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ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇꜱ | ᴄ. ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀɪᴀɴ

the franchise, this movie: IS SO GOATED!!! 10/10 recommended

disclaimer: female reader cause why not

warnings: kidnapping and one-sided love

At first, Conan is veryy delusional. He’s never really understanding about this love thing.

It’s a myth to him. He doesn’t believe he could possess feelings for a woman or anyone.

Has incredible expectations for women that surrounds themselves around Conan for their safety, but however: the thought of being committed to one threatens him and his pride.

Although, he has many whores to keep him satisfied with his inner barbarian needs, he never did crave one.

He thought himself as a total douchebag when the women he messes around with have feelings for him.

The thought of someone loving him is annoyance, a pain even, a nagging wound you can never heal or stop the bleeding.

His life is devoted to avenge his father’s death, that is, until he met you.

He met you when he met Tamara of course.

Due to you being her unidentical twin: you’re both stuck together.

Conan happened to notice when his feelings first adapted but he avoids it like his life depends on it.

He needs to murder Khalar Zym before even thinking of having heir for the next generation but the indwelling anger and annoyance for Khalar Zym goes away swiftly when he shares your presence.

Your soft, unbearable, peaceful presence.

It’s excruciating.

You’re excruciating.

He wants more.

Yet you’re one few people who show mercy and kindness towards Conan.

Give him more.

Despite Tamara’s disrespectfulness and feminine attitude: he enjoys your gentle and careful touch about him. You would always tend his wounds when needed and he would enjoy the slender feeling but he attempts to push it away.

He doesn’t know why, but for one thing certain: he doesn’t want it away.

He wants to savor it. 

Needless to say: he realizes his feelings. He finally is well aware of the emotions he expresses about you.

Now he will be needing a plan, he is all over the place, in his mind; trying to figure out a well-coordinated plan to confess.

When Khalar Zym was defeated, you and Tamara returned your birthplace to reunite with your families, church sisters and Father Fassir.

He didn’t care as much in the beginning: comrades come and go all the time but this feeling was different.

Sleepless nights and lack in desire of just living begin affecting Conan when you were gone.

Usually, he solves his problems with blood like his savage tribe, but in this case, he takes you, in the middle of the night when you and your church sisters were sleeping.

You were one of the oldest so you had your own chamber which was across from Tamara’s dorm. You were asleep, dead asleep.

It took a lot of courage for him to even think this through but in the end, you were successfully rescued. When you woke up that morning on a ship in the master’s chamber.

You felt a sharp blade hover over your bare leg from the cover, petrified, you refused to move a muscle until a calloused hand cups your chin to face your captor.  

You were startled to see the familiar face. “Conan?” you whimper slightly in surprised, least expecting him.

A grin plasters against his features, loving the way his name rolled from your tongue as his calloused hand remains on your face while you desperately look around for any hope of escape.

“Welcome to your new home, dove.”

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