Fic a Day 2
On to my second challenge fic which is getting a complete rewrite cause I didn't quite like what I wrote for the challenge.
Title: Desperate Delusions (Part One)
Fandom: Merlin
Verse: None
Warnings: None as of yet, though part two will have much the same warnings as the first challenge fic.
Word Count: 510
Summary: Challenge #2: Kink Grab Bag
Status: Incomplete - Rewrite - Original #37
“I think we should play with him before we send him running home to his master.”
Morgause leveled an appraising look on her puppet King, smiling softly. She already had what she wanted, his entire army was her to command in every way she saw fit, no more cowardly retreats, but it was ideas like this that made his insolence tolerable for a little while more.
“No,” she finally answered, knowing the gleam in her expression promised a better torment for the knight they had captured. “We’ll let him think his master has come for him instead.” Cenred was sharing her wicked glee as she turned to him, the words of a spell already on her lips.
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They drugged him, he could feel it with every lurch of the room. He couldn’t focus no matter how hard he tried and his head had somehow become an anvil without his permission. Faces swam in and out of the light when he was awake, dead men haunted his dreams while he slept, or perhaps it was the other way around. Somewhere was the constant sound of creatures lurking just out of notice. For a long time Leon wasn’t sure whether he was alive or dead himself, and try as he might to deny it he feared he would never be removed from this Hell.
The second he woke up and realised he could focus on the ceiling he wept, though his head never stopped ringing and he felt a gnawing emptiness in his belly. He slept again before he could call for help or even get his bearings, but if he did dream they were not the haunted fever dreams of before.
This time he woke to sunlight through an opened window, a bird singing in the distance, and the distinct sensations of being tied down to the lumpy cot he’d been sleeping on. Instantly he was on alert, twisted his wrists experimentally. The bonds were strong, but made of some kind of soft cloth instead of rope. His wrists felt raw, but not bloodied so he supposed that was a good thing at least. at his current strength he wasn’t sure he could get out of them. His ankles were in a similar condition.
Leon belatedly realised that he was nude, with only a roughspun blanket covering his dignity. He must have made some sound of distress because someone stirred in one of the corners behind him. He waited several tense seconds for the man to speak.
“You’re awake.” The voice was so bone-achingly familiar that Leon immediately craned his neck to try and see him, but the bonds tightened to prevent him from moving more than an inch. “Shh,” his prince continued, moving into view. “Try not to move, you’ll hurt yourself again.”
“Arthur?”
“Who else?”
“Where...”
“You’re safe, though you were thrashing around so much we thought you were done for good.” Arthur sat down next to him on the cot and Leon spared a moment to wonder why the prince himself was with him instead of Gaius.
TBC~
Title: Desperate Delusions (Part One)
Fandom: Merlin
Verse: None
Warnings: None as of yet, though part two will have much the same warnings as the first challenge fic.
Word Count: 510
Summary: Challenge #2: Kink Grab Bag
Status: Incomplete - Rewrite - Original #37
“I think we should play with him before we send him running home to his master.”
Morgause leveled an appraising look on her puppet King, smiling softly. She already had what she wanted, his entire army was her to command in every way she saw fit, no more cowardly retreats, but it was ideas like this that made his insolence tolerable for a little while more.
“No,” she finally answered, knowing the gleam in her expression promised a better torment for the knight they had captured. “We’ll let him think his master has come for him instead.” Cenred was sharing her wicked glee as she turned to him, the words of a spell already on her lips.
----
They drugged him, he could feel it with every lurch of the room. He couldn’t focus no matter how hard he tried and his head had somehow become an anvil without his permission. Faces swam in and out of the light when he was awake, dead men haunted his dreams while he slept, or perhaps it was the other way around. Somewhere was the constant sound of creatures lurking just out of notice. For a long time Leon wasn’t sure whether he was alive or dead himself, and try as he might to deny it he feared he would never be removed from this Hell.
The second he woke up and realised he could focus on the ceiling he wept, though his head never stopped ringing and he felt a gnawing emptiness in his belly. He slept again before he could call for help or even get his bearings, but if he did dream they were not the haunted fever dreams of before.
This time he woke to sunlight through an opened window, a bird singing in the distance, and the distinct sensations of being tied down to the lumpy cot he’d been sleeping on. Instantly he was on alert, twisted his wrists experimentally. The bonds were strong, but made of some kind of soft cloth instead of rope. His wrists felt raw, but not bloodied so he supposed that was a good thing at least. at his current strength he wasn’t sure he could get out of them. His ankles were in a similar condition.
Leon belatedly realised that he was nude, with only a roughspun blanket covering his dignity. He must have made some sound of distress because someone stirred in one of the corners behind him. He waited several tense seconds for the man to speak.
“You’re awake.” The voice was so bone-achingly familiar that Leon immediately craned his neck to try and see him, but the bonds tightened to prevent him from moving more than an inch. “Shh,” his prince continued, moving into view. “Try not to move, you’ll hurt yourself again.”
“Arthur?”
“Who else?”
“Where...”
“You’re safe, though you were thrashing around so much we thought you were done for good.” Arthur sat down next to him on the cot and Leon spared a moment to wonder why the prince himself was with him instead of Gaius.
TBC~