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Thread: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, and the Cult of Death {darkest_fate&Grimmdark}

He was doing his best to keep in line with her, she was just the worst person that he could ever talk to her. She went through hell and back to death the dark lord and even at his house as he watched her beg for her life at one point. The torture from his aunt was just nonsense as he wanted her to stop, but feared that he would be nice. He blinked at the mention of the word, she was using it for herself. Draco tried to talk to her, but he couldn't find the words, she was well right in a sense. He just didn't expect her to use those words! It was just pissing him off as he wanted nothing to do with her. Reminding himself that he was doing this for his mother and the safety of his family with a calm expression on his face. He wasn't going to talk back to her comment trying to keep his composure. Another book would fall to the floor as she tried to tell him off, what was he going to do with her? It came to mind that he wanted to yell at her, but this seemed more fun with her love for books. There just books, what do you think they can say? Nothing! Draco would taunt her again as she was just not going to shut up about his lack of knowledge. Then an idea came into his head as he would walk over to the food tray and grabbed the drink. Maybe I should just pour this all over the books to get us both in trouble, all that knowledge washed away. Draco would say as this was better then tormenting first year students, as she might not have much choice to save her books from the drink in his hand.
Thread: whatever happened to lee || bear & dere

RE Whatever Happened to Lee Bear DeRe There weren't many things Jasper cared about. The extent of his involvement with the world usually didn't go far beyond a short drive to the nearest town. As someone who despised people he was much happier alone with his tools and machines, growing grubby in a number of barns filled with automotive clutter. His farm was far removed from civilization, buried in a woody Tennessee valley filled with shadows. The occasional outsiders who did stumble into his private realm soon discovered that screams would go unheard and pleas for help unheeded. But cars were something he most definitely considered important. Despite the rural isolation he had amassed a modest collection of vintage autos, all carefully restored to roadworthy glory. One of his particular gems was a battered 1972 Ford Mustang. It had belonged to a couple of kids from the city who took the wrong turn several years ago and Jasper enjoyed showing it off on the few occasions he went hurtling through the neighbourhood. Somehow, through peculiar computer means that Jasper didn't understand, a wealthy buyer had learned of this particular car and had offered an astronomical sum for it. The money had been tempting, but Jasper was prepared to decline the deal until he learned it was coming from a woman. With this revelation he couldn't invite them out quickly enough. It turned out there were four of them, and the sleaze-soaked Jasper struggled to contain himself as he talked to them. He was forced to move a little further along than his usual laconic grunts, for despite the easy distraction of the women he was still suspicious at heart and sought some kind of surety in the deal. They seemed to understand this almost intuitively, and slyly agreed to leave one of their number behind as 'insurance', while they took the Mustang for an afternoon's drive through the foothills of the Great Smokies. The unwitting girl lay dozing in the afternoon fug, her long bronzed dancer's legs going all the way up to a tight-fitting cheerleader costume. Neatly trimmed, soft brown hair framed her sleeping face, a serene expression on her girlishly innocent features. She radiated a casual, youthful sexuality, as lithe and doe-eyed as a foal. The Mustang took off with a roar down the loose gravel road, its carefully groomed engine singing loudly. Jasper watched it disappear in the curling dust, then turned his gaze to his new prize. She had abruptly awoken, and with a bewildered look turned her chocolate-coloured eyes towards him. Jasper returned her nervous expression with a thin-lipped grin, the wicked smile splitting his unshaven face like a slim pink scar. Heh heh, he chortled softly in response to her trembling greeting. Looks like yer friends are going to be gone for a long while, missy, he drawled. His voice was nasal and harsh, like cans tied to a cat's tail clattering as it raced down the street. They said you were good company, so how 'bout we git to know each other a little better? He chortled again. You spit or swallow?
Thread: whatever happened to lee || bear & dere

RE Whatever Happened to Lee Bear DeRe The smile that spread on the man's lips looked more like a wound than anything a human should ever willingly make. She couldn't resist a soft shudder at the thought of what his breath must smell like. His body odor already drifted to her and she got the distinct smell of someone that didn't wash regularly and the own sharp tang of her fear. If things weren't bad enough, his demeanor was that of someone that had spent their entire life locked away in a closet and beaten with sticks on a daily basis.... Looking at the way that he acted, that was a good possibility. More shocking than looks were his words, which caught her so off guard that she sputtered over formality of a world where your cousin wasn't your only bed partner, I'm sorry -- what? She stammered the question out before things even registered and she was processing everything still as she pulled the cheerleader skirt of her outfit down further. she was suddenly very conscious of what she was wearing and just how much skin was showing. I-- Um... I think I'm going to... to take a walk? She said, though she didn't sound sure of it herself, because neither option sounded like a grand idea. On one hand, walking would mean she would put space between herself and this man, but on the ohter hand it would require turning her back on him and even the thought of that made her skin crawl with her primal instict to protect herself from predators. He was most certainly a predator. Yeah. I think... I need a walk. Excuse me? She said, avoiding eye contact with him now and got to her feet, starting to shift away from him in her best attempt to politely leave the conversation with someone that lacked... Everything that made someone human.
Thread: whatever happened to lee || bear & dere

RE Whatever Happened to Lee Bear DeRe The girl's mounting anxiety was a powerful aphrodisiac to Jasper. He inhaled deep as she nervously stuttered, the musk of her feminine fear filling his twitching nostrils. She had dark, chocolate-coloured eyes that darted about, appraising him while timidly avoiding his gaze. Together with her lithe figure and long legs she gave every impression of being a shivering young filly, just aching for whip and bridle. Jasper's chafed red lips split in a widening sneer as Lee stammered her excuses. He knew a gorgeous creature like this would want to put as much distance between himself and her as possible - even though the clueless little cunt had nowhere she could go. Nothing but tangled forests and dank unwholesome valleys around here, and even if she followed the long route back to town she was likely to meet things even worse than him. The girl was completely within his power, and Jasper felt the feeling rush to his head like a powerful whiskey. You ain't goin' nowhere, missy, he said, clasping a callused hand around one of her delicate ankles as she began to stand. He could see her expensive designer sneakers were now smeared in shit, and reflected for a vivid moment on how it symbolized Lee and her fate. Yanking hard on her leg he pulled her down to the ground, and dragged the struggling girl backwards a few feet. Her skirt rode up, revealing an immaculately toned dancer's ass encased in tight yellow panties. Jasper laughed, as if he was toying with a child. You wanna do this t'easy way or t'hard way, missy?
Thread: whatever happened to lee || bear & dere

RE Whatever Happened to Lee Bear DeRe God, he smelled worse up close than he looked from afar and that was shocking because he looked somewhere between dog feces and an oozing pus-filled wound. Her stomach was rolling with both the anxiety of being left alone with him and the rank smell of his unwashed body and god knows what else that clung to his skin. There was nothing more she needed to say and nothing that could have made her want to leave now more than she did already. Lee was too caught up in her own disgust at the man to realize the trap before she'd stepped quite eloquently into it, her body hitting the ground hard enough to knock the breath out of her chest in a harsh cough. Her head spun for a second but she felt the drag, her hands grabbing into the dirt but only managing to get them covered in the same refuse that was smeared across her expensive shoes. 'Shit,' She thought, ironically, clawing still into the dirt but coming up with no purchase. The ground was too soft to give her anything to grasp beyond handfuls of dirt. She was exposed and frightened, adrelaline running through her veins and making her heart pound against the inside of her chest. His question made her pause for just a moment, her hand clenching the fistful of dirt and feeling it squish between her fingers. He gave her two options. There was really only one. Fuck you! She slung the fistful of dirt at his face, her free leg kicking out at the wrist that held her other ankle, trying to weaken his grip enough that she would be able to scramble away into the relative freedom of running away from this sick, digusting psychopath.
Thread: whatever happened to lee || bear & dere

Jasper's giggle was a weird and unnatural noise coming from his cruel lips. There was something almost cartoonish about the squeaky sound that was profoundly unsettling, like the chitter of a night animal. He was immensely amused at the girl's struggles and petulant protests, and they more they continued the louder his goblin laugh became. When she threw the clod of dirt at him, it missed by a considerable margin, which delighted him all the more. Steeling his fingers tight around her ankle he began to pull up across the leafy turf towards the barn. You wigglin' like an eel, missy! he hooted. Save some of that energy for fuckin', now! You wanna do this the hard way, you sure as shit gonna get it the hard way! His wicked grin curdled into a sneer as he grabbed Lee's other leg, which was kicking uselessly in the air, and rolled her over onto her back. Chortling a low gurgle he held her ankles wide, spreading her tanned thighs and revealing her bright yellow panties. Then with a short but vicious fury he landed a hard kick right between her legs, delivering a vicious blow to the Lee's most tender of areas. How you like that, city girl? he spat. Bet with all the dick you've had you probably don't even feel it. He rolled her back over onto her chest, face down in the mud. Fuck it, I'ma goin' to do you right here, bitch. Jasper dropped down onto Lee's legs, pinning her down into the soft earth. Then he pulled a short homemade blade from its hiding spot in the heel of his boot. Seizing the elastic strap of Lee's panties he pulled them off with a loud snap, fully exposing the firm round mounds of her ass. With a quick slash he cut a shallow inch-long 'X' shape into one of her buttcheeks - barely scratching the skin, but enough to make it sting and bleed. You mine now missy, he hissed. I marked you, now I'm gonna fuck you.
Thread: whatever happened to lee || bear & dere

Freedom was a dream that she could graze but couldn't grasp. Her terror turned her bright plan into a soured idea. Adrenaline through her toss wide of the mark and her foot missed the connection. She was a scrambling creature of prey that had never been trapped before and certainly didn't know how to escape. She has heard somewhere that making an attacker see you as a person would make them less likely to hurt you. Please! Please! My name is L-- Her plea was cut off by his boot in her cunt, the wind rushing out of her in a grunt. The pain started as a stab that turned to painful and deep throb, her thighs tensing up as her legs tried to pull together. His knife was deft as he stripped her of her panties, her heart leaping up into her throat as her eyes watered with tears. She thought the worst thing he could do was fuck her, but she was wrong. The knife slid across her skin smoothly and she cried out, her plump cheek going tense as she felt it slide again. As her second scream died down, she gasped her breath in harshly, keeping every inch of her body taut as she tried to think. Please, my name is Lee. I'm nineteen. I have t-two sisters, Amanda and Julia. She was lying through her teeth but she needed something to say to make herself sound more of a person, I'm only nineteen, don't do this.
Thread: A United Front: randomname and LovelyDeadlyLadies

Entering through the Hunters Gate at Winterfell, Jaron Glover was escorted by a few dozen soldiers. The Lord of Deepwood Motte, his sister, and his mother rode horseback. Last month, Jarons father passed away. The last few years was riddled with friction with the Stark family. The former Lord Glover disavowed his allegiance from the Starks for a myriad of reasons none that good. Jaron always liked the family especially the oldest daughter, Sansa. They were close friends and even childhood sweethearts until politics forced them away. When Jaron found out it was proposed that he marry Sansa, the male agreed. Besides, the North needed a united front. The Glover convoy just traveled through the Wolfswood from Deepwood Motte. It was a short trip and it was noon. It was getting colder despite the sun burning bright. The wedding would take place this evening. His outfit was already prepared and measurements were already taken. At the gates, Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn Stark greeted Jaron and his family. Usually, the wedding took place at the location where the Lord and Lady would reside. However, a Stark would probably always marry at Winterfell in Jarons lifetime. He had no issue with this as he loved being here in Winterfell. Once entering the gates and seeing her parents, Jaron looked for Sansa as well, hoping she was as eager for this as he was.
Thread: A United Front: randomname and LovelyDeadlyLadies

It had been five years since Sansa Stark last saw Jaron Glover. The young women knew this because the memory of their last meeting constantly played in her mind. Jaron Glover had been Sansa's chi,d hood sweet heart though he was five years older than she was. The last time they saw each other was at Winterfell, Sansa was just becoming a young woman at thirteen and Jaron was already a handsome young man. The reason the memory of their last meeting was so clear in her mind was because it was the first time Sansa had been kissed, and Jaron was the one who kissed her. It was only about an hour or two before he left with his father and Sansa had been walking along the halls of Winterfell when she was pulled by her arm into a little alcove and before she knew it his lips were on hers. Sansa remembered the kiss fondly. His lips had been warm and sweet and she remembered his stubble of a beard tickling and scratching her skin. She had never let anyone else kiss her since then. When her mother told her that she was to marry Jaron, Sansa was overjoyed. Even though it had been five years she was still in love with him. But she was also nervous. After all it HAD been five years. What if he had changed? What if SHE had changed? Perhaps this marriage was purely political to Jaron? All these questions weighed heavily on her mind as she waited behind her parents for the Glover convoy to arrive. Once they did Sansa spot ten Jaron instantly and couldn't stop herself from smiling. He was more handsome then she remembered.
Thread: A United Front: randomname and LovelyDeadlyLadies

The sight was breathtaking. Behind Lord Stark and Lady Stark was Jarons betrothed. Five years was a long time, but she looked gorgeous. Long, fiery red hair, deep eyes, and a smile that made his heart melt. The male jumped down from his horse when one of the soldiers took the animal to be fed and watered the same thing happened for the horses that carried his mother and sister. The first thing Jaron did was greet the Lord and Lady of Winterfell politely. They looked genuinely happy about this. Now, a pathway cleared to Sansa Stark. Jaron approached her with a charming smile on his lips before taking her right hand in his own. He raised her hand towards his lips and kissed her knuckles. Good afternoon, my Lady. He cooed softly, gripping her hand gently, holding it for as long as possible until he pulled his lips back and released her hand. Her lips looked just as kissable as ever Jaron could not wait for alone time with this girl. They had much to do before that, however. They would waste little time. The wedding was the same day and everything was practically ready. Well, we should get you two changed and ready for the wedding. Follow me, Lord Jaron, Ill show you to your changing room. This would be where he and Sansa parted for now. He understood it and they had no choice. Later, however, he would make up for this lost time. Politely, Jaron nodded his head and followed the Lady Stark from the gate towards the castle. Sansa would have to go off on her own as well to her room to get changed. While passing her, the male offered yet another smile, hoping she had not forgotten about their past. It was rare for an arranged marriage to work out so well Jaron felt lucky.
Thread: A United Front: randomname and LovelyDeadlyLadies

Sansa waited patiently for Jaron to greet her parents though she was almost bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waited. When it finally came her turn to be greeted by him she couldn't help but blush as he took her hand and kissed her knuckles. Good afternoon, my Lord. She answered, bowing her head slightly out of respect. She wanted to be in his arms and she wanted to feel his lips on hers again. Sansa was of course nervous for their wedding night but she was excited too. This was Jaron. She had been in love with him for as long as she could remember and she could not wait to be his wife. Sansa was not the only one who seemed happy about the upcoming union. Her parents seemed very pleased that she was going to marry Jaron, though she always remembered them being fond of the young Lord. When they told them they had to change for the wedding Sansa was a little disappointed that they wouldn't have any time alone before the wedding. But it was getting closer, so she didn't have to wait much longer. Jaron was quickly whisked away but she smiled back as he passed before she was whisked away herself to get dressed in her wedding gown.
Thread: A United Front: randomname and LovelyDeadlyLadies

Hearing Sansas voice for the first time in years sent a shiver through Jarons spine. A smile graced his lips and stayed there while walking away from the redhead. Himself and Sansas mother made idle conversation as they walked into the castle. She explained the plan to him they would have their wedding this evening and spend the night in the castle. Tomorrow, they would set out for Deepwood Motte. Winterfell was busy right now. Other than the wedding, they were also preparing for King Robert Baratheons impending arrival. That was happening later in the month so it was obvious that everyone felt the pressure. One thing at a time, though. Once arriving to Jarons quarters, a hot bath was already run, the clothing with his measurements was ready, and he was told to take his time. The wedding would not be for another few hours so he could clean himself up, spend some time with his mother and sister before Catelyn would return to fetch him for the ceremony. He thanked the lady and decided to get right into the bath since it was nice after his travels from Deepwood.
Thread: A United Front: randomname and LovelyDeadlyLadies

Sansa smiled all the way back to her room where she was also to have a hot bath even though she had not traveled at all. She had to be nice and clean for her new husband. The red heads heart was pounding. She was both excited and nervous. She was so lucky that she got to marry a man she actually loved. Part of her wondered if Jaron had been with other women during their time apart. It had been five years after all and she would not be upset though she might feel a little hurt. However it was something not worth thinking about. She was to be married soon and she would be a faithful and loyal wife, no matter what. When she was returned to her room Sansa took her hot bath and sss scrubbed clean by some of the servants. She didn't mind. She wanted to be clean and pure for Jaron. Her heart sored every time she thought about him. He had looked so handsome earlier and he seemed very happy to see her. When she was scrubbed clean Sansa was dressed and then sat down so her hair could be done. It was nothing very fancy, just two braids pulled back up in a half up style while the rest of her hair hung lose around her shoulders. Her mother went over everything with her, making sure she understood what she was expected to do and say at the wedding ceremony. Before Sansa knew it, it was time for the ceremony.
Thread: A United Front: randomname and LovelyDeadlyLadies

Jaron was excited. It was difficult taking his time but he did not get too far ahead of himself. Once the male was washed, he dried himself with a towel and found his attire for the wedding. It still consisted of many layers to keep warm, but the coat and clothing material were something fancier than normal. In the North where the Old Gods took precedent, there were no clergy. It was usually officiated by the grooms head of household the father. Since Jarons father was dead, his uncle would be his presenter and Lord Eddard Stark would present Sansa. When night came, Jaron was lead outside to the Godswood and in front of the sacred weirwood heart tree. Jaron arrived first with his uncle, their family all gathering around to watch as did Sansas family. The guests hold torches, lighting the area. Jaron was first, of course, and it was time for the bride to be presented. Eddard stood beside his daughter and linked arms until they were given a cue to enter. He smiled knowingly at his daughter and walked with her towards Jaron and the weirwood heart tree. The ceremony started. Who comes before the Old Gods at this night? Jarons uncle asked. Sansa, of the House Stark, comes here to be wed. A woman grown, trueborn and noble. She comes to beg the blessing of the Gods. Who comes to claim her? Eddard responded. It was Jarons turn. Jaron, of the House Glover, Lord of Deepwood Motte. Who gives her? Lord Eddard, of the House Stark, Warden of the North who is her father. The other male responded. The last line was from Jarons Uncle. Lady Sansa, do you take this man?
Thread: A United Front: randomname and LovelyDeadlyLadies

When the time came Sansa's father led her out to the weirwood tree, the two of the smiling happily all the way. Sansa's wedding gown was beautiful and white along with her maiden cloak. The red head could not have been happier. When they reached the tree and her father and Jaron spoke the traditional words. Sansa tried not to smile too much, knowing this was a serious event as well. To be married before the weirwood tree was sacred to her family. It needed to be treated with just as much seriousness. But she couldn't help but be happy. When it came her turn to speak she gave a little nod and said, I take this man. Her eyes stating on Jaron the entire time. With that her father let her go and she stepped up next to Jaron. The couple moved to their knees and prayed silently to the Okd Gods, as was traditional. When that was done they both stood and Jaron removed her maiden cloak and replaced it with a cloak that had the Glover house sigil on it. This signified that she was brought under the protection of House Glover as well as Jaron's protection. Then that was it. They were married. Officially. Sansa was now Lady Glover rather than Lady Stark.