'X' Marks Your Heart

'X' Marks Your Heart

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication ven., juil. 13, 2018
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Disclaimer: I own nothing except the OC, Night-Prowler. Everything else belongs to Bethesda. Gay fanfiction and I MIGHT add smut. Don't say I didn't warn you. It was inevitable. Of course someone would find out Night-Prowler was a murderer. But he hadn't expected them. He had anticipated a city guard, Stormhold mercenaries, even his own parents. Yet it was the Dark Brotherhood who found him first. He didn't know how, but they knew. Night-Prowler didn't actually mind being an assassin. The job felt way too easy. The bonuses were plentiful and the group was oddly wholesome for what was basically a group of killers. It was a family Night-Prowler wished he had. And yet he couldn't take his eyes off of one his brothers: A Shadowscale marksman in the hearth of the Cheydinhal Sanctuary. He kept staring at this one man. Such a mere act felt so utterly sinful- and Night-Prowler liked it.
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