#refas

[eugladossae]

The Vulcan siblings from my fic! (Though the twins in SF uniform are also half Romulan)

[imagine-nation20]

Refas

Morgana X Reader

Warning: mentions of torture and death

Summary: while on a trip to gain more allies, you are attacked by a anti-Magic group, and tortured.

(Refas is really just Safer backwards. Ignore me, I am horrible with titles.)

REQUESTED BY A LOVELY ANON! Sorry it too so long, I got caught up with some personal stuff and didn’t have time to finish it.

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    It was supposed to be a simple trip. Into one of the nearby kingdoms, try to get them to join Morgana’s cause, and leave. Simple, easy, quick. No longer than three days max, and yet here you were. Tied up, thrown into a smelly cellar, and left to rot.

    “Could be worse, (Y/N)...” You spoke softly to yourself, looking around the room. The latch on the door was locked, but you doubted that would hold up against a small unlocking spell. You moved your feet under you, going to stand as the door opened. The lock clicked and one of the five bandits that kidnapped you walked in. He wore the same dark clothes, but his mask that hid his face was gone.

    “You’re gonna regret ever joining the evil hag Morgana.” He spoke lowly, his voice never wavering. A gnarly scar was stretched across his face, looking like three claw marks.

    “No, you are gonna regret kidnapping me. SHALS EROM!” The man stayed still, not moving as the air cracked with magic, but slowly faded instead of doing anything. You backed up, your eyes going wide.

    “Like it? A little charm we picked up, keeps you filthy magic users from getting any ideas. Now, for that little stunt you tried to pull, we’ll take extra special care of you.” He stepped towards you, bringing a set of shackles with him. You backed further away from your impending doom, but a wall blocked any escape. You cursed every brick that stood between you and freedom, before he knocked you across the head and you blacked out.

     You don’t know how long you were out, but you came too with a searing pain in your head and legs. A scream ripped through your throat. You looked down, bleary-eyed, and seeing a knife stuck into your calf. Blood oozed and dripped down, staining your pants red. The man stood at the other end of the room, a table of tools resting in front of him.

    “You know, when I heard the bitch Morgana had a pet, I was ecstatic. Finally, something to use as leverage on her. Now I see why she kept you, you are quite...” He walked closer, a knife, much larger than the one stuck in you leg, clutched in his calloused hand. He reached you, pressing the blade to your cheek as he spoke slowly. “Extraordinary. To bad that must be ruined.” 

     He pulled his arm back, readying it to stab into your shoulder, before a loud bang interrupted his movements. Shouting resounded from outside, men screaming in fear, agony, and anger. The man looked back to you, opting to drop his arm and go to the doors. His boots pounded on the ground, making your head hurt more. Before he even reached the handle, the doors burst open, a gust of air hitting him and sending him flying back into the opposite wall. You sat, eyes wide as Morgana strolled in.

     “Ah, there you are Darling, are you alright?” Tears streamed down you face as you glanced down to the knife in your leg. Looking back to Morgana, she looked to the knife, her eyes darkening. Without looking away from you, she muttered and sent the man flying out the window and onto the ground hundreds of feet below. His screams echoed before abruptly stopping at a sickening crunch. Morgana rushed to where you were tied to the wooden chair. waving to untie the bonds and pulling you into her arms.

     Tears spilled from your eyes as she removed the blade from your leg and pressed her hand over the wound. She shushed your sobs, running a hand through your hair. a spell left her lips and the pain subsided. Your head was buried in her shoulder, the fear left from the torture still very present.

     “Let us go home, and I’ll spend a whole day with you. Whatever it is you wish to do, we will do.” She whispered softly, coaxing you up from the floor and guiding you out of the room. Even with the residual fear, you knew that Morgana cared, and would never let anything bad happen to you ever again. You were safer with her.