Dec 27, 2019
So... what kind of things does Gladstone do? I know he’s your “servant” or whatever, but what does that entail?
“Frankly I think I’m being QUITE fair with my expectations, considering all the trouble he’s caused me...
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So... what kind of things does Gladstone do? I know he’s your “servant” or whatever, but what does that entail?
“Frankly I think I’m being QUITE fair with my expectations, considering all the trouble he’s caused me...
Some sketches I made to go with the fic (was gonna put them in the fic cuz I know you can do that but I couldn’t figure it out yet)
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Strong arms held his trembling form, loose enough to offer a false sense of escape, as if he could leave whenever he wanted. But he knew better, knew that he couldn't. If he so much as twitched, they would tighten, hold him so tightly it would leave bruises. On top of the ones he already had, earned from the desperate struggling, the iron-like grasp, the chains.
Kicking and writhing under the large form, strong hands pinning him to the futon, yellow eyes boring into his, hot breath and sharp teeth in his face, growing closer and closer no no no--!
One hand moved, rested on his head and ruffled his hair, before it turned into a gentle stroke. Running down his face and along his arm repeatedly, slowly, affectionately; an effort to comfort that would never succeed.
As if he really cared.
Heated breath hit his face as the toad leaned over him, and murmured in his ear.
“How you quiver, my little luck charm, perhaps some chamomile tea will help settle you?”
Tea wouldn’t help him, both knew that. But he gave a small nod, barely noticeable with how badly he shook. Liu Hai snickered, and shifted, summoning a tray on the table before them. Despite the enticing aroma, Gladstone didn’t move, couldn’t find the energy to. Neither of them moved, save for Liu Hai’s constant petting, patiently waiting for whatever he did next.
“I suppose I did get rather cruel…”
His hand brushed his throat, carefully tracing a particularly deep set of bitemarks. Gladstone flinched, trying to still himself, but it was impossible to do so, what with the gentle stroking of his hair and arm, and the soft voice in his ear—
His foot made contact, Liu Hai recoiled with a hiss; he didn’t wait before lashing out again, this time landing a hit straight to his face. Liu Hai roared, holding his nose. Gladstone scrambled off the futon, hitting the floor and making a mad dash for the doors— only to be jerked off his feet, dragged across the floor, angry hands grabbing and pulling and twisting too far—
The hand paused again, the sharp prick of claws against his face.
“But then, you should know better by now; when I give you orders, you obey, without hesitation or fuss. Simple, yes?”
The underlying threat and slowly tightening grip, nails digging through feathers and pressing into his skin drove him into a hasty nod.
“So, the next time I require your luck, I trust you’ll do better to obey, won’t you?”
Nails pushed up against his lower beak, but he managed the slightest nod.
“Good boy…”
He then moved, forcing Gladstone to sit up, and took one of the mugs from the tray. He held it out to him, and after a moment, Gladstone slowly took it. His shaking hands almost sent the tea spilling out as he took tiny sips. It had a sweet taste to it, honey maybe, and it blended well with the warmth, adding to the sense of faux comfort. Nothing was going to fix the cold hollowness that Liu Hai’s feeding sessions left him with.
The hand returned to his head, running through his hair as Liu Hai downed his own beverage. He flinched, tried to ignore it, and the blurring vision as tears tracked down his beak, tried to suppress the discomfort and sick feeling.
But it wouldn’t stop. Only grew worse as he was pulled close again, arm now around his quaking shoulders.
“Shhh, there, there; finish your tea and you can get some rest.”
Doing so was already difficult with his shivering and watery vision, and the feeling of eyes drilling into him wasn’t helping. He couldn’t take much more than small mouthfuls. Too slow it seemed for Liu Hai's liking.
His free hand came up as he took another sip, carefully tilting it further and further back and forcing him to down the remaining tea until it was gone.
The cups and tray vanished, and Gladstone, finding himself suddenly overcome with fatigue, found himself being pulled back down, head resting on the toad's lap as his arm rested on him, effectively keeping him pinned.
“Sleep now, my little meal. All will be well in the morning…”
The tremors had weakened, though not from being put at ease. It felt more like his body was just too heavy to move at all. He was tired, too tired, even considering the draining session.
Whatever had been in that tea…that must be why. Why he was suddenly so sleepy, why Liu Hai insisted he finish it. Another effort to settle his nerves and keep him docile. He just couldn’t find the energy to move—
He couldn’t move, despite his efforts; Liu Hai went past the futon, placing him instead on his own larger bed. His head was forced back, felt him leaning it, fangs brushing his neck. Teeth biting down everywhere, arms, stomach, chest, neck repeatedly, it hurt so much. He wanted to push back, pry the teeth from his skin, yell, scream, something—
He couldn’t move, even as they sank in. Even as claws dug into his scalp to force his head further back. Even as the burning agony spread throughout his body.
He couldn’t move.
The gentle strokes returned, coupled with soft words and sweet nothings. As if he really believed they would put him at ease. Perhaps to some extent he did think it would work.
And maybe to some extent…..it did.
The world went black.
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Liu Hai released him with a yell, holding his arm tightly to himself. Gladstone scrambled away, pressing against the wall.
Nothing was said for a moment as Liu Hai inspected his arm, prodding at the shallow bite marks. His eyes set into a heavy scowl as he finally looked up, sending a heavy chill down Gladstone's spine.
He ran, fleeing out the doors to the main room.
Liu Hai burst through them seconds later, eyeing the seemingly empty room with narrowed eyes. Gladstone was nowhere in sight, but he knew he hadn't gotten far.
He began traversing the room at a leisurely pace, and spoke in a calm tone that masked the rage behind it.
"Gladstone, you should know better than to hide from me..."
Meanwhile, behind the sofa, Gladstone huddled in a quivering ball. This wouldn't work for long, he knew that, and Liu Hai knew that. He didn't have a plan, or any means of defense.
It was just a waiting game, delaying the inevitable.
"Come on out now, little goose, and perhaps I'll be lenient in your punishment."
There was a soft snarl to his voice.
He wouldn't be, he was far too mad for that.
He needed to get out if here, by any means necessary. Slowly, Gladstone slid around the edge if the couch, spotting Liu Hai across the room. He was busy peering behind his own bed. Maybe he could slip back into the doors, leave the room, and....
And what? The only thing outside the doors was the hotel, which Liu Hai knew like the back of his hand. Any possible holes he could hide in, he would find. It didn't matter where he ran or how well he hid.
He had nothing to work with--
The couch suddenly vanished, leaving him exposed. He didn't bother looking, he just leapt to his feet and made a break for the doors, adrenaline and fear the only driving forces behind his actions. He needed to get out, needed to get away, just get away, get away---
His body abruptly seized up, bringing him to a halt mid-run.
Liu Hai approached, face unreadable as he stopped in front of him; Gladstone, frozen and mute, could only stare in wide eyed terror. A minute passed, before his mask broke into a slow smile as he snapped, and through jerky motions, Gladstone was brought to an attentive stance. Liu Hai set a hand on his shoulder, using his thumb to tilt his head back.
"Now Gladstone, I'm starting to think you don't understand the pecking order around here."
The hand remained on his shoulder, lightly brushing his throat with sharpened claws-- since when did he have CLAWS?!-- and making him swallow anxiously as he held the intense gaze.
"So allow me to enlighten you; first and foremost, you serve ME. You agreed to it, and everything it entails, and in going against it, you go against me."
The hand was slowly encircling his neck. His already wide eyes somehow grew wider, and he was visibly shaking despite the magic locking him in place. Liu Hai sneered as he leaned closer.
"And that simply won't do..."
The hand suddenly closed around his throat, and jerked him off his feet. Breathless, he found himself eye to furious eye with Toad, hands clawing at the other cutting off his air.
"You are MINE, Gander, and you'd do best to remember your place,"
With that, he was abruptly flung across the threshold, hitting the floor with a hard smack. He sat up just Liu Hai's shadow fell over him, and he scrambled backward, trying to find his footing as Liu Hai followed closely after him. He hit the wall, and Liu Hai reached down, towing him up by one arm and shoving him back against it as his other hand slammed into the wall beside him. With his arm pinned, Gladstone couldn't do much else except stare in rising terror as Liu Hai leaned, sharpened teeth inches from his face.
"And if you're having trouble remembering that, allow me to set you straight..."
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Gladstone was laid out on the floor, shaking, and a dazed, distant look in the eye. His robe had gone, whisked away in an earlier struggle, giving full view of the various bite marks spattered along his body. Many trailing along his arms, a few across his back, and one along his side. They gave off a faded green glow, ringed by faint red.
The last couple hours had been torture; a blur but somehow vividly clear at the same time. The pain, the pain was VERY clear, he could still feel the fangs digging into his skin, the bone breaking grip twisting his arms far too much.
And the overwhelming nausea that had him emptying his stomach into the bin provided. A small moment of pity, though it was quickly followed with another session.
He'd pushed back, fought as best he could, but there was only so much he could do when his mobility could be taken on a whim. And had been, several times; how he hated those times....
A hand rested on his arm, snapping from his daze; he struggled to focus as he shifted his eyes to the looming toad overhead. His eyes were bright, glowing from the massive intake of luck. He gave a soft smirk as he gathered him up, lifting him off the floor and proceeding towards the restored futon. Gladstone couldn't keep his eyes open or his head up, both falling as he swayed.
He felt the welcomed comfort of the futon, and a heavy blanket falling over him soon after. He started a bit as a hand laid itself on his head, almost comforting as it stroked his hair, and forced his eyes open again to find Liu Hai's mockingly pitying gaze.
"Get some rest, my pet. I'll check on you later..."
It didn't take much convincing before he'd succumbed to the calling darkness of sleep.
A random dream snippet I had a few nights ago that I felt the urge to write out and doodle some of; if ya’ll don’t like my vampire Liu Hai stuff I suggest you keep scrolling
He heard the demon approaching behind him, and went still, the only signs of him being awake the trembling that rattled the chains; hoping against hope he would just move on, ignore him, find something else to entertain himself with. These hopes sank like stones as he felt the cushions dip, and a large form sitting just behind him.
A hand rested on his arm, increasing his shivers, and a soft laugh came as the larger form leaned over him. He flinched, feeling hot breath against his ear.
"Time for dinner...."
A sob finally burst out, and was ignored as he was rolled onto his back, and a hand rested atop his head. Liu Hai's sneering visage bored into his wide watery eyes, before forcing his head back and leaning down. A whimper slipped out as fangs brushed his throat; his arms strained against the thick chains locking them behind his back, and the iron grip holding him against the surface.
"Please..." his voice came out soft and fearful.
"Please don't....I don't wanna do this anymore, I can’t take it, I can’t...!”
Another laugh came, and a thumb stroked his head, almost comforting.
"But you will; you will endure this for as long as necessary, until I decide on another fate for you...”
Teeth slowly sank into his skin, and a scream tore itself from his throat...
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He smirked down at the small form; at this size, Gladstone barely filled his palm. Such a tiny thing, and yet so full of fire. And good fortune, so much fortune. It was an anomaly, something that he likely would never find again.
Gladstone stirred somewhat, a soft moan given. The process had left him weak, he’d need time to rest and meals to recuperate.
He lightly brushed his index finger against his head, in an attempt to settle him. It seemed to work; in this state, he likely couldn’t comprehend much of anything going on around him, and so latched onto any form of comfort he found.
He sneered again.
No, he wasn’t letting this one go.
Ever.
Some sketches for an idea I had, I think I’m calling it Fortune’s Isle AU. Basically Wickerman inspired idea where Gladdy gets lured to an island of seemingly friendly folk who are prepping for their festival of good fortune. Unfortunately for Gladstone, turns out Liu Hai has been set up here for a while, feeding off other poor saps who were tricked into coming here by the islanders who offer them as payment for his aid to their failing crops.
He’s been patiently waiting, biding his time, growing back in power until he had enough to contain the target he really wanted.
And this time, there’s no way out...