Hello! You can call me Tillie or Pidgie, whichever you want!
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Medieval ExecutionDmitry/'criminal'reader Tw!! Kidnapping, forced marriage, parents die. Kinda just over exaggerated history. Also here!
The air was warm and smelled of the tall surrounding trees as the cart jostled along the dirt path. The horses huffed and clopped along the rocky surface, distracting you from the book your currently trying to cure your boredom with. You and your family had been on the road for days in the pursuit of the life your father wanted to live after he had grown frustrated with one of the other men in the village, resorting to killing one of the man's cattle which earned your family the right to leave and be shunned, taking you from the village you had spent your entire life growing up in. The anxiety and excitement of the thought of the new scenery twists your stomach and you can't seem to focus on the words on the soft pages of the leather-bound book, so with a huff, you let the pages flutter shut before setting it on the wood bench and turning your attention to your mother and kid brother as he excitedly tells her about the knights in his own literature.
"He is very big and strong, mother, just like I will be one day!" His little voice fills the warm, fabric covered wagon, pulling a soft smile from your mothers lips. "That is very right, little Griffith, you will be a very good knight, a big and strong one." You can't help but hate the way she lies to him. He had been ill for months and was slowly getting worse, but he never stopped smiling, even when he grew too exhausted to go out and play with the other boys like he used to. Maybe that's why your father started lashing out, grew angrier by the day, killed a poor man's cattle. From the front of the wagon you can hear your father beginning to speak, calling back over his shoulder at your mother. "Althea, get y/n and Griffith and get under the table." He didn't look behind him as he spoke, as of his attention was glued to something else, something far more important.
Your mother doesn't waste a moment, grabbing your hand and pulling you and Griffith under the table, holding you both as close to her body as possible. You carefully peak out, glancing through the open fabric of the wagon to see your father tug on the reins to slow the horses trolloping to a halt. The feeling of your heart beating rapidly against your ribs was never a welcome feeling, but it was a familiar one in this life. You could hear your father begin to speak, not to your family, but someone on the path ahead instead, sounding as if he was trying to seem like a threat, but that only seems to upset the others as they begin to shout orders at him in a strange language. Before you could even process what was going on, the glint of a sword shone into your eye before it comes down swiftly at your father, coating the metal in a layer of blood and bone.
For a moment, everything stops. All you could see was your formerly whole father, now reduced to a headless corpse. Your mother screams from beside you, but you don't move, you can't, not until you feel your mother grabbing you and your brother and shoving you out of the back of the wagon, only then do you finally find your adrenaline. taking your brothers hand in your own, you both run towards a nearby forest made of thick, tall trees and dense foliage, You could hear the loud screaming of the horses and your mother echoing behind you, but you can't stop running, the adrenaline keeping you moving faster than you could've thought.
Low bushes catch at your dress and branches whip at your tear streaked face as your brother clumsily stumbles after you, no doubt in more pain than he was letting on. His own face was streaked with snot, tears, and a few small cuts from the dense forest's unwelcoming sticks fighting the intruders when you find a log to settle down on after what felt like miles of running. Taking small Griffith into your lap, you use the soft wool sleeves of your gown to wipe away the mess coating his round, flushed cheeks. "It's okay." You mutter out, trying to keep your voice from shaking to not scare the boy any further, but it wasn't true, nothing was okay anymore. In a blink of an eye, you lost half of your family, leaving you to care for the most vulnerable one all on your own. "Where is mama and papa?" He asks, his voice void of the past excitement from just hours before. it was obvious he didn't see what had happened to your father, and you couldn't stand to tell him either. "They… they will meet us at the next village. There must've been thieves, but you know father will protect mother and defeat them, just like the knights in your book." You force a smile despite the nausea that grows in your stomach at the act, forcing you to turn away from you brother.
"We must get moving now. When we reach the town we will purchase some cloth for your cuts and some bread for your stomach." Setting him back onto his feet on the soil, you stand and take his hand once more, this time leading him further through the dense woodlands surrounding you both on all sides.
By the time your leather shoes had earned holes and your legs were about ready to give up, you finally see the end of the seemingly never-ending woods, light shining between the thick trunks, luring you in. You tighten your grip on Griffith's hand, careful not to hurt the fragile boy as you finally step out into the warm setting sun where nestled in the center of rolling hills lies a large stone filled city. It was far more grand and filled than the village you had come from, striking your heart with a sense of fear and awe. The surrounding wall was tall and uninviting, but with a deep breath and a fleeting glance down at your now trembling brother, you push on. Carefully guiding your brother down the hills and towards the large gate keeping unwelcome visitors out, your heart races and your adrenaline finally seems to be crashing down around you, but you push on, desperate to get you and your brother to safety.
When you finally reach the grand gate, all you could do for a moment was stare up at the large structure in front of you. You had never seen something so big made by man before and it had a way of taking over your mind, clearing it of the sounds of people approaching until they speak. "*You!*" You hear a shout coming from behind you in a language you had never heard before, causing you to whip around to see three armored men standing a few feet behind you, the front man with his sword drawn. "*Who are you, girl? You do not belong here.*" He tightens his grip on the handle as he steps closer, trying to make you feel small and intimidated, which very much works. You try to find the words to speak, but you couldn't even tell what he was saying, let alone think of a response, so instead, you mutter out some weak excuse. "Me and my brother… We're looking for shelter." But instead of the mercy you were hoping for, those simple words seemed to set them off instead.
The largest man surges forward and grabs your upper arm with a bruising grasp while a slightly smaller one goes for your brother, wrapping his arms around the boys waist and lifting him off the ground. "No! Don't you touch him!" You cry out and thrash against the man's tight grip, earning you a sharp tug by the man past the rising gate and into the city. You could hear your brother crying and trying to fight behind you as you stumble along after the knight but you couldn't fight them, not with the village peoples eyes glued to your foreign form and clothes. Women whispered and men stared as you were dragging through the long, winding cobblestone streets of the city until it seems like they had you both where they wanted- A large, looming stone building with bright gold tops. If the gate was enough to awe you, this has you starstruck.
But the admiration was quickly overruled by fear as you and Griffith are dragged inside. There, sat within the grand hall, was a man sat at the head of a table, dressed in gold colored cloth, while countless other men conversate and eat around him. "*My prince, we have found these foreigners trespassing onto your land unwelcomed. There were two others but they have been taken care of.*" Whatever the knight holding your arm said to the man earned you a scowl in your direction. "*If they speak the language of Henry, throw them to the Bear.*" The man draped in gold's voice demanded respect as he spoke and waved his hand in the air as if to shoo you away like a pesky fly. You were dragged to his feet, ye he can't even look at you for longer than a few moments before he returns back to his lively chatter with the other room.
Once again, without a single word, you were being dragged back out of the building and into the streets, but this time, you burst into tears. You're parents were killed, you had to trudge through dense forest with your ill brother, and now you're sounded by a strange language with no autonomy over your own body. It was all so painful, it felt like it would be impossible to get through. Despite forcing yourself to be strong, all you truly wanted to do was curl up in the grass and let it consume you whole, maybe then you could see your mother's smile again. Oh how you already missed it so badly it hurt.
It felt as if with each step your soul was breaking more and more, making your legs tremble beneath your weight and your cheeks to be streaked with tears. "Please we have done nothing wrong!" You sob out as you stumble after the man as he tugs you down the street and towards the outskirts, closer to the other side of the wall you had come in from, but he doesn't seem to understand or even care. He forces you into a dirty stone building, a far cry from the palace you had seen just a few streets over. This was far smaller and colder than the inviting atmosphere the man in gold had been indulging in. The main room had a table and candles along the walls, illuminating the space with a warm glow that reminds you of home, but as you're dragged down winding steps and brought to a small cell with rusted iron bars, any sense of home is quickly washed away.
You're there for days, huddling against your brother against the cool nights and whispering gentle words to sooth his fears despite you're own eating away at you. They brought you bread and water, but far too little for it to satiate the gnawing hunger in you insides. But then, on the fifth day, a new man appears. A tall, broad man, bigger than any knight you had ever seen. He stared down at you, not you both, but you. It made your heart sink but you quickly wipe your tears away and work up the courage to plead for mercy once more, as if suddenly this one will have a change of heart "Sir, please." You beg, holding your brother tight against your side. He had been growing weaker and weaker with each day spent in this cell and all you wanted was for him not to perish in such a place like this. "He is innocent, only six. He wishes to be a knight one day, like you-" "I am not a knight." Before you could even finish your attempt to guilt trip him, he's already correcting you in a gruff tone that demanded silence. For a few moments he's silent once more, staring down at you with clenched fists and furrowed brows. "Is he your spawn?" He spoke as if the boy was a hindrance instead of an ill child, but you still answer, albeit much quieter this time, his tone draining you of any hope of mercy. "No. He is my brother. My parents must be arriving soon." It wasn't true of course, we were without them now, but Griffith couldn't handle that with his current state.
Once again, he's slow to respond yet his voice holds not an ounce of warmth. "You lie. They are dead." Before the words could reach Griffith's ears, your quick to clap your hands over his ears and hold him close. Tears well in your eyes as you hold your brother close, trying to soothe his shaky body from the cold and worsening illness. "I am not here to hurt you… The prince has decided to give you a choice. You can either have the breaking wheel tonight, along with your brother, " he begins with a nod to the huddled child, "Or we will be wed tomorrow at dawn." His voice held none of the humor you were desperately hoping to hear but was instead cold and serious. You wanted to gawk at the idea he had proposed. Marry him? A man you have never seen, who had just threatened you with execution, then says you will be his wife the very next day, but then it hits you. Your choices are death by the hands of this man, or to be his wife. For a moment your quiet as tears well in your eyes and you look down at the dirty stone flooring. "And what of my brother?" You asked, almost dreading the answer, whatever it may be.
The large man glances between the huddled forms of the foreigners in the cell, his eyes devoid of any sense of joy or light. "Will he be a threat when he's older?" He didn't care if the boy was innocent and a child, just if one day will he have to deal with the mistakes of letting him live. "No." You answer quickly, looking back up to meet the man's exhaust filled eyes. "He has an illness. He has been sick for months and only grows weaker. I swear on my heart he is not a threat." You hoped it would be enough to convince the man, but even if he doesn't seem to fully believe you, he still gives a short nod. "I will take him to the Priest. He will take care of the boy from now on." His little bit of mercy was enough to set a spark of hope in your chest and your quick to help your brother to his feet while the man opens the iron door. "Thank you, sir. You're heart is kind." Your voice shook as a weak smile pulled at your lips at the thought of your brother being in good care. "Do not say such things to a man you do not know. I will retrieve you tomorrow evening. Your clothes will have to suffice." With that and a firm hand on your brother's arm, he whisks him down the cold hall and up the stairs out of sight.
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Paulie: Dodo bird. He doesn't know danger when it's staring him in the face and he still tries to think the best of the people he likes. He literally went against the don but I think he still didn't believe Sam could do that to him. Or maybe a penguin that no female penguins accept his rock proposal :( little penguin paulie with no penguin wife. Someone draw that!!
Sam: Oh my gosh Sam would definetly be a dog. But like specifically a cane corso. He's way too loyal for his own good despite being more intelligent. You could kick him around but as long as you also show him enough love he'll always come back. Literally Salieri is his abusive owner that he's still deathly loyal to.
Tommy: Maybe a wolf. Like he does well in packs but if he had to be a lone-wolf like he does sometimes in missions he'd still thrive. He's not as fiercely loyal as Sam but he still did more than a lot of people would be able to do. But he was already questioning his loyalty in the diamond mission before he even knew Salieri was lying
Ralphie: My silly man. He'd be a mouse only because i want to hold him in my hands and pet him and feed him crackers. I love this man so much why did he have to be arrested? Free my man he did no wrong! No but seriously i love him so much no one understands :( he'd specifically be a eurasian harvest mouse which everyone needs to go look at now because they're literally so cute
Vinny: I just feel in my heart of hearts that he'd be an elephant seal. I know he was in the Italian army but i just feel like if he was in the military ever again he'd be in the navy. That's a sea man who doesn't live near the sea if i've ever seen one. And ignore the fact he actually does live near the sea. It doesn't count. It's not sea-y enough to me
Salieri: I feel like he'd be a cat. Like you earn it's trust and you think it loves you then out of nowhere it just bites and attacks you.
Morello: Hippo. He's big and aggressive as hell and I don't think more needs to be said about this psycho of a man. Chill out dude it's just a car and you're mega rich
Sergio: He would 100% be a cockroach. He's impossible to kill and scurries around like one. But he's not a cockroach in the way that Carlo is. He'd be a rat for obvious reasons. But Sergio just doesn't die until he does. Which I guess can be said about everyone.
