Judar Scenarios and One Shots

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Summary:

anonymous asked:

Heya ^-^ I'm feeling angsty right now, would you write a scenario about Judar finding his s/o after they were kidnapped? He's freaking out and dealing with the kidnappers but his s/o is a bit traumatized and shys away from him after that. And fluffy ending would be nice too! Thanks a lot~ hope you have/ had a nice day!

Rating - Mature, mentions of abuse / kidnapping / gruesome details

Out of breath and panting, Judar came to a stop in front of a thick locked door, only darkness visible from the small, barred window. Behind his rapid heart beat, he could hear the shuffling of bodies, clinking of chains, and sobs of despair. Down the hallway, cries of pain and anger resonated in his mind as well, but those sounds were nothing to him. He had caused it, after all, tearing through this building and attacking anyone who dared to get in his way. Some he had been in too much of a rush to actually kill, and that included the most recent ones not too far from him.

Finally reaching his destination, skin coated in a cold sweat from exertion, anger and worry, he found himself at a loss for what to do next. In his rush, he had forgotten to find a key to open this door. He didn't have the time or patience to go searching, so with a blast of powerful magic, he destroyed the lock on the door. His borg blocking flying metal, he watched as the heavy door creaked open, all sounds from inside falling silent after the echoes of shocked screams. Wary, he pushed the door open with his foot, trying to see inside. The light from the hallway did little to illuminate the dark room, though he did notice scurrying figures fleeing the light.

Using a simple magic to create a light at the end of his wand, he slowly began to walk inside, his stomach clenching immediately at the smell. He brought his free hand up to cover his nose, eyes squinting at the putrid stench of human filth. More rage bubbled inside of him at the thought that this is where those men tossed his lover, as if they were nothing but trash. It had been weeks since his lover was captured, and it was nearly impossible for Judar to track them down. Captured by slave traders, it was an underground system that was fiercely protected. Judar, however, found that he was quite persuasive with unorthodox methods of obtaining information.

The grime beneath his feet made him nauseous, and he could only imagine what it was made up of. Blood, vomit and other bodily fluids, he was sure, but he tried to keep that from his mind. Moving the wand around his body slowly, he increased the intensity of the light, needing to see better. The room was much larger than he expected, and he was actually shocked at the amount of emaciated human bodies huddled against the walls in fear. Not just against the walls, but also against each other, hiding in groups as if to protect themselves from some horrible threat. Judar was a threat, to be sure, but not to any of these poor people. Though it was horrible conditions, he could care less about them, only wishing to find his lover in the filth.

Unable to see them at first as he roamed the room, stepping over piles of who knows what and puddles of discolored liquid, he began to call out their name. Softly at first, but with no reactions except for terrified gasps and quick motions of scurrying away, he began to grow concerned. Had he picked the wrong room? Had he been told wrong information? These fears made him call out louder, moving quicker through the room.

Suddenly, he noticed them, sitting alone, pressed up against the wall with their back to him. At first, he could barely tell it was them, their hair a mess and disheveled. He could only tell by the fact that they were still in the clothing that they disappeared in, and he remembered that day vividly. Making his way over, Judar called out their name again softly, feeling his heart sink at the way they flinched away from his voice. Obviously terrified, they held up their trembling hands in submission, slowly turning until they were facing him. Never once looking up, they bowed down low to the floor, their body heaving with terrified sobs. They kept their arms up, as if to protect themselves from abuse.

"Please I- I haven't done... I didn't do- I did nothing wrong!"

It truly was a pathetic sight, and Judar felt as if someone had ripped out his stomach. He couldn't believe the lowly state they were in, on top of the fact that they didn't even recognize his voice. Slowly, he knelt down in front of them, placing his still illuminated wand on the filthy floor. "Sit up."

They winced away from his voice, slowly raising their body until they were sitting up. They kept their head turned away, eyes averted in fear. "P-please don't hurt me anymore, I did nothing-"

"No one is going to hurt you anymore." Judar spoke softly, slowly reaching his hand out. Their arms still hovering in front of them in defence, he took hold of their frail hand gently, though they immediately jumped at his touch. Slowly, realization began to come over their features, and they slowly turned their gaze to him. The urge to snatch them and run out of there was almost unbearable, but Judar waited, knowing that would only terrify them more. They stared at him with dull eyes, as if they couldn't recognize them.

Reaching his other hand forward, Judar placed it gently on their cheek, though they flinched away from his touch at first and looked at his hand with a fearful glance. Usually, Judar's hands were cold, but his lovers skin felt like ice. He gripped their hand tighter, trying to get them out of their stupor. "It's me. I'm here to take you home." Eyes widening at his words and body beginning to tremble, they returned the grip on his hand. "J-judar?"

Before Judar could even react, they flung themselves at him, sobbing as they latched onto him tightly. Though they were filthy, Judar wrapped his arms around them, stroking the back of their head reassuringly.

"I'm here, now. No one is ever going to hurt you again."