asked somewhat meekly. The heavy breathing and tenseness in the princes is shoulders seem to dissipate just a small bit as they turned to see Logan looking at them with concerned eyes. The magic of the fire flower fizzled out and Patton’s bottom lip wiggled as tears began to spill from his eyes as rushed forward to embrace his love, “Logan!”

Logan relished in the contact, never truly knowing how much he missed Patton’s hugs. But the happiness was short lived as Logan remembered that Virgil was still trapped. He tried to remove himself from Patton’s iron grip, “P-Patton wait, Virgil is-”

“Virgil!” Roman called out as he made a spiral staircase of ice leading up towards the bird cage. Virgil’s eyes widen at the sound of Roman’s voice finally snapping him out of his panicked state before tears of relief spilled down his cheeks at the sight of him appearing in front of his prison. Roman’s heart stopped at sight of his beloved bound and trembling in fear so he made quick work of the lock by slashing it in half with his sword. The prince threw the door open and crouched inside to remove the chains and gag before gently cupping Virgil’s tear stained face.

“Oh, my poor little storm cloud, what did that monster do to you?” Roman whispered mournfully as his own eyes started to water.

“J-just get me down from here…please.” Virgil choked and so the prince obeyed him. Gently cradling his love in his arms as the ice magic slowly disappeared from Roman’s body once the reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Virgil!” Logan ripped himself out of Patton’s embrace racing to meet Virgil who in turn leapt out of Roman’s arms at the same moment. The princes watch happily as the two brothers held tightly to each other, shaking in both relief and lingering fear. Ever the doting brother Logan leaned back to inspect Virgil’s teary face, “You’re okay, right? Th-they didn’t hurt you?”

Virgil nodded, furiously trying to wipe the seemingly never-ending stream of tears from his face, “Y-yeah, yeah, I’m fine. And you?”

Sighing in relief, Logan pressed Virgil against the crook of his neck once more, “I am now.”

It was odd seeing the brothers so affectionate but given the day they all just had it was to be expected. And as much as the princes wanted to hold and shower their beloveds in affection, they knew that Virgil and Logan were brothers first and foremost, so they took priority. Either way, they didn’t mind waiting, their plumbers were safe now and that’s all that mattered.

—

After a few more tears and hugs and kisses, Patton and Roman insisted carrying the brothers all the way back home just like they had done to them in the past. It was only fair since they were the ones that did the saving this time. Reluctantly they agreed and the quartet made their way back to Patton’s castle where the Talynses and Thomases awaited them with food and clean clothes. Roman sent word back to his kingdom that he was fine and had helped rescue the Sarcastic bros but that he’d be staying in Patton’s kingdom for a few days. Patton and Roman didn’t want to leave the brothers’ side just yet and Logan and Virgil still refused to separate so it was compromised with a sleepover.

So, they now lay on Patton’s large bed, the brothers in the middle, pressed back to back, as they cuddled their respected princes. Logan engulfed Patton in his embrace as the prince curled himself in, nuzzling under his lover’s chin. Virgil half laid on top of Roman, hands clutching onto the fabric of the prince’s night shirt, while he listened to his heart beat as nimble fingers wove through his hair.

“We never knew how psychologically draining being kidnapped by Bowceit was.” Logan said after a long stretch of silence.

“We never knew how much work and strain you two go through in trying to save us.” Roman replied.

“Well, it’s mostly me they save,” Patton added guiltily “Roman can at least hold his own but me…I’m sorry I’m so much trouble.”

“Don’t be love.” Logan soothed, kissing the top of his prince’s head.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it Pat,” Virgil chimed in, he had finally stopped shaking and was able to speak without stuttering too much “it’s not your fault you get kidnapped on the weekly. It’s that psycho lizard.”

“Indeed.” Roman agreed, venom in every syllable.

“I guess so,” Patton sighed, though he was still a bit unsure “though I wish I could do a bit more to make you’re jobs a bit easier.”

“And I wish I could do more to make sure you won’t get kidnapped as much,” Logan admitted “I have a few ideas but maybe we should talk about it in more detail later.”

“Yeah, later.” Virgil murmured, rubbing his cheek against Roman’s chest, much like how a cat would do.

“Yes, much later,” Roman added on as he dimed the lights though not completely turning them off “maybe after breakfast and a good long day of rest.” He leaned his face down to kiss the top of Virgil’s head, “Goodnight my little storm cloud.”

Virgil snuggled closer in response, “Night Ro.”

“Goodnight Logi Bear,” Patton whispered softly “I love you so much.”

“Goodnight my love,” Logan replied, holding on much tighter “I love you too.”

#sugartalks #mario au #fic #tw angst

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Merories of Deception Ch2, Part 2 (adult+ trigger warnings)

**flashback**

A slap across the face roused her from her stupor, and when her head cleared she looked up into the sneering face of Lucius Malfoy.

“I see I have the … pleasure… of welcoming dirty mudbloods into my home once again,” he leered. “I hope you enjoy the evening’s entertainment. I know I will. This evening more than usual.” He cast his eyes down her body as she shivered under his gaze. With a flick of a plain black wand the tattered remains of her clothes disappeared, and she tried to pull her arms and legs in to cover herself, but they were bound tight by metal shackles. Malfoy reached out his hand to grope her, squeezing hard enough to bruise before smirking at her horror and discomfort at the feel of his hands. He stepped away.

“I imagine you are extremely eager to join us all upstairs, where of course you will have the honour of being allowed into the presence of the Dark Lord himself. I’m sure he will enjoy your company this evening.”

Hermione barely had time to make a sound of dismay at his words, before, with another wave of his wand, the shackles on her wrists and ankles opened, and she fell forwards, her legs weak from the unnatural position she had been left in for so long. She fell hard, hitting the floor with her knees and elbows as Lucius deftly stepped out of the way. Touching the wounds on her wrists numbly, she heard Lucius speak again.

“Bring her upstairs, Wormtail. And no touching, you filthy rat. Not until the Dark Lord has finished with her at least.”

With a start he noticed the other…man… in the room, cowering rodent-like in the shadows behind Lucius. The blonde-haired man glanced down at her exposed body on the floor, before turning and stalking away, exiting the room though a narrow door on the opposite side.

Wormtail lunged at her, sinking his long nails into the flesh of her upper arm as he dragged her to her feet. She tried to pull out of his grip, disgusted by the cold clammy feeling of his hand on her skin, but his wand was immediately at her throat. “Just give me a reason, go on. I’d love to get my hands on more than the other’s leftovers for once.” His tongue darted out to lick his lips as he looked down at her with twisted desire. “No? Best not keep them waiting then.”

He pushed her roughly through the door, his hand still wrapped firmly round her arm, and up a steep flight of steps into a dim corridor barely less dark and dank than the cellar she had just left. Panic was starting to rise in her throat, and her stomach was heaving. This is it, she thought. What are the chances of me leaving this place in one piece? She kept her thoughts carefully away from what she suspected might happen to her before the night was through, or she would have thrown up there and then, despite her best efforts to keep her terror under control.

Wormtail dragged her towards the door at the end of the corridor, while she tried her hardest to talk herself into a measure of authority over her gibbering emotions. Stand up straight, courage. You’re a Gryffindor. You’ve been in bad situations before and always got out. Don’t shame yourself and give them what they want to see, they will humiliate you enough without you adding to it. Damn, what I would give for my wand. She took a last hurried breath and pushed her feelings into the tightest ball she could as they stepped through the doorway.

She stepped out into a large room, elegantly furnished, though, like darkly lit and dreary. What is it with these people? Just because they’re bad doesn’t mean they all have to like their houses cold, dark and furnished in grey and black. The thought made her lips quirk slightly before her attention was captured by the number of people standing in small groups scattered around the room. Slowly, as more of them spotted her and her escort, the quiet murmuring around the room faded into silence.

Wormtail released his grip and motioned with his wand across the room. She decided to take the initiative and stepped in front of him, walking slowly, with her head held up across the room, to where she could see the back of Lucius Malfoy, standing next to another figure in dark robes. She was someone who thrived on control. The situation was out of her hands, but at least she had some authority over how she would meet the terror awaiting her. As she passed the other groups of Death-Eaters the few women flicked their robes away from her in disgust, while the men leered at the side of her dirty body on display.

Nearing her destination, she realised with a start that there was another figure, hidden behind Lucius and the other man. Voldemort. Her stomach clenched again, and she almost swayed on her feet. The blonde Death-Eater finally noticed her arrival and turned to meet her with a twist of his lips, but she only had eyes for the snake behind him.

“Aahhhh, Potter’s mudblood friend, come to join the fun.” The Death-Eaters standing close enough to hear chortled softly. “Ooh, but what a brave little Griffindor, looking her betters in the eyes. Shall we teach her the proper way to greet her Lord?” Without waiting for an answer he waved his wand and hissed. At once, Hermione’s felt invisible ropes wrap around her limbs and body. She was dragged down to her knees, her torso pulled backwards and her head back as far as it could go, while her arms were pulled out to the sides so hard she felt her muscles creak.

A ripple of laughter spread through the room, and Hermione’s eyes filled with tears at the searing pain in her muscles. “Now that you have been show the correct way to present yourself, we can decide what to do with you. After we determine the whereabouts of Harry Potter, of course.”

“Shit! Shit! Shit! panicked Hermione. What if he looks in your mind. You have no chance of keeping him out. Voldemort loomed over her, and with bone-deep terror she realised that he was about to do exactly that. A narrowing of his snake-like eyes was all the warning she got before her head exploded with pain.

Flashes of times she had spent with Harry raced by: the boys and her, laughing over some lame joke of Ron’s in the common room; Harry and Ron stuffing themselves at a feast, while she surreptitiously tried to read a book while joining in the conversation just enough for them not to notice and tease her; relaxing together and discussing classes for the next year in her bedroom in Grimauld Place.

Not what he wanted. The images flickered faster: Snape smacking Harry over the head with a thick book in a potions class; Harry with his face scrunched up in pain as he told them he was leaving to rescue Sirius at the Ministry; his face covered with tears as he described Snape killing Dumblebore.

She heard a snarl from Voldemort as he pressed himself in further, still unable to find what he was looking for. Memories flashed through her consciousness so fast she could barely see them, as he invaded every corner of her mind. She became aware of both sounds at the same time; a loud screaming sound almost drowning out a growing shout of frustration. Harry, Harry, HARRY, HAARRRRYY! At the same moment she realised the scream was coming from her own lips, she hit an invisible wall in her mind. Both herself and Voldemort slammed into it with numbing force, and her mind folded in on itself and everything faded to white.

She came to a while later. As she floated back up to consciousness she tried her best to stay still and not to groan at the pain lacing through her head. As soon as the world had stopped spinning she cracked her eyes open to try and determine where she was.

She seemed to be lying curled up on a table, in an unfamiliar room. There was whispering coming from the far end of the rooms, above her head. Voldemort, she realised. She would never be able to forget that snake-like hiss. Whatever was being discussed, he did not sound happy. Hermione suddenly jerked at a familiar name… "Severusss…” With dismay she recalled the dark man who had been standing next to Lucius Malfoy. She hadn’t glanced at him, her eyes had been fixed on Voldemort, but she knew now that it was him. Despite her hatred of him, she shook with the shame at the thought of being seen, trussed up and naked, by the man who had ridiculed her talent and sneered at her capabilities continually for the past six years.

His smooth tone pierced the quiet of the room, and she strained to hear him.

“My Lord, her mind has obviously been tampered with recently, I assume to hide whatever information she possesses that may help us to find and destroy Potter. If my Lord agrees, I would suggest that…” his voice lowered and Hermione could no longer make his words out.

“Yessss, Serverusss, your plan pleases me. I will allow you to take her. I will inform you to bring when to bring her back here, and you will keep me informed of your progress. Make sure you teach her how to behave, and see to it that she is punished for any misdeeds appropriately. If you do not deal with her properly I will have to turn her over to Lucius. His appetites are insatiable and he has been begging me to break the mudblood bitch in.”

“I assure you, my Lord, I will make sure she does not enjoy her time with me. That insufferable know-it-all brat has plagued my life for six long years and I look forward to spending some more time with her now that I am allowed to instruct her…properly.”

There was a rustle of robes as the two wizards drew closer to her. Hermione tensed, waiting for something to happen.

��Ahh,” Voldemort whispered, “I see our little mudblood is awake and listening avidly to our conversation. It looks like she is in need of her next lesson. ‘Crucio’!”

**End Flashback**

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