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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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3,588
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4
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William
Title: William
Author: Abeille deVerte
Rating: R – brief description of rape and torture
Feedback: Please.
Summary: Edward and William reveal their true thoughts, and seek justice against Adhemar
Author’s Notes: Much thanks to my Beta, Nephir. While this takes place during in the movie, it is still AU, and if that wasn’t immediately obvious, you need to use your brain – all fanfiction is in an Author’s Universe. I am making no money from this, and I claim no ownership of the characters, the actors, or anything that I do not create on my own, and those that I did create would be listed here. Even though I *wish* I owned Edward. And Roland. But that’s for another time and place.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS, THE RIGHTS, OR ANY OF THE MATERIAL. I ONLY OWN A COPY OF THE MOVIE, AND WILL NEVER OWN MORE THAN ANY OTHER FAN CAN OWN.
William
They were throwing rotten food. What a waste. These people should be glad they *have* food, not throwing it. The jeers were getting to him; all he wanted was to retreat into nothingness, not be a public figure anymore.
There… his mates were facing off the crowd. Oh, no. Just let them have their fun and forget about me. What’s this? Where did *they* come from? Hooded men were now surrounding him. The crowd subsided somewhat, confused by these unknown persons.
One of the men threw back his hood. Edward... what are you doing? He said something to William, but the poor boy couldn’t understand anything; his ears were ringing and body weak from the beating and rape, made only more so by the lack of proper nutrition. His Prince turned away to face the crowd.
He spoke again, but still the thatcher’s son couldn’t understand what he was saying. From the body language of the crowd and his friends, it was something good for him. Suddenly, he was released from the stocks. Edward kept speaking to him, but all he could do was look confused. As he was lead away, he wondered what his sometimes lover knew of his time in the dungeon. He couldn’t suppress the shudder that ran through him at that thought.
***
He was fed and cared for. Edward was talking to him again. “Will? Love, can you understand what I’m saying?” He nodded. “Thank God. Will, Adhemar is waiting for you in the field. You *have* to beat him, it’s only right. He told me of how you loved the rough treatment he gave you, and how you screamed his name as he took you. I gave him a black eye for that. I know he raped you and beat you, I don’t care about that. What I do care about is that you fight for yourself and those you love, even if I’m not one of them.”
William blinked. “Of course, you’re one of them! What we had was no simple dalliance! Edward, I thought that you would hate me for my deception…”
“No, William, I knew all along. Your companions couldn’t keep up the charade when not in the public view; I overheard them talking. I don’t care about that, I understand! Do you forget that I, myself, was playing the same game? I recognized the differences in you as those self same changes in me. I don’t hate you, Will, I can’t.”
“Edward!”
“Hush! You must go. Win as yourself; win *for* yourself, and for everyone who has ever wanted to joust but not been allowed. Show that stupid Count that what he takes as a privilege should be a right.”
***
All he had to do was unseat Adhemar. His shoulder was aflame, and he was loosing his balance. He charged.
“WIIIILLIAAAAAAAMMM!”
Silence. Then, a roar, as the crowd saw what he had done. Him, nothing but a thatcher’s son, winner of most tournaments he’d been in, had beat the world champion. He’d beat his aggressor. He’d beat the man who would have him feel that someone who was “only a thatcher’s son” could be as good a jouster as any spoiled noble.
The crowd cheered. Edward cheered. Adhemar’s *squire* cheered. He’d done what his rival had never thought possible. He’d won.
***
In the stands, William’s father cried. “That’s my boy, my son. That’s my William.”
Author: Abeille deVerte
Rating: R – brief description of rape and torture
Feedback: Please.
Summary: Edward and William reveal their true thoughts, and seek justice against Adhemar
Author’s Notes: Much thanks to my Beta, Nephir. While this takes place during in the movie, it is still AU, and if that wasn’t immediately obvious, you need to use your brain – all fanfiction is in an Author’s Universe. I am making no money from this, and I claim no ownership of the characters, the actors, or anything that I do not create on my own, and those that I did create would be listed here. Even though I *wish* I owned Edward. And Roland. But that’s for another time and place.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS, THE RIGHTS, OR ANY OF THE MATERIAL. I ONLY OWN A COPY OF THE MOVIE, AND WILL NEVER OWN MORE THAN ANY OTHER FAN CAN OWN.
William
They were throwing rotten food. What a waste. These people should be glad they *have* food, not throwing it. The jeers were getting to him; all he wanted was to retreat into nothingness, not be a public figure anymore.
There… his mates were facing off the crowd. Oh, no. Just let them have their fun and forget about me. What’s this? Where did *they* come from? Hooded men were now surrounding him. The crowd subsided somewhat, confused by these unknown persons.
One of the men threw back his hood. Edward... what are you doing? He said something to William, but the poor boy couldn’t understand anything; his ears were ringing and body weak from the beating and rape, made only more so by the lack of proper nutrition. His Prince turned away to face the crowd.
He spoke again, but still the thatcher’s son couldn’t understand what he was saying. From the body language of the crowd and his friends, it was something good for him. Suddenly, he was released from the stocks. Edward kept speaking to him, but all he could do was look confused. As he was lead away, he wondered what his sometimes lover knew of his time in the dungeon. He couldn’t suppress the shudder that ran through him at that thought.
***
He was fed and cared for. Edward was talking to him again. “Will? Love, can you understand what I’m saying?” He nodded. “Thank God. Will, Adhemar is waiting for you in the field. You *have* to beat him, it’s only right. He told me of how you loved the rough treatment he gave you, and how you screamed his name as he took you. I gave him a black eye for that. I know he raped you and beat you, I don’t care about that. What I do care about is that you fight for yourself and those you love, even if I’m not one of them.”
William blinked. “Of course, you’re one of them! What we had was no simple dalliance! Edward, I thought that you would hate me for my deception…”
“No, William, I knew all along. Your companions couldn’t keep up the charade when not in the public view; I overheard them talking. I don’t care about that, I understand! Do you forget that I, myself, was playing the same game? I recognized the differences in you as those self same changes in me. I don’t hate you, Will, I can’t.”
“Edward!”
“Hush! You must go. Win as yourself; win *for* yourself, and for everyone who has ever wanted to joust but not been allowed. Show that stupid Count that what he takes as a privilege should be a right.”
***
All he had to do was unseat Adhemar. His shoulder was aflame, and he was loosing his balance. He charged.
“WIIIILLIAAAAAAAMMM!”
Silence. Then, a roar, as the crowd saw what he had done. Him, nothing but a thatcher’s son, winner of most tournaments he’d been in, had beat the world champion. He’d beat his aggressor. He’d beat the man who would have him feel that someone who was “only a thatcher’s son” could be as good a jouster as any spoiled noble.
The crowd cheered. Edward cheered. Adhemar’s *squire* cheered. He’d done what his rival had never thought possible. He’d won.
***
In the stands, William’s father cried. “That’s my boy, my son. That’s my William.”