setting: the campgrounds, night one
featuring: eren öztĂŒrk & jo parker @deputyjparker
His life was no fairy tale, but if it truly had been then Erenâs story would have started simple: Once Upon A Time there was a boy who fell in a hole. Ridiculously sounding at first, until the event which would end up defining his entire existence had been outlined. An event which he had tried to blink away from the hazy corners of his mind as theyâd been driving through wooded areas towards the massive clearing for the final exercise of this whole event. Eren had spent decades of his life trying to forget that moment, the tumbling forward over his own bicycle into the murky depths, scraping his knees and elbows, trying to feel around for purchase, only for the deafening squelch as his hand settled into something soft and decaying. He had to swallow down bile at the thought, covertly taking a large swallow from his water bottle and hoping no telepath could hear it as he silently smoldered and reminisced. The last thing he needed was a panic attack where the whole town may see.
Perhaps that was why heâd been so damn surly during all of it. Anger flaring at the âsleeping arrangementsâ he and his partner had been securing, the only comfortable option for such a low ranking team that ensured they both slept decently without having to explore the potential of accidental touching being stolen away by some douchebag of a witch who by the way was too fucking tall for the sleeping bags anyway. This was asinine, this was messed up, this wasâ
It's a cruel (Cruel), cruel summer
Leaving me here on my own
He liked the way Bananarama put it, the song blaring in his ears as he went about setting up for the night. Perhaps it was karma, for having dealt a somewhat cruel hand to a fellow fae with their own situation during the whole swap and steal mess of the game, but Eren found himself trying to craft a makeshift bed out of what heâd brought for himself beside the weird sack which he unceremoniously dumped on his partner. Perhaps it wasnât as kind a gesture as it could seem â gentlemanly, because of course the ghost of his mother haunted him and told him he needed to take care of anyone else he was with more than himself, but there was also an odd sort of dynamic between local law enforcement and private investigators. A weird sort of camaraderie that also gave way to some level of animosity and rivalry at times. So he offered Jo the bivy sack while he neatly folded up the jacket and extra long sleeve he brought along for the two night camping, creating a sort of pillow to layer over his duffel and then laying out his unseasonal trench coat he took with him everywhere as a sort of âmattressâ to lay on. Perfect by no means, but it would suffice.
Arriving back sometime later from the bathrooms, toothbrush still sticking out of his mouth and the nightwear combo of a potentially surprising white short sleeved t shirt and less shocking joggers, (because heâd been boiling all day in his layers and perhaps needed the cool night air on his skin to calm) Eren settled down onto his makeshift bed, flattening his leather gloves before carefully placing them between his folded clothes pillow and the duffle. Shaking his fingers out, flexing the digits that had been choked all day in their comfort confines, he turned then to the sack which was a few feet away and lifted his chin in an acknowledgement nod towards Deputy Parker. âAre you settling in fine?â He asked, words soft and expressing a sort of care though his tone was painted in his frustration with the whole thing. He was spraying his bare arms, the sleeves extra short and hugging his shoulders, with big repellent and had his head phones around his neck, volume up enough to hear the low hum of his music, but not enough to fully register the words. Eren stopped the casette player a moment later, digging out the tapes heâd brought along and flipping through to find a calming music mixtape he had made a while back for anxiety inducing moments such as this, shoving it into the Walkman and placing his small collection back into the duffle but not playing it just yet. âIâm sorry I didnât spring for something better, but I assumed off that hiking pack that you may potentially be used to some level of roughing it while camping?â And at least it was ground level, as he could originally tell with one of their other options that the deputy disliked heights.
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ok siiince you asked for requests for demon boy castys⊠the tongue cut out + gag seemed like such an adorable situation for him <33
Giving you that and a little extra because I wanted More Whump đ
âPrevious - Castys Masterlist
Ingredients: manhandling, a lot of unsexy noncon touching, slight dehumanization, partial nudity
Castys wasnât sure if he slept at all that night, but after what felt like an eternity, Neteri reappeared wearing different clothes under her white coat.
âGood morning, Castys!â She sat on one of the stools from last night and motioned for him to do the same. âGet up, Iâve got wonderful news to share!âÂ
Castys opened his mouth to retort, but he found he couldnât form the words. His tongue was stillâŠhe looked away, swallowing, and sat up while remaining on the floor.Â
âYouâre going to have to start listening to me, you know. Because,â she broke out into an excited smile, âI get to keep you!â Upon seeing Castysâs glare, she just laughed. âI figured you wouldnât be excited, but trust me,â she held up a finger, âyouâll be much better off in my hands than if you were sold as a pet to some bored aristocrat. Iâm sure theyâd beat that personality right out of you, and I donât plan on doing anything of the sort. As long as you cooperate with my experiments, youâre free to be yourself. You can even hate me as much as you like!â Castys raised an eyebrow at her final statement. Heâd see about that.
After rummaging in her bag for a moment, she pulled out a little silver medal and moved to crouch next to him on the ground. âHold still now,â she ordered as she started to bring it towards his neck. Castys wasnât sure what was happening at first, but after a moment, it clicked, and he decided heâd rather not listen, leaning back. Neteri just sighed. âYouâre not off to a very good start.â Well, itâs not like he wanted to be.
Suddenly, Neteri changed tactics, shoving him down on his back and straddling his waist before he could try to sit up, pinning his arms down with a knee on each elbow. Castys cried out, the wounds on his back from the whip lighting up in pain, and that combined with her full weight on him kept him from moving. He bared his teeth as her hand came closer, daring her to get within range, but she just curled her other hand in his hair, yanking it back and keeping his head firmly in place. Great. He was once again powerless against this tiny lady, forced to keep still as she attached that dumb little tag to the collar and sealed the metal shut with the same spell that kept him from taking it off.
âThere,â she said once it was on. She tapped the tag, cold against his throat. âProperty of Neteri Crozien. Whether you like it or not. Now,â she grabbed his chin, âare you going to let me put some new restraints on you or should I call the guards to manhandle you? Your resistance is pointless and only delaying the inevitable, exactly like every other time. Just nod if youâre going to cooperate.â
Did he want to get manhandled again? Not particularly. Heâd had more than enough of being grabbed and held still while chains were taken off and put on. And itâs not like he was resisting out of pride or something stupid, he just fought back when it was something he really didnât want to happen. Which was most things in the past couple days, but, hey, if new restraints meant he got to leave this boring-ass cell, he was okay with it. Her grip on his hair had loosened enough to allow him a small nod, so he gave one, praying sheâd get the fuck off of him now.
Neteri smiled brightly at his cooperation. âGreat! Although,â she got off of him and stood, thinking, âmaybe just stay laying down. I donât really trust you not to try and run at the moment, so just roll on your stomach and Iâll take the chains off.â Castys sighed in annoyance but complied, gritting his teeth as his weight went from his injured back to his burned chest. The cold stone floor felt a little good on it, at least, but it was a small consolation as he watched Neteri walk back over with a key and a coil of rope.Â
She squatted down and-fuck, that was a knee on his back, not her full weight but enough to make him gasp in pain. Paying him no mind, Neteri unlocked the manacles around his wrists, and he could barely enjoy the feeling of not having anything around them for a moment, just wishing sheâd tie him up and get the fuck off of his back. It didnât feel like she was going particularly slow as she pulled his arms behind him and wound the rope around his wrists, but the seconds still dragged by at an agonizing pace.Â
Finally, she finished tying the knot and took her knee off of his back as she stood. âThere we go!â Castys just groaned, rolling on his side. âOh, stop being so dramatic. Itâs not like I was hurting you.â Castysâs glare deepened, and he awkwardly used his bound hands to pull up the back his shirt enough to expose the bandages wrapped around his torso. Neteriâs jaw dropped slightly, and she just stared at him for a second before worry took over her features.
âIâŠIâm so sorry IâŠI completely forgot. That you were hurt. I wouldnât have done that if I remembered.â Her head hung slightly. âIâm really sorry, Castys.â Her apology seemed genuine, but how the fuck did she forget he got whipped and branded yesterday? She looked back at him again. âLetâs just hurry and get you to your new home so I can heal you up, okay?â Wait, new home? She was taking him somewhere else? At first the idea was scary, but then Castys remembered that heâd never particularly loved living in the castle, so whatever. It was probably just going to be a different prison cell, anyway.
With ridiculous difficulty and a lot of groaning in pain, he managed to sit up, using his elbows to help him do it since his hands were kind of useless. By the time that was done, Neteri was standing above him withâŠa chain? He was already tied up what the fu-no. No fucking way. He growled as her hands moved towards his neck, baring his teeth once more.
âSeriously, Castys? You said you werenât a dog yesterday, but you sure are acting like one.â Yeah, sure, whatever, but since he couldnât fucking talk, he was forced to resort to other means of protest. He honestly wasnât entirely sure where the growling came from himself, and, yeah, it was a little animalistic, but that didnât mean he deserved to get put on a leash. âThis is happening either way, so just give it up already.â Her hand was moving closer, closer, the clasp at the end of the chain open, ready to-
Once again, instinct took over, and before he knew it, his teeth were buried in the flesh of her hand.
Neteri cried out, jerking her hand back and dropping the leash. âLyte! Seriously?!â She winced as she dabbed the wounds with what smelled like the stingy liquid from yesterday and used her magic to close them up, during which Castys couldnât help but smile smugly. Once she was done healing, she pulled on her leather gloves and grabbed a couple rolls of bandages from her bag. âI figured you were going to be difficult to keep in line, but this is just ridiculous.â Castys took pride in being ridiculous, so heâd take the compliment. What he didnât want to take were the consequences of his actions, but he was a little bit helpless at the moment, so there wasnât much he could do as Neteri shoved a wad of bandages in his mouth and tied a strip around his head to keep him from spitting it out.
âThere. Youâre just about the only person whoâd need to be gagged when they canât talk.â Castys just looked away, feeling his face grow hot as she clipped the leash to the collar. She gave it a tug, but he didnât budge. Now he was just resisting out of spite. Neteriâs expression grew even more frustrated, and it looked like she was about to say something before she stopped herself and took a deep breath, calming herself down. She crouched down to look Castys in the eye.
âLook, Iâve been going about this the wrong way. I hurt you when I didnât mean to, so Iâm not going to punish you for biting me. Weâll just call it even.â She paused and held up a finger. âThe gag stays until we reach our destination, though. Just for safetyâs sake. But Iâll tell you something about my plans for you. If you come with me, youâll have a tongue again by the end of tomorrow. Does that sound good?âÂ
Castys could be stupid and stubborn and petty and shake his head and sit here and then end up getting dragged off to wherever, or he could just suck it the fuck up and get the ability to complain back. Complaining would be nice...After weighing his options he nodded, and Neteri broke into a smile. âGood. Letâs go, then.â She helped him stand, and she seemed to do her best not to pull on the leash as they walked along. Soon enough, they had reached the teleportation stone, and CastysâŠhe couldnât help but be a little excited to leave this stupid place. He knew he was a fucking prisoner now, but he was basically a prisoner in his old life, too, minus the chains and plus a comfy bed.Â
At least he was going somewhere else.
The other palace was pretty cool, at least, the short glimpses he got before he was pulled into the lower levels, down halls and through doors until they arrived at his lame little prison cell. It did have a bed, though, so that was an upgrade. And a private bathroom?! Why did the prison cells in his familyâs dungeon have to suck so much ass? He only spent two nights there, but still. If he was ever in charge of a dungeon, he would make sure it was at least a little comfy in case he got thrown in there.
Neteri clamped a manacle around his ankle, which was whatever, because that meant she untied his wrists and took that stupid leash off. And then, true to her word, she healed his wounds. The brand scarred, of course, which wasâŠthe symbol was kind of cool, but since it meant he was âpropertyâ or whatever he wasnât too excited about it being on his chest for the rest of his life. At least shirts existed.
After that was done, Neteri instructed him to clean himself off and left him alone for a bit. He wandered into the bathroom, chain clinking with every step, and paused in front of the mirror. He looked pretty much the same as always, just a little more tired and blood-covered than usual. Oh, and the stupid collar around his neck. Neteri was fucking delusional, it didnât look the slightest bit âcuteâ on him, it just lookedâŠHe didnât want to see it anymore.
Once he was clean and dressed in some slightly comfier clothes, Castys tried out his new bed. It was nowhere near as nice as his old one, but it was way better than the floor, so heâd take it. Just as he was drifting off to sleep, Neteri poked him in the face.
âIâm back, Castys, get up and take your shirt off.â Castys sat up, but didnât take his shirt off, instead just crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. His wounds were healed, so what the hell did she need it off for? âCome on, Iâm just going to examine you and take some measurements. Nothing painful, I promise.â Not painful, sure, but probably still not pleasant. Even so, he didnât really have much choice but to listen, so he pulled off his shirt and stood, hoping this wouldnât involve too much touching.
His hopes were in vain.
It started off fine, her measuring his height and a few other things with a strip of leather, but then she started running her hands all over him, poking at him, moving him this way and that. He couldnât help but flinch every time since he hated being touched, and Neteri was clearly getting annoyed by it. His full-body recoil after she ran a hand down his spine was the final straw. Wordlessly, she clamped a manacle around one of his wrists before shoving him down onto the bed. He tried to stand back up, but she basically fucking tackled him, pinning him down on his back for the second time today. And, to top it all off, she managed to loop the chain around the top of the cot before cuffing his other wrist, leaving him pretty much helpless.
âI wouldnât have to do this if youâd just kept still,â Neteri sighed, seeing his frustration. Well, it was a little fucking hard to be still when someone whoâs basically a stranger is running their hands all over your bare skin. He considered trying to kick her, but sheâd probably just chain him up more and keep going, and heâd rather this bullshit just be over with already.
Being chained down on his back somehow made this infinitely worse. There was nowhere to run, nothing he could do, Neteri looming over him as she put her hands all over him, touching his chest, his brand, squeezing his arms, grabbing his chin, pulling at his eyelids, gloves on now, hands in his mouth, poking at the stump of his tongue, feeling his teeth, gripping his hair to turn his head from side to side, his skin was crawling, crawling, his muscles tense, breaths coming short, fast, he just wanted her to get off stop touching him examining him taking notes reducing him down to just numbers just a body not a person not someone who got boundaries or personal space no just someone who gets touched and touched and touched-
âCastys! Hey, hey, just breathe.â Neteri was standing over him now, fiddling with the cuffs on his wrists, releasing him. Castys hadnât even realized he was hyperventilating, but he tried his best to calm down as he scrambled to the other end of the bed, as far away from her as he could get. Neteri watched him sadly. âIâŠI was making you uncomfortable, wasnât I? Iâm sorry, I just thought you were trying to be a nuisance.â No shit he was fucking uncomfortable, how the hell did she misread that?! At least she looked upset by this, but it was way too late for that. Castys still felt like there were bugs crawling all over him, and he could feel his heart pounding out of his chest.Â
Neteri reached out a hand in a misguided attempt to comfort him, but after seeing how Castys flinched and bared his teeth, she backed off. âOkay, okay, Iâll leave you alone. Well, Iâll go get you something to eat, and then Iâll leave you alone. Until tomorrow, and then youâll have a tongue again and you can complain all you want and yell at me, okay?â Castys would rather never have to see her stupid face ever again, but thatâs not how this was gonna work, so he just nodded silently, not relaxing until sheâd left the room.Â
He almost wanted to take a shower again, just to wash the feeling of her hands off, but it was starting to subside, so he just pulled his shirt back on and hid under the covers. What was that, exactly? He knew he didnât like being touched, and heâd never let anyone do it remotely that much, so maybe being touched for so long in such an invasive way had been too overwhelming. Castys had thought heâd be a little tougher than this, since the thought of pain didnât really scare him, but apparently being pinned down and touched was too much for him? Kind ofâŠpathetic. Maybe it wouldnât have been so bad if he could talk, protest, fight back a little bit with his words. Maybe heâd be okay once he could talk again.
He just hoped Neteri wasnât lying about giving him his tongue back.
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