#THERR WAS BLOOD. THERE WAS TEARS

[kissmefriendly]

Am out of hospital. There are long burns down the sides of my face and my arm feels so um. Hole-y. I’ve been tied to a wall for the last 5 days, I’m sleepy.

On the plus side, didn’t have any seizures in my eeg!

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

Bad boy

Pairing- Avatar!Norm x Avatar!reader

Summary- Norm gets punished.

Warnings- sub!norm, edging, playing with balls, punishment, sub/Dom dynamics kinda, begging, crying

A/N- this was a request by the lovely @omgisitkai so credsssss

Across the grassland you watch as Norm laughs at whatever stupid joke Ninat made. And to make matters worse he touched her shoulder, his hand her shoulder. Your blood boiled and you gripped the soft fruit in your hand making juice flow to your hand. He glanced over at you and a small smirk was on his lips, he knew what he was doing. Letting the fruit out of your death grip and clean your hand off. ''Hey Neytiri I need to go back to my place I forgot something.'' You told the woman sitting next to you who responded with a quick, ''Okay and do not forget the dagger like you did last time.'' she said handing you the dagger you had forgoten again.

Norm's eyes followed your body as it disappered into the forest and towards yours and his hut that Mo'at giftied you. ''I-I gotta go Ninat thank you for the hunting tips.'' He says to the girl who only smiled as she goes back to whatever she was doing before.

It did not take him long to get to your shared hut, he jumped into it seeing as it was higher up into the tree. He looked around and you weren't therre which puzzled him. ''Oh did not know that you would be back so soon.'' Your voice scared him making him jump slightly. ''I saw you leaving.'' He responded turning to face you. ''Oh I thought that you were to busy talking- no flirting with Ninat.'' You say backing him till the back of his knees hit the cot. He swallowed a thick bundle of spit making you smile.

And now he was on the bed, hands bound behind him, shirtless, pants down to let his poor cock spring free as you play and toy with it. You had been teasing his tip for so long, smearing the pre-cum that leaked out of it on the tip that was pulsating with desire. Everytime he blinked tears feel from how needy he was getting. You slides your hand up and down on his shaft making him but his lip the mix of pain from all the edging and pleasure from the way your hands left him wanting no needing more.

"I-I'm sorry." He muttered out. "For?" You say wanting to make him say that he was flirting to get a rise outta you. "Flirting with Ni- of fuck me Ninat." He said you watched him body seeing he was getting closer thigh muscles flexed as well as his toned abdomen. You pulled away as soon as he was fixing to cum. A exasperated whine came from him. Waiting minute to toy with his poor cock.

Your hand gripped his balls pulling them a little making him squirm. You hands reached for his cock again. "And why were you flirting with her?" You asked him he squeezes his eyes shut as you start stroking his cock much faster than the last time. You were torching him.

"Wanted to get a rise out of you." He said as his mouth opened all the way canines making a slight appearance. "Oh you wanted to get punished." You say using one hand to jerk him off and the other two play with his balls simulating him even more. "Bad boy." You say pulling away once more. He cries from the loss of connection. "I-I'm sorry." He muttered out as he hucks his hips up trying to find himself into your hands.

"Apologize." You say had reaching for the tip making his tongue come out of his mouth slightly. "Like you mean it." You say hand gently gripping the tip of his dick. And then all sorts of nonsense came from him. "I'm sorry" "I'll be your good boy." "Won't happen again." "I won't be a bad boy." Were some of your favorites. And with all of the begging and tears who would say no again to that fucked out face.

"Don't pull away please." He whined as he felt himself come closer to his orgasm. "I won't sweet boy, come on cum for me I know you can do it." You praise and with that he had one of the most earth shattering orgasms of his lip. His cum shot onto your hands and you fucked him threw it whispering sweet praises into his ears.

You cleaned him and his overstimulated cock off whining whine you wiped the cum off. You helped him into some clean pants and snuggled next to him, rubbing circles on his chest as he drifted into a much needed rest.

[dendro-bunny]

How they react to you throwing hands

Genshin impact Witnesses: Xiao, Zhongli, Diluc, Albedo

Warning:Violence, Death threats, mentions of blood, fighting, mentions of drinking, Highkey the worst kind of customers, just really mean people, sad albedo (yes that is a warning even though it was for a millisecond), creeps, if i missed any let me know please~

A/N- yo this is my first senerio or fic ever so please be nice. I'mma try to write well, since I am writing part this on a plane... on my phone... also I would appreticate some constructive critisim I am not the best at writing.

Proof read: Yes sir~

Word count: 2,947

Xiao

He is stunned, like a deer in headlights.

You are pretty calm person, super sweet, pure-Ish.

But that day OH BOY this poor drunk soul just lost his soul for pissing you off.

He would be so confused on how you switch so fast. From cold, plain mean, to a literal angel.

Xiao was about to handle it, then you beat him to the punch... Literally

Never in all his life has he seen this... It's kind hot-ashdlj

It was a lovely night in Liyue. You and your lovely adepti boyfriend was just taking you daily stroll. Something he became accustomed to after you snuck away from the Wangshun inn so many moons ago. He saw you each time and joined you. It got to the point he waits for you.

That beside the point now.

Right now, some not so lovely drunk in the middle of your path was walking towards you. Xiao was a bit occupied dealing with a ruin guard he spotted a bit away. He just wants to make sure you are safe. Even if that means wiping out any monster in a 100ft radius.

So, while he is doing that this drunken fool stumbles up to you. You just move out the way so he can go by, but he stops in front of you and you catch a whiff of straight vodka.

"H- *hic* hey therre *hic* sweet thang... W... what are you doing *hic* all aLone" his words are slurred and he has this sleazy smirk that ticks you off.

"I am on a nightly stroll, and I am not alone... I am with my boyfriend. Xiao" The look on your face was so uninterested, that ruin guard that Xiao was fighting seemed to shudder.

"I ain't see him... Why *hic* don't you just come with me and *hic* we can have some fun" he kept making flirty remarks and such towards you while you just prayed Xiao would get back.

"No thank you really I am ok, goodbye." Just as you say that you see Xiao approaching ready to spear this fool. That is when you try walk towards Xiao. You didn’t register the drunk creep approaching you. This poor boy grabbed your arm, his mistake. Xiao was about 10ft away and saw this beautiful scene play out, that made him slow his pace.

You turned on your back foot and swung this man, slamming him to the ground. You peered down at him and stared in his eyes your eyes glowing the color of your vision.

"don’t you touch me or anyone else like that after they say no again, I will personally hunt you down and tear you piece by piece. Do you understand me." This man is now shaking clutching his wrist from landing on it when being thrown. He went to attack you but you were too fast. You started beating him to a pulp.

Xiao stops and stares. Then he runs up to you pulling you off the poor unfortunate soul, while also trying to suppress a laugh.

"My charm... (Y/N) ... What was that? Why didn't you call me?" You step off the man and dust yourself off, not like you got any dirt on you, and just smile at him. "Oh, hey my dear are you ready to continue our walk?" Xiao is taken aback by how soft your voice became again and the fact you just swerved his questions.

He blinks at you then looks down at the guy groaning in agony, then back to you. Then nods still looking back and forth perplexed. Perplexed at what the literal fuck just happened and why the fuck is he turned on by it.

Zhongli

I feel bad for that person you are fighting

It probably has something to do with him- lol

He thinks it's a normal day...

well until he sees a crowd of people

when he looks closer, he is shocked and concerned

It was a blood bath while- well, you barely had a scratch

Today was supposed to be a good day, a great day even. Your witch craft shop was booming. With the money you got you were going to pay your rent money for the building then take Zhongli shopping (while teaching him how to properly save his mora) and have a quiet stress-free day.

But oh, how the archons loved to test your patients. Which you have little of from being in the shop all day. Especially since this one hillichurl looking bitch kept yapping on and on about how hot Zhongli was and how she would love to just to get in his pants.

That pissed you off more than that old hag pestering you to lower your prices on stupid potion she wanted you to make. Did I mention you were Zhongli’s lover? So those words kept playing over and over again. You knew she knew you and Zhongli are a thing. Yet there she was in your store going on and on, you had just about enough.

With a hefty sigh you pardon yourself from the conversation you were having and made your way over to that girl. Your foot steps were louder than mountains being dropped from Celestia. The only one left talking was her and her “friends” they barely hang out with her, and when they do it's only for shopping sprees.

“Ahem... Excuse me? Are you going to buy anything? If not, you need to leave, I have customers outside who want to come in.” You try to put up a professional front. However, the way you are tapping your foot on the ground shows how thin your patients was.

“oh~ if it isn’t Zhongli’s side piece.” What? “I so forgot you work here. If those people need room, you and them should lose a few pounds.” She reminds you of a chihuahua... She is small, annoying, and easy to punt.

“I would like it if you keep my boyfriend's name out of your mouth, and shouldn’t you worry about the seven corsets you are wearing cutting off your circulation...”

Now here you are outside of your shop where you dragged that hoe, after exchanging a few hateful words, where most of Liyue Harbor is gathered watching you “fight.” That includes Zhongli.

How did he get there? Oh right. His story was interrupted when everyone went running the direction of your shop. He thought something had happened to you. and something did, but different than he imagined.

The girl on the ground getting pummeled by you is bloody and bruised. Flailing her arms like she is drowning, kicking her feet like a toddler. Meanwhile the only thing he can see on you was a bright red slap mark on your cheek.

As he tries to step forward your friend stops him with a huge grin on her face. “You don’t want to touch her she might beat you up. Also, that bitch deserves this, always talking so much shit. About time she learned not to mess with the best witch in Teyvat.”

Of course, Zhongli was taken aback by this and looked over at you. All he saw was rage, your rage. You were at your limit with people. After a few seconds the girl started pleading for mercy. That is when you held her up by her collar and stared her in the eyes and whispered something only you and her could hear. Then you dropped her, and turned around and walked into your shop, slamming the door, flipping the open sign to say closed.

The crowd started to dissipate with hushed whispers of gossip. Zhongli stayed and stood at your door. After a second, he knocked on the wooden door with a heavy hand. He was about to have a serious intervention with you.

"(Y/N), Open your door. It's me Zhongli..." He waits a bit till he sees the door crack open and you peep your eye out.

"Yes...?"

"Can I come in?" He raises an eyebrow holding in a grin when you open the door for him to step in.

Diluc

hhhhhh sir can you pick your jaw up off the floor- asdhahsjdl lol

He was working the bar when you came in and he could see you were pissed

then the person sitting next to you at the bar just unlocked a beast that couldn't be stopped.

he is standing there as you almost murder this guy- he almost dropped the glass he was cleaning.

he snapped out of his daze when the regular drunks- Kaeya and Venti- started cheering you on

he then stepped in and dragged the person out the Tavern then dragged you to the balcony outside trying to comprehend what just happened

Today was infuriating, no beyond infuriating! Why today, of all days, is when Celestia decides to push all of the wrong buttons. You own the finest tailor shop in all of Teyvat. That is how you met your boyfriend, Diluc. Every customer that came decided to test you in some way.

One says you tried to scam them by making their family name too small, even though on the flyers it states it is small and why, when you told them it would cost extra to enlarge, they asked for a refund and the outfit. One kept making you retailor the whole outfit because she didn't like the color and she ultimately decided on the first color.

It kept getting worse till this one guy came in with the outfit on and told you it wasn't right and to fix it. When you asked for it back, he said and i quote- "HEH?! this suit isn't from you! Are you trying to get me undressed?! I should tell the newspaper about this!"

You sighed and pushed him out and went on break. Now it is the end of the day and everyone you passed could feel the dark aura coming off of you as you make your way to the Angel Share Tavern.

The one place you will see your dark night hero tonight aside from at home at the vineyard. But as soon as you get in you are passing out on one of the couched and shutting down for the night. So, you need at least a tiny bit of future husband time.

"Welcome to the Angle Share Tavern. Please make yourself at home..." You hear that suave voice of your boyfriend and relax just a bit. What you are met with verses what he is met with is like comparing fire and ice one is cool, calm and harsh. The other is all over the place, forceful, and raging.

"You look... well." Diluc offers you his prized smile.

"Cut the shit I know I look like more than a mess than Kaeya over there. My usual please." You look over to the Calvary captain and the drunken bard, as Diluc starts making your (f/a/d [ favorite alcoholic drink])

"Huh? I know that voice." There goes your peace. The chair next to you turns and oh, what a surprise a man clad in one of your (stolen) custom suits. "YOU'RE THAT BITCH WHO TRIED TO MOLEST ME IN THEIR SHOP!" That catches a certain red haired ponytail wearing cuties attention.

"Excuse me what did you say?" Diluc saw how your leg was bouncing so he tried to talk this out.

"I didn't stutter, did I?" keep calm

"I think you have the wrong person; I know them like the back of my hand. They would never do such a thing."

"Yes, they did! They tried to take this suit off my body!" tick tock tick tock...

"You mean the suit you stole from me." you were so close to decking this man.

"How dare you accuse me of stealing you untalented hag!" boom...

This guy can say goodbye to his front teeth... mainly cause they are now on the other side of the Tavern-

The sickening crunch of your fist meeting his face made everyone in the Tavern look over. The ameno God and frost pirate made their way over and started laughing.

"FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FiGHT FIgHT!" Pretty sure Kaeya's voice just broke itself.

"Tag me in friend! I'll finish him off!" Venti says as Diluc picks him up by the collar.

"ENOUGH! Return to your seats or no one drinks tomorrow or the day after" Diluc’s words didn't stop you but it did with the regulars.

At this point you are crying and your punches slow. Diluc wraps his strong arms around your waist and drags you away. You weakly struggle to get out of his arms.

He takes you upstairs to the outside balcony and lets you out of his arms while both of your mind's race.

“Why- why do they not like what I do... I try so hard to make things perfect, and they say I am wrong and stupid... Diluc do you think I should just quit?”

His heart broke at what you just said, pulling you into a hug and holding you close and never letting go- not until you know how much he loves you.

Albedo

lowkey high key jotting this down-akjsldals

You were part of his experiment for the month, you were the last person he was observing. mainly just to spend extra time with you

He would be watching you intensely. How do you know? You looked at him and he was writing what your reactions were

what really got you, was the person annoying you started speaking down on Albedo HE HEARD ALL OF IT

That is when he looked away kind of sad and you went off

He looked back at you when he heard a crunch and saw this poor fool getting their face smashed in.... he started writing that down too- absdkahldfh

What a gorgeous day. Just doing what you normally do, and getting to do it with your perfectionist alchemist Albedo. The day couldn't get any better, you help a lot of animals today, being a vet and all.

Albedo was there to examine what make people different and the same. This was for a presentation he was going to use as an example for new alchemist students on how to conduct proper research. Every day of the month he did a different person. You were the last, mainly to spend time with you after.

The day went by smoothly until you went on break and decided to get lunch. They line at the Cat's Tail was so long but you thought you had patients, unlike the person behind you.

They, for the love of all thing's alchemy, wouldn't stop shoving you and telling you to hurry up.

No matter how many times you told them you couldn't move up they would keep asking a second later with a snarky remark.

"Maybe if people as slow as you weren't in line, I would have gotten my food already.... should you even be in this line? Food will become scarce if people your size wait in line."

Those didn't bother you much. You were teased a lot when you were younger since you were a bit chubbier than others. That made you determined to be better in your own way since no matter what you did you couldn't lose weight. Also, with Albedo giving you reassuring smiles while you were in line made it better.

You were almost there too. But they saw Albedo and focused their anger on him and woo nelly, it was almost like the world stopped for a hot minute and you processed them.

"Ugh why is that good for nothing, absolutely ugly alchemist doing here?" what did they say?

"The Knights of Favonius don't need anyone like him around? What make him so great? I feel bad for any fool who would want to date that"

You look over at Albedo shocked but he wasn't even looking up... and he looked as if he was about to cry. And omg did his lip just quiver? He is holding back a reaction, but you could tell and that was your final straw.

You pivot on your foot and straight up decked this mo'fo. The person fell straight back and hit their head on the concrete.

"Ow! what the fuck is wrong with you-" they paused... your eyes were glowing blue like the color of your Hydro vision.

You take slow steps forward and when you are right above them you start landing punch after punch.

Albedo heard the first impact and his head shot straight up. As he saw you landing punch after punch, he felt this sense of pride. His hands worked fast to write your reaction down.

Everyone in the area was watching and was whispering amongst themselves.

After the final sentence is Albedo's book, he put it away and rushed to you pulling you off.

"My snow flower that's enough, they learned their lesson..." he looks at the beaten and bruised person on the ground crying out for someone to take them to Barbra.

"No, they don't deserve my mercy! Not after what they said about you and how they were acting!" Albedo tightened his grip on you as you struggled more. After aa bit of you still wanting to get at that person, he lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder and started walking away.

"Snow flower violence isn't going to help how you feel we must go now." You kicked and screamed at him to put you down till you stopped and started crying on his shoulder.

He would have to write all this down later, but for right now cuddles are overdue.

[inlovewithfictionalmensblog]

BAD THINGS GO, GOOD THINGS COME.

Pairing: King Caspian x Fem!reader

Warning: tears, loss of family member, plot twist, su1c1de, mention of abuse, and FLUFF NEAR THE END.

Summary: reader gets trapped in a magical land she heard of as a child, as she randomly appears in the woods, she discovers more than just the land.

(Y/n (you) does have Brown eyes, brown hair everything i describe her as, if you guys don't like it please just readbit as what you look like 😊 )

AFTER Caspian arrived back to cair paravel, he hadn't realised his true emotions towards the pevensies leaving, until now.

He now, had to rule a kingdom, alone again. The narnians loved Casp as a king, absolutely adored his courage and kindness. Reepicheep was no longer there to make him laugh, so he was tortured by boredom.

As he signed papere, scribbling through pages, chewing on some grapes lady iris had just dropped off. His scribbling stopped as a minotaur entered, looking down on hus feet with an ice patch on his head. Caspians eyes widened in worry of his friend.

"Jepsen, what happened?" Caspian told. The small patch of fury blood in the bottom of the patch almost made caspian wince.

"A girl. Your majesty a girl attacked" jepsen breathed.

"A girl?" Caspians mind went to lucy and susan almost immediately. But he knew if it were them, jepsen would say 'queen lucy or queen susan'.

"She was soaking wet. And she was wounded by a soldier, that was when she attacked." The creature sighed "but, your majesty. She seemed to have magic, her hands glowed a gold sparkle, and a tree fell on top of my head which is why...im carrying this ice patch"

"Take me to her, please" caspian orderd kindly.

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*1 day earlier*

"I wont forget you, grandmother" y/n sniffled a little. Tears stained under her light brown eyes, the light blush in her cheeks seemed redder from trying to hold in more sobs. Her grandmother, in a deathbed. Barely able to move a finger.

"I know...my dear." Grandmother smiled lightly. Y/n reached her hands. "Promise me...you'll be smart, and you'll believe" grandmother dropped a small tear, in which y/n wiped away.

"Believe?" Y/n curiously asked, her grandmother glanced at the second drawer from her bedroom, y/n let go of her grandmother hand, opening the drawer.

"The box"

Y/n grabbed the beautiful designed box, therr were four carved in designs. Y/n glanced at her grandmother. She opened the box, and a necklace came in eyes.

"Put it on" grandmother smiled, so y/n did. It was a beautiful flower designed, it seemed to be from a fantasy world kind of necklace. Y/n stared at it, but her grandmothers voice, put y/ns eyes back to her grandma.

"It is my time, my journey is done, I've explored my life, now it is time for you to start yours" her grandmother smiled at her, grandmother slowly reached to grab y/ns face, bringing it close to hers.

Y/ns tears dropped in her grandmother's cheek, foreheads touching each other, both closed their eyes.

"I love you..."

"I love you..more grandmother" y/n opened her eyes to see her grandmothers closed. She wasn't gone, but her breathing was slowling down from seconds. Finally, the hand that held y/ns face slowly let go, falling into the now dead angels body. Y/ns broke into sobs, head falling to her grandmothers chest.

Everything fell apart all of a sudden, her heart was stinging painfully, she could barely breathe, hiccups interrupting every sob that came out of her mouth. Her hands were fisted yurning red as her nails pushed through her skin.

The doctors came in, a hand touching y/ns shoulder taking her out of the room. Hugging her.

Michie

"S-shes gone" y/n cried. Michie had slow tears running down his eyes.

"I know." He utterd. "Hey look at me, everything is gonna be okay"

"No. First it was mum, then my father and now grandma....who else can i possibly lose" y/n cried again. Michie 45 Year old nurse, delivered y/n when she was a baby.

"You wont lose anyone anymore, i promise. "

"Please...dont promise somthing you cant keep. Everyone i care for..leave me."

Y/n pulled away, wiping her tears off with her sleeve, "i, uh. I need air"

Y/n, walked away, hiccups coming and going. She felt nothing, all y/n wanted was to fall into eternal sleep. And never wake up. She wanted to die, her mother died from giving birth to y/n. Y/ns father, henry had blamed her for it. Abused her even. Made her starve, made her want to die. Her grandmother was the only one, sho ever cared for her, so now. She walked barefoot, the sand touching her toes beautifully. She thought that if that was the last day on earth might as well be at the most beautiful place in all eternity, for one last time.

The beach.

The sound of the waves made her heartbeat go quicker, the sound of the pidgeons making her open her eyes to look up at the sky. The feeling of the sand made her remember memories if when her and her grandmother used to throw sand at each other playfully. Her tracks stopped, facing the water fully. She slowly walked up to the water. The cold water touching her toes making her hiss and yelp, but she didn't stoo walking.

Now, the water from where she was now, stopped up to her chest. She let out a long lasting sigh, before dropping her body weight down the ocean, she swam deeper, finally she stopped. The salty water stinging y/ns brown eyes. Her body started to move as she felt herself losing her breath.

Her eyes slowly losing its strength, she always thought the ocean was beautiful. The beautiful blue, the waves. The way it shined when the sun or moon was in eyes. The way it was described in stories. The sand, everything about it made y/n love it.

But, now she understood when people said 'the most beautiful things can be the most dangerous'

The ocean was dangerous. Yet y/n still did not fear it. Her eyes now fully closed, but before they went shut, she saw a small gold glowing light close to her face.

Her vision left her body. As well as her soul.

Or so she thought.

*now*

Still in the ocean, it was like she had barely stepped in, she was breathing perfectly fine. It was like everything that was on her mind became the complete opposite. Like she had a reason to live.

And the funny thing was, she wanted to live. She had no clue why, but for some reason, she moved her legs, following, her hands. Letting out a gasp as she reached shore.

But she was no longer in the beach she was raised in...well she was. But instead she wasn't in london...she was somewhere else.

On her side...was a big house...more alike castle, and she heard metals hitting each other. She flinched in fear.

She wasn't home.

She ran through the woods. But ran even faster as she heard men? Shout running even quicker towards her.

She was now gasping in tiredness as her barefret touched the sharp branches.

Once she stopped, she heard shouts from different areas.

"HEY!" A big buffy voice was heard. She turned around, to see a soldier, with a sword. He was withen only a second away before he could wound her.

He swinged his sword, making a large cut down her arm. She hissed in pain, as he was going to swing again, this time she bend down, her hands going up. She heard nothing but silence.

As she glanced up, a good light appeared in her hands, for some reason, the gold light was sucking in the water that was on y/ns body creating a small dagger looking.

It immediately cut down a tree, hitting someone, but before she could see who it was, someone smacked y/n's head, blacking out.

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Y/n woke up in a dark corner. She moved but her hand was still bleeding, as she tried to move carefully, her hands seemed to be trapped, by something, magical.

Her arm was cut down bleeding still, her head hurt.

And she was still wet. Yet, no matter how wounded she was. Her heart hurt the most.

Nothing, no wound. No cause of blood hurts more than losing someone you spent all your life with.

Tears seemed to suddenly fall, because tears started dripping down on y/ns legs.

It was dark, cold.

If y/n didn't die from drowing...she hoped she would die then and there.

-

Caspian walked in the dungeons, two guardsmen each side of him in case of any protection.

Jepsen in behind him. It had been four hours since they imprisoned her.

The cell she was in was incredibly dark. One of the gaurdmen opened a small window. The light of the sun turned to where the girl was.

Caspians eyes widened. She was bruised. Her arm was blooded. Her arm was blooded as well.

She seemed to hardly be breathing. Caspian only hoped this girl deserved what she got otherwise he'd have to have a talk with the guards.

"Hello?" Caspian spoke, the girl flinched, looking towards him. He could barely see her. But he saw how she flinched. And for some reason...he felt sad because of it.

"H-hello.." the girls soft voice was heard. It was raspy, wounded...and seemed to be heartbroken.

"Come out into the light" Caspian told her lightly. She scoffed and groaned.

"I would if i could"

"Why cant you?"

"My arm.." she groaned again, this time a light cry came out with it. Caspian grabbed the Keys and immediately opened it.

He walked towards the body on the floor, and bend down.

"Are you alright?" He asked concernly, y/n yet again chuckled. "No"

The light hit her arm, and he felt anger. If she was a threat why was he angry?

"What is your name?" He asked.

"Y-y/n" y/n responded. Caspian nodded and smiled lightly at the name, grabbing her arm gently, picking her up.

He took her at the light, and froze completely when he saw her. Not because be was afraid or because she was a threat. But because of her beauty. Her beautiful big light brown eyes, her small buttoned nose, her lushy pink lips. Her long brown light hair.

She seemed like a godess. But her eyes, both her eyes had brown, but in the corners if you really focused you could see a hint of blue spots.

"And who are you?"

"Caspian" he responded, "Caspian the tenth, king of narnia"

Narnia... the story her grandmother used to tell her as a child.

"Narnia?" "No...narnia is made up story my gr-grandmother told me when i was a child" y/n utterd the last part. Looking around.

She finally looked at him. She froze. His beautiful dark mysterious chocolate eyes, his defined face shape, sharp jaw, the small mole under his eyes.

He was incredibly handsome.

"How did you get here?" Caspian asked.

"I uh" she didn't want to say the truth, and she had no right to. She barely knew the man.

"I went out for a swim..and my necklace-- my necklace!" Y/ns eyes turned to the cell looking for her grandmothers necklace.

"Woah, woah...what necklace"

"The necklace my grandmother gave me, it was in my neck-....i had it" she was talking around the cell.

"We'll find it"

"No, no- Ow!" She hissed as some dust fell on her arm making it sting.

"Lets get you healed, then we talk about what happened in the woods" he told her, his hands went up to her back, slowly guiding her out the cell.

She saw the creature assumed she hurt, she looked at him.

"Im sorry....ab-about your head" she apologized. The creature seemed to be shocked and apologetic.

He nodded his head and an acceptance to her apology.

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Caspian stood outside the room, they were healing her in. He barely knew the woman and he seemed to not want to leave her side already.

Every hiss, or yelp. He would wince.

Finally after a minute of silence, the door opened and he walked in.

Y/n had a large bandage in her arm, her head was also patched up.

A small bucket beside her was filled with bloody water.

She glanced at him, but then continued to rub her un injured hand on her neck. She looked at the ground.

"Im not a threat, and i didn't know i could do what i did. Im sorry if i harmed any of your men, but i really need to get home..."

"Not yet." Caspian sat next to her. He had some suspicions while waiting.

"Why were you going out on a swim?" He asked her, she looked down and gulped. He didnt know the man, yet she trusted him with everything.

But she lied.

"I love the ocean, grew up near it. Wanted to swin because i was bored"

Caspian sighed, "you know, when you lie you fiddle with your fingers, and you lick your lips?" Caspian smirked at her.

"What were you really doing?" He asked, kindly. Sympathetically. As if he knew exactly what she was doing.

"I wanted to kiss myself. I hated my life so i wanted to end it.."

"But?"

Y/n chuckled, "but, as i was in the water..felt likeni had just jumped into, and i was breathing just fine. I felt like i had another reason to live" y/n utterd the last.

"And?'

"And...that feeling left when you came" y/n looked at him...

"Who are you really king Caspian?" Y/n smirked at him.

"Caspian the tenth, used to be prince of telmar, saved by my professor, son of King Caspian the 9th and Queen arabella, emperor of the lone lslands...and a man who was saved by four pevensies"

"Pevensies?" Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. It cant be, if....so. then the stories her grandmother told her were true.

"Yes, peter pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, susan pevensie and lucy. Lucy pevensie"

There it was, the name of her grandmother.

"Lucy pevensie" y/n muttered.

"Is the name familiar?" Caspian asked.

Y/n smiled sadly. Nodded her face.

"You didn't ask but, who i am. Is y/n Lucille pevensie, daughter of Eve Pevensie. Eve pevensie was the daughter of lucy. Lucy pevensie"

Caspians eyes widened.

"What time are you from?" He asked her.

" 2021, july 10th, Saturday" y/n told him. She looked sad.

"Theres another reason, of why you drowned yourself, wasnt there?"

"My mother died giving birth to me. Leaving me and my father henry, but henry blamed me..abused me. So, my grandmother lucy took me in . Today..in london she passed." Caspian tensed.

Y/ns eyes startes to water.

"She was the only thing i had...and it got taken from me. Just like everyone else, the necklace was the only thing i had from her...and i lost that too"

"Now you have me, and a kingdom"

Y/n smiled at him, as well as Caspian did too.

-

*10 years later*

Both king and Queen are now 30 years old.

Y/n sat down the beautiful green grass staring as her eldest son, silas played with her little sister, Lucinda. The two giggled, making y/n smile down at her children.

As Lucinda saw a flower, she picked it up, walking towards her mother, giving it to her.

"Her, y'go mommy" Lucinda smiled sweetly. Y/n closed her book, smiled at her daughter.

"Thank you my love, oh, its a dandelion" y/n grinned, silas ran up to y/n falling into her arms. Y/n giggled.

"Daddy!" Silas grinned getting up fro. Y/ns arms running towards his father. Caspian smiled widely, picking up silas, silas on his hip. Caspian walked towards Lucinda and Y/n with wide smiles.

"How are my girls?" Caspian smiled, kissing lucindas head, but then pecking y/ns mouth

"No!" Lucinda groaned, smacking Caspians face with her small hand making Caspian and y/n all gasp with smiles.

"My'mommy" Lucinda covered y/ns face with her face. Y/n kissed lucindas nose, then cheeks making Lucinda giggle.

"Im all yours my love" y/n told her daughter. Lucinda gasped in little happiness sticking her tounge out to Caspian.

"She's definitely a mini you" Caspian told y/n with a short laugh. It was pretty clear he showed a little jealousy.

"Your so upset shes more like me, check out your son casp...he's literally your twin, only 24 years younger" y/n smiled. Caspian looked at his wife with love.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Y/n smiled at him. He shaked his head, kissing lucindas head.

"Thank you" Caspian said. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. "Thank you..for giving me the family i never had"

Y/n..looked at him, before calling lady Margaret.

"Yes, your majesty?" "Hey, do you mind bathing silas and Lucinda, for me please i'd do it but me and my husband need to talk" y/n smiled kindly at lady margret

"Yes, your majesty"

"Thank you"

After lady margret, left Caspian stared at y/n with worry making her giggle. Caspian smiled at the sound.

The sound he had so much fallen in love with. He looked at her.

"You deserve it. And so much more, i love you my brave king." Y/n told him with a smile.

"You came into my life..like you belonged in it...and you do. The day we met was the day i could have died...but because you were out there i didn't. You have no idea..how much i love you" Caspian had small hints of tears in his eyes.

Y/n grabbed his hand, slowly placing it in her flat stomach. She caressed his hand, she bit her lip preventing her from smiling.

He looked at her, eyes wide opened. His heartbeat beating absolutely rapidly.

"Are yo-" y/n nodded, tears appearing in her eyes. Caspian broke into a wide grin.

"We're....were gonna be parents again?" Caspian smiled bringing y/n down his lap, both his hands on her waist, his thumbs caressing her flat tummy. He kissed her exposed shoulderblade.

He kissed her cheek, her nose, then her lips, making y/n giggled. She moved on his lap making let out a small groan.

"Do you uhm...remember what we did last week after the ceremony?" Caspian smirked at her, y/n nodded.

"What so you say...we take this celebration to the our beschambers?"

Y/n let out a small laugh before getting up, Caspian grabbed her hand happily.

Both king and queen spent the evening tangled in each others arms, both tired of the beautiful love making.

Caspians hands on y/na stomach as he was behind her, cuddling her. Time to time kissing her shoulder.

"I love you my Queen"

"I love you most, my King"

----

Y/ns life wasn't good, she met the love of her life by drowing herself. She had horrible things in life..but she lived through it all...and it gave her the life she had now.

2 amazing children, an amazing husband, a baby who was going to be absolutely loved on the way

A kingdom who absolutely adored her.

Lucy pevensie watched her through it all with a proud smile, along with her siblings.

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The Situation-Part 2

Warnings: Mentions of Menstrual cycle, Gender bent! Dean Winchester, Some Cursing,  I can’t remember anything else at the moment but I hope y’all enjoy!

Pairing: None

Characters: Gender Bent! Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Rowena and Jody are mentioned, Castiel

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy!!

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Previously:

Sam said, “Oh C’mon Dean it can’t be that bad, you're just being overdramatic.”

I looked shocked… “How dare you. No. How dare you say that to me.”

“Drama queen” Sam laughed back

“Excuse me?!” I said shocked  “I was about to conquer the world. I was this close. Don’t you call me drama queen!” I spat at him… “Now look at me, I feel like I have a blender in my pelvis, my breasts hurt, and I simultaneously want chocolate pudding pie and want to puke… what happened to me? The only positive here is that I’m kinda hot.” I said as I choked, near tears.

Cass responded from the doorway, “perhaps it was the witch that you called, ‘a spineless weak little girl’ that we killed yesterday.”

Dean looked at Cass and said “Oh shit… alright Sam, get those things for me please. Cass, call Rowena…

Sam said, “And what are you going to do?”

“Me? I’m making a triple decker bacon cheeseburger and fries, a chocolate milkshake, and a shit ton of mozzarella sticks… then I’m eating myself into a food coma.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know Sam, WHY ARE  MY INTERNAL ORGANS SHEDDING?! NONE OF THIS MAKES SENSE YET HERE WE ARE!” I screamed as I stomped off into the kitchen.

“How is he?” I heard Sam ask as he came through the bunker's garage with bags.

“So far, he hasn't torn up anything too badly. But he's been on a, what you humans call emotional roller coaster.” I heard Cass say as gently as possible

“What?”

“Well it started when he couldn't find the buns for the cheeseburger…”

“What happened?”

“Well, he started rummaging through every shelf we had. Then when he couldn't find it he started crying until I found it. Then he couldn't find the mozzarella sticks and he started screaming about how he can never find anything, then he couldn't find the chocolate ice cream and he started panicking…. He eventually stomped off into his room...  ”

“Ok let me talk to him”

“Dean” Said Sam as he knocked on my, his brother turned sisters, room, “ I got you a camisole and some jeans that may fit, the underwear, pads,a heating pad for the pain, plus a few hairties for your hair since you said that it was getting on your nerves over the phone…”

“Come in”I mumbled as I tried to sit up in the bed.

“I talked to Jody again, she said that working out or walking can help with the cramping, it helps tense and release…”

“The uterine walls contract making the lining shed with less pain, yeah I know… I was reading up on it.” I said as I gripped my pelvis, the pain was throbbing sometimes and searing the next minute… it was ridiculous. No matter how I stood, laid, or sat it wouldn’t go away, so I texted Jody and she said a warm shower helps, so I did that as soon as I possibly could, I actually just got out.

“So, are you gonna workout or?”

“HELL NO, Sammy, I can’t even sneeze without my underwear looking like ‘The Shining’ I quipped as I snatched the bag of supplies and scurried off to the bathroom.

“I thought you’d say that… so I heard that you didn’t get too far in making your food, huh?” asked Sam as he walked up to the door that I closed to the bathroom.

“Yep, got so frustrated, so angry, it sucked,” I said as I took off the new boxers… only to find at least a gash wounds worth of blood…. There goes the third pair today… and I have to pee again.

As soon as I sat down I heard Sam ask,

“So why don’t we go to the bar?” .

“I could go for some whiskey….” I said as the telltale rip of a pad being opened resonated through the bathroom. I then grabbed the panties and slid them on… it’s so weird I’m used to slipping these off of women and now they’re on me.

“How is everything going in there, Dean?” Asked Sam, he remembered what it was like with Jess, she had really bad periods, sometimes she couldn’t even make it to class because of the pain, at least that’s what he’d tell me whenever we talked about domestic life. Lisa was the opposite, always up and going, I could never tell when she was on hers...

“Well, you’d think beheading a werewolf would be more blood than this, but you’d be wrong,” I said as I swiped another handful of toilet paper and wiped for the twelfth time… It never ends, I went through two rolls already… TWO ROLLS!

After I pulled up the underwear with the pad on it I felt weird immediately….. I feel like a baby with a diaper on. It was even worse when I pulled out the jeans, they look like they’d fit but they look so tight, and they don’t have enough room for my hips. As I shimmied the denim up I could feel the sweat gathering on my brow, I could’ve sworn that I was smaller in the morning… then I remembered… water retention, which also explains the sweating.  By the time they were buttoned, I welcomed the comfort of a shirt with a little more breathability.

As soon as I put on the camisole I breathed semi-easily. I grabbed the hair ties and tied up my hair into a ponytail and grabbed the boots that were hidden at the bottom of the bag. Then I opened the door.

Sam’s jaw was wide open as I looked at him… “WHAT?” I said agitated….

“Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re kinda hot,” said Sam as he was almost horrified at what he was saying.

“Listen, it isn’t nearly as weird for you as it is for me, where’s Rowena?” I asked.

“She’s a few days out… she’s gonna be here as soon as possible,” said Sam.

“Great, just great… I need food and alcohol, a whole lot of alcohol.” I said almost defeated as I slid on my boots.

“Alright let’s head out.” said Sam.

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The minute I stepped into the Impala I had issues. For one, the wheel was way too high, then I couldn’t reach the pedals, and then the mirrors had to be adjusted, I just gave a huff and threw the keys at Sam, knowing that him driving is going to be easier.

When I slid into the passenger’s side I scared myself, I looked at the rear view mirror and I actually thought that it was a different person in my car. Things only got weirder when we went to the bar.

I immediately slammed a fifth of whiskey and started to nurse a beer as I listened to Guns n’ Roses play on the jukebox.

“Dean, you’ve gotta slow down” whispered Sam.

“Sammy, never tell a man who’s hemorrhaging from his junk to slow down when drinking..” I growled.

After I told the bartender what I wanted to eat, which was everything I continued downing my beer.

Then I heard something… a whistle…

“Hey gorgeous,” said a man. He had the longest rattiest beard I’d ever seen.

“I know you aren’t talking to me… I know he isn’t talking to me,” I looked to Sammy, only to find him trying to hold a laugh in.

“Yeah I am, a fine piece of ass like you, can’t blame me for lookin and wantin to talk to you, at least tell me your name.”

“Deannnaa.. Deena, my name’s Deena, you happy now?” I growled as Sammy choked on his drink.

“I won’t be happy until you’re in my bed, sweetheart.”

“ALRIGHT LISTEN HERE ZZ TOPP!” I yelled and Sam interrupted me..

“What my girlfriend is trying to say is that she isn’t interested… right sweetie?” Sam said.

I put on my best smile as I said with all the sarcasm that I could muster, “Yeah pumpkin, M’sorry, just had a rough day.”

"what's wrong with you, are you on your period or somethin'?" said the guy with a twinge of a laugh.

I gave him the death stare as I said "Walk away..... Fuckin’ walk away from me"

“I’d listen to her, she’s deadly, “ said Sam.

“What, are you whipped or somethin’ lettin a little girl control you?” Said the man.

“Not whipped, just smarter than you…” said Sam as he looked to me.

“C’mon Baby, just have a seat, don’t worry about him, we didn’t even eat yet.” Said, Sam, as he guided me back to the chair.

As soon as the man left we looked to each other and I said "We are NEVER speaking of this again" and he replied with "Wouldn't dream of it... never happened" It was then that we clanked our beer bottles together…

“Bitch,” I said under my breath,

“Jerk”.

After a bunch of bar food and way too many drinks, I found myself leaning on Sammy…

“Sammy, but suuuuurrrrously… my tits are amazing… they’re so soft and perky… Pillows on my ssheesttt…”

“Dean you’re hammered” said Sam as he watched me grab on to his arm.

“And you’re so ssttrrronngg, like holly shiit. I reemmmeebbburr when you’s a little baby…. Tiniest little thhingg now look a’ chu!! A fuckin’ Adonis on moose legs! Hoow? I have nuuu fuckin’ clue!”

“Annnd that’s definitely enough for you… looks like your metabolism changed too.” Mumbled Sammy.

“WHAAAA NUUUUUUUU I NEED MOORE!!!” I screamed.. “BARKEEP ANOTHER… HA SEE WHAT I DIID THERR SAMMY? THOR, GOD OF THUNDER… I’m gonna call you Thor from now on…” I then petted his hair, “SO soft...like my…”

“OKAY, thanks for the drinks, I’m gonna take her home now.” Said Sam to the bartender.

The second I went to get up my legs gave and Sammy caught me, he carried me like a toddler to Baby as I yelled, “HA! I KNEW IT, SO STRONG… LOOK…. PICKING ME UP LIKE A PIECE UH PAPER!”

Soon I felt myself plop down in Baby’s back seat…

As soon as Baby’s engine roared to life I said, “Hey Sammy?”

“Yeah Dean?”

“I’m glad you came back…”

“What?”

“After Jess… was afraid you’d pull away… that I’d lose you for good, y’know… but you didn’t… Maybe it’s selfish of me or maybe it’s the booze but I’m happy you came back… I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You would’ve been fine,” said Sammy.

“No I wouldn’t have been ‘fine’. I wasn’t fine when you were gone either… I missed you. Had no idiot little brother to nag me about my Nirvana tapes. Would’ve never had fun like I had tonight, wouldn’t have anything without you.”

“Shut up… Missed you too…”

“We’re a team, right Sammy?”

“Yeah… yeah we are…”

“Mmmm I knew it” I said as I passed out.

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[ultralaser]

i'm just gonna go ahead and spoil the fuck out of hellboy 2019 bc it's awful and i can't think of a good reason not to

thomas haden church shows up as lobster johnson! but he looks ridiculous, like, a cheap halloween costume version compared to, say, the period costumes in captain america or wonder woman. and he has NO SET UP so he just comes off like a joke, it's not, oh this is a wierd noir pulp hero in **gotham city**, it's, lobster johnson, nazi hunter. is hellboy a world with cool superheroes, and if so, why isn't hellboy one of them? is he an x men now? idk it doesnt work tho

baba yaga shows up! she has a house on chicken legs that's rendered beautifully, but then she has one of the worst face prosthetics i've ever seen, it literally looks like a cheap monster mask from party city. so much for the grace and elegant spookiness of a doug jones suit, this baba yaga mask can't even lip sync well

guy davis kaiju demons show up! but they aren't, cool, they're just, they have as much screen time as the ogdru jahad in hellboy 04, but they show up and start just gruesomly killing ppl, like same with thr giants fight earlier on, the movie uses the r rating to push a lot of just dismemberment, disembowelment, graphic bodily harm, it's gross and mean and dumb and out of character for the comics. therr's the helicopter shot of the tall man walking through the tower bridge, then two bat demons fky up in front of him and tear someone in half and all their guts fall out. what? why

king arthur and merlin show up! merlin is, christian for some reason? and king arthur is boring. this sequence is nearly saved by ian mcshane's narratiom, but not really. witches bad, she created a plague but not, the plague? england is the most important place in history, blah blah, no. king arthur legend of the sword does more with excalibur as a magic artifact, and drunk merlin from transformers the last knight is way more compelling than Christian Merlin, warrior for god

they do the quick ww2 origin flashback, ala thomas and martha wayne, joe chill, pearls. kroenen is there and looks bad, ilsa looks fine, rasputin, tbh feels like they got the same actor who did a poor job in 04, he's generic in a boring way, the whole scene is unnecessary

okay, so, then halfway! through, after hellboy has been sent to england to help the rebel general from rogue one, and they name their perennial giant hunt 'the wild hunt', and they all betray hellboy and stab him with a bunch of spears, and are killed brutally by giants, and then hellboy brutally kills the giants, and is rescued by new girl, who talks to ghosts and was rescued by hellboy from being replaced by a fairy changeling (who is back, running around putting milla back together after king arthur dismembered her and locked her still-living pieces in boxes around england?), and hellboy both knows her from all along but also hasnt been back since, and knows shes a psychic but also hasnt seen her since she was a baby, depending on the scene?

THEN finally daniel dae kim's ben daimio shows up, and he's NOT EVEN IN THE BPRD, he's with british intelligence, and he takes hank's anti-mutation polyjuice serum from days of future past to repress his were-jaguar form, and he has a special gun designed to KILL HELLBOY because he doesnt trust him not to be the actual devil, despite, HIMSELF, being cursed with a monstrous destiny

the scene in the trailer with hellboy, new girl, and daimio on a bprd mission, with hellboy punching daimio to activate his hulking out? THAT'S IN THE **SIX MONTHS LATER** EPILOGUE. the movie ENDS with the three of them finding abe sapien

so this whole thing? is a fucking ORIGIN STORY. it is EVERY SUPERHERO MOVIE FROM 78 TO IRON MAN TWO, it is ONE HERO, ALONE, IN A WORLD WITH NO OTHER HEROES. it's not even the x-men because they're not recruiting hellboy to join their team, it's like if the x-men were just xavier and logan and a nunch of fbi guys.

meanwhile, ddk and new girl are both americans doing british accents, david harbour is still playing hellboy as a 75 year old teenager, and ian mcshane, bless him, is just playing ian mcshane

also, just, i think the intent was for harbour to play it as the stone right hand is just really heavy? but it ends up looking like a cosplayer who misjudged the weight of his prop hand an hour into the con. i want to say del toro did a better job of making it look like, this is actually hellboy's hand, and not, this is ron perlman wearing a wierd prosthetic.

and also, amazing advances in prosthetic technology aside, why didnt they just get dave bautista, if they wanted surly hellboy, or dwayne johnson, if they wanted comic accurate charming hellboy, because neither of those dudes would have needed a muscle suit. hellboy ends up (AGAIN) looking like one of the fucking dwarves in the hobbit, who wore fat suits to look like they were built like john rhys davies, but if they turn their head wrong you can see their prosthetics floating like trump's wig

have the balls to give him his wierd jawline from the comic, or don't fucking bother

okay, okay. OKAY. so, you guys remember the BLOOD TORNADO from blade one, the 'original ending' on the dvd where frost turns into a whirling vortex of blood, and they superimpose the dorff's torso just kind of leaning out of it? and it looked awful both because it's super fake anyways but also unfinished? so, there is an EXTENDED scene where professor mcshane comes back as a ghost, and it's ian mcshane's head pasted onto a super fake ectoplasm tail coming out of new girl's mouth (which also, gross), and they forgot to give him a neck, and he's naked? and it's awful and only not laughable bc, frankly, ian mcshane is a treasure and spends the whole moving swearing a lot

and honestly, the most annoying part is that hellboy 19 cribs the ending from hellboy 04 where hellboy is about to give in to his cursed destiny and join team evil, until some white dude says 'no, stop, you have a choice thanks to your father'

hellboy popped into our plane in 1944 and it is 2019, dude is SEVENTY FIVE YEARS OLD. he is smarter than this shit, or at least, old enough to know better. i'm half his age and i can tell when someone is not negotiating in good faith.

and at least in 04 he was doing it to save liz, in the new movie witch milla ALREADY KILLED IAN MCSHANE and it still takes ghost mcshane to cuss hellboy out back to team good, talking him into using EXCALIBUR to rekill her instead of, destroying the world

and do they reconcile that EXCALIBUR was the key to the hellmouth, that hellboy pulling the sword from the stone started the biblical apocalypse? that england is the villain here? no, they joke that now hellboy is king.

OMG and i forgot merlin shows up again to tell hellboy HE IS LITERALLY DESCENDED FROM KING ARTHUR. his human witch mother fucked satan in the 1600s and gave birth to hellboy in hell, and then four hundred years later rasputin and the nazis summon him to earth as he's still a baby. does this make sense? no. is it comics canon. idk, who cares, it's BAD.

this movie is B A D in almost every way, it is amazing how bad it is. it is clearly a 'gritty' remake of the 2004 film, not in any way a new take on the comics. there are FIFTEEN YEARS of new bprd comics put out since that film for these guys to riff on, and they are still fundamentally misrepresenting beloved characters while also just, making up new bullshit.

but when del toro did that, it was del toro's cool bullshit. this is hellboy from the guys who said 'lets have jaime rape cersei on joffrey's tomb'

[orgroarts]

Lord and Hunter, Part 11: A Needed Respite

The four stood before the gates, of the remnants of the ruined city of Skrallingdjar, to look for a place to sleep for the night. All the houses they saw were damaged to some degree, ranging from a few small scrapes on its outside walls to a half broken-down wreck of a house. Skrallingdjar was bigger than it appeared from the outside. Most of the buildings were from a white clay-like stone, chiseled from one piece. A few tall towers dotted out from between the buildings like mushrooms between the moss.  ‘’Where to, guys?’’ Padlock stepped through the burst-open gate. His stomach turned when he saw it splattered with blood and cracked with claw-marks. The ground, as well, was dirtied and did not feel right. Therr too got a nasty feeling from the place. He shifted around constantly and howled softly.  ‘’Guys?’’ Padlock turned around and was struck with confusion.  Morg was knelt down in front of him, holding Einkill down by the scruff of his neck. ‘’Morg, what is all this?’’ Padlock asked. He shivered and rubbed his arms with his hands. Therr bumped his head against Padlock’s arm.  ‘’You had said you would postpone your judgement of me until we had arrived in the city, and so likewise would I judge over this dwarf. Now that we are here, I await in prayer.’’ Morg replied in one go, holding his free hand over the emblem of his chest. Einkill, while struggling to get away, looked around in a bit of a scared daze.  Padlock crossed his arms and leaned on the back of his feet, grinning. He’d never thought that Morg would take things this seriously. But alright, he needed a healing meat-tank that could protect him and the group.  ‘’Well then, Morg... I uh-’’ He felt the nasty buzz on his horns once more. As if something did not like his train of thought. ‘’Morg, I have decided that you should stay with me-’’ Therr bumped Padlock’s arm again, rougher this time. ‘’No.’’ ‘’-That you should stay with US!’’ Padlock corrected himself, and Therr kept bumping Padlock’s arm. ‘’Nooooo! He bad choice!’’ Padlock only groaned. ‘’What? Do you want to go for a walk, what?’’ Therr stamped on the floor and jerked his head side to side. ‘’HE BAD!’’  Morg stood up, still with Einkill’s neck tight in his hand. The small dwarf started hiccuping and gasping for air. ‘’Distance yourself, Gnoll. My judgement over Einkill is not yet over.’’ Therr did not like this one bit. Instead of stepping back, he put a padded foot forward and grabbed his spear to do some harm to Morg.  The buzz on his horns urged Padlock to do something about this, it seemed.  And so he did.  Padlock stood in front of Therr and reached out. ‘’STOP it for once! They are our FRIENDS now, damnit!’’ He slapped Therr hard in the face.  Therr fell backwards from the hit that he didn’t expect. And where Padlock expected the gnoll to immediately spring back up to bite down his throat, Therr only sat there and stared at him with those big, glazed eyes.  ‘’Uh... Buddy?’’ Padlock hesitantly asked. He didn’t know what was going on, and that unnerved him. What the hell was this green power doing to him?  Therr blinked when he heard the noise. He looked blankly from Padlock, to Morg, to Einkill still struggling to breathe.  He then jolted up, and Padlock feared the worst- Until he was hugged to tightly that he too couldn’t breathe.  ‘’UH, BUDDY!’’ Therr yelled, holding his small friend up and wagging his tail like it was the end of the world.  ‘’T-Therr... I can’t breathe!’’ Padlock struggled to get loose, and he heard Einkill to his side, laughing. Morg put the small bandit down.  The paladin took a strict look at the dwarf. ‘’I need conclusion. Why did you steal all those belongings back when we had found you?’’  Einkill heaved until his head was clear once again, he wobbly stood up straight and looked at Morg. Despite standing on his toes, he could not even get to Morg’s shoulder-height.  ‘’I thought I’d told ye before, lad, but I’ll tell you once again.’’ Einkill let out a long sigh. ‘’I’d overheard of Skrallingdjar, when I got there, of a lack of attacks as of late. I-...’’ Morg did not lose sight of the small dwarf. ‘’Continue.’’ ‘’A-And as I... Wanted to leave town, I saw ‘em. Gnolls. A whole buttload of ‘em, lad. An’ I heard ‘em too. Howling and the like everywhere. Wasn’t nice, I tell ya.’’ Morg crossed his arms. ‘’And what does that have to do with the theft?’’ Einkill gulped. Time to tell the truth.  ‘’Ah’ stole those things so the gnolls couldn’t get to ‘em. I was going ta’ bring them back, I swear! But, now that’ve seen this...’’ Einkill dragged his boot through the dust. ‘’It’s not really necessary anymore, it is?’’ Therr had carried Padlock to the others and flopped him down on the ground. ‘’I hear gnoll?’’ Padlock wheezed. Air!  Einkill started sweating profusely. ‘’N-Nay?’’ But Morg’s face turned somewhat. There was some emotion, but what it was? Perhaps puzzled thought, perhaps comprehension. They weren’t sure.  ‘’An evil action to be overruled by good intent. So it be. I shall take you along, dwarf. If we find survivors, we will bring them back their belongings.’’ And Einkill perked up after hearing this, jumping in the air and clapping his boots together. ‘’Aye then, lad! Let’s go!’’  Padlock, out of breath, pointed at the sky, and at the dark clouds covering a red-pink moon. ‘’-Go find a place to sleep.’’ The four now-friends went through the gates and searched high and low for a suiting resting place. Yet all they could find were torn-down bricks of white splattered with red. The ground was littered with broken pottery, weapons, and a bone, snapped in half here and there.  It made everyone uncomfortable, safe for Therr, who dimly sniffed through the ruins to find something. Padlock wondered what the hell he had done, for the gnoll to behave like this. It seemed to surprise the others as well.  ‘’Lord Padlock, may I ask what made the gnoll change his behaviour?’’ ‘’Nnnoooooo idea, Morg-buddy.’’  ‘’Wha’ever ya did, I’m glad. Now he won’t snap at us again.’’ ‘’Hope so, Einkill... Hey-’’ ‘’Ye?’’ ‘’Glad to have you on the team. Both of you.’’  On their way they passed a dark alley, which seemed surprisingly clean compared to the rest of the ravaged city. The others walked on ahead, but Padlock stood still as something caught his eye in the near-dark.  Books.  ‘’Guys... Hold up. Morg, did this place have libraries?’’ Padlock asked, nearing the darkened alleyway.  Morg stood still and nodded, turning his head to the building next to the small alley. Something in an unknown language was cut from the stone above the doorway. ‘’Yes.’’  Therr scurried over to the doorway and sniffed around inside. ‘’Smells like paper!’’ He yelled out. It hummed around inside of the dark building. ‘’Bleh!’’ He pulled his head out and sat near the entrance instead, sniffing at broken pottery that was scattered here and there.  Einkill took a good look around from a distance, and saw a couple of weathered and fallen-down statues in the midst of a large open space. ‘’Must’ve been the centre o’ town.’’  Padlock had walked over to the books, looking at the pile that was neatly stacked, with a puddle of dark-red flowing dangerously close by. Quickly, Padlock lifted the two books -who looked the most intact- in his own arms and carried them away, so that they wouldn’t get wet. He left the alley and re-joined his team.  ‘’Let’s sleep here.’’  Morg frowned, with one hand on the hilt of his great-axe. ‘’Why so? Should we not search for any survivors, or any lingering threats inside this city?’’ Therr turned himself to Morg, and his face seemed to change emotions every few seconds. He was thinking.  ‘’Nuh-uh! When gnolls attack, they leave nothing alive! No flee-people, no survivorrrrrs...-’’ - ‘’No corpses.’’ Padlock gulped. That explained the red.  Morg took one more good look around. ‘’Then we shall rest. I have not slept since I departed towards the forest.’’ He did indeed look very tired. Padlock, with the books still in his hands, entered the house closest to the library. It was a small, dingy white-stone building, but apart from the big hole in the front it was left mostly intact. Once inside, Padlock saw it had only a small couch, one bed and one small table in it.  ‘’Nice.’’ He laughed sarcastically. ‘’Guess we’ll have to take turns.’’ Therr noticed the small building, took a running start inside and threw himself onto the table, breaking it on half. He fell asleep shortly after. Einkill heard this and laughed so hard he started to cry. ‘’The wonders of nature!’’ He let out, and then leaned against one of the inner walls of the dingy house, wiping away the tears. He sat down on the nearly-torn bed and waited until his laughter simmered down. Morg sat down on the bench, letting out a deep sigh. He undid the weapons on his back and placed them against the wall next to him.  ‘’Sure ye’d sleep like that, lad?’’ Einkill asked, upon seeing Morg not taking off his armour. ‘’Why don’t ya take that stuff off and slip into somethin’ more... Comfortable?’’ Morg looked at Einkill with his usual strict expression.  ‘’No. I am most comfortable when I am impervious to most forms of attack.’’  Einkill smiled and raised his shoulders. ‘’I can get behind that.’’ Padlock leaned with his shoulder against the torn-down part of the building, staring at the ruined streets before him. He held the books tightly against himself.  ‘’Lord Padlock, you of all people should take some respite. I would gladly stand guard in your stead.’’ Padlock looked over his shoulder to Morg, which was quite difficult considering the green horn stuck on there, and slowly shook his head. ‘’No, Morg. Thank you, though. I’ll take Einkill’s advice and get rid of...’’ He looked at himself, and the ceremonial clothes that did not protect him from the elements, to say the least. He shivered, as the night was getting the dry, unpleasant kind of cold. ‘’Get rid of these. I’m gonna put on something new.’’  His tail flicked and hit the wall as he talked. Morg frowned. ‘’Be careful, Lord Padlock. Do you wish for me to guard you?’’ And once again Padlock shook his head.  ‘’Nah, thanks. Go take some rest. I’ll be back soon.’’ 

Padlock walked through the silent streets with one book under each arm. Despite all the carnage that had happened here, he found this place, in the dead of the night, to be a calm place. He didn’t know if that was the green talking or himself. He’d only wished to walk through Skrallingdjar when it was more, well... Alive. ‘’Shucks.’’ He sighed. ‘’Well, that sort of stuff can only happen to me, it seems.’’ He laughed it off as he walked around the town square. The broken-down statues, he thought, were telling him a story of prospering in times and places as dire as this. A story told by muted mouths, with years of delay, heard on deaf ears.  Padlock quickly walked on, until he found a building with fallen baskets in front of it. He knew what that meant. ‘’A shop.’’ He grinned. ‘’They must got some stuff. Sweet.’’ His thief-instinct bubbled up, and nearly he forgot that the horns on him even existed. For a small moment, he was once again a thief. One of opportunity, one of chance. And right he was. Inside the shop, when he put down the books somewhere on the corner of a table, he found a scarecrow, leaning lonely against a wall. All the stuff around the shop was scattered on the floor. The food, too. Breads, fruits and whatnot. No meat. Padlock scoffed. ‘’Gnolls.’’  The scarecrow was surprisingly untouched, and Padlock took that fact with utmost gratitude.  a few moments later, he had donned the clothes of the scarecrow, and tossed his own ceremonial robes to the floor like the useless scraps they were. Now at least, he had protection from the elements, and the marking on his chest was no longer seen. The tail and the horns on his shoulders, that was something to worry about for another day. He grabbed the books once more, and left the shop to find a place to read the books in peace.

Padlock came across a stone bench. He tried sitting on it, but his tail was in the way. He walked onward, and came across a broken wall, which he tried sitting on to balance the weight of his tail. That didn’t work either, for the small rocks sticking out of the wall were sharp and pointy. He walked onward once more. Then, Padlock stumbled past what appeared to be a watchtower. It stood somewhere along the outer wall. Padlock’s feet were getting tired and he needed a place to read these books. With a lack of other options, he pondered about how he could get up this tower. There were no stairs, as the tower consisted of one stone column, and the wooden ladder used to climb up the tower lay broken on the ground before him. It was probably destroyed during the attack.  Padlock thought and thought, walking around the watchtower again and again with the books under his arm. Then, he remembered.  ‘’I’ve gotten over that chasm before too, haven’t I? All I have to do is just- Turn into that bat-thing, and then I’m done!’’  So, with the books laid on the ground, he braced himself and shivered as he felt himself turning into the bat-like beast from before, squeaking and chittering with horns still protruding from his shoulders. He flapped clumsily for a few moments before grabbing the two books with his talons and flying upwards, spiralling up the watchtower and landing on its top with a thud.  Right on his face. But, at least he was on the tower. ‘’Need to work on that landing.’’ He joked to himself, and he opened the book and began reading. 

To his surprise, Padlock understood nothing of the book, despite it being filled to the brim with page upon page of manic scribbling, strange symbols and unsettling figures that brought a chill up Padlock’s spine. He went through page after page, reading but not comprehending, until he went to the last page. It was only covered in black ink, sprawled over the page with crude yet unnerving precision. Even the corners were covered. As Padlock tried making sense of this wreck of a book, he once again heard the humming from his horns. It seemed to be wanting to say something to him, yet it only sounded like blood rushing through his head. He touched the black page, and suddenly felt his hand being scorched in everything but physical form. Something painfully stung his hand and forced him to hold the book still while the dark page was suddenly being filled, line by rigid line, in a sickening green light.  It formed the shape of a horned demon-like being, with eyes that were but one colour, a tail of spikes, baring what appeared to be a gauntlet with ghastly whips around it. Padlock could not move his hand from the book, no matter how hard he tried yanking it away. It was only when the green out of his hand sprawled a name beneath the demon that he could let go: ‘’Unuthar, The Only True God, The Shameless, Bane of Rulers and Ruler of the Bane, Spiked Bringer of Faith. Swiftly may he return to join us in eternal flesh.’’ The horns on Padlock’s shoulders felt like they were tearing off his arms and the ones on his head nearly made his head burst. He slammed the accursed black book on the ground and stepped on it, trying to get rid of it once and for all. He looked on with a mix of relief and bewilderment when he stomped straight into a small heap of black ash and dust.  ‘’What... The hell?’’ He asked himself. The sting on his hand was all but gone, which he was very grateful for. After that... Happening, he almost felt hesitant to open the second book. But he knew that if he wanted answers, he needed to. This book was fragile, brittle. As if it had been handed from person to person over the centuries, and as if the book knew Padlock would be the last.  It had few pages in it, most either torn out, illegible or nonexistent. But those few pages that he could read, he studied with all the attention he could muster.  It looked like a diary of sorts, or maybe a journal. Whatever it was, this couldn’t have been written by a normal human’s hand. He read page upon page until he reached the one that struck his mind the most.  It was written with a blood-red ink, on a tar-black page. ‘’And when the One who is The Only Truth, Spreads out from the Mounts of Choul,  And entrusts only those of his Faith that he deems of worth,  That is when the Tarred Dragon will sprout from his cracked egg, To lead and spread us ever on.’’ So read the first verse. Padlock shuffled himself as he read on, leaning against the edge of the tower. He didn’t care. This book was already infinite times better than the previous, mostly because this one did not burn his hand in the slightest. In fact, it only blew his mind. He gulped, leaned back even more against the edge, and read the second verse as the world seemingly slid away around him. ‘’Thus when our Lord has been made flesh,  The hands on his horns will take their shape, Also to become the flesh moulded into flesh,  To become He Who Evokes, And He Who Gathers. They, the hands on Unuthar’s bright horns,  They become Riapsed and Modugno,  And They shall help our Lord claim and keep, What is rightfully ours to keep.’’ Second verse. Padlock’s eyes were fixed on the pages now. These words addled with him, entangled his attention with the letters. These texts had turned his world upside-down. Was this how he came to be? Who’d written this? Why was it here? He had so many questions that this book didn’t answer. But alas, a third verse remained. He flipped a page, and read on as he felt the sweat run up his spine. Every muscle inside him tensed up and his eyes were wide open against the page that was now almost glued to his hands, and to his eyes. He read on in the search of answers. ‘’So when the forlorn soul has been made of flesh, And kissed with the waters of a thousand-found guilt,  Struck in the heart and hit with the gift, Then that soul is reborn to us as Unuthar,  Reborn on the horned tops on the northern altar,  And that soul shall once again find its way to the Dark Mountain, Where Unuthar once arose before,  With the horde of lesser demons, our siblings, under its command, And they, our siblings in all but name, shall aid us, In rebirthing The Evoker and The Gatherer in a same amount of blood.’’

Padlock looked up from the last page of the tattered book when he heard a canid howl, far off into the night. He saw the grasslands far away from Skrallingdjar’s walls, but upside down. And when he looked at himself he wondered how the hell he spent all this time reading, subconsciously dangling from this watchtower, on his own tail.  No longer being enthralled by the verses brought him back to his senses. He was glad not to be completely under this ‘Only True God’s’’ control. He climbed back onto the railing of the tower, and breathed in the cold night air. 

‘’Well then, I best better get back before the sun comes up. The others need to know this.’’ When he closed the book down, it disintegrated like the first one did, and only a pile of dust was left which gathered on the ground below. Padlock thought of wether or not to go down yet, for he saw close to him the walls he could walk on, and another, taller tower.  ‘’A couple more minutes of rest couldn’t hurt.’’ He thought to himself, as he once more turned into the leathery bat-like beast with the horns, flying to the tallest tower in Skrallingdjar, which overlooked the entire city. Padlock could see where he and his friends had come from here: The city gates. He saw the hill this city was built against, its height nearly aligning with the crumbled temple up top. He even saw the library from here. Which was good, for now he had an advantage point. He leaned back against what was left of the tower, taking a couple of deep breaths and watching the smoke cloud out of his mouth. He laughed as he couldn’t help but remember the times he had overlooked a bustling, living city like this, when he was still a thief. Memories bubbled up, but were still stuck under a ooze-like layer of forgetfulness. But that wasn’t important now. Other things needed to come first before he could go back to that, if ever.  He had come far. Now to go even further.

Padlock silently stared ahead into the night, waiting for the morning.

[cotestuck]

"I am soorrrry..." you repeat, uncomfortable with having to disagree with your friend when you got him injured in the first place.

"I need too at least stem the bloooodfloow. Yoou have even less oof that too loose than I doo." you point out, opening the box and removing one of the elegantly etched glasses.

"And a generroous supply oof frresh purrey is rright therre."

You gesture at the almost unrecognizable corpse on your way past it to fill the glass from the river that's maybe five paces away.

"I need coold blooood too rrecooverr coo-ickly frroom my oown rregenerratioon. Soome oone else's coosts me enerrgy, but noot flesh." you explain as you resettle at his side

Rather than pouring it in and risk shocking him with the cold, you dip one of the linen napkins into the water to dab gently at the deep laceration.

Once debris and blood other than his is washed out, you set the glass down and gently, with the utmost care, press either side of the wound to push severed muscle back in contact.

"This gooes a loot fasterr when I can rreach too dirrect..."

Immediately, frayed fibers start to knit back together as contact is reestablished.

Severed blood vessels take a little adjustment to realign, but held in place by perfectly reknit muscle fiber, they cease leaking.

It feels cruel to just stop with the wound half open, so you close him all the way up to the skin, and then quite literally bow out to bring him the bottle and basket.

"I haven't masterred brrewing wine. That's mead, and it'll knoock yoou flat oon yoourr ass, soo make surre yoou eat between sips."

You leave him the clean glass, and practically hide behind your prey to start tearing out mouthfulls.

In the infamous darkest hours before the dreaded Alternian dawn, most streets and lawnrings were empty, leaving the alleyways entirely deserted as a lone troll in a flowing blue moondress slipped between a pair of office buildings on silent bare feet.

Though her stature was an elfin four and a half feet, the troll's curvy build proved her to be no child.

Long, mobile ears twitched and angled in every direction as the sharp points of her claws trailed the wall, feather light.

After a few steps, she paused.

Both ears swiveled back to point in the same direction, followed by vivid blue eyes over her shouler.

The narrowing of warily slit pupils highlighted crystalline striation that proved them not to be contact lenses.

The glow behind them was subtle, soft as the cooing purr with which she spoke.

"The airr arroound yoou seethes."