#I wish I could say I made this up but I can’t we left meat on these bones I needed everyone to know

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

Do my DPxDC brothers know about Phantom Girl????

Just wanted to check in with my DP x DC homies and make sure ya’ll know there’s a hero called Phantom Girl in Dc comics whose powers are all about intangibility and blowing shit up with “Negative zone” energy……

Now I’m just saying I think her and Danny would be friends and or they would beef over who has to go and change their names. She’s also an alien girl who was tragically stranded in another dimension for several decades who has aged strangely and no longer fits into the hierarchy of her home planet! So like you know if ur into space Danny vibes.

Anyway just wanted to make sure ya’ll knew, have a good day!

(art at the top done by me, art at da bottom done by Dc comics artist)

[experimentfae]

Alastor x Wife! Reader

Oneshot / fluff

After you and alastor had moved into the hotel to “help.” Let’s just say that the rest of the hotel residents saw pda all. The. Time.

Vaggie watched as alastor kissed your hand again! “Sweet satan can those two get a room already that’s literally the seventh time he kissed her hand.” She grumbled out “aw come on vaggie you have to admit it’s sweet seeing love like that’s down here, it’s rare, except our love of course.” Stated Charlie.

“I get it, we get like that, but the difference is that we do it SOMETIMES they do it EVERY TIME they have the chance.” She Argued “and besides I just really don’t like that radio dipshit.” “Oh please you don’t like anyone attached to a dick.” Angel dust butted in while he laid on the other couch busy looking at his phone.

Vaggie could only roll her eyes in response “well I think our pda is not of your concern.” Spoke alastor with a smug look which made everyone except you jump a little “satan’s asshole do you always have to come out like that?!” Argued angeldust “it’s more entertaining to watch all of you jump in a little scare.” Alastor replied proud of himself to make them a little scared.

“Dear even if it was quite hilarious we can’t do that to them all the time… it wouldn’t be entertaining anymore like that.” You advised him while you walked towards him to be next to him. “You’re right my dear, wouldn’t wish that.”

“Yep a match made in hell.” Grumbled out husk then he continued to take his beer “husk is right my dear we the perfect pair.” “I don’t think that’s what he meant sorta, but we are perfect for each other.” Just then you looked to see the clock then you let out a gasp “oh Al we don’t want to be late for our dinner reservations.” You stated, “oh yes, we must get ready.”

With a simple snap of his finger’s you and alastor were completely dressed “what’s up with the getup?” Angeldust questioned “it’s our anniversary, so we going to the cannibal colony to alastor’s favorite restaurant.” You smiled “wait you’re a cannibal too.” Vaggie asked in shock “well… I did try demon meat and it’s not that bad.” You answers shrugging your shoulders “so that’s a yes? Or … no?” Charlie questioned further “mmm yeah I believe so.” You answered again.

“Huh didn’t take you for a cannibal.” Spoke husk “yeah have you ate another’s man pecker and Al if she did would you be ok with that?” Questioned angeldust “absolutely not.” You both answered “enough with the questions we must hurry (y/n).” Demanded alastor “goodb- you didn’t get to finish you’re farewell due to alastor, once again he snapped his fingers and you were at the restaurant.

“Thankfully my love we made it on time.” Alastor spoke while he grabbed your hand and guided you inside the restaurant. A host was at the front seeming to writing something “welcome to the FedOnPals how may- when he looked up he immediately panicked “T-The alastor by hen smiled wider “yes me the radio demon and my lovely wife!” Alastor stated proudly also just because you knew he was an attention whore so he wanted others to know he was there.

Of course some of the cannibals in the restaurant seemed nervous. “Well- yes um of course I see you’re name on the list so… let me b-bring to your table.” The man said clearly wanting to get out of this situation as fast as possible.

Of course you two got the best seats in the house “a waiter will be with you shortly very… shortly p-promise.” The host immediately left with only made alastor chuckle “I do love the perks of being an overlord.” “Aw even more than me?” You teased with a smirk, he smiled wider “no dear you know I can’t love anything more than you.”

You smiled “I love the outfits you picked for us by the way very classy.” “Of course, only the best for my wife.” Just then a waiter came in “hello I’m Mindy and I’ll have your orders.” The demoness spoke as she gave you two the menus.

As the demoness left you two picked out your orders, ate, alastor paid then you two left to go to a jazz club to dance “oh honey you rembered my favorite spot.” You spoke with pure joy “I could never forget, besides our love for jazz is how we meet.” You smiled brighten as you pecked his cheek making him lightly blush “adorable.” “Me? adorable!? dear don’t joke like that.” Alastor demanded making you laugh “oh honey alright just having a little fun.”

Alastor opened the door for you, the song ‘lets misbehave’ by Irving Aaronson filled you’re ears “oh that’s a good song.” You stated, you thanked alastor and went through and he went after you.

You immediately dragged him to the dance floor which he happily let you, both you begin doing the Charleston funny enough this song always reminded you have alastor.

He then brought you into the foxtrot dance, you both looked into each others eyes that are filled with love. He the suddenly gave you a kiss making you blush but immediately kiss back.

You two continued dance, happy to in each others arms and having a loving relationship and knowing that you two where always will be inseparable.

<- Back to MasterList or back to Hazbin Hotel

[paddlescuddlesbubblesgurgles]

Ownership

I’ve been growing all this fat for you for so long.

Slap my fat gut hard. Teach that sagging sack of meat a lesson in large surface areas. Hit my entire torso until it’s not fun anymore.

Grasp my blubbery rolls, and squish them until I bruise. Squeeze them like a stress ball and leave pretty color changing spots. Press into my soft sides, and pinch.

Scratch my pillowy hips. Scrape my swollen back fat. Threaten to rip my delicate, soft skin with your nails.

Hit my huge sandbag thighs, or big, bulging upper arms. Beat them until the frustration goes away. They’re just solid lard anyway. Two overfilled punching bags. Two sacks of flour.

Spank my gigantic ass. Use all that heavy, round flab to relieve tension. Make my ass cheeks jiggle. Bruise them. They’re huge. 

Use me like a dog toy. Bite and chew and squeeze until I squeak. Suck on all this flesh you’ve been cultivating until you’ve tasted your fill. I’m solid food now. Eat me, ravage me, abuse me. Sink your teeth into all this prime meat you’ve been marbling. Tenderize me. Taste me. Take me. Ogle me, objectify me, degrade me. After all, I’m just hundreds of pounds of soft, pliable, stupid lard. 

But after all of that? Hold me. Caress the marks you’ve left, and the ones I’ve made from overfilling. Let’s go out for some food. Help me recharge. Tell me I did good as a stress relief beanbag, and add to my filling. Hug me. Kiss me. Tell me you love me how I am. Rub those poor bruises. Clean me. Dress me. Save me all for you. 

A word of advice though: be careful what you wish for. 

I’m used to being in this body. I know what it can do. It’s easy to use all this weight and mass to my advantage. Yank you around. Fling you. Push you over. Crush, smush, and suffocate.

Those jaws are working constantly for you, and they can bite! Hard. Relentless, continuous chewing.

These legs hold up all that lovely heft every day. They’re powerful. Strong. Toned underneath the fat. Do you want to know what a kick feels like? 

That gut can eat everything in sight, with ease. Even your food. You wouldn’t wanna be hungry right? Say it wanted your food…could you resist? 

Every day you’re moments away from being smothered, or crushed, or pushed down, or the object of your desires making demands you can’t resist. This fat, heavy, luxurious body…it controls you. You’re a slave to it. We both are. 

It’s good to be owned, isn’t it?

[dark-frosted-heart]

Melted by Summer's Lust - Roger Barel (part 1)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this.

Kate: Wow…! Roger, come and look at the view!

From the balcony of the villa, you could see the ocean glistening in the setting sun.

From the feeling of the warm sea breeze caressing my cheeks to the smell of the air far different from London’s, everything was fresh.

Roger: Take it easy. Getting too excited on day one can affect you from tomorrow onward.

Kate: I can’t help getting excited at the thought of us spending 6 days on vacation together.

—A week ago while finishing up research, I had proposed that we take a vacation.

It was necessary that we took a proper rest if we wanted to continue being together forever.

Afterward, Victor offered to help when he heard my proposal…

He gave us 6 days off and rented a villa owned by his friend, Viscount Morris, on a lone island.

(I’m going to enjoy my vacation with Roger to the fullest!)

--

—Our first night. We had dinner, bathed, and then lay in bed.

Kate: What do you want to do tomorrow?

Roger: We’re the only ones on the island, right? Then…I wanna love you thoroughly without having to care about being seen.

Roger rolled on top of me and kissed me.

Kate: Mnnn…

With each kiss, my body felt like it was melting.

Mustering what sense I had left, I pushed back against his chest.

Kate: Wait, Roger. Why did we take this trip?

Roger: For pleasure?

Kate: Right! So we’ll do “this” once during our trip so that you can get some rest!

Roger: Only once…but how far is “this”? Are you banning kissing and small touches?

Kate: Then how about we go “all the way” only once.

Roger: So I can put it in once.

Kate: D-don’t just say it out loud like that…!

Roger: We gotta make things clear. But…well, once is enough.

I felt disappointed by how easily he agreed to it.

Roger: What’s with that look? You want more, don’t you?

Kate: I don’t!

Roger laughed at how I denied it with a flushed face.

Roger: …To be honest, there’s something I wanna try out. That’s why I agreed to it.

Kate: Something you want to try out…?

Roger: What do you think about…dragging “nightly activities” over the course of 5 days?

(Five days…?!)

Roger: Doesn’t look like you’re against it.

Kate: I’ve never heard of this, so I’m curious. What does this involve?

Roger: During the first four days, we kiss and touch each other, slowly building up the mood. On the fifth day, we have sex. The time we spend together gives a lot of emotional satisfaction… And an awful lot of pleasure.

(An awful lot of pleasure…)

Roger: …Well, that’s what I heard while at a pub. Don’t know how true it is. It’s a thing that takes 5 days to do, and since we don’t wanna be seen during it, we haven’t had a chance to try it.

(A 6-day long vacation with just the two of us on a lone island, with him only allowed to “put it in once”...) 

(...This is the best time to try it out)

Roger: So, how about it?

Kate: O-okay. Let’s do it!

Roger: Haha. I’m the one that brought it up, but you really wanna have sex, huh?

Kate: It’s not that…! Since we’re on vacation, I wanted to fulfill your wish.

Roger: …That so? Thanks. Can’t wait to see how turned on my lover gets over the next 5 days.

--

Thus began the first day.

Kate: Um…Roger. Are we really doing this right?

I was just lying in bed in Roger’s arms.

Roger: Yeah. The first day’s just talking and cuddling ‘til we fall asleep…Feeling unsatisfied?

Kate: N-no! This…isn’t that bad. I’m just happy to get a good night’s sleep with you.

I snuggled against Roger. Enveloped by his warm body heat, I’m sure I’d sleep well today.

(I heard it gives an intense amount of pleasure, but going at this rate, it probably doesn’t do anything)

—4 more days until I regret overestimating this.

--

—Day 2, noon.

Kate: Wow, are we having a barbecue today?!

Meat and vegetables were spread out on a table in the garden of the villa. The aroma of the freshly cooked food made me hungry.

Roger: I just finished cooking. Let’s eat ‘em while they’re hot.

Kate: Thanks for the meal! 

I immediately took a bite out of the large piece of meat in front of me.

Kate: Delicious…!

Roger: Hehe. You eat like Ale.

Kate: I…would really like to feed this to Ale.

(Ale was supposed to come with us…)

(But we didn’t bring him with us, but the boat ride would be a burden)

Roger: Ale’s probably getting a nice meal at Crown Castle. …After having some meat, we got this next.

Kate: Ah, there’s beer too!

Roger: Grilled meat and beer is the best combo. I asked for them ahead of time.

After eating some meat, he chugged his beer.

Roger: Phew…that hit the spot!...Come on, you drink some too.

I followed Roger’s lead and had a cup myself.

Kate: This is amazing…!

Roger: Yeah. Having beer and meat during the day…It’s the best way to kick off a vacation. Alright, I’m gonna grill some more so eat all you want.

It was endearing to see how happy Roger looked when grilling meat and vegetables, and then eating and drinking with an innocent smile.

(Ah…Roger’s glittering again)

And I knew it wasn’t because of the sun.

--

—Day 2, night. Today’s step was only touching and kissing.

Kate: Mnn, nn…

Roger kissed me repeatedly. 

His large hand cupped my head.

Even something as simple as a gentle kiss was enough to overwhelm me.

Kate: …Roger.

Roger: Hm?

When I said his name, he stopped and looked at me.

I loved the way this egoist’s amber eyes softened as he waited for me to speak.

Kate: I love you…I really love you.

Roger: What’re you saying something so cute for?

Kate: My heart feels so full and I just had to let it out.

Roger: Think my patience is being tested. It’s hard to keep my hands off you.

The desperation in Roger’s voice made my heart speed up.

…But I’ve always felt this way.

(Will I really feel an “awful lot of pleasure” after this?)

Only 3 days left to disprove my doubts. 

[weldingmetal]

How do you think cybertronians would react to our mouths? The fact that the mouth can easily bite and rip off your or someone else's pinky finger with such ease, almost like biting into a carrot. The brain only stops you from doing so.

So like I think in this scenario it’s not the fact that they have mouths that freaked them out, it’s the fact of what they do with said mouths as well as teeth.

Unlike Cybertronians human eat and chew where they mostly drink. Humans teeth are made to tear into flesh. Just predicons had sharp teeth to eat living mechanisms we have canines to eat meat.

Although that isn’t to say that bots teeth can’t be sharp. I believe if they ate non refined energon in its crystal form their denta would get sharp. I mean look a TFP Megatron. We know that he loved his space crack- I mean dark energon. So I wouldn’t doubt that centuries of eating the stuff would make his mouth look like a piranha.

But sharp teeth/denta for bots isn’t normal.

I can imagine how visceral it would be for a bot to watch a human or animal tear into meat or eat and chew things that should be to hard for soft organics.

So imagine a bot’s reaction to a humans mouth and teeth at work.

Here is a blurb of a possible reaction.

________________________________________

Bulkhead tired to think of a way out of this.

It was supposed to be a simple mission. It was supposed to be practically nothing. Now he’s tied up, can’t move or sever his binds, and he still doesn’t know where Miko went.

He let her wonder off and now who knows where she-

“Bulkhead!”

As if Primus himself heard him he heard his charges voice.

“Bulkhead where are you we have to-“

She turned the corner to find Bulkhead. Tied up in some kind of cable.

“I’m sorry Miko, I was ambushed. I would get us the frag out of here but…I’m a little tied up.”

He says looking down at his binds. Miko runs up to him.

“You gotta try Bulk, the decepticons were after me back there. I lost them but they could come any second!”

“I wish I could Miko. But there are to many loops in my binds around me to break free. I would be able to if I could break just a few of them, maybe if you can find somethi-!”

Then deep in the cave stomping peds could be heard. Miko was full on panicking. She ran up to her bot. Her friend. She tugged and tugged. She knew everything would be okay if she could just break a few.

“It’s no use Miko! I’ll be fine you need to go! Please Miko, run and hide!”

Miko looked up at the bot, her bot, in fear. She looked towards the impending doom before back to Bulkhead and his pleading look.

Something in her snapped.

Her face lit up in anger and she screamed-

“NO!”

She bit down on the cable, electric sparks lighting up around the corners of her mouth as she tugged and bit and thrashed her head back and forth like a wild animal until the cable broke.

She went for another

*crunch zzzt snap*

“I’m.”

*crunch zzzt snap*

“Not.”

*crunch zzzt snap”

”Leaving you.”

*crunch zzzt snap*

“Behind!”

Bulkhead with all his might flexed and pulled and stood and broke his binds just as the vehicons rounded the corner. He picked Miko up and dashed out of the cave dodging blasts aimed at him.

He looked down at Miko and gasped. The corners of her mouth were burned and bloodied. Her jaw was snapping and seizing no doubt from the electric current she continued to bite…for his sake.

As he left the cave and was able to get a signal to comlink and ask for a ground bridge he was wracked with heavy and thick guilt.

He was supposed to be the strong one. He stopped thinking when he heard Miko groan and speak.

“G-guess I s-saved you this time h-huh Bulkhead?”

Bulkhead thought he would cry, in fact he was almost certain he was tearing up. Despite everything Miko, his sparkling charge was still smiling.

As he ran into base he yelled for Ratchet, to do something anything to help Miko.

June and eventually Fowler was called. June bandaged Miko’s mouth and said that she probably won’t have any lasting scars and if she did they would fade.

After the kids were sent home the bots rightfully demanded to know what happened.

Bulkhead explained everything, even the way Miko seemed to go feral.

After that bots went to bed with deep unease in their tanks.

How could something so small have a bite that hard, and still undoubtedly be sentient.

Bulkhead didn’t recharge that night.

Who could blame him with the image of mostly innocent Miko desperately and frantically tore into the cable like a feral animal. All because he wasn’t strong enough.

[yowyowyaoi]

*Kakuzu and Hidan return to the hideout after a mission; Kakuzu goes straight to his room, and after a while, Hidan follows him*

Hidan: Oi, ‘Kuzu … is something wrong?

Kakuzu, sitting on his bed quietly counting out a stack of money: No. All is well. 

Hidan: *pauses, then moves to stand at the edge of the bed* You’re lying to me, fucker. When ya lie to me ya don’t let me see your eyes.

Kakuzu: In case you’re somehow not seeing what’s in front of your eyes, I’m engaged in something else at the moment, and it requires my full attention.

Hidan: Oh, gimme a fuckin’ break, man. You could count that shit blindfolded. Seriously, what’s up your ass today? You’ve been acting weird since this morning.

Kakuzu: I doubt that you’d understand, brat. 

Hidan: I wish you’d stop treating me like some dipshit kid, old bastard. Me and you … we’re not just fucking, right? We … we got something else goin’ on, right?

Kakuzu, quietly: Yes, we do. 

Hidan: Okay then, you need to start telling me when things are wrong instead of finger-fucking your money.

Kakuzu: *sighs, and scoops up the bills on the bed, putting them on the dresser before patting the spot where they had been* Shut that door, and then come and sit here, please.

*Hidan does as asked and sits by Kakuzu*

Hidan: Well?

Kakuzu: *reaches out with both strong arms and pulls Hidan against his chest, resting his chin in Hidan’s hair*

Hidan, blushing: O-oi! What the hell?!

Kakuzu: Hidan. I … I don’t think I can do this much longer …

Hidan: Well then let go of me, weirdo!

Kakuzu: Not that! I mean … this whole thing. Being in the Akatsuki. The missions, the fighting, the constant traveling and injuries and cheap food and sleeping outside in all kinds of weather … I just can’t anymore.

Hidan: … have you said any of this to Leader?

Kakuzu: Tsk; of course not! He’d kill me for sure!

Hidan: 

Hidan: If you left the Akatsuki, what would you do? Where would you go?

Kakuzu: With luck, drop off the face of the earth. Find a secluded woods somewhere, build a nice little cabin. Hunt, fish, trap furs. Grow things, maybe. But … I can’t. 

Hidan: Why?

Kakuzu: Hidan. As you said earlier, the situation between us involves more than our sexual relationship. In my planning I need to take you into consideration. As absurd as I think they are, you’ve made it clear that you need your Jashin rituals, and the killings, in order to survive. More than that, in order for you to be happy. I can’t uproot you away from something that provides you with a steady stream of —

Hidan: ‘Kuzu. You’ve got to be the biggest dumbest fucker of all time. You realize that I actually need YOU more than any of that shit?

Kakuzu: You do?

Hidan: Yeah, I do. What if we did this thing, and went and made a home for ourselves? Had some little fuckers and all that? It’s not like I still couldn’t find people to sacrifice or you couldn’t still be hunting bounties, right? We’d just have to be careful, and it’s not like we ain’t already used to being careful and shit, so we —

Kakuzu: *pulls Hidan into a deep kiss*

Kakuzu: Hearing you say “we” … makes me feel better than anything in this world. I love you, Hidan.

Hidan, face on fire: L-love you too, you old sap. Now what are we gonna do?

Kakuzu: We have plenty of time to think about it. And at any rate, I know how we can solve at least one of our problems…

*picks out a few large bills from the stack he’d been counting*

Kakuzu: Let’s go out to eat, get some real food for once, eh?

Hidan: … you mean meat?

Kakuzu: Yes, all the bloody meat you want. And bread that doesn’t taste like sawdust, and potatoes …

Hidan: Dessert too?!

Kakuzu: *smiles* Don’t push it, brat.

[lavishl0ve]

🩸Johhny Slaughter x Fem Reader🩸 (Part 2)

Part 2 continuation of my Part 1 Reader, I plan to make many more of these (which can also be read as a stand alone) but I heavily suggest reading the parts before these since I do reference some connections within previous parts! Again, these are my first fics and i’m not like an english major or whateva so i apologize if it isn’t perfect. Thank you and enjoy 🤩 (First part is on my page :)

Part 2: Scars

My dreams only remind me of the terror I wished to avoid. Ana screams echo throughout my head. I should have helped her, sacrificed myself. Maybe she could have been the one to escape. I curl into myself sitting on the rough mattress waiting, and waiting. Waiting for what? I’m not sure. May death have mercy and greet me with a cold kiss in my sleep. But death is late. I’ve lost count on how many days it's been, weeks? Each day that Johnny man swaps out my bandage, sometimes we exchange a few words but our encounters are usually in silence. With each encounter I grow with worry. Once the infection leaves my ankle is that when he’ll murder me? Oh god. Will I take Julie’s place on that meat hook..? I can’t think about it. I feel sick. Scratching interrupts my thoughts. That notifying sound of someone entering the basement, is it bad I was hoping it was Johnny? He was the only family member presenting some type of remorse or maybe it was just his job to make sure their food isn’t contaminated. Their. Food. I shake the thought. Sissy treds over and suddenly I'm disappointed. Better her than that cook though, last time he brought me food he spat in it. Safe to say I didn’t eat it. Not that the food is good anyways. She slides the plate under the small gap the bars have.

“Here Sugar.”

I look up at her giving her a small nod. Maybe I would have smiled if it wasn’t the same stew as always. But it’s better than starving…right? She stands for a moment watching me and sits down. I stare reluctantly at her.

“Go on, you’ll like it today. I made it.” She giggled.

Scooting forward I grasp the plate. It’s hot today. I take a small portion of the meat and take a bite. I chew once then twice. It’s incredibly tough, I let it linger in the back of my mouth acting like I swallowed it. She laughs again.

“How’s that red headed friend of yours taste?”

She mocks me poiking her razor blade through the bar so that it's mere inches from my face. I spit the chewed meat at her,

“You fucking monster!” I yell and I throw my plate at her.

shards of porcelain shatter on the floor from the impact, a few shards cutting her stew stained face.

She grabs my shirt through the bar hitting my head against the iron bars

“You fuckin’ bitch.” She screams, shaking me against the bars.

She takes her razor blade and slices right underneath my left eye.

“Eye for a fuckin’ eye.” she scowls, “Next time it’ll be more than that.”

She throws me on the ground, some of the chipped porcelain pieces cutting my legs. She leaves. I occupy my time picking the shards out of my legs.

—————————————————————-

I wake up to the thud of his boots approaching. Death had not visited me tonight. Unless Johnny is death. I see him walk towards the cell looking at the shards on the ground. He groans. Maybe he knows what happened. Entering, I face toward the opposite wall hiding the cut Sissy had given me. Maybe I'll just let this one get infected and die. He sits on the mattress right next to me removing the same compact tin and gauze again. I refuse to face him. He takes my ankle and unwraps the gauze himself.

“It’s better.” He remarks.

He goes through the daily process , applying the topical cream, then wrapping it up. He sighs.

“You’se alright sweetheart?” He questions.

“Don’t let er’ scare you.” He glances over left toward my face.

He saw the dried blood that had ran along my cheek. He grabs my chin with two fingers and turns my head to see the cut better.

“Fuckin’ Sissy.” He hissed through his teeth.

Johnny rose and stomped out the basement without another word. You didn’t hear the scratch of the door close though. Maybe this is my time to escape! But how the hell will I get out? I reach outside the bars fumbling with the lock. Impossible without a key… or a bobby pin. Digging into your messy hair hoping to find a remaining pin you used the day you guys got caught. It took some time but it was there. I unfold the bobby pin and inserting it into the lock trying to hear those “clicks” Connie talks about. I was never as good as Connie, although she tried to teach me, I had always got frustrated. I twist around the pin, unable to hear the noise. I click my tongue in frustration. I try to remove the pin, trying to restart. It snaps. Fuck. You throw the pin on the ground and sit back against the cold wall.

Johnny yells, “The hell you do to er’ Sissy?”

“She jus’ needed a lil’ lesson Johnny.” She replies, “Was actin’ like a bitch.”

Some words were muffled, at the end of their argument Johnny's words were loud enough to echo throughout the whole house.

“Don’t cha’ go on touchin’ my fuckin’ things Sissy!” he yells, “Or ya’ gonna get it worse than er’.”

You hear a door slam.

——————————————————————

The next morning you awaken to Johnny banging on the cell.

“Wake up.”

I rub my eyes, vision coming into view. Johnny unlocks the cell and grabs your wrist.

“Cmon’.”

“What- where are we going?” you ask.

You’ve never been out of the cell. Is this the end of your demise? Johnny clecthes some sort of emerald green fabric in his left hand. He leads you throughout the house towards the back walking through the kitchen, the sink stained red at the glance you get. We step outside, it’s still dark out, my bare feet touch the grass and I breathe in the fresh air. Finally, a nice change. He leads you toward the same shed which you first encountered him in. Pulling the switch on to turn on the lights you make out the space. Some kinda workshop of his I assume. He walks you through the side door which opens toward the back. He shoves a hose into your hand.

“Clean yourself off.”

Stunned you just stare at him, you can’t see much since the darkness covers his face. You wait.

“You gonna turn around…?” I ask uncomfortably.

“I gotta make sure you don’t run away sweetheart.”

You feel your cheeks blush, but you can’t resist a shower. (A somewhat shower). You walk a few steps from him. Facing away, you take off your shirt, then your underwear. Since you can’t see him he surely can’t see you right? At least that’s what you tell yourself. You turn the knob right and the cold water splashes immediately at your feet. You whince at the sudden shock, Johhny laughs under his breath.

“It ain’t gettin’ any hotter, make it quick.”

I suck it up and point the hose over my head dousing my hair, I bite the inside of you cheek. The water runs down my spine. I coat my hair, wash the dried blood off my cheek, thighs and scrap the stew remanents off on hands. Wow how I miss warm showers. I look back towards johnny he leans against the barn, cigarette in mouth, he glances back over like he knew I was watching him. I turned around finishing my “shower”. As I turned the knob off I hear johnny shift off the shed wall.

“ ere’.” He say’s cigarette in mouth.

He throws me the emerald cloth he’s been holding. I unfold it revealing some short dress. Probably Sissy’s. I pull the fabric over my head, then squeeze out the excess water in my hair. I walk back towards Johnny.

“So,” I pause, “Back to the cellar now?” I shrug.

“Naw’.” He throws the cigarette to the ground grinding it with his boot.

I’m taken aback as he walks away, I assume he intends I follow him. I quicken my steps with little hops and skips, the dirt collecting on my wet feet.

“Where we going?” I ask quickening my pace trying to catch up with him.

Johnnys strides are long, almost double mine. I skip every now and then just to catch up. He stays silent to my question. As we approach some junkyard filled a bunch of old rusted cars Johnny strides over to the back of an truck and puts down the cargo-bed hopping on the edge as he pulls out another cigarette. I stand there, what do I do? I take a moment then just decide to do the same, dangling my feet as he stares . He offers me the box,

“Oh no, I don’t-“

He nods and snatches the box away back into his pocket. The sun rises over the horizon painting his face a lovely orange and golden color. I study Johnny more in depth, his dark eyes stare into the sunset. Wow. Am I crazy? Or is he strangely attractive. A piece of his slicked hair falls in front of his face as he leans down towards his red lighter igniting his cigarette. His nose is so perfectly straight, jaw, hand sculpted. No Y/N stop. This is insane. I avert my attention towards the sunset hoping it’d change my thoughts but it can’t. I can feel him staring at me. He drops his head back down holding his cigarette between his legs as his forearms rest on his thighs. His forearms. I glance at them. Scar-covered. I decide to break the silence.

“How’d you get those?”

He scoffs, “Which ones?”

“These.” I trace the scars on his upper bicep.

“Barfight.” he mutters puffing his smoke again.

“Well… you’d win?”

He scoffs, “I always~ win Darlin’.”

The way he dragged out his S sent me into spiral. What is wrong with me?

“What about this?” I ask pointing to his left hand.

“Nubbins. He’d always set up traps when we ‘er kids.” He pauses, “Left a pretty good god damn mark.”

I nod agreeing with him.

“I’d suppose yours will leave more though’.” He winks and nods toward my ankle.

I purse my lips together.

“How about this one?” I ask moving his strand of hair, hinting at the scar going down his eye.

His eyebrows furrow. He doesn’t answer. Serious subject. We sit there for a minute.

“My Maw’…”

We stare at each other for a moment. His puffs the cigarette again, jumping off the cargo-bed. Did I fuck this up?

“We outta go back inside before they know I brought chu’ out.”

I jump down, “Back to the cellar?” I sigh.

A simple Mhmm rumbles between his lips. I look back towards the sunrise soaking up each ounce I could receive. Who knows if this is my last time seeing the sun, let alone the sun rise. But in the end, I guess beautiful things aren’t meant to last.

[coltermorning]

Of Love and Loss Ch. 5 (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur Morgan x F!Reader, 18+)

Summary: Needing peace of mind, you search for it in the familiar and find it in the unexpected.

Author’s Notes: Chapter five of this one.

Tags: Arthur Morgan x reader, high honor Arthur Morgan, minor character death, loss of parents, blood and injury, grief/mourning, survivor guilt, strangers to lovers, slow burn, eventual smut, graphic depictions of violence

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Of Love and Loss

Five: Fleeting Peace

Word count: 3703

I fear this may be the most foolish thing I’ve gotten myself into to date. The woman, still nameless, is in mourning or grief or both and rarely speaks. Makes me wonder what she was like before all this drama. And here I am, more idiot than guide, leading her toward land unknown by either of us. The blind leading the blind. It’ll be a miracle if we make it out alive.

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It had been two days, and you still could not stop thinking of that elk, of your father’s words in your ear, of the older man reminding you of your mother. Your mind was running in circles, an endless stretch of memory and reality closing in on each other. The only bit of normalcy to speak of was the return of your appetite.

You had eaten twice since waking on your back in that camp wagon, half whole again, the ability to keep food down born of necessity rather than any sort of want. That had led to your hunger returning, and it burned through you now with a vengeance.

It was night, you and the man had stopped and made camp, and he was cooking meat over the flames of the fire, the smell making you understand why wolves were so drawn to carnage. Your stomach was rumbling with want.

“You want some?” he asked, not even bothering to look up at you. You wished he would—you were sure your hunger was written across your face. But he didn’t, so you were forced to respond.

“Please.”

After cooking it through, he handed you half. You tore into it like a wild animal.

“Glad to see you’re eating again. I was worried this would be a short trip, starting with you starving to death.”

You shot him a glance but kept eating, needing it more than air.

Once you finished, you debated going out to kill something yourself. You were that hungry. But the thought was cut short.

“So. You ever actually been to Nebraska before?” he asked.

“No.” You backtracked, considering. “Once.”

“Which is it?”

“I’ve been once.” If you could call that being. But you didn’t elaborate. He called you on it.

“Well. Ain’t you just full of talk.”

“Always.”

He laughed. The sound drew your attention, nearly startling you. Then you realized what you had said and grew somewhat proud—your old humor finally resurfacing. It gave you the courage to speak a little more.

“My momma got pregnant with me in Nebraska. She and Pa left before they knew, but I guess it counts.”

“I guess it does,” he said. “So you made this journey before, huh?”

“I have,” you said, thinking fondly on your parents so proud to have a child together, wanting to start their lives with no one but you up in the mountains. “Though I can’t say I’ll be much help with directions.”

Arthur smiled this time, a crooked-looking thing. “No, I wouldn’t think so.”

Braving the unsettling feeling you got from talking, you went on. “Have you ever been?”

He reached in his satchel and pulled out a box of cigarettes. “Passed through a couple times. Never stopped long enough to say I’ve really been there.”

“I bet you’ve been all over.”

He stuck a cigarette in his mouth and eyed you. “What makes you say that?”

You shrugged. “Folks you run with. All those wagons.”

He nodded, lighting a match on his boot and bringing it to his mouth, cupping his hand around the flame so the wind wouldn’t catch it.

After he took a long drag, smoke curling up and whipping away, he offered you the box. You waved it away.

“Don’t smoke?”

“Don’t know how.” You said it before thinking better of it, and Arthur’s resulting expression made you wish you had come up with something else. There was a gleam in his eyes, like a boy with a scheme.

“Don’t know how? It ain’t hard.”

You shrugged, cutting off opportunity for him to push. But push he did. He held out the box to you once more. “Take one. It’ll take the edge off.”

You looked away. There was no taking the edge off. Not when the edge was as big as a mountain. A cliff to fall over.

He sat back, stowing them. “Suit yourself.”

The remainder of the night passed quickly. You bundled up in the spare bedroll you’d been given and cut out the cold, cut out everything. You were exhausted. Your side was aching after all the riding. Your whole body was. But that just leant to heavier sleep, which soon came to you quicker than it had in a long time.

You slept the whole night through. You awoke later than usual, though still early. An old habit formed by hard days of work better spent in the mornings.

Sitting up, you took in your surroundings and found Arthur kneeling by the fire. He saw you stir. “Morning. Sun’s up before you this time.”

He was exaggerating about the sun. The morning still had that blue glow to it that only a barely risen sun could make.

You made to stand anyway and sucked in a breath—the pain in your side was going nowhere. You felt your bandages under your layers to make sure they weren’t damp with blood.

“Nigh time you rewrap that anyway,” Arthur said, eyeing your hands.

“It’s fine,” you told him, trying again to stand. This time you managed it, but it must not have been a very impressive show of it. Noticing, Arthur made for you. He stepped into your space, making you retreat into yourself until he lifted your coat from your side, checking your bandages himself like it was any other thing. For some reason, you let him.

“Yeah, I’d say change these.” He stepped back. “Don’t want ‘em getting dirty.”

You stared blankly at him. You had nothing to replace the bandages with.

He gave you an amused look. “Didn’t think I came that unprepared, did you?” He walked over to his horse, pulling out more cloth from his saddle bags. “You make me take you all this way and I’m sure as shit getting you there in one piece,” he said, unraveling the cloth. He brought it over and held it out to you. You took it, glad he didn’t try to do it himself.

Realizing you would have to near abouts undress your torso entirely to rewrap it, you turned away, stepping into the nearby trees. You started shedding layers, each movement pulling on your stitches. You’d never had stitches before. Never been hurt this badly. You suddenly hoped more than anything this man knew what he was doing.

“How long do I have to keep these in?” you called out, finally getting to the bandages.

“The stitches? Depends,” he replied. “Until the skin starts to heal back together. Which in your case may be a while.”

How long was that? You thought to ask but stopped when you got all the wrapping off and saw your injured side again. It was a nasty sight. A giant bruise, black, yellow on the edges. Scraped skin. A jagged red cut with stitches holding it together, nearly six inches long. You could only sit there and look at it a moment, trying your best not to think about how you got it.

“How do you take them out?” you blurted.

“Just cut the knot and pull. Won’t even hurt.”

Like hell it wouldn’t. You had half a mind not to let him near you again.

“How’s it look?” he asked. “Swollen at all?”

Desperate not to look at the wound a second longer, you started wrapping it, not caring if it was green so long as you didn’t have to see it carving up your side.

“No,” you answered. It truthfully wasn’t. A little agitated, but considering the damage, that seemed expected. You probably should have cleaned it a little but used the excuse of there not being any water around.

You finished winding the cloth around your middle, securing it before observing your work. It was shoddy. You let your short chemise back down, and it bunched up where you had tied the bandage off. You let out an annoyed breath, smoothing it over best you could before putting your shirt back on. When you tucked it in, you purposely left it baggy. No need to draw Arthur’s attention, make him feel the need to rewrap it.

You donned your vest and coat, making sure your father’s ledger was still in the inside pocket, and stepped out of the trees.

Arthur turned your way. “You sure it’s fine? You’d tell me if it looked like it was gonna kill you, right?”

You didn’t respond. Even though it didn’t look bad, dying from natural causes didn’t seem like something you could stop. It was a higher hill to climb, one you didn’t care enough to do anything about.

You started making way to your horse when Arthur stopped you with a hand around your wrist. “Right?” he insisted, voice lower. That same commanding voice he had used on the man who had cornered you by the river.

Surprised that he had grabbed you, you yanked your hand away and pushed passed him without a word. It was an odd thing—you didn’t feel fearful like you would if anyone else had grabbed you. You were angry with him. He knew better.

He let out an annoyed groan and a small word that was likely ‘Jesus’ but let you be. And, getting back to the matter at hand, you headed for your horse. You wanted to go on a hunt. The only real hunting you had done since being on your own was the elk hunt, and even that hadn’t been usual enough to sate your desire. You needed the quiet of the land around you, the animals calling out to each other. Nothing else to think on but prey and your father telling you to focus, to breathe out, to shoot. It was peace unlike anything else—something you desperately needed.

You got the spare rifle you had been loaned off your horse, examining it. It was a basic thing. Perfect, really, for its intended job.

“If you’re planning on shooting me with that, I can promise you, I shoot quicker.”

Peace interrupted once more, you closed your eyes and took a breath before turning to Arthur.

“I’m going hunting. Alone.”

“Like hell you are. Feel like getting yourself eaten in the process?”

You narrowed your eyes. “I’ve been hunting for most of my life. I know how to protect myself.”

“I don’t doubt that, but like I said, I’m getting you home in one piece. So I’m coming with you wherever you go. You don’t like it, you shouldn’t have asked me along in the first place.”

“I need…” You couldn’t say it. Not to this stranger. Peace. And how to explain that you could only get it in the woods, surrounded by animals and nothing more.

He waited expectantly, his hands on his gun belt. You huffed a breath, needing him to understand but knowing he wouldn’t. He was too stubborn to give it up.

“Fine,” you said. “You can come. But please stay quiet. I need quiet.”

He quirked an eyebrow but said nothing more.

After taking some ammunition from him for your gun, the two of you left the horses and your small camp behind and set off. You went where sound and sight led you, unfamiliar with the terrain but immediately picking up on a few deer trails. The tall animals usually barreled through the woods in the same places, leaving small tunnels through the trees and low-growing bushes. Even though the tunnels were much less obvious than they would be in winter, you followed them.

Much of hunting was thinking like the animal you chose to stalk. Deer were all instinct, all bursts of speed and subtle power at the slightest noise. Rabbits were less thoughtful but faster still. Anything bigger was normally aggressive, and anything else was not much for hunting. It was a game, a need fulfilled and satisfaction saw through. You found yourself floating along with the feel of it, the first time you hadn’t been weighed down since the fall. Then a loud pop of a stick sounded behind you, and you whipped around.

Arthur stared right at you, almost like he was waiting for you to get onto him for it. Not wanting to make more noise than necessary, you only held a finger up to your mouth to quiet him and continued on.

After enough walking that you reached a place your were sure other humans hadn’t touched in years, you stopped. You knelt and examined the ground, listening hard. There was a lot to stillness. Much more than other hunters realized. So you sat, letting the animals reveal themselves rather than chasing them down.

Ten minutes passed without a thing. Then, slowly, came three deer. They likely smelled you or Arthur, their heads occasionally popping up, their tails twitching. But you stayed still, became the woods around you, waiting for their trust.

They were foraging around, likely searching for food they would need before the snow hit. It made them desperate, and desperation gave way to ill caution. More minutes passed, and they forgot to be afraid of that unknown smell. They walked on far enough that moving your gun to your shoulder wouldn’t be noticed by those round brown eyes. You did so slowly and silently, hardly breathing. You aimed for the doe in the middle, the only one with her side turned to you—the easier shot. You waited a few beats, watching, not rushing. You always used to rush, and your father had called you on it every time. It usually resulted in an unclean kill or spooked game. So you waited, making sure all was in order, hearing your father tell you to be patient before you let out your last breath.

The gun fired, startling the deer and the birds and everything alive. When the deer went down, you weren’t torn apart by it this time. You were proud. You had done everything right, just as he had taught you. A hunt years in the making. You had just never known what the cost of it would be—to be so sure despite being so alone.

“You keep shooting like that, and I’ll start to think you’re some sort of sharpshooter.”

The voice startled you. You were so engaged in what you were doing you’d forgotten the man was there. You turned to him, looking at him without really seeing. Wordlessly, you stood and made for the deer.

Sure enough, it had been a rather impressive shot. The deer hadn’t been close by any means, not to mention the trees spanning the distance between you. You’d hit her right in front of her ears, downing her immediately, just as you had the elk. If it had been a buck, you’d have gone for the heart, but this doe had made it easy on you. You knelt beside her and heard footsteps beside you, then the scraping sound of a knife against leather. You looked up to find Arthur holding his knife out to you. Willingly this time. So different from the elk hunt.

“Thank you,” you managed, taking it from him. You meant it in more ways than one. Despite who he was, talkative and humorous, he had let you be more times than you truly deserved in the short span of the time you knew him.

He didn’t respond, so you got to work.

In an hour, the pair of you were back to your horses with enough meat to last you weeks. Probably the whole trip. Arthur had brought a little of the elk along but left most of it for his people, so this would more than cover you in the meantime. Especially with how cold the weather was turning. That was one thing your mother loved about the snow—meat didn’t go bad in such coldness. Or it took a lot longer to. You silently thanked her for that small knowledge as you packed down your horse.

“May be easier to use one horse to pack,” Arthur said. “We can both ride the other.”

“Not enough meat here,” you said simply. Plus, you didn’t want to ache twice as bad when you were suddenly without a saddle.

“Ain’t you knowledgeable,” he quipped. “How’d you learn all this anyway?”

“Learn what?” You finished with the meat and took some to cook.

“Hunting like that. I thought Hosea was good, but I ain’t ever seen anything like that. You track like a bloodhound.”

Your chest welled with pride. “My father taught me.”

“Well he was a good teacher then.”

You ignored the ‘was’ and went on, happy to brag on him. “He grew up in the country, in the Nebraska plains. He always did want to move to the mountains, but he was already a man of the land before he was even a man. That love of it, that reverence, it made him a good hunter.”

“I’m sure,” Arthur said.

With that, your father’s warm memory running through you, you made for the fire to eat a well-deserved meal.

You were halfway through eating when Arthur asked, “Is that how your father made his living then? Hunting?” It was a curious question, one that made you stare at the man because he said it with such caution. Like he knew better than to be asking it. You wondered why but let it slide. Instead of answering, you tugged the ledger out of your inside pocket and handed it to Arthur.

He fumbled it open, his eyebrows drawing together in confusion over the first few pages. They were where your father had learned his letters, likely scribbled nonsense to Arthur. But he kept flipping and eventually must have reached something he recognized, as he began to read.

You took your last bite of food when he asked, voice full of confusion, “Does this say goat?”

You looked over at him where he sat, poring over the ledger like it was the most interesting thing in the world. You felt pride surge through you once more before getting up to make him show you what he was talking about. “Where?”

He pointed to a spot on a page, and you sat at his side and squinted. The word could have been goat. It could have been a lot of things. Your father had also taken on a peculiar shorthand of his own making that only you and your mother could read. Her more so than you.

“Go back a page.”

Arthur did so, and you spied the date across the top line—May of 1888. The memory made the edge of your mouth tug upward.

“Sure does. That’s the year we had goats. The only year we did. Momma hated them. Here, go back.” He flipped to the page he had asked about, and you pointed to the numbers on the edge of the page. “Some figures for what he sold that month. See the goat line?”

“W…B? Am I reading that right?”

You couldn’t keep your smile at bay now. It was a foreign thing, feeling it stretch across your face. Something you didn’t think you had the strength to do anymore. But you did as you said, “Wolf bait.”

“Wolf bait?” Arthur turned to you, voice full of disbelief. His eyes locked onto you so close that you noticed for the first time how colorful they were. Gemstone green and sea blue. That made you come to your senses, your nerves taking hold. You quickly looked away, though your smile at the memory never quite left.

“Yep.”

“You’re kidding me,” he said. “You fed the goats to wolves?”

You thought of the end line for that year written later in the ledger—the most profitable year your father had ever recorded. You smiled again. “Something like that. They may have gotten loose and…”

Arthur let out a laugh.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just…of all the ridiculous things to make you finally crack a smile,” he said, shaking his head. “I didn’t figure for goddamn goats.”

It was a bit silly, but you suddenly couldn’t keep a straight face. You wondered when the last time that had happened was.

“Then what’s this?” he asked. He pointed to something else in the ledger, and you were swept away from any further thought about happiness or the lack of it.

The pair of you sat together and pored over the pages for what felt like an hour. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt so riddled with pride over something. It was like showing the very heart of both your parents to Arthur. It was an entire livelihood written down. Your childhood, your adolescence, your adult memories all coming back to you. It was exactly what you needed. The very thing to pull you outside of yourself for a moment, however brief.

It only occurred to you once the camp was packed up, you and Arthur had mounted, and the trip resumed that he had latched onto that ledger on purpose. Not because it was inherently interesting, and not because of any sort of politeness. It was because the ledger had been the first thing to make you speak, truly speak, since you’d met the man. He had picked up on that, on your love of your family before everything had gone so wrong. And he used it to help ease the pain for a little while. You realized then you were wrong about him. He was gruff and overly honest and sometimes flat out mannerless, but he was smarter than you figured for. Or maybe caring was the better word.

While the pair of you made out into another cold day, you were suddenly glad you had picked Arthur to come with you over anyone else. The man who had cared enough to save you. The one who was doing it still.

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Chapter six is here.

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[addisonstars]

“we belong in sunshine”

written for day 15 of august for @wolfstarmicrofic with the prompt “warm”

648 words!

“Moons, come on!” Sirius shouted, from the depths of the pool they had in their backyard. Remus was quite content to Sirius’s dismay to just sit on their patio and read one of his books.

“Come on! It feels so good in the water today!” Sirius shouts again, really trying to get Remus to come in.

Remus rolls his eyes, but shuts his book and takes off his pants, climbing into the pool with just his boxers. He’s too lazy to go get his swim trunks on.

Sirius smiles when he sees Remus come on in, he loves it when the two of them can swim together. Remus comes over to him and they start to float around in the pool, talking about their days, gossiping and laughing and just enjoying each other’s presence.

I love him. Remus thinks. And Sirius knows that, as evident by the wedding bands and the many tattoos dedicated to Sirius on Remus, and visa/versa. Sirius is just everything that Remus could ever wish for, and he loves him.

After what felt like hours, the sun starts to make its descent. “I should probably get dinner started.” Remus states, starting to get a bit hungry.

“Mmm yeah, that sounds good. What was the plan for tonight?” He says, swirling the water around him with his fingers.

“I think it was lasagna, and I was gonna cook up some garlic bread to go with it.” Remus pauses for a moment then swears. “Merlin, I should have got out sooner,” Remus says as he climbs out, shaking off. “I have to get out everything and cook meat and the noodles and then the whole thing has to cook, and-“

Sirius cuts him off, interjecting. “Hey if we don’t have enough time for that, unless we eat later which is fine by me, then we always have leftovers or takeout. I made that soup the other day yeah?”

Remus thinks for a second and visibly relaxes, the speaks “I’m not going to be upset if we eat later.”

“Me neither, so let’s do that,” Sirius says, smiling.

“‘kay.” Remus says, as Sirius climbs out. And for the second time today, Remus can’t stop staring at his handsome husband.

The way the warm light shines on his skin, the curves of his torso and arse highly attractive to Remus, and the softly fading sun highlighting his tattoos is utterly gorgeous.

His favorite one by far is the Remus John Lupin-Black sitting at the crest of his collarbones, at the center of his chest with the moon phases tattooed right underneath his name. There’s a little heart right above his name too.

And there are so many other ones on Sirius that Remus could stare at for hours, even if it would classify him a creep. But he stares anyways.

“Whatcha looking at Moons.” Sirius interrupts him out of his dream-like state. “Me? It’s ‘cause I’m just sooo pretty look at isn’t it yeah?” with a smirk in his voice.

“You wish,” Remus lies.

Sirius scoffs, slapping Remus’s arse playful for lying.

“Hey! I’m cooking dinner tonight, and I’m not afraid to screw it all up by trying to make enough for just me so you can’t eat dinner. Watch yourself mate.”

Sirius laughs, throwing his hands up and backing away, grabbing his towel too.

“You wouldn’t do that, you love me too much.” He says, drying off his hair and body.

“Yeah, sure, tell yourself that.” Sirius nonchalantly says. Sirius picks up Remus’s left hand, and hold the ring finger by the tip. “So then what’s this for?” He lifts his eyebrows up.

Remus smiles, knowing he can’t get away with anything. Sirius drops Remus’s hand with a smile, but Remus takes it in his own.

“That’s what I thought.” Sirius says, leaning a little closer into his Moony, walking into the house, hand in hand.

wolfstar 😌

-a.s.

[strawberryscorner]

Forgotten Sins Chapter 7

Series Tags: Amnesia, Stockholm Syndrome, Drug Use (Bliss), Religious Cults, Fluff and Angst, Car Accidents, Family Member Death, Manipulation, Emotional Manipulation

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You raised your hand, ready to knock but put it down again. You were too nervous to eat during lunch, your mind was too busy thinking about this moment. You had to do this.

You raised your hand again and knocked on the door. You didn’t want to confess anything to anyone, you wanted to run away but the door opened before you could move.

“Hi,” you said lamely.

“Hello,” Jacob said. “Did Joseph send you?”

“No, I need to speak to you.” You pushed passed him and into the room.

You heard the door shut behind you, no one else was in the room which was good. Maybe you’d be able to get the words out or think clearly enough to know what the words were.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m scared,” you said and started pacing. “Of, well, of everything. But mostly, right now, of how well I can shoot. I mean, what if it’s not just that I know how to shoot, what if I have anger issues? What if I’m a murderer and I don’t even know?” 

You paused and looked at him but he didn’t say anything, so you continued pacing. “What happens if I tell John I’m good at shooting and he makes up some sort of reason, like a murderer, and I get marked up with a sin that might be true but could be totally wrong and I have no clue what it means?”

“Then don’t tell him,” Jacob offered.

“Then I’m a liar.”

He chuckled.

“It’s not funny.”

“No, I know.”

He still looked amused as he walked up to you. He made you sit on a chair. No more pacing which had started to feel like the only thing keeping you from drowning in your worries.

“Look, Joseph and John do usually start pushing confessions somewhat early, but you don’t remember any sins to confess. They can’t push it with you, so relax.”

“But what if I am a murderer?”

“What if you’re a hunter? Or just someone who had an odd hobby?”

You forced your head to focus on his suggestions instead of your anxieties. They made sense, not everyone who knows how to shoot takes people’s lives. There could be so many reasons why a gun felt natural in your hands. Just an odd hobby, yeah.

Jacob pulled you out of your thoughts by clearing his throat. “I have to feed the prisoners, you’re helping me.”

He turned for the door. While you were getting tired of these men always telling you what to do, you had to admit, feeding the prisoners sounded better than him handing you over to John or worse, Joseph. You got up and followed him.

The bowls in your hand contained liquid, some soggy vegetables and a few chunks of odd-looking meat. You didn’t dare ask what the meat was. There was hardly any of the soup in the bowl, you weren’t sure if feeding them was actually helping them or if leaving them to starve on nothing was better.

Someone held the door open, and you followed Jacob into the room. You took the cages on the left side of the wall, some of the prisoners took the bowl, greedily swallowing its contents while others stayed, cowering against the wall, staring at you so you gently placed their bowls on the ground for them to take when they were ready. One of the cages was empty, it had belonged to the man from Eli’s group.

“Where is he?” you asked Jacob.

He shrugged. “Not everyone makes it.”

You wished you had felt something, but you didn’t, you just accepted the fact. It wasn't surprising considering the food they were getting and the injuries on their bodies.

You saw someone didn’t get any food, you didn’t have time to ask why that was as three of Jacob’s men gathered around the cell, one of the went in and grabbed the scared prisoner then dragged him outside.

“What do you do to them?”

“We cull the weak.”

“So, if they survive, they join you?”

“Me, one of the others, it depends.”

 Jacob started walking to another area. You didn’t know what else to do so you went after him. Joseph hadn’t told you to do anything today and since this was the furthest spot you could be from the Father so unless Jacob told you to leave, this was where you would stay.

Jacob grabbed a box filled with various sizes of bloody meat and carried it to a car.

“Get in,” he told you as he placed the box in the back.

Jacob got in the driver’s seat beside you as you put on your seatbelt. “Are we feeding someone else?”

“The Judges,” he said, turning on the car and speeding off. “They did well yesterday, so today, they get treats.” He nodded to the meat in the back.

***

The drive was quiet, he hadn’t even put the radio on. Once he stopped the car, he got out to get the box of meat. You opened the door to exit the car, but a dead body was on the ground. Gross. You had to jump out. The grass was wet with what you assumed was blood as it hadn’t rained so you slipped. Jacob grabbed you with one arm and helped you gain your footing.

“Be careful, dead Angels are everywhere now,” he said. “I don’t know why so many of them are here, they usually stay away. Come on.”

You were nervous to be near the Judges again, but you trusted Jacob knew what he was doing when it came to them and hoped he wasn’t leading you to slaughter. There were Angels scattered on the ground as you walked, some with bullet wounds through their heads and others with claw or bite marks. The bodies were fewer as you got closer to the wolves.

The giant white wolves were laying on the ground, a collar with a long metal chain around their throats, keeping them in place. Jacob set the box down and grabbed a few pieces of meat, telling you to do the same. He walked down a line of Judges and tossed meat at them, so you copied him.

Holding the bloody meat was horrible and you were trying to hold your breath as much as possible while digging your fingers into the meat so it wouldn’t slip. As you tossed the food to the wolves, they’d try to catch it in their mouths, some would succeed while others licked at the meat once it landed on the ground.

Part of you thought it was kind of cute, a group of giant wolves laying down and licking or chewing their food but the other part of you, the part that could still smell the meat, hated it.

“No one else needs feeding, right?”

He was about to answer when his radio went off, “Jacob, we need you.” You heard John’s voice yell over gunshots.

“On our way,” Jacob said before looking at you. “Still have your gun?”

You nodded and he ran to the car, you took off after him.

During the drive, you had time to get nervous and think about what was happening. Eden’s Gate only had one enemy, the Resistance. Jacob asked if you had your gun so clearly, you were expected to fight alongside Eden’s Gate. The thought of having to fight Adelaide nearly made you ask Jacob to stop the car, but you forced yourself to stay quiet. You couldn’t, you had said yes to joining Eden’s Gate. This was your choice. No one forced you.

The gunshots were deafening once you got out of the car, there was a yellow plane in the sky firing down on the people of Eden’s Gate as well. John was shooting up at it, cursing a man named Nick Rye. Jacob took one of his bigger guns out of the car and started shooting any members of the Resistance he could see. You saw one running up behind John, who was too distracted Nick, you pulled up your gun and shot them in the leg causing them to scream as they fell to the ground. John spun around and shot them in the head.

“Don’t be afraid to kill them, you know how,” Jacob said.

You knew he was referring to your perfect shot on that photograph but that was a picture, these are real people. People moved, they weren’t still, just waiting for the bullet like the photo was. People who when shot between the eyes like that, would stay down, making you a killer.

“You won’t get a nasty sin carved into you for protecting us or yourself,” he said. “So, aim to kill, and most importantly, don’t die.”

He ran towards his brother to make sure no one would be able to attack him again since John’s focus was back on Nick Rye.

You couldn’t see anyone you recognised around you; Adelaide was nowhere in sight. So, you raised your gun and started firing at men and women who were trying to sneak up on John and Jacob. You aimed for their heads, missing some and shooting their throat or shoulder. You weren’t as bothered by their blood or their screams as you thought, you were mostly bothered you kept missing what you were aiming for. You could do it; you knew you could. Jacob knew you could and right now, he needed you to do it again. Too many Resistance members were shooting at him and his brother for you to keep missing.

You hear cars driving towards you all, it’s more Eden’s Gate members. Nick Rye goes higher in the sky and flies towards the cars, trying to destroy them before they can help you lower the Resistance member’s numbers.

When you’re focused on the plane, a man from the Resistance runs at you with you a knife, John shot him in the head and the man falls dead at your feet.

“Thank you.”

You picked up the knife from the corpse’s hand, just in case, you thought.

It was like the Resistance members would never run out. Any time they died, more seemed to appear and they were doing a good job at making sure more of Eden’s Gate couldn’t come to your aid. The only things you could hear were gunshots and screams, you could feel your heartbeat picking up and your palms sweating around your gun. You weren’t sure what was happening but as tears stung your eyes and you started hyperventilating, you knew it wasn’t good.

You backed away from the man whom you had just shot, tripping over a corpse behind you and landing on the blood-soaked ground. A woman stood over you, but through the tears and the sun glaring behind her, you couldn’t tell who she was, but you knew she was pointing her gun at you. You stared up at her, preparing for the pain of her bullet. A gun went off, and her head flew back, pulling her to the ground. This caused her gun to go off and you screamed as the bullet ripped through you.

“Dawn!” you heard a man call out, but you passed out before he could get to you.

[sleepycupcake-uwu]

Love in the McFreezer

A/N: THIS WAS WRITTEN BY A FRIEND, NOT MY WRITTING.

Summary: Y/n works at McDonalds. Jason was a sweet regular. Mortal!Jason x Reader. Words: 1k+

TW: DO NOT READ if you have Cryophobia/Frigophobia/Claustraphobia

"The regular?" She looks up from the register. Jason swears he would have kicked Percy and Leo in the crotch (their suggestive giggles were staring to piss him off) if they weren't in public. He settles for a smile instead (and a quick glare at his mates).

"Yeah. With an expresso and milkshake please."

"Make it blue too-ph!?" Y/n smiles at Percy. "I see you've brought your friends."

"Uh, yeah. This is Percy, and-"

"I'm Leo- Bad boy. McShizzel Supreme Commander-"

"Right-" Jason drags Leo off to the table, "I'll get the orders!"

She simply chuckles whilst giving him the nod and moving to her next customer.

"Bro," Percy looks at her. "I would say she's kinda cute -not against Annabeth, of course- aaand I can picture little 'Jason-Y/n's' running around." Jason blushed.

Leo had, mean while, started building a sword out of the straws he'd stolen. "I second that."

"Btw, u saw finding nemo? And Aquaman?"

"Bro, that's, like, the 25th time you’ve said that." Leo groaned in exasperation.

"Hey!" Percy protested, "I can't help it they're good-"

"It worse than star wars!"

"Don't you dare say that-"

"Guys-"

"Um, Jason?-" All three of them stop their squabbling and look at y/n's nervous figure.

"Oh, um, hey..?"

"I...We kinda need your help...? None of us are tall enough to reach the top ingredients in the freezer and we really need it right now cause, you know, we got a lot of customers coming in and-"

"Relax Hot stuff," Leo winked at her (whilst kicking Jason's shin). "I'm sure Jason will help you, wouldn't you, Superman?"

This is your chance

"Yeah, totally."

 "Woah."

Y/n grinned. "First time visiting a storage freezer?"

"Yeah." Jason looked around, picking on a cardboard flap that was laying on the floor. He wasn't going to admit that it was her he had been staring at the whole time. Y/n clapped her hands authoritatively.

"Okay, now Mr. Grace, you take four boxes of those frozen meat (Idk how McDonalds works- don't come at me.) and unload them to Faith at the kitchen. Be quick! We got customers!"

"Ay Ay Captain!" Jason saluted and and began working (unaware of Y/n staring at his abs whenever his shirt rode up a little).

"The last one's up there-no, the one on your left-yeah that-Jason look out!"

"What the-?!" The tiny mouse ran about, making him scream, lose his balance and fall on to the cluster of other cardboard boxes,  no doubt damaging them.

The lights flickered, the room seemed to get warmer but was still considerably cold.

"What's going on?" Y/n tried pulling the door, tugging harsher and finally kicking when she realized it was locked.

"I have no idea how all this is happening," she exclaimed.

"Um, I think I smashed your box of...frozen potatoes? I don't really know either..."

"I don't have my phone," y/n admitted. "I left it with Faith- wait, Jason, what is the time?"

"Five to Five, um, but why?"

"That's it! We have inspection at 6. If we can't get out right now, then the inspection team can help us."

 "I'm cold." 10 min have passed, and the voice made him turn next to the huddled figure. He didn't have a sweatshirt or coat to give her.

"I know. Just some more time. I really wish I could help you."

"Then cuddle?" This got both of them surprised, but Y/n recovered faster and coughed.

"I-I'm sorry, I just meant-"

"I mean, we could..." A pause, and Y/n put herself on to him, curling herself into his embrace. Jason noted how her arms where freezing cold, though nervous, he soon melted in her embrace.

"Jason?"

"Hmm?"

"You're shivering."

"I'm fine."

"Has anybody told you that u r a bad liar?"

"Um..."

"That explains it." Silence.

"Y/n?" Jason's voice had a crack in it.

She lifted her head from the crook of his neck. "Yeah?"

You 100% miss the shots you don't take.

"I...I.." Jason faltered.

"Hey, you don't have to tell me if you don’t want to, you know that right?"

"No no no I want to." He took a deep breath. "Ijustwantedtotellyouthatilikeyouanditscompletelyokayifyoudontfeel-"

"Jason-"

"-thesamewaybutI-"

"Jason wait-"

"-stillwannaletyouknow-"

"Jason Grace." Jason shut his mouth, effectively having snapped out of his daze. Y/n moved forward, turned around, and sat crisscrossed facing him.

"Come again, slowly please."

"I like you," a pause. "I've had a crush on you ever since...let's just say for quite some time now." He shrugged, not wanting to give away his nervousness, and Y/n's black face didn't really seem to help either. But he continued.

"I understand if u don’t feel the same way, but I just thought I'd let u know bout it and get it off my chest."

Jason stared.

Y/n stared.

Jason stared.

Y/n stared.

And smiled. And squealed.

"Omg you got to be kidding me i cant even-(insert squealing noises)-Yass gurl, who's lucky day is it? MiNe- Oh." A wave of mortification embarrassment was visibly rolling off her. "Um, ha ha, I'd luv to...Sorry, u weren't supposed to c that."

Jason rubbed his neck, feeling the second hand embarrassment before they stared at each other once more, and burst into laughter.

"C-Can I....like, kiss you?" Instead of answering, Jason just nodded affirmative, and they let their lips brush, barely, before Y/n placed her hand behind his head and pulled him into a proper kiss. Jason felt the adrenalin rushing through him, and he could have sworn he'd faint from the sheer disbelief of it actually happening. He'd heard people say of the sparks, but he didn't remember anyone mentioning how safe and protected he felt. He couldn't explain the feeling...it was just...there. And oh how he wanted to do this forever.

A creaking, which soon turned into a banging, parted them from each other and they turned their heads towards the door. Y/n pursed her lips, while Jason bit his, and raised his eyebrows.

"Is this normal?" He asked.

"No," she frowned.

Before either of them could further react, the freezer door burst open, revealing Leo, Percy and Faith, all of them grinning.

"Took you long enough."

"No. You guys took long enough," Y/n had already pushed past Faith and ran off. "I need to pee! Move out of my way Bethany-"

Oh fuck you guys. Thank fucking you.

[dulcewrites]

Mauled Hearts

Aemond has lost an eye, but gained a dragon. He is sure he is slowly losing much of his sanity, but he has gained an equally nutty friend.

I had this small little au idea for what would happen if Myrah came to King’s Landing sooner than she did in Finding Common Cause. It sort of spiraled into me writing this because I’m super curious about that time jump after the driftmark incident. So much happened and it’s a shame we didn’t get it in the show imo. This picks up right after Driftmark. I see Aemond being 11/12 and Myrah is 13

Aemond is late for dinner… again.

Alicent tries not to fixate on the empty seat on the other side of the table. She often had to tell herself nothing was wrong, even when she could feel the eventual doom in the pit of her stomach.

When he didn’t arrive with his sibling, she sent Criston out to find him. She made the rules clear very to all of them. No flying right before or right after dinner. Always, always, tell a guard where you are going to be. She reminds Aemond of this the most. Doing it every morning while she watches the maesters repatch his eye bandages. He grows restless with them by the day. The bandages and the maesters. Opting to redo them as soon as they leave the room.

Alicent just watches. Tongue tingling to say something. Fingers itching as well. She doesn’t know if that is the urge to help her son feel better or the urge to peel her skin from her body. Starting with the fingers till is freyed and left open.

Aemond hates the help he receives. He was always far too precocious for his age. She often thinks he came out of the womb with the world on his shoulders. A difficult birth on her part leading to a haughty attitude passed to him. It’s only compounded since the indecent. He insist on doing things himself as much as possible, despite looking miserable some of the time.

Aegon loudly blows air out of his lips, staring at the meat pies that have yet to be touched. Alicent raises a brow at him, and he raises one back. Defiance and annoyance written on his face.

She can’t help but wonder if that is how she looks everyday. Same melancholy, detached eyes.

It makes her plaster a fake smile on her as the kitchen maids continue to cart out food. The meal was not to start till everyone had arrived; another rule of hers.

The seat next to her is also empty, but she is far more grateful for that. Viserys had locked himself in his room since receiving the raven a week ago.

Rhaenyra and Daemon. Married. Celebrating their newlywed bliss.

He had bitched and moan about it while Alicent tried to hold back a bile helping him change. The nauseous feeling was for serveral different reasons. She always noticed the way Daemon’s eyes trailed people. Daemon Targaryen was a simple man, or at the very least his stunted mind only allowed him to register few emotions on his face. His eyes only computed hatred and toleration; within those two camps came a spectrum of other things under the surface. Anyone less used to watching and observing as Alicent would miss it.

She saw the looks of wanting enacted on Rhaenyra from her uncle.

“I swear it! On the memory of my mother!” Rhaenyra said, and silly Alicent belived it. No wonder everyone lies to her; she makes it so easy for them.

It was only a matter of time before Rhaenyra was another fly in his web. Alicent recognized the lust like she did the hatred.

You don’t hate me because of my father. You hate me because I married your brother. Do you wish you were in my place? Do you wish Rhaenyra was him? Can’t get the acceptance you want from your big brother so you patiently wait for the day that years of gifts and lurking comes to fruition.

Targaryens were terribly funny like that. It would not the most far fetched idea in theory. Daemon viewing Rhaenyra as an extension of Viserys. The way Alicent is always viewed as an extension of her father.

Another no show at dinner. He had the same disgusted response to Rhaenyra and Daemon’s marriage but for different reasons. Otto never hid his distain for Daemon and vice versa. Alicent was envious of them in that regard. Daemon especially. How his emotions were able to ebb and flow freely. No one to tell him he wasn’t valid in them.

She had one moment of anger. A flash of something that burned underneath the surface from the day her mother was buried in the ground, from the moment her stay of King’s Landing became permanent, from the moment she had to lay on her back and have Viserys on top of her. Night after night. Put her body on the line to bear him four children.

She defends herself once, tries to avenge what happened to her son, and she gets whispers of 'mad queen' in court. Somedays, she wants to prove those people right and have their tongues cut out.

But Alicent cannot even pretend to be that cruel. The way others around her cannot pretend to not be that cruel. She immediately apologizes with white hot guilt and shame burning her body while members of her so called family just literally burn everything in their wake. People included.

Lady Rhea dead, Laena dead, then Laenor shortly after. A titled lady and two dragon riders in their own right, all gone. What is to say she and her children will not be next?

"You are not foolish enough to think they have nothing to do with his death, right," her father looked exasperated by her wide eyed look of shock when she learned about Laenor.

Now you see her what she is. What the king's stubbornness has wrought.

She had no comeback when Otto reiterated that same sentiment days ago. No argument for what is the truth. At times, she just wanted to scream at Viserys to wake up. To realize that he is the fucking king; if he does not want his precious daughter in harm's way, he could stop it easily. If he does not want Rhaenyra and Daemon married, he could make it so. If he wanted his daughter to not have bastards or have no one whisper about their parentage, he could have told her to watch herself after the first boy came out just as plain featured as his father. What is stopping Viserys from wielding that power other than his own cowardice? He could have stopped it all the moment before he decided to remarry.

The Mad Queen and the Cowardly King, what a horrid pair they make.

But Alicent has quickly learned that the only time Viserys feels comfortable reminding everyone he is king is often at her expense. And now at the expense of the children he had with her.

On cue, Criston and Aemond stroll into the dining hall.

Aemond cheeks are a bit pink when he finally plops down. Alicent opens her mouth to ask him where the seven hells he’s been, but out of the corner of her eye she sees Criston shake his head slightly. As if to say, we can talk about this later.

They had gotten good at that. Shared looks of communication.

Alicent tries to read between the lines as dinner goes on, but it to no veil as Aemond won’t meet her gaze. Helaena whimsically makes her way through a story about Dreamfyre. By the time dinner is done, Alicent’s interest is far too piqued in what Criston will tell her to even move from her spot.

The kids all give her a kiss goodnight as the evening turns. Before he leans to kiss her on the cheek, Alicent grabs Aemond’s arm softly.

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

His face scrunches in a way that Alicent assumes may be painful because of the healing stitches. He looks over at Criston for a moment then back at his mother.

“You look pretty today.”

Alicent almost laughs at the gall of her second boy. Almost.

“Thanks,” she says dryly as he pecks her. The last of the guards take him away to his room.

Alicent by passes the small goblet in front of her, and goes straight for just the wine jug itself. Criston takes a seat at the table, watching as Alicent downs the wine. She knows when she leaves, she will have to go visit Viserys. Make sure is isn’t slumped over his stupid model, like she found him a couple nights ago.

Or gods willing choked on his own vomit.

“So,” Alicent waits for an explanation.

Criston opens his mouth, then closes it. She can tell he is trying to think of the words to say.

“I do not want you to be upset, your grace.”

Alicent rolls her eyes. He’s always brought would the formalities when he had to tell something bad. She wonders what trouble her children have gotten into now.

“Aemond has a friend.”

She blinks surprised. That was not what she was expecting.

“A friend?”

“Hmm,” he chews on lips. “A friend… that is a young lady.”

“What,” she says it far louder than she intended to. Startling even the kitchen help that come to pick up the plates. She lowers her voice once they are alone again. “What?”

“She is innocent and harmless,” Criston warns. “Well, mostly harmless.”

“Mostly,” Alicent voices gets a bit high.

“They read together. One time I caught them collecting butterflies for Helaena which was nice and -“

“Helaena knew too?”

Criston grimaces. It is a look he has been giving her a lot lately. This look of horrible pity but also cautiousness. Like he is expecting another knife related incident to take place at any moment. Had she reach such lows that Criston of all people was worried about another rage filled outburst?

Alicent slumps in her chair. Even while being painfully attentive, she still manages to never get her children. The kids did always have a knack for sneaking around. From the moment they could stand and walk on both legs, they managed to evade her. On one hand, she could chalk it up to childlike curiosity and recklessness. Something was squeezed out of her at a young age. But the other hand, she could not help think it was a omen for her relationship with her kids. No matter how hard she tries, there will always be parts of them out of her reach. Literally and figuratively.

“I also might have heard them chanting things in a language I did not understand. Then damning a girl named Becca.”

Alicent’s face shifts to mortification.

“But she’s a nice girl. A little strange but no one is forcing Aemond to be around her, so he must enjoy her company,” Criston comforts. “I would not let anything happen to him. Not again.”

Alicent swallows thickly. It was a shared guilt that ran through them. She goes over that night daily, sometimes multiple times a day. How she could’ve stopped it from happening the way it did. She knew how much Aemond wanted a dragon. She should’ve been down there with him. It may the Targaryen blood that gives him the ability to fly that behemoth he loves so much, but he is hers. All of them are hers. The fault of that night was lies at the adults’ feet, including Alicent’s

Her, Viserys, Daemon, Rhaenyra, Laenor.

So overcome with humiliation after Viserys called her Aemma, she retreated to her chambers and stayed there with little care for how it may look. That was till she got a frantic knock from Ser Westerling. Before that horrible knock, Criston watched her cry for a moment before leaving her to her own devices. She could tell he wanted to say something in that moment, but did not risk overstepping a boundary.

A boundary that was frankly overstepped the moment she found him in the Godswood with a blade pointed towards his chest. It was overstepped when she overrode her father’s pleas not to, and had Criston sworn to her.

Alicent, an avid reader in her girlhood, read about the bone rattling allegiance knights have to their queens. She often she fears she got the worst of the bunch. Steeped in honor and attentiveness as he is in violence.

To be fair, she is sure she would be prone to burst of vision blurring anger if she had to protect a family like this one.

At least it was something they could understand on a fundamental level - the utter macabre of a lifetime of servitude.

“Who even is this girl?”

Criston’s lips tilt up in a half smile. “Myrah. Myrah Everlane.”

Alicent tries to rack her brain for any memories of meeting people with the last name Everlane. She bustles around so many people daily, it is hard to keep up at times. It sounds vaguely familiar but not a house that she would keep on her radar.

“Well, maybe he can invite her to dinner one night?”

Alicent tries not feel hurt about Aemond not telling her.

“…. Sure you grace…. maybe,” Criston doesn’t look convinced.

How different can this girl be? She’s what? Ten and three at the most.

But then Alicent thinks about herself at that age. Anxious, unsure, and clinging to the only lifeline she had at the time…. A Targaryen of her own. It pains her to think about how her girlhood feels like a distant memory; how court changes young ladies. Suddenly her reservations for Aemond melt away.

Gods help whoever this Myrah is.

———

In a way, Aemond knew it would not work.

Despite all the books he had read about the magic of Old Valyria, and the how Targaryen blood is special, it would be a bust. He could not feel any less god like waking up each morning, and was no skill of ancestors of bloogmages that came before him here to guide.

But it was admittly wildly entertaining watching Myrah take it as seriously as possible. Right down to outfit she decided to wear. Wrapped in deep red, oversized silks she said she took from her mother. Half her of long hair pulled up with various gold hair accessories. Rogue smeared on her lips.

To be honest, she reminded more of the Braavosi and Lysene dancers that would be brought in for special occasions as the castle. More whimsical with girlish frolic than like a powerful maegi ready to do blood sacrifices. Not even the fire in front of them helping her cause.

Though completely in character, Myrah still insisted he be the one to work with the pig’s blood.

“If I get anything on this, my mother will use me as a blood sacrifice. She got this fabric the last time she was in Dorne,” she sniffed, large book in hand. “I still don’t understand why we had to use a pig and not something smaller like the last time.”

Aemond shifted uncomfortably. “Because I said so.”

“Because I said so,” she mocks under her breath. Sighing, she holds out her hand. Do you have your list?”

Aemond fiddles with his pocket before pulling out writing parchment and handing it to Myrah. Her brows shoot up towards her hairline.

“This is quite the list. You added punishments to the names?”

“Many people deserve to suffer and I want to be thorough,” he shrugs. Myrah nods slowly before reading the list outloud.

“Lucerys Rivers - ,” she stops herself tentively. “There was a rumor I heard that their father was… awfully strong.”

Myrah was a lot of things, Aemond thought. Brash was one of them. But brash in the way he appreciated. Not afraid to say the obvious outloud while keeping what she needed to close to the chest. When he tentively brought up wanting to curse those a little closer to him, Myrah nodded, good natured and understanding. Families are tough, and I’ve never cursed a king. It will prove my power.

“Strong and dead.”

“Lucerys Rivers - nothing but eternal suffering and haunted by the ghost of actual Velaryons till his eventual death... being fed to Vhagar. Jacaerys Rivers - burned alive. Rhaenyra Targaryen -,” she pauses again, holding the paper out. “What is that word.”

Aemond squints, even his own handwriting tricking him. “Umm, sharply.”

“Rhaenyra Targaryen - sharply put to question, eyes plucked out one by one. Viserys Targaryen - guilted, tongue chopped off, then pushed down the stairs.”

The last part made Myrah giggle as she handed the paper back to him.

“Alright, let’s do this,” she flips some pages in the book before straightening her book regally. Letting her large eyed flutter shut she begins speaking in Qohorik. Myrah had picked the Low Valyrian dialect quickly. It makes Aemond wonder how she would fair with High Valyrian. It rolls of her tongue smooth like silk. He had noticed how entrance he was till she opened her eyes expectantly, eyes darting to the blood then to the fire.

“Oh,” he realized it was his turned.

He crumbled his enemies list and threw it into the fire. Followed by blood of the pig. It was an ordeal of itself getting it. Sneaking into the kitchen with one of his Valyrian steel blades. Myrah was of course a terrible lookout. Eyes wandering to the tarts sitting out versus the door. Luckily enough, they were only caught by Criston, who gave them a strange look then a resigned sigh before walking Aemond back to his room then Myrah back to hers.

They sit there in silence watching it all get mangled in the fireplace.

“Well, that was anticlimactic,” Aemond snorts. “Just like the last time.”

Myrah closes the book. “These things take time.”

“Has Becca from back in the Vale been damned to enternal sadness yet,” he challenges.

“No,” she narrows her eyes. Deep pools of amber darkening. “But I expect for my friends to write me any day now about how miserable she is.”

Aemond shrugs, not convinced as his vision was trained on the fire. He used to think something was wrong with him. Guiltily blaming the Hightower in him. That is must’ve done something to the Targaryen blood. But really, he is just unlucky.

He is not God like his ancestors said Targaryens were. He is terribly mortal. A one-eyed mortal. Fake blood magic or not.

“I need to make sure I’m not late for dinner again,” he says abruptly, suddently feeling that familiar pit of sadness in his gut

Myrah frowns a bit. “What’s wrong?”

“Who said anything was wrong?”

“You have that dopey, awful look on your face.”

Aemond looks over at her with the best glare he can muster. Myrah’s face doesn’t change, a serene calmness marrying her face. He hates how everyone looks at him these days. Sympathy or… disgust. It makes him hate leaving his room. But Myrah just looks through him, as if she never notices the bandages that cover have his face.

“I overheard some people speaking about my eye,” he mutters, embarrassed.

Something flashes behind Myrah’s eyes. “Fuck them. Fuck court and fuck King’s Landing too.”

Aemond is a bit taken a back by her choice of words, but he had heard the sentiment before. The luster of the Red Keep worn off quickly with Myrah. Finding the politicking and fakeness nauseating.

“I was so excited to come here, and now I’d take the Vale with all its sheep and mountains and windchill over this place. There’s no Lady Tyrell asking my parents where they are really from or stuffy old people who have nothing better to do than talk about other’s wealth or lack thereof.” She takes a deep breath after her spiel. “Whether you have one eye, or both. Or you’re missing any other limbs, you’re still Aemond Targaryen. Prince of the realm and rider of the largest dragon in the world. If anyone makes fun of you, that says more about them than it ever will about you.”

She pauses for a moment.

“And when in doubt you can just feed them to Vhagar.”

Well… she’s not wrong about that.

Myrah leaves him with the pep talk, and then a squeeze of the hand. He hopes it wasn’t sweaty when she did. He tries not to meet Criston’s gaze as they walk to dinner.

“Did you have fun?”

All Aemond can do is hum nonchalantly. Not trusting his voice, or the uneven way his heart beats.

[goodlucktai]

Can I please request a prompt 11 for Ace and Luffy?

PROMPTS LIST 11. “It takes a very special kind of idiot to pull off what you just did.”

(unfortunately sabo commandeered this from me in a big way)

x

Sabo reads a headline that changes the world as he knows it. He sees his brother’s face for the first time in ten years. The memories start to flood back, slowly at first, and then picking up speed, one after another. 

A junkyard that was their playground, a sprawling jungle that was their home. A treehouse they built that overlooked it all. 

Fishing in a river, cooking crocodile meat on skewers over a campfire, self-sufficient long before he should have been, but he had to be grown-up now. He had someone littler than him that needed looking after. 

Two warm bodies pressed up against his, taking shelter from a sudden storm in the hollow of a tree; how warm he felt there, sharing a threadbare blanket. Warmer than he ever felt in his parent’s mansion. 

A promise, the burn of alcohol. It didn’t taste good, but he barely noticed. He’d never been happier.

The fire. 

The letter.

The ship. 

“The world government has made their move,” someone murmurs. “To announce the execution of Fire Fist Ace… Whitebeard won’t take this sitting down.”

No, he won’t, Sabo thinks. 

The newsprint photo is one of his brother—his brother—in chains. The strong lines of Ace’s body are slumped, the whole of him weary and beaten. Something ignites in the chamber of Sabo’s chest like an honest-to-god flame, something that burns. 

The Ace that he remembers was always proud. Defiant. He stood so tall, even when he had to stand alone. Sabo admired him so much for that. 

And now he’s locked up in a place that might as well be hell, and those bastards in the world government think his life is theirs for the taking. They think they have the right to touch him. 

Whitebeard won’t stand for this. And neither will I, Sabo thinks. 

He looks across the room at Dragon. The man is watching him already, measuring him. He must find something in Sabo’s face that he’s looking for, because he tilts his head in the barest of nods. 

It’s the only permission Sabo needs. It’s all he’s willing to wait for. Responsibility and loyalty and longing and love are cresting inside him, burning inside him, like fire. 

Don’t let me lose him, he prays wildly, to anyone who might be listening. He doesn’t believe in that stuff, but he’s reaching for anything now, he’ll do anything. Don’t take him yet. 

x

Ace’s expression cycles through shock and grief and anger so quickly that Sabo almost can’t keep up. It lands somewhere in the middle of all three. He clutches Luffy to his side as though terrified of losing him, the three of them together again for the first time in this brief, stolen moment in the middle of a battlefield. 

"It takes a very special kind of idiot to pull off what you just did," Ace growls, his voice a wreck from prison and all the screaming he did when Luffy first fell out of thin air into an active warzone. "So there's really only one person you could be. Doesn't explain how you're back from the dead."

“There’s no time,” Sabo chokes out, words almost lost to the sound of cannonfire. “I’m sorry—we have to—”

He glances at Luffy, silently communicating to Ace what their little brother would be entirely outraged to hear either of them say out loud: We have to get him out of here. They can’t get him. 

Even with ten years and a death at sea between them—even though he’s grown, and the angles of his face are no longer familiar, and his left eye is milky white beneath a disfiguring burn scar, and he looks nothing like the little boy Ace once shared sake with—Ace can still read him like a book. 

He nods, jaw tight. His grip on Luffy’s arm would probably hurt by now, if Luffy wasn’t rubber. Luffy is panting, each breath coming in on a wheeze. He’s barely keeping his feet underneath him. 

“Later,” Ace says. 

It’s a threat, but it’s also a promise, and it’s also a wild, far-flung wish.

Let them have later. Let them fight for it. Sabo’s fear and uncertainty burns away, like his heart is made of fire and only love and courage can withstand it. 

He’s going to fight for it. 

[itsohh]

Anniversary

A/N: GN reader.  Not that happy with this one ngl, eitherway bone apple tea.

Summary:  Olivier and you go out to dinner in France and after being notified of an upcoming mission decide to treat the night like it's your anniversary.

Word count: 2351

Warnings: NSFT, Smut

AO3

Smoothing out your suit, you got out of the car. There was the small tap of your heels as your partner made his way over to you. Olivier smiled and offered you his arm, one that you took with grace. "As stunning as you are tonight, we don't have to go out if you don't wish to." He whispered in your ear as the pair of you walked up to the restaurant. There was silence for a few moments before you eventually answered him. 

  "No, no, I want to do this. I'm just-" The lady at the front started to speak. Unlike Olivier, you were unable to understand what she was saying, yet you greeted her when Olivier did and allowed him to take the lead  You heard his surname be mentioned and she gave the pair of you a nod and started to lead you to your table. With a graceful smile, you thanked her with the tiny amount of French you had picked up. "You were saying?" He held out a chair for you and helped push you in before he took his own, your blazer now on the back of your chair. 

  "I just… wished I paid more attention in French class. I hate having to constantly rely on you, it must be annoying." You looked down at the menu and promptly closed it. "I can't read this." You sighed. 

  "Hey, if it's too much I'd be happy to go home. But if it's me you're worried about don't be, I knew prior that you would need help. I really don't mind it, I'm just happy you're here." His hand covered yours on the table. 

  "Alright."

  "Now, I can read you the menu or I could pick something out."

  "Ah just pick something out, I trust you know my tastes by now."

  "Anything in particular that you're in the mood for?" He scanned the menu.

  "Hmm soup?" His eyes looked up from the menu to you.

  "Have very… safe." He teased with a smile. 

  "I'm just in the mood for soup."

  "Nothing got to do with the fact your face paled when you saw that waiter that passed us earlier?" A fake gasp left your mouth  

  "I would have you know I'm always up to trying new things how dare you to think that my desire for soup is anything but that." He rolled his eyes in response and smiled with you  

  "Hot or cold?"

  "Hot." 

  "Hmmm, I'll get you a bisque." He mumbled. The waitress came and Olivier ordered for the pair of you. 

  A text had Olivier look down at his phone soon after the waitress left. His eyebrows narrowed and a sigh left his face, but not in annoyance or frustration. One of exhaustion.

  "What is it?"

  "I'm needed for a mission, I have a flight back tomorrow morning.  I had hoped we would get our anniversary off but duty calls."

  "Let's go home after this then, next time we get leave we can continue where we left off. I've enjoyed my time with you here let's just pretend tomorrow is today yeah? Besides we did plenty in the last couple of days. We went to the museum and I met your parents."

  "You did well meeting them. I know the tension was high."

  "I'm just glad they spoke English."

  "On the odd occasion, they will. More people speak it than you think, they just refuse to use it. Especially if people think you're a tourist." 

  "I still don't think they like me."

  "They don't dislike you if it makes you feel better. It's my fault really." He looked away as he continued to speak. "My relationship with my parents is better than it was but I think me introducing you really reminded them of when I was younger." 

  "Olivier…" Any words were cut off by the waitress who placed the two meals in front of you. The light orange soup had been placed in front of you while a meat dish had been placed in front of Olivier. 

  "Here's to our anniversary." He lift his glass of water to yours. 

  "Here's to us."

   The pair of you had enjoyed the dinner and started to walk back to his car. Your blazer rest on your shoulders while your pace was at a leisurely stroll. "So what are your plans while I return to base tomorrow?"

  "Probably catch a flight home. Go see my niece. Shes-" Any words on your lips were cut off but the yank of your arm and the cold metal against your throat. Olivier froze and stared, his eyes assessing the situation. 

  "Money now." Barked an order.

  "We're getting mugged?" You whispered in astonishment and the blade was placed a little harder against your throat. "Just do what he wants and let him go home." You whispered and received a nod from your lover  Immediately Olivier brought put his hands up and started to speak calmly in French to the man. He brought out his wallet and pulled out any notes he had. 

  The man behind you slipped away from your throat and punched Olivier which had him double over. His focus now on Olivier's wallet. In your free state, you quickly grabbed the man's hand and twist his back in one smooth movement. With a hard shove, you pressed him against the brick wall next to him and lifted his arm higher until he suddenly dropped the blade. You could hear Olivier start to groan and you glanced at him in the corner of your eye. "There was no need to hit him." You hissed in his ear. "Now, get the fuck out of here your lucky I just want to go home." Carefully you let go of the man and he bolted away from the pair of you

  "Olivier are you alright?" You quickly went over to his side. 

  "I've had worse, don't worry about me." He gave you a smile as he recovered. Your fingers brushed over his brow where he flinched at your touch. 

  "This is going to bruise." He caught your wrist with his hand which slipped into your hand. He rubbed your hand with his thumb. 

  "I'm fine, that was barely anything, so long as you are uninjured."

  "Yeah, Olivier I'm good."

       With his keys placed to the side the pair of you shuffled into the house but barely after taking your shoes off Olivier had grabbed you and pressed you against the wall. "You know, I have to admit you really got my blood pumping." He whispered in your ear as his teeth gave you a light bite on the crook of your neck. Your back was against the wall while his hands slowly started to run under your shirt. 

  "Olivier." The whisper was barely heard from your mouth. "I don't know how but I'm not complaining." His hand ran across your stomach before his hand fell back down. 

  "Dealing with that man earlier was incredible hot of you." His fingers found the buttons on your shirt and slowly started to undo them. One by one. 

  "You were doubled over in pain. I'm surprised you could see that." Your humoured voice dragged out into a slight moan when his mouth started to suck on your neck. 

  "I can assure you I did." He pressed his pelvis into you for enthesis, his hard length very obvious against you. 

  "And how come you're not normally like this when we are at work then? I take down people all the time." He pushed off your shirt and took a step back to remove his own, far more hastily than he did your own. 

  "As stunning as you are when lives are at risk my mind is not how strong and smart you are. I'm thinking of what I should be doing."

  His shirt was dropped to the ground and he started to work on your pants. "Ah, so I can't get you distracted and eliminate you?" 

  "We're both attackers."

  "I could defend." He laughed at your defensive tone. You felt your underwater leave your body and he started to remove his own pants. "Yes, you could. You may struggle against us attacks though." 

  "Ha, maybe it will be nice to be on the side of Tina's interrogations for once." You dragged out the 'o' as Olivier pressed his now naked body against yours. His hand had free roam of your body. They ran up your sides, feeling the shape of your body before they moved up and settled on the side of your face. "Thank you for everything. Words can not describe how fortunate I feel to be with you." His eyes shut and he rest his forehead against yours in the change of mood. "But please tell me if I do something you don't like. I know the culture shock can be overwhelming so if we ever come here again don't feel you have to do anything. Especially for me." You placed a finger under his chin and lift it so his eyes made contact with yours. 

  You keep your hand on his face and placed your palm against his cheek. "When we come back, I promise not to do anything I don't want to. And Olivier I will do things for you if you like it or not." Your face closed in on him and you slowly pushed your lips against his. The kiss was slow and sensual but when you caught his lower lips beneath your lips something inside of him snapped. 

  His lips ripped from yours and started to press kisses on the side of your face. His hips rolled against your own. "Olivier." You breathed out and put a hand against his bare chest. Then he was suddenly gone. In your lust-dazed state, a confused sound left your lips. His hand suddenly grabbed yours and he pulled you to the couch nearby. Just as you were just in front of it he gave your shoulders a light shove which had you fall onto it. The couch silent took your weight. Yet Olivier didn't join you, he disappeared leaving you to slowly recover from your dazed state. 

  Just as you were to say his name he reappeared. The bright pink bottle of lube was in his hand. He nealed down on the couch next to you and his hand lifted your leg up by the calf. With you exposed his wet fingers found your hole where he generously applied the lubrication. His eyes met yours for a second before your body relaxed and slipped two of his fingers into you. Ever so slowly he pushed the two fingers inside. He had obviously warmed it prior due to his fingers not giving you a chill. 

  He stayed still for a moment before he slowly pulled his fingers almost completely out and then pushed them in. The liquid squish filled the air and went they were base deep he started to scissor his fingers inside. With you now properly lubricated he retreated his fingers from you. With one leg hoisted up, he placed himself at your entrance. "Happy anniversary Olivier." You smiled up at him. 

  "Happy anniversary darling." His words left his lips just as he pressed himself inside. The pair of you let out groans of relief as he finally entered. Inch by inch he continued to press himself in until his hips finally met yours. "Every day with you is a blessing I will never take for granted." He leaned over and pressed a kiss against your forehead. 

  "How romantic." You smiled up at him looking down to his cock that was buried inside of you and then his eyes. "Now are you going to move or am I going to have to-" He cut you off by the quick movement of his hips leaving yours and then slamming back into you. Your voice was lost and a smug grin settled on his face.

  "What was that dear?" He smirked and when you opened your mouth again he repeated the action, a curse leaving your lips in response. This time he continued making slow but hard thrusts into you. "I could have sworn you were saying something." His voice was punctured and each word was in between a thrust. 

  "You can be such an ass sometimes." You breathed out and a laugh left his lips. 

  "Mmm, I did try to be nice." 

  "Shuddup you arrogant bastard and fuck me." Your slightly slurred words had him smiling as he knew there wasn't anything but affection in them.  He gripped onto your thigh and his pace sped up, a constant slamming that would no doubt be felt in the morning. The wet sound of your fucking filled the air and his scent overwhelmed your scenes. His blond hair was out of place and only got worse when he ran a hand through it. and only got worse when he ran a hand through it. Olivier continued until you breathed out his name, your walls starting to quiver around him. “Not yet.” He continued, his thrusts started to get sloppy, and out of time. “I want to….” He heavily panted. “With you.” A whine let your lips in protest. “Just a little more daring, just hold out for me.” His eyes screwed shut for a minute until his eyes snapped to yours. “Let go, cum with me.” His voice was barely heard as he buried himself deep inside of you, his cock pumping his seed inside of you while your wall clenched down on him. A long curse left your mouth and you found purchase on the side of the couch. 

  White had covered your senses at timed seemed to move in limbo as your entire body fell into oblivion. A haze had covered your senses and only when it died down were you returned back to yourself. Olivier had pulled you up into his lap while he sat on the sofa, your head resting on the crook of his neck. A movement that you hadn’t even realised had taken place. “Happy anniversary Olivier.”

  “Happy anniversary darling.”

[dbfacets]

Facets: Chapter Eleven

Summary: While exploring another planet, Etro, Calabris, and Turnis run into some old and familiar faces.  However, not all of them are friendly...

Author Notes: GUESS WHOS BACK...BACK AGAIN....read to find out lol!

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Shot begins on Planet Namek.  NOBITU is being summoned.  NAV can be seen standing with CHLEA with a gun to their head.  He’s forcing them to make a wish.  NOBITU’s eyes glow red, and suddenly RHU is brought back to life in a flash of light.  She looks dazed at first, but she soon looks at her hands and squeezes them shut when she realizes that she’s alive.  She then looks at NAV.

RHU …  Is my empire still standing?

NAV shakes his head.  RHU growls before walking past him.

RHU Whatever.  It doesn’t matter…  I have something else on my mind, anyway.

Cut to a jungle planet elsewhere.  TURNIS, CALABRIS, and ETRO are all sitting around a fire while ETRO prepares a meal.  He hands out the...meat kebabs, I guess.

ETRO Careful, it’s hot.

TURNIS Thanks.

ETRO sits down, and they start eating.  Suddenly, CALABRIS looks to the side when he senses movement from the bushes.  TURNIS senses it soon as well, and they both stand up.

CALABRIS Looks like dinner will have to wait…  We’ve got company.

The two are on-guard, now.  Shot shows PATOTO’s boot stepping out of the brush, and then it shows PATOTO in full view.  KINPA peeks out from behind him.  Both are wearing new outfits, moreso KINPA than PATOTO.  TURNIS and CALABRIS calm down.

CALABRIS Well, whaddya know?  Look who it is.

PATOTO Didn’t expect to see you two out here…

CALABRIS Likewise.  We’re on vacation.  What’s your excuse?

KINPA We’ve been planet hopping for a while.  We just happened to be here exploring when we found you.

ETRO stands up, and KINPA seems a little put off by him.  PATOTO crosses his arms.

PATOTO Who’s the big guy?

TURNIS This is Etro.  He’s a friend of ours.

PATOTO Really?  Both of yours?  Huh.  I didn’t think Calabris here was capable of making friends.

CALABRIS looks exasperated.

CALABRIS Why does everyone keep saying I can’t make friends?

TURNIS smirks a little.  Shot changes to show all of them sitting together having a meal.

KINPA This is very good…  Where did you learn to cook like this?

ETRO It’s just something I picked up on my own.  I’ve always loved to cook.  I’m actually a chef on a planet not too far off from here.

PATOTO I’m assuming that’s where you guys live now?  What happened to Sadala?

CALABRIS We decided it sucked and ditched it.  We found a new planet to crash on.

PATOTO Sounds like Sadala really has gone down the drain since we left.

CALABRIS No kidding.

As if to interrupt them, a ship flies overhead and lands in a nearby clearing.

KINPA …  I don’t feel good about that ship for some reason.

PATOTO Me, neither.  Let’s check it out.

Shot changes to show them all walking out to see what’s up.  The ship’s door opens, and out steps RHU with NAV behind her.  PATOTO and KINPA look surprised.

KINPA Her again?

CALABRIS What?  You know her?

PATOTO She gave us some trouble a few years ago.  She’s supposed to be dead.

ETRO Maybe she was brought back to life like I was?

RHU steps off the ship and stands on the ground, looking very serious.

RHU …  You.

PATOTO huffs.

PATOTO Back for more, huh?  I take it you’re still pissy about being beaten back then?

RHU sneers.

RHU I guess you could say that.  But, I’m here to right that wrong today.

PATOTO Oh?  I hope you’re bringing more to the table than you did last time, then.  Otherwise this isn’t gonna end up well for you.

RHU Oh, you just wait and see.

She then proceeds to power up all the way to Super Saiyan 4, the top half of her bodysuit ripping off.

RHU I’ve learned your stupid little transformation, and I’ve made it better!  I’ve gotten much stronger than you were when you defeated me.  Now it’s over!

KINPA seems a little nervous, and he looks at PATOTO, who is just smirking.

PATOTO Is that it?

RHU What?

PATOTO You honestly don’t think that after all these years, that is the most powerful transformation I have, do you?

Without letting her answer, he powers up to Super Saiyan Blue.  She looks very unhappy about this.

PATOTO This is Super Saiyan Blue.  It’s what happens when a saiyan achieves the power of a god, and then goes beyond that. RHU is fuming.

RHU Whatever, whatever, whatever!!!  I don’t care what color you are now!!  I’m going to beat you to a pulp!!

She launches at him with a battle cry, and they start fighting.  PATOTO easily dodges her wild attacks, and eventually he starts laying into her with his fists.  She tries to fire a big energy blast at him, but he cancels it out with his own blast.  This pisses her off again, and she darts forward to try and attack, but he counters and knocks the wind out of her with a knee to the gut.  She collapses to her knees in front of him, and he stands triumphantly over her.

PATOTO You see?  You can’t win, even after all that effort.  It’s pointless.  You lose again.

RHU clenches her fists.

RHU No…  This can’t be happening…!  I can’t lose to you…! Not again!  I won’t lose to you again!!

She suddenly yells, and she seems to start to be gaining more and more power.  The ground starts cracking around her, and pebbles start floating.  You know, like in Dragon Ball Z.  Everyone looks worried all of a sudden.  PATOTO steps back cautiously.  Eventually, RHU’s energy turns dark (basically like Cumber’s) and she opens her eyes to reveal that they’ve turned white.  Two clawed hands made of energy emerge from the aura surrounding her.

TURNIS Her energy…  It feels much darker than before.

KINPA Patoto, be careful!

TURNIS turns to ETRO.

TURNIS ETRO, go back to the ship where it’s safe.

ETRO O-okay!

ETRO runs back into the trees and brush.  RHU starts her attack, sending out one of the claws to swipe at PATOTO.  When he dodges, she snarls, and balls of dark energy start shooting out around her.  TURNIS pulls up a shield to protect himself, CALABRIS, and KINPA.  PATOTO does his best to dodge them.  Unfortunately, NAV and the ship get taken out in this attack.  F.

PATOTO What the hell happened?

KINPA She seems to have gained a lot of power from somewhere!

PATOTO Obviously!

PATOTO tries shooting her with energy balls, but her claws knock them away easily.  She then launches up into the sky at him, grabbing him with the claws before he can escape.  She starts to crush him, and KINPA sees he’s in trouble.

KINPA He needs help!

KINPA powers up to SSJ4 and flies in.  He fires a big blast at her to distract her, and she turns around to face him.  She then tosses PATOTO at him, and they slam into each other, crashing to the ground.  PATOTO groans and rolls off of KINPA.

PATOTO You okay?

KINPA I’m fine--Look out!

PATOTO turns just in time to see RHU holding a huge ball of dark energy above her head.  They get up from the ground and charge up their own energy attacks before she throws the ball, and then they fire back at it.  The two energies collide, and they struggle for a moment.  Eventually, though, RHU’s attack breaks up, causing an explosion.

KINPA We broke it!

Suddenly, though, RHU bursts through the smoke and collides with the two of them, dragging them through the ground.  She flips over and lands on her feet a ways off from them, leaving them in the dirt.  They look pretty beaten.  TURNIS turns to CALABRIS.

TURNIS Cal, we need to help them.

CALABRIS Should we fuse like last time?

TURNIS There’s no time.  Let’s just power up and head in.

CALABRIS Right.

The two of them go SSJ4 as well before blasting off to help.  RHU sees them coming, but they use a team energy attack before she can react.  The smoke clears to reveal her still standing there, and now she’s even more pissed.  She sends out her claws to attack them, and they both dodge, but she then uses the claws to pick up huge chunks of rock from the ground and toss them at them.  CALABRIS dodges just barely, but TURNIS gets nailed because he wasn’t expecting it.  He gets knocked to the ground, a bit battered.

CALABRIS Turnis!!

CALABRIS growls and goes in for hand-to-hand combat.  He and RHU fight that way for a minute before RHU grabs him by the throat and slams him into the ground, choking him.  He quickly blasts her away with an energy ball, but she recovers and lands a few yards from him.  CALABRIS stands up, and soon the other three are joining him.

PATOTO Looks like we’ve gotta team up again.

CALABRIS Looks like it.

RHU growls at them, and they have a staredown for a moment.  Then, they all launch at each other.  All four attack her together, but with her claws and own body, she fends them off pretty well.  When they surround her, she curls up before releasing a huge AOE attack like Zamasu does in Xenoverse 2 so you know it’s bullshit powerful.  They all get knocked away and land on the ground, beaten pretty badly.  PATOTO tries to get up, but RHU is on him quickly, picking him up by his hair and causing him to cry out.  She grins wickedly and reels back a hand with one final energy ball, ready to end it.

RHU Looks like it’s curtain call for you.

PATOTO looks actually frightened for a moment.  However, suddenly, IVE and POLI teleport onto the scene.  Everyone looks at them.  IVE is smiling warmly, as well as POLI.  However, he soon notices what’s going on.

IVE Oh…  Have I come at a bad time?

RHU Who the hell are you supposed to be?

PATOTO Ive…?

IVE It’s nice to see you again, everyone.  Though...it looks like I’ve walked in on something.

RHU growls.

RHU You’re with them, huh?  Figures.  Give me a sec to take care of this trash and his orange friend, and then I’ll come take care of you.

IVE I can’t allow you to do that.

RHU Tch!  Who are you to stop me?  I’m stronger than the gods now!

IVE Hmm…  I don’t think so.

RHU Whatever.  I’ll just have to show ya what happens when ya interrupt.

She drops PATOTO and then bolts towards IVE, reeling back her fist.  He easily dodges and she misses, blinking.  She then swipes her energy claws around, and he flips over them as well.  She gets pissed again and comes at him with another punch and he just grabs her fist and holds her there.

RHU Who the hell even are you?!

IVE I’m the God of Destruction for your universe.

RHU You?  Yeah, right!  As if someone like you could be a god!  All you’ve done is dodge like a coward!

IVE You want to see my power, then?  Okay…

He suddenly appears behind her, and he gives her a little flick.  She goes flying away and crashes into a mountain.  After a moment, she climbs out of the crater she made, snarling before launching back at him again.  Before she can reach him, he holds out a hand and stops her movements, causing her to lock up and fall to the ground.  He holds her there.

IVE You may be stronger than a saiyan with god power, but you’re not stronger than a god themself.  You still have a long way to go before you get there.

RHU tries to get free, growling.

IVE From what I gather, you have beef with those two over there, right?  What for?

RHU They killed me and ruined my whole empire!  I was gonna rule over the whole galaxy!!

IVE frowns a little.

IVE It sounds like they were stopping you from doing something bad, then…

RHU So what?  I did what I had to to gain the power I needed!  Power is everything, and I woulda gotten everything I wanted if those two idiots hadn’ta stepped in and taken it from me!!

IVE You do have a lot of power, but it isn’t everything.  It won’t get you what you need.

RHU Oh my god, shut up.  I did not come back to life just to be preached to about good and evil by some skinny dude in a costume.

IVE Did all that power get you friends?  Love?  Or did it only get you subordinates and fear?

RHU Shut UP!!!

She tries to get up again, but she can’t.

IVE There’s a reason you’re so against those things, isn’t there?

RHU I’ll kill you if you keep talking.

IVE Something happened that made you stop trusting them, right?

RHU snarls and thrashes around while the others watch with interest.  Eventually she calms down to try and regain her stamina.

RHU …  It doesn’t matter.  What matters is that I learned I didn’t need those things to be satisfied.  All I needed was strength and power; those are the only two things I can depend on!

IVE I’m sorry for whatever you went through that made you feel that way.  You must have not had a good friend and you got hurt, right?

RHU doesn’t respond this time.  IVE thinks.

IVE Maybe you just need someone to show you what it’s like to have a good friend.

He finally holds out his hand.

IVE Okay then.  I’ll be your friend.

RHU looks up at him incredulously.

RHU …  For real?  You’re offerin’ to be my friend, even after seein’ what I did to those guys and what I tried to do to you, too?  You honestly wanna be friends with someone like me?

IVE smiles a little.

IVE I’ve met people like you before that were able to change for the better.  I think if they can, you can, too.

RHU …  Yer gonna make me throw up.

IVE keeps holding his hand out, and RHU just stares at it.  Eventually, though, she gives in with a sigh.  Her evil aura dies down, and she also powers down to base form before taking his hand.  He helps her up.  In the background, the others are helping each other up as well.  RHU looks disgruntled.

RHU …  God of Destruction, huh?  Yer bad at destroyin’ things.

IVE laughs a little.

IVE I’m new.

He turns to the others.

IVE Are you all okay?

CALABRIS I guess.  But, what are you gonna do about her?

IVE thinks before turning back to RHU.

IVE You’re from Sadala, right?  I can take you back there since your ship is totaled.

RHU scoffs.

RHU Yeah, that’s probably not a good idea, seein’ how I left it last time.

IVE Then I can take you to another planet you’ll be happy on.  It’s no problem.

RHU Really?  You literally just offered to be my...friend...and then yer gonna just drop me off on some random planet?

IVE Well, I do still have a job to do.  But I do plan on visiting you!  Plus, I can give you something that’ll let you contact me whenever you want, even just to talk.  POLI, can you give me the transceiver?

POLI hands him that little round button thing Whis gave to Bulma.  He hands it to her.

IVE You can press this button and it’ll patch you through to Poli.  Then she can tell me you’re calling.

RHU looks at it with a frown, but doesn’t say anything.  PATOTO walks up to them with his arms crossed.

PATOTO Well, I didn’t expect this to happen.

RHU Shut up.  I’m still pissed at you for killin’ me.

PATOTO   I mean, hey, I killed that greasy guy over there too and now look at us.  We’re allies...sort of.  I wouldn’t mind having you around to spar with now and then, you know.

RHU Just because this guy offered to be my friend doesn’t mean you can come over here an’ get the same thing.

PATOTO holds up his hands.

PATOTO I never said anything about being friends.  I was thinking more along the lines of rivals.

RHU squints, then scoffs and looks away.

RHU …  Whatever.  As if you’d ever be able to rival me at your level.

PATOTO smirks.

PATOTO I’ll take that as a challenge.

IVE places his hand on POLI’s back and holds out his other hand for RHU. She looks at it for a moment before taking it.  She then looks at PATOTO for a sec before scoffing and turning away, and the three of them teleport off somewhere.  TURNIS, CALABRIS, and KINPA walk up to PATOTO.

CALABRIS Well, that was...a lot.

KINPA I agree…  I was shocked to see Ive in Moja’s place.  I suppose he was serious about making him into the next God of Destruction.

ETRO calls out from off-screen.

ETRO (off-screen) Hey!

Shot shows ETRO peeking out from the bushes.

ETRO Is it over…?

CALABRIS Yeah!  We’re good.

He turns to PATOTO and KINPA.

CALABRIS You guys wanna hang with us for a little while and eat some more?  I wanna hear what you two have been up to all this time.

PATOTO Sounds fine to me.

CALABRIS smirks a little.  The shot zooms out to show them all walking towards ETRO.

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Sixth Door to the Left Episode 2: The Mountain Troll's Awakening

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Hello There! My Name is Pelle Frid, The only person working on Sixth Door to the Left and creator of Divine Rodentia Studios. Before today’s episode, I’ve got a great show to share with you all. From Tlacuache Theatre comes The Devil’s Plaything, a horror comedy about a guy named Greg, who through no fault of his own dies and is given a second chance at life by a demon in exchange for killing people. It is funny, anticapitalist and has demons in it, what’s not to love? I’m dying to hear more, and I think you might as well. You can listen to The Devil's Plaything on all the major Podcast apps, and subscribe to ensure you never miss an episode. We’re gonna play the trailer for it right now. Enjoy!

MUSIC

Gary Carrie: So uh what’s your name my man.

Greg: oh um Greg

Drathralas: You should really consider taking better care of yourself, even my last host was not such a disgusting oaf of flesh.

Greg: What is going on? How did I get from the floor to the toilet?

Drathralas: In exchange for your continued control of this fleshy bag you will bring to me more meat.

Greg: Dead? I I I can’t do that

Drathrals: Surely you must be joking, is that not what humans are known for? I did accounting for the somme, murder is the modus operandi of all humans. You are dead. You have died because of autoerotic asphyxiation. Your next choices are quite simple. 

SINK RUNNING

Greg: Hey do you know what time it is?

Random Dude: Go look at a clock dude. 

BATHROOM MURDER.

Greg: I thought we had a deal Drathralas! 

Dave: You insolent fool I am not Drathralas! 

Samantha: Hello! Welcome to the TV station’s booth. Did you want to volunteer? You get a pin if you sign up.

Tommy: WHat the fuck greg! I’m not interested!

Greg: It's not me! I I I can’t stop it!

Narrator: The Devil’s Plaything is a new horror comedy by Tlacuache Theater Productions. Listen to it wherever you get podcasts. 

Now, without further ado, Episode 2 of the Sixth Door to the Left, The Mountain Troll’s Awakening.

explosion dripping water faint construction

[Troll]: Mmmmmaaughhhh!

(Cave Echo) The Drummer is here, bat squeaks seeking to blast me for my cursed deeds!

No, not the drummer, people-folk in their iron steeds.

Such is their way, taking my mountain away.

Hmmm.

Long is the time I spent in these halls, So very many nightfalls.

My treasure is immense, So much so I must always be on the defense.

Hmmm.

I hear them now, breaking my home, Evermore limiting the space I can roam.

Oh, how I wish to break the carapace, truck backing up

Force them to forever leave this place. I would tear and break asunder,

A proper and terrifying manhunter. But as it stands I cannot do that,

My every move would make me fall flat. For it is of iron these mounts are made,

And should I approach my power will quickly fade. Bind me to the wielder’s will unbreakable,

Render me magically incapable.

Hmmmm.

[In the hall of the mountain king by Edvard Grieg plays softly, growing in intensity over time]

Once, a bride to the mountain I took, Only for a priest to read from the book.

Such terror such pain. I wish not to suffer again.

Were it I only settled elsewhere,

I may have not been so ensnared. Hmmmm.

For the  hated iron is all surrounding, Demanding, perhaps, my announcing.

Hmmmm.

coughs

(Echo Stops) Haaaaa! Teleportation spell, electricity, construction work stops

(Outside) Brids singing[Construction worker]: What?

[Troll, changed his voice]:Take heed, people-folk, and hear what I have to say,

I live in this mountain and wish to stay. Say, then, please tell, how may one

stop this disquietude? The noise, the rumble. The

clamor of a great magnitude. If it’s riches you seek,

I could fill your bags within the week. All I as is that for this churn,

You leave, to never return. Leave this mountain, tear down your fences,

I beg of you, come to your senses. For should you continue destroying my residence,

You will not be pleased when you learn of my vengeance.

Hmmmm. Your power over this world dwindles,

The protection brittles. The book, the detested bells of old,

Helped you grow and expand, like mold. Rewarded your cooperation would be,

And just as terrible my anger, if set free.

[In the hall of the Mountain King crescendos and end] (Birds fade away)

CREDITS

The Mountain Troll’s Awakening was written and sound designed by Pelle Frid

The Troll was played by W. Keith Tims and Brady Flanagan

The Sixth door to the Left Cover was created by Yendysear.

The Divine Rodentia Studios Logo was created by Zacharias Frid,

The music was Music was In the Hall of the Mountain King, by Edvard Grieg,

performed by the Czech National Symphony Orchestra

Sound effects was taken from various sources.

Special thanks to H. M. Radcliff for her invaluable help getting me off

the ground with the sound design, as this was the first piece I made from scratch.

This project is a labor of love and is created on my free time. If you would

consider a one-time donation to my ko-fi that would be greatly appreciated and goes towards

developing the show and future projects. You can do so at ko-fi.com/divinerodentiastudios, all one word.

Links to everyone that’s helped create this project can be found on our Tumblr, link in the show notes.

And, for all things Divine Rodentia  Studios you can find our linktree in the show notes as well

[AUDIO LOGO] This has been a production By Divine Rodentia Studios