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Monster X Human

I want someone too look at me and accept me this wholely

>:) part 1

"MC, no."

You stare back at Merlin. Eyes empty, cold as the ice that has settled over your whole body, just thick enough that the constant pain doesn't overwhelm you. Your blank gaze is the only answer he gets.

Now a bit more agitated - in a way you have never seen him - the older mage tries to reason, "you wouldn't get them back. At best, you would create the shell of what they once were. I assure you, and please believe me, no magic can give back life to the dead."

"You wouldn't know," you sign, no emotion on your face.

Merlin's face hardens, "I would- I would."

You avoid his gaze. You don't want to give up on that. You can't.

"If you attempt that, I will have to stop you," Merlin says, voice strained but firm.

You don't care. You can take him, perhaps after you are healed but you can, long enough to do what you need-

"I will restrain you. Keep you sedated until we reach Camelot," Merlin warns. And what have you done for the ever so calm and nurturing mage to be forced to that?

Perhaps it's that thought that brings you back to the pain you feel. You curl up on yourself, your back to him, trying to steady your breathing.

You don't see Merlin's eyes shine when he commands, "sleep."

---

Merlin does, indeed keep you sedated. For a while, just until you are some days away from your first destination.

Things do not get better, though. Every waking hour is plagued by the torturous sound of your husband and brother's chocking sounds. Even Excalibur can't take away your torment, though when you choose to hold it, the sword tries to keep the grief from completely crippling you.

The closer you get to Lord Cledwynn, the more your mind revolts at the idea of confronting him. You constantly feel nauseous, in pain and horribly deserving of it.

When you are just some hours away, you break. You can't take it anymore and you curl up on the ground, heaving and throwing up your empty stomach. You feel tears down your cheeks, and yet you want to feel worse, you want to stop existing-

"Calm down, little one," Merlin soothes, but you are too far gone."

It was my fault.

You want to go to sleep and never wake up. You want to bury your face in your husband's shoulder and be hugged and be told how safe you both are. You want to see your brother and be annoyed at how he steals your things and hug him for one last time.

Why didn't you do it more? You could have, you could have spent more time with Arthur, you could have let him draw you in the quiet of the evening, you could have corresponded with more frequency to Saraah.

Now you won't be able to do that ever again.

Tell me what you chose and why!

Yes, I had to add an EX ro please dont judge me seven lawless has ruined me for good

Me: Has struggles with the tax office.

Also Me: Writes a game about evil vampire lords and their complicated tax laws.

Sorry if you were hoping for something deep and meaningful. This game is about taxes.

Time has lost all kind of matter or significance. After having torn the masked person apart limb by limb, slowly, until your clothes and your hair and your skin drip blood, still tasting metal in your mouth, you have functioned in an empty shell. Their screams weren't satisfying, they wouldn't be enough for the pain caused. The wound on your abdomen is closed, but pulses and doesn't hurt nearly enough.

You took down Arthur and Saraah's bodies. You hugged them and dry heaved. You weren't able to truly cry. It hurt too much, to hold their cold boneless body, so you didn't allow yourself any more contact than necessary.

It is your fault.

You stay in the room where it all happened. An unbearable amount of time later, someone finds you, kneeling in a pool of blood like a broken useless doll.

"Oh, no..."

It's Merlin. He gets you out. He enchants the bodies you hold not to rot, preserving them. When your mind starts revolting and clawing at your chest, Merlin shushes you like a small child.

"Drink," he tells you, placing a tea in your hand. You do, only because the warm smell of it compels you to as intended.

Merlin keeps you sedated for a while. Sometimes you wake, groggy, laid inside his tent. He is either working on your injury, or making potions and teas. He makes you drink something that pulls you into consciousness again. And again. Perhaps he wants to spare you, but from the very first conscious inhale you take when you wake, pain devours you whole and doesn't stop until you fall into magic induced sleep again.

The fourt time you wake up, he does allow you too stay awake. For good measure, he puts a warm cup in your hand.

"That is just for the nausea," he explains, somewhat avoiding your gaze. As if he knew it was your fault, as if he blamed you and he SHOULD he should blame you-

"I didn't make it in time," Merlin confesses, taking a steaming mug for himself. This time, he is looking at you, and he looks so old and tired. Guilty. "Mordred alerted me. Told me where to look. But I was too late and now..."

He takes a small sip of his tea. "I never though I would have to live past my boy. I hoped I wouldn't. I am old enough, as you can see."

Your heart breaks. You want to throw up, to destroy the tent, to tear up the entire kingdom.

Merlin then places the pomel of a sword in your hand. You feel a wave of anguish, instantly washed down in favour of warm consolation. Excalibur grieves, and yet it tries to soothe your pain.

"Here. Hold it. It wanted to stay with you."

You swallow, and this time you might cry. For a brief moment you feel an intense desire to cut your throat with Excalibur but you know it will stay blunt.

You have to bring your King and your brother home.

Why are we pretending you guys don't know exactly who this potential hunter RO is?

Oh. Look at that... someone is going to sacrifice their own King

TW: graphic description of violence. Mention of kidnapping and torture. Hurt no comfort

The mask of his captor glints in the moonlight when they come too close and with a harsh hand pull his hair down, forcing him to tilt his head up. He needs a couple of seconds for his vision to clear, and even then his mind is too fogged up by pain to recognise what stands on the other side of the room... cell?

Arthur lets out a sound of distress when he finally manages to blink into focus the person who stands there.

Saraah.

"No no, let him-" his plea his immediately silenced by a hard slap that pushes his head to the side.

Arthur breathes heavily and for long moments the cellar is quiet. Something drips in the background, but Arthur is so disoriented they can't tell what it is. They ache at the loss of Excalibur by their side, so in need of comfort right now.

"I will play a game with your Hound," the masked individual says, voice cutting and horribly distorted.

"Bitch don't you dare touch my sibling-" Arthur only hears the sound of a dull impact and a pained hiss. Something in their chest burns, cold dread turning into angry terror.

The masked captor now rounds on Sarahh, letting out a growl and gripping his mouth.

"Do you want me to cut out your tongue? I don't need you to be whole for this to work. So shut up and stay still. I promise you'll see your precious baby sibling very soon."

---

You lost all your soldiers.

Not only was the hideout riddled with horrible traps, but filled with mercenaries from the South. Panting, your breath coming in short rasping sounds as you maim and kill another one of them, you think you can only go forward.

The letter was specific. Clearly a trap, but when the King was not found in their chambers you had no other choice. So you keep going, killing anyone who stands between you and your spouse with a brutal ruthlessness you wear only as the Hound.

The last one falls in the palm of your hand, their skull crushed. Where is your King? Your mind burns and screams.

You give the thick metal door that separates you from the inner cellar with a guttural growl, throwing it to the side as your combat magic flows through your veins burning scorching hot.

When your eyes adjust to the darkness in the room, though, you feel your heart drop.

Saraah?

"Ah, at last." A horrible voice comes, vaguely familiar. The person bearing it is masked, but something in them puts you terribly on edge. "I see you made quick work of my mercenaries. Well, no matter, for the real game starts now."

"You see," they sneer. "I hated you for a very long time. You believe yourself invincible but in truth your strength will fail you. I promise you this time there is no way out. You will have to make a decision and live with the consequences of your actions."

You see the chains attached to Arthur and Saraah's necks. Long, thick and reaching the opposite sides of the room. Anchored, for now.

No.

"Choose carefully, because even with your pretty magic you'll manage to reach only one in time."

Your ears ring. Your mind plunges into darkness, revolting against itself.

"Who will you save, hound? Your brother or your King?"

First rule of reincarnation is to have insane sex with the guy who killed you last time

stuff I like

- when the person kidnapped by the villain is all ‘no one’s going to come for me’ and 

- someone does, but it’s the person they’d least expect

- EVERYONE COMES because wow, maybe I am depressed because I didn’t think I knew this many people, much less that they liked me

- no one comes and the villain gets pissed on their captive’s behalf and treats them better than their former associates did

- they rescue themselves and everyone’s so impressed but the person yells because I AM CAPABLE AND YOU SHOULD HAVE AT LEAST NOTICED I’D BEEN KIDNAPPED

- they get rescued by a deus ex machina, preferably their dad/mom/grandma/old associate who is exponentially cooler than the heroes 

basically, I like it when people get rescued and get validation

Can I add: people getting rescued by their pets.

I also really love when a person gets kidnapped and is utterly unsfraid because they know that a specific person is coming for them and oh boy did that villain make a mistake kidnapping them.

Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

Might I add:

The defeat of the wizard who made people choose how they’d be to be executed

The woman who raised the changeling alongside her biological child

The human who died of radiation poisoning after repairing the spaceship

The adventures of a space roomba

Cinderella finding Araura (and falling in love)

I don’t know a snappy description but the my nemesis cynthia story certainly lives in my head

hilariously, these are almost all in my fic tag. so, a compiled list from the notes (and some extras):

I am in love with you /p

disenchanted spellgrams 10/?;

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