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Would anyone like to read the Evil/Fucked-Up King Charles AU as 4433? Obviously with changed plot, but the concept of it being similar?

I already have two ideas I NEED to include in that one - one angsty and one fluffy.

Which one would you like to hear?

I talked about me having two idea for Evil Lewis, right?

I've written the angsty one (not completed) and would like to warn everyone here about the mention of faeces, execution and just gory/mature content!

You'll be reading it at your own risk

18+ Warning

due to aforementioned topics!

His body shakes as the guards put his neck on a noose, cackling at his misery. He could repeat the action that got him to this point but he rather dies for killing only ponce than twice, especially in that king’s territory.

“Aw, noose got your ugly dragon tongue?” one of the guards puts his hand in Max’s mouth and pulls out his long, slender tongue, leaving behind the taste of faeces, sperm and other disgusting flavours in his mouth, alongside the pain of his tongue being pulled to the edge of almost ripping out this muscle.

“A shame the king forbid us to enjoy ourselves on you before your execution, I’m sure your tongue could have worked wonders wandering down my shaft into the very place children come from.”

A scoff escapes him from this absurdity. Although maybe possible, such indecent thought never occurred Max.

This doesn’t seem to bother the guards, as they continue to let their hands wander over Max’s body, touching every yet so private part of his body, also trying to cause yet another fire to burst out of Max’s mouth.

After an agonizing while, another guard comes in and tells the other two to prepare to leave with the monster, pointedly looking at the already dead man that is Max. It’s not a secret that he will be hung publicly, he just hoped they could cut off his head instead of letting him struggle with life and death.

“I still wonder why the king let you live for so long. We all knew you were smelling like trouble and pain.”

Getting pushed and dragged outside, he hisses when the real sun hits his eyes that were used to the darkness of his unhygienic cell. It doesn’t matter anymore, though, he will die blind or not.

The king also seems to share this thought, a cruel smile on his stupidly handsome face, adorned by black ink all over his body and beautiful gems sealed into the skin of the true monster in Max’s opinion.

Shocked gasps fill the streets as the people of the kingdom take in Max, the long, black horns adorning his head, with one horn having a golden band tightly wrapped around it, neatly folded wings that appear to be orange and golden and a long tail in the same colours, which could easily curl around the men surrounding him if Max had the will to.

His hands are also locked together, seeing as golden black claws have formed at the very tips of his fingers. He’s at the mercy of the king who has battle scars all over his body, so he knows how to fight Max to death if needed.

“Bring him here and let the people decide the ultimate fate of this man here,” he makes his grand speech, something Max hates him for. Harsh shoves are all he gets and with one final push, he reaches the king who grabs his arms harshly.

“This might be the last time we’ll ever see, Max,” he whispers with a faked sweet smile, “you just couldn’t wait to kill me in my own chambers, didn’t you?” Knowing the trap, Max stays silent and opts to glare at the man that ruined his once peaceful life.

“Hang the monster!” people start shouting out of nowhere and with a quick glance, he sees the only people he wished to never see again, who look so horrified that he can’t hold eye contact.

“Do you see the people you called brothers? Look back at them, they deserve one final look of the monster you actually are but hid from them all those years,” Lewis takes his head and forcefully turns it around towards Max’s little family.

Lando stands there, a newborn child in his arms and Daniel’s arms securely wrapped around him as if to shield him from whatever is about to come while Logan, his youngest brother, shakes in the arms of a dark-haired boy. His family had come to see him die, a cruel joke of life.

“Just hang me,” Max gives up and glares at the sick smile Lewis has. “Now, that wouldn’t be justified for the lives of my men you killed, would it?”

Despite his words, Lewis nods to the executioner who puts Max’s rope around the massive stake and tightens it, making sure the dragon-human wouldn’t slip through the noose. Not a second later, the wooden ground vanishes and Max’s body sacks towards the actual ground, his noose tightening even more and cutting off his airways.

He thinks he can hear his family cry out in horror while others scream in joy, all while Max closes his eyes and takes one deep breath.

Looking back, he realises how much of a good life he has had, living alone at first, with no parents there to raise him, he took in his brothers, caring and loving them like they were his own and protecting them, even though he would have to die.

However, just as he was about to die for good, a scream tears through the crowd and through his deadly haze, he makes out a child pushing through everyone, eyes wide in fear and a remarkable scar carving through his face.

A name comes to his mind but there is no way they actually let children come to such a gruesome event. Was it Willow or Kaiden who’s screaming?