Velvet
Author: NYWCgirl
Fandom: Macgyver 2016
Pairing: none
Characters: Angus Macgyver, Jack Dalton, Murdoc
Warning/genre: Magical creatures AU, deer people, Hurt/comfort, non-consensual touching, body modification (not as bad as it sounds), emotional trauma, non-consensual drug use, restraints, muzzles
Spoilers: none
Rating: Gen
Author's Notes: This fic fills the ‘loss of a treasured possession’ square on my H/C Bingo card. It is inspired by the drawings of trytofocus on tumblr.
Velvet antler is the whole cartilaginous antler in a precalcified growth stage of the cervidae family. Velvet antler is covered in a hairy, velvet-like ‘skin’ known as ‘velvet’.
Word Count: ~ 1590
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine…
Summary: Mac has always been proud of his antlers. They aren´t big and impressive like some stags, but they are ivory white. He is warned by the elders that that makes them a wanted trophy for human hunters.
This fic can be found on AO3
Mac stops looking for berries, he is not sure what caught his attention, but it alarms him. He quietly backs off when the smell hits him, humans. He needs to get away. He quietly makes back tracks, but it turns out to be a trap and as soon as he realizes that, he starts running. A dart hits him in his hindquarters. The adrenaline makes it possible to run, but eventually whatever was in the dart starts working and he slows down to the point where he needs to stop and wavers in place. He can tell the hunters are closing in and he does his best to defend himself, but to no avail. The hunters back off, waiting for him to lose consciousness.
* * *
Murdoc can hear the jeeps driving up to the main house. He can´t wait to see if they were successful. When Burt, his main hunter enters with the fawn his eyes widen. They hit the jackpot.
‘You did extremely well, Burt.’
He admires the boy, he isn´t really a competing male, by the looks of the antlers, there is no damage to them. And they are ivory white, a rare find. The boy is still somewhere between the stage of a fawn and a buck. The boy’s antlers will fetch good money.
‘Murdoc, I think we should renegotiate our agreement, since the boys is worth more than you said.’
‘Sure, no problem. Put him in one of the cells and come back, we can discuss your finder’s fee.’
‘Sure boss.’
Burt walks out with the limp body. Murdoc takes a silencer from his desk, slowly screwing it on his gun. He walks out to the jeeps and kills off Burt´s crew. Without hesitation, he quickly goes back to his desk where he waits for Burt. The moment the man enters, he kills him. He never intended to keep the crew alive once he had the fawn. He had heard the rumors of a fawn with blond hair and white antlers, and here he is. He quickly walks over to the cell where Burt dropped the boy off. He is still out, so he quickly fastens a steel collar around the boys neck. The collar is fastened with a chain to the wall, so even if he left the door open, he can´t leave the cell.
Once the boy is secured, he lets his fingers trail over the velvet, it feels so soft and it gives him shivers. Too bad they will have to go. Velvet antlers are worth even more.
* * *
When Mac regains consciousness it isn´t gradually. His eyes snap open When he smells something that alarms him to his core. He tries to move, but he is fastened in a stockade.
A male voice laughs, ‘I´m sorry to wake you up so brutally, but I couldn´t have you suffocating in those restraints, could I?’
‘What do you want?’
‘Your antlers… they’re…’ the man lets his fingers trail over Mac´s antlers.
A shiver runs through Mac.
‘Oh, I didn´t know they are that sensitive.’
The man gives his right antler a kiss and Mac tries to pull away, making the stockade rattle, but it doesn´t budge. The man only laughs, stepping away.
‘Oh little one, you really are pretty.’
With that , the man leaves and Mac is only. He tries the stockade again, but it is just too sturdy, he is never going to get free from it without help.
Suddenly the man is back.
‘Apologies, We were never introduced, my name is Murdoc.’
Mac ignores him. He is not going to get social with his kidnapper.
‘So, are you going to tell me your name or do I need to do this the hard way?’
Mac looks down, totally ignoring Murdoc.
‘Oh well, more fun for me.’
The moment Mac sees what the man has in his hands, he swallows.
‘Yeah, which bone saw shall I use, the small one or the large one? The choice, the choice… I think I will use the small one, it is so much more intimate.’
‘No, please, don´t, please.’ Mac begs, his antlers shed every year, but he has heard stories that cutting antlers off can be life threatening. When Murdoc picks up the saw, Mac´s eyes widen. He starts to struggle in earnest now, but his head is safely secured. The wood creaks under his struggles but he can´t get out. Maybe if he struggles enough, Murdoc can´t cut.
‘Hold still little fawn, I don´t want to accidentally cut you with the saw, well not accidentally.’
He keeps resisting and Murdoc must be fed up, because suddenly a damp cloth is held against his face, he tries to hold his breath, but he already inhaled enough to leave him woozy. His legs turn wobbly and he stills as he tries to make sense of what is happening through the drugged haze.
Murdoc immediately uses the moment to start sawing. Mac bites back a scream and starts struggling again so Murdoc grabs the antler and continues.
When the first antler comes off, Mac startles and stills completely. Blood keeps dripping from the stump and the coppery scent fills the room making him gag.
Murdoc admires the antler a moment, turning it in his hands. He puts it down, returning with the saw. Within minutes, the other antler is also gone. Murdoc leaves the room, only to return with a set of restrains. The pain in his skull is overwhelming. Murdoc, quickly ties a leather muzzle over Mac´s mouth and fastens it. He has to breathe through his nose, making him gag even more over the smell of his own blood. He knows he can´t vomit, because he will suffocate, so he does his best to keep his nausea under control.
Once the stockade is loosened, Mac gets upright, but the head rush, make shim stagger. Murdoc keeps him upright by the collar. When he lets go, Mac trips and goes down hard. Murdoc takes the stockade and takes it away, so the cell is bare once again.
When the door closes behind him, Mac crawls towards the back wall and huddles against it. The pain is like nothing he has felt before. When blood runs in his eyes, he realizes it hasn´t stop bleeding. He closes his eyes when a wave of dizziness hits him. The cell is cold and damp and he shivers. He takes deep breaths, well as deep as the muzzle allows, and he opens his eyes again. He scans the cell, but it really is completely empty.
* * *
Murdoc lets his hands trail over the antlers. He sighs, it hurts him to have to part with them, but they will fetch him good money and he still has the boy. His antlers will grow in again and he will be able to harvest them again and again and again…
He wraps them in a wet cloth and bubble wrap before putting them in a box. He drives to a drop point where a woman is waiting for him.
‘You know what to do, right?’ he hands the box to the courier. The woman nods, accepting the box and handing over a bag with the money. He doesn´t check it, his buyers know not to mess with him.
He gets back inside the car and drives back.
* * *
Jack and Desi enter the building. The op went without a hitch, unfortunately, Desi had to kill the courier. Oh well, they have the goods. Once in the office, Jack opens the box and has a look inside. He lets out a surprised sound and Desi turns towards him.
‘What’s wrong?’
‘I don´t know, normally the organs are wrapped like this.’ He takes out the bubble wrap, unwrapping it.
His fingers tremble when he extends his hand to touch the antler. This is so wrong, he already regrets that Desi killed the woman.
‘Is that what I think it is?’
‘Yeah.’
Jack re-wraps them and walks to the lab.
‘Bozer, can you check for me if these were harvested from a living individual?’
Bozer looks shocked when he sees what Jack means but excepts the box with evidence, carefully unwrapping the antlers. He studies them meticulously.
‘The fawn was still alive when these were cut off. It must have been a very traumatic experience, especially to such a young one.’
‘How old?’
‘There is not much known about deer people, but best guess, this is his second or third growing in, he is not a buck yet. In human years, I would say around twenty five? The antlers look…’
‘Very expensive.’ Desi offers emotionless.
‘I have never seen such coloring.’
‘No, as far as I can tell, you are looking for a blond.’
‘Blond?
‘Yeah, see the hair that is stuck in the blood? It’s blond.’
‘Do you know how rare they are?’
‘Yeah, I do.’
Jack takes a deep breath, so these organ smugglers have no expanded their business.
‘Can you preserve them for me. The boy may want them back.’
‘Sure.’
Jack walks back to the war room. Matty is working on her laptop.
‘How can I help you Dalton?’
‘During the takedown, we confiscated a pair of white velvet antlers.’
‘White?’ Matty looks up.
‘I only now one person who would have the skill set and scrupulous.’
‘Yeah, that is what I was thinking.’
‘Well, what are you waiting for? Go find the boy.’
Fandom: Macgyver 2016
Pairing: none
Characters: Angus Macgyver, Jack Dalton, Murdoc
Warning/genre: Magical creatures AU, deer people, Hurt/comfort, non-consensual touching, body modification (not as bad as it sounds), emotional trauma, non-consensual drug use, restraints, muzzles
Spoilers: none
Rating: Gen
Author's Notes: This fic fills the ‘loss of a treasured possession’ square on my H/C Bingo card. It is inspired by the drawings of trytofocus on tumblr.
Velvet antler is the whole cartilaginous antler in a precalcified growth stage of the cervidae family. Velvet antler is covered in a hairy, velvet-like ‘skin’ known as ‘velvet’.
Word Count: ~ 1590
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine…
Summary: Mac has always been proud of his antlers. They aren´t big and impressive like some stags, but they are ivory white. He is warned by the elders that that makes them a wanted trophy for human hunters.
This fic can be found on AO3
Mac stops looking for berries, he is not sure what caught his attention, but it alarms him. He quietly backs off when the smell hits him, humans. He needs to get away. He quietly makes back tracks, but it turns out to be a trap and as soon as he realizes that, he starts running. A dart hits him in his hindquarters. The adrenaline makes it possible to run, but eventually whatever was in the dart starts working and he slows down to the point where he needs to stop and wavers in place. He can tell the hunters are closing in and he does his best to defend himself, but to no avail. The hunters back off, waiting for him to lose consciousness.
* * *
Murdoc can hear the jeeps driving up to the main house. He can´t wait to see if they were successful. When Burt, his main hunter enters with the fawn his eyes widen. They hit the jackpot.
‘You did extremely well, Burt.’
He admires the boy, he isn´t really a competing male, by the looks of the antlers, there is no damage to them. And they are ivory white, a rare find. The boy is still somewhere between the stage of a fawn and a buck. The boy’s antlers will fetch good money.
‘Murdoc, I think we should renegotiate our agreement, since the boys is worth more than you said.’
‘Sure, no problem. Put him in one of the cells and come back, we can discuss your finder’s fee.’
‘Sure boss.’
Burt walks out with the limp body. Murdoc takes a silencer from his desk, slowly screwing it on his gun. He walks out to the jeeps and kills off Burt´s crew. Without hesitation, he quickly goes back to his desk where he waits for Burt. The moment the man enters, he kills him. He never intended to keep the crew alive once he had the fawn. He had heard the rumors of a fawn with blond hair and white antlers, and here he is. He quickly walks over to the cell where Burt dropped the boy off. He is still out, so he quickly fastens a steel collar around the boys neck. The collar is fastened with a chain to the wall, so even if he left the door open, he can´t leave the cell.
Once the boy is secured, he lets his fingers trail over the velvet, it feels so soft and it gives him shivers. Too bad they will have to go. Velvet antlers are worth even more.
* * *
When Mac regains consciousness it isn´t gradually. His eyes snap open When he smells something that alarms him to his core. He tries to move, but he is fastened in a stockade.
A male voice laughs, ‘I´m sorry to wake you up so brutally, but I couldn´t have you suffocating in those restraints, could I?’
‘What do you want?’
‘Your antlers… they’re…’ the man lets his fingers trail over Mac´s antlers.
A shiver runs through Mac.
‘Oh, I didn´t know they are that sensitive.’
The man gives his right antler a kiss and Mac tries to pull away, making the stockade rattle, but it doesn´t budge. The man only laughs, stepping away.
‘Oh little one, you really are pretty.’
With that , the man leaves and Mac is only. He tries the stockade again, but it is just too sturdy, he is never going to get free from it without help.
Suddenly the man is back.
‘Apologies, We were never introduced, my name is Murdoc.’
Mac ignores him. He is not going to get social with his kidnapper.
‘So, are you going to tell me your name or do I need to do this the hard way?’
Mac looks down, totally ignoring Murdoc.
‘Oh well, more fun for me.’
The moment Mac sees what the man has in his hands, he swallows.
‘Yeah, which bone saw shall I use, the small one or the large one? The choice, the choice… I think I will use the small one, it is so much more intimate.’
‘No, please, don´t, please.’ Mac begs, his antlers shed every year, but he has heard stories that cutting antlers off can be life threatening. When Murdoc picks up the saw, Mac´s eyes widen. He starts to struggle in earnest now, but his head is safely secured. The wood creaks under his struggles but he can´t get out. Maybe if he struggles enough, Murdoc can´t cut.
‘Hold still little fawn, I don´t want to accidentally cut you with the saw, well not accidentally.’
He keeps resisting and Murdoc must be fed up, because suddenly a damp cloth is held against his face, he tries to hold his breath, but he already inhaled enough to leave him woozy. His legs turn wobbly and he stills as he tries to make sense of what is happening through the drugged haze.
Murdoc immediately uses the moment to start sawing. Mac bites back a scream and starts struggling again so Murdoc grabs the antler and continues.
When the first antler comes off, Mac startles and stills completely. Blood keeps dripping from the stump and the coppery scent fills the room making him gag.
Murdoc admires the antler a moment, turning it in his hands. He puts it down, returning with the saw. Within minutes, the other antler is also gone. Murdoc leaves the room, only to return with a set of restrains. The pain in his skull is overwhelming. Murdoc, quickly ties a leather muzzle over Mac´s mouth and fastens it. He has to breathe through his nose, making him gag even more over the smell of his own blood. He knows he can´t vomit, because he will suffocate, so he does his best to keep his nausea under control.
Once the stockade is loosened, Mac gets upright, but the head rush, make shim stagger. Murdoc keeps him upright by the collar. When he lets go, Mac trips and goes down hard. Murdoc takes the stockade and takes it away, so the cell is bare once again.
When the door closes behind him, Mac crawls towards the back wall and huddles against it. The pain is like nothing he has felt before. When blood runs in his eyes, he realizes it hasn´t stop bleeding. He closes his eyes when a wave of dizziness hits him. The cell is cold and damp and he shivers. He takes deep breaths, well as deep as the muzzle allows, and he opens his eyes again. He scans the cell, but it really is completely empty.
* * *
Murdoc lets his hands trail over the antlers. He sighs, it hurts him to have to part with them, but they will fetch him good money and he still has the boy. His antlers will grow in again and he will be able to harvest them again and again and again…
He wraps them in a wet cloth and bubble wrap before putting them in a box. He drives to a drop point where a woman is waiting for him.
‘You know what to do, right?’ he hands the box to the courier. The woman nods, accepting the box and handing over a bag with the money. He doesn´t check it, his buyers know not to mess with him.
He gets back inside the car and drives back.
* * *
Jack and Desi enter the building. The op went without a hitch, unfortunately, Desi had to kill the courier. Oh well, they have the goods. Once in the office, Jack opens the box and has a look inside. He lets out a surprised sound and Desi turns towards him.
‘What’s wrong?’
‘I don´t know, normally the organs are wrapped like this.’ He takes out the bubble wrap, unwrapping it.
His fingers tremble when he extends his hand to touch the antler. This is so wrong, he already regrets that Desi killed the woman.
‘Is that what I think it is?’
‘Yeah.’
Jack re-wraps them and walks to the lab.
‘Bozer, can you check for me if these were harvested from a living individual?’
Bozer looks shocked when he sees what Jack means but excepts the box with evidence, carefully unwrapping the antlers. He studies them meticulously.
‘The fawn was still alive when these were cut off. It must have been a very traumatic experience, especially to such a young one.’
‘How old?’
‘There is not much known about deer people, but best guess, this is his second or third growing in, he is not a buck yet. In human years, I would say around twenty five? The antlers look…’
‘Very expensive.’ Desi offers emotionless.
‘I have never seen such coloring.’
‘No, as far as I can tell, you are looking for a blond.’
‘Blond?
‘Yeah, see the hair that is stuck in the blood? It’s blond.’
‘Do you know how rare they are?’
‘Yeah, I do.’
Jack takes a deep breath, so these organ smugglers have no expanded their business.
‘Can you preserve them for me. The boy may want them back.’
‘Sure.’
Jack walks back to the war room. Matty is working on her laptop.
‘How can I help you Dalton?’
‘During the takedown, we confiscated a pair of white velvet antlers.’
‘White?’ Matty looks up.
‘I only now one person who would have the skill set and scrupulous.’
‘Yeah, that is what I was thinking.’
‘Well, what are you waiting for? Go find the boy.’