#possible tw for raw meat

[scapelamb]

Me when my wife gives me raw meat for dinner for the 60th time.... Yum.my....

[captain-jimmy]

its mogus

In going to turn you into this

[magics-neptunes-things]

Mockingjay

Hi guys!

Sorry for the wait but here is finally the first chapter for the Luna's Hunger Games :)

I don't know for now exactly how I will ends this, but if you have any suggestion please feels free to send them to me, I might take them for the next chapters.

Also a big THANK YOU to @w-owwomen for your help, you are lovely ♥

Please enjoy ♥

TW : Nothing much for now I think, please let me know if you're not ok with it.

Ona was nervous. Fidgeting with her fingers, she looks at the people on the stage as trying to switch the microphone on. She hates this moment every year, the one where they are selected : the next young people to go to the Capitol. And then, they need to fight for their life in the arena. 

As she's in the oldest of the selectable population, she's in the front now. Her gaze left the people in front of her to look for her family in the crowd. Their parents aren’t far from her, standing next to her brother. Joan’s name never was raffled, their parents only needing to save one more child to be happy. And now he’s too old to be a part of the Games.

At least, that’s what people in the city say.

They also say that they won’t select a child of one of the best craftsmen of the district. But Ona isn’t stupid and she knows that it has nothing to do with that. Sighing softly, she averts her gaze again when she realizes that her mother is almost crying. 

Ona distracts herself as they give their speech and video reminding them why the children must die for the Capitol. Ona hates them. It’s only when they call the name of the male tribute that she listens again. 

“Tony Sanchez”

Ona knows him. He's exactly between her and Joan in age and clearly terrified as he manages to walk to the stage and face the crowd. He's more Joan's friend then hers but they'll still talk when he came to their house.

“Alright, thank you, thank you” the presenter says, stopping fake clapping. “Now, the girl!”

Ona looks at the man carrying the pot and at the presenter as she puts her hand in. She takes several seconds to mix the papers, before taking one out. Ona knows before she opens her mouth.

“Ona Batlle”

She can feel the weight of everyone’s gaze on her and it’s possibly weighs heavier on her than the fact that it’s her turn to go face her death. She remembers the first times she was standing here, holding her brother’s arm. He always managed to reassure her, whispering to her that he will take her place if it was needed. But today, he can’t. And Ona probably wouldn’t let him do it. 

Ona looks at her family again when she’s up the stairs. Her ears are buzzing, making her unable to hear anything around her. Her mother’s crying, her brother placed an arm around her shoulders. And her dad might pass for impassive, but Ona can see the terror and sadness in his eyes. 

After the presentations, Ona and Tony are taken to go to a room to say their goodbye to their family. Ona already knows that room for being here two years ago, saying goodbye to someone she loved. A simple look only informs her that nothing has changed since the last time she came here. 

She doesn’t have time to look at it for very long though, the door opens suddenly, letting her family enter the room. She’s almost crushed in her mother’s arms, deeply sobbing. Just a shared look with her father makes her understand that they think the same things. The tributes from district 8, where she comes from, never stay alive for long in the Games. They aren’t prepared for what is happening during the fight, they don’t know how to survive. 

Joan seems to think the same, too. 

“Take all your classes about survival. Maybe learn to make a fire but don’t do it at night, it will attract your opponents” he says.

Ona nods. She doesn’t need to hear that, she already knows. They had watched the Hunger Games together since they are allowed by their parents.

“Don’t eat something you don’t know and if you have to eat something raw, eat fish not meat yeah?”

“Okay” she says softly, still in her mother’s arms.

She knows that too, but she has the feeling that it helps Joan to say all of this to her. Ona doesn’t want them to cry at her departure. She wants them to stick together. Her family is the thing that helps her survive and be at least a little happy these last few years. 

“Are you going to watch me?” she asks anyway.

“Of course we are” her father talks for the first time. “And no matter what Ona, we are proud of you and love you more than anything.”

Her mother cries harder and despite everything, Ona can’t help but smile softly and rolls her eyes. She’s happy to mean so much for her family, but she doesn’t want them to cry.

“I love you too, all of you.” she answers, trying to have a look at her mother’s face.

Someone is suddenly knocking on the door and Ona feels her heartbeat getting faster. Is it already time to say goodbye? But no, it’s only her best friend who came to say goodbye too. She just wanted to give the Batlles’ some time alone.

Aitana takes Ona’s mother place in her arms and hug her so hard that she might break her several ribs.

“She’ll needs all of her body intact��� Joan says, with a hint of amusement in his voice. 

“Promise you’ll fight to come back” Aitana whispers in her ears.

Their eyes cross when she releases Ona and Ona only nods for an answer. Aitana doesn’t seems to need much, stepping back to let someone else have her place. Her best friend knows what Ona is thinking, their connection never having failed since they met when they were maybe six months old. 

Ona loses track of time and soon her parents are talking at Aitana about something. Ona takes advantage, grabbing her brother’s arm. 

“If I don’t come back, promise me you’ll take care of them. And of you.”

Her brother frowns and open his mouth to answer something, but Ona cuts him off. She knows that he probably will say not to talk like that, that she has her chances to come back and everything, but that’s not what she needs right now.

“Please.”

They look at each other, Ona’s brown eyes deep in her brother’s blue ones. He finally sighs, putting a hand on her arm. 

“I swear. But you have to swear back that you will fight for your life, Ona. You are clever enough to survive. You might not have the strength of a bulldozer, but you are smart, quick and tricky”

“I swear too” Ona answers calmly. 

They look at each other for several seconds before Joan nods and takes his little sister in his arms. He wants to say that he’s sorry not to be able to protect her anymore, but he knows that she doesn’t need to hear it to know it. 

********

One and a half hours later, she’s in the train taking her to the Capitol. The journey is long, two days and two nights. It will be the first time that Ona will cross another district. It won’t be too long though, because of the length of the district 8. When she enters the train, someone takes her to her room and asks her about her clothes size. She will need to get rid of the ones she’s wearing now and have to wear what they are giving her instead. 

Thanks god it wasn’t awful, even if it looks like they are keeping the nice clothes for the TV shows. 

She’s sitting in the main room when Tony comes to sit next with her. It’s weird to be face to face with someone who will be your opponent in a few days. He seems unsure too, looking at her from the corner of his eyes. 

“You’re little Joan sister, right?” he says finally after many minutes. 

He knows who she is, Ona thought. But she takes pity on him, he always been friendly with her when he came to see Joan. 

“Yeah” she mumbles. “And you’re Tony.”

“Yeah.”

Awkward.

“So, uh. What were you up to before coming here?” Ona asks. 

The possibilities aren’t multiple in the district, but it’s always nice to ask, Ona thinks. Her parents' finances were pretty good. Ona was living with them in a pretty nice apartment in a pretty nice building. She knows it’s not the same for everyone. 

“I was working in the Armory with my father” he shrugs. 

Ona nods only. What can she answer? The good thing for Tony is that he probably knows about weapons now, unlike her. He doesn’t have time to ask her the question back, before the automatic doors of the wagon opens again. 

Ona raises her eyes to look at the woman coming inside. Her long, blond hair looks like they are the softest she has ever seen, and she has to fight the urge to touch it. Her almond eyes are scanning both of them, before she smiles at them. 

“Hi. I’m Alexia, I’ll be your advisor during the Games.”

Ona recognizes her. She won the Games five years ago, in an arena with the theme of an island. She was strong and never failed anyone. 

“You’re not from district 8” Tony frowns. 

Alexia doesn’t have time to answer before Ona speaks for her. 

“We don’t have a winner who is still alive” she mumbles, rolling her eyes.

She doesn’t look away when Alexia looks at her, shrugging. Like said before, their district isn’t really lucky in the games. A small smile appears on Alexia’s face and it’s still here when she talks again. 

“Ona’s right. That’s why I nominated myself to help you to change that.”

She’s still looking at Ona when she sits down, and the young woman can’t help but look away. She feels like Alexia is scanning her soul with her eyes and it’s quite disturbing. Alexia seems genuinely intrigued by her. 

“First, I’ll answer your questions if you have some and then I’ll explain to you what will happen now. You’ll have several classes with options during your training, we can talk and choose which ones are the best for you. I think it’s more important to value your strengths and not try too hard to work on your weaknesses, we don’t have time for that. It’s important to know them, though.”

Ona likes the way Alexia seems to be thinking. She was scared she’d have to face someone who will tell her that she has her chances to win. She knows it’s wrong. She wants someone to help her, and Alexia seems the right person for her. 

The three of them spend almost a full hour speaking together. Tony seems a little reluctant to open up to Alexia, which Ona thinks is stupid. She’s here to help. As a result, Alexia decides to talk to Tony one on one first. 

“Don’t be shy to use the facilities of the train” Alexia advises her when she leaves the room. “I’ll meet you in your room in around one hour”

Ona decides to explore the train a little more before going back to her bedroom. There aren't a lot of windows on this train, probably to hide the road to the Capitol. Like she would be going back one day.

She passes a room where Peacekeepers are looking at some screens. Ona realizes that some are of places in her district as well as many she doesn’t know. She doesn’t have time to look at it for any longer though, because one of them suddenly sees her and harshly closes the door.

When she comes back in her room, she realizes that a bunch of other clothes are on her bed, neatly folded and ironed. They look nice and Ona carefully puts them in the drawer facing her bed. She then takes a look at the stupidly big bathroom with a bathtub that could probably comfortably fit three people. She decides to refresh herself anyway and when she comes back, changed and showered, Alexia is waiting for her on her bed. 

“Oh, sorry” Ona mumbles.

“No problem.”

They look at each other before Alexia nods towards the bed, asking her to take a seat next to her. Ona obliges, sitting cross-legged and grabbing a pillow to hug it without really thinking about it. 

“So. You are Ona Batlle, 17, both your parents are alive, same as your big brother.”

She waits for Ona to nod before continuing. Alexia seems to have memorized everything as she is not reading off anything.

“What would you say are your strengths?”

Ona shrugs softly, before remembering what her brother told her. He’s probably right, but she hates talking about herself. 

“I can be tricky when I need to, I guess.” she finally answers.

Alexia looks at her with the same scanning-disturbing look that earlier. Ona bites her lip and searches for something else to say, but it’s Alexia that talks first. 

“I hated that too, talking about myself. But you have to realize that it will be talking about yourself that will make Capitol and Sponsors love you. They need to see themselves in you. Sure, there will be shy people watching, but shy people won’t get you any bonus.”

Ona nods. Of course, Alexia’s right. The brunette doesn’t usually like when people try to scold her, but Alexia has the ability to make her understand her point without seeming condescending. She likes it. The blonde grabs a pile of paper behind her and gives it to Ona. 

“Those are the questions that will help me to understand you better. Please fill them in so I can see how to help you.”

Ona takes them, frowning slightly. Her eyes roam them before she looks at Alexia again. The blonde smiles at her before making herself comfortable against the headboard of the bed. Grabbing the pen hanging on the sheets, Ona starts to answer the questions.

********

The next day, Alexia joins them at breakfast with a plan about the obligatory classes and the optional ones she is advising each of them to attend. A quick look at Tony’s sheets makes Ona realize that they aren’t sharing a lot of them.

“Isn’t it better to stick together at the beginning?” she asks their Mentor. 

“It can, but I really think that if you want to work together, it’s better to separate your strengths. And we never know, you can be separated at any point during the Games. It’s important that you can survive alone.”

It’s a polite way to say that they could betray the other at any time, Ona thinks. She looks closer at her sheets, seeing that Alexia added some survival classes like Ona had asked her yesterday. 

“I’ll protect Ona at any coast” Tony says, frowning deeply. 

Ona raises her eyes on him, surprised and a little uneasy at this statement. She feels Alexia’s quick gaze on her before the blonde talks. 

“Great. But she can handle herself and all of the classes will help you both be stronger as individuals.”

She doesn’t add anything while grabbing a plate to put some waffles on it. Ona looks at her sheets again without really seeing them. She’s grateful for Tony’s protection, but doesn’t like being seen as a poor little girl. Sure, she’s may be small and not very muscular, but like Joan said she’s fast. Alexia putted some physical trainings on her timetable, but she doesn’t know what it means exactly. 

********

The train ride is a little boring until they pass District 2. The landscapes are way more beautiful than District 8 which is not surprising. Ona feels impressed by the mountains and the small villages with beautiful small houses. It is nothing like the endless buildings in District 8.

“Oh sorry” Ona says as she enters the TV room.

She wasn’t expecting Alexia to be here, looking at the black screen. The blonde turns her head to look at her but smiles, gesturing for Ona to come to sit next to her. 

“The train is for everyone” she shrugs. “Do you want to watch TV?”

“I never managed to turn it on…” Ona blushes. 

Alexia smiles but doesn’t say anything, grabbing the remotes to turn it on. Ona frowns when she sees a seaside landscape in front of her eyes. 

“It’s District 4” Alexia comments.

Ona nods softly, looking at Alexia from the corner of her eyes. She likes her, in a friendly way. She loves her brother with all her heart, but if she had to choose a big sister, she would have picked one like Alexia. 

“You are from District 10, right?” Ona asks softly, scared to cross a line. 

But Alexia just nods, switching the channel to find a beautiful forest. Once again, very differently of her district where you have to fight to be able to see something green.

“What does it looks like?”

“Like this”

Alexia switches the channel again. It now shows a landscape with a lot of mountains and canyons, beige and red rocks. And in the distance, you can see the sea. The kind of thing Ona only saw in books when she was younger. 

“It looks beautiful” Ona finally says.

“It is. It’s very warm though, I miss the sun when I’m in the Capitol. I live near the sea, with my Mom and my sister.”

“What about your father?” Ona asks.

“He’s dead.”

“Oh, I’m sorry”

She’s a little surprised by Alexia’s blunt answer. She looks carefully at her mentor, but she doesn’t seem mad. She’s not smiling of course, but her gaze is still inviting discussion. 

“Don’t be. It was several years ago. He was sick. It was awful of course, but I try to do things for him now. I just hope he’s proud of me.”

“I’m sure he is.”

It’s maybe top direct, but Ona can’t imagine a parent who will not be proud of Alexia. Her answer makes Alexia smile though.

“Thanks.”

“So you are living with your mother and sister?”

“No, I’m living with my girlfriend actually.”

Her answer makes Ona almost jump. Homosexuality isn’t a thing that is appreciated in Panem. People usually hide it or get married to save appearances. Alexia’s smile gets wider this time, unable to hide her amusement. 

“What? Don’t tell me you’re homophobic?”

There’s a mix of teasing and sincerity in Alexia’s voice. Ona blushes, but probably not for the reasons Alexia thinks. 

“No, I… Quite the contrary actually.”

“Oh, so you have a girlfriend too?”

Ona bites her lip and shakes her head. No, she doesn’t have a girlfriend, but she doesn’t know how to explain things to Alexia. She doesn’t know if she wants to, to be honest. But she feels like she can trust Alexia, which is strange. Because except for her family and Aitana, she doesn’t trust anyone.

“I had one” Ona whispers. 

“What happened?”

Alexia’s tone is the same as Ona’s, like she understands that it’s a sensitive subject for the younger girl. Ona takes a big breath before starting to talk again. 

“Do you remember Jana Fernández? She was a tribute two years ago for my District. She was 15 at the time.”

“I do” Alexia only says.

“It was her. My girlfriend.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

Ona shrugs but doesn’t add anything. She doesn’t talk about Jana to anyone, even if her family knew at the time the nature of the relationship between her and Jana. Her parents and her brother have always been supportive about her sexuality and her choice. Her father said that he will love her no matter what and will crush anyone who will try to put a finger on her. She always felt safe with her family. 

“I knew she only had a small chance, but it’s still hurt” Ona mumbles after a silence. 

She’s not looking at Alexia, so she doesn’t see the sad smile on the blonde’s face. She’s surprised when she feels the other girl place an arm around her shoulders to hug her but she relaxes quickly, after the surprise has passed. 

“It’s hard to live after the loss of someone you loved” Alexia says, waiting for Ona to hums before talking again. “I really think you never heal from it. You just learn to live with that part of you.”

“That’s right. I know she would have wanted for me to continue and maybe move on, but I can’t.”

“Maybe you haven’t found the right girl for now”

Ona shrugs once again, she doesn’t really know. And even if Alexia is right, it’s too late for her now. Her life is almost over.

They don’t say anything else, just looking silently at the different landscapes on TV. Alexia needs to answer a call at some point, so Ona goes back to her room to take a big, long, hot bath. Something she hasn't had a lot in her life. After that, she went to eat something with Tony and the team but left early to go to bed. The talk she had with Alexia exhausted her. 

********

“Ona, come look at it!”

Ona groans when Tony calls her. She was all comfy, reading on the couch but stands anyway, joining him at the window. Ona realizes here that they are arriving at the Capitol and the view is like nothing she has ever seen in person before. Of course, she’s seen it on TV during previous Games, but it has nothing to do with being here in real life.  

“It’s massive” she finally says. 

Alexia hums, bored, from the couch where she was still sitting, leafing through a magazine. But Ona doesn’t look at her, captivated by the city in front of her eyes. Everything is shiny and bright. 

They finally arrive at the train station and Ona wasn’t expecting people to come to see them but the crowd is massive and she lets Tony guides her with an hand on her back. They follow the Peacekeepers taking them to a white vehicle with no drivers. The tinted windows offer them the possibility to look without being gawked at. 

“What’s now?” Ona asks Alexia.

“We will go to our rooms, then I’ll show you the other contestants. The training starts tomorrow.”

Ona nods, swallowing with difficulty. She still can’t believe that everything is really happening, that she’s slowly but surely preparing for her death. Breathing suddenly becomes shallow, so she tries to distract herself by looking by the windows. There is now way that she is having a panic attack right now. 

Alexia’s comforting hand on her arm makes her jump, but she soon relaxes herself into her. Ona looks at the blonde from the corner of her eyes, but Alexia isn’t looking at her. She’s looking outside, but it’s better for Ona like this. 

When they arrive at the place where they will stay, Ona’s mind almost explodes once again. Everything is so big and stupidly fancy. It makes her angry when she remembers that people almost die from hunger outside the Capitol. But she says nothing, she doesn’t know if the other members of the team are thinking like Alexia. 

Ona’s room is big, with a double big bed. She has a TV, a drawer full of clothes and a proper bathroom that’s even bigger than the ones she had on the train. There are a lot of bottles of shampoo, shower gel and all different kinds of products for her skin and her hair.

“At least I’ll die pretty” Ona grumbles.  

“The point is to stay alive, actually”

Ona jumps, hitting her knee on the furniture next to her. She wasn’t expecting someone to be here with her. She turns around to face another girl, brunette with a cocky smile.

“Hi. I’m Leila. I’m your fashion designer.”

“Oh. Hi.”

Leila doesn’t seem surprised by Ona’s lack of dynamic, she might be used. Fashion is never a thing usually in the District and for Ona too. Even if her parents works on that area, they work for the Capitol, not the Districts. They only are authorized to wear what the Capitol lets them.

“Alexia needs you in the living room. You will see your contestants and after that I’ll show you what I designed for you to wear for the different events before the Games.”

They were going to the living room while talking and Ona frowns when she hears that.

“What different moments?”

“Well the interviews on TV and the parade especially.”

Ona answers with a soft groan, not really fond of that kind of thing. She hates being in front of everyone. Leila seems to find this reaction funny based on her smile, but Ona doesn’t comment on it and lets herself fall onto the couch next to Tony. Alexia was standing next to the TV with a remote in her hand.

“Right, so as you already know, we have twelve Districts fighting during the Games. The districts 1, 2 and 4 are the career districts and of course they are the most talented and prepared for the Games. They will be tough opponents.”

“So it's probably best to have an alliance with one of them, right?” Tony asks. 

Ona rolls her eyes and Alexia sees her gesture, making her smile softly. Tony doesn’t though and he keeps looking at Alexia with intensity.

“Maybe” Alexia finally answers. “But they don’t need you, unless you have a special something. They usually make an alliance between them.” 

Tony nods and Alexia puts her attention back on the screen. She presses the buttons to present each tribute from each Districts. First the boy, then the girl. Ona looks at Alexia presenting the twins of 1, the psychopaths of 2 and the Nerds of 3. 

“Now from District 4. Declan Smith. He seems pretty fast, and his father is one of the best fishermen from the District. He probably knows how to craft some interesting things, and of course fishing.”

Ona looks at him, he might be 18 or maybe 17, but clearly not younger. He could easily pass for someone older than 18 though. Alexia clicks on the remote again and a picture of a girl appears on the screen. 

“Lucy Bronze. She’s Jorge Bronze’s little sister, the winner of the Games two years ago. If she’s like him, she’s a great fighter. Very strategic, isn’t afraid of a phsyical fight but clever enough to know when to hide.”

There is a moment of silence while they all look at her picture. 

“She seems… impressive” Tony finally says.

It caught Ona by surprise, because she almost adds “beautiful” to Tony’s sentence. Her face card has probably never declined. She has beautiful green eyes; brown hair and her face is pretty even if she’s not smiling in this picture. Her muscles seem pretty impressive too. 

Ona is so surprised at attraction to the girl in the picture that she isn’t really following what Alexia says after that. She just pouts a little bit at her picture, thinking they could have chosen another one. This one isn’t really pretty.

When she goes to bed several hours after that, she is still thinking about Lucy and it was really annoying her. She doesn’t even know the girl, why is she having such an impact on her? She’s almost eager for the training from tomorrow, where she will probably meet her and see how unbearable she is to help her to get over it.

Chapter After

[dis-4str0]

parkour civilization headcanons (YAYAYY)

i have been thinking a lot about the movies recently so here are my dumb silly headcanons because they make me very excited and wanna jump about :PP

inspo from: @finlin000 @harvocel

spoilers? small general tw

evbo and other parkour noobs were extremely malnourished, they were starving essentially, especially since they ate raw meat all the time

because of it being raw meat I think many if you didn’t die or get sent to prisons for reasons you would probably die or get sick often from consuming raw meat, especially if they didn’t change it out often. you could probably imagine the amounts of parasites people consumed because of it

the moment evbo was no longer a parkor noob he refused to eat chicken. even when it is cooked. just the smell or possible mention of it probably making him gag and get flashbacks of having to force down the slimy substance without throwing up (which he did a few times) over and over. Same goes for raw beef but a little less since he managed to tolerate it later.

less angst, more about technicals (idk) >:| !

leather boots for noobs are horrible. after a few years (if one survives long enough) they probably start to rot and fall apart. those things stick like hell since noobs don’t have resources to take care of them. They only benefit being they might grip the ground better.

noob class is the poor class in a kindom, they live in poverty and fear and are only really there to be test subjects (as seen in the prisons) or just a population ig. They are kinda like toys for high class

parkour pro’s have way better boots. They are more sturdy, easier to keep clean and done but nothing too fancy, they are built for work. boots aren’t customizable. more foot at our though

parkour pro’s are the work class of parkour civilization, along with that they are also probably some of the more parkour training focused of the levels (masters as well but probably starting off of knowledged learned as a pro)

the lost civilization (chain or the advanced) is centered around knowledge, mostly around parkour but they are the only level with books/library’s (I think), this also led to the level finding out about parkour racing

parkour advanced boots are like iron except a little more practical. Leg armor and padding armor for the longer jumps on the level too. Especially since they had different areas with different types of parkour

if there was a parkour religion it would mostly be centered on the advanced level

parkour masters are the level of wealth and riches, yes they still have some form of jobs but they run the economy

when you become a parkour master you get the standard gold boots but you are able to customize them to your liking. They can be tailored towards the specific user (example seawatt’s boot are more sandal like.) the boots now have knee padding too and are made to withstand harder and higher jumps

masters like to show off their boots and skills, a lot.

parkour champions have there boots custom made with great care and detail (maybe by a parkour pro or above). Only mad with the best material. stretch up the leg to around the knees. mostly likely always enchanted (hence the regeneration and lack of hunger)

it is an honor to be the one who gets to make the boots though

the parkour champion is treated like the royalty of society and the higher the level you have, the influence you have too.

thats about most of them but I might edit later with more cause I am tired and wanna sleep. Yay 🎉:))

[tmntforeverinmyheart]

I unironically love the mutant apocalypse, and really wish there was more content of it. I mean it paved the way for rises future that fans seem to worship. It’s unfortunate that the designs kinda sucked (looking at you leo) and how the bridge between the mutagen bomb and 50 years into the further is basically unknown. Like how did leo of all people become a cruel wasteland king? What tragic accident befell casey, april and karai for them to be nonexistent? What did raph and donnie do for 50 years? What happened to mikey to make him go crazy? So many questions left unanswered, so im gonna make content of my version of the mutant apocalypse for awhile cause i love them, it feeds my angsty soul lol

Leo retains bits and pieces of his past life. Unfortunately most of his memories have become disconnected from each other. He remembers a man or a mutant? Spikes of metal and skin, silver armour encasing his whole body, the man’s heart, pulsing with green. Green what? Leo didn’t know. He remembers colours, red, purple and orange. One radiating warmth and a fiery temper, one cold and calculating but with a softness, one filled with love and brightness. What do they mean? He thought back to the man (mutant?) how monstrous he looked. looking down at himself he could see the resemblance between the memory and his reality. The man felt most familiar, and unlike the colours was more in focus. He carried an air of superiority and held himself with pride. Leo wanted to be like him. A path has been chosen for him and he will follow it.

Note: Leo does not actually remember his name, I just wanted to make it obvious who the character was.

Tw blood

Donnie and Raph stayed together. Raph had to be his younger brothers protector, in this strange new world their ninja skills wouldn’t be enough, not in the state they were in. They wandered together, searching for their missing family members. Surviving on through the ever changing climate on scraps, raw meat, mutant flesh, it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was staying alive and finding their brothers.

Mikey was separated from his brothers in the aftermath of the mutagen bomb, Eventually finding his way back to the sewer. His home was in disarray. Luckily he still had one friend he could count on. Ice cream kitty practically hug-attacked mikey when he opened the freezer. Mikey stayed in his home, finishing off the food in the fridge and cupboard. There wasn’t much to do really. He played cards with kitty. Failed to meditate, and looked at old photos. 10 years passed by and eventually the fridge and freezer stopped working and he had to go searching for another safe haven to keep his friend from melting. He found a still working pizza place and hunkered down. This pattern continued for a number of years. He traveled all over New York to different grocery, ice cream and pizza stores to keep kitty alive. Mikey became sickly from eating so much outdated and even moldy food. Mikey had to resort to eating his infinite ice cream friend. He grew hair at some point, which was odd (he didn’t even know that was possible), it was curly and unkept. He would braid his hair into different shapes to pass the time. The world around him was crumbling, seeming more and more out of a sci-fi movie everyday. He stayed in his head a lot, imagining a whole new reality where he still had his family. But he couldn’t completely discount his reality, after all he had ice cream kitty.

Until he didn’t…

During his travels, Leo met many mutants. One in particular just wouldn’t leave him alone. Their first encounter was a battle over a rotten carcass. She attacked, wrapping her long body around his lower leg, cutting off his circulation. He attacked her back, swiping at her with his claws. He remembered the man with the spikes, and manipulated the skin of his arm, forming two hard spikes, he swiped at her again. She backed off with a haunted look in her eyes. “Shredder” she said quietly, before slithering away.

[mothmanssweetsucculentass]

Lmao what’s this? I’m back with more Creepypasta headcanons, this time for Eyeless Jack.

TW for the following: graphic descriptions of cannibalism/murder/gore, depictions of drug abuse, lacing food with sharp objects, body horror, and generally anything you’d expect from horror.

THERE ARE NO CENSORS BEYOND THIS POINT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY DISTRESS CAUSED BY MY WRITING.

Eyeless Jack Headcanons

He/they

Obviously no longer human

Still has a humanoid-ish body

“Died” around 2011, physically 22

Dark gray skin with a faint blue-ish tint

His blood is black. Like it’s basically oil or tar now. Moves much slower and is thicker than normal blood. He hasn’t checked but he’s pretty sure all his organs share the same color and viscosity now. Like that one breed of chicken with black organs y’know?

Long ears

Lots of sharp teeth. Practically a shark mouth

Y’know what, I like you. Gives your EJ a jaw that unhinges, a mouth that rips open, and a second jaw further back in his mouth (eel jaw EJ supremacy)

3+ long black tongues depending on his mood and how well fed they are

Because of the multiple mouth appendages he has a soft lisp and often accidentally bites his tongues since they move involuntarily

Eyes are constantly leaking the black sludge. Clothing/face/belongings are always sticky

Constantly salivating the same substance, just thinner/more liquidy

Wears a surgical mask under his regular mask to combat it

Very good sense of smell

Seriously he could smell a specific blood type in the middle of a massacre of a shit ton of bodies

Can’t swim

Reddish-brown wavy hair, forgets to cut it sometimes so he sometimes has a fluffy mullet

Claws that can’t retract

Wears a black trench coat and dark gray turtleneck when actually going out and doing shit, the black hoodie is lounge clothes

Has a tail!!!! Closest resemblance to a lion tail, but larger

Lots of catlike/animal like behaviors unconsciously. Will sit on any elevated surface

Purrs like holy fuck the first time someone hears him do it they freak out

Can also growl and hiss

Despite the animalistic behaviors and feral demeanor he isn’t above being civilized

Mostly calm. Gets the zoomies after eating tho

And by zoomies I mean he’s more excitable and extroverted for a little while

Has probably ran around the woods like a maniac at least once tho

Besides Nurse Ann, he’s the most medically competent of the pastas. People usually go to him for more major injuries or sicknesses

Despite his constant orifice leakage he tries to be as clean as possible

His lab is SPOTLESS

somehow figured out a way to dilute his face goop to clean it better. No one knows how he does it tho

Is still very much a nerd. Loves reading any kind of book he can get his hands on

Starts going blind if he doesn’t satiate his hunger for flesh and organs

If he goes blind before getting food, he’s able to use echolocation pretty damn well

Can also see thermal outlines of stuff if his vision starts going

Eyes aren’t reflective so it’s pretty funny when he’s gargoyling somewhere in the manor in pitch black and someone walks in and gets startled by him sitting there staring into the void

HOW are his footsteps so silent

Dude you’re 5”8 and have a stockier build how do you not make floorboards creek

Can eat normal food, but poses no nutritional value to him

Can halfway survive off raw animal meat in emergencies, but doesn’t give him enough energy for long

Only fully kills someone about once a month, the rest of the time he’s able to meticulously and stealthily steal a kidney from unsuspecting victims without incident

Not that he hates killing or anything like that, he’s just as violent as the rest of the freaks

But he HATES the feeling of losing control he often gets when he indulges the violent urges. So he holds himself back most of the time

Besides murder and organ harvesting he often goes out to steal medical supplies from houses and smaller town clinics

Remember him being a nerd? Likes to impress people with gross biology trivia. Most are about the human body but he knows a ton of animal facts too

“Did you know flies and roaches can still live without their heads” type shit

Can’t cook for shit. He’s not allowed in the kitchen period after one of his organ jars exploded in the fridge due to air pressure bs. Ruined all the food in there

Stores his organs in four different mini fridges in his room and lab

Kidneys give him the most energy but he enjoys flesh more than organs when it comes to taste

His favorite is cheek meat and anything involving the neck

Loves to burst the carotid artery and mess around with the blood like a sprinkler toy

Gives the bones of any corpse he fully consumes to Slender. Has no idea what he needs the bones for but never cares to ask

Friends/close with Ben, Helen, Liu, Ann, Masky, and Hoody

Has a tolerable relationship with Jeff, Kagekao, Slenderman, the Puppeteer, Jane, and Clockwork

Doesn’t get along with/hates LJ and Nina

Sally is TERRIFIED of him. Y’know cause little kids are scared of the doctor and whatnot. He tries his best to be as unintimidating as possible when around her but she still prefers Ann over him

HATES being called EJ. It’s a horrible nickname. What if he walked up to you and called you legless Larry after cutting off your legs?

Abrosexual

Loves loves loves LOVES doing dissections/vivisections. Has somehow been able to convince or bribe the other undead and non human mansion inhabitants to let him do a vivisection on them at least once.

Ben enjoyed it the most because he’s a freak like that

“And this is your heart” “gross……. can I poke it” “yeah ok”

Is unfortunately able to understand the corrupt scripts of [REDACTED] thanks to the ritual that took his eyes and life. Tries his best to ignore it.

Nightmare haver! Is too stubborn to go to someone like Ben or Slender to get them less frequently even though both could easily help him

Kind of an insomniac anyways but since his face is almost always covered no one notices the eye bags

Usually takes the top layer mask off around his friends, or if the other masked pastas take theirs off around them as a sign of mutual trust

Surgical mask on their face stays on constantly unless eating or doing anything privately

Has to keep the meds locked up because Ben, Masky, and Jeff have drug problems

“STOP trying to get high off Benadryl it’s not even allergy season anymore you don’t need it”

Not a “dad” character he just doesn’t like wasting resources like that

Doesn’t care about the actual habits JUST STOP STEALING HIS MEDS

LJ for some reason keeps stealing any of his used needles and scalpels. Jack’s best bet is he puts the sharp objects in candy. Gross.

He’s befriended Seedeater the same way a zookeeper befriends a large dangerous animal

Both have a mutual understanding Seed is NOT a pet

It hasn’t even let them pet or touch it

Does follow him closely like a dog whenever he walks through the forest for any reason

Jack has witnessed it take down and decapitate a bear with a single bite before

If he ever has leftovers or parts of corpses about to go bad that they can’t eat himself, they feed it to Seed

Has a small collection of the black fur and feathers that naturally shed from Seed’s body

Also collects other odd things like animal bones or human teeth

His favorite weird thing they’ve collected is a taxidermied axolotl stolen from a victim’s home

Is also super blunt

Not out of malice, he just has a very technical straightforward way of thinking

Always asks anyone for consent when doing anything physical like medical procedures or even just nudging someone out of the way if he’s trying to get somewhere

HATES being touched without their permission or knowledge

Will bite if provoked. Will bite as a warning too

[devdevlin]

After the epilogue we all know behind the scenes that Tom tortured Hermione, with the kindness of your heart can you give us sweet moments of what Tom did to Hermione?

Hmm does this count as sweet? I don’t know

(Spoilers below)

(TW: Peremo epilogue)

(This is meant to be right after Hermione finds out about Tom killing Harry and Ron’s families)

It wouldn't do her any good, but Hermione didn't care. She punched and kicked, and scratched and screamed with everything she had, not stopping until Tom caught her fists and shoved her back. She bucked and thrashed against his grip, and when he pushed her into her dresser and she couldn't even do that much, she spat, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"

"I know," he said simply.

His words were such a calm contrast to her own, that it spurred her on and her screams became wild.

"Get off me! You monster— you foul—!”

She kicked out at him, but he was bigger than her and he pinned her legs back against the dresser with his own.

With the only weapon she had left, she yelled and yelled, and somewhere along the line, as her throat became raw, her screams blurred together with her sobs.

"Why won't you— I have nothing left!" she screamed. "You've taken everything! I have nothing more to give you, just make it stop!"

She went limp in his hold, her body shaking with the truth of her own words.

Without the prospect of seeing Harry and Ron again, there was nothing of her old life left, nothing but him, and she slumped forward into him as her sobbing turned into an animalistic wailing.

It all gushed out of her, and she was a shell. An empty piece of meat held together by sheer stubbornness and hatred, and she wasn't conscious of moving, wasn't aware that she'd gripped onto the front of his shirt until he brought one of his arms around her and held her head into his chest.

It all came out, everything she had in her, and through it, his hold on her was tight. He didn't let her fall.

He didn't say anything through it, didn't move, didn't hurry her. He held her calmly, his other hand rested on her waist, keeping her standing.

"P-please," she pleaded between her sobs, her voice muffled by his chest. "Please just make it stop."

After what felt like an eternity, Tom loosened his hold on her, and when her sobs had calmed enough for her to hold herself, he pulled back enough to move his hands on either side of her face. His face was blank, entirely void of emotion, and he wiped her tears away with his thumbs.

"Please. I can't— I can't do this anymore," she whispered, voice breaking as she searched him for a single shred of humanity. "I can't live like this."

His mask cracked then, but only slightly, giving away his frustration.

"Please, Tom," she repeated at the sight of him slipping. "Y-you've taken everything, please just— please, take this too. Just for a while. Let me rest."

His nostrils flared. "Why should I?"

"Because I— I can't pretend like this. I can't look him in the eye and keep lying to him. I can't. I can't do it—"

"You will."

She squeezed her eyes closed. "I'll slip. I have nothing left now you've taken them."

"But it isn't them you're grieving. Is it?" he muttered sharply. "Hmm? Because there was no guarantee they'd even be born, not when we've diverged so drastically."

Hermione stiffened. "Tom—"

"Don't lie to me," he hissed, fingers digging harshly into the back of her head, keeping her in place. "They were never going to help you, Hermione. No one is going to help you. No one will ever take you from me."

Her body physically lurched, his words cutting like blades, and she couldn't hold herself anymore.

Tom let her go, and the moment he did, she slipped to her knees.

The room was getting smaller, floor falling out from under her. There wasn't enough air.

"Would it really be so bad?" she vaguely heard him say from over her. "I've given you everything you could possibly need. I've given you time. I've cared for you. I've let you keep the boy."

She leaned forward onto her hands, wheezing for air, but it wasn't enough. Her head pounded, and her skin started to clam up.

"You will get through this, just as you've gotten through everything else."

Hermione couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but shake her head. Her chest was sharply tight, as though the walls closing in around her were wrapping around her and squeezing.

This was going to kill her. She was sure of it.

“P-please,” she wheezed. “I can’t— I can’t—”

Dark spots flooded into her vision, blurring the sight of him crouching down before her.

She reached for him, clawing onto his leg like a lifeline.

“I can’t… breathe. I think— I think I’m going to—" she wheezed, and she hated doing it, but she knew what he wanted, what he always wanted, so she added, "please, M-My Lord."

Tom’s arms, stable and sure, reached underneath her and hooked under hers. He pulled her up, back up to her knees and held her close against him to keep her up.

She turned her head into him, leaning her weight into his chest, and she made out, a quiet groan from the bottom of his throat.

"Imperio."

His quiet curse took her at once, and with it, everything abruptly lifted. The weight around her chest, her worry, her pain; it all drifted from her like the lifting of a veil, and her muscles loosened one by one, letting her rest entirely into him.

It was blissful, painless. Freeing.

And for just a short while, everything was okay.

[idanceuntilidie]

How do you taste like?

Gingerbread man yan x gn reader

Tw: slight yandere themes, very slight body horror.

Requests are open

Recently your friends have been going missing.

It made you feel paranoid and scared, you haven't left your house. You couldn't sleep, couldn't eat. You feared that whatever happened to them, might happen to you next.

You tried researching what might have happened but nothing came up.

The only person who smeed to be safe and sound was: Flynn.

You thank whatever was out there that he was safe. 

He took his time to visit you and take care of you. It felt nice knowing that someone is there to help.

After frew days of such unhealthy living you fainted. You woke up to the smell of gingerbread.

Your eyes flutter open and you are greeted with Flynn looming over you.

He was playing with your hair, and when he noticed you were awake he smiled.

"Hello sleepy head"

Your head hurt, face twisting into a frown you let out a whine, which made Flynn chuckle.

He kissed your forehead and went to your kitchen.

You heard him look for something.

"Left shelf next to the window."

You heard a small thank you and soon after Flynn returned with a glass of water and painkillers. He helped you get up and gave you the medicine and water.

Finally he sat next to you. 

"I found you passed out, you should take better care of yourself y/n" he sighed.

You nodded.

But then a question rised in your head. Did you give him the key to your house? He visits you yes but you let him in.

Or maybe you gave him the key? You head starts to hurt again. You 

"You are so lucky that I'm here hm?"

He rubbed your back and pulled you closer. He smelled like gingerbread and sweets, it made your head spin and itch.

You hoped the painkillers will work soon. 

Flynn seemed to hug you tighter.

"The pills haven't started working yet huh?I know something that will helpyou feel better in meantime.

He chriped and brought his thumb close to your lips, he pressed it on your lower lip to get your mouth to open. You tried squirm away.

"It's okay It's okay just open up" 

After some struggling he got your mouth to open, he placed his thum between your teeth, and he made you bite it off.

Your eyes widened and your first thought was to spit it out. Flynn probably noticed that because he covered your mouth with his hand.

You wanted to thrown up, rip your tongue out and throw everything up. He made you chew it, it crunched a little and it made you feel weak in your body.

You expected to taste the blood and raw meat, instead the taste of gingerbread overflowed your senses. You swallowed it.

"See? This wasn't so bad now was it?"

His grip on you loosened, you took the chance and pushed him away.

You wanted to throw up, that is not normal. How is that even possible?

You looked up to Flynn who just got up and smiled cheerfully.

"It feels amazing doesn't it? You have now a part of me inside you, isn't that wonderful?" 

You backed away, hoping, something that you can protect yourself with will appear.

"You don't need to worry I have been doing this for a while now it basically means we are somewhat married, but after sometime it made me wonder.

He slowly walked to you. His smile unsettling.

There was a deep feeling of guilt and stress building up in your stomach. What the fuck is wrong with him all of the sudden. You let him into your HOME. You don't want to know what else he could have been doing. 

You were backing away until your back hit the wall, Flynn cornered you.

"I wonder what you taste like my dear.

[patataatomica5]

Fear and hunger headcanons and possible plot for a future fanfic part 2 :p

AGAIN TW JUST IN CASE GORE, SA, VIOLENCE OR DEATH IS MENTIONED

Life outside the dungeon yayyy :D

If you can't remember or didn't read the last part the people in the group are Ragnvaldr, Cahara, The Girl and Moonless.

(Go on and read PART 1 if you didn't)

+The way our group ran at the speed of light outside

+At first the sun hurt their eyes, their vision had to assimilate again that there is not just darkness and light coming from a torch.

+The way back to Rondon was a bit long, maybe stopping and properly resting was 2-3 days walking. (It was an old prison, so I guess it had to be away from the population, and also look at all the things hidden beneath)

+ One of the first things they did was finding a river and trying to get rid of the horrible smell that the dungeon left on them, not only sweat, but rotting blood and dirt and all kinds of strange liquids the monsters might have stained them with.

+ After that Rag hunted a deer and fed them fresh roasted meat that didn't make them question how long that food has been sitting there or if it was going to make them nauseous.

+ Moonless chewed on the leftover bones and was given raw meat too.

+ On the way they discarded all the items that weren't useful anymore. Why would they want a dirty rag? They can get clean ones in the city now.

+ Once they arrived they rented a couple of rooms in an inn with whatever money they had left and proceeded to find merchants, colleccionists and rich people who would pay a lot of money for all those weird coins, jewelry and amulets.

+ Cahara didn't keep any of the treasures he found, just gave Ragnvaldr the Cube of the Depths as "it was stolen from your homeland", but he declined for the moment, just until he had somewhere stable to stay.

+ When Cahara had the money he needed, he went straight to the Red Light District, to the familiar brothel her wife was trapped in. As usual, some girls from other brothels tried to take him inside to "just rest and drink something".

+ Before entering he remebered all the times he snuck through her window just to spend time with her. One time he had to hide in the closet because the Madame made a surprise visit to talk to Celeste.

+ With his hart pounding on his chest, he entered inside, and demanded to talk with the Madame.

+ He just dropped the bag full of silver and golden coins to her feet and just said "I want to buy the freedom of Celeste".

+All the girls present backed away and started murmuring while a couple of them ran upstairs to ssearch for her. The elder lady that owned the place was in shock, as Celeste was one of the most expensive girls she owned.

+ After counting the money, she could only let her free, and gave her a couple of hours to pick up her things before going.

+ Cahara told her to only take what meant something to her and was necessary, as he would buy her all the expensive dresses she wanted.

+ The mercenary left the dungeon without looking back, and so did Celeste with the brothel.

+ After that he introduced her to the Girl, Rag and Moonless. She was shocked at what the story they lived in the dungeons, but it was too much and too long to explain, some things she will find out with time.

+ In Cahara's absence, Rag tried to brush the little girl's hair, but it was too matted, it looked like a bird's nest. Maybe it was never brushed before.

+ Celeste cut her hair quite short, sadly it was too tangled :(

+ The girl was a bit sad, but the woman promised it would grow back in no time and even prettier than before. She also cut Cahara's hair so "it would grow back healthier" and gave Rag a trim too.

+ It's also a way of ending that short but hard era and the begining of their new lives outside misery ;)

+ The (old) mercenary started constructing a mansion not too far from Rondon and, gave his bestie Ragnvaldr a house (with at least 5 giant bedrooms) nearby his mansion-to-be.

+ The three of them came to the conclusion that the girl would stay with Celeste and Cahara, as Rag wanted to become a monster hunter and kind of a mercenary to help other people live better, with the condition that he will drop by and visit them every few days.

+ Moonless came along Rag and he began to train more people to beat the darkness and what hid behind the shadows forming a group and later a clan. (also some of them are survivors from Oldegard's dissaster)

+ The Girl has a colorful bedroom full of plushies and toys and dolls. She became a bit spoiled (Celeste and the baby too), because Cahara gave his new family everything they wanted on the spot.

+ And the most important, she had the warmth and the love of a father and a mother and a baby brother :")

+ Also a great teacher that taught her how to read, history, math... And how to speak too! Both husband and wife had to be patient with that. She grew up to be a beautyful and clever woman.

+ Sadly not everything is good, the (old) mercenary often had nightmares with the dungeon or with Nilvan telling him that he lied, he tricked her, and he will pay for it. He will pay the price of not having a good night sleep in probably for ever. (Not being able to sleep was kind of beneficial in a way, because he could let Celeste sleep and he would take care of the baby)

Part 3?????

Also don't be afraid to tell me if something it's wrong, English is not my first language.

[heartbreak-sandwich]

YOU MADE A FOOL OF DEATH WITH YOUR BEAUTY

A/N: HERE IT FINALLY IS!!!! I put so much blood, sweat, and tears into this fic, for real. This one is my baby. A Jennifer's Body AU where Billy Hargrove plays the role of Jennifer. Be sure to pay attention to the content warnings - there are horror themes and smut ahead, so MDNI, 18+ only as usual! 💕 Huge thank-yous to @b1tchygh0sts for giving me the title in an ask game which inspired this fic to even exist, and again to her and @mrprettywhenhecries for reading my draft and encouraging me to keep going!! ily both, and thank you for making this fic possible! 🥰 CONTENT WARNINGS: smut, Billy Hargrove x Tommy Hagan, Billy Hargrove x Jason Carver, tw!vomit, tw!blood, tw!broken bones, oral (m receiving), and denim on denim grinding (if I forgot any, please let me know!!)

Song: Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge WC - 7.2k Read on Ao3 | Master List

YOU MADE A FOOL OF DEATH WITH YOUR BEAUTY

A hand burst through the mud in the darkness, rain splattering all around the earth, cleansing its skin as it raked back handful after handful of fresh dirt until a second hand could break through. It was less than a couple of minutes before the man was able to push himself up out of the ground and stand, shaking the filth off and opening his mouth to the sky to catch as many raindrops as possible.

He was so thirsty.

Taking one last look at the bleak hole he emerged from, he smirked at his headstone: WILLIAM HARGROVE, MAR. 29, 1967 - JUL. 4, 1985, GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN. He started toward the cemetery exit in search of sustenance, his heavy boots squelching in the mud with each step he took.

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“What the hell?” Steve heard a noise at his back door. His parents were out of town, and no one was supposed to be coming over, but you never knew when Robin or Eddie might show up without warning.

Moving to the glass slider, he pushed the curtain to the side, peering out into the empty darkness. He saw nothing. He let the curtain fall back into place and turned back into the living room only to hear the noise again. It sounded like footsteps on the back porch. He retraced his steps, moving the curtain to the side once more and saw –

BOOM! Steve yelped, jumping backwards as a palm pounded against the glass door. He wanted to scream, to run, to fight, but he was frozen where he stood as if invisible hands were gripping his ankles from under the plush carpet. He looked past the dirt covered hand pressed to the glass, and the blood in his veins ran cold.

“Billy?” It was impossible. They buried him yesterday. Billy gripped the handle to the sliding glass door with his free hand and pulled, the lock preventing the door from opening more than half an inch.

Steve heard a low growl followed by a metallic snap as the lock’s latch popped up, and Billy pulled the sliding door open slowly. Steve staggered back a couple of steps as Billy entered the living room dripping grime and rainwater all over the carpet, tracking black muddy footprints with every step.

Billy didn’t say a word as he sauntered past Steve and into the kitchen, his wet boots squeaking across the tile as he wrenched open the fridge. Steve couldn’t think straight. He moved cautiously into the kitchen, watching in terror as Billy knelt down in front of the refrigerator, rummaging through its contents, taking ravenous bites out of everything he could get his hands on.

He pulled a thawing raw steak off of a plate, tearing at the meat with his teeth, swallowing every last bite, and snapping the bone with his bare hands when he was finished just to toss it on the floor behind him.

After a few minutes of Billy gorging himself on food, Steve heard a snap, crack, fizz as Billy cracked a beer, chugging the entire thing, letting the frothy liquid dribble down his chin to his neck, to his chest, some of it landing in little droplets on the steak bones littering the floor. Billy crushed the can in one hand and turned to face Steve, the light from the refrigerator silhouetting him as he sighed in discomfort.

“Billy?” Steve asked again, his voice almost a whisper as his throat tightened with fear. Again, Billy said nothing. He took a single step back before Steve heard a rumbling and a gurgling sound, and Billy opened his mouth. A thick, black, tar-like substance spewed from his mouth, covering the tile, the steak bones, and the toes of Billy’s boots.

The smell was a mix of sulfur and decay, almost activating Steve’s gag reflex as his insides swam and he covered his nose and mouth with the sleeve of his sweater. The amount of liquid leaving Billy’s body was insurmountable as it sizzled and steamed on the floor, dissolving the steak bones into the gelatinous abyss.

Steve swore he saw the tar on the floor moving, swirling, growing spikes that lifted and fell in an eerie rhythm when Billy’s projectile spew finally ceased, and the kitchen was too quiet for comfort. All Steve could do was continue to stare as Billy wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smirked, a dark laugh leaving his throat that seemed to echo from everywhere.

All of a sudden, Billy lunged at Steve, slamming a hand into his chest, forcing his back against the wall, causing a picture to fall and shatter next to Steve’s feet which were lifted inches off the ground.

Billy leaned in close, using his free hand to smooth Steve’s chocolate brown hair away from his tear-filled eyes before touching his nose to the goosebumps on Steve’s neck and taking in a deep breath, surveying the scent of honey shampoo and expensive cologne before finally speaking to him.

“Are you scared, Harrington?” Steve whimpered as his tears spilled over and slid down his cheeks, and nodded his head yes. He could feel Billy’s wet, gritty curls brushing against the side of his face as cold teeth grazed the flesh of his neck and nipped playfully.

Billy smiled against his skin and softly licked a stripe up where he had bitten, feeling the fear emanating off of him – smelling it, even – as Steve trembled in his grasp, soft sobs escaping his chest.

As quick as Steve had been pinned against that wall, Billy let him go, causing him to fall to the ground with a loud thud, and the squeak of boots could be heard fading away as the man moved from the kitchen, to the hallway, to the entryway, and out the front door. Steve covered his mouth and let himself cry, fearing to move in case Billy – or whatever that was – came back for him.

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Steve was absent from work the next day. Eddie stood at the counter of Family Video trying to convince Robin to cancel his late fees. A few other people were browsing the aisles, and Robin was paying them little attention, preoccupied with trying to explain to Eddie she didn’t have a magic wand to wave.

“Look, it’s not even up to me, so don’t give me the act,” Robin sighed, purposely avoiding eye contact with Eddie who was doing his best puppydog pout in a last ditch attempt to get what he wanted.

“It’s not my fault, I swear,” Eddie whined. “It’s somewhere in my room, and I promise I’ll bring it back as soon as I find it, but I really need to take this home today.” He tapped his ringed fingers on the case of Stephen King’s Children of the Corn, and leaned closer to Robin, theatrical desperation in his doe eyes.

“Sorry, Munson. Company policy is a real drag.” Eddie grumbled in defeat and picked up the tape from the counter when the front door’s bell jingled. Everyone in the store turned to look, and it felt like all the air was sucked out of the room as a man with an eerily familiar face strolled leisurely past the cardboard cutouts and gumball machine and towards the front counter.

“What the fuck,” Eddie muttered under his breath, goosebumps popping up all over his skin.

“Oh, my God,” Robin whispered as her eyes widened. She felt cold out of nowhere in the July heat as the man approached them, and both she and Eddie backed away intuitively.

“Hargrove?” Eddie’s voice caught in his throat, and he swallowed hard.

“Munson,” he greeted, his expression stoic as he planted his feet firmly, turning to Robin and shutting Eddie out of the conversation. Eddie took that as his queue to back off, and he hurried down the aisle to his right to put his tape back on the shelf while he tried to eavesdrop because that was impossible. They buried him two days ago.

“Billy? Are you ��” Robin didn’t know what exactly she was trying to ask him, but he cut her off before she could finish.

“Harrington around?” Billy looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, his eyes sunken in and cheeks hollow with flat, unkempt curls framing his gray tinted face.

“No,” Robin said tentatively. “He’s feeling under the weather, so he stayed home today.” Billy’s jaw tightened as he nodded, looking around the room, scowling at the onlookers who busied themselves with the shelves and didn’t dare to look in his direction again.

“All right then,” Billy mumbled, turning back the way he came, his boots making hollow thumps as he exited the building with another jingle of the door’s bell.

Once the coast was clear, Eddie hurried back to the counter and leaned in, fervently whispering, “What the fuck was that?”

“I have no idea, but I know it shouldn’t be happening,” Robin hissed back, her whole body trembling.

“What do we do?” Eddie searched Robin’s eyes, grasping for an anchor that would calm his fear, but she was just as terrified.

“Call Steve,” she concluded, handing Eddie the phone behind the counter. Eddie picked up the handset and scrambled to push the buttons, trying his best to steady his breathing as the line rang.

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Billy hated not having his car. He walked for what felt like hours until he noticed a familiar ride parked outside the corner store. Taking a cigarette out of the pack in his front pocket, he lit it up and leaned against the tan car, waiting for its owner to emerge from the store. Billy was exhausted, so he shut his eyes in the meantime, soaking up the sun’s rays and fantasizing about having his hunger satiated.

“Hargrove?” Tommy Hagan’s voice almost startled Billy, and his eyes fluttered open. Tommy stood in the parking lot with a coke in one hand and his keys in the other, a dumbfounded look on his face as he stared at Billy. “How the fuck –”

“Long time, no see,” Billy called out as he straightened up and approached Tommy, a smirk hanging on his lips. “Got any plans this morning?” Tommy’s mouth ran dry, and he couldn’t respond. There was no way this was happening. “What, are you deaf, Hagan? What’s wrong?” Billy grew impatient as Tommy stood immobile, his mouth hanging open in disbelief.

“Nothing,” he finally managed to choke out. “No plans.” He shook his head as Billy’s smirk bloomed into a smile.

“Cool,” he replied, stepping closer to Tommy. “I’ve got this really top shelf stuff,” Billy almost whispered, patting his pocket with a plastic crinkling sound. “You want to head up to the lake and smoke some before my shift?” Tommy looked around the parking lot which was oddly empty before deciding he really didn’t want to piss Billy off, especially now, after they had just buried him two days ago.

“I’m game,” is all Tommy could say as he moved toward the driver’s side of his car, unlocking it and pulling up on the passenger lock on the inside for Billy. Flicking his lit cigarette into the parking lot, Billy sauntered to the passenger side of Tommy’s car, sliding into his seat before the two of them sped out of the lot and down the main drag, taking the out-of-town turn toward the dirt road to Lover’s Lake.

Tommy swore he was in a dream as he glanced over at Billy who looked like hell despite being alive and in the flesh somehow.

“What the hell happened to you, man?” Tommy tried to keep his tone steady as he attempted to get any information he could from Billy as to how he could possibly be seated next to him at that moment.

“I guess someone made a mistake,” Billy replied, his voice low, eyes fixed on the road ahead of them.

“Big fuckin’ mistake,” Tommy muttered as he turned onto the steep gravel path toward the shore of the lake.

“No kidding,” Billy chuckled.

The two of them exited Tommy’s car and made their way to its front, propping themselves up one by one to sit on the hood where they could look out across the lake as Billy sparked up his joint. He took a long drag, closing his eyes for a few seconds, and passed it to Tommy who did the same.

They shared a few moments of silence before Billy stood up and walked closer to the water’s edge. Tommy finished the joint and stomped it out, following Billy’s lead.

“So are you…okay?” Tommy was legitimately concerned, and Billy could tell. He took a deep breath in and out and turned to look at Tommy.

“Yeah. I think so,” he answered, his eyes seeming empty and colorless.

“You look like shit,” Tommy jested, testing a smile. Billy let out a small laugh and looked back across the lake.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do,” he agreed. There were a few more moments of silence before Tommy felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up in surprise to see Billy lightly touching him, something tender and longing behind his expression. This was not normal.

“Uhh – what’s up?” Tommy didn’t know how to react. Billy had never been gentle, especially not with him or any of his friends, really.

“Being buried in the ground by your loved ones really has an effect on your mind, you know?” Billy’s voice was low, husky, lustful almost, and Tommy’s insides fluttered. Somehow he could tell Billy knew.

“Yeah, I – I can’t even imagine –”

“I feel like I can finally be myself, you know? Express things I never could before.” Billy’s hand slid down to Tommy’s wrist, and he slowly interlaced their fingers together. Tommy started to sweat as his heart thundered in his chest. He definitely knew.

“What do you mean?” Tommy knew it was no use, playing dumb with Billy Hargrove, but it was his last chance to try to compose himself, to keep his secret.

“You don’t think I see the way you look at me, Tommy?” Billy moved both of his hands to Tommy’s hips, turning him slightly so they were facing each other, his tired eyes burning into Tommy’s as he continued. “You don’t think I see the way you look at Steve Harrington?” Billy smiled. “Or Jason Carver?”

Tommy swallowed hard and couldn’t find any words to defend himself with. He let Billy’s hands roam over his hips, his waist, his chest, and one hand slid up to cup his face as Billy leaned in closer, his breath hot against Tommy’s lips.

“Billy –”

“It’s okay. I’m not telling,” Billy’s voice was smooth and savory as his lips ghosted over Tommy’s before he tangled his hand into the back of Tommy’s short chestnut hair and locked their lips together. Tommy sighed into the kiss and finally allowed himself to touch Billy – to melt into him – as their tongues swiped over each other and their bodies pressed together, hands sliding desperately over muscles, dips, valleys, and tousled hair.

Tommy gasped when Billy broke the kiss, both of them panting, pupils blown out from the heat of their desire, and Billy smiled sweetly at Tommy whose kiss-swollen lips turned up in response. In a surge of bravery and want, Tommy pressed his palm against Billy’s jeans and felt Billy’s hard cock twitch in response to his touch. With a lustful gleam in his eye, Tommy lowered himself to his knees in front of Billy who hissed out a dark laugh.

“I always knew you’d be on your knees for me, Tommy,” Billy snarled as he tangled his fingers into Tommy’s hair while his jeans were being unzipped. “Such a good boy for me.” Tommy looked up into Billy’s eyes again, apprehension still lingering in his thoughts before Billy reassured him one last time, “Our little secret.”

Tommy folded down the waistband of Billy’s underwear and his cock sprung free, making Tommy’s mouth water. He used his right hand to pump Billy’s length a few times, his thumb swirling shiny beads of precum around the swollen, pink head before he wrapped his lips around it, eliciting the most delicious moan from Billy.

Tommy used his hands to grip the backs of Billy’s thighs, steadying himself on his knees as he deepthroated Billy’s cock at a steady rhythm, sucking in his cheeks around the girth as saliva leaked from the corners of his mouth.

“Mmm so good for me,” Billy growled between deep moans and hisses of ecstasy. “Keep sucking me just like that,” he commanded as his hands gripped Tommy’s hair tighter, setting his own pace, keeping their eyes locked together.

Tommy’s hands moved up to Billy’s firm ass, and he gripped tightly, digging his nails into the denim clad flesh, making Billy moan even louder. Neither of them even thought about the idea of anyone else happening upon them at the edge of the lake. All that existed was them, and this moment, and this feeling.

Billy’s hips stuttered, and his thrusts grew uneven, and Tommy knew he was close. He dug his nails into Billy’s flesh even deeper, relishing the sweet sounds Billy made in return, and he kept his eyes fixed on the man above him only to see something change in his face.

Billy’s eyes were almost black, his blissed out smile twisting up to reveal rows of razor sharp teeth, and his grip on Tommy’s hair turned from painful to gruesome. Tommy tried to free himself, tried to stand up, tried to push himself away, but Billy was too strong.

Billy lifted Tommy effortlessly by his hair, and Tommy was gasping for air, his throat finally empty again as he tried his best to choke out words.

“Billy, please, no!” Billy was lifting Tommy up, one of his hands clamping down around Tommy’s throat as he lifted him high into the air, more teeth protruding from his grin now as his eyes glazed over with deep, black, nothingness.

A low growl resounded from Billy’s chest, ringing out in multiple dissonant tones as if there were hellish harmonies echoing all around the two of them, and a single tear fell from Tommy’s eye while he kicked his legs and clawed desperately at Billy’s wrist just before his airway was crushed.

An agonizing silence blanketed over Lovers Lake and the forest surrounding it, and Tommy Hagan never made it to work that night.

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“I don’t know, Eddie, please just drive faster,” Robin pleaded over Eddie’s twenty questions about whether Steve usually answers his phone in the morning, what he was doing last night, or why Billy might be looking for him.

Robin was trying her best to keep her cool even though her brain was running a million miles per second. She knew anything she could come up with had to be worse than what was actually happening, and she kept trying to convince herself they were going to show up to find Steve asleep in his bed recovering from the food poisoning he said he had when he called in to work.

Eddie’s van turned the corner and stopped with a screech in the Harringtons’ driveway. Before he could ask another question, Robin had already unbuckled her seatbelt and was taking quick strides toward the front door.

Eddie followed behind her, his hands trembling as he willed himself to be quiet because even he couldn’t stand talking about another possible scenario in which Steve might not be okay. Robin knocked loudly on the front door. The two of them stood close together and waited for the familiar sound of footsteps coming down the stairs inside, but they heard nothing at all.

Robin knocked again, louder this time, her panic reaching an inconsolable level. She shouted for him as she knocked a third time.

“Steve?” And a fourth time. “STEVE!!!” Finally, without warning, the front door opened a couple of inches, and they saw Steve’s bloodshot eyes peeking from behind the door. His hair was a disheveled mess, and there were dark stains all over his yellow sweater.

“Jesus, man, what’s going on?” Eddie pushed past Robin, helping himself into the Harringtons’ living room and giving Steve’s shoulders a firm squeeze. Robin followed him in and closed and locked the front door behind them. She took a spot at Eddie’s side, attempting to push some of Steve’s hair back into place as his eyes darted anxiously between her and Eddie.

“I’m – I’m s-sorry,” Steve stammered nervously as he rested his hands on Eddie’s wrists to steady himself. He shook his head, trying to think straight when Eddie pulled him in for a tight hug.

“It’s okay, man. Don’t worry. We’re here now. Just breathe for a sec,” Eddie soothed as he held Steve, locking eyes with Robin who echoed his expression of serious concern. Robin noticed a horrific stench in the air and followed its trail into the kitchen where she nearly gagged when she saw the mess.

“Oh, my god,” she gasped as she quickly covered her nose and mouth. Gelatinous, black goo was splattered sporadically on the floor, cabinets, walls, and refrigerator. It dripped downward in thick globs, some of it dried and crusted to the various surfaces, and other bits bubbling and seeming to breathe where it was pooled.

The smell was worse than any roadkill Robin had ever encountered, a mix of rotting meat and sulfur, and she finally gagged, backing out of the room, and returning to where Eddie and Steve were just breaking away from their hug. “Steve, the kitchen is –”

“I know, okay? I know,” Steve interjected, running a hand through his pile of unkempt hair and taking a deep breath. “I don’t even know where to start with this,” he groaned, leaning back against the wall with a sigh.

“Let’s go sit. You can tell us when you’re ready,” Eddie decided as he gave Steve’s shoulder a nudge and made his way to the couch.

“Yeah. Sitting is good,” Robin agreed, following Eddie’s lead. The three of them sat down on the couch with Steve in the middle, and he commenced telling his story.

“This is going to sound insane,” he started, rubbing his temples with his fingertips. “But last night…Billy was here. He showed up on the porch, and he was all covered in dirt and shit, and – and the door was locked, but he – he got in anyway. It was like magic.” Steve’s eyes seemed far away as he spoke, images of the previous night flashing in his mind like a film reel.

“We saw him, too. He came into Family Video asking for you,” Robin said softly, resting a hand gently on Steve’s knee while Eddie nodded in agreement before furrowing his brows in confusion.

“Wait. So he…unlocked the door…with his mind?” Robin and Steve stared at Eddie in disappointed silence for a few seconds. “Sorry. Just…making sure I’m keeping up here.” Steve shook his head slightly and resumed his story.

“Anyway, he got in, and he just wasn’t himself. I mean, he’s normally an asshole, but this wasn’t…assholery. This was something – something evil, I think. God, I don’t know. It sounds so stupid –”

“No, Steve. Nothing sounds stupid after everything we’ve seen,” Robin reassured him.

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed. “Keep going, man.” Eddie leaned in closer to Steve as he started again.

“So he went to the kitchen, and he was just…eating. He ate everything, even the raw meat, and the bones –” Steve closed his eyes as the images continued to flash in his head. “He just snapped them like they were twigs.” Steve’s eyes were wet with tears as he spoke, and Robin gave his knee an encouraging squeeze. “He ate everything, and then he chugged a beer, which isn’t really out of character, but the whole thing was weird. Then he –” Steve stopped again and closed his eyes as his tears escaped and flowed down his cheeks.

“He what, Steve?” Robin’s voice was barely above a whisper as she urged him to finish his story.

“He…threw up. Everywhere. It was black, and I swear it was moving and changing.” Steve sniffled, and Eddie rested a hand on Steve’s shoulder.

“And that’s what all the black stuff is?” Robin looked toward the kitchen, and Steve nodded, looking down at the dark stains all over his sweater.

“And then he just…came at me,” Steve continued. “He pinned me against the wall and lifted me, like, a foot off the ground like I weighed nothing. I mean, Billy’s strong, but no one’s that strong.” Eddie and Robin exchanged a worried look again, and Steve took another deep breath. “Then he talked to me, but his voice wasn’t…it wasn’t just one voice. It came from everywhere at the same time. I said I was scared, and then he just left. He dropped me on the ground and left, and I haven’t seen him since.” Eddie gave Steve’s shoulder a squeeze as Steve wiped his nose with the sleeve of his sweater.

“It’s okay, Steve. We’re here now, and we won’t leave you alone. Whatever’s going on, Billy can’t mess with all of us at the same time. We’re too smart for that,” Robin reassured him. Eddie nodded in agreement and put his arm around Steve, pulling him in for a secure side hug.

“I’m going to call Gareth and tell him practice is canceled today,” Eddie declared, standing up and wiping his hands on his pants.

“Call Jonathan, too,” Robin instructed. “We can use all the reinforcement we can get.” Eddie nodded and made his way to the kitchen phone, using his bandana as a makeshift mask so he didn’t have to breathe in the rancid scent of Billy’s leftover regurgitation. Robin stood up, taking the blanket from the back of the couch and tucking it around Steve’s front.

“What are you doing?” Steve still looked nervous.

“You need to get some rest, Steve. I can tell you haven’t slept, and I don’t blame you,” Robin said, smoothing the blanket over him. “It’s okay. We’ll be right here, watching the whole time.” Steve shuffled under the blanket and leaned down on the arm of the couch.

“You promise?”

“Cross my heart,” Robin replied, drawing a haphazard X over her chest, giving Steve a small smile that he returned before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

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Billy’s confident strut up Tina’s driveway was noticed by every single person present. He was dressed in a pair of dark blue, form fitting jeans belted high on his waist with his red button-down tucked in and hanging half open, exposing his muscular chest adorned with his usual necklace.

His hair was perfectly coiffed, his sandy curls bouncy and shining once again, framing his sharp jawline. He smirked around his cigarette, his ocean eyes glinting like the edge of a switchblade, and he was loving the attention he was getting as he made his way to the front door.

Upon entering Tina’s living room, Billy received even more reactions than he had outside. Some people gasped, whispering, side eyeing him nervously, while others high fived him and welcomed him back to the land of the living.

He stayed a man of few words throughout the beginning of the party, moving from room to room until he came to the upstairs balcony. There was a small group of people there minding their own business, talking amongst themselves, and Billy moved to the edge of the balcony and leaned on the railing, his gaze locked on target.

Jason Carver was standing in a group of boys in matching letterman jackets telling a stupid story, eating up the way the boys pretended to idolize and humor him just to keep a seat at his table. Billy smiled to himself, snuffing his cigarette out in an ashtray on the railing, silently stalking his unwitting prey. Jason made a show of lifting a keg in front of his band of brothers who cheered him on and clapped him on the back, and Billy scoffed.

“Just you wait, Carver,” he muttered to himself. “Tonight will be the workout of your life.”

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Eddie’s van parked across the street from Tina’s house, and the gang exited the vehicle, everyone trying to maintain a normal stride as they approached the house.

“Are you sure he’s here?” Jonathan had more questions than Eddie had at the start.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Robin replied impatiently. “Heather told Holly, who told Win, who told Beck, who told Gareth, who called Steve’s house to tell Eddie Billy was back from the dead.”

“Let’s just hope we find him before he finds us,” Eddie muttered anxiously, his eyes scanning over the crowd as the group entered the living room. Steve stayed toward the center of his group for fear of being snatched away from the outskirts of the waves of people they passed. The four of them emerged from the house into the back yard, surveying the different groups of people before a voice piped up from one of circles around a keg.

“Eddie “The Freak” Munson!” It was Jason Carver. Eddie rolled his eyes as Jason walked forward out of his circle.

“Not now, Carver. I’m busy.” Eddie tried to walk past Jason who slapped a hand to his shoulder, stopping him in his path.

“Busy doing what? Looking for recruits for your satanic moonlight chant tonight?” Jason’s hand on Eddie’s shoulder tightened, and Eddie gritted his teeth as Jason’s followers snickered and jeered behind him.

“Assholes attract other assholes, so maybe you can help us,” Steve called, stepping forward, pushing Jason’s chest with a single finger, and standing in between Jason and Eddie. Jason’s hand fell from Eddie’s shoulder, and his expression turned from amusement to tense annoyance as Steve questioned him. “Where’s Hargrove?” Jason smirked.

“Last I checked he was in the ground where he belongs. That guy was a menace,” Jason replied with a chuckle.

“Why don’t you come up here and say that to his face?” There was a voice from up above them, booming out over the crowd in the back yard. Steve and his group turned around as Jason and his followers looked up toward the balcony, and there he stood in the flesh – Billy Hargrove, back from the dead.

“Holy shit,” Jason muttered, shooting a nervous sideways glance at Eddie.

“Oh, me? No, not this time,” Eddie reassured with a coy smile and a nod, clasping his hands behind his back and following as Steve, Robin, and Jonathan made a beeline for the back door of the house, leaving Jason to do his mental gymnastics over the current happenings.

Billy was waiting to greet the foursome as they stepped onto the balcony, and all they could do was stare. He looked better than before, if that were even possible. Billy sighed and pulled a cigarette out of his pack, twirling it in his fingers.

“Been looking all over for you, Harrington. Glad you could make an appearance,” he mused, making sharp eye contact with Steve.

“Well, here I am,” Steve answered sheepishly. “What the hell is going on?” Steve tried to keep his voice low so as not to give them away to any bystanders.

“What do you mean?” Billy played dumb, an exaggerated look of dismay disguising his smirk.

“I mean what is going on with you? Last night? My kitchen is probably condemnable now. You looked like shit, and now you’re – you’re all –”

“Hot again,” Eddie finished as everyone else nodded in agreement and Steve rolled his eyes. Billy chuckled and almost blushed at the compliment. He was really eating up all this adoration.

“To be honest, I don’t really know what’s going on, but all I have to do is spill a little blood, and I feel better than ever,” Billy drawled, his pearlescent smile flashing in the dim light.

“Spill a little blood?” Robin looked at him, incredulous, and Billy shrugged, giving her an affirmative nod.

“Oh, and watch this,” he added, holding his cigarette in his mouth. He snapped his fingers, and the end of the cigarette ignited in a single flame that died down until only the smoldering cherry remained. Everyone’s eyes widened as Billy grinned with pride. “Pretty cool, huh?” Eddie seemed the most impressed by that party trick and wanted to know more.

“How did you –”

“I’m sorry,” Robin interrupted. “You’re killing people?!” Billy’s expression soured.

“No,” he replied, obviously offended. “I’m killing jocks. Jocks are just placeholders. They come, and they go.” Billy glared at Robin who had been rendered speechless, her mouth hanging open in bewilderment.

“This might be a stupid question,” Steve reasoned. “But if that’s the case, why didn’t you kill me when you had me pinned to a wall in my kitchen alone in the dark?” Billy scoffed.

“Well, you’re not exactly King Steve anymore,” Billy answered as he puffed on his cigarette. Steve shrugged, realizing he couldn’t disagree, and if that meant he was safe from born-again Billy, that was fine with him.

“So when Carol says she’s been looking everywhere for Tommy…” Jonathan trailed off when he noticed the deadly look in Billy’s eyes at the mention of Tommy’s name. That was all the answer any of them needed. Billy snuffed his cigarette out in the ashtray and cleared his throat.

“As lovely as this reunion has been, I’ve got some important business to attend to.” Billy nodded his goodbye with a final, “Boys – Buckley,” before disappearing back into the house, leaving Steve, Eddie, Robin, and Jonathan to exchange worried looks before deciding to head back to Steve’s house to plan their next move.

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Jason bid his friends good night as they drove away in Troy’s car and set out down the street on foot. His house was only a few blocks away, so he didn’t mind the walk on that warm July evening. He was about halfway home when he heard the roar of an engine in the distance behind him, and the sounds of Metallica’s Jump in the Fire grew louder as a shiny blue Camaro pulled up alongside him. Jason stopped as the passenger side window rolled down to reveal Billy Hargrove smirking at him with a cigarette between his lips.

Jason scoffed and stared back at Billy as the music grew quiet. Billy took his cigarette between his fingers, smirk growing into a flashy smile as he looked Jason up and down, making sure the gesture was completely obvious.

“The fuck do you want, Hargrove?” Jason stayed on his side of the street, feeling uneasy after Billy had overheard his comments at Tina’s party.

“Just a piece,” Billy answered, his expression serious, turning on the fuck-me eyes and hoping Jason would take his bait because it was delectable bait after all. Jason’s eyebrows shot up, and he tsked.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jason stepped closer to the Camaro as Billy hissed out a laugh.

“I’ve heard the rumors about you, Carver,” Billy teased, still beaming through the window. “And I’m sure you’ve heard the ones about me, too,” he drawled, keeping his lustful gaze locked on Jason who took another cautious step toward the car.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jason countered, crossing his arms in defiance. Billy just laughed.

“Let’s not play games, Carver. I know what you said about me at Tina’s party was just a ruse. You don’t want anyone else to know, but you do a bad job of keeping it a secret, you know that?” Jason shook his head and scoffed again as he looked around – not another car or person in sight.

“In your dreams, Hargrove,” he spat, taking a step back before Billy let a line drop that Jason was never expecting to hear.

“I know about you and Tommy Hagan.” Billy’s voice dripped from his lips like honey drizzled over suede, and Jason knew he couldn’t lie anymore.

“What is this, blackmail?” Jason’s blood roared in his ears as his palms started to sweat. Billy shook his head, still smiling.

“Of course not. Get in. Let’s…talk.” Jason would never admit it, but his heart grew hopeful in that moment. The hottest guy in Hawkins was picking him up to cruise around in the dead of night, knowing what he and Tommy did when they cruised around alone at night, and he thought maybe this was his chance.

Jason glanced around one last time to make sure no one was lurking to see what he was about to do. With no one in sight, he jogged toward the passenger door of Billy’s car and got in.

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The Camaro rolled to a stop in the Hawkins High School parking lot, and the two boys exited the car.

“What are we doing here?” Jason was confused. He thought they’d go to one of the abandoned cabins the basketball team partied in or up to Lovers Lake. He wasn’t expecting to visit his own high school.

“Going down to the field. I know a spot,” Billy answered, flashing his signature smile. Jason followed Billy around the building and to a chain link fence that wrapped around their end of the football field. Billy hoisted himself up and easily climbed to the top of the fence, dropping down on the other side. Jason followed suit a little less gracefully, and to his surprise, Billy grabbed Jason’s hand, interlacing their fingers, and led him across the grass to the trees at the edge of the field.

The two of them walked in silence. Billy’s hand felt warm in Jason’s, and it made his stomach come alive with butterflies which he almost felt embarrassed about. Chrissy didn’t give him butterflies like that. He didn’t have time to think too much about what it meant before they emerged in a clearing with an old picnic table in the center.

“How’d you know this was here?” Jason let himself bask in the whimsy of their midnight rendezvous at a secret picnic table in a forest clearing just outside of their school grounds. He felt, for a moment, like he was living in a movie where he was the main character, and maybe, just maybe, he would find a happy ending here. Billy smiled and turned toward him.

“There are so many times I’ve wanted to escape, and it’s important to have places to go. I always find them,” Billy drawled, letting a hand settle on Jason’s waist, their eyes meeting as a comfortable silence engulfed them.

“So the rumors about you are…true?” Jason tried not to sound too giddy as he posed the question, and Billy pulled him in closer. Jason could smell mint gum and spicy aftershave as the tips of their noses touched together.

“Every single one,” Billy whispered, his breath hot on Jason’s lips. Jason didn’t know what to say next. They were so close, almost every part of them touching, and Jason wanted nothing more than to crash his lips into Billy’s in their secret spot in the dark and soak in every moment of pleasure he possibly could before it was over…and so he did.

Jason leaned in, touching his lips to Billy’s, tasting the sweet sting of mint on the edge of their kiss as Billy’s hand moved to the back of Jason’s neck, deepening the kiss and sighing into his mouth. The steamy smacking of their lips locking over and over was the only sound that filled the darkness around them, and Jason’s hands found Billy’s hair, snaking his fingers into the curls and pulling slightly, pulling a moan from Billy’s lips as their kiss broke so they could each catch their breath.

Billy smiled as Jason’s hands stayed tangled in his hair, and his hands roamed down to cup Jason’s ass, giving it a playful squeeze.

“A little rough okay with you?” Billy’s expression was sweet and coquettish, eyelashes batting as he waited for Jason’s response.

“Anything you want is exactly what I’m looking for,” he answered, pulling just slightly harder on Billy’s hair before their lips collided again, this time with more fever, more passion, more fury than before.

Neither of them could be sure how they got there, but within minutes they were on the ground together. Billy was on top of Jason, straddling him as their steamy kisses continued, tongues swiping over each other while Billy pinned Jason’s arms to the ground above his head. Jason let out a low laugh and arched his back, grinding his hips up into Billy’s, and Billy moaned.

“Patience is a virtue, Carver,” Billy teased, licking along Jason’s bottom lip before giving it a playful bite. Jason groaned and bucked his hips up into Billy’s again, longing for any friction that might give him even the smallest bit of release.

“Hard to be patient when you’re on top of me like this,” Jason admitted, gripping Billy’s hips with both hands and grinding his rock hard bulge against Billy’s jeans. Billy adjusted himself so he could move against Jason, thrusting slowly, grinding his own hard cock against Jason’s, the denim between them heating up slightly with the repetitive motion.

Billy returned Jason’s hands to their position, pinned above his head on the ground, as Billy’s hips moved on top of him, both of them panting heavily, letting out moans when it felt too good to stifle them anymore. Billy picked up the pace and sat up straight, letting Jason’s hands come back to his hips, Jason’s fingertips digging into Billy’s hot flesh as their desperate sounds filled the space between them entirely.

“I’m gonna make you cum for me, Carver,” Billy sneered through gritted teeth as he grinded himself harder and faster against Jason. “I’ll make you cum in your jeans like the desperate little slut you are for me.” Billy’s words sent Jason over the edge, and he moaned louder, his back arching up into Billy’s friction as he spilled over into his jeans.

“Fuck, Billy, I’m cumming. Please don’t stop,” Jason whined as he let his orgasm overtake him, his cheeks flushing crimson at what he had just done.

Billy brought his hand down to the warm, sticky, wet spot on Jason’s crotch, gathering what little fluid had soaked through the denim onto two of his fingers, locking eyes with Jason as his fingers brushed Jason’s lips. Jason opened his mouth as Billy pushed his fingers in, swiping them around on his tongue before Jason sucked sinfully on them, his cheeks hollowing around Billy’s digits, his eyes closing at the wicked sensation.

“That’s right,” Billy whispered. “Such a good boy for me.” Jason’s eyes fluttered open, and to his horror, Billy had changed – his eyes were completely jet black. The once deep pools of cerulean lust were replaced with dark, abysmal nothingness, and the smile that had given Jason butterflies had grown into a twisted display of long, razor sharp teeth that couldn't possibly fit into Billy’s mouth.

Billy laughed darkly, his voice coming from everywhere all around them at once, and Jason panicked, kicking his legs under Billy, trying his best to push him off, but to no avail. Billy was too strong.

Billy gripped Jason’s upper and lower jaw with each of his hands on the inside of his mouth. Jason could smell the sick, putrid stench of rot as Billy leaned in close to him and growled before he used every ounce of strength he had to pull in opposite directions, the cracking of bones preceding a scream that tore through the trees and echoed across the Hawkins High football field.

And then the night was quiet once again.

Tag List 💕@b1tchygh0sts @mrprettywhenhecries @applewillowstone @imyourdaninow @destroya2005 (I tried to update any urls that might have changed! This is a repost, and the original post is no more)

[undead-maggot]

Possible TW for slight gore/body horror(?

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Zombie!Wally! Dont worry! He doesnt bite 🐛

"eat your brain? Why would i do such thing neighbor?"

I dont have that much story/backstory for him right now but i still really wanted to share this fun idea i had!

• Content warning about me info dumping silly things about him /j (+ puppet zombie!wally drawing) ⬇️

• Maybe something i can tell you guys about is that his bite cant/wont turn other people into zombies 🐛

• he doesnt/cant feel a lot of pain! (due to most of his nervous system being dead or not working entirely) So dont worry about his exposed muscles or his hanging eye

• he loves to feel and/or hear the sound of the heartbeat since he doesnt have a heartbeat, he likes to put his hand on someones chest or rest his head in it to hear/feel it! (specially barnabys heartbeat!) I think it would kinda be like some sort of love language of his!

• he likes to eat meat! Sometimes raw sometimes cooked (dw, he still really loves apples + he can still eat them if he wanted to, he just kinda prefers to look at them more than eat them ^^)

• he loves warm things! Since his body is really cold he likes touching, holding or being with something or someone who is warm! A heating blanket for an example!

K enough info dumping for now 😭, anyways heres puppet zombie!wally! This au is mainly for the human version of wally but its totally okay to draw him as a puppet!

Hope you like it!! 🐛

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

🦜 i feel like cannabilism dosent start until s4 cuz,,cabin in the woods during winter and snow storms…but shes def been doing freaky things her whole, eating raw meat, possibly causing animal deaths and eating them, yk just casual stuff. i also agree w jenny anon tho, i think being lil freaks just runs in the family

Tw, eating disorders/PICA, ocd, cannibalism, auto-cannibalism (self-cannibalism), skin picking

I’ve been discussing it on discord actually, and we were talking about how if she began showing cannibalistic tendencies as a kid. Sort of similar to PICA, in a way (but not PICA, since most pica definitions state it has to be ‘non edible’ object.)

Like she had a habit of biting kids a bit too hard, and chewing at her nails, and the insides of her cheeks, and picking at her scabs to eat them. Mostly auto-cannibalism, but with some external biting occurring. It would likely be diagnosed as an OCD, on account of it mostly presenting as the auto-cannibalistic traits, but whether or not it would actually be an ocd isn’t something I’ve properly researched.

And so it’s kinda things like that which could also influence the cannibalism starting date. Because it doesn’t always need to start off as hunting mfers down to eat them. Sometimes it’s just a mentally ill kid who gets a bit of a taste for human flesh.

But yeah I agree. Regardless of when it starts off (s4 being a pretty good starting point), shes always been… weird.

[offmychest-official]

(HUGE TW: GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF GORE, DEAD ANIMALS, ETC)

A few days ago, I found a dead rabbit in the street. It looked like it had maybe been attacked by something, likely a cat, and then its body had been run over.

I've always been interested in bone collecting and vulture culture, so I picked it up and took it home.

I decided to clean the bones using a technique called maceration, which involves letting the animal decompose by putting it in water and allowing anaerobic bacteria to form, which causes the flesh of the animal to decompose and leave clean bones behind.

However, to prepare the animal for this process, there needs to be as little flesh on the bones as possible. (It greatly speeds up the process.)

This involves skinning, gutting, and "fleshing" (removing as much flesh/muscle/etc from the bones as you can) the animal.

I know the rabbit was already dead. I know I wasn't hurting it. But feeling the razor blade cut through skin, muscle, tendons, piercing soft flesh and organs, feeling the texture, the awful squishiness and slipperiness of the inside...

I feel horrible. I feel like I'm an absolutely awful, monstrous person. How could I do that? Ripping it to pieces. Cutting it open and slicing its spine out with a fucking razor blade. Tearing the skin from its leg and watching it peel off, turning inside out like a fucking sock as I pulled it off its foot.

I can still smell it. It didn't even smell bad. It was like wet dirt mixed with a slight hint of raw meat.

I didn't even bury the rabbit. Just put it into a trash bag and threw it in the garbage.

I feel so guilty and disgusting. I just had to get this off my chest.

I'm so sorry.

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[rodyaaquata]

I think you all need to know more about my precious f/o's and my beloved selfsona ^_^

Their name is Rodya or Salt, they're werewolf and a guess they seventeen (just like me hehe)

So, i know that no one (even bros who knows Russian) would understand what i writed on this "ref" so i guess i should make it a bit clear (and + for myself)

Genderless

Possibly aroace

Smokes

Animal habits are pronounced too clearly

Likes to show up unexpectedly in places (and scare others with it)

Nice youngish, positive

Turns in a wolf because they want to or because of intense bad emotions

Know English and French

Sasha (nein) their crush/boyfriend/whatever they just like him very much

Loves raw meat

I remember that i said earlier that i don't have a story for them, what actually partically true, but i once write somethin abt them and you know, they remind me of mery sue a little bit.

TW next i would talking about some unpleasant things like sex, drugs and bad childhood/parents

If i would talking completely honestly, most of things that i put through my sweet selfsona i experienced myself.

They didn't had a really good environment as child, father was one of abusers, mom wasn't sure how dealing with her own emotions and most of childhood Salt was neglected. I myself was going through something bad as child but i wouldn't say because I'm not fully comfortable yet, but Salt themself worked in porn industry because they didn't know anything better and because of this they have hypersexuality.

I had thoughts that they would had worked as drug dealer, it would make their past more darker, but I'm still thinking about it.

Actually i think everything i do to salt is just makes their life so pathetically bad, at least in past. And yes they are traumatized.

And once i did a "Humanization" of their "inner self"

St. Cutted form of "Salt"

It uses it/it's/itself pronouns

Also like with Salt themself earlier there some notes

"Rodya's inner self"

Creepy dude

Very Impulsive

Lies alot

It's physical form sees only Rodya/Salt and not everytime

Have mental problems (although i think This is the embodiment of all possible problems that Salt themselves have)

Not nice bro, not positive

It design was a bit different some time but once i accidentally drawn Rodya with star on eye and that give me an idea of make this a really weird and cool part of St.

Idk what else tell about it, but i like draw it alot too

I also have a younger version of Salt ^_^

And for young one i use he/him prns, he here about ten?? Or eleven. Innocent little lamb.

Here also a little more of Salt themself

Aaand ref with all of them

Annd here we go to my fo's!!!

Uhhm uhh so i hope you know that fo it's not only about romantic one

Sasha Nein is 100% my romantic f/o ^_^

I can mumbling about him for sooo long, but for now all i would say that I'm not sire about dynamic between him and salt, sometimes i like them being all nice but then i feel that rebzyxx songs are very them

Raz/Max it's like,,,,,, little siblings or kids to take care of, tehehe

Idk what much tell about them

Dion is really good brother for Salt. Sometimes Dion reminds me of Salt and i guess they would be great siblings (quarreling because they also both damn stubborn)

Postal Dude/Rodion/Daniel I consider like friends. Especially Dude. They like besties ^_^

And there left Irene. She new one actually and I'm still not sure about what kind of relationship she would have with Salt but i think about something more like "familiar" one too. Or romantic??

I still thinking about it.

[zozo-333]

Alien AU scenario

I have too many free time so I write more stuff for this

TW: gun

(Energy is energy 1)

Scott: *eat dirt*

Courtney: Ew you're weird

Also Courtney: *Process to chuck down whole bottle of olive oil*

(Energy is energy 2)

Chef: *walk into the kitchen*

Chris: *Aggressively eating raw potatoes*

Chef: *leave kitchen*

(Energy is energy 3)

Alejandro: I'm very concerned about you guys eating habits

Tyler with meats stuffed in his mouth: What?

Izzy drinking raw eggs from the mug: Huh?

Owen being Owen: What's wrong with how we eat?

Noah chewing a butter bar: Everyone have different preferences, get over it

(Telepathy required physical touch, slightly Gwortney)

Courtney: Alejandro is going to be a problem

Gwen: Yeah, we have to get him out as soon as possible

Courtney: But now, we lay low, don't be suspicious…

Gwen: He won't know a thing…

Alejandro: Why are they staring at me with arms linking?

(Don't worry she's fine)

Sierra in confessional: I know everything about everyone here, except for some reason I cannot find anything of them before four, Or what's Chris doing before working in the industry. But as a honor Total Drama number one fan, I will do ANYTHING I can to dig up everything about them

Chris watching the monitor: Yeah maybe we make this show a little bit too famous

DJ: What do we do?

Lindsay: I don't know, mind control gun?

Noah: Nah, we need the local tool for this(pull out a pistol)

(Green Jello)

Courtney: How can you guys eat this? It looks just like that jerk commander who banished us

Leshawna: I'm hundred percent agree with you girl, that's why everytime I see this thing I want to do this

Leshawna: *Smashed the jello with full force* THAT'S FOR DITCHING US IN ANOTHER GALAXY YOU FUCKER——

(Act for the show)

Harold: This is the battery replica for the mind control gun, the efficacy is low but it's the safest sample I have so far

Duncan: Thanks dude, you're a life saver. You have no idea how many times I have to—

Geoff: Intern coming!

Duncan: Shit *Shove all the equipment under the bed and grabbed Harold by the collar* Hey loser…I'll punch you!

Harold: (whispering) That's the best you can do?

Duncan: (whispering) Just act scare!

(Somepoint in AS)

Mal: *Sneak into Duncan's room to sabotage*

Duncan: *Sleeping with him arm turn into a machete*

Mal: *Quickly sneak out the room*

(Long hair supremacy)

Heather: Want to see something cool?

Cody: What?

Heather: *Move her hair like an octopus legs and picked Cody up with it*

Cody: Wow this is awesome!

(Childhood memories…kind of)

Chris: Just curious, what's the closest time of you guys from getting exposed

Harold: Everytime when I have medical examination

Tyler: Hit by the truck and forget to act injured

Gwen: Change my hair colour in front of my nana, good thing my mind control gun still have power left

Heather: The little boy in the house break into my room while I'm playing with my hair

Cody: Shouting "Hi homos!" at first day of daycare cause I thought homo is short for 'homosapien'

[hellaintgotshitonme]

Hi, this is my first time posting my writing. Long time lurker and reposter in the whump community and I finally think something is good enough to post. If you have any advice please let me know and please don’t be too mean. Thanks!

**TW** Beating, Broken bones, Blood, Drowning, Kidnapping, Vampires, Hanging from a meat hook, vulgar language

“And that’s for spitting out your food that I so graciously fed you!”

Rhys bit down on his gag as tears stream down his face. The vampire’s boot connects yet again with his already broken ribs, skin sliding across the dirt and grit on the floor. His bruised and broken body was desperate for a break, one that he feared he wouldn’t live to see. How could he from his personal hell?  There were no windows, no way to know if anybody was even looking for him.

When the current beating stopped momentarily he tried to force his lungs to expand past the painful crunch and pop of his ribs, desperate for the black spots in his vision to dissipate. That was apparently not allowed this time as the vampire roughly grabbed his chin, forcing Rhys to meet his cold, unfeeling eyes.

“Did you hear a word I said you useless sack of shit?” The words were spit in his face, cold breath and the scent of his own blood wafting to his nostrils. Rhys shook his head, pain radiating down his neck and across his back. “Of course you didn’t, stupid bloodbag." The vampire roughly shoved Rhys away, the latter being unable to support his weight and collapsing to the grimy floor. Dirt and debris clung to his skin, sticking in the blood oozing from multiple open wounds.  "Whatever. You’re a mess from spitting out your food. I’ll give you a wash then hang you up to dry.”

Rhys tried to beg through his gag, incomprehensible whimpers muffled by the dirty cloth. Not that it would have mattered anyways. He knew what was about to happen but that wouldn’t make it any less painful. The vampire dragged him by his hair over to the tub and tossed him carelessly against the side, the cold of the porcelain briefly soothing his bruised skin.  Turning the tap, he proceeded to fill with the hottest water possible before pulling on a pair of thick rubber gloves. Rhys was hauled off the cold floor and thrown in without a warning.  The gloved hands held him under the water for a whole minute, ignoring his desperate thrashing.

Just when he felt his consciousness begin to fade, he was roughly dragged out of the water. Before he had time to take two breaths, a meat hook was shoved into his shoulder. He let out a scream that was muffled pitifully by the gag. A rope was tied on the meat hook, then Rhys was strung up through a pulley system on the ceiling, leaving him dangling in front of a fan. The temperature contrast stung the raw skin and open wounds.  His elbows, wrists and ankles were bound so tightly  he couldn’t so much as wiggle to lessen the strain. Just when he was starting to get his breathing under control he heard the vampire speak again.

“It’s tempting to beat you while you’re hangin’ there like a pinata…” The sinister chuckle behind the words has Rhys’ eyes widening, knowing he could and has before. “But I think I’ll save that for morning. Let you dry off first. I’ll be back for a meal tomorrow. Night.”  The farewell is tossed carelessly over the vampires shoulder as he turns to leave, rubber gloves tossed carelessly on the side of the tub.

Rhys is left reeling yet again, fear still roiling white hot in his veins. Once a few minutes had passed he could finally think again. How long had life been like this? With no windows, no door directly to the outside and a soundproof hell cell he had no idea how long he had been there. Had it been weeks? Months? Longer? He wished someone would save him. Anything would be better than this right?

Eventually Rhys got used to the pain and started to drift off to something resembling sleep. That’s when he started to hear the yelling and banging. Things like this weren’t new around here so he tried to ignore it; until the racket began to draw closer. Soon enough it seemed like the noise was right outside his door. It was only then that  he could make out what was being said.

“Robert you bastard! You owe me 15 grand and you have shit like this under your house? What the fuck do you need this for, huh? You don’t use doors like this for anything that’s not valuable.” There was pounding on the cell door, and Rhys bit back a scream. If this new person didn’t win this fight he didn’t want to make his kidnapper, or as he now knew his name, Robert, more mad then he would already be. The new voice continued to yell. “So what the fuck are you keeping in here? Something you could sell and pay me back the money you’ve owed me for 60 years?”

Rhys finally heard Robert speak in this argument. This was the first time he had even heard fear in the vampire’s voice. “You don’t need to do this. I plan on paying you back. I promise. A-and what I got in there ain’t worth shit anymore.”

“Oh really? Then you wouldn’t mind showing me.”

“I really don’t think it’s necessary to-”

“Show me and I tear this place to pieces looking for what’s worth that money then maybe kill you or don’t show me then I kill you right here, right now.”

“Alright. Alright. Just don’t kill me yet. Please Oliver.”

Rhys heard the door unlock. He knew Robert was coming in and so was this new man, Oliver. He knew anybody strong enough to hurt Robert and have him scared was worth him being scared of too. He dropped his eyes and started shaking worse from more than just the cold. The hinges on the massive metal door creaked and the artificial light from the hall poured in. There was a pause before either one spoke again.

There was a different type of anger in the new vampire’s voice when he next spoke. “...What the fuck, Robert. We’re not fucking animals. What are you doing keeping this poor human strung up like this. Having a pet human for feeding is one thing but this is more barbaric than shit in the dark ages. I would fucking know.”

He walked over to Rhys and ran a hand down his arm causing Rhys to whine and flinch away. “Shh it’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you.”  The gentleness of his tone is a stark contrast from his words with Robert.  “Would you like me to get you out of here?” Rhys looked up at Robert then back down at Oliver with a concerned look. “Don’t worry about him. He listens to me, not the other way around. Would you like me to take you out of here?” Rhys nodded. “Alright then, let’s get you down and away from here.”

“If you’re taking him does that mean we’re even?”

“Not even fucking close. I’ll take 5 grand off for this. 10 grand should be a bit more manageable. You still owe me. Understood?”

Robert hung his head. “Yes sir.”

“Good.” He cut the rope to the meat hook in Rhys’ shoulder. “I’ll be leaving with this one now. If you try to stop me I will kill you.”

Hope you enjoyed!

I have a few more parts of this already written and plan to make it a series so if you have any title suggestions feel free to send them my way. Also, I know I probably missed a ton of tags. Please let me know what I should add. Thanks!

Thanks to my proofreaders @whumpbump and @artistic-rendition