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worstloki · 3 years

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people worry or disagree with how the writers describe loki but in a way they not wrong as loki could be seen as pompous he literally went to earth and told people to kneel before him and called hulk a dull creature before uttering i am a god and his line i am loki and i am burdened with glorious purpose like sorry to burst your bubble, but that is clearly a pompus attitude. loki practically thinks his better than people on earth and they should kneel before him because his a god and better than a dull creature the hulk, i like loki but some of his fans are blind to his flaws also loki is an ass, i don't see how it wrong to call him that. like what are we going to call him? a sweetheart/angel for killing people? and trying to rule earth? etc like loki himself says his bit of both, good and bad. his not a saint. no offense but some loki fans need to stop wrapping him into cotton wool and accept/acknowledge his not a saint/his flaws after all his called the god of mischief for a reason.

I wouldn’t call him any more pompous for killing people, no, and he literally is a god, even if it’s only as a title (but remember how Hela and Thor were raving on about that in Ragnarok?), so I’m not seeing any real arguments for Loki being those things or an @$$ other than “boo hoo Loki killed people.”

It ain’t news that he’s done good and bad things, though feel free to expand on how that’s an argument in favour of kept characterisation when Loki’s expressed through words and action that he doesn’t want a throne, sees other races more equally than other Asgardians, and is ridiculously sentimental and selfless even when it comes to hatred. He’s also proven he holds jealousy towards Thor though that only lasted through Thor 1, resentment towards being treated lesser and betrayed, and a trademark stubbornness for the idea he deserves to be treated at least equally to others, which was exemplified and at its extreme in Avengers 1.

None of this is to say he hasn’t killed or lied/tricked people, but even if we for a moment pretend Loki wasn’t being tortured or wasn’t influenced by the mind stone his behaviour and personality still doesn’t line up (in what we’ve seen so far). This opinion will vary, and we’ve only seen clips so far, but please refrain from insisting that Loki is an @$$ with the proof that the character or another says he’s a bit of both.

Frankly how the writer describes the character is especially concerning because that’s the one way I’ve seen him describe him. “A pompous @$$” doesn’t show that he’s understood the character completely, only that he’s chalked up the Avengers 1 attitude to arrogance alone, but, I also don’t expect an interview to demonstrate the whole of his thoughts, which I think is reasonable.

Maybe sit down and read some decent meta before deciding he’s being cotton wrapped for being flawed and that people aren’t already aware of this stuff because the “fans are blind but I’m right bc I agree with canon” attitude isn’t very good. It’s okay to be critical of the media you consume and have different interpretations of things, or even the same, but all you’ve done here is shown you haven’t paid attention to and are still insisting on invalidating another view.

If you think that’s an accurate description of the character then that’s wonderful for you! Now try not to make fun of people who may not be in awe of the same words, especially if they provide decent reason to be apprehensive of them.

#anon #I’m too tired for this right now #Loki might not be a saint for killing but people are allowed to call him one for lasting a millennia on Asgard with the way he was treated #or for putting maybe 2% effort into the attack and 40% into monologuing away clues to his plan for the invasion #or if we’re going further forward than the past two movies #for not betraying Thor and risking the universe in TDW #for showing up with the statesman in Ragnarok after Thor left him convulsing indefinitely on the ground on sakaar #for not taking advantage of Asgard or bring its downfall while ruling as Odin #you’re allowed to think Loki’s an @$$ but you don’t get to tell others that they should too #especially not with whatever trash argument ‘should we call him an angel for killing people?’ is #you know what? maybe I will call him an Angel for that #the death toll of the invasion wasn’t even 80 and he stalled Thanos by YEARS singlehandedly and took 3 stones out of his reach #he then takes the prison sentence he gets and sticks to it till broken out #he’s served more punishment than many ‘heroes’ combined for actions not half as bad as what they’d done #maybe Loki’s an angel and anon is the @$$?#who is to say?#not me because I am by far too tired for this #blanket warm #whatever this ask is meant to be...... not warm #‘Loki thinks himself above the dull creature of the hulk and the humans who wouldn’t survive being thrown around by him’ yeah no sh*t #it’s a good think Thor for example doesn’t exhibit similar traits despite his ‘redemption’ in Thor 1 🙄#imagine thinking that ‘characters have flaws’ is an argument when someone says a character is feeling ooc to them #anon no really I insist the only thing about Loki that is flawed is the deterioration of his eyebrows after Thor 1 #it does seem you’ll enjoy the show though so that’s good for you #I agree critical thinking off is a way to enjoy it too!#the Loki show #Loki spoilers #Loki show spoilers #‘wrapping him in cotton’ just made me think about Asgardian bathroom habits again #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA show comes out today!!!!

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mirkwoodshewolf · 3 years

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Robin and Gale Hood; Ben Hardy x reader Chap. 9

*Author’s note*

WHOA IT HAS BEEN A LOOOOOONG TIME SINCE I UPDATED THIS STORY!!! But now with my Rock Angel series finally complete, I finally had some time to sit down and catch up on this series so here I have for you all 2 NEW chapters of my Robin and Gale Hood Disney AU! So I hope you all enjoy this new update and be on the lookout for the next one in just a few minutes :)

Chapter 9,

Jailbreak chaos

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Two hours before dawn, two hours before Gale Hood would be burned at the stake before the entire town of Nottingham, Robin and his friends slipped over the gates and ducked the guards as they crossed the courtyard.

They all hide within the stables and hide from a patrol that was coming around the corner just a few yards away from them. Once the guards passed, Robin gathered his friends and whispered.

“Alright lads, this is it. There can’t be room for error. Share your positions, go.”

“Kit, David and I will meet up with Arthur to free the prisoners from the tower dungeon.” Gilbert said.

“Marian and I will go down below the palace to free Gale from her cell.” Little John said.

“While James and I will sneak into the master suite and bring out the royal treasury. And we all must do it before the clock tower chimes at dawn. And remember, Don’t. Get. Caught.” They placed their right hands over each other before shooting them in the air and went on their way.

Little John circled around towards the gardens where a secret entrance that Marian had found when she first went to visit Gale after she had been brought in. He soon spotted a dark cloaked feminine figure standing by the tower of the castle and he could already see from the moonlight that it was Marian from her blonde locks hidden underneath.

He let out an owl’s hoot to fool the guards but it told Marian that a Merry Man was nearby. She turned and when she saw Little John coming towards her, she relaxed with relief.

“Thank God you’re here Little John.”

“Alright, so how do we get in?”

“Just stand back and let me do the code, keep watch for me okay?” he nodded and stood in front of her to hide her from any guards that could walk along the tower. Marian grabbed hold of the lock and first twisted it to the right till her hand was fully horizontal, then she turned it left to the point where the bottom of her palm was facing upward but her fingers stood diagonally from her palm. Then she twisted it back towards the right twice.

The secret door soon unlatched itself and Little John allowed Marian to lead him down the stairs. Grabbing a torch from the wall, Marian led on till they reached the darkest dungeon that Little John had ever seen.

“This is where Gale’s been kept?”

“I’m afraid so. Thankfully, she still has her sanity intact.” Marian thought it best to not mention the fact that the Sheriff had been raping her multiple times since her capture. That wasn’t her story to tell.

“Seriously? God I would’ve lost myself in this darkness within the first hour. Never did I think Gale could be that strong willed.”

“Well best believe it Little John. This is it.” She ran towards a locked metal door that had a sign over it that read in bold letters.

BEWARE THE WITCH

SENTENCED TO BE BURNED AT THE STAKE AT DAWN ON AUGUST THE 24TH.

BY ORDER OF THE KING

And at the bottom was Prince John’s signature and the family Lion crest to make it official. Little John went to the door but Marian stopped him and said.

“Let me go in Little John. It’s best if she sees a—a womanly presence.”

“What do you mean? What have they done to her?!” he demanded the last part.

“That I cannot say. For it is not my story to tell. If Gale ever gains the confidence to tell any of you men what happened, she will. But for now, I ask that you don’t immediately embrace her or touch her.”

Little John already began to have an inkling on what she meant, but he prayed to God that she was lying and that it was only just physical pain the Sheriff of Nottingham had bestowed upon her. Marian revealed the key from her breast and unlocked the door before grabbing Little John’s torch and entered inside Gale’s cell.

Gale was now chained up to the wall wearing an all-white gown that they forced all witches to wear before they were burnt at the stake. Her hair was a mess and her lip was blood-stained. She lifted her head to see that it was only Marian standing there.

“Marian?” she croaked out. She set the torch down on the floor and knelt down beside Gale and unlocked her from her shackles.

“Shh, quiet. We’re busting out of here. All of us.”

“Thank God!” she softly wept as her arms were finally free. “My prayers have been answered.” She rubbed her raw, blistered wrists as Marian helped her stand up.

The two women left their cell, Little John bowed his head in greeting to Gale who greeted him the same way.

“Come on, we can head to the garden’s back entrance to escape.” Marian said.

“Wait, what about the others? Shouldn’t we try to help?” asked Gale.

“There’s no time Gale. Arthur and the others can handle getting the town’s people out. And Robin and James can handle the royal treasury. We’ve only got till sunrise to do this and there can’t be room for error.” Little John told her.

Gale wanted to argue but she knew that whenever her brother said that a plan of theirs had no room for failure, that was a code meaning stick to your position and nothing more. She nodded and then Marian lead them out of the lower dungeons and towards the garden’s entrance (the very same gate that Michael, Robert, Jimmy and little Laura used when they first met Marian, Arthur and Prince James).

Over at the tower dungeon where the people of Nottingham were being kept, two guards were pacing by the front door with one guard sleeping right by the door.

From some old crates and barrels hid Kit, Gilbert and David. Kit looked over to see the two guards pacing steadily in front of the tower. Each one holding their swords close to them as they paced.

“Safe to say we’re not gonna easily sneak by the front door.” Kit whispered as he slunk back behind the barrel beside his friends.

“I hope Arthur comes through and knows what he’s doing.” Gilbert said.

“He’s the future advisor to James. I think he’ll hold his own.” Soon enough Arthur comes out and he quickly goes over to the two guards and urgently gestures them towards the stable, which was just a few yards away from where Gilbert and the others were hiding.

The plan was for Arthur to lure any guards from their position by order of Prince James who ‘claimed’ to see a member of Robin’s Merry band sneaking into the stables. From there Gilbert, David and Kit would knock the guards out and disguise themselves as the guards, followed by getting the key and freeing the townspeople.

As the two guards were racing towards Kit and the others, David extended out the end of his bow which caused the guards to trip and soon Gilbert and Kit dragged them towards the barrels and knocked them out. They stripped them of their clothes and wore the guard’s uniform.

“Right so David stay out here till the first batch of townsfolk come out, then lead them to the back entrance where Marian and Little John helped Gale escape to.” Gilbert told him.

“Right.” David nodded as Gilbert and Kit went back to their guarding positions. The two of them met up with Arthur and Kit said.

“You got the key?”

“No. Apparently this drunken fool forgot to take it off his belt before he passed out.” Arthur explained as he gestured to the sleeping guard that was snoring like a pig at his post.

“Alright then. Leave it to me.” Gilbert said as he rolled his sleeves up. Much like he learned from Robin and Gale, Gilbert was the 3rd best cat burglar of the group.

He could swindle your pocket change and you wouldn’t have even known about it till you tried to buy something. He could swipe the prized necklace off your neck with just a feathery touch and a broken finger, and your wedding ring well—Gilbert could take that off your finger with just his fingernail and sell it to the highest bitter.

He spotted the keys hanging off the left side of the guard’s belt. Slowly he unbuckled the guard’s belt and using one of his arrows, he hooked it into the key ring and slowly pulled on it till it slid off his belt.

Gilbert grabbed the keys and unhooked all three of them off the ring as Arthur unlocked the tower gate doors and the three of them raced up the tower stairs towards the jail cells upstairs. Arthur unlocked the last door and there they saw the people of Nottingham all together in chains, some barely hanging onto life, others broken spirited.

The three men all worked together to free the people who looked at them with hope and gratitude. When he unlocked the Sharpe family from their bonds, young Michael held his bow and arrow and said.

“Alright I’m ready where’s the bad guys!?”

“Whoa, whoa take it easy laddie.” Kit told him. “We admire your courage but right now we could use an extra hand in getting all these people out of here, think you can be the man to do just that and lead the first batch to David?” Michael nodded strongly. “That’s a good lad.” Kit ruffled Michael’s hair before telling everyone the plan.

Once his family and the first dozen of townsfolk were free, Michael led them downstairs and using the special techniques that Gale taught him, he first peeked out and let out a robin whistle towards Daniel who replied back to him in the same tune.

“Okay, follow me everyone.” They quickly raced out towards David who led them across the courtyard and back towards the garden.

Inside the castle, some of the guards were patrolling the castle when one of them came up to the Prince James’ bedchambers and quickly looked inside to see the young prince fast asleep in his bed.

He nodded before closing the door and left to continue his patrol. James opened one eye then quickly pulled himself off his bed and quick as a flash opened up his balcony window. Down below he could see Robin scaling up the side of his balcony, just a foot or two from reaching him. Once he got close enough, James pulled him up and Robin said.

“Did you do it?”

“Slipped my bastard of an uncle and his slithery snake advisor a little something in their food? Yeah. Knocked them right out. Good news is that his bedchambers lines up exactly with the prison tower where Arthur is helping your men free the towns people.”

“Excellent. So all we need to do is a simple deposit from one tower to the next.” James nodded and the two of them left his bedchambers and snuck up towards his uncle’s just down the hall.

They slowly crept inside to see hills upon hills of sacks filled with gold. Not only did the gold belong to the people of Nottingham, but all of England’s riches lied within this very bedchamber.

“We better work fast.” Robin whispered to James. He nodded and Robin opened up the main balcony window and readied an arrow with a long rope attached to the feathered tail. He carefully aimed straight for the prison tower and let the arrow fly.

It flew straight through the barred windows and landed right along the wall. Gilbert looped the arrow through a iron keyhole before walking back towards the window to aim the arrow back towards Prince John’s bedchambers. With a careful eye and steady hand. Gilbert released the arrow and it landed right into the Prince’s bedchamber. After tying their end to the top bar above the royal bed, they had their makeshift pulley system ready to go.

The two men nodded to each other and proceeded to grab a sack of gold, tie it off and send it down towards the prison tower for the remaining prisoners as well as Robin’s men to collect.

As the gold arrived at the tower, Gilbert and Arthur pulled the gold inside while Friar Tuck and Kit handed the gold to the people.

“Praise the Lord and pass the tax refund.” Friar Tuck said as he handed an elderly couple a sack for each of them to carry. The elderly couple smiled warmly and the woman even embraced the gold close to her breast.

This plan continued to go along smoothly as the clock continued to pass on and the night slowly shifted to dawn.

The clock tower chimed 4am, dawn was fast approaching. James and Robin looked at each other and James said as he tied the last sack of gold.

“That’s the last of it, let’s go.” He whispered to Robin. He nodded and the two of them quickly raced towards the balcony and grabbed ahold of their make-shift pulley system and rode it the rest of the way towards the dungeon tower. Robin slid through the window first and he then helped James.

“Going somewhere gentlemen?” that haunting, gravely baritone voice spoke. The two men slowly turned around to meet over 30 arrows pointed right at them, and the Sheriff himself standing before them with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Sheriff of Nottingham, As Prince of England I hereby sentence you—”

“So sorry your majesty but I no longer take orders from you, by order of your uncle. In fact,” he snapped his fingers and soon the two of them were taken into custody as several men forced Robin and James to their knees. “It shall be my honor to say that you both shall hang by the neck until death. Just shortly after we burn the witch in trial.”

“Yeah, well good luck finding her. By now she’ll be miles away from you.” Robin sneered.

“Hmmm. Think so?” the Sheriff hummed. At this they could hear the grunts and screams of one Gale Hood.

“No! NO!!” Robin thrashed wildly at hearing his sister’s screams.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t have thought you’d be coming? So the King and I had the royal army hidden within the forest to capture anyone who tried to escape. Including those meddlesome townsfolk.” Robin struggled like a rapid animal trying to get to the Sheriff but the guards held him strong and firm.

Soon the Sheriff sucker punched him in the gut which made Robin crumble to the ground as he coughed out harshly. James struggled in his hold and he spat venomously at the Sheriff.

“I swear to God above Sheriff, you won’t get away with this!”

“No need for petty threats your highness. You’ll soon be joining alongside them. Your death will be the perfect leverage against your father.”

“What are you talking about?!”

“If I told you straight away we’d have to kill you. Oh wait, we’re already gonna do that. Take them away, and make sure they have a good view of Gale’s execution.” The guards soon took the young Prince and rebel of the people away from the tower’s dungeon.

As the sun slowly rose above the gallows, a man was throwing hay and sticks around Gale Hood’s feet as she was tied to the stake. A few feet away from her, the executioner held the flaming torch in his hands, his masked face making him look like the Grim reaper about to snatch her soul away and send it to Hell. All the while the sound of the executioner’s drumbeats echoed throughout the air.

“The Prisoner Gale Hood has been found guilty of the crime of witchcraft.” The drumbeats paused as the Sheriff continued to read out, “The sentence……Death!”

The people of Nottingham who were forced to witness this gruesome execution all fought against the royal guard who held them back with their spears or axes to keep them from interfering.

“She’s harmless!”

“Let her go!”

“She’s done nothing wrong!”

“She is innocent!” were some of the screams of the town’s people. Gale Hood’s heart was rapidly beating out of fear as she watched as more piles of sticks were being added till finally they felt it was good enough for a big fire deserving for her. She stared at the executioner in pure fear.

While down below Robin and his friends along with Marian and Arthur were all in cages surrounded by guards so that even if there was a slim chance of them escaping, they’d never make it pass the guards. Prince James however, he was dealt with the worst punishment.

For he was forced to stand at his uncle’s side on a makeshift platform where the throne looked over the gallows. He was chained by his hands and ankles right by his uncle’s throne like a dog forced to watch as his beloved would be burned alive.

“The time has come Gale Hood, you stand upon the break of the abyss. Yet even now it is not too late. You can spare yourself the flames of this world, and the next. Choose me, or the fire.” The Sheriff spoke to her in that deep, low voice of his that sent terrifying shivers up Gale’s spine.

After all that he’d done to her. Captured her, raped her, Gale knew better than to submit to him. In her last ditch effort to give the Sheriff what-for, she reared her head back and spat right in his face. The crowd all gasped as the Sheriff looked at her appalled.

“Go…….fuck…..yourself!” she hissed.

“Then in the name of his royal majesty King John the 1st, I hereby sentence you to burn at the stake until death, and may the Lord have mercy on your soul.” He nodded to the executioner and the two of them traded spots.

Not wanting to bare this anymore, something in James snapped. He pulled as hard as he could on the chains until his uncle let go of the leash-chain that held James in place. He raced towards the gallows and stood protectively in front of Gale.

“If you kill her you’ll have to kill me too!”

“James no!” Marian shouted.

“James you can’t.” Gale whimpered to him. “England needs you.”

“They’re going to kill me either way. And I’d rather die with you than watch you die before me. I told you Gale, I’d rather spend one lifetime on this Earth with you, than face all the ages of this world alone. I love you.” Gale’s eyes filled with tears as James leaned his forehead against hers.

“I love you James Lionheart.”

“And I love you, Gale Hood.”

“Well what are you waiting for? Kill them!” ordered Prince John as he now stood by the Sheriff’s side at the gallows.

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?!?” a loud boom of a voice cried out.

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cake-in-a-tin · 4 years

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My thoughts rewatching all the Harry Potter movies back to back

forgive typos, and be warned - there's a lot...

the first two have a smaller amount of thoughts for some reason, idk why

Philosopher’s Stone

teeny harry haha

that snake is so beautiful

no post on sundays bro

hi hagrid

how did the dursleys get off the island tho

aw harry is so teeny and innocent

ollivander’s entrance is so iconic, like i want to enter every room like that

hermione is so great already

and you are…

‘you’ve got dirt on your nose by the way, did you know?’

haha tiny malfoy

TREVOR! + neville

that death glare mcgonagall omg

oof snape really hates harry

it's leviooosa not leviosaaa

troll in the dungeon!!!

hi fluffy

ew norbert is gross to be completely honest

creepy malfoy staring at the window

malfoy being sassy wow

‘nighty night…’ whyyy filch?

oof ron are u ok

bye hermione

voldemort is kinda cute with his big eyes

harry really just killed quirrell jeez man

alas earwax

Chamber of Secrets

ah go away dobby don't be weird

yes the car with fred and george

oof bye uncle vernon haha

ah awkward let go of harry lockhart we hate u

haha ginny is iconic

rons face when the train comes omg

ron can drive? that's impressive…

ooh a voice scaryyy

hey colinnn

eat slugs - yas

let go of his arm lockhart

uh oh colin is petrified

hahaha snape annihilated lockhart wow

gosh moaning myrtle is annoying

tom riddle is such a weirdo hgh

ew spiders

lockhart is hilarious when he has lost his mind wow

yas fawkes

ew he just stuck the sword right through its head didn't he...

powerful sock…

go away lucius ur annoying

Prisoner of Azkaban

ugh aunt marge blow up already

sassy harry tm

tom is iconic

so is crookshanks tbh

the knight bus kinda sucks in the movie tho

yess lupin hi

ugh shut up trelawney

ah the best scene aka harry and draco being sassy towards each other

‘it’s killed meh!’

the other best scene: lupin, boggarts and the record player

love when they are eating sweets and just being good friends

yay marauders map - iconic fred and george

nice snowman also

my dad didn't strut and neither do i - yeah right...

yes leave hermione

trelawney stop being creepy

take that malfoy

harry third wheeling

yas remus save sirius

"old married couple" haha snape knows what's up

die peter lol

haha yes they will chop your leg off ron definitely

ugh harry stop being noble

haha yes mentioning the marauders

ew stop peter

oh no werewolf

sirius is so dramatic haha he cant stop turning into a werewolf my dude

bad idea yes ron i agree

oof fight him sirius

no sirius!

the dementorssss

no harry that's not a real patronus dude

nom eat the little soul nugget nice

ah no they're gonna kiss sirius nooo

scabbers did it ok... shut up ron

dumbledore just smacking ron's broken leg and being mysterious

and enter many time paradoxes

‘this is not normal’ hahahah wow harry

yess save buckbeak dudes

yas beautiful patronus dude

this music tho wow

au revoir sirius

I wonder how many stairs they ran up...

poor ron so confused

that bird just got squished no

don't leave lupin

please tell harry about the marauderss

i love lupin omg

ooh a firebolt thanks godfather

the ending face wow

Goblet of Fire

ooh nagini hello

yay frank you will die soon so enjoy your tea

dr who!

ah voldemort's creepy little hand tm

yes ron is covering his non existent boobs wow

hermione's so mad 4 some reason

yes cedric diggory in a tree

everyone has long hair why

isn't just any manky old boot mate

cedric amos and arthur are show offs

feet off the table!

i luv magik

wow krum is enjoying himself

Why is draco wearing a suit?

lucius is very ominous

think ur in luvvv ron

is there no winky in this? sad

harry is so awkward omg

bye hedwig find sirius even though the ministry cant

oh bonjour beauxbatons

wow so dramatic here come the durmstrang peoples

wow run filch ao athletic

ew the beauxbatons entrance is so weird and compared to the durmstrang one is kind of sexist

ow poor flitwick a fork to the hand that's gotta hurt

moody is so dramatic

dumbledore already shouting nice

why does he have so many bugssss

ah that is a creepy spider

poor neville he has to have cuppa with moody that sucks

yess fred and george back at it again

hermione ruining the vibe

HARRY POTTER DIDJA PUTCHA NAME IN THE GOBLET OF FIYAH dumbledore asked calmly

what would happen if harry was just like "nope"? would he die that would be interesting

igh rita skeeter go away ur creepy my dude

hate it when ur eyes glisten with ghosts of ur past

yas sirius in a fire

"who are u talking to?" "im vlogging ron" (how it should have gone. harry should have a youtube channel just saying)

poor harry a third wheel yet again between madame maxime and hagrid ew

wow draco in a tree, why? so many people in trees this movie

"nyaaah"

malfoy as a ferret is my favorite character

my father will hear about thissss

omg rita get outttt

fight the dragonnnn

feel like someone should have stopped the dragon after it broke free... idk *shrugs*

it would be so boring if u were watching the tournament because you can't see anything that's happening most of the time, only for the 1st task and a bit if the 3rd task.

knew u wouldnt die harry, lose a leg - or an arm -pack it in all together? nevaaaaa

god just open it harry

ron ur so awkward...

harry spitting out his drink will never not be funny to me

oh yes the gorgeous dress robes

poor ron has it tough, having to dance with mcgonagall and having ro wear those robes...

*babbling bumbling band of baboons*

the twins are hilarious in this haha

aw neville!

snape is really violent can't 2 boys discuss their love lives or lack thereof in peace

ron's jealous of viktor krum haha

love harry just being so confused and saying "spectacular" when cedric speaks to him.

given the fact harry literally told him the task cedric didn't do that much to help.

ugh no myrtle stop

harry going "do i" when neville tells him he seems tense is such a mood

harry's hair when he was swimming haha

just leave them harryy omg too noble

harry holds his breath for a long time after his gills go away - longer than i can

fred and george making fun of harry having 'moral fiber' is exactly what i would do in the situation

mr crouch stop being weird

yes finally singing hoggy warty hogwarts

oh hi mr crouch, taking a nap in the forest are u? cool

i would say do not stick your face in the pensieve but that's just me

Dr Who changed a bit since i last saw him, he's a bit mental now...

snape is so iconic wow

"bubble juice sir?" bahaha sassy harry back at it again

this music is so great

i would freak out if i had to go in that maze it's so creepy and feels like it would be so filled with jumpscares just nope

"a cauldron? What are u guys gonna do - eat me? that's gross!" feels like it should be in the movie

aw baby voldemort is so cute

ugh just chop off another finger or something wormtail jeez so much drama

how is voldemort still alive - the cauldron is on fire??

the movie is also really missing voldemort dancing with the death eaters

u dont have hair my dude stop caressing ur bald head

voldemort has lovely long fingernails

lucius' blonde hair poking out from beneath his hood is so funny 4 some reason.

"i can touch u now" is really not a good sentence

bit awkward to return with a dead body...

its alright harry *shakes his head violently*

uh oh that's not professor moody its barty jr

Order of the Phoenix

halfway done woo

the intro music is still a jam the 5th time

that is big whinging not little whinging

hi big D what a great nickname...

uh oh dementorrrrr

yes mrs figg the most iconic character in the movies

harry looks a lot like frodo baggins

yay the order is rescuing him finally

yes remus and sirius and mrs weasley and everyone

ooh kreacher

jeez hermione attack him

crookshanks attacking the extendable ears is just what my cat would do

cute godfather godson moments yeass

arthur weasley trying to function as a muggle is just so wholesome

ugh not umbridge ew

yes clear those charges

aw padfoot yess

wow that's a lovely coat sirius

voldemort looks great in a suit wow

didn't harry see his parents die? why couldn't he see the thestral before?

yes luna!

oh shut up umbridge oh my goddd

yes ron u tell seamus like a good friend

sassy harry reaching full potential

ugh umbridge sucks wow

so evil torturing harry

yes weasleys wizards wheezes

luna is so pure and perfect

the friendship between her and harry is so amazing

yas tell umbridge, mcgonagall

trelawneys bad but she doesn't deserve to be kicked out by umbridge

oof professor dumbledore just straight up ignored harry

yes harry just say you're rubbish that will make people think your sane

yes hermione break the rules!

oof ginny is jealous of cho liking harryyyy

yay the room of requirement!

dumbledores army is so fabuloussss

nigel is amazing and i love him

wow hermione just knocked out ron haha

harry potter the boy who made cheesy inspirational speeches

wow ginny is so powerful

harry and cho are so awkward eeehhhh

just because you’ve got the emotional range of a teaspoon *cringy forced laughter*

occlumency lessonnssss yay what fun

cute christmas scenes wow

ooh the family tree and sirius' backstory yay

harry u aren't becoming like voldemort u are going through pubertyyyy its hormonesssssss

yay hagrid finally

oh no it's bellatrix get ready for crazinesss

poor sirius he keeps getting the blame for everything that's so unfair

is neville tall or is harry short, because there is a huge height difference

aw all the patronuses are so cute

uh oh here comes umbridge...

noo they are captured and dumbledores lying waaa

oof dumbledore is as sassy as harry at some points - "dumbledores got style"

no umbridge is heaf and shes fricking evilllll

grawp yess. hes kind of cutee

ron is jealous of grawp bahaha

sheesh snape chill

yes a bit of maraudrrss aahhhh

thats it? noo

aw fred and george comforting a little boy is too cute!

yes fred and george!!! disrupt those OWLS!!

no harry! he doesn't have sirius nooo

yes hermione fake it till u make it ( or until u get umbridge attacked by grawp )

yay the centaurs are here as well get herrr

'i must not tell lies' the sass omg

jeez how many prophecies are there wow

pranked, harry dude ur kind of rubbish

well done ginny you've made all the prophecies fall

yh id rather watch my friends die than give u the prophecy, don't really like them tbh

yas sirius!

the order yes

you're beautiful sirius

noooooo siriusss 😭😭😭😭

yooo voldemort my dudeee

hope the ministry has a massive roomba

the DA just come in to see harry writhing on the floor and are like 'cool'

nice one fudge finally realised he's back cool, cool

ah yes angsty harry tm

aw poor luna, her shoes are all stolen.

luna is an icon though

we have something voldy doesn't - noses hahahaha

Half Blood Prince

uh oh the dark mark is here

death eaters as well fun

fenrir greyback!!

oh no not this bridge! i went across it and i was scared af

dumbledore appearing out of nowhere is so funny

ew slughorn no

wow i need dumbkwdored tidying spell so badly

slughorn collecting people is kind of creepy tbh

im so glad i dont have as many staircases as the weasleys

oh yes narcissa and bellatrix being shifty

oops snape u probs shouldnt have done that

yess fred and george!!!

weasleys wizard wheezes looks amazinggg

uh not cormac mclaggen

oooh its "draco and mummy"

no fenrir we wanted to look at draco stroking a cabinet

yes arnold!

yes draco malfoy is a "creepy bloke" ronald

why is draco always wearing a suit??

yes draco is going to pigfarts!

ouch why would u stomp on his nose??

yez luna save him

noo dont let snape teach defense against the dark arts!! i miss lupin...

poor harry having to do potions again ugh

dun dun dunnn the half blood prince

poor seamus stuff is still exploding

haha dumbledore ships hermione and harry lol

baby tom riddle is creepyy

tom riddle and slughorn were bffs wow so cute

edgy draco in his loki suit

aw rons the only one listening

ugh cormac mclaggen is so gross nooo

haha ron is so rubbish at quidditch id be just like him

'the binding is fragile' hahaha excuses

harry sleeps with his potions book hheehe wow

wow sneaky draco

rons face when hermione mentions her snogging him haha.

uh oh cursed necklace alert

harry pottrr the boy who just knew

snape is so sarcastic wow icon (not really tho ew)

oh god they're talking about skin aahhh

noo harry stop being awkwarddddd sit downn

ew cormac stop eating profiteroles so suggestively ugh

haa rons outfit

ew lavender stopp

oh yes "felix felicis" makes ron great at quidditch

poor hermione she just loves ron thats all

aw hermione and harrys friendship is so nice

angsty draco standing in a tower

"bUt I aM tHe ChOsEn OnE" god harry so pretentious

luna is the coolest person there is, nice work harry

draco in a suit again looking sad he does that a lot

no draco ur apple!

oh nvm its back dw

ugh cormac sucks. hermione why??

at least cormac did 1 good thing and vomited on snapes shoes

draco was lurking omgggg thats his vibe now

cant break an unbreakable vow - figured that out for myself thanks (sassy harry)

ew lavender stopppp

ooh noo ginny dont feed him a mince pie awkwarddd

thanks ron

stoppp ginny. harry can tie his own shoelaceee

why do they need to burn the burrow this doesnt happen in the books #not canon

wow everyones sassy including hermione now

also lav is an awful nicknname

aha tom riddle is still creepy

okay thats a lie slughorn u told him about horcruxes

uh oh ron loves romilda vane oop

harry thinks the moon is divine haha

Ron hugging a pillow then falling off the sofa in the background oh my gosh

slughorn is so useless

haha snapes face while rons saying hermiones name

draco being edgy again woowwww

lavender that is a death glare if ever i saw one

oh no draco is crying in a bathroom now like a moody teenager

let him cry in peace harry god man

'nyaaah' is dracos go to dueling sound

oops harry u kinda killed him a little bit.

no this is so awkwarddd ginny dont

just kiss like in the books after the quidditch match thats way better

yes the felix felicis

love harry potter like this its so funny

‘harry!’ ‘sir!’

not to mention the pincers *gestures awkwardly*

nice speech harry, now u have answers on the horcruxes

ooh back to tom riddle being creepy

yas harry and dumbledore field trip quality student teacher time

snape being edgy now wow everyone is in this movie

oops foreshadowing...

harry has precious blood apparently?

yay boat ride and smoothie

harry potter not harry water bro

noo bad just aguamenti right into his mouth Harry

yay new friends!!!

dumbledore ur gonna set harry on fire careful my dude

ooh death eaterz

did draco change intot hat suit to impress the death eaters?

oop bye dumbledore

harry brooding in dumbledores office

yess RAB get wrecked voldemort

harry ur thick apparently?

aw cute friendship

Deathly Hallows Pt. 1

rusty logo wow

‘ello whoo are u

oh scrimgeour hi i dislike u dude

veey dramatic

aaawww hermione no

yas dudley being nice to harry and vernon listening to him and leaving

ron brooding wow

bye parents sad face

wow vernons old man

ooh its snapeee he looks loke he has a lot of contpur on

yay snape has a savey seat

pius is a great name

uh oh i dont wanna give u my wand voldy

dracos face haha

ugh do they have to watch nagini eat professor burbage gross

the dursleys house looks so empty

yay the cupboard happy memories and his baby toys cuteee

moody thinks that harrys gorgeous.

yay remus and tonksss

shut up mundungus

blimey hermionee

'just trying to diffuse the tension' hahaha lol

wow so many harrys lol

yh wouldnt want to go in the motorbike tbh

uh oh death eaters

wow parkour harry

nooo hedwig - the saddest bit of this movie

yo voldemort wassup

oops the pylons fell down... just fly away good idea

nooo george's ear

jeez lupin y are u being crazy dude

george is saint like and holy aw so cute brother moments

uh oh bye moody u were a bit creepy tbh

ha lol harry a lot of people are going to die for u

harry stop being moody omg

wow george way to ruin the vibe dude

yo minister leave pls

ron just being ungrateful - u can turn out lights now ron lucky u

yay hermione you get a childrens book thats great

wow a snitch lucky u harry. hes so pleased with that. little does he know.... its a resurrection stone bro

give him the sword man

yay nice wedding

luna interrupting deep thoughts casually

xenophilius is creepy

ron and hermione staring at each other is a mood.

way to crash a wedding dude

hermione is the most competent out of all three it has to be said

i really want that bag of hermiones

shouldnt have said voldemory now the death eaters are here whoops

"hermione" *strokes face awkwardly*

sassy harry yas

oh yes grimmauld place

oof voldys having wand struggles

hi kreacher please leave ur creepy thanks

aw siriuzz room so cute sad hes dead

regulus arcturus black yay

ugh mundungus fletcher u suck dude

aw neville

oh no pie dude is the minister if magic now

uh shut up umbridge

feel like u dont need that many posters

sentimental piano playing wow

yo dobbyyyy

umbridge ruins everything omg

ron - u dont have a wife

haha harry getting out of the lift and walking in such a weird wayyy bahahaha

ew umbridge has moodys eye groosss

yas the ugly plates are still in her office

oops ron u just kissed that random dudez wife

nice suit harry

ouch splinch

lovely tent

kill the locket dude

dean thomas is on the run ooh fancy

yh harry stop letting voldemort in dude

harry stop being so moody bro

ooh watch snape on the map thats not creepy.

oh no snatchers...

ah u almost got caught dudes

ron ur so weak wow cant apparate or anything

lot of missing people...

haha a quarantine haircut

yes hermione ur brilliant

oh god ron stop chill

bye ron i guess lol

poor hermione

yas awkward dancing timee

awkward stares

kissy for the snitch. he must really miss ginny

uh oh its opening at the closee

vfd!!! an eyee!!!

ooh godrics hollowwww

oop its christmas eve whoopssss

oh a deathly Hallows

parents grave yay!

ur bathilda? nope im a snake boiii

bathilda is 1 creepy lady

what are u saying my dude????

ew snake lady

chaira are good defences agaunst snakes definitely

ah she jumped at them

looks like a nice campsite

wow now hermiones being sentimental

oop she sat on harrys wand

wait nvm

oooh a doe a deer a female deer

dont drown harry that would be awkward

omgbharry stop undressing

oof the locket strangling him

yay ron saved him yas dude

ron kill the horcrux

u tell him hermione

nice ron tell them u have been hearing voices

yes go see xenophilius the crazy dudee

aw ron ur so awkwsrd bro

their house is so cute

shut up ron god

yay we know about the deathly hallows now

xenophilius is so suspicious tho

why would you say his nameeee

noo snatchers

ooo ominous malfoy manor

draco dont doo ittt

yay dobby!

ah no hermione

aw draco looks sad in his little loki suit

yay dobby 'maiming and seriously injuring'

nooo dobby! he deserved so much better 😭

"hey guys welcome back to my unboxing video today we are opening dumbledores grave"

yay the elder wand wow

giving away ur position a bit dude by shooting stuff in the air

Deathly Hallows Pt. 2

snape hi ur brooding

lots of dementys

dramatic music

waaa dobby

yay bill and fleur

yo griphook what up

the sword was in a river bro

madam lestrange? no!

oops thats not dracos wand anymore wowww

wands are just like 'ya hiiii we have feelings too'

oop ollivander knows about the elder wand bros

ron looks great with a moustache tho

harry just broke the law jeez...

wow that cart looks fun

wow they fell from the cart nice

oh no ron broke the law too whoops

yay a dragon

lots of gold nice

yay the cup

oops they messed up nkw everything is multiplyinggg

griphook y are u evil my dude

yay ride a dragon

oops they fell no

yas they escaped

uh oh voldemort is onto them

that's a lot of dead people

oh no everyones looking for them

ah aberforth hi!

the other part of harry's mirror!

oop dumbledore was a secretive dude

ariana yas

neville!

i love neville hes so great now

yay all of the DA

luna!

ginny is being awkward

'shut up seamus' hhaha

aaa snape yooo

snape stop being a meanie

stop being angry harry

yas queen! mcgonagall!!!!

yay

uh oh voldemort is whispering to harry again

stop voldemort you need a cough sweet

yes everyone protect him

haha filch is a blithering idiot wow

i love mcgonagall

run harry

boom! seamus blow stuff up!

yay the knight peeps

uh yes theyre protecting harry and everyone

yes luna is so smart and iconic

go talk to a ghost harry

thats a lot of death eaters

go away voldemort no one likes u

yes go stab a crown harry

yay remus

fred and george aw

ron fake parseltonguing lol

nooo quidditch

lol peeps got disintegrated

go hermione stab the cup

yessss kisss!!!!

tonks and remus together wow

wow i hate voldemort's bald head with the weird veins

run neville!

yay ginny and neville

yay a little kiss for harry!

ooh the room of requirement

edgy draco back at it again

ooh the diadem

no dracooo

yh draco y didnt u give harry away?

aw ron loves hermione

uh oh fireee

nice work goyle

bye crabbe lol

yay hes saving draco

nice killed the tiara

oops voldemorts getting angry

snapes gonna dies dudes

runnnnn guys

lavenders being eaten

yay aberforth

yeet snapes dying

gosh naginis violent

“ew snape sorry i dont like u even tho u loved my mum” - what harry should have said

woops bye snape

freds death is too sad

nooo remus and tonks

go watch snapes life my dude

yess the always bit (i dont like snape but its iconic)

poor harry

its so sad that hes just sacrificing himself

his eye contact with ron omg im cryinggg

ooh yay his familyyy

he should have said 'its muffin time’ to the resurrection stone and it would be like 'cool bro here's your dead family'

u got this harry

yay teddy mention

"until the end" yas james

lets do this harry

wow voldemort why are you standing like a weirdo

yes harry be a brave man

byee harryyyy

oooh hes alive still

hi dumbledore

yes harry is a brave brave man

cool explain it to him dumbledore

bye dumbledoreeee

wow voldy u weakk bro

yas dracos alive get off me

aw neville u got this man

voldy yeeted that dead giant wow

ew snakey boi

nooo hes dead waa

poor draco such an awkward hug

oop neville what?

ok ur just making a speech that fine carry on

voldys very polite for a villain

yay harrys alive

haha dieee

run lucius wow

oof destroying the school harry really

naginis coming run hermione

u got dis neville

noo ron

yes molly!!!

y r u hugging dudes u arent friends... did u forget? oops..

ouch

bye snake boiii

neville is so iconic omg

kill him HARRY

noice

haha disintegrate voldemort

byeee

dont breathe in voldemort guys

wow harrys a mess

yay hagrid

hermione and ron are so sweet aw

harry yeet the wand

wow draco owns the wand and now harry has it

YEET

aw the friendship

yess 19 years later

wow that hair harry

all of their haircuts are tragic tbh...

should be albus remus potter... just sayinggg

THE END DUDESSSSS

#pls read #unfortunately this is basically my stream of consciousness #i think like that #idk #philosophers stone #chamber of secrets #prisoner of azkaban #goblet of fire #order of the phoenix #half blood prince #deathly hallows #harry potter #harry potter movie marathon #ron weasley #hermione granger #albus dumbledore #voldemort

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curiosity-killed · 4 years

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a bow for the bad decisions

canon-divergent AU from ep. 24 (on ao3)

Note: I’ll be on vacation Thurs—Mon so updates will be on pause till I get back (sorry lmao!)

He is a little irritated, deep in his belly, at being so weak as to need tending, but he lets the warmth of their care offset that frustration. It’s easier today, when everything is bright and warm with happiness.

Then Wen Ning stiffens, twists, and his hand closes around an arrow a hands’ width from Wei Wuxian’s skull. “Wei Wuxian!” calls a tiny figure on the cliff’s edge. He squints, trying to decide if he recognizes them or if they’re some errant cultivator who thinks they can take down the Yiling laozu on their own. The sunlight glints off gold robes and he can just pick out the vermillion dot between their brows. How gracious, he thinks. Jin sect sending a welcoming party when I’m already on my way to them. “Wei Wuxian, remove your curse at once!” “Do I know you?” Wei Wuxian calls back, bracing his hands on his hips.

He has only ever cursed one person, and this Jin disciple certainly doesn’t look like Wen Chao. Even then, forcing Wen Chao to tear strips from his own legs and eat them was more of the blowback than an actual curse, a return on the sentence Wen Chao gave him when he dropped him into the Burial Mounds.

“You! How dare you!” The outrage is familiar, niggling something at the back of his mind. “I know it was you who cursed me,” the man shouts. “Who else would lower themselves to such nasty tricks?” “Who else indeed,” Wei Wuxian mutters, but it’s tired. Mostly he doesn’t care what people say about him, but his patience is thin and strained when it comes to this. What has he done that’s so wrong, after all? He has tried to repay his debts, to protect his family, to live justly. What part of that is so malignant, so repulsive in the eyes of the world? “Is this not your work?” the Jin disciple demands, tugging open his hanfu. “Release me at once!” Even from this distance, the speckling of gory holes across his chest is distinctive. Wei Wuxian recoils, horrified. The hundred holes curse is particularly gruesome, cruel in both its agony and its appearance. “Why would I curse you?” he yells. “I don’t even know you!” He can pick out the sneer on the disciple’s face, curling his lips in disdain. “Since you are incapable of honor and won’t release me,” the disciple spits. “I will have to kill you!” Amusement creeps up Wei Wuxian’s throat, cold and edged. If they want to kill him, they ought not to have wasted time with such theatrics.

“Kill me? Can you?” He glances toward the archers lining the cliff, eyebrows arched in doubt. “Can they?” They should know better than to think him defenseless by now. Resentment is everywhere; he carries it in his bones. There’s a small snap beside him, the sound of Wen Ning’s suppression necklace breaking. Resentment rises in a rush, a geyser-roar that echoes in his marrow. A volley of arrows pierces the sky. Wen Ning throws himself forward, grabbing hold of a boulder wider than he is tall and slamming it down as a shield in front of Wei Wuxian before flinging himself up the cliff. Wei Wuxian tucks close behind his new shelter and waits. Wen Ning had been the one to suggest he go as Wei Wuxian’s companion, and he had gently refused to be put off by protests. It had seemed too risky to let him come among the people who’d had him killed, but now, Wei Wuxian is reluctantly grateful for his presence. There will be a mess, but at least they’ll walk out of it alive. He can feel the anger, the bitterness, crawling up the ladder of his ribs. The injuries the Jin get are deserved, are less than what they’ve earned. How dare they set a trap for him with his nephew as the bait? How petty and despicable. Today was meant to be for celebration, meant to be a bright-glow day of family and joy. Now, they’ve gotten their dirty-gold hands all over it, twisted and reshaped it into another mess that will be pinned to his name. Fine. Let it be. He’s tired of staying politely in his cage, of constraining himself to fit within their mean tolerance. They opened the gate. They carried the stick. “Wei Wuxian, this is the price of your arrogance!”

He turns to see the leader standing there at his side and, oh, he does remember him. Vaguely. Some cousin of Jin Zixuan — the loud-mouthed brat who was in charge of the Wen prison camp that used to be here. “Let’s see your capability now,” the cousin spits, raising his sword. He lunges, throws himself into a flurry of offense. It might be impressive against someone else, someone unused to defending theirself with a flute. But Chenqing is not just a stick of bamboo, and Wei Wuxian is no one else. Lan Zhan insisted on training together during the war, dragging Wei Wuxian out to clearings and small yards in their camps until they were both soaked in sweat. Bichen could not scar Chenqing; this rat-faced junior is little more than a gnat. He skirts out of range of a strike and feels something shift, slip loose from his robes. He reaches, instinctively, for his chest, but the box that should be there is held in the cousin’s unworthy hand. “Give it back,” he demands. This cousin has no right to touch the gift, is undeserving of even knowing it exists. He turns the box in one hand, lips curling in a sneer. “Is this the gift you think worthy of Jin Rulan?” he asks, derisive. “Did you really think we’d let you attend his celebrations? You, the Yiling laozu, at the Chief Cultivator’s own tower?” His hands are shaking, the edges of his vision hazy. The invitation was signed from Jiang Cheng. His brother wouldn’t betray him, not like this, not with family on the line. But— But if the rest of the Jin sect knew of the invitation, knew the quickest path between Yiling and Koi Tower is through this pass— It would be the perfect opportunity for revenge. They might have even encouraged Jiang Cheng to send the invitation, knowing it a better lure than anything signed by a Jin hand. His nails bite into the pad of his thumb as his hand tightens around Chenqing. He can feel the shift, the black-sand blood rising in his veins. If they want a trap then let them have his teeth and claws. He lifts Chenqing to his lips. “Stop! Both of you!” Jin Zixuan’s golden robes are strangely ruddy, as if viewed through bloodied waters. Wei Wuxian is aware, distantly, that some part of him is trembling; his heart is too loud against the bone of his ribs and sluggish. “Zixuan, what are you doing here?” the cousin demands. His voice is too loud, screeching. It would take so little to silence him. A single note, a flick of his fingers. Resentment could curl around his neck, throttle him. A single spirit could bite out his larynx with jagged red teeth. He deserves it. It’s only fair. He attacked with the intent to kill. Isn’t it right, isn’t it only equal exchange, that Wei Wuxian give answer? Did he not ask a question seeking a reply? He can’t kill Zixuan. It takes some effort to remember this. Shijie would be sad. It might be better for her, in the long run, to be free of him but — but she would be sad. He can’t hurt her. His shaking hand closes tighter around Chenqing’s burning surface. He can’t hurt him. Trash — indelible stain — dirty waters — There’s a crack, the scraping sound of nails against wood. The box bursts, splinters. Rage rushes through him, a river undammed. “Wei Wuxian! That’s enough!” Chenqing shudders with the impact of the sword against her side, and she echoes with his anger, a cave-ring of resentment rippling between them. She hums, high and keening and hungry. “Stop Wen Ning and we can talk,” Jin Zixuan says, as if there is any room for words here. “Don’t make the situation worse. There is still space for common ground.” Common ground? Common ground? Are they not the ones here with blades unsheathed to cut his own neck? How reasonable it must seem to them to ask him to prepare the parched earth between them with his own blood. Of course he must be the one to stop. He is the one broken and snarling and rabid, after all, the wild creature they never should have brought in off the streets. It doesn’t matter how many men he killed for them, how much of himself was carved out in their service. “The moment I stop him, he will be pierced by your arrows and die,” he snarls. “I should stop? What about you?” “Don’t be unreasonable!” Jin Zixuan snaps, facing him fully. “This is a misunderstanding. If you both follow me to Carp Tower, you can stand and give a full account.” He speaks so reasonably, so sensibly. Of course he would believe anyone at Carp Tower would listen to a full account. Of course he trusts in the pulleys and levers hidden behind their golden façade. What cause has he ever had to doubt when his family’s corruption has carried him from cradle to throne? “Jin Zixuan, let me ask you,” Wei Wuxian says. “When you invited me, can you really say you knew nothing of their plan to kill me?” He fumbles through a protest, affronted by the audacity of a claim against him. The Jin sit so high in their tower, so removed from mundane things like blame. They’ve removed the bodies from the prison camp, but this is an old pass and the rocks have not always been so steady. The dead are everywhere, if you know where to look. Wei Wuxian has shared their company as close as lovers and brothers and old friends; they rise up to greet him, eager with relief. Revenge is the sweetest song. There’s a wet crunch: flesh, tendon, bone. The gasp and choke of a punctured lung. Something flickers in his periphery, a figure wound in qi and resentment together with a saber’s edge. The lines of the world are blurred, hazy with the red of spirits hungry for new flesh. They’ve waited so long for their answer, for their peace. They have starved in the desolation of unquiet rest.

“Wei Wuxian! Jin Zixuan!” He’s heard the voice before, rough and hard with command. It’s faint compared to the hisses and screams of his companions. All the world seems shifted on end, a bottle balanced on a precarious edge. Red floods the pass, writhing, crackling, snarling. There are familiar fingers hooking around his spine, slipping into the spaces between his ribs, running lovingly up his throat. There’s a scream, a wet howl of pain. Wei Wuxian, they sigh, whisper, sing. He knows this multitude, has been scoured by this choir. Wei Wuxian, do you remember? He made a promise once, a long time ago. He said he would be their speaker, give breath to their petitions. Blood breaks across his lips, gasps out of his shredded lungs. He promised the world would not forget them; they promised he would have revenge. The world shudders, shivers. It takes more than blood to make an oath like that. He stumbles; his knees shake. A sacrifice isn’t worth anything if it isn’t full-hearted. There’s a dark figure blurred before him, gold laid out in their arms. Shijie must have looked so beautiful at her wedding; he wonders if she’ll forgive him for cutting it short. His legs give out and the dark rises up to meet him. Wei Wuxian — don’t you want revenge?

#mdzs #cql #the untamed #untamed fic #wei wuxian #my writing

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jamesbucksiclebarnes · 5 years

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"Not human. She was not human. They all knew it. Could almost feel it, but couldn't make sense of it. That was why they were afraid. Not because of what she used to be Before. But because of what she was now."

Having found herself serving as the right-hand to the Governor for too long, Synnove le Jacques does her best to make things right with the people of the Prison. Stuck beside her partner in crime, her irritatingly obnoxious and hideously problematic best friend, Merle, she does her best to fight back against the monster she has let the Governor become.

CHAPTER TITLE: To Hunt the Vanished.

I should have known.

I should have fucking known.

How could I have been so stupid? Why the hell had I left him alone? I’d been angry, sure, but that was no excuse. I knew better than to leave Merle to his own devices. Knew him well enough to have known he was up to something – something stupid. But his manipulation into forcing me to make an unbreakable promise had left me seething. I’d seen red and the vibrance of the colour had taken my attention away from that look in his eye.

When Daryl came crashing into the room, where I’d been about to tell Rick that I knew the Governor had asked for me, to tell him I would go without a fight so long as he kept Michonne safe, I’d felt my heart almost stop in my chest.

The panicked look on his face when he met my gaze made my stomach clench and my breath stutter to a halt in my throat.

“I can’t find Merle,” he said breathlessly. “Or Michonne.”

Rick and I shared a wide-eyed look before we both burst into a sprint, following behind Daryl as he led us back down to that room beneath the cellblock. One of the toolboxes had been upended and was lying on the floor. I smelt the distant scent of blood.

“Fuck,” I sighed.

“They’ve gone. He was in here,” Daryl said as he began to pace through the machinery. “Said he was looking for drugs. Said… a lot of things, actually.”

Both Rick and I looked to him.

“Like what?” Rick asked.

I glanced at Daryl. Would he tell Rick that I’d been here, that I knew?

“Said that you were gonna change your mind,” he said after only slightly too long of a pause.

Something around the corner caught my eye and I stepped toward it, past Rick, and crouched down. It was a price of fabric with a bright, if somewhat faded, pattern. Gently, I picked it up.

“It’s Michonne’s,” I stated, looking over my shoulder at the two men. “He took her.”

“Damn it!” Rick spat.

I rose to my feet, turning to face him with a snarl. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Not alone, I didn’t!” Rick snapped back, taking half a step toward me. “We had a plan, damn it!”

“Right,” I snorted. “One that ended with both Michonne and I’s heads on a pike.”

Rick’s surprise was barely more than a blink before his anger overpowered it. “What would you have me do? Put all of my people’s lives on the line for the two of you?”

“They’re still on the line!” I screamed back. “Giving us over to Phil won’t make a fucking difference, Rick! He’ll still attack, and you’ll be left standing here, two men down for no fucking reason other than your own blind ignorance!”

“Then help us!” Rick yelled in return, his voice cracking slightly in the desperation. His next sentence was quieter, less aggressive but still forceful enough to echo through the room. “Give us another damn option.”

“I’ll go,” I stated simply. “I’ll find Merle and I’ll drag his ass back here. And after that, I’ll go to the feed store. Just me. No one else.”

Rick’s upper lip shook as he turned his head to the side, glancing at Daryl with a frustrated huff. “That ain’t happening.”

“And why the hell not?” I asked, stepping toward him, close enough now that, when he turned back to look at me, I was barely an inch from his chest. “Wouldn’t it be better for me to be the only possible casualty?”

“He won’t come back,” Daryl cut in, before Rick could respond. He was looking between the two of us with thinly veiled concern, his voice barely loud enough to register in my brain over the thundering of my own heartbeat. “Not if he knows you’re going alone.”

“You let me handle that,” I stated, glancing at him but not turning fully away from my stand-down with Rick.

“No,” Daryl sighed. “I’ll go with you.”

That made me move. I turned toward him, brows pulled tightly down as Rick and I both said, “Hell no.”

“It ain’t a damn request,” Daryl spat back. “He’s my brother. I’m going.”

“And you’re mine,” Rick said, his voice almost twenty-times softer than it had been a moment ago. “It’s too dangerous.”

“I’ll bring him back here,” Daryl said, glancing across to me. “We find him, I’ll take him back, you keep going.”

I looked at him evenly for a long moment. Logically, I knew Daryl could more than handle himself, that having him along with me may actually be somewhat of a help, especially when it came to convincing Merle not to be a dickhead. But somewhere, likely in the same recesses of my mind where that stupid magical bullshit lay, I felt the cold hand of hesitation holding me back.

Rick looked just as perplexed, but once I saw him nodding out the corner of my eye, I knew my own opinion on the matter was no longer of any concern.

“Alright,” he breathed, low and indecisive. “You two stick together ‘till you find them. I need you by my side when they come.”

Daryl nodded, reaching up to clasp that crossbow strap like it was his only lifeline as he began to make his way toward the exit.

I had my two knives, held within the loops of my black jeans, but nothing else. That was fine with me. A gun would be too loud, and I doubted Daryl would let me borrow that crossbow of his. To be quite honest, I could probably take out the Governor with a damn pencil if it was all I had, so long as I could get close enough. That would be the real issue. He’d have guns on that feed store, guarded like Fort fucking Knox. I’d have to get through that before I even had a chance at him.

Merle first, though. I had to save that damn fool from himself. Again.

We went on foot.

It was easy to track their path if we were walking along it, so walk along it we did. Daryl remained pensively silent at the beginning, only speaking to inform me what he saw of their trail. I didn’t have the heart to tell him I could see it just as clearly. Instead, I let him lead me along without a word, down across the road and into the encircling forest. Merle’s tracks were blurred and elongated, as were Michonne’s, indicating they’d struggled for the first few paces before they settled into clear imprints. Michonne’s physical attempts to free herself ceased quicker than I would have expected, though I didn’t doubt she’d continue the psychological jibes until the Governor literally had a gun down her throat. I liked that about her.

About ten minutes in, Merle’s tracks became more and more muddled. It was as if he’d taken the most obscure route possible in order to throw both Daryl and I off his trail. At one particular point, when two sets of footsteps went off in two different directions – the fact he’d actually taken the time to walk two separate ways just to spite us will never not amuse me – Daryl came to a sudden halt.

He stared down at the contradicting tracks, the grip on his crossbow strap so tight his knuckles were almost bone white. I could see the way the muscles on his neck and shoulders had tensed, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he tried to spot the most prominent set of footprints in the mud. A few seconds passed before he let out an irritated huff.

I stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder. The touch made him jump slightly and he stepped away from the contact. I didn’t take it personally.

“We have a good idea where he’s heading, right?” I asked softly.

Daryl nodded, though eyes remained locked on his brother’s partially faded footprint.

I looked down at it, too, a nasty feeling beginning to eat away at my stomach. Again, more tentatively this time, I reached out for his shoulder. The leather of his vest was rough against my palm, moving rapidly up and down as he lost control of his breathing.

“They went this way,” I stated, pointing to the path to the left. It was more faded, less purposeful than the other. Atop that, I could still partially smell Merle’s sweat, brushed upon the leaves of the nearby bush to my left. There was no mistaking that stink, that was for sure. “Come on.”

Daryl nodded again, though this time, when he cleared his throat, he began moving. We followed the path to the left and, sure enough, found it continued further into the forest. He’d taken more precautions this time, though. I could see it in the faded steps, the scarcely broken branches in his path. The trail was obscured, difficult enough to discern that both Daryl and I were forced to move at a somewhat slower pace just to make sure we didn’t miss anything. The walk was silent. Nary even a biter was nearby. Distant growls could be heard in the distance, sure, but they were certainly of no concern to us.

Almost fifteen minutes of complete silence had passed before Daryl spoke. “Why the hell’s he doing this?”

I took a deep breath, letting it out through my nose. I’d been thinking the same thing for quite some time.

Rick had asked Merle to help him with Michonne. He knew that obeying orders and doing what was best for the group would put him in higher favour, but he knew as well as I did that this deal was complete and utter bullshit. He believed Rick would lose his nerve. So why would he do this? Why now?

Doesn’t matter what Rick thinks. Phil only made the terms to deliver us to make things easier for himself when he finally decides to lay waste to this place.

That was what I had said mere seconds before his entire demeanour had shifted.

Deliver us.

I’d said “us”.

Merle had known Rick intended to put me back at the Governor’s mercy. He’d known because I’d told him, and he’d done the only thing he could think to do – take Michonne and hope it was enough for Rick to see sense. The stupid old bastard had done this to protect me.

And I couldn’t be angrier at him for it.

I didn’t tell Daryl all that, of course. Couldn’t stomach it. Instead, I turned partially toward him as I walked and gave him a sad smile. “He’s doing what he thinks is best,” I said softly. “For you. For me.”

It was true. Had to be, elsewise I’d never be able to verbalise it. Merle didn’t often think very far ahead but, when he did, he considered everything. Taking Michonne to the Governor, exposing to Rick the reality of the situation, and forcing me to promise to take care of his brother… He was doing this for Daryl just as much as he was doing it for me. If not more.

And if he pulled off an assassination on top of it? Returned home safe? He’d hope to be greeted as a hero and not the villain he believed himself to be.

Maybe this was just as much about who he was as it was about Daryl and I?

The thought made some deep sense of sorrow begin to hollow out the base of my stomach and I clenched my jaw tightly in order to stop the emotion from manifesting in my expression. Daryl didn’t need to see me concerned. He had that covered enough for the both of us.

“He’s being a damn idiot,” Daryl remarked, though I could hear the emotion slightly hitching his otherwise gruff voice.

“Maybe so,” I responded, ducking beneath a low hanging branch, from which a strand of coiled dark hair hung. Michonne. “But, if we’re being honest, when is he ever not?”

Daryl glanced at me over his shoulder. It was an odd look, something like humour but hindered by the panicked concern in his eyes.

“We’ll find him,” I said after catching his gaze. My hand reached out to touch the bare skin of his bicep in an attempt to reassure him. He didn’t pull away. “Then we can both take turns kicking his ass, alright? And, because I’m such a generous motherfucker, I’ll even let you go first. Sound good?”

He gave me a tight smile at that, letting out a huff through his nose that sounded almost like a chuckle before nodding once and turning back to the murky trail of footprints ahead of us.

We continued walking until we emerged on the other side of the forest’s edge, where the trees were parted to make way for asphalt. The road was unkempt and covered in fallen leaves, stretching down and turning around a bend to our left. Daryl followed Merle’s muddied footprints a few paces before they began to fade entirely, disappearing into the asphalt. The last partial print brought Daryl to a standstill as he looked down at it, brows furrowed, bottom lip shaking slightly.

I didn’t stop. The footprints were headed off to the left, down toward the bend in the road. I might not have known the roads around here as well as a native Georgian might, but it didn’t take a genius to guess this particular road led to the feed store. We knew that was where he had been heading, after all.

“Come on,” I bid him, not turning back. “We can follow this road down to the feed store. Just stay out of sight of it when we get there.”

Daryl hesitated only a second before skipping into a jog. When he reached me, he didn’t slow, continuing his brisk jog down the road. I kicked into gear, catching up to him easily.

We were barely jogging for more than a handful of minutes before I spotted her. I grabbed Daryl’s arm and brought him to a slow stop, lifting my other hand to point down the road at the figure slowly making their way toward us.

It was Michonne.

A Merle free, unbound, pissed-off Michonne.

My heart constricted in my chest at the sight of her. Daryl didn’t even glance in my direction before charged toward the woman in the distance. I followed closely behind.

When he was close enough to her, he immediately took an aggressive stance. “Hey! Where’s my brother? You kill him?”

Michonne’s slight shake of her head was enough to bring Daryl to a halt. “He let me go,” she said simply.

I blinked, my mind racing a million miles a minute. He let her go but didn’t return with her? Why? Did he intend to go after the Governor on his own? Because I wouldn’t do it? Please, God, tell me he was not that stupid.

It took Daryl a moment longer to figure out the reality of his brother’s intentions. I’d already begun to take off into a sprint, leaving both he and Michonne behind. I had to get there before he got himself fucking killed.

Why the hell – How could he be so stupid? Why would he do this without me, without even talking to me?

He had, though, hadn’t he? He’d basically plain as day asked me to assassinate the Governor myself. I’d told him no, not without permission, and his entire body language basically replied, “Well, I don’t need permission”. How had I just… let that go? Ignored it, like I believed he wouldn’t do something that stupid? He had made an entire damn career of being stupid.

Why had I left him alone? I shouldn’t have left him alone.

I ran faster than Daryl could even keep up with. My heart was pounding, faster even than the sounds of my booted feet hitting the grey asphalt of the road. Inside my mind was nothing more than a string of barely put together curses, as panicked as they were manic and nonsensical. By the time the feed store came into view, I barely registered the decision to step off the road. It was as if my body knew to be cautious before my brain did. It slowed me down only slightly. I cut through the underbrush, ducking beneath low-hanging branches mid-step as I all but glided through the forest, a ghost amongst the trees.

Before I reached the edge, where the woods gave way to the long grass of the untended field, my feet stuttered to a stop. I don’t know how long I’d been able to hear the sound, only that it had just registered in my brain.

Gurgled moaning, shuffling feet, coming from the field surrounding the feed store.

Biters.

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kitsune-translates · 5 years

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SCI 谜案集 [English Translation] Case 1: Number Killer

Number Killer 23 Madly in Love

Gongsun wakes up in a haze and realises he is on his bed. The sunlight shines through the fine curtains, brightening up the entire room.

He checks the alarm clock by his bed --- 9 am.

He starts to recall yesterday…

Shaking his head groggily, Gongsun climbs out of his bed to check the living room, but Bai Jintang is already gone.

On the coffee table is the 1986 Bordeaux, holding down a piece of paper:

“The wine is for you. I have other matters to attend to, so I have to go first. Yutang will be there in the morning, don’t leave their side for the whole day!

And get Yutang to take a look at the fifth window of the 13th floor in the opposite building.

--- Bai Jintang”

Though Gongsun is filled with rage just recalling what happened last night, but seeing that bottle of 1986 Bordeaux… nevermind.

He walks into the bathroom, turns on the tap, and checks himself in the mirror. Gongsun pauses.

Why is he in pyjamas??

He doesn’t remember changing before going to sleep yesterday? This can’t be good!

Gongsun unbuttons his pyjamas and spots red words written across his stomach with a marker pen.

“Bai Jintang was here. Bai Jintang has the sole right to develop this property, no other person should approach without permission. PS: Nice figure!!”

“That bastard!” Gongsun hurls his towel onto the ground furiously, “Pervert! Shameless! Bastard!”

Swearing, Gongsun scrubs his stomach… But the permanent marker ink can’t be washed off!

‘Ding dong~ Ding dong~’

The doorbell rings, Gongsun lets go of his towel and rebuttons his pyjamas, it must be Bai Yutang.

He walks out angrily, plotting revenge on Bai Jintang!

But he is baffled after opening the door.

The man standing outside looks tired, his messy hair and unshaved face makes him look battered. He is still in the white lab coat, his expression gloom with deep dark circles.

“You… Why?” Gongsun seems surprised at the person’s sudden visit.

That person stares at Gongsun and smiles, “I wanted to see you.” His voice rough as if broken.

Gongsun stares back at the person in front of him stupidly. Feeling the hair on his back standing suddenly, Gongsun tries to shut the door immediately, but the person pushes back, hard.

Gongsun didn’t see it coming at all; the impact causes him to fall backwards. Using his hand to support his weight as he falls, he feels a sharp pain on his wrist. He has twisted his wrist.

That man walks in from outside, he reaches in his pocket to retrieve a white cloth and closes in on Gongsun.

“Why?” Gongsun backs away, but that man presses on hostilely.

Gongsun struggles to stand up, but the man is faster, forcing the cloth onto his face.

Losing conscious, Gongsun falls into darkness at the sight of the man sneering sinisterly.

Why? Chen Jing…

Chen Jing lets go of the now passed out Gongsun. He touches Gongsun’s face shakily and laughs harshly, “Ha…ha… I said you are mine… You are mine.”

Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao were up till late last night because of the stuff with Zhao Jue, and they were awakened early in the morning by the phone ringtone. Bai Yutang picks up the phone and sees Gongsun’s name is on the caller ID, he is confused…

“Hello?”

“Huh? I called Xiao Zhao’s phone? Why is it you, Yutang who picked it up? Is Xiao Zhao sleeping beside you right now? Ah! Congratulation Yutang! They say if there’s a will there’s a way, indeed if you try hard enough, you are bound to succeed eventually!”

“…: Bai Yutang took ten seconds to digest this sentence, “Da Ge?? Why are you using Gongsun’s phone?”

“I’m at Gongsun’s place. Since I was abandoned by a heartless brother yesterday and became homeless, I had to seek refuge elsewhere.”

“…” Bai Yutang is speechless, he checks the alarm clock by the bedside --- 8.30am

“You woke me up this early in the morning just to complain?” Bai Yutang climbs out of the bed, yawning.

“Come over to Gongsun’s place now.”

“Why?” Bai Yutang asks, baffled.

“You will know when you come over. Gongsun might be in trouble.”

“What?” Bai Yutang jumps, “What kind of trouble is Gongsun in?”

“Talk less, do more. I need to get going. Yep that’s all.”

“Hello. Ge? Hello!!”

Bai Jintang has already hanged up.

“What’s wrong?”

Bai Yutang’s voice has woken Zhan Zhao up.

Because of the need to ‘protect’ Zhan Zhao, Bai Yutang has moved into the cat’s den yesterday. After the whole night of coaxing and pestering, he finally managed to get to sleep in the same bed as the cat.

Zhan Zhao sits up hazily, hugging his quilt, he feels so sleepy, “What’s wrong? Why are you in such a panic?” There’s movement under the quilt, Luban sticks his furry head out, nuzzles against and licks Zhan Zhao…He meows happily.

Bai Yutang knocks his chin with his phone, and says suddenly, “Cat! Get up!”

They drove to Gongsun’s building.

“Your brother didn’t say what is it about?” They walk into the lift, Zhan Zhao asks Bai Yutang.

“Nope, he just said that Gongsun is in trouble.”

The lift stops on the 11th floor, stepping out of the lift, the two of them are alarmed --- Gongsun’s flat door is wide open.

Glancing at each other, they rush in.

The flat is orderly, only the entrance is messy, especially the footprints on the ground and a white cloth…

“Gongsun?!” Bai Yutang checks the rooms, but Gongsun is nowhere to be found.

“Yutang, read this!” Zhan Zhao picks up the note on the coffee table and pass it to Bai Yutang.

Giving the note a quick sweep, Bai Yutang looks up at the building opposite. One look and he swears, “Shit!” and turns around to dash out. Zhan Zhao follows him swiftly.

“5th window on the 13th floor, who lives there?” Bai Yutang charges into the building and questions the security.

“Ah…You, what do you want?”

Zhan Zhao fetches his ID quickly, “We are police officers.”

“Erh… That, that one is unoccupied, no…no one lives there…” The security answers uncertainly.

“Keys!” Bai Yutang glowers at him intensely, the security passes over the key immediately.

They reached 13th floor in no time, Bai Yutang pulls out his gun while Zhan Zhao fits the key into the door and turns it. Bai Yutang kicks open the door.

The flat is already empty, but the sight inside the flat stunned them.

It is a completely unrenovated flat, in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window is a high zoom telescope and a couple of video cameras. The floor is a mess, covered in broken objects and torn photos. The entire wall is filled with photo of Gongsun, all taken in secret: photos of him watching TV on the sofa, photos of him drying his hair after shower, photos of him tying his tie, photos of him making a call…

Bai Yutang paces in circles and scratches his head in distress, why didn’t he come over faster?!

Zhan Zhao scans the photos quickly and says suddenly, “I know who it is…”

“What?” Bai Yutang jumps up, “Who?”

“The guy from the mortuary!”

Bai Yutang starts running the moment he hears Zhan Zhao’s words, pulling Zhan Zhao with him and making a call at the same, “Wang Chao, take the guys to the mortuary. Grab that funeral make-up artist, Chen Jing. He has kidnapped Gongsun! Quick!”

Leaping into his car, Bai Yutang fits his car with police light. He slams his gas pedal and speeds towards the mortuary.

“How did you know it’s Chen Jing?” Bai Yutang finally has the time to ask Zhan Zhao while driving.

“Maybe, we were played, since the beginning.”

“…What do you mean?” Bai Yutang overtakes the vehicles in front of him and grumbles, “If only we had a plane!”

“Those photos, the way they are shot, the composition, the lighting… All of it feel so familiar, like I have seen it before!” Zhan Zhao grabs hold onto the roof handle tightly.

“…” Bai Yutang ponders silently for a while, “Those photos of dead bodies Chen Jing passed to Gongsun.”

Zhan Zhao nods, “All those bodies were marked post mortem, in the hospital or the mortuary, the person who have access to all the bodies is…”

“The make-up artist!” Bai Yutang frowns, “He connected cases that are unrelated together, and made up a serial case.”

“Yep!” Zhan Zhao agrees, “Because it happened to involve the Wu Hao case, so it led to the magnification of the cases.”

“He killed Wu Hao.” Bai Yutang speeds again, “Chen Jing’s appearance matches with the description from the prisoners!”

Zhan Zhao shakes his head, “His behaviours displays extreme paranoia, something must have triggered him to act this way.”

“Must be my brother.”

“Yep… He is mysophobia, he would never be able to stand the fact someone else has touched something he is so fond of… Your brother slept over at Gongsun’s place last night, so it became too unbearable for him.”

“Is Gongsun in danger?” Bai Yutang asks Zhan Zhao.

Zhan Zhao is quiet for a minute, “Based on his behaviour, he might kill Gongsun…”

“What? I thought he loves him?”

“Didn’t you see those photos? He is someone who is very possessive or rather very controlling. He doesn’t like it when people fight back. What kind of person will always be obedient and never fight back?”

Bai Yutang answers in despair after hearing Zhan Zhao’s explanation, “…A dead one…”

In the dark room, Gongsun is lying on the icy floor in his thin pyjamas. The chill rising from the ground causes the effect of anaesthetic to wear off quickly.

Gongsun opens his eyes slowly and the ceiling covered in thick layer of filth is what comes into his sight first. Beside him, an electric light that flashes dimly.

“You’re awake?” A hoarse voice sounds beside his ear.

Gongsun turns his head around to see Chen Jing kneeing beside him, staring into his eyes.

Due to the effect of anesthetic, Gongsun feels as if his arms and legs weighs a ton and couldn’t be moved at all.

“Why…?” Gongsun speaks, as if to himself.

“Haha…” Chen Jing cackles self-mockingly, “Of course you wouldn’t understand, because you have never looked at me twice…”

Gongsun is quiet for a bit before saying, “Did you falsified the cases as well?”

“Yes.” Chen Jing says downheartedly, “At first, I just wanted you to notice me, but I didn’t expect you guys to actually establish a case based on it.”

“Hm…Absurd, you murdered someone for this?”

“Absurd? You think this is absurd?!” Chen Jing got agitated, “Do you know how much I love you?!”

He stands up and starts to pace irritably, “I…Since the first time I met you…I…You dare to use the word absurd?”

Stopping his movement, Chen Jing looks down at Gongsun in a predatory expression, “Is it because of that man?”

Gongsun frowns, “Did you thought that the whole world is as twisted as you are?”

“…” After hearing Gongsun’s words, Chen Jing narrows his eyes, but he pauses suddenly, because he noticed the two red lines of words on Gongun’s stomach:

“Bai Jintang was here. Bai Jintang has the sole right to develop this property, no other person should approach without permission. PS: Nice figure!!”

Chen Jing’s eyes turn red and his breathes quickens. His body shakes uncontrollably as if the rage he feels is too much for his body to take.

At that moment, he hears a cold chuckle, a voice comments without warmth, “Can’t you read? Why are you touching something that is not yours?”

Chen Jing feels a sharp pain in his shoulder before he had the chance to turn around. With a loud snap, his shoulder blade is crushed by the person behind him.

“AHHH.” Harsh screams ring out.

Tossing Chen Jing away, he says to the persons in the darkness, “Remove him.”

“Yes!” Two almost identical voices respond from the darkness, cold and unfeeling. Though Chen Jing is aggressive, but he is kept under control quickly and escorted out.

Helping Gongsun up from the cold floor, Bai Jintang smiles, “I have helped you to catch the killer, how will you repay me now?”

When Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao reach the mortuary, they see the rest of the team from S.C.I. rushing out from the police cars.

They charge into the mortuary, but couldn’t find Chen Jing and Gongsun anywhere.

Just as they were panicking, the door to incineration room opens. Bai Jintang strolls out carrying Gongsun, followed by two men who look identical and dressed identically, dragging the perp --- Chen Jing along.

#SCI 谜案集 #sci谜案集 #sci mianji #since ghy&jxb has both gone to film new shows this blog will also go into hibernation soon once the queue runs out #(◞‸◟ )#不是其实老实说是我又滚回去打阴阳师了

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brazilliannut · 6 years

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Don’t Join the Stars: Chapter 2

Chapter Title: Taris

Summary: Exploring The Last Jedi Slicer DJ in his previous years and leading up to the events of TLJ. Explore a different side to both sides and come to like the character DJ more.

Word Count: 4k Words, will become larger with more chapters.

Chapters: Chapter 1

HEY! Just a quick mention, there is a bit in the middle that is graphic violence. I have put a warning as to when it begins and ends!

Liem's hair is to some point, extensive. He's reached the climax of his career, or his life as he calls it, and believes that cutting his hair will keep him from doing his job correctly; that it will keep him from finding himself. He is twenty-something, he honestly stopped counting after he turned eighteen as most things became accessible legally to him at that age. He remembers that night fondly as he lays lonely inside a prison cell on some remote planet called Taris, outside his cell door he can see trees and vines bending and molding with the buildings that were purposely built around them. His cellmate from next door groans regularly, moving his body from one side to the other (from what Liem can hear, the guy is not exactly small), Liem bangs on the cool metallic wall that divides them. He's not trying to sleep, he's trying to find his piece of mind as he tries to recall how he ended up here in the first place. He remembers Coltean, smirking sluggishly as his body falls to the ground, absolute exhaustion taking over the thirty-four-year-old. Liem grimaces at the way Coltean's body had hit the ground, laser blaster falling out of his hand and tens of thousands of stolen credits spilling across the floor, they had only just arrived on Taris and Coltean had been wide awake the whole flight, his excuse was 'I just hate flyin', nothing to worry about DJ'. Now Liem hated it when he was called DJ, it always seemed to be used to in a degrading way, like as if Liem was still a child as well last time he checked he had several fine men and woman wrapped around his pinky-finger when it came to seducing and stealing. Yet he could not speak up for himself as last time he had earned himself a lecture about how Coltean was in charge of the mission and whatever he says goes, not that Liem had anything against that rule. He just wished he could be treated as an equal. Running his fingers through his hair Liem sat up, the dark circles under his eyes darker than usual and his stomach calling for food, subconsciously he ran his fingers over his right cheek, tracing the scars given to him. It had been years since the incident happened and if he was being honest with himself he could remember every single detail even though he wishes he couldn't.

He had been an unlucky ten-year-old, recently exposed to the awful side of the Republic once again. He was running away from a Zabrak, a several small horned species alluded to being close to the Senate and the Jedi Order yet the Jedi Order was destroyed before Liem had been born. This Zabrak especially had tracked Liem from one side of Coruscant to the other, determined to kill him after he had discovered private Republic intel. Obviously, Liem did not give up without a fight, fighting back with the blunt side of his stun gun, Liem knocked the Zabrak sideways, it's glowing laser sword coming back and slashing him lightly on his cheek. The sword had cauterized its cut and before Liem knew it he had been pinned down to the ground calling for Coltean's name.

What felt like days, weeks passed and Liem came to a final decision that Coltean had died. Not because of starvation or of thirst but from an execution. Coltean was friendly with the Empire although being out here in the Outer Rim would not protect him. Grief and guilt overcame Liem and he wept, his black tee collecting his sobbing mess and his hands catching his tears. The strongest emotion Liem had felt for anyone was always a reaction to Coltean, he loved him as a brother, of course, always concerned for Coltean after Liem grew out the middle years of his life. Liem stood and kicked the metal frame of his bed, face towards the ceiling and mouth agape he yelled, his next-door cell mate who he thought had died reacting and slamming a solid fist on the wall. He ran to the bars of his door, knuckles pale and face red and straining. He called for Coltean, begging, pleading wishing that the man with his not-so-fiery red hair came back.

"Hey, you! Quiet in there!" A human guard shouts. They come around the corner glaring directly at Liem as his arms are outstretched through the bars.

"Where is Coltean!?" Liem has no more tears, his eyes wide and searching the guard, his hair covering his face slightly and stubble carving his jaw-line.

WARNING: "I don't know a Coltean you crazy Bantha fodder. Now stick your arms back in your cell or I will pull you out and beat you." The guard came closer, Liem opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. The guard, however, began to unlock the door and stare down at Liem.

"Now.. Stick your arms back in your cell." Defying the guard, Liem tried to sidestep him and make a run for it, only getting as far as an arm's reach as his left arm was brutally twisted around and placed against his back.

"Please, just tell me where he is," Liem whispered, closing his eyes as he waited for the first strike.

The guard kicked him in behind his knees, making Liem collapse to the floor. The guard lifts his bat up behind his head and brings it down to Liem's shoulders, making this movement repeatedly till Liem fell face first to the ground. He then kicks at Liem's head, then at his ribs. There are no punches thrown, there is no screaming or pleading. Liem accepts and stays quiet, knowing him speaking out will cause more pain. The guard picks him up by the collar and throws him head first into the cell door, blood trickling out of Liem's head, nose, and lip. He tries to pick himself up, he wants to fight but he wants to flee, he knows fighting back would make Coltean proud but disappointed as they're Slicers, they don't want to be involved with whatever side has to go on. Nevertheless, if Liem were to run, he knows he could outrun the guard, he's quick and he's nimble but would he go and find Coltean or would he escape this planet?

The beating continues, the guard had picked up Liem continuously and kicked him in the stomach, the lower back and hit him across the head with the bat. His body was beaten into unconsciousness. His body swollen and bloody, Liem laid there on the cold floor, feeling like he was dying. His mind, however, still remaining intact somewhat, reminded himself to breathe. As hard as it was; Liem took a single deep breath in, his lungs clenching and making him sputter up blood. :WARNING END

From outside came a yell and a loud metal twang, Liem close to shutting his eyes and falling under prayed that it was the guard being beat for what he had done. Another twang and somebody saying 'Karabast'. Liem's eyes shut and the pulse he thought was his body pounding began to slow. He wasn't lying in a pool of his own blood, he hadn't been shot, he hadn't been killed, he was still there, he was still alive.

"DJ!" Somebody cried, feet hitting the pavement in a fast beat, "DJ! Where are you! Say something!" Liem opened his mouth slightly, a breath of air escaping him.

"C-C-Coltean?" He whimpered, a sudden urge to sleep overwhelming him, "C-Coltean, I'm in here."

Praying that it was Coltean, Liem closed his eyes, the footsteps fast approaching and then halting as they came near him.

"It's okay kid, I've got you.."

The stutter came with the beating, normally children were born with it or developed it in the early years. Liem did have problems saying some letters of some words however now it seemed he began every sentence with a stutter. The man knew what he wanted to say and he wasn't afraid to voice his thoughts, but now he was afraid of his voice overall, so Liem became quiet. Coltean, of course, was the only one that could get a word out of him, but it was only a few words. Their mission on Taris had been a near failure, if it weren't for Coltean escaping, grabbing a bat and single handily beating five guards to get to Liem, they would be in great dept to the Hutts, or that's what Liem thought.

He rested in his cabin, three broken ribs, a shifted vertebrae, a concussion and of course damage to his brain. Most of the cuts and bruises had healed quickly given that they had escaped the Outer Rim planet two weeks ago. Coltean had no issues with bringing Liem's limp body onto their new found ship The Escape, a Gunship, as Coltean was stronger of the two, but because Liem bled all over the seats and hit the medic droid in his drugged state, Liem now had to go by DJ. And he did exactly that. DJ moved so he could rest his back against the headboard of his bunk, breathing in sharp breaths. He buzzed for the medic droid, wanting for it to go grab Coltean.

"What can I do for you Master DJ," the droid asked as it immediately entered the room, skinny robotic fingers clasped together. Its presence was unnerving, tall. frail and navy blue with large eyes staring at it's patient.

"C-Coltean, please.." DJ said with a wispy smile, holding his hand against his chest.

"Absolutely sir, I will get him now." The droid left, leaving DJ in his staggered breathing silence.

Shortly afterward Coltean entered the room, grease and dirt covering his face slightly and a white rag wrapped around his fingers, his appearance was comforting for DJ. Coltean laughed at how sweaty and broken DJ was, his head tipping back a little in laughter and his hands holding his belly. DJ coughed a little, trying not to laugh as it hurt, but it didn't hurt to smile. Just a little bit. He threw the rag at DJ, coming in and crouching just in front of him.

"We're going to the planet, Hoth. It's going to start getting cold so.... I got you something." The medic droid enters holding a high collared, Nerf leather coat.

"When we were in Lothal there was a lil' shop selling all sorts of good stuff," mentioned Coltean before being stopped by DJ.

"Y-you mean when y-you were in Lothal," said DJ, breathing heavily through his nose and closing his eyes briefly.

"Hey! You were there, just sleeping in the ship," a chuckle escaped Coltean's lips and a smile played on DJ's.

Both men exchanged hugs as the coat was placed in DJ's lap, the sleeves seemed to have parts that overlapped and inside the collar an odd design of silver lines. Although it felt thin between his fingers, DJ knew it would look good when on Hoth, on top of three other layers.

Looking at the mirror, a pale, somewhat bearded, skinny man looked back. DJ had lost a large amount of weight due to being held captive and not having an appetite while recovering. Looking down at the pruning scissors supplied by the droid, DJ reflected back on his previous methods and thoughts about why he grew out his hair. It was a nuisance, he could easily be grabbed from behind and when it came to seducing a target, a large majority didn't appreciate the long hair on a rugged male. He was a fan of it, he loved tying it up and being able to be an entirely different person. But now he needs to be someone different, he needs a new identity. If he were to fit in on Hoth, a Rebel seemed most fitting. He reached up and began to cut his hair, watching it as it fell onto his shoulders and then on to the floor. A massive weight had been lifted, trimming at the sides and back as far as they could go, and making it longer on top. An easily manageable hairstyle.

Slipping out of The Escape proved harder than they thought it would be, Rebel fighters had searched the ship entirely, suspicious of any Empire activity after the success of bringing down the Empire five years ago. Their searches included taking away the medic droid, taking away DJ's beddings and Coltean's blaster that he accidentally left on board.

"You would think winning the war five years ago they would stop.." Whispered Coltean as they briskly walked to the entry of a hallway.

"Th-they have every right. We-we didn't fight f-f-for either side."

"Maybe we should of.." Coltean patted DJ lightly on the back, their journey only continuing as they traveled further into the Galaxy.

#Star Wars #Star Wars The Last Jedi #Star Wars The Force Awakens #Star Wars The Original Trilogy #Star Wars Legends #Star Wars Canon #fanfiction #fic #DJ #Benicio del Toro #thanks for reading!#Don't Join the Stars #Own Characters #Oc

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sinsiriuslyemo · 6 years

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Cuba v DR Season 17: Special Features

You asked, and we answered!!! We all answered lol together, it was…interesting to say the least. Hahaha

CAST/AUTHOR Q&A

Does Dama ever regret marrying Nevada? Or wonder if she would have been happier with someone else?

Dama: Is Channing Tatum available?

Nevada: *arches a brow at Dama* That guy looks like a fucking cyborg. Coño you have shitty taste.

Dama: He’s handsome, he dances and I could actually hurt myself on his abs. Yum. But, in reality, no. I’ve never regretted marrying him.

Nevada: *mumbles* Gross.

Dama: He’s my idiot ‘till death. *Smiles* Or ‘till Channing calls.

Nevada: That’s fucking disgusting.

Dama: Oh? Who would you pick then, hmmm?

Nevada: Nobody, cause I’m not a dick. *smirks*

Which language are Nevada and Dama more comfortable speaking?

Dama: Personally, I prefer speaking English. I like speaking Spanish to Nevada because it’s intimate and not everyone will understand us. I enjoy that. With my kids I speak it because it’s an important part of who we are and I want them to be a part of that.

Nevada: Bro, literally everybody around us except for the Blackwoods speak Spanish. Como que ‘intimate?’

Dama: Can I change my answer about us being happily married?

Nevada: *points a thumb at Dama* You see what I gotta put up with?

Amanda: Okay, but half the time, you deserve it. Seriously.

Jen: Half?

Dama: Preach sister.

Nevada: Jesus Christ, surrounded by fucking ovaries over here.

*All three women arch a brow at him*

Question for Amber and Omar, separately but addressed to both of them: Does Amber want to get back together with Omar and hope that it will be like it was before Fallon?

Amber: No thanks

Same question for Omar.

Omar: No, I don’t wanna get back together with Amber.

Also, do either of them sometimes regret Fallon coming into the picture? Because like, without her they might’ve still been close and together

Omar: Honestly, I think we would’ve broken up anyway. It’s got nothing to do with Fallon. We just eventually ran out of shit to talk about and things to do that wasn’t sex. We would’ve grown apart anyway. Maybe it would’a taken longer, pero we would’a broken up eventually, I think.

Amber: I agree. Sexually, we have incredibly chemistry, but we didn’t do anything but have sex. The funny thing is now that we’re not married or together, we have tons to talk about.

Question for Nevada: does he ever regret marrying Dama and having all those babies? Like, does he ever think what his life would be like without them and just having raised Eddie? And what does he feel and think about that?

Nevada: *pauses for a minute* Nah. I mean I know my life would be a hell of a lot easier if they weren’t in the picture, but I like having my family around. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have the extra responsibility, pero for the most part, having kids ain’t so bad. Having a wife, though… *Dama glares at him* I’m kidding, she’s handy too.

Amanda: He just doesn’t wanna sound all lovey-dovey, but he loves his wife and those kids a lot more than he lets on.

Question for Eddie, is he gay? Or is he just BI?

Eddie: Coño, what’s it matter? I can stick my dick in anything I want right? If you’re at a buffet, you don’t just eat the sushi, you want some sausage too.

*Nevada laughs*

Dama: Eduardo Cuervo-Ramirez, I do not want that crass language on this interview!

Eddie: Tia they asked me a question, I’m supposed to answer. Yeah I guess if you wanna put a label on it, I’m okay with dick or pussy. What matters is the person, not the parts.

Dama: Jesus Christ, Eddie!

Nevada: There you go, mijo. Way to be how you want. *looks at Dama* Dejalo, chica.

*Dama rolls her eyes*

Will the story progress up to the last season to show us what will happen to everyone, when they’re old and gray? And hopefully not leave us with a cliffhanger. At least make everyone happy. Also, can I please request that everyone end up happy and Nevada doesn’t die in his line of work/ironically from a stroke caused by Lily or something lol would be hilarious though! Oh And Omar gets his job back and hopefully gets back together with Amber. Oh and to know what will happen to Rafael and Roxie!

We actually can’t say much to this question guys… It’s an amazing question! But neither myself or Amanda are fans of spoilers so we plan on keeping the ending under wraps for now. But I can promise Lily won’t give Nevada a stroke. Jesus, I hope not lol

Do Nevada and Dama plan to raise NJ like they did Eddie? Or will Nevada try to teach him so of the “business” ? I think Nevada will not want that for NJ like he didn’t want it for Eddie … Right?

Dama: I think Nevada and I both agree that none of our kids should be anywhere near the business. Right baby?

Nevada: *pauses for a minute, then shrugs* I don’t know, I kinda wanna do a “Take Your Kid To Work Day.”

Dama: I will put a bullet in you.

Nevada: Why? You think our kid is too good to run a strip club? It’s a legitimate way to earn a living, and he’d get to be surrounded by pussy and tits all day.

Dama: No! No I don’t wanna hear it! Lalalalala! I will not listen to my son and the word pussy in the same sentence, pendejo!

Nevada: *smirks and shakes his head* NJ comes near my business, I’ll bash his nose into his face. Mejor?

Dama: *Cringes* Not better.

Nevada: Bueno, what do you want me to do, chica? No, he’s not gonna learn anything about the business.

Question for Roxie: Does she ever feel homesick? And what are thoughts of Rafael and Roxie moving to London permanently?

Roxie: Oh, I really do miss my home. London has a special place in my heart and I’ll never stop missing it. But my heart is with Rafael, he’s my home now. And whether we move to London, or stay in New York, I’ll be perfectly content.

Rafael: I always thought maybe we’d retire in London, but our lives are in New York for now.

Roxie: London isn’t great to raise children, I want them to see sunshine. They’ll never see it there.

For some reason, I’m imagining Nevada not to have tattoos although if Dama has and he’s been like, badass for ever, it’s natural to assume he has. I just can’t picture it. So question to either the cast or authors: does he have a tattoo/multiple and of what and when did he get them if he has any. I actually hope Nevada doesn’t have any tattoos cuz I like him just Nevada. I’d rather just imagine him to only have packs and the build of a man to die for <3

Amanda: He doesn’t have any tattoos, but what he has an abundance of is scars. Bullet wounds, stab wounds, you name it.

Dama: So fucking sexy.

Jen: Yeah…if you like injuries from…stabbings and prison.

Dama: Like I said. So fucking sexy.

Nevada: I got one near my eye where my mom tried to pluck my eyeball out with a fork.

Amanda: Thank you for that insightful addition, Nevada.

Nevada: Mhm. Her favorite scar is one I got right on my chest, that was from a bar fight when I was like twenty or something. Fucker broke a chair over me, it broke and he used on of the pieces to–

Amanda: Okay, we get it. *shudders* Scars are sexy, but details really creep me out.

Dama: Sometimes he tells me that story to get me in the mood. I don’t condone violence but it already happened…and the scar is so… *eyes focus on his chest and then his crotch*

Amanda: Seriously? Later, woman, we’re in the middle of an interview.

Nevada: Fuck that *to Dama* Wanna go to the bathroom?

Dama: *Stands up* We’re gonna take a brief intermission.

This question for the Cuba vs Dr Q&A, this goes out to Dama and Nevada. So you guys have been married for about 7 years at least, how do you guys keep the spark going? - Delia26

Dama: A strong connection on both a mental and physical level, common interests and things to do together, special things only you two do. Like anal, or pottery.

Nevada: I hate pottery. Everything else, yeah. We like to try new shit every once in awhile.

Dama: And if one of us suggests things, we always gives two options. Like…we could go bird-watching or we can put on expensive clothes and have sex on a pile of money. It’s all about options.

Nevada: Bird-watching? Who would wanna do that?

Cast questions… Lily what are your favorite things about your Papi and Mami?

Lily: A question for me? Papi look! Someone ask-ed me a question! Ummm I like my mami because she is the prettiest person in the whole wide world and she looks like a princess! She makes me Mac and Cheese and she even still does the sippy cup song with me and NJ and Fi. But Fi doesn’t like it. But Fi doesn’t like anything.

For Papi, I like that he brushes my hair and tells me bedtime stories. He gives the bestest cuddles in the UNIVERSE! Which mama says is bigger than just the world. Papi also comes home from work and plays with me, even though sometimes I can tell that he sleepy.

Nevada: Oye, what about me being the most handsome man in the whole world, princesa? You don’t think papi’s handsome?

Lily: *giggles* No! Papi’s aren’t handsome! Papi look like a troll!

Nevada: Ah si?

Lily: Papi’s can’t be handsome silly! Otherwise the princess would marry them and not the prince!

Nevada: You just said your mother looks like a princess. Oye, you hurt my feelings, no more tea parties for you. *crosses arms and looks away*

Amanda: Are you for real? She’s six.

Nevada: *shrugs defiantly*

Lily: *Bottom lip trembles as eyes fill with tears*

Jen: Now he’s done it.

Nevada: *to Dama* Nothing to say?

Dama: *Still laughing from the troll comment*

Nevada: *gets up and leaves the room*

Amanda: Aye, he’s so fucking sensitive. *bites bottom lip* Please don’t tell him I said that. *looks at Lily* Lily, your papi just wanted you to say he was handsome, you don’t have to mean it.

Lily: Mami says not to lie *sniffles*

Dama: *Kneels* Sweetheart, you said the princess marries the prince right?

Lily: Si.

Dama: Well then if I’m the princess, that makes papi the prince, right?

Lily: Oh! *Hurries out to Nevada and hugs him* Papi don’t be sad. I love you so much! Mami says you’re the prince! So you’re the most handsomest!

Nevada: You don’t mean it. *gives her a puppy pout*

Lily: I do! I do! Mami said if she’s the princess then you’re the handsome prince!

Nevada: Mami says… *sighs and gets up, walking with Lily back into the interview room*

Lily: Papi is the handsomest! I mean it papi! Right mami? *Nevada rolls his eyes* Tell him!

Dama: *Smiles* I’ve always thought so.

Questions for Omar: Do you still love Amber?

Omar: I’ll always love Amber, but I’m not in love with her. No.

Has Fallon grown on you or did you love her unconditionally the first time you saw her?

Omar: She’s growing on me, I guess. Shit, she didn’t do anything to me. I got no reason to hate her.

On that note,how is fatherhood treating you?

Omar: She’s not dead, that’s something right?

Amanda: *looking at Omar with an expressionless face* Where did you go?

Omar: What?

Amanda: You’re not the same Omar anymore, it creeps me out a little.

Omar: *shrugs*

Jen: He’s the absolute worst now.

#nevada ramirez #rafael barba #trouble in the heights #law and order svu #cuba v dr

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faegal04 · 7 years

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SUMMARY: Sam Winchester has known his share of heartbreak, he lost his fiance in a house fire. He moved back home to help his brother with the family business but he won’t let anyone get close to him. Y/F/N Y/L/N was finally free from an abusive relationship or so she thought. One night while driving home, he sees the remains of an accident. Sam rescues a beautiful, unconscious woman from the suspicious looking car wreck and the first chink in his armor appears. When secrets are revealed about her it brings Sam’s protective side roaring to the surface. He swore he would never love again, but will this timid, broken woman heal his heart. Will they rescue each other?

PAIRING: Ex-wife!Reader x Ex-husband!Shane Walsh

WORD COUNT: 601 (this will be the only short, short chapter)

WARNINGS: Language, Mentions of past domestic abuse, mention of rape, vague mention of future domestic violence

A/N: This is the first part of my new SPN AU, “Handle with Care.” I have had this idea for some time now, especially with Season 12 starting out like it did and how as usual everything that happens to Sam is pushed under a rug (that’s a different post altogether :P) This story is going to be very dark in places, I will tag it appropriately though, because I know there will need to be trigger warnings. I did “borrow” a character from TWD, but he was the only one douchey enough to fit the part. I’m not sure how long this story is going to end up so I hope you all stick with me till the end. It will be a slow burn for Sam and Reader though.

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Bitch. His hand crumpling the paper he held in his fist, he couldn’t believe that she had done it. Divorced him, while he sat in prison serving the sentence for domestic abuse, rape and for assaulting the prick cop who had tried to stop him from disciplining his wife. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back he slowly rolled his head from one side to the other, trying to loosen the tightly coiled muscles in his shoulders and neck. He knew that the release officer had handed him the divorce papers along with the protection order, just to get a rise out of him. But, Shane wasn’t stupid, he had bided his time, had gotten in no trouble, working the system to his advantage.

He wasn’t even supposed to be eligible for parole until next February, but thanks to overcrowding and his impeccable good behavior, they were releasing him today. If he was lucky, Y/N wouldn’t even have been notified, as the decision came down yesterday afternoon. He smirked at the guard as he listened to the man drone on and on about what would happen if he disregarded the protection order. It was just a piece of paper, that wouldn’t keep him from showing her what pain was.

Shane Walsh was a free man, after serving roughly 586 days in prison. He breathed in the fresh air, thankful to be free of the smells of unwashed bodies and lousy food. The sounds of normal everyday life were something he was glad to hear again. He would take the bus back to Wall, find Y/N, and then it was a matter of settling scores.

He felt his anger spike at the thought that you had left him. Hell, you should be grateful for the attention he had paid to you in school. You didn’t know how to cook, or how to keep your goddamn mouth shut, which was why he had to discipline you so often. You should have been grateful for the attention that he paid to you, period. He took you in when no one else would have, put food on the table for you, decided what you deserved. It’s not like you were pretty, hell, you were skinny, had no tits to speak of and you sure as hell couldn’t satisfy him in bed. The only thing you had going for you was an ass that wouldn’t quit and this time, he was going to take advantage of that, he thought as he palmed his growing erection. Quickly, he walked to the bus station, he was eager to be home.

Once back in Wall, he walked from Main Street to the corner of Fifth, and stopped at the park that was across the street from the house. He made sure to stay in shadow of the trees, he didn’t want to spook you, yet. The car wasn’t in the driveway, which pissed him off even more, God help you if you were driving it, he thought.

Shane settled in to wait, his anger and rage building slowly. You would be back and then well then he would have some fun. You were going to pay for the cops showing up that night, for testifying against him and for divorcing him. Once he was done with you, no man would ever want you again. He was going to make sure of that. He tore the divorce papers and protection order into tiny pieces, “Like a piece of paper would keep you safe,” he muttered, “Tonight there won’t be anything but pain, that’s a promise Y/N.”

#sam winchester x reader #sam winchester #spn au #faegal04 writes #hwc #sam!girl

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lewiscarrollsocietynorthamerica · 4 years

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CHAPTER VIII. ‘It’s my own Invention’

After a while the noise seemed gradually to die away, till all was dead silence, and Alice lifted up her head in some alarm. There was no one to be seen, and her first thought was that she must have been dreaming about the Lion and the Unicorn and those queer Anglo-Saxon Messengers. However, there was the great dish still lying at her feet, on which she had tried to cut the plum-cake, ‘So I wasn’t dreaming, after all,’ she said to herself, ‘unless—unless we’re all part of the same dream. Only I do hope it’s my dream, and not the Red King’s! I don’t like belonging to another person’s dream,’ she went on in a rather complaining tone: ‘I’ve a great mind to go and wake him, and see what happens!’

At this moment her thoughts were interrupted by a loud shouting of ‘Ahoy! Ahoy! Check!’ and a Knight dressed in crimson armour came galloping down upon her, brandishing a great club. Just as he reached her, the horse stopped suddenly: ‘You’re my prisoner!’ the Knight cried, as he tumbled off his horse.

Startled as she was, Alice was more frightened for him than for herself at the moment, and watched him with some anxiety as he mounted again. As soon as he was comfortably in the saddle, he began once more ‘You’re my—’ but here another voice broke in ‘Ahoy! Ahoy! Check!’ and Alice looked round in some surprise for the new enemy.

This time it was a White Knight. He drew up at Alice’s side, and tumbled off his horse just as the Red Knight had done: then he got on again, and the two Knights sat and looked at each other for some time without speaking. Alice looked from one to the other in some bewilderment.

‘She’s my prisoner, you know!’ the Red Knight said at last.

‘Yes, but then I came and rescued her!’ the White Knight replied.

‘Well, we must fight for her, then,’ said the Red Knight, as he took up his helmet (which hung from the saddle, and was something the shape of a horse’s head), and put it on.

‘You will observe the Rules of Battle, of course?’ the White Knight remarked, putting on his helmet too.

‘I always do,’ said the Red Knight, and they began banging away at each other with such fury that Alice got behind a tree to be out of the way of the blows.

‘I wonder, now, what the Rules of Battle are,’ she said to herself, as she watched the fight, timidly peeping out from her hiding-place: ‘one Rule seems to be, that if one Knight hits the other, he knocks him off his horse, and if he misses, he tumbles off himself—and another Rule seems to be that they hold their clubs with their arms, as if they were Punch and Judy—What a noise they make when they tumble! Just like a whole set of fire-irons falling into the fender! And how quiet the horses are! They let them get on and off them just as if they were tables!’

Another Rule of Battle, that Alice had not noticed, seemed to be that they always fell on their heads, and the battle ended with their both falling off in this way, side by side: when they got up again, they shook hands, and then the Red Knight mounted and galloped off.

‘It was a glorious victory, wasn’t it?’ said the White Knight, as he came up panting.

‘I don’t know,’ Alice said doubtfully. ‘I don’t want to be anybody’s prisoner. I want to be a Queen.’

‘So you will, when you’ve crossed the next brook,’ said the White Knight. ‘I’ll see you safe to the end of the wood—and then I must go back, you know. That’s the end of my move.’

‘Thank you very much,’ said Alice. ‘May I help you off with your helmet?’ It was evidently more than he could manage by himself; however, she managed to shake him out of it at last.

‘Now one can breathe more easily,’ said the Knight, putting back his shaggy hair with both hands, and turning his gentle face and large mild eyes to Alice. She thought she had never seen such a strange-looking soldier in all her life.

He was dressed in tin armour, which seemed to fit him very badly, and he had a queer-shaped little deal box fastened across his shoulder, upside-down, and with the lid hanging open. Alice looked at it with great curiosity.

‘I see you’re admiring my little box.’ the Knight said in a friendly tone. ‘It’s my own invention—to keep clothes and sandwiches in. You see I carry it upside-down, so that the rain can’t get in.’

‘But the things can get out,’ Alice gently remarked. ‘Do you know the lid’s open?’

‘I didn’t know it,’ the Knight said, a shade of vexation passing over his face. ‘Then all the things must have fallen out! And the box is no use without them.’ He unfastened it as he spoke, and was just going to throw it into the bushes, when a sudden thought seemed to strike him, and he hung it carefully on a tree. ‘Can you guess why I did that?’ he said to Alice.

Alice shook her head.

‘In hopes some bees may make a nest in it—then I should get the honey.’

‘But you’ve got a bee-hive—or something like one—fastened to the saddle,’ said Alice.

‘Yes, it’s a very good bee-hive,’ the Knight said in a discontented tone, ‘one of the best kind. But not a single bee has come near it yet. And the other thing is a mouse-trap. I suppose the mice keep the bees out—or the bees keep the mice out, I don’t know which.’

‘I was wondering what the mouse-trap was for,’ said Alice. ‘It isn’t very likely there would be any mice on the horse’s back.’

‘Not very likely, perhaps,’ said the Knight: ‘but if they do come, I don’t choose to have them running all about.’

‘You see,’ he went on after a pause, ‘it’s as well to be provided for everything. That’s the reason the horse has all those anklets round his feet.’

‘But what are they for?’ Alice asked in a tone of great curiosity.

‘To guard against the bites of sharks,’ the Knight replied. ‘It’s an invention of my own. And now help me on. I’ll go with you to the end of the wood—What’s the dish for?’

‘It’s meant for plum-cake,’ said Alice.

‘We’d better take it with us,’ the Knight said. ‘It’ll come in handy if we find any plum-cake. Help me to get it into this bag.’

This took a very long time to manage, though Alice held the bag open very carefully, because the Knight was so very awkward in putting in the dish: the first two or three times that he tried he fell in himself instead. ‘It’s rather a tight fit, you see,’ he said, as they got it in a last; ‘There are so many candlesticks in the bag.’ And he hung it to the saddle, which was already loaded with bunches of carrots, and fire-irons, and many other things.

‘I hope you’ve got your hair well fastened on?’ he continued, as they set off.

‘Only in the usual way,’ Alice said, smiling.

‘That’s hardly enough,’ he said, anxiously. ‘You see the wind is so very strong here. It’s as strong as soup.’

‘Have you invented a plan for keeping the hair from being blown off?’ Alice enquired.

‘Not yet,’ said the Knight. ‘But I’ve got a plan for keeping it from falling off.’

‘I should like to hear it, very much.’

‘First you take an upright stick,’ said the Knight. ‘Then you make your hair creep up it, like a fruit-tree. Now the reason hair falls off is because it hangs down—things never fall upwards, you know. It’s a plan of my own invention. You may try it if you like.’

It didn’t sound a comfortable plan, Alice thought, and for a few minutes she walked on in silence, puzzling over the idea, and every now and then stopping to help the poor Knight, who certainly was not a good rider.

Whenever the horse stopped (which it did very often), he fell off in front; and whenever it went on again (which it generally did rather suddenly), he fell off behind. Otherwise he kept on pretty well, except that he had a habit of now and then falling off sideways; and as he generally did this on the side on which Alice was walking, she soon found that it was the best plan not to walk quite close to the horse.

‘I’m afraid you’ve not had much practice in riding,’ she ventured to say, as she was helping him up from his fifth tumble.

The Knight looked very much surprised, and a little offended at the remark. ‘What makes you say that?’ he asked, as he scrambled back into the saddle, keeping hold of Alice’s hair with one hand, to save himself from falling over on the other side.

‘Because people don’t fall off quite so often, when they’ve had much practice.’

‘I’ve had plenty of practice,’ the Knight said very gravely: ‘plenty of practice!’

Alice could think of nothing better to say than ‘Indeed?’ but she said it as heartily as she could. They went on a little way in silence after this, the Knight with his eyes shut, muttering to himself, and Alice watching anxiously for the next tumble.

‘The great art of riding,’ the Knight suddenly began in a loud voice, waving his right arm as he spoke, ‘is to keep—’ Here the sentence ended as suddenly as it had begun, as the Knight fell heavily on the top of his head exactly in the path where Alice was walking. She was quite frightened this time, and said in an anxious tone, as she picked him up, ‘I hope no bones are broken?’

‘None to speak of,’ the Knight said, as if he didn’t mind breaking two or three of them. ‘The great art of riding, as I was saying, is—to keep your balance properly. Like this, you know—’

He let go the bridle, and stretched out both his arms to show Alice what he meant, and this time he fell flat on his back, right under the horse’s feet.

‘Plenty of practice!’ he went on repeating, all the time that Alice was getting him on his feet again. ‘Plenty of practice!’

‘It’s too ridiculous!’ cried Alice, losing all her patience this time. ‘You ought to have a wooden horse on wheels, that you ought!’

‘Does that kind go smoothly?’ the Knight asked in a tone of great interest, clasping his arms round the horse’s neck as he spoke, just in time to save himself from tumbling off again.

‘Much more smoothly than a live horse,’ Alice said, with a little scream of laughter, in spite of all she could do to prevent it.

‘I’ll get one,’ the Knight said thoughtfully to himself. ‘One or two—several.’

There was a short silence after this, and then the Knight went on again. ‘I’m a great hand at inventing things. Now, I daresay you noticed, that last time you picked me up, that I was looking rather thoughtful?’

‘You were a little grave,’ said Alice.

‘Well, just then I was inventing a new way of getting over a gate—would you like to hear it?’

‘Very much indeed,’ Alice said politely.

‘I’ll tell you how I came to think of it,’ said the Knight. ‘You see, I said to myself, “The only difficulty is with the feet: the head is high enough already.” Now, first I put my head on the top of the gate—then I stand on my head—then the feet are high enough, you see—then I’m over, you see.’

‘Yes, I suppose you’d be over when that was done,’ Alice said thoughtfully: ‘but don’t you think it would be rather hard?’

‘I haven’t tried it yet,’ the Knight said, gravely: ‘so I can’t tell for certain—but I’m afraid it would be a little hard.’

He looked so vexed at the idea, that Alice changed the subject hastily. ‘What a curious helmet you’ve got!’ she said cheerfully. ‘Is that your invention too?’

The Knight looked down proudly at his helmet, which hung from the saddle. ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘but I’ve invented a better one than that—like a sugar loaf. When I used to wear it, if I fell off the horse, it always touched the ground directly. So I had a very little way to fall, you see—But there was the danger of falling into it, to be sure. That happened to me once—and the worst of it was, before I could get out again, the other White Knight came and put it on. He thought it was his own helmet.’

The knight looked so solemn about it that Alice did not dare to laugh. ‘I’m afraid you must have hurt him,’ she said in a trembling voice, ‘being on the top of his head.’

‘I had to kick him, of course,’ the Knight said, very seriously. ‘And then he took the helmet off again—but it took hours and hours to get me out. I was as fast as—as lightning, you know.’

‘But that’s a different kind of fastness,’ Alice objected.

The Knight shook his head. ‘It was all kinds of fastness with me, I can assure you!’ he said. He raised his hands in some excitement as he said this, and instantly rolled out of the saddle, and fell headlong into a deep ditch.

Alice ran to the side of the ditch to look for him. She was rather startled by the fall, as for some time he had kept on very well, and she was afraid that he really was hurt this time. However, though she could see nothing but the soles of his feet, she was much relieved to hear that he was talking on in his usual tone. ‘All kinds of fastness,’ he repeated: ‘but it was careless of him to put another man’s helmet on—with the man in it, too.’

‘How can you go on talking so quietly, head downwards?’ Alice asked, as she dragged him out by the feet, and laid him in a heap on the bank.

The Knight looked surprised at the question. ‘What does it matter where my body happens to be?’ he said. ‘My mind goes on working all the same. In fact, the more head downwards I am, the more I keep inventing new things.’

‘Now the cleverest thing of the sort that I ever did,’ he went on after a pause, ‘was inventing a new pudding during the meat-course.’

‘In time to have it cooked for the next course?’ said Alice. ‘Well, not the next course,’ the Knight said in a slow thoughtful tone: ‘no, certainly not the next course.’

‘Then it would have to be the next day. I suppose you wouldn’t have two pudding-courses in one dinner?’

‘Well, not the next day,’ the Knight repeated as before: ‘not the next day. In fact,’ he went on, holding his head down, and his voice getting lower and lower, ‘I don’t believe that pudding ever was cooked! In fact, I don’t believe that pudding ever will be cooked! And yet it was a very clever pudding to invent.’

‘What did you mean it to be made of?’ Alice asked, hoping to cheer him up, for the poor Knight seemed quite low-spirited about it.

‘It began with blotting paper,’ the Knight answered with a groan.

‘That wouldn’t be very nice, I’m afraid—’

‘Not very nice alone,’ he interrupted, quite eagerly: ‘but you’ve no idea what a difference it makes mixing it with other things—such as gunpowder and sealing-wax. And here I must leave you.’ They had just come to the end of the wood.

Alice could only look puzzled: she was thinking of the pudding.

‘You are sad,’ the Knight said in an anxious tone: ‘let me sing you a song to comfort you.’

‘Is it very long?’ Alice asked, for she had heard a good deal of poetry that day.

‘It’s long,’ said the Knight, ‘but very, very beautiful. Everybody that hears me sing it—either it brings the tears into their eyes, or else—’

‘Or else what?’ said Alice, for the Knight had made a sudden pause.

‘Or else it doesn’t, you know. The name of the song is called “Haddocks’ Eyes.”’

‘Oh, that’s the name of the song, is it?’ Alice said, trying to feel interested.

‘No, you don’t understand,’ the Knight said, looking a little vexed. ‘That’s what the name is called. The name really is “The Aged Aged Man.”’

‘Then I ought to have said “That’s what the song is called”?’ Alice corrected herself.

‘No, you oughtn’t: that’s quite another thing! The song is called “Ways and Means”: but that’s only what it’s called, you know!’

‘Well, what is the song, then?’ said Alice, who was by this time completely bewildered.

‘I was coming to that,’ the Knight said. ‘The song really is “A-sitting On A Gate”: and the tune’s my own invention.’

So saying, he stopped his horse and let the reins fall on its neck: then, slowly beating time with one hand, and with a faint smile lighting up his gentle foolish face, as if he enjoyed the music of his song, he began.

Of all the strange things that Alice saw in her journey Through The Looking-Glass, this was the one that she always remembered most clearly. Years afterwards she could bring the whole scene back again, as if it had been only yesterday—the mild blue eyes and kindly smile of the Knight—the setting sun gleaming through his hair, and shining on his armour in a blaze of light that quite dazzled her—the horse quietly moving about, with the reins hanging loose on his neck, cropping the grass at her feet—and the black shadows of the forest behind—all this she took in like a picture, as, with one hand shading her eyes, she leant against a tree, watching the strange pair, and listening, in a half dream, to the melancholy music of the song.

‘But the tune isn’t his own invention,’ she said to herself: ‘it’s “I give thee all, I can no more.”’ She stood and listened very attentively, but no tears came into her eyes.

‘I’ll tell thee everything I can; There’s little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. “Who are you, aged man?” I said, “and how is it you live?” And his answer trickled through my head Like water through a sieve. He said “I look for butterflies That sleep among the wheat: I make them into mutton-pies, And sell them in the street. I sell them unto men,” he said, “Who sail on stormy seas; And that’s the way I get my bread— A trifle, if you please.” But I was thinking of a plan To dye one’s whiskers green, And always use so large a fan That they could not be seen. So, having no reply to give To what the old man said, I cried, “Come, tell me how you live!” And thumped him on the head. His accents mild took up the tale: He said “I go my ways, And when I find a mountain-rill, I set it in a blaze; And thence they make a stuff they call Rolands’ Macassar Oil— Yet twopence-halfpenny is all They give me for my toil.” But I was thinking of a way To feed oneself on batter, And so go on from day to day Getting a little fatter. I shook him well from side to side, Until his face was blue: “Come, tell me how you live,” I cried, “And what it is you do!” He said “I hunt for haddocks’ eyes Among the heather bright, And work them into waistcoat-buttons In the silent night. And these I do not sell for gold Or coin of silvery shine But for a copper halfpenny, And that will purchase nine. “I sometimes dig for buttered rolls, Or set limed twigs for crabs; I sometimes search the grassy knolls For wheels of Hansom-cabs. And that’s the way” (he gave a wink) “By which I get my wealth— And very gladly will I drink Your Honour’s noble health.” I heard him then, for I had just Completed my design To keep the Menai bridge from rust By boiling it in wine. I thanked him much for telling me The way he got his wealth, But chiefly for his wish that he Might drink my noble health. And now, if e’er by chance I put My fingers into glue Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot Into a left-hand shoe, Or if I drop upon my toe A very heavy weight, I weep, for it reminds me so, Of that old man I used to know— Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow, Whose hair was whiter than the snow, Whose face was very like a crow, With eyes, like cinders, all aglow, Who seemed distracted with his woe, Who rocked his body to and fro, And muttered mumblingly and low, As if his mouth were full of dough, Who snorted like a buffalo— That summer evening, long ago, A-sitting on a gate.’

As the Knight sang the last words of the ballad, he gathered up the reins, and turned his horse’s head along the road by which they had come. ‘You’ve only a few yards to go,’ he said, ‘down the hill and over that little brook, and then you’ll be a Queen—But you’ll stay and see me off first?’ he added as Alice turned with an eager look in the direction to which he pointed. ‘I shan’t be long. You’ll wait and wave your handkerchief when I get to that turn in the road? I think it’ll encourage me, you see.’

‘Of course I’ll wait,’ said Alice: ‘and thank you very much for coming so far—and for the song—I liked it very much.’

‘I hope so,’ the Knight said doubtfully: ‘but you didn’t cry so much as I thought you would.’

So they shook hands, and then the Knight rode slowly away into the forest. ‘It won’t take long to see him off, I expect,’ Alice said to herself, as she stood watching him. ‘There he goes! Right on his head as usual! However, he gets on again pretty easily—that comes of having so many things hung round the horse—’ So she went on talking to herself, as she watched the horse walking leisurely along the road, and the Knight tumbling off, first on one side and then on the other. After the fourth or fifth tumble he reached the turn, and then she waved her handkerchief to him, and waited till he was out of sight.

‘I hope it encouraged him,’ she said, as she turned to run down the hill: ‘and now for the last brook, and to be a Queen! How grand it sounds!’ A very few steps brought her to the edge of the brook. ‘The Eighth Square at last!’ she cried as she bounded across,

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and threw herself down to rest on a lawn as soft as moss, with little flower-beds dotted about it here and there. ‘Oh, how glad I am to get here! And what is this on my head?’ she exclaimed in a tone of dismay, as she put her hands up to something very heavy, and fitted tight all round her head.

‘But how can it have got there without my knowing it?’ she said to herself, as she lifted it off, and set it on her lap to make out what it could possibly be.

It was a golden crown.

#Lewis Carroll #white knight #Alice In Wonderland #through the looking glass #haddocks eyes

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`It's my own Invention'

After a while the noise seemed gradually to die away, till all was dead silence, and Alice lifted up her head in some alarm. There was no one to be seen, and her first thought was that she must have been dreaming about the Lion and the Unicorn and those still lying at her feet, on which she had tried to cut the plum- cake, `So I wasn't dreaming, after all,' she said to herself, `unless -- unless we're all part of the same dream. Only I do hope it's my dream, and not the Red King's! I don't like belonging to another person's dream,' she went on in a rather complaining tone: `I've a great mind to go and wake him, and see what happens!'

At this moment her thoughts were interrupted by a loud shouting of `Ahoy! Ahoy! Check! and a Knight dressed in crimson armour, came galloping down upon her, brandishing a great club. Just as he reached her, the horse stopped suddenly: `You're my prisoner!' the Knight cried, as he tumbled off his horse.

Startled as she was, Alice was more frightened for him than for herself at the moment, and watched him with some anxiety as he mounted again. As soon as he was comfortably in the saddle, he began once more `You're my -- ' but here another voice broke in `Ahoy! Ahoy! Check!' and Alice looked round in some surprise for the new enemy.

This time it was a White Knight. He drew up at Alice's side, and tumbled off his horse just as the Red Knight had done: then he got on again, and the two Knights sat and looked at each other for some time without speaking. Alice looked from one to the other in some bewilderment.

`She's my prisoner, you know!' the Red Knight said at last.

`Yes, but then I came and rescued her!' the White Knight replied.

`Well, we must fight for her, then,' said the Red Knight, as he took up his helmet (which hung from the saddle, and was something the shape of a horse's head, and put it on.

`You will observe the Rules of Battle, of course?' the White Knight remarked, putting on his helmet too.

`I always do,' said the Red Knight, and they began banging away at each other with such fury that Alice got behind a tree to be out of the way of the blows.

`I wonder, now, what the Rules of Battle are,' she said to herself, as she watched the fight, timidly peeping out from her hiding-place: `one Rule seems to be, that if one Knight hits the other, he knocks him off his horse, and if he misses, he tumbles off himself -- and another Rule seems to be that they hold their clubs with their arms, as if they were Punch and Judy -- What a noise they make when they tumble! Just like a whole set of fire- irons falling into the fender! And how quiet the horses are! They let them get on and off them just as if they were tables!'

`It was a glorious victory, wasn't it?' said the White Knight, as he came up panting.

`I don't know,' Alice said doubtfully. `I don't want to be anybody's prisoner. I want to be a Queen.'

`So you will, when you've crossed the next brook,' said the White Knight. `I'll see you safe to the end of the wood -- and then I must go back, you know. That's the end of my move.'

`Thank you very much,' said Alice. `May I help you off with your helmet?' It was evidently more than he could manage by himself; however, she managed to shake him out of it at last.

`Now one can breathe more easily,' said the Knight, putting back his shaggy hair with both hands, and turning his gentle face and large mild eyes to Alice. She thought she had never seen such a strange-looking soldier in all her life.

`I see you're admiring my little box.' the Knight said in a friendly tone. `It's my own invention -- to keep clothes and sandwiches in. You see I carry it upside-down, so that the rain can't get in.'

`But the things can get out,' Alice gently remarked. `Do you know the lid's open?'

`I didn't know it,' the Knight said, a shade of vexation passing over his face. `Then all the things much have fallen out! And the box is no use without them.' He unfastened it as he spoke, and was just going to throw it into the bushes, when a sudden though seemed to strike him, and he hung it carefully on a tree. `Can you guess why I did that?' he said to Alice.

Alice shook her head.

`In hopes some bees my make a nest in it -- then I should get the honey.'

`But you've got a bee-hive -- or something like one -- fastened to the saddle,' said Alice.

`Yes, it's a very good bee-hive,' the Knight said in a discontented tone, `one of the best kind. But not a single bee has come near it yet. And the other thing is a mouse-trap. I suppose the mice keep the bees out -- or the bees keep the mice out, I don't know which.'

`I was wondering what the mouse-trap was for,' said Alice. `It isn't very likely there would be any mice on the horse's back.'

`Not very likely, perhaps,' said the Knight: `but if they do come, I don't choose to have them running all about.'

`You see,' he went on after a pause, `it's as well to be provided for everything. That's the reason the horse has all those anklets round his feet.'

`But what are they for?' Alice asked in a tone of great curiosity.

`To guard against the bites of sharks,' the Knight replied. `It's an invention of my own. And now help me on. I'll go with you to the end of the wood -- What's the dish for?'

`It's meant for plum-cake,' said Alice.

`We'd better take it with us, the Knight said. `It'll some in handy if we find any plum-cake. Help me to get it into this bag.'

This took a very long time to manage, though Alice held the bag open very carefully, because the Knight was so very awkward in putting in the dish: the first two or three times that he tried he fell in himself instead. `It's rather a tight fit, you see,' he said, as they got it in a last; `There are so many candlesticks in the bag.' And he hung it to the saddle, which was already loaded with bunches of carrots, and fire-irons, and many other things.

`I hope you've got your hair well fastened on?' he continued, as they set off.

`Only in the usual way,' Alice said, smiling.

`That's hardly enough,' he said, anxiously. `You see the wind is so very strong here. It's as strong as soup.'

`Have you invented a plan for keeping the hair from being blown off?' Alice enquired.

`Not yet,' said the Knight. `But I've got a plan for keeping it from falling off.'

`I should like to hear it, very much.'

`First you take an upright stick,' said the Knight. `Then you make your hair creep up it, like a fruit-tree. Now the reason hair falls off is because it hangs down -- things never fallupwards, you know. It's a plan of my own invention. You may try it if you like.

It didn't sound a comfortable plan, Alice thought, and for a few minutes she walked on in silence, puzzling over the idea, and every now and then stopping to help the poor Knight, who certainly was not a good rider.

`I'm afraid you've not had much practice in riding,' she ventured to say, as she was helping him up from his fifth tumble.

The Knight looked very much surprised, and a little offended at the remark. `What makes you say that?' he asked, as he scrambled back into the saddle, keeping hold of Alice's hair with one hand, to save himself from falling over on the other side.

`Because people don't fall off quite so often, when they've had much practice.'

`I've had plenty of practice,' the Knight said very gravely: `plenty of practice!'

Alice could think of nothing better to say than `Indeed?' but she said it as heartily as she could. They went on a little way in silence after this, the Knight with his eyes shut, muttering to himself, and Alice watching anxiously for the next tumble.

`The great art of riding,' the Knight suddenly began in a loud voice, waving his right arm as he spoke, `is to keep -- ' Here the sentence ended as suddenly as it had begun, as the Knight fell heavily on the top of his head exactly in the path were Alice was walking. She was quite frightened this time, and said in an anxious tone, as she picked him up, `I hope no bones are broken?'

`None to speak of,' the Knight said, as if he didn't mind breaking two or three of them. `The great art of riding, as I was saying, is -- to keep your balance properly. Like this, you know -- '

He let go the bridle, and stretched out both his arms to show Alice what he meant, and this time he fell flat on his back, right under the horse's feet.

`Plenty of practice?' he went on repeating, all the time that Alice was getting him on his feet again. `Plenty of practice!'

`It's too ridiculous!' cried Alice, losing all her patience this time. `You ought to have a wooden horse on wheels, that you ought!'

`Does that kind go smoothly?' the Knight asked in a tone of great interest, clasping his arms round the horse's neck as he spoke, just in time to save himself from tumbling off again.

`Much more smoothly than a live horse,' Alice said, with a little scream of laughter, in spite of all she could do to prevent it.

`I'll get one,' the Knight said thoughtfully to himself. `One or two -- several.'

There was a short silence after this, and then the Knight went on again. `I'm a great hand at inventing things. Now, I daresay you noticed, that last time you picked me up, that I was looking rather thoughtful?'

`You were a little grave,' said Alice.

`Well, just then I was inventing a new way of getting over a gate -- would you like to hear it?'

`Very much indeed,' Alice said politely.

`I'll tell you how I came to think of it,' said the Knight. `You see, I said to myself, "The only difficulty is with the feet: the head is high enough already." Now, first I put my head on the top of the gate -- then I stand on my head -- then the feet are high enough, you see -- then I'm over, you see.'

`Yes, I suppose you'd be over when that was done,' Alice said thoughtfully: `but don't you think it would be rather hard?'

`I haven't tried it yet,' the Knight said, gravely: `so I can't tell for certain -- but I'm afraid it would be a little hard.'

He looked so vexed at the idea, that Alice changed the subject hastily. `What a curious helmet you've got!' she said cheerfully. `Is that your invention too?'

The Knight looked down proudly at his helmet, which hung from the saddle. `Yes,' he said, `but I've invented a better one than that -- like a sugar loaf. When I used to wear it, if I fell of the horse, it always touched the ground directly. So I had a very little way to fall, you see -- But there was the danger of falling into it, to be sure. That happened to me once -- and the worst of it was, before I could get out again, the other White Knight came and put it on. He thought it was his own helmet.'

The knight looked so solemn about it that Alice did not dare to laugh. `I'm afraid you must have hurt him,' she said in a trembling voice, `being on the top of his head.'

`I had to kick him, of course,' the Knight said, very seriously. `And then he took the helmet off again -- but it took hours and hours to get me out. I was as fast as -- as lightning, you know.'

`But that's a different kind of fastness,' Alice objected.

The Knight shook his head. `It was all kinds of fastness with me, I can assure you!' he said. He raised his hands in some excitement as he said this, and instantly rolled out of the saddle, and fell headlong into a deep ditch.

Alice ran to the side of the ditch to look for him. She was rather startled by the fall, as for some time he had kept on very well, and she was afraid that he really was hurt this time. However, though she could see nothing but the soles of his feet, she was much relieved to hear that he was talking on in his usual tone. `All kinds of fastness,' he repeated: `but it was careless of him to put another man's helmet on -- with the man in it, too.'

`How can you go on talking so quietly, head downwards?' Alice asked, as she dragged him out by the feet, and laid him in a heap on the bank.

The Knight looked surprised at the question. `What does it matter where my body happens to be?' he said. `My mind goes on working all the same. In fact, the more head downwards I am, the more I keep inventing new things.'

`Now the cleverest thing of the sort that I ever did,' he went on after a pause, `was inventing a new pudding during the meat- course.'

`In time to have it cooked for the next course?' said Alice. `Well, not the next course,' the Knight said in a slow thoughtful tone: `no, certainly not the next course.'

`Then it would have to be the next day. I suppose you wouldn't have two pudding-courses in one dinner?'

`Well, not the next day,' the Knight repeated as before: `not the next day. In fact,' he went on, holding his head down, and his voice getting lower and lower, `I don't believe that pudding ever was cooked! In fact, I don't believe that pudding ever willbe cooked! And yet it was a very clever pudding to invent.'

`What did you mean it to be made of?' Alice asked, hoping to cheer him up, for the poor Knight seemed quite low-spirited about it.

It began with blotting paper,' the Knight answered with a groan.

`That wouldn't be very nice, I'm afraid -- '

`Not very nice alone,' he interrupted, quite eagerly: `but you've no idea what a difference it makes mixing it with other things -- such as gunpowder and sealing-wax. And here I must leave you.' They had just come to the end of the wood.

Alice could only look puzzled: she was thinking of the pudding.

`You are sad,' the Knight said in an anxious tone: `let me sing you a song to comfort you.'

`Is it very long?' Alice asked, for she had heard a good deal of poetry that day.

`It's long,' said the Knight, `but very, very beautiful. Everybody that hears me sing it -- either it brings the tears into their eyes, or else -- '

`Or else what?' said Alice, for the Knight had made a sudden pause.

`Or else it doesn't, you know. The name of the song is called "Haddocks' Eyes."'

`Oh, that's the name of the song, is it?' Alice said, trying to feel interested.

`No, you don't understand,' the Knight said, looking a little vexed. `That's what the name is called. The name really is "The Aged Aged Man."'

`Then I ought to have said "That's what the song is called"?' Alice corrected herself.

`No, you oughtn't: that's quite another thing! The song is called "Ways and Means": but that's only what it's called, you know!'

`Well, what is the song, then?' said Alice, who was by this time completely bewildered.

`I was coming to that,' the Knight said. `The song really is "A-sitting On A Gate": and the tune's my own invention.'

Of all the strange things that Alice saw in her journey Through The Looking-Glass, this was the one that she always remembered most clearly. Years afterwards she could bring the whole scene back again, as if it had been only yesterday -- the mild blue eyes and kindly smile of the Knight -- the setting sun gleaming through his hair, and shining on his armour in a blaze of light that quite dazzled her -- the horse quietly moving about, with the reins hanging loose on his neck, cropping the grass at her feet -- and the black shadows of the forest behind -- all this she took in like a picture, as, with one hand shading her eyes, she leant against a green, watching the strange pair, and listening, in a half dream, to the melancholy music of the song.

`But the tune isn't his own invention,' she said to herself: `it's "I give thee all, i can no more."' She stood and listened very attentively, but no tears came into her eyes.

`I'll tell thee everything I can; There's little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. "Who are you, aged man?' I said. "and how is it you live?" And his answer trickled through my head Like water through a sieve.

He said "I look for butterflies That sleep among the wheat: I make them into mutton-pies, And sell them in the street. I sell them unto men,' he said, "Who sail on stormy seas; And that's the way I get my bread -- A trifle, if you please."

But I was thinking of a plan To dye one's whiskers green, And always use so large a fan That they could not be seen. So, having no reply to give To what the old man said, I cried, "Come, tell me how you live!" And thumped him on the head.

His accents mild took up the tale: He said "I go my ways, And when I find a mountain-rill, I set it in a blaze; And thence they make a stuff they call Rolands' Macassar Oil -- Yet twopence-halfpenny is all They give me for my toil."

But I was thinking of a way To feed oneself on batter, And so go on from day to day Getting a little fatter. I shook him well from side to side, Until his face was blue: "Come, tell me how you live," I cried, "And what it is you do!"

He said "I hunt for haddocks' eyes Among the heather bright, And work them into waistcoat-buttons In the silent night. And these I do not sell for gold Or coin of silvery shine But for a copper halfpenny, And that will purchase nine.

"I sometimes dig for buttered rolls, Or set limed twigs for crabs; I sometimes search the grassy knolls For wheels of Hansom-cabs. And that's the way" (he gave a wink) "By which I get my wealth -- And very gladly will I drink Your Honour's noble health."

I heard him then, for I had just Completed my design To keep the Menai bridge from rust By boiling it in wine. I thanked much for telling me The way he got his wealth, But chiefly for his wish that he Might drink my noble health.

And now, if e'er by chance I put My fingers into glue Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot Into a left-hand shoe, Or if I drop upon my toe A very heavy weight, I weep, for it reminds me so, Of that old man I used to know --

Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow, Whose hair was whiter than the snow, Whose face was very like a crow, With eyes, like cinders, all aglow, Who seemed distracted with his woe, Who rocked his body to and fro, And muttered mumblingly and low, As if his mouth were full of dough, Who snorted like a buffalo -- That summer evening, long ago, A-sitting on a gate.'

As the Knight sang the last words of the ballad, he gathered up the reins, and turned his horse's head along the road by which they had come. `You've only a few yards to go,' he said,' down the hill and over that little brook, and then you'll be a Queen - -But you'll stay and see me off first?' he added as Alice turned with an eager look in the direction to which he pointed. `I shan't be long. You'll wait and wave your handkerchief when I get to that turn in the road? I think it'll encourage me, you see.'

`Of course I'll wait,' said Alice: `and thank you very much for coming so far -- and for the song -- I liked it very much.'

`I hope so,' the Knight said doubtfully: `but you didn't cry so much as I thought you would.'

So they shook hands, and then the Knight rode slowly away into the forest. `It won't take long to see him off, I expect,' Alice said to herself, as she stood watching him. `There he goes! Right on his head as usual! However, he gets on again pretty easily -- that comes of having so many things hung round the horse -- ' So she went on talking to herself, as she watched the horse walking leisurely along the road, and the Knight tumbling off, first on one side and then on the other. After the fourth or fifth tumble he reached the turn, and then she waved her handkerchief to him, and waited till he was out of sight.

`I hope it encouraged him,' she said, as he turned to run down the hill: `and now for the last brook, and to be a Queen! How grand it sounds!' A very few steps brought her to the edge of the brook. `The Eighth Square at last!' she cried as she bounded across, and threw herself down to rest on a lawn as soft as moss, with little flower-beds dotted about it here and there. `Oh, how glad I am to get here! And what is this on my head?' she exclaimed in a tone of dismay, as she put her hands up to something very heavy, and fitted tight all round her head.`But how can it have got there without my knowing it?' she said to herself, as she lifted it off, and set it on her lap to make out what it could possibly be.It was a golden crown.

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