#dementus x oc

[seeds-and-sins]

Broken Shells

Pairing: Dementus x Original Female Character (Immortan's Daughter)

Rating: E (SMUT, very dirty and steamy)

Description: Dementus becomes desperately infatuated with Immortan Joe's only daughter.

"Mmm." Her head was throbbing, eyes crusted together with dried up sand. Her chest rose and fell, nostrils flaring as her steady breathing grew heavier with each inhale. Her blue eyes fluttered open, blurry vision taking in the foreign objects around her. Her body thrummed alive, fingers twitching, she brought her hand to her forehead with a groan.

"There she is. I told you I didn't hit her that hard." She snapped her head in the direction of the voice, too fast, a dizziness overwhelmed her and she had to close her eyes again.

"Maybe we should have tied her up, ya'know? She seems kind of deadly."

"Deadly? She's the daughter of the Immortan. 'Course she's deadly." Persephone shook her head, then in a burst of strength sat upright. Her leathers squeaked against the fabric of the couch beneath her, the heels of her boots thudding against the concrete floor as she swung her legs over the edge.

"Oh boy! We shouldn't had done this."

"Will you shut it?! Go outside. Give us some privacy." Rapid boot falls dissipated into nothing, followed by the slamming of a door Persephone groaned again, cupping her forehead. There was a pain between her eyes and if she concentrated hard enough she could feel the exact spot where an object had been thrown down onto the back of her skull.

"Jesus, fuck. What did'ya do to me?"

"Oh come on, don't be so sour. You wouldn't have come with us if I had asked ya'." Her eyes opened again, she slouched. She figured it must had been him: Dementus, the man that her father now despised with all his being. Persephone crossed her arms, pursing her lips.

"You're really an idiot." She huffed, eyelids fluttering as her vision faded in and out, her head dropped slightly to the side.

"Who? Me? How so?" Dementus raised a brow at her, completely oblivious to the mess he had just made for himself.

"You get the best deal possible with my father. But as you're leaving, you kidnap me." Persephone crossed her arms, then her legs at the ankle. This wasn't the first time she had been kidnapped and she was certain it wouldn't be the last. Although more often than not, she always fought her way out of these situations. Her father never really had to actually come and rescue her. She supposed it would be the same song and dance all over again.

"It's not a kidnapping if I bring ya' back." He snorted, pointing a finger at nothing in particular and then winking at her.

"No. It's still a kidnapping. You took me without consent, dumbass."

"You're an awfully smart gal." He stood up, stretching his arms toward the ceiling. "Can I interest ya' in a drink o'something? I don't know where anything is at the moment," He giggled as if he was telling a joke, "but I'm sure I can figure it out." A voice at the back of Persephone's mind told her that yes, she did know where they were and she knew exactly where everything was, giving her the distinct advantage. She was surprised that Dementus hadn't ransacked the Gas town tower after capturing its now deceased former resident, but then again he wasn't the smartest bulb in the bunch, now was he?

"Look," Without hesitation, Dementus began aggressively searching every cabinet, cupboard, container he could get his hands on. "I don't think you've realized what you've done." Persephone hid a flinch when he tossed a metal container over his shoulder, in her direction. "Once my father sees that I am missing, he is going to come after you."

"I'm counting on it." He raised a bottle of brown liquid. "Here we go! Hope it's not engine oil." He chuckled again, stumbling back to Persephone, her neck craned away from him when he came too close. "And when he shows up, I'll just pop ya' back out at the front gates." He uncorked the bottle, then tested a sniff with a scrunched up face, humming his approval. "Whiskey! Didn't even know they had that anymore. Won't last long I bet. Want some?"

"What do you want?" His arm dropped and he fell into the couch across from her with a hard thud, arms dangling between his legs.

"Well." He paused, licking his lips, then lounging back and crossing his legs. He held the bottle of whiskey in the pit of his palm, held eye contact with her as he downed a swig. "There is no easy way for me to say this." Persephone's silver brow raised, she blinked her eyes at him, clearly not impressed. "I thought that maybe..." He waved his hand. "We had a connection." Persephone ducked her head into her hand, exhaling a disgruntled sigh. Dementus stayed still, eyes shifted around anxiously. "I'm just saying, you're beautiful and I'm stunning, why wouldn't we be attracted to each other."

"Stunning isn't quite the word I would use to describe you." Dementus winced at that, his free hand running over his beard.

"Now that's not a very nice thing to say."

"I'm not a nice person."

"And that is why I love you." He took another swig of the whiskey, then extended it to her once more. "Come now. Don't you want to have a little fun? Let loose?" Persephone eyed the bottle with a reluctant glare. "You seemed all locked away up there." Was it that obvious that her life was miserable? Every day she woke up to the same monotonous routine. Even her eldest brother, Scabrous, was growing antsy over it.

Before Dementus came, roaring in with a Biker Horde at his tail, things had been quiet for years. And all their father cared about was siring a full-life heir. Persephone had long ago given up the notion of impressing her father. From the time she could walk, she was being trained in the ways of the wasteland, in all manner of fighting styles, in all manner of weapons and mechanical skills. By the time she was a teenager, she had conquered entire regions, coming back with the severed heads of her father's foes. Not once did he break his stoic expression, not once to admire her or tell her that she was awaited.

Persephone was resentful over the fact that if she was a male, maybe her father would care for her differently. She had done everything right, would do everything right. She was clearly smart and tactical and strong and fierce, but because she was female none of that mattered. It didn't matter that she was a full-life, free of complication. It didn't matter that she would make a better leader than any of her brothers. When she entered his chamber, he didn't even so much as glance at her anymore. She knew that her very presence was a nuisance to him.

She needed something to distract herself from this imprisoned lifestyle. War was the only thing that soothed her thoughts. To be in a battlefield, to taste and smell the gasoline in the air, to feel the wind in her face and fire at her back. So when Dementus arrived, of course, her brothers and her were quick to jump to the plate. But the Immortan was ever so resourceful, he made no move that wasn't necessary and that didn't benefit him. A war was not in his best interests at the moment.

"Or did I guess wrong? Because if I did-"

"My father isn't going to trade anything with you for my life. I'm just not that important." Persephone stated in a monotone voice, attempting to hide the hurt that came from making such a statement. But it was the truth. Even as a little girl, when she ran to her father and hugged his leg, he did nothing more than pat her on the top of her head.

"Family Issues?" Dementus nodded, "Yeah, I understand that. Although mine is sort of a found family thing-"

"So you brought me here to fuck?" She hissed, growing tired of this round about way of conversation. Dementus seemed not quite all there. And she didn't blame him for it, he was out in the wastelands for who knew how long. She just found it annoying when people didn't act the way she wanted them to, a product of being her father's daughter. Dementus' eyes widened, he wasn't expecting her to be so forward. He was trying hard to beat around the bush on this.

"Yeah. I did." Persephone rolled her eyes, staring off for a moment in thought. She hadn't had a good lay in a while. Last time was about six years ago, with one of the Imperators, and she was just trying to get her father's attention at the time. She eventually did, but not in the way she wanted. The Immortan only warned her not to get pregnant, it would have been an embarrassment for him.

"Very well. Drop your pants." Dementus sputtered to find words in his shock. Persephone stood up and began undoing the many latches on her black cargo pants.

"Wait! What?! What's going on?"

"If you want to fuck me, take your goddamned pants off." She stepped closer, snatching the bottle of whiskey from his hand and bringing it to her lips for a sip. She sloshed the burning liquid in her mouth before taking a huge gulp, then placed it on the nearby end table.

"Yes, ma'am!" He hurriedly unbuckled his pants, having to remove various chains before finally loosening them enough to shimmy the clothing down his legs. An amused grin cracked Persephone's stoic exterior. She kicked her boots off to easily kick her pants away. Her lower half bare to him completely. "Don't you think it would be better if we had nothing on altogether?" He matched her grin, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Stop talking..." Her hand cupped his cheek as she stood over him. "Or I'll change my mind." Her eyes followed the plains of hard muscle that were his chest, a bed of thin chest hairs traveling down his taut stomach. At the end of the trail, his semi-hard cock was rested against him. "When was the last time you did something like this I wonder?" She teased, climbing onto his lap, Dementus' body wracked with a shiver that made him groan. His hands lifted to her hips and she swiftly slapped them away.

"Hey-" He protested, his lips closed with a pop when her finger pressed to them. She smirked, that same finger caressing down the length of his beard. "Not long at all." Her fingers wrapped around his beard and tugged, he growled.

"Not what you're supposed to say."

"What am I supposed to say then?"

"Oh," Her voice took a deeper tone to mock his own. "It's been so long, Persephone. I crave you." He flashed his yellow teeth, he brushed a few loose strands of blonde hair from her forehead, tucking it behind her ear.

"Do you want me to say that? Because I can say that."

"No. Don't say that." She laughed, her palms flattened against his chest. Eyes flicking between the pads of muscle beneath her fingertips and his expectant gaze. "How does a man get enough protein to even look like you?"

"I eat people." He plainly said, her nose twitched in disgust, but it was brief.

"So you're a cannibal?"

"Yes-well-No," He cocked his head from side to side. "When the need arises, I should say."

"So you're a cannibal?" She repeated, knowing the answer already.

"I mean..." His teeth clenched and he squinted. "Maybe." His eyes ran down the front of her body, down to her bare cunt. She was straddling his spread thighs, opening herself up to him. "Ya'know..." He began, a short evil cackle rising from his chest. "I could eat you if you wanted." Now it was her turn to feel on the spot, he could hear her swallow. Her brain processing what he just said, slowly, deciphering each word.

"No." She commanded, "I like it fast and rough. Nothing before, nothing after. Let's get this over with."

"Alrighty' then. Hop on." She watched his expression as she slid forward, the length of his cock now nested between her sacred lips. His sharp intake of breath at the contact against his length told her everything she needed to know.

"I think you were lying, Dementus. I don't think this is something you do very often at all." He bit the inside of his cheek, training to keep as blank an expression as her. She grabbed him, he tensed up. "You're a lot larger than I thought you would be." It wasn't something she thought about, more an impulsive exclamation, and she hated how it boosted his ego. She knew she shouldn't have said it as soon as she did. His eyebrows wiggled again, hands returning to her hips with renewed confidence.

"Having second thoughts about going in dry?"

"I'm not letting your ugly face anywhere near my cunt, so drop it."

"Ah, yes, 'cour-" His head fell back as she pressed him inside her, bit by bit, taking his cock. Her lips parted and her face wrinkled with discomfort. "Fuck." When he bottomed out inside her, his balls nestled into the crook of her ass, she released a whimper dropping against his chest. "Ah, there we go..." He spoke through clenched teeth, his hand cupped the back of her head. His brow furrowed when his nose brushed her scalp, realizing that she smelled nice. She smelled much nicer than any woman he had ever shared a bed with. Not to mention, she was cleaner. The citadel had great luxuries indeed and Persephone was proof of that. "All ya' needed is a bit of cock. Doesn't that make things better?"

"Urgh, you are the most annoying piece of shit I ever met." She lifted her hips, grabbing his shoulders for leverage and withdrawing just enough to look him in the eye.

"I think you like me, you just don't know what to-"

SMACK!

Her palm collided with his cheek and his head whipped to the side from the force. Slowly his head tilted back to her, his jaw going taut with irritation. "Little brat." He mumbled, his grip tightened on her hips and he forced her to start moving. Persephone released a gasping moan, her body lurching forward into his. Her head tucked into his neck, hips rising and falling, meeting his own guided thrusts. "Fuck. You're tight." Persephone knew she made a mistake in turning down the foreplay. His cock was burning against her insides, her spongey walls whining for something to give way.

"Wait! Stop." She breathed, lifting from his cock. They both winced at the absence.

"Ha! I knew it!" Persephone spit into her hand, focusing on evening out her ragged breathes. Her hand wrapped around his cock, Dementus hummed in response. "You're not a very pleasant person."

"Stop trying to get to know me and fuck me." Persephone squeaked when Dementus flipped her around, planting her on her back. In a single thrust, his cock was buried inside her. Her nails dug into his shoulders and his lips mouthed along her throat. Persephone cried out in pleasure, her hips lifting in desperation to meet him. "Harder!" Dementus grunted, hips pistoning that much faster. He guided her legs to close around his hips and slightly lifted them so he could go that much deeper.

"Fuck, that's it!" Persephone ran her hand down his chest, tears trickled from the corners of her eyes, but they were good tears. This felt so good. She couldn't think about anything else but his cock. He was tearing her apart, bringing her that much close to an edge that she hadn't been upon in far too long.

"Dementus! Please!"

"Oh fuck, got'ya all whiney now. Is that it, honey? Ya'like that?" In retaliation, she raked her nails down his chest, leaving red in their wake. He clenched his teeth, holding her glare. His hand connected with her ass, hard enough that she screamed. "We can play like that. You wanna' play like that?" He husked out, hunching down to lick his tongue up the base of her throat to her ear. "So tasty, wouldn't hurt to 'ave a bite." His teeth locked around her throat.

"Ah!" She wrapped an arm around his neck, holding him in place. Her body trembled as her cunt locked tight around his cock. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." She wheezed out, Dementus didn't let up till he could taste blood on his tongue. With red smeared around his lips, he kissed her jaw, then her cheek, then her nose, leaving red lip tracks with each peck. His forehead pressed to hers, his eyes squeezed and a lengthy groan escaped him as his seed emptied into her weeping hole.

"Ahhh, yesss~" His voice rumbled, hips twitching as they kept a slow and choppy rhythm. He stopped, heated breathes exiting his dry lips, chest heaving from exasperation. Their bodies stuck together, drenched in sweat, the smell of sex permeated in the humid air. "Fuck. That was good." He sat back on his haunches, weaving a hand through his hair while the other steadied himself against the backrest of the couch. "Would have liked it if ya' let me eat ya' cunt first, but this is good too."

"You can." Her eyes fluttered open, a bliss filled expression on her face. "If you want." She yawned, propping her hands behind her head. She sent him a dopey smile. "I won't mind now." She was fucked out, he thought, that was the only explanation he had for her being so comfortable looking. And damn, did she look perfect just like this. He wished he could keep her like this forever.

"What happened to ya' never lettin' my ugly face near yur' cunt."

"I changed my mind." He shot her smug look, then scooted back enough to where he could lower himself to the space between her legs. "Just think," She grinned, "If you try anything, I could kill you like this. With just my legs." His eyes darted between her two thighs, which were now perfectly closed around his head.

"You're welcome to. I would die a happy man." He wasted no time. He easily manipulated the skin of her folds to reveal her abused cunt, their mixed juices trickling from her. His finger collected them, stuffing them back inside her. "Bet you tasted good before I tainted ya'." He was certain that way up in her cushy little citadel she had access to all of the sweet tasting fruits. To taste all of that through her would be a dream.

"Nothing you can do 'bout it now."

"Maybe next time, you let me taste you first?"

"Who said anything about a next time?" She spat, and he knew his time was limited then so he dove in. It wasn't unpleasant. The salt of his seed, the sweet of her arousal, it mixed together nicely. He groaned against her pussy, tongue flicking up to her clit. Her stomach tightened and her back slightly arched. His palm pressed gently down on her pelvis to keep her still.

"Uh, Dementus?" A voice called timidly, even with the door out of sight, the both of them could hear the door creak open. "Are you-"

"He's busy! Now get out!" Persephone snarled, the man cowered out of her sight.

"B-But is he alive?" Dementus withdrew from his ministrations for a moment to answer.

"I'm alive. Everything's okay down here! Jus' gettin' a meal in. Long day." He chuckled at his own joke, looking back at Persephone to get caught in her glare. He frowned, then pressed his lips back to her. Her eyes fluttered shut and she breathed.

"I better hear that door shut, you sicko!"

"Yes, Ma'am!" And the door did shut, Dementus's man left them be. Her fingers curled in Dementus' greasy hair, one hand left to cradle her head. He worked his tongue through her folds, eyes shut in concentration as if he was enjoying a delicacy. With the slightest bit of teeth, her hips pushed upward, her body begged for me. Dementus held her in place, muscly arms wrapping around her thighs to bury his face completely into her. His own hips began working against the leather of the sofa, cock hardening at just the taste of her.

"I knew I could get you to-" His two fingers dipped inside and her mouth fell open in a moan. She didn't know where they had been, but part of her didn't even care at this point. Within a matter of seconds, he was bringing her to completion. Her body fought his hold on her, his lips pulling back into a pleased smile as he continued licking and sucking, pumping his fingers. She deflated into the leather cushions of the sofa with a sigh. Through crescent lidded eyes, she watched him sit upright once more. He popped his dirty fingers into his mouth, making a show of licking every bit of her juices from his appendages.

"Ready for a second go?" Her eyes travelled down to his twitching cock, pre-cum leaking from the head.

"I have a better idea." She got up, shoving him to lay on his back. He was like puddy in her hands now. She could do whatever she wanted to him. Her fingers wrapped around him, she could feel and visibly see the abs in his stomach clench. "How 'bout this, Dementus?" She whispered, lowering her face to his, lips teasingly brushing his own.

"This is good. Yeah. Very good." Her hand moved up and down his shaft, thumb pressing to the slit at the bulbous head. "Yes~" She smiled at him. The suns rays came in from the balcony, blanketing half of her in bright light. Her blue eyes sparkled, her long curly blonde hair pitched over one shoulder. And it looked like she was made of the stuff used for the clouds, her skin looked delicate and pillowy and glowing. The afterglow of her pleasure suited her. Dementus hoped it would never end.

"It must be so much trouble." Her eyes feigned concern, bringing forth a sadness in his own and his eyebrows furrowed.

"W-What?" He asked, cocking his head at her.

"Being a leader. Having to take care of so many people." She squeezed his cock and he grunted, inhaling deeply through his nose, his chest rose and fell.

"Yes. It can be hard."

"You just want someone to take care of you, you poor thing." He licked his lips, tongue sticking out at the corner of his mouth.

"I do. I need that."

"Aww, it's okay little baby. I'll take care of you." His eyes slid shut as her lips pecked chastely to his cheek. His eyebrows lifting at the softness of her touch. Her hand kept a slow pace on his cock, which was red and hot and pulsing. She knew he was close. "It's such a shame. You've got a really nice dick."

"Why thank you. 'Didn't expec-"

CLICK!

Persephone withdrew, amusement in her gaze.

"What-" He yanked his arm, the one that was hanging over the edge of the couch, and there, wrapped around his wrist was a chain bracelet, that was attached to a metal hook imbedded in the concrete floor. "Wait a second!" He growled, yanking aggressively at the chain. She attempted to climb off him, but his opposite hand grabbed her wrist. "Come here. I don't think so!" She easily maneuvered out of his grasp, calmly walking to her cargo pants. An uncharacteristic whine left him, his eyebrows flying up into his scalp. "How did you even know about this?!"

"I've been here often with my father. And the guy that you killed used to keep slaves here." She finished fastening her cargo pants with a victorious smile. "And the funny thing is, I don't even know where the keys are." She chuckled, "I did give you a hand though. You might want to finish yourself off before your people come in." She was bent over, pulling her boots on lazily, not even bothering to tie them.

"You'll never make it outta' here!" He yanked hard at the chain, muscles flexing.

"Your people are idiots. I'm sure I'll be fine." Persephone winked at him. "I'll see you around, Dementus. Have fun."

"Wait! Stay! Just stay, don't leave. You don't have to leave." She didn't pause on that offer, exiting out of the door.

...

One grueling step after the other, the sun beating overhead. It was foolish but Persephone kept to the road, the concrete scraped beneath her boots. In the distance, through the fumes that radiated off the hot desert surface, she could see a black dot. It was growing closer and closer. She didn't fear who it could be. After a few minutes, the Gigahorse came to a screeching halt beside her, Scabrous's head poked out the window, Rictus jumped down from his place at the truck bed.

"You look like shit. Do we need to kill anybody for ya'?" Persephone ignored Scabrous's tease, dragging herself into Rictus. Her forehead dropped to his abdomen and she allowed his strength to keep her upright. Rictus gently patted her head.

"There, there, sister. At least you aren't dead."

"Father didn't even have the decency to show up himself. Lovely."

"Don't complain. Get in the truck." Scabrous reprimanded with a scowl, Rictus lifted her onto the truck bed and she squeezed in through the rear window, plopping into the passenger seat. Rictus hopped onto the back and hit his hand on the top for them to go. The Gigahorse kicked dust out behind it as her brother turned it around, driving it back toward the citadel. "Wanna' talk 'bout it?"

"Dementus is an idiot."

"We knew that already." Rictus popped his head in through the small window. His brother had half a thought to elbow him out.

"Can't help but think that father messed this one up."

"You think it'll be that bad?"

"Might be good for a while, but he's not sustainable."

"Well lets tell'im then. Go over there, take that fucker out."

"He won't listen." She pressed her forehead into the window with a sigh.

"What's gotten you all bitchy?"

"Nothing." She huffed, looking back at her brothers. Scabrous was the smarter of the two of her brute brothers. The less brutish one was back at the citadel, occasionally she would rather spend her time alongside him. Corpus was the smartest out of all four of them.

"You fucked him didn't you?"

"Somethin' like that."

"Gross!" Rictus said in a biting tone, ducking his head back out of the window to signal his leave form the conversation.

"You want us to go kill him?" Scrabrous's tone taking a darker turn.

"I mean, we could, but I don't think father would like that so much."

"When father finds out you two fucked, he'll want to kill him too."

"Nah." Persephone looked back out the window again. "Father doesn't care that much."

And sure enough, Immortan Joe did not care.

...

"So, she just walked out?!" Dementus yelled, his neck clenched, his face red with irritation. Two of his men were attempting to break the chains on the shackles that Persephone had clicked on him. His top bosses surrounded him as they deliberated over the recent development.

"No one wanted to stop her. She's terrifying." Smeg said, chewing anxiously at his fingernails.

"I don't see what her worth is anyways." Octoboss deadpanned, the others muttered their agreement, Dementus fumed.

"No one wanted to stop her?!" He shook his head, relaxing back into the couch. A thought crossed his mind, he let it be known.

"History man, what does Persephone mean? What kind of name is that?" Everyone looked to the eldest man in the corner of the room, who straightened and gripped his staff. And when he spoke, the room went silent.

"Persephone. Greek. Bringer of death. Goddess of the Underworld. Goddess of rebirth. Daughter of Zeus, the God of all Gods."

"Bringer of death?" He whispered, nodding his head. "That's a sign. Definitely a sign."

"Don't be a fool, Dementus." Octoboss hissed through clenched, already fueling a hatred for the man after Dementus had discarded Octo's own men as if they meant nothing.

"Persephone is going to be the one to get us to the citadel." He declared, announcing it to the others, a confident grin rising to the corners of his lips. He was met with confused faces, some even defeated expressions. All of them were sick of his bullshit, but no one else wanted to step up to the plate. "Don't worry. I have a plan."

[plumulesauvage]

Paradise in Hell 3 : The Citadel

Genre : Sf, drama, adventure, psychological

Warnings : rude language, swearing, crude parts, mention of a grown man and a little girl alone in the same room, mentions le the titties of the PeopleEater (this guy is disgustingly, sorry not sorry), Dementus (as always)

Relationships : Furiosa x oc, Dementus x oc, Immortan Joe x oc, Max x oc

Ps : just noted that I described this fic as an x reader when, actually, it’s more an x oc., sorry about that. But if you identify as Valh, then it’s my pleasure.

Chapter 2 here

Table of contents here

Valhalla was raising her eyebrow, as if saying “Told you : he’s a moron”. Looking at her, Furiosa only sighed before looking back at what seemed to be the entrance of the giant rocks overlooking her.

The two girls were sitting in their moving jail, waiting for Dementus to end his speech. The man decided a little sooner that he was gonna take over a green place called The Citadel. And he was currently trying to motivate the ones who lived in it to deliver their chiefs in order for him to take control of the fortress. Unfortunately for him, they apparently weren't disposed to do so.

And then everything went wrong. A "war boy" just threw himself for his lord Immortan Joe, and it soon became chaos. Everybody was fleeing for his own sake, and the warriors of the Citadel were fishing any bike they could. They finally hooked the moving jail, with the History Man, Furiosa and Valhalla inside.

Everyone panicked.

The History Man tried to stand as still as he could. Furiosa was being dragged in some kind of tunnel by creepy humans. And Valhalla, scared, didn't dare to let go of the jail. Dementus rushed over the girls, but he had to make a choice : freeing Furiosa from her kidnappers or helping Valhalla before she got way too high above the ground. And the History Man, who succeeded in getting out of the jail a little sooner, wasn't of great help.

Panicking, the bikers leader finally chose to help Furiosa, who was easier to help than Valhalla. The two little girls were trying to catch each other, screaming in the capharnaum.

"Fury !" Shouted Valhalla, only hanging with one arm attached to a bar, while the other one was outstretched to her sister.

"Valh !" Responded Furiosa, as Dementus was getting her out of trouble. She struggled in the arms of her savior, trying desperately to catch her sister, as she was getting higher and higher.

Finally, Valh understood that it was too late for her. If she jumped, she could hurt herself pretty badly. Plus, if Fury stayed here, there was a high risk that she ended up captured by the war boys. And she didn't want to see the only dear person to her being abducted, again. So, in a final movement of her hand, she waved goodbye to her sister by heart, with tears streaming down her face.

" We made a promise, Fury. Hold it for me..."

" But ! I cannot leave you here Valh !" Was desperately shouting at the second girl.

"May the stars be with you." Ended the first one, looking resigned. She was sad for her sister, she didn't want to let her go with the crazy maniac who killed their mother. But, at the same time, she didn't want her to become one of Immortan Joe's slaves. Instinctively she felt that being with Dementus was safer than in the Citadel.

And so, she gave up the idea of seeing the Green Place or her sister again, resigned but with the relief that Furiosa was safe from this hell of a place.

___

Valhalla was afraid. She didn't know what was gonna happen to her, but it certainly wasn't something fine.

As the war boy pulled the jail up, they caught her without letting her a chance of escaping. And they directly seized her to bring her to their chief. And now, the little girl was quietly and anxiously walking through rock tunnels which seemed never ending.

When she and her "escort" finally arrived at the heart of the Citadel, she was met with very strange and frightening people. The first one was wearing a nose jewel and some rings on his breast. The second was a giant with a creepy way of looking at her, and wore what seemed to be a breathing pipe on his face. The third was dressed as a Roman with a leather skirt and some burns on his skull. The last one, who was probably the chief with such charisma, was an old white hair man with a frightening mask and some white pants.

He - tough Valh - is the most terrifying man I ever saw in my life.

And that was probably true. Dementus was maybe scary because of his unpredictable behavior, but he didn't have this sort of murderous vibe.

Before she could notice, the young girl stopped breathing, fearing the noises she could emit. She was looking at the ground, terrified by all those eyes on her. Men were dangerous. She knew it. But not as she realized it now. If they wanted her dead, she would be dead. No option, no choice. Just their will. And she felt terribly weak. Not because she was a girl, nor because she was a child. But because they were monsters of the worst kind. Not even worth to be called human anymore.

As she was lost in her thoughts, she heard the chief getting up. He was walking toward her. And if she could disappear right now, she would have. What kept her on her legs was the relief of knowing Furiosa wasn't here with her.

The chief suddenly spoke. Short, simple, efficient.

« Bring her to the room. »

No questions. His underlings obeyed, dragging the poor little Valh in a new room, leaving her all alone waiting for what would happen to her. She was scared, thinking of it. She was gonna be alone with the chief of the citadel. No one to hear her cries. And even if somebody did hear her, they wouldn’t intervene because of loyalty or fear.

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No matter what this man was planning for her. She would come out of this room changed, and not for the best. She knew it. Men didn’t ask, they took what they wanted as if granted. It would be the same. The horror of being a girl in this awful world was striking her right here and now. Who knew what kind of awful pleasures this man had in his safe little rock ?

While the girl was overwhelmed with her thoughts, the leader of the citadel entered the room, closing the door behind him. Shivers took all over the girl’s body. She closed her eyes and stopped breathing. But, as she was waiting for the worst to come, a hand landed on her shoulders.

Just as she opened her eyes, curious of what was going on, she saw the man right in front of her, kneeling. He was looking at her necklace. Staring intensely, as if reminded of something. The two were in an awkward silence.

As if obliged, Valhalla spoke.

“ It belonged to my mother. ” she pointed to the necklace.

The man nodded silently. He finally got up and hummed. Then he looked back at her.

“ Long time ago, before the citadel, I was guiding men in the wastelands. ”

The young girl didn’t care about what he was saying. But she knew that the more he spoke, the less he hurt. So she just listened, faking her interest in his monologue.

“ One day I met a woman. She was a full life, as beautiful as the sun, lost in the desert. Long story short, she accompanied me for years. When I took over the citadel, we argued about hurting people. She was weak by heart and I despised that. ”

How surprising coming from a guy like you. Thought Valhalla, unsure about where the story was going and what it had to do with her.

“ Finally she just disappeared in the desert. She left me and never returned. ”

“ You must ask yourself why I am telling you all of this gibberish story of the past. ”

“ Funny thing is : this woman had a necklace that I offered to her while we were still young and in love. And that was the same as the one you’re currently wearing.”

“ So. My question is : who the fuck are you ? ”

She didn’t know what to say anymore. This man was telling her that he knew a woman with the same necklace as her biological mother ? She didn’t know her much but she knew one thing : they both were Vuvalinis. And one of them would never ever love a guy like this. That was impossible. Surely a mistake. Or worse, a trap to gain information.

He couldn’t be talking about her mother.

“ I'm sorry sir. But I can’t answer you. My biological mother passed away giving birth to me. So, I can’t say that I know her… ”

How to handle this guy without telling him too much ? She didn’t know what to do anymore. Why was this guy talking about a woman she didn’t know ? Couldn’t he just let go of her ?! Plus, he was creepy looking with his mask and she didn’t want to stay in the same room as him. She wanted to go back home. More than ever. And to ask the many mothers a proof that her biological one had nothing to do with this horror of a man.

It was maybe only a coincidence. She learned that jewelry was common before the wars. Maybe two girls had the same necklace and they just ended up in different hands, leading one of them here. What an unfortunate fate !

“ I know what you’re thinking little one. That is not a coincidence. It cannot be since I had one of my men craft it for the woman I loved. ”

Oh shit.

If she didn’t have wanted to eat peaches this day, maybe she would have stay away from this fucker. But it was way too late now…

[nightmarefuele]

muse directory.

repression is a huge theme on this blog. smut happens (usually in body horror font), but don't expect it.

Dune, Star Wars, general gritty sci-fi;

Qimir | The Stranger; manny jacinto ; might feature a knight verse in addition to some canon na-Baron Feyd-Rautha ; austin butler ; draws 98% from the '24 film. Verosha Aniseya ; amandla stenberg Ren (of 'the' Ren) ; adam driver ; a heavily divergent/'oc-ified', post(usually)-snoke, visceral horror, gritty lean from star wars' kylo ren. Shin Hati ; ivanna sakhno ; ahsoka. Kylo Ren ; adam driver ; as close to kylo 'canon' as i'm capable of writing, but solely draws from tfa characterization. Mae-ho Aniseya ; amandla stenberg Paul-Muad'Dib Atreides ; timothee chalamet ; leans on the book(+ messiah) from time to time. Lady Margot Fenring ; léa seydoux. Officer KD6-3.7 ; ryan gosling ; blade runner 2049 . Ezra ; pedro pascal ; prospect (2018). Cee ; sophie thatcher ; prospect (2018).

bg3;

Raphael ; andrew wincott Ketheric Thorm ; j.k. simmons Astarion ; neil newbon ; incredibly selective muse. no smut. primarily ascendant. Gale ; tim downie Shadowheart ; jennifer english Gortash ; jason isaacs

villains, antiheroes;

John Constantine ; keanu reeves Loki Laufeyson ; tom hiddleston ; selective muse. fuck u i don't consider post-tdw canon. ciao Jonathan Crane ; cillian murphy ; selective muse

bleak, flexible, modern;

Lisa Nova ; rosa salazar ; brand new cherry flavor. Connor, the Android sent by CyberLife ; bryan dechart Elijah Kamski ; d:bh ; neil newbon Hank Anderson ; d:bh ; clancy brown Sofia Falcone ; cristin milioti ; i'm in love with this crazy bitch Elliot Alderson ; rami malek ; mr. robot. Phillip Price ; michael cristofer ; mr. robot. Leon ; joey bada$$ ; mr. robot. Lisbeth Salander ; rooney mara ; the girl with the dragon tattoo (2011) . Berry Rydell ; young josh hartnett ; freelance private security officer from william gibson's virtual light trilogy, based in retrofuturist nocal and socal. just a guy doing his own thing and getting caught up, routinely, somehow, in the national (but very top-secret) dickfight over some expensive glasses. + virtual reality, or whatever. Control (John Rodriguez) ; bob morley ; based on authority by jeff vandermeer, and annihilation, book and film, exploring hypnosis/mind control and consequent distrust, or outright paranoia. operates at the branch-end of a highly bureaucratic and mysterious organization. eventually ends up at Southern Reach, "...a secret agency that manages expeditions into a place known as Area X, an uninhabited and abandoned coastal area of an unnamed country which nature is gradually reclaiming." 'nature', in this context, being a cute/tame word. refers to his guns as 'gramps', 'grandpa', 'grandpap', etc. 6" tall, impassive. Tangerine ; aaron taylor-johnson ; bullet train .

apocalypse;

Joel Miller ; pedro pascal Imperator Furiosa ; anya taylor-joy. (alyla browne.) Dr. Dementus ; chris hemsworth.

aus are fun. hit me with em or forever hold your peace.

ocs, always subject to adapt and update on a thread-to-thread basis;

Oeznik Ambroicz ; cillian murphy ; loosely based on a character from an original script. flexible iterations. director of an institute/facility (sometimes agency, depending on setting and historical values) that focuses on exploring the residual elements that paranormal trauma leaves behind. these elements can be purely psychological, physical, combined, or, sometimes, paranormal themselves. in other iterations, to draw further on lovecraftian or cthulhu mythos elements, oeznik may lean more private investigator, or 'freelance', for his own mysterious and often unexplained purposes. focused and preoccupied when fixed securely inside his element; wary and suspicious when not. Nadya ; sara serraiocco, sara montpetit ; lab experiment turned a) runaway, b) interdimensional spy/assassin, c) something something time shenanigans. or simple modern ones. who the fuck knows. Dorian Yu ; christian yu ; tba. loosely based on christian yu's musical creations. relies either on psychological themes (wherein dorian is bipolar), for stories more grounded in realism, or the supernatural. heavily flexible, works into most (if not all) modern environments. can be taken a vaguely sci-fi or heavily cyberpunk route. (he's fun. smiley ball of energy and sunshine, or depressive and vaguely antagonistic shut-in.) prone to delusions, dissociation, and in severe instances, amnesia. Fifine ; anya taylor-joy ; random modern verse shenanigans. (the) Insomnium ; tbd. ; developed and hatched by a cult of space witches moreso than born. derived from an organically inorganic (or just inexplicable) substance. for tumblr purposes, blends the idea of dune's 'voice'. cult functions similarly on some levels to the b.g., but is entirely an unknown. stems from the same gritty, visceral horror environment and themes as the ren. (especially picky about where i throw this one.) space cultists tba.