#My Prize

[farizrz]

The art by ohhheyitsjulia as prize second part event. Thanks her to make the great events.

Character:

Ryohei (KHR), Shinichi (My oc multi crossover), Yamamoto TYL (KHR), Alisa (Tekken), Ryuji (Persona 5), and Cid (Final Fantasy VII Rebirth).

[peachymilkandcream]

My Prize|Part 5|Viking Levi x Evelyn

WARNINGS: implied noncon/dubcon, big age difference, kidnapping, slavery, violence, power imbalance, implied somnophilia, forced pregnancies, mind breaking, yandere behaviour, yandere themes, forced exhibitionism, sexual coercion, blackmail, etc.

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It was true that all Levi needed in life was someone to share in this burden of living. Up until now he had been alone, unable to find a reason to keep going throughout his days. What was the purpose in plunder and death, of scavenging and providing if you had no one to do it for?

Evelyn was his reason to keep going. She was there to give him something to strive for. As a woman, she needed him to take care of her, and he a purpose as a man with someone to provide for. It was comforting coming home to a cottage with dinner on the table and a warm body to hold during the chilly nights.

He liked to believe she had gotten used to him. At first there was a struggle, understandably so with how he had taken her, but now, now there was a unspoken peace between them. She seemed content enough, if not a little sadden that she had left her previous life entirely behind. But that was what it meant to cleave to a man, to forsake all others and cling to the man designed for you.

And he was designed for her.

She was soft and gentle, taking the weight of the world off his shoulders for just a little while. Always thankful and appreciative when he brought her back something for them. Whether it was a sack of flour or ribbons for her unruly mane. She was happy. They were happy.

For the first time in years he had been able to sleep in peace without the night terrors choking him of precious rest. He could sleep like the dead with a wife by his side to make sure he didn't sleep the next day away either. And while they weren't officially wed, he considered that they were. They acted like it, and a few spouted words from a priest didn't hold much weight in his mind.

That night, like any other ended the same. A few blissful moments of pleasure before a lazy arm around her brought him to deep sleep. Everything perfect in the world.

Until his door was broken in.

Levi leapt from his bed to find that Evelyn was no longer there. Had she gone to get help? Been taken? He had to save her, he couldn't loose this precious life he had constructed for himself now. He had just started to get attached to it, and now it was being taken from his arms.

He wouldn't go down without a fight. He reached for his sword placed directly under the bed for safe keeping before charging his attackers.

In a fury he swung his blade, injuring some and feeling the wet thud of metal cutting through flesh and bone. Rage fueled him when the thought of these men taking Evelyn and doing what he had done so many months ago to her.

While he was clearly more skilled then the others the sheer number quickly put him at a disadvantage. He was getting tired as they just kept coming. Some of them were able to swing back and nearly miss him. Levi was heavy with sleep and disoriented, caught by surprise and further giving his enemies the upper hand.

They finally overwhelmed him, kicking and beating him under he couldn't get up to his feet. Taking pride in hurling insults at him and beating his body.

When they were done they hauled his broken body out of the cottage to where a group of men surrounded his home with torches and angry looks in their eyes riddled with amusement at the condition of their foe.

His eye was beginning to swell but Evelyn stood beside his most hated enemy. At first he believed she had betrayed him, but the horrified look in her eye made him think otherwise. She was horrified of his condition, and he was horrified that she could see him in such a weakened and humiliating state.

Erwin stood before him with a gleam in his eye.

"So. Levi. It seems we meet again."

"Erwin you bastard, I claimed her fair and square, leave us now!"

He chuckles. "Oh you fool. Sneaking in the night isn't fair and square. You're a thief, no more than a common criminal. And if I had any sense I'd execute you like one."

Much to the surprise of both men Evelyn drops to her knees in front of Erwin.

"Please I'm begging you Erwin, don't kill him. I know he has wronged you, but for my sake do not do this thing-" Panic was gripping her. What Levi didn't know was that she believed Erwin had gone back on his promise from earlier, but what he did know is that his wicked and cold heart melted at her devotion.

Another laugh. "There there my pet. I won't kill the man who has muddled your mind with his barbarian ways of breaking a person's will. But he must pay for the personal damage he has caused me."

Erwin lifts Evelyn by the arm and thrusts her into the hands of his men, who hold her tightly.

"Let her go you filthy dog! This is between you and me!" Levi struggles, earning him another punch to the gut.

Erwin kneels down to his level. "I don't think you understand what's happening here. I will mutilate you and hope that you die of your injuries. While Evelyn and I return home where we'll be wed, where I'll make it my life's mission to cleanse her with my seed from whatever hold you've put on her."

Levi keeps quiet but his look makes a few men loose their nerve, backing away slightly.

Not Erwin. He takes two of Levi's fingers in his hands, bending them until an audible crack is heard. And while Levi lets out a grunt of pain and anger, he doesn't give Erwin the satisfaction of hearing him in distress.

"That could get infected if not taken care of properly."

Without another word he pulls out a small knife and proceeds to saw the two damaged fingers off, earning more vocal cries of pain.

When he's done Erwin takes his thumbs, starting to press them into the eyes of his enemy. However Levi breaks free from the grip on his hands and fights back, trying to keep Erwin's hands at bay. While his one hand is able to match him in strength, his injured one is slippery with blood and weak, drastically failing until his sight in that eye is taken from him.

"Great Leader! Someone's coming!"

It could be the law keepers of this land, with which Erwin had a muddy past that could be revealed this night, messing with all of his plans.

"We depart. Leave the swine for dead, and make sure my bride boards safely."

"You can't just leave him- Levi!" She calls to the broken man clutching his wounds.

Erwin doesn't give her a choice, his men making a quick departure on their ship before authorities can arrive. They got what they came for, best to leave before it was too late.

He looks back at the shore as it slowly shrinks.

"Farwell Levi. It's time you admit you lost. May you die peacefully."

[bloodgulchblog]

i feel a lot more sane and normal since discovering there is a dedicated mountain dew subreddit, and people besides me are searching fervently for the gamer liquid

[captainknell]

My prize!

I bought my fainting couch a chair companion. That's probably not haunted. And by that I mean that I'm suspicious that it might be haunted. Those people were WAYYYY too happy to be rid of it 🤔

Me: Oh wow! 😍 Look at that chair?

All the people in the booth at once: You like this chair?? Please take it with you! $20 please just take it!

Me: Okay. Can I get it on our way out?

Chair lady 1: Yeah. I'll just put it by this tree.

Chair lady 2: No one will take it.

Chair lady 3: Yeah, no one.

They all seemed relieved when I returned and they ran and grabbed the chair and physically put it in my arms and I had to carry it about a quarter of a mile back to the car. Maybe they just didn't want to pack it back up or maybe it's cursed? I'll find out I guess 🤷‍♀️

[kensatou]

the h in nhl stands for homoerotic

bonus intricate rituals:

[anbaisai]

AU where Mostro Lounge launches it as an official sporting event, because Azul smelled the business opportunity (featuring @raven-at-the-writing-desk's Miss Raven with Jade)

(Continuation of the book 4 mystery)

Bonus of the nefarious opportunistic octopus:

[paintedcrows]

It is imperative to me that Bill and Stan do torrid Duchess Approves roleplay and argue about character motivations

[daifei]

BOO!! 👻

[ancharan]

FEAR AND LOVE ARE RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER IN THE BRAIN! HE'LL LEARN TO LOVE YOU!

[o-lanterns]

My little bathtub with the duck won the miniatures contest in my ceramics class!! I'm so happy with how it turned out, the blue glass melted so perfectly. The duck's eyes were dots but they blurred in the firing so now they look like he's going ^-^ which I love.

[nataliescatorccio]

The idea that we control the dragons... is an illusion. HOUSE OF THE DRAGON | 2x06

[peachymilkandcream]

My Prize|Part 8(Finale)|Viking Levi x Evelyn

WARNINGS: implied noncon/dubcon, big age difference, kidnapping, slavery, violence, power imbalance, implied somnophilia, forced pregnancies, mind breaking, yandere behaviour, yandere themes, forced exhibitionism, sexual coercion, blackmail, etc.

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Like any other night, the moon was hidden by the trees to the village. Their branches stretched endlessly to the sky and shielded any light that had a chance of escaping. Fires were the only source of illumination after the sun had gone down, the village weren't the type of people to go to bed after it set, instead staying up late to enjoy what little free time Erwin allowed them after the work's day was done.

This night was like any other night.

"Eld! Finally you're back!" A mother calling to her son, who had gone out into the forest on the patrols that Erwin had set up since Levi's invasion. "It's late, how far did they send you out?"

Her face as smiling, until the figure grew near, his silhouette much shorter than her beloved son.

"Wait a minute-" Before she could finish her thought, the life was stripped from her, a sword cutting through the darkness and slicing into her flesh without a second thought.

"Shh. Your suffering is over now." As her eyes dimmed to this world, she beheld the face of the very man her son was keeping watch out for.

Her lips formed his name, but no sound came from her as Levi stepped over her bleeding body. He didn't have time for delays, he just had to make through this village as quickly as possible.

He had work to do.

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Evelyn tries different positions to ease the pain in her wrists. How long had she been tied up like this? Since mid-day at least. Now in the dead of night she was left utterly alone, her husband off who knew where doing who knew what. Most likely impregnating another woman.

Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, regrets replaying over and over in her mind. She could have warned Levi of Erwin's approach, the two could have fled before he attacked. They would be happy together right now instead of her resigned to this fate of being utterly alone with no one to care for her. A husband who was unfaithful, women who openly mocked her, parents who saw her as a tool, no one gave a damn about her.

The tent flap open and Evelyn screwed her eyes shut, feigning sleep. Maybe if she pretended to be asleep Erwin wouldn't touch her tonight, she could find a way to sleep in her restraints if it meant not spending another night in Erwin's arms.

A rough hand grabbed her face, and she couldn't feign sleep any longer. Slowly she opened her eyes, still trying to give the illusion that she had been sleeping.

The hand clamped over her mouth before she could let out a startled scream.

Levi's eye stared into hers, a mix of relief, concern, and anger coming to his features. At least she was alive and relatively unspoiled, but his anger burned bright at the monster who had done this to her. Even he hadn't treated her as cruelly, in his mind at least.

"Shh. You're safe now. I'm going to get you out of here."

A swift slice cut the restraints, and Levi helped Evelyn to her feet. Her legs were slightly numb from sitting in an awkward position, so aided her to the entrance to the tent.

Pulling it back, the two came face to face with an enraged Erwin.

"You. You've done this!?"

By this, Erwin meant the devastation of the village. All around were burning fires and slaughtered bodies, men, women, children, none had been left alive. Those still among the living were the three of them and a woman Evelyn assumed to be the reason Erwin wasn't around for the massacre.

Her heart hurt at the sight of her people in such a state, but it was for their own good. They would continue to live under such an oppressive rule until someone stopped it. And if that stop meant death, then at least they were free in this.

"It's over Erwin. All of your lackeys are dead. Surrender now and I'll give you a quick death."

"You think, that I would bow to a dog like you!? I built this with my own bare hands! And no one is going to take it from me! I'll have your head and whoever's left will help me rebuild this village!"

"Evelyn's coming with me."

In that moment Erwin draws his sword. "I've worked too hard for this. Do you know how long it takes to condition a bunch of idiots too afraid of the outside world to learn anything!? Too long! I had it made! And you've ruined it! I'll kill you for that!"

Levi pushes Evelyn out of the way, a little roughly so she ends up on the ground. "Fine then. Let's finish this."

Both men are reckless, swinging their blades furiously at the other, clanging metal and flying sparks filling the air. Neither willing to stop until one of them was dead.

"I see someone's been lying, your blade is iron, out here you wouldn't have that. You're from the mainland." Levi smirks, as if slaughtering the man's village wasn't enough, he had to expose him at the same time.

"Yes, I came here, same as you, these fools lived a utopia, coming together as one, no leadership but thriving. I changed their whole perspective on life! They set me on top with no questions asked, never realizing bit by bit I was stealing their freedom!"

"You really are a rat."

"You're one to talk, look what you've done to Evelyn! You took her and violated her!"

"I never said I'm perfect."

"You'll die like a dog!"

Erwin lunges suddenly, Levi taking Erwin's frustration fueled carelessness to gouge him in the leg. Going down, he finished by cutting off his blade hand in one swift motion. tip of his sword poised at Erwin's face.

"You're finished Erwin. Surrender."

"Never, never to someone like you."

Levi hands his sword over to Evelyn, who holds it from a distance.

"Then let the last sight you see on this earth be the man you hate. And be content in the knowledge that your intended will bear my children, forgetting about you, and all of this. An eye for an eye."

He pushed his thumbs into Erwin's eye sockets, blood dripping out around his fingers as he took Erwin's sight like he had taken half of his how long ago. Erwin screamed and tried to fight but failed, his the bloody holes staring into nothingness.

When he was through, Levi took back the sword, aligning it with Erwin's neck.

"Goodbye Erwin."

With a swing the head came free, rolling unceremoniously to the ground below. The woman who survived meeting a swift end as Levi picked up an axe and threw it into her forehead.

Turning to Evelyn, covered in blood, he offered his hand. "Let's go home."

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Years had passed and the memory of that island was a faint one. During her imprisonment with Erwin, Evelyn had been able to trace back her vomiting and last cycle given she had so many countless hours alone to do so. With that knowledge in mind she was able to give Levi the blessed news upon sailing for the mainland.

Naturally, he was overjoyed, but he didn't show it, but in a soft and sweet way that Evelyn had come to grow tender to.

They would officially set down roots, having a priest read the banns and marrying them. They both believed that since her marriage to Erwin was not done in front of a priest it didn't count. An easy loophole for them to pretend like he had never happened.

In time she gave birth to a son, his father's pride and joy. Living their life on that little cliffside cottage Evelyn couldn't help but admire how well her life had turned out and how narrowly she had escaped something much worse.

The way Levi looked back at her now as he taught his son how to walk for the very first time made her realize she had made the right choice. Erwin thought of her as just a possession, to be used and discarded at will. But not Levi, to Levi she was much more than that. I treasure, meant to be protected and adored.

His Prize.

The End

[fraudue]

the arrival of spring

[yuuuu16]

the devil and his minion

[sp0o0kylights]

Steve Harrington was wearing a Hellfire t-shirt.

It was far too tight on him, the name of the club stretched wide over his chest. The sleeves dug into his biceps, making them pop even more than they usually did, and that was before he crossed his arms. 

Worse?

It was short.

Which meant the damn shirt was constantly riding up to give everyone a nice show of the smattering of hair that trailed down past the band of Harrington's jeans. 

The same hair that Eddie was determinedly not looking at. 

“Henderson, a moment?” He crooked a finger, a smile on his face that was more feral than welcoming. 

Rather than cower or even acknowledge that Eddie was two seconds away from murder, Dustin just gave him a gummy grin, all too pleased with himself and his scheme. 

“Sure Eddie. Steve, don't just stand there, go help set the booth up!” Dustin gestured to Hellfire’s sad little table, crammed all the way in the back of the gym. 

Jeff and Gareth both reacted to the suggestion like a rabid squirrel had been set upon them, nervously inching towards the other side of the booth as Harrington sighed and--shockingly--did as he was told.

‘What,’ Eddie thought angrily, ‘in the everloving fuck.’

“Do you guys mind if I set this down on the table?” Eddie heard Harrington ask as he stormed away, Dustin on his heel. 

They wandered just around the corner, out of sight and hopefully, out of the fallen king’s hearing range.

Eddie wasn't sure if Harrington would try and white knight the very much deserved dressing down he was about to give. 

Didn’t want to chance it, considering the downright weird relationship he had with Hellfire's freshmen.

(While he’d heard many a tale at his table regarding King Steve since the newest recruits had joined Hellfire, most of them dissolved into arguments without ever really going anywhere.

 Best anyone could figure out was that Dustin and Lucas had a bad case of hero worship, while Mike owned a begrudging amount of respect that hailed from a series of misadventures. 

The very same misadventures that, despite all protests to the contrary, was clearly some sort of babysitting gig for Harrington.) 

Either way, plenty of the King’s court would have loved to take this opportunity to fuck with Hellfire.

Given that Henderson was absolutely too old to require a babysitter at fourteen, Eddie would bet his lunch money that was what Steve was here to do.

Something the club couldn’t afford since they were forever and always two seconds away from being stripped of club status and banned from school grounds. 

“I would love to know what went through that all A’s brain of yours when I said,” Eddie whirled on Dustin when they were firmly in the clear, voice low and furious.  “no Henderson, do not invite King Steve to help, he is an invading force and would ruin our peaceful kingdom!?”

He clasped his hands behind his back before leaning into Dustin’s face. “Because clearly whatever you heard wasn’t that.” 

To Eddie’s continued frustration and confusion, Dustin did not treat this like the threat it was. 

None of the freshmen had ever truly treated Eddie like a threat--had somehow skipped that part of the usual onboarding ritual entirely.

Eddie, town freak and drug dealer, who had cultivated his looks and craziness to such a degree that most everyone steered clear, wasn’t used to it. 

Everyone had been afraid of him at some point in this shitty school. Jeff, Gareth, hell even half the staff--and that the dorky trio of fourteen year old's clearly thought this all was play-acting made his eye twitch.

Even if it was--maybe, sometimes--welcome. 

“I know what you said, but I’m telling you I’m right.” Dustin argued immediately, and oh God, he was using that tone again. 

A hand went up into the space between them and Eddie groaned aloud, knowing what was coming.

“First,” Dustin ticked a finger up, “Hellfire really needs the money. Even thirty dollars would get us new figures, but more than that, if we don’t fundraise, we can’t go to Gen Con!” 

Dustin's eyes bored into Eddie’s, full of fire and conviction

“Yes,” Eddie said through gritted teeth, “but--”

“Second!” Dustin cut him off, and God the little shit even threw him a look while he did it, like Eddie was the one being ridiculous here!

“We had to fight just to get our table! Principal Higgins was in algebra today practically begging the mathletes to show up, but then tried to tell us we couldn't be here? That’s messed up!” 

As if denying them a spot to fundraise was the worst thing that asshole had ever done.

Eddie sighed, breath blasting out of his mouth like a dragon’s. 

“Because people think we’re freaks and satanists, Henderson. You don’t typically invite freaks and satanists to the school’s annual Holiday Bazaar. Especially not when all the local moms are paying to hawk their bullshit crafts and tupperware!” 

It was more than that of course. The Hawkins High Holiday Bazaar was a tradition spanning several years now. Starting in the gym and spilling clear into the parking lot, everyone from local artists to even some local shops came to host a small table for the day, thus growing the event from a small school fundraiser to a Hawkins' “must-do.” 

Half the fucking town was here to sell, and the other half was here to shop, which meant Principle Higgins had wanted Hellfire banned from the fucking premise. 

Eddie had been forced to pull out one of his trump cards he’d been saving--blackmail on Higgins that related to the man’s not--so--legal addiction to Percocet that he relied on Reefer Rick for. 

(And bless Rick, that hadn’t been the only tidbit he’d shared with Eddie about Higgins. That information, however, Eddie needed just so the asshat wouldn’t give him the boot from school entirely.) 

The only reason Eddie had pulled it out to secure their rightful spot, was because of Gen Con. 

It was Hellfire's White Whale, their grand adventure, and this was going to be his year to take his friends on one last epic quest to make memories of a lifetime surrounded by people who understood them.

Come hell or high water, Eddie was going to Gen Con--but being able to fundraise by selling wares and baked goods at the stupid Holiday Bazaar would go a long way to help.

Even if he had to listen to the band repeatedly play ear-bleeding renditions of Christmas songs.

“All the clubs get to have a table, and we’re a club!” Dustin continued, like it was that simple. “But you know, I get it. We look scary.” 

He gestured down to his own Hellfire shirt, before gesturing towards Eddie’s entire outfit.

Like Eddie didn't know what he looked like, let alone that he'd made this outfit specifically to scare people away from him.

(And maybe add some rockstar flair to this dinky little hick town.)

“You know who doesn’t look scary?”

Dustin held out his hands and swiveled his body like he was presenting a prize instead of gesturing in the vague direction of; 

“Steve!”

Eddie’s left eye twitched.

‘You can't kill him, you need his character for the campaign.’ He told himself firmly, even if he envisioned strangling Dustin like a chicken.

Cartoon squawking and all. 

“The King isn’t going to help us fundraise, Dustin.” Eddie said, in an effort to break down why Harrington couldn't be here. “He's just going to cause us problems that we can’t afford to have.” 

So many problems, half of which Eddie couldn't think of because if he did, he'd start spiraling.

“Really? Because as you keep saying, Steve used to be the King. People love him, Eddie! Mom’s love him.”

Eddie had pulled himself back up to his proper height a while ago, and now rocked back on his heels while he ran a hand down his face.

There was no getting through to Henderson when he was like this. 

Not unless Eddie really lost it, and it was practically club lore that he only lost it when someone missed an important game. 

One cannot keep a herd of sheep if their flock is terrified of them, after all. 

(“Perhaps you’re just a giant fucking softie.” Tiff, one of Hellfire’s graduating members, told him once. “Honestly dude, I bet you throw up stuffing.”

“Shut up Tiffany, your choker is on backwards again.” He'd spat back, completely offended and not at all trying to distract from how true that was.) 

“We can’t be satanic if Steve’s the one selling cookies!” Dustin finished doggedly. 

“We’re not even selling cookies--that’s not the point!”” Eddie shook his head, hair flying. He was not going to be sidetracked, he wasn’t!

 “Harrington is going to end up siding with all the moms about how we’re all wasting time with D&D, if he even spends the whole time at the table. Is that what you want?” 

He stuck out a ringed finger, poking at Dustin’s chest.

“Every single person who comes by our table has to be convinced D&D is a writing and math based game. Good for the mind and souls of growing, impressionable children. A game that got a bad rep because of  a few silly images.” 

A pitch he and Tiff had come up with during the third or fourth time they had to convince an adult that no, just because their shirts had a dragon on it, didn’t mean they were summoning demons in the drama room. 

“Harrington can’t do that because Harrington doesn’t even know how to play!” 

This Eddie punctuated by throwing his hands in the air. 

Given the startled look of the mother-daughter duo passing him by, clearly was louder than he’d intended--but screw it!

He was right!

Hellfire was in a precarious position to both fundraise and do a little damage control among the slightly smarter members of this shithole small town, and Harrington rolling his eyes and gossiping about how stupid it was would hinder that.

“Okay, first of all, Steve’s played D&D with me and he didn’t even kill his character.” Dustin said it like he was unveiling a smoking gun and not lying through his ass--which Eddie would absolutely be calling him on the second he was done talking. 

Because King Steve? Play D&D?

'Ha!'

“And he’s not gonna say shit because we--me, and Lucas and even Mike!--asked him to help, and he helps when its serious. I know you have some weird grudge with him, but I’m telling you Eddie he’s our golden ticket to Gen Con!” 

“You’re killing me. You are standing here, acting as a friend, when you are bringing a-- a dark force into the midst our of mission--” Eddie hissed, because he was losing the fucking fight and he knew it.

Dustin Henderson was not a man easily swayed. 

Had never been, even when the odds were stacked against him (and Grant and Gareth were howling in his ear.) 

The set of his shoulders and the glint of the little shithead’s eye meant Eddie wouldn’t be able to use him to oust Harrington--if he even could get him out without the dick causing a massive scene anyway. 

As always when outgunned, Eddie flipped to dramatics.

“Betrayed! By my own chosen heir no less!” He moaned, pressing the back of his hand over his eyes as Dustin scoffed.

"Don’t be so dramatic! Steve will help, I promise! Just don’t be a dick to him.” 

 Conversation apparently over, Dustin turned around to head back to the table

Snidely, he added over his shoulder: “Plus we’ve all caught on to the heir thing Eddie. You tell everyone that so they do what you want.” 

The dick.

“You’re too fucking smart for your own good. I’m gonna start feeding you paint chips to bring that IQ down.” Eddie muttered angrily as Dustin went back to their little table.

He gave himself a moment to get his shit together and stomp a foot like a child when Dustin was around the corner and thus couldn’t witness it, before following his wayward sheep back.

Could only pray to any deity listening that Henderson’s meddling didn’t blow up in Hellfire’s face.

[hyolks]

smug bastard