#he took that axe from the huntress' cabin

[voidsaps]

red forest lumberjack >:)

[gatitties]

Cooking time

─Dbd x gn!teen!reader (platonic)

─Summary: you using a kitchen with a survivor and a killer, what could go wrong?

─Warnings: slight mention of blood and dead animal bodies

ty to Gay4kitty on ao3 for the idea <333

11 < 12 > 13

Today was a strange day, you woke up dazed and confused, more than usual, it took you at least half an hour to clear the mental haze, half an hour of staring at a fixed point while practically drooling like a living dead body. That was it, it was one of those strange days in which for one reason or another everything made you more sensitive, more aware and above all further away from your mischievous personality.

Only on these days would you crave the strangest and most unusual things, when you were in your world one time you got the impulse to clean the house (you ended up accidentally creating mustard gas), other days you would spend the day lying there staring at the ceiling, or without eating, or not stopping eating, you also found yourself doing weird 5-minute-crafts and endless stupid things or temporary cravings.

Today was one of those cravings, scrolling through your phone you kept getting ads and cooking videos, and it was your craving of the day, making cookies, it would be something simple, right? It's not like you're making a cake, you can't go wrong with chocolate chip cookies.

"It seems like someone is quieter than usual, is something wrong? Did the entity cut your tongue?"

As much as you would have liked to answer that yes, your tongue had been cut out and that you would be mute for the rest of your days, you only shrugged your shoulders in response to Bill, the old man looked at you as if you had grown another head, he expelled some smoke from his cigarette and stood up from the log on which he was leaning.

"Seriously, is something wrong? You don't look like yourself."

"Yeah… I only have one goal today, I'm looking for something."

"Oh, is this something very special to you? I can help?"

You looked up from the phone like a puppy, you had found the recipe you were looking for and old Bill offered you help, although it wasn't what he expected, he couldn't refuse when he saw how your face lit up, it wasn't every day he had that vision of you, when most of your time you spent causing chaos from one place to another.

Unfortunately at the camp there was obviously nothing that could help you, no oven, no chocolate chips and some other ingredients you needed, so you had to give up some of your blood points so the damn entity would let you have your whim.

This is how you ended up in The Huntress's cabin, oddly enough it seemed to be the only one with her own kitchen and as organized as possible, just ignore the dried blood stains and gutted animal carcasses and it would be a pretty normal kitchen.

Of course you weren't going to be on her property without supervision, while you concentratedly read all the instructions you ignored a staring fight between Bill and Anna who was sharpening her ax slowly looking at the man, despite the fact that most murderers had become accustomed to having a teenager doing stupid things in their part of the forest is not the same with other survivors.

"So now we mix the butter with the flour…"

The two adults were just supervising what you were doing, Bill wasn't much of a man in the kitchen and The Huntress didn't want to break your longest streak of concentration yet, so you were doing all the work, but you didn't care. You sneezed at the least opportune moment causing part of the dough you were creating to come out of the mixing bowl, half of your face covered in flour, you turned your head slowly like in a horror movie when you heard the old man's throaty laugh and the women.

"It's not so funny, I ruined my outfit!"

"Isn't that pajamas…?"

You looked at Anna as if she had said the biggest insult anyone could have said to you in your entire short life, slapping your clothes and face clean.

"It's my favorite pajamas."

You narrowed your eyes as you saw how they both continued laughing at your misfortunes, the most sensible thing would be to start a food fight, in this case, flour, but you were beginning to come out of your calm state and your stupidest side began to bloom again, so no, you didn't start a flour war.

"Utensil war!"

Spoons, forks, plates, glasses, knives, pots and even the occasional ax on Anna's part flew from one side to the other while the beautiful intention of having some bonding time became chaotic up to this point, luckily nothing could hurt you inside the camps, otherwise you would already have a fork embedded in your hand and Bill a knife in his forehead. In a marksmanship fight Anna would definitely win.

How you managed to finish the dough while all this fighting was happening was beyond your mind, but you did it in record time, apparently having divided attention makes you more agile in something, but that was not the problem. After a battle where you almost destroyed The Huntress's house, after minimally cleaning up all the mess, hearing some complaints from Bill about his back pain and grunts from Anna at seeing the disorder, were you able to relax for a minute, yes, just one, the tranquility had to be broken.

"Were you making normal or lava cookies?"

"What?" You almost broke your neck because of how quickly you raised your head from your cell phone when you heard the old man, when you looked at the oven you could see how some black smoke was coming out of it "Damn! Why haven't you notified me?"

Bill shrugged, saying that he thought you were attentive while Anna declared that she liked them crispy, although crispy is one thing and charred is another. She helped you take them out, luckily not all of them seemed in bad condition, only the ones that were deepest in the oven were burned.

"Hey Bill, do you want to try a cookie as black as your lungs? Maybe it tastes good."

"There's no way I'm getting another cancer… how come you say so much lately, do you double up on the next one? multiply and give it away?"

"Do you mean duplicate it and give it to the next person?"

"Yes, that… I don't like sweet things very much."

You nodded, watching as Anna already seemed to be doing the tasting, you didn't know if the result was good or bad because this woman didn't seem to have any facial expression other than skepticism and disapproval.

"They are… okay?"

You took it as a positive review, ending kitchen time and your daily and impulsive craving, you had learned to do something else today, to dodge knives but above all, something that no one else should know… you had created a deadly weapon.

"I'm so tired, I think I'll sleep well today if Freddy doesn't want to play petanque in my dreams."

You throw yourself onto your bed, being greeted by your chubby hamster who looked at you as if waiting for you to tell him about your day, so you did, Cartman seemed to listen to everything intently while his big empty eyes gathered the information.

"Don't tell anyone, but this," you got up to pick up a box, inside it were the cookies that came out defective "this is a deadly weapon my friend, just look at this."

You grabbed one, throwing it with all your strength, your intention was not to hit the window of your cabin, but it ended up being like that, so strong and hard that the cookie broke the glass and not only that.

"Who the hell is throwing charcoal!? If I could have been hurt it would have split my head open!"

You didn't make out the voice of the person you had accidentally hit, but your gaze was lost in the now broken glass, once you came out of your daze, you closed the box of burnt cookies, lying back on the bed.

"You see… a very dangerous weapon."

[clonesupport]

her eyes were as dark as the midnight sky, his eyes shining golden bright like the moon🌕🌃

just felt like making something quick for my old oc that i guess i completely left for dead and then now years later bringing her back into my open arms sobbing cuz i missed her FSHFJFJF

so quick little story dump about her and bigby “meeting for the first time” in fabletown: when the fables got thrown into fabletown, red became a stripper for a lack of better job options and well she thought it’d be fun and an easy way to make a quick buck. of course that’s how bigby and red reunited or rather properly introduced themselves for “the first time”. bigby visited the club for one odd evening not thinking anything of it but rather just to get away from everything when a certain dancer caught his eye.

the moment he saw her he knew she was a fable, and recognized her as the infamous little red riding hood. though not so little anymore. the red he knew was the experienced huntress, the lone resident of a rather protected cabin in the woods. he learned first hand that she was well capable of defending herself, he’s got a couple scars to prove it. he quickly learned that she and her axe or really any weapon you threw her way were no force to be messed with, especially when it came to protecting her family.

when he saw her that night, she still had the same devious charm flickering behind her eyes. her hair more fiery than ever in the light, her outfit leaving very little to the imagination, and she looked incredible.

red would be lying if she said she hadn’t noticed bigby the moment he walked into the club. the sheriff was kind of a known character around these parts. part of her was worried he came looking for her about an arrest, perhaps to threaten her like he did in their past lives. but instead he took a seat in the back of the room, legs kicked up on the small table before his booth and watched from the dark. rather characteristic of him she’d think. though she payed not mind, he was clearly just a customer tonight and she was the entertainment.

you’d also catch her lying if red ever said she didn’t find the sheriff attractive. she couldn’t tell if it was the danger of his presence that lured her in or the new face he’d been given in fabletown. maybe she could let bygones be bygones for a taste of what he could offer👀

of course they end up spending a night or two together after that🥴and eventually red becomes quits her job as a dancer and starts helping out bigby with his investigations. of course bigby didn’t want her to get into trouble or danger but also knew that if he fought her on this he’d probably end up with another broken bone and a new scar. there’s no arguing with a headstrong and muscle strong woman who can very well defend herself against trouble.

she still has her own little cabin just outside fabletown/new york but also has an apartment in fabletown to be able to stay local enough for jobs and stuff when needed. but usually you’ll find her at her cabin, bigby likes it there, often finding whatever time he can to get away from the city and stay with her a few nights. don’t worry about geographical canon because fuck it new york now has a little forest clearly right next door where red can have a cabin, this is fiction i can do what i want lol

they’re a hot couple, very much low key abo but like only on bigby’s part cuz um well dog. much protective werewolf bf vibes. much werewolf finding his mate/imprinting vibes👁️👁️. much i based red off red from once upon a time and also the red riding hood skin that ashe has in overwatch- her name is red, she wears red, her hair is red, so i wonder what’s her favourite colour?

[fandom-go-round]

Can I get some nsfw dubcon Huntress with a breeding kink? where she kidnaps a male survivor reader to breed with him.

Warnings: Dub Con, Kidnapping, Bondage, Breeding Kink, Implied Canonical Violence

             Your head hits the ground hard, ears ringing as you look around the room. You recognize the fire from Huntress’s cabin before you’re yanked onto your knees. Speaking of killers, Huntress looms above you, mask still in place and hands bloody. You have no idea how you got here; one minute you were in a trail running for your life and the next you’re being thrown over Huntress’s shoulder and taken here.

           Your body is yanked up by your shirt, a bloody mask filling your sight before Anna dragged you across the floor. Cold metal clamped around your wrists, yanking your arms above your head and off the ground. You grunted, trying to kick her but she moved easily, stretching your body out to lay across a bed.

           “Let me go!” Anna grunted at your words, moving back into your line of sight and squeezing your cheeks. You winced and she hummed, turning your face from side to side before stepping back. “What the hell is going on here!?”

           “Hush.” Her voice was rough and had a heavy Russian accent, your heart skipping a beat. She was one of the more silent killers; you didn’t know she could talk.

           “What do you want with me?” She didn’t answer your question with words, axe moving over your chest as you froze. There was no hesitation as she cut your clothes off, leaving you naked before you could try and protest.

           Anna moved by your feet and you struggled to look at her, head half raising off the pillow. Her mask was still on so you couldn’t read her face and you yelled as she leaned over to stroke your cock.

           Her hands were rough and you were completely soft but that didn’t seem to be an issue for her. She dipped her fingers into a jar of oil (you hoped) and spread it over your cock, mask not looking away from your face. Her hands felt hot against you and you groaned, letting your head tilt back.

           You were trying to will your body not to respond but your cock twitched, more interested than you wanted. It had been so long and she was so warm. Anna laughed, the sound making you shiver. She had clearly seen that you were enjoying the attention, waiting until you were fully hard before stepping back.

           You bit your tongue, determined not to make a sound but letting out a shocked gasp when you looked over and saw her stripping. She quickly removed her dress, axe leaning against the wall and distracting you for a moment. There was no way for you to get it and you wondered if you even wanted to at this point.

           A tap on your cheek had you refocusing on her, gasping when you saw her kneeling over your cock. Her mask was off now, dark eyes locked on your face. Her lips gave a quick half smile before slamming herself completely onto you.

           Your groan echoed off the walls, Anna’s low moan almost completely covered up by your own noises. She began to ride you hard, not hesitating to roll her hips and take you all the way.

          There were too many sensations for you to keep track of. She was wet and warm around you, squeezing you tight as he moved her hips. Her fingers dug into your chest, tugging and pinching your nipples. She bit your stomach and you yelled, hips jerking up hard.

          Anna moaned, slamming back onto you and grinning. She leaned up to kiss you hard, hips rolling and bringing you closer to the edge.

          “F-fuck please-“ You groaned, Anna kissing and mouthing down your neck. One hard suck on your shoulder and you were gone, hips bucking up hard as you came. She immediately stilled, hips completely flush as she waited for you to relax. It took you a moment to realize that she hadn’t made any move to get off you and that you were still hard inside of her.

          You would have been embarrassed except she began to bounce again, hand holding you by your chin to face her. You whimpered, feeling sensitive and not wanting to cum so soon.

           “Again.” Anna’s eyes were locked on your own, refusing to blink as she rocked her hips harder. Your own eyes widened in understanding, shaking your head and trying to weakly get away.

           “I-I can’t, w-what?” She cut you off with a quick snap of her hips, a grunt leaving you as she pinned you down harder.

           “Again. Give baby.” There was no time to respond before she was moving again, moaning and nipping at your chest. You didn’t know what to say, head hitting the bed with a groan. Based on the way she moved and her words you weren’t going anywhere soon. Wonderful.

[ruthoakenshield]

Little Miss Warrior

You’re out gathering firewood in the nearby forest like your mother asked you to. It’s getting late and you realize you wandered too far into the forest this time. You curse in khuzdul and start heading back home to your parent’s cabin near the village of men. Your parents settled there after Moria fell and this village of men was where you grew up.

You got to your favourite oak tree when you heard the screeches coming up fast behind you. You froze in horror then heard the screech again... orcs. You dropped the firewood and climbed up your favourite tree as quickly and as high as the branches would allow. Your human friends had taught you to climb trees from an early age. You did it so often that you developed an unusual strength in your upper body from having to haul your weight up into the trees you climbed.

You sat in your oak tree, hidden from the orcs and their keen sense of smell. You watched in horror as they attacked your village and burned the homes. You heard people’s cries and then you saw the filthy orcs drag your parents from your home and slayed them in front of it.

You bit your lip to keep from crying out. You knew if you tried to attack you’d be killed as well. There were too many. All you could do was watch and wait for the orcs to leave.

It seemed like hours passed, but finally they had all left. You waited in the tree till the moon was descending before you finally climbed down and went to see the damage.

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You sat in front of your parents’ graves at the foot of your beloved oak tree. You mourned their loss and grieved deeply. When you had no more tears to shed, you got up. Said goodbye and went back to the cabin.

You wondered why the orcs did not burn it like they did the homes of the humans. But we’re thankful it was not burned.

You looked around. It had been ransacked, as if they looked for something, but you quickly realized nothing was missing.

You quickly packed your travel pack with a couple changes of traveling clothes, bedroll, blankets, food and cooking utensils. You took your battle axes, throwing axes and throwing knives as well as your father’s jeweled sword that he had hidden in their room under a floorboard. You knew it was there only because he had shown you it and told you of how it came to be in his possession.

You took your mother’s necklace with the blue sapphires and her earrings and bracelets and rings. Carefully putting them in the pouches you found in a desk drawer and then put them in your inner pocket of your shirt.

You took all the coins your family had and divided them into manageable pouches. You hid them all over your person and in your travel pack.

You looked around and then sighed. “Goodbye home.” You said quietly. “Thank you for the happy memories.” You said as you caressed the door casing where your mother had measured your height each year until you stopped growing at 5 feet tall.

You walked out of the cabin and the sun was just coming up over the horizon firefly red and making the clouds around it glow red and hot pink and orange. You looked around at the carnage and with tears streaming down your face you started walking east.

**********

You don’t know how many days you had been traveling. You lost count and figured it no longer mattered. You were filthy and smelled and your hair badly needed washing. You had just fought off a small hunting pack of orcs and were covered in their blood.

You heard water running nearby and came to a stream that fed into a small lake. You looked around and saw no one. The trees grew almost up to the shoreline of the lake except for where you were standing, on a small sandy beach.

You found a spot in the shade and set your pack and weapons down, dug out your bathing supplies, clean clothes and a towel, and covered your pack with your cloak. Effectively camouflaging it. Then you undressed and carefully brought your clothes, a throwing axe and dagger, and bathing supplies to the shore.

You washed your dirty clothes first, then hung them on some bushes in the sun to dry. Then you took your bar of soap and found a smal piece of drift wood that floated and placed your soap on it. You tied a long leather strip to the wood and then to your ankle so the wood wouldn’t float away with your soap.

You stood on the shore and let your hair down from its bun and braids. You unclipped your beads that your father gave you when you came of age and the ones he gave you when you mastered hunting and had killed a deer all on your own. He declared you “master huntress.” You smiled at the memory. You carefully placed the beads on a large leaf on top of your clothes, which covered your weapons, and covered the edge of the leaf with a stone.

Then you waded out till the water was at your shoulders and you ducked down under the water to get your hair wet.

You pulled over the floating wood piece and grabbed your soap. You had just gotten your hair all sudsy and washed your face, neck, and upper chest when you heard voices.

“Oh no! You thought. What am I going to do! I can’t let them see me and I can’t hide in this lake forever! Ugh!!! What horrible timing!” You thought to yourself and quickly ducked below the water and rinsed off your face, neck, chest and hair. You pulled the wood piece with your soap over to you, then grabbed it and started to swim away under the water.

You slowly peeked your head above the water just until your eyes cleared the surface. Your eyes got huge when you saw 12 dwarves and a smaller figure come onto the beach and plop down near where your pack was hidden.

You saw one white haired dwarf look out into the lake and then notice your things along the shoreline. “Nonononononono!” You thought as he approached your belongings and squat down. He picked up the leaf with your beads and examined them. You saw his eyes get wide and then he pulled out a small bag, put the beads into the bag and then tucked it into your clothes.

You watched in horror as he picks up your clothes and towel, your two weapons and moves them over to the tree line where you had your clothes drying. He sets them down by the shore and the tree line then goes back to where the others were setting up camp.

A few minutes later you see the white haired dwarf talking to two taller ones and they look out to the lake. You quickly duck down and wait a few moments and swim closer to the wooded shoreline. Pleasantly surprised with the depth of the water so close to the shore.

You peek back up over the waterline and see them staring at where you were a moment ago, then they look over to where your clothes hang drying. They walk over to them and examine the clothes hanging on the bushes.

You hear one of them say that they look like dwarvish travel clothes. Another says, “Aye, and a dwarrowdam’s judging by the size and style.” They look around again trying to find you, but don’t see you.

“Leave these be. Perhaps she is out hunting and will return. When she does, leave her be.” The one with the long, dark hair instructs.

You watch as they rejoin the rest of the group and someone starts stripping and makes a run for the lake. The rest quickly join him and soon they are all in the lake swimming and splashing and having a grand time of getting cleaned up.

You turn away with a blush and slowly swim farther away from the beach and from them.

*********

“Kili, what are you looking at?” Fili asks as he jumps on his brother trying to dunk him below the water. Kili comes up sputtering and looks over by the tree line again trying to spot the movement he had seen a moment ago. Thorin notices his intent gaze and comes over.

“Kili, what has caught your attention?” He asks quietly.

“There’s movement.... over there...” he points, “in the water near the shore by those trees! It’s moving away slowly like it doesn’t want to be seen or caught.”

This piques Thorin’s attention. “Stay here. Be on your guard.” He tells his nephews. He takes a deep breath then ducks under the water and swims for the shoreline by the trees where Kili had spotted the movement. He slowly comes up to the surface and breaches the waterline with his head just enough to see and take some breaths.

He spots movement a little ways away. A dark head of hair slowly moving along the edge of the lake, staying in the shadows.

Thorin takes another deep breath and ducks below the water, he opens his eyes and is surprised he can see quite well in the water. It’s nearly crystal clear. Then he sees a naked dwarrowdam’s body ahead of him and he is mesmerized. Her hair is quite long and floats like seaweed around her naked body. She is treading water and is beautiful. He suddenly feels himself drawn to her and wonders if she is his One.

He quietly swims up behind her and comes up for air just as she turns. She lets out a shriek and tries to swim away, but Thorin’s hand clamps down on her arm before she gets away. She struggles against him and is trying desperately to escape. He speaks quietly to her, trying to calm her down. He realizes the other dwarves are probably watching him now that she shrieked.

“Shhhhh now. I won’t hurt you! Calm down and lets talk.” He says as he holds her by the wrist. He can see the fear in her eyes but can also see fire.

“Let me go! How dare you sneak up on me here... like this! Go away! Leave me alone!” You hiss at him and continue tugging at your arm trying to get it out of his strong gradsp.

“I apologize for startling you. We were not aware someone was already camping here and in the lake until we had already set up camp.” He says to you. “Now if you would PLEASE stop struggling, and talk with me, perhaps we can come to an agreement so you don’t have to spend the night in this cold lake hiding from us...” he says in a smooth, baritone voice that commands attention and respect.

You stop struggling and turn your head to face him. His dark blue eyes open wide when he sees your face. Your heart starts pounding as you look at his handsome face and up into his deep blue, captivating eyes. You quickly crop your gaze and get embarassed that you are naked before such a handsome being.

He chuckles when he sees you blush and drop your head. “Now, will you come back to the shore and join us for supper if I have my men get out, get dressed and we keep our backs to you so you can do the same?” He asks with twinkling eyes and a raised eyebrow. You look up at him not sure he can be trusted. “And how can I know that you or your men will not sneak a peek?” You ask.

He chuckles. “You have my word, my dear, none of us will look at you until you tell us you are dressed.” He promises. “And how can I know that I can trust your word. I don’t even know any of you.” You say as you try to move away again. Thorin tightens his grip on your wrist. “I am Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror. We travel to reclaim our homeland that was taken by Smaug, the dragon.” He explains as he gently pulls you closer to him.

You immediately stop struggling when you hear him say his name and you look at him in shock. He chuckles at your reaction. “Now, will you do my company and I the honor of joining us for supper and tales of adventure?” He asks again as he pulls you into his arms and kisses the top of your head. “We mean you no harm and no one will hurt you.” He promises.

“Ok.” You say as you begin to shiver. You aren’t sure if it’s because you are getting cold or if it’s because you are being embraced by a member of the royal family... in a lake...and you both are as naked as the day you were born. You can feel him hard against your belly, his strong arms around you. He has let go of your arm and is holding your trembling body against his solid one. You feel safe for the first time since your parents were killed, but you also feel something else... you can’t put it into words.

He lets you go then quietly says, “ Come.” As he gently takes your hand and pulls you along the shoreline near to where your clothing is. Once the two of you get close to the shore, he stops and says, “Wait here with your back to us. When we are out and clothed, I will have my men put their backs to you and I will stand behind them to make sure none try to sneak a peek. I will tell you when you can come out and get dressed.” He looks down at you and asks, “What is your name, ny dear?”

You look up into his questioning eyes and then quickly look down. “Y/n” you reply. “Y/n, I will leave you now to get my men out of the water so we can all dry off, get dressed and have supper. Promise me you will come join us when you finish dressing.” He asks. You nod. “I promise.” You reply quietly. He kisses the top of your head, enjoying the smell of your hair, then turns you to face the tree line.

You hear him swim away and bark orders for everyone to get out of the water, get dried off and dressed quickly then to stand with their backs facing you.

You hear a few asking questions and hear Thorin saying something, then you hear them all get out of the water quickly and get dressed. After a few minutes you hear Thorin say your name and that it’s safe for you to come out, dry off and get dressed.

You turn your head and look to see all 13 of them with their backs to you and Thorin standing between them and you with his back to you as well.

You quickly pull yourself up out of the water and scramble to your clothes that the white haired dwarf had neatly set by the tree line. You quickly dried off and dressed in the clean clothes. You quickly took down your freshly washed and dried clothes and folded them. Placing them in a neat pile at your feet. You looked at them then said, “Ok. I’m dressed.”

You watch as they turn around and face you. Thorin comes up to you smiling and reaches for your hand. “Come, let me introduce you to my company.” You bend down, place your throwing axe on top of your pile of clothes and you shove your throwing knife into the sheath on your boot. Then you pick up the bag with your hair beads in it and the pile of clothes and you let a Thorin lead you over to his men.

You keep your head down as you follow him. He stops in front of the white haired dwarf and you look up to see him smiling brightly at you. “Y/n, this is my friend and advisor, Balin, son of Fundin. Balin this is Y/n.”

Balin gives you a bow and says, “At your service Miss Y/n.” Thorin then moves to the next dwarf. “Y/n, this is Dwalin, son of Fundin, my captain of the guard and a dear friend. Dwalin is Balin’ brother. Dwalin, this is Y/n.” “At your service, Miss Y/n.” He replies with a small bow, eyeing your throwing axe.

Thorin did this introduction for each dwarf. They all smiled warmly at you and greeted you with friendly smiles.

Once introductions were done, the dwarves began to prepare for supper and rest. You wandered over to the tree line and surprised them all when you removed your cloak from the pack it had hidden and you put it on.

You heard them gasp as it seemed to them you had disappeared into the trees, so well did the cloak camouflage you. You chuckled and picked up your father’s sword, wrapping it’s belt around your hips and then you picked up your harness with your axes and then grabbed your pack.

You felt all their eyes on you as you walked back over to the group and looked around for a place to settle in for the night. You noticed a spot near a fallen log that wasn’t too far from the fire so you plopped you’re things down there. You unrolled you’re bed roll and blanket, then dug around in your pack for your sharpeningstone and oil so you could check your weapons’ blades.

The dwarves watched you as they settled in for the evening and talked quietly. You settled yourself on the log and pulled out your arsenal of throwing knives, daggers, axes and your two battle axes. You sat there checking each one carefully, cleaning off the orc blood from their hilts and sharpening them to a razor sharp edge.

“You have about as many weapons on you as Fili does!” Bofur teases you suddenly. Many of the dwarves laugh and nod. You look across the fire to the dwarf who teased you. He chuckled and smiled. “Do ya know how to use those, lass, or do ya need someone to teach ya?” He teased.

You looked down at the dagger in your hand and looked back at him laughing with Dwalin. “Thwunk”

Bofur looks down on the tree stump he was sitting on. Your dagger a few inches from his crotch.

Dwalin and the other dwarves roar laughing at Bofur’s surprised expression. He pulls the dagger out of the stump and looks at it surprised you threw it and where it landed. “Please tell me you meant to throw it there and not at my chest!” He teases. You give him a devilish smirk. Dwalin roars laughing and pats Bofur on the back.

“Nice.” Bofur rolls his eyes and says. “Did you craft this yourself?” He asks as he examines the dagger. Dwalin stops laughing and looks at you to see your reply. He frowns when all you do is look down into your lap at its twin dagger in your hand. “No.” Is all you say.

Dwalin takes the dagger from Bofur and examines it. “I’ve seen this dagger before! But it’s been such a long time ago I can’t remember where or who had it!” He exclaims. Thorin sits up and looks at him then over to you. “Let me see it.” Thorin demands. Dwalin hands it to him and Thorin looks at it then realizes who it belonged to.

“Where did you get Lord Danvar’s daggers? And is that not the Lord’s sword as well?” He asks pointing to the sword at your hip.”

Everyone went silent and stared at you....

There are more chapters for this story... btw.

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[lunermagick-sims4]

Huntress & Hunter Part 8

  It has been rocky between huntress and hunter, figuring each other out was hard but the hardest was putting trust into each other. Will The huntress be able to trust the hunter?

Blair’s POV

  Blair was experimenting with a brew in her caldron when she got a call from Ragnar,  she was not going to answer but something told her she should.  Hello?” The sound coming from the back ground were screams. “There so many zombies, I really need your help.” Blair stop stirring. “I will be right there” she replied. She went to change before going as she did not want to ruin her nice dress.  She rushed to Ragnar side to help. When she got there, there was so many zombies. “Ragnar where did they all come from?” Ragnar stabbed one in the face. “I don’t know!” Blair got her flame thrower from her summoning place and started to burn some of them. Between the two of them working together they finally gots handle of getting rid of them all. Just now a little zombie kid came out of no where and started toward them. “Oh my god!” Blair was shocked to see a young child. “Ragnar.” Blair just got him name out and he started toward the child. “Ragnar don’t-“ she trailed off expecting him to kill the little boy. He had a cure so he decided to inject the needle into the boy.

The boy fell to the ground and started to convoluting. “Ragnar is he dying?” Blair had never seen how the serum reacted on a zombie, this was all new to her. She was in aw with Ragnar for wanting to saving the child. The child started to settle down and his skin started to show some colour. “Blair, he starting to come around.” Blair went over closer. The little boy started to open his eye.  The first words he said. “Where is my mommy?” Blair choked on a sob. “I do not know.” Ragnar said. “Oh!” the little boy said. Another zombie showed up so Blair went after it to burn it up with her flame thrower.   The little boy screamed and ran off. “Shit!” Ragnar said.  He did not see in what direction the boy took off, because the zombie caught him off guard. Ragnar and Blair looked and looked but there was no sign of him anywhere.  “I can not believe I let him escape.  Damn it!” Ragnar was letting this eat away at him. They went into the bar to get out of the cold. “Ragnar!” Blair turned to him. “You were so brave to get close to that kid zombie to do what you did to save him. He could of bit you but you decided to save him anyway.”  Ragnar still seem to be down. They have been fighting so much lately, and he could not get his house back so they have been still living together. I have not been showing him much trust in our time together and he took the whole week looking for my journal and he finally found it in the bookshelf. I forgot I put it there before we left for the cabin. I still have not taken back what I had said to him, Blair sighed. “Ragnar I am sorry for how I have been treating you!”  Ragnar gave her a grim smile. “You are amazing! You do a lot for me which I do not thank you for.” Ragnar mood seem to be lighting up. “That little boy will eventually figure things out. He is probably already on his way home.  He will be fine now because of you wanting to cure him and he may find his mommy or daddy again.” Blair pushed away all her insecurities “Ragnar I love you!” Ragnar grabbed Blair and brought her into a kiss. Blair soaked in everything about him.  He everything she ever wanted and more! She was never going to let herself lose him because of her insecurities. Ragnar looked he and asked, “Blair, will you marry me!” Blair looked at him sincerely “Yes! Ragnar I want to marry you!”

Ragnar POV

They were on their way home when Ragnar came up with a great idea. “Blair let stop over at the waterfalls.” Blair looked at him kinda oddly but went with him. They get to the waterfalls and Ragnar turns back into a sim, Blair gets off her broom. “So? What are we doing here?” Ragnar smiled “Lets shower here to take off the blood before we head home.  It better then messing up the showers at your place.” Blair smiled at him. “No Ragnar. You mean our place.” Ragnar smiled and kissed Blair. They broke apart and started into the water.  It was warm and refreshing to get all the blood off.

They decided while they were at the falls to take some photos for their wall in the living room.  Blair got the idea she wanted to start a family wall.  Ragnar was happy Blair has finally figured out what she wanted and was going to give their relationship a chance.  He had hoped that she had worked through the trust issues to come to know that he loved her with his whole heart and soul!  He  had been intrigued by her the first time he heard her name spoken. He felt she was his soul mate. It is weird but just hearing people talk about her, he felt a connection to her right away. Just watching her taking her photo, her laughing and being happy is all he ever wants for her. “Are you happy with the photos you taken?” Blair took a few more. “I am now.” Ragnar smiled at her. “Good let get home so we can get them printed up and hung on the wall,  maybe later we can game together.

“I think that sounds perfect.” They started for home. They got the photos printed and looked around to find the perfect frames finally with a lot of work they got the pictures the way they wanted. They went into the kitchen to tidy up and Blair said “I am going to get in my pjs.” Ragnar grabbed and brought her closer to him. He began to kiss Blair at the counter. Blair returned his kiss passionately and started kissed his neck. “Ragnar” she looked at him with her pale brown eyes. “You are my soulmate.” Ragnar smiled and leaned back in for a kiss. Things started to get heated from the kissing and clothes started to fly off. Ragnar picked Blair up and placed her on the counter. Things started to progress to which he made passionate love to her on the counter! They seemed to have click back into sync with each other.

Blair’s POV

The weather has been crappy for days but finally the rain has stopped and it a beautiful day to get married. Blair was upstairs in the bathroom getting ready for her special day. Ragnar was downstairs trying to get ready. Blair had butterflies fluttering around in her tummy, maybe some nerves but mostly excitement. She was marrying her mate the sim she is meant to be with for entirety. Blair worked on getting her make up on. She looked at herself in the mirror once she was finished to admire her work, she was happy with how it turned out. She went to her room to put on her beautiful black wedding dress. She done her hair up on a fish tail braid. She took a final look in the mirror in I make sure everything came together. She was happy with what she saw.

She came down the stairs to find Ragnar had already left. He was making sure he did not see her before the wedding. The puppies came to greet her, she gave them a pat on their head and put food in each other their bowls. “Love you guys” the puppies looked at her for a second and trotted off to the food bowls. “Such cute little butterballs. Can not wait to see what you guys will be like when you grow a little more and become stronger.” She said goodbye to the puppies and she figured it was good time to head to the falls where they picked to get married. We are eloping no one would of came anyway since most sims despise us.

She got to the fall to find that Ragnar had not arrived yet. Stood looking at the falls waiting for his arrival. Ragnar flew in as a bat, changed into a human in front of her. He was so sexy in his suit, his hair was down and he looked rather dashing. “Hi.” She says. “Hello my soon to be bride.” Blair smiled at him. Ragnar kissed her cheek. “You look beautiful my dear.”

“You look handsome as ever.” The music started to play, they said their vows and Blair put Ragnar ring on as he said I do. Ragnar put Blair ring on as she said I do and he kisses her hand. The two made the sealing kiss and confetti fell. “Ragnar this was beautiful. I love you!” Ragnar held her close and said “I love you too!” Heading off to get photos done.

Ragnar POV

They were on their way back home when they heard them, zombies. “On our wedding day.” Ragnar was a bit sad he had to wait to make love to his new wife but it would not be there wedding without zombies. “Oh Ragnar you know it was meant to be.” Ragnar chuckled. “Yes, it just makes our wedding complete for us.” There was not a lot them so they started with the axes and they killed some of them off. Behind where they got married they heard him the big guy, nenemis.  Blair ran toward nenemis. “Be careful” as he finished off the zombie.  When he close he had his gun in his hand ready to fire if he need to but Blair was shooting away and hitting nenemis. The bullets was not doing the trick. Ragnar let her have this one she looked to be enjoying herself she looked clear and happy and Ragnar was happy to see her happy. She laid the final blow a axe to the head and he went down. “Good job dear!” Blair was smiling then the bats showed up. “Great it Grim.” It happened so fast that Ragnar could do nothing. Grim used some kind of power on him that he could not move. Grim started to beat on his wife, he threw her into the air with a punch and the last final punch brought blood gushing. “Blair! Blair!” He fought with everything he had to get to her, but he could not move.  “Grim Reaper I will kill you for this!” Once Grim was done beating on Blair he was able to go to her. “Blair are you okay?” Her face was bloody and her nose was bleeding bad but she seem to be alive.

Ragnar turned to Grim. “How could you?” Grim stood there then replied, “I have warned you both to stop killing. I hope you know now I have had enough.” Ragnar helped Blair up, they started toward home. “Blair I am sorry, I wish I could of stopped him.” Blair kept walking for a bit holding her side. “Ragnar it The Grim Reaper we have bi control over him. I stayed strong may look awful but I am not alive!” Ragnar smiled at her for putting on a brave act, but he knew she must be quite sore from the ordeal. Ragnar got her into the bedroom and cops stormed in. Ragnar been wait all evening to have some special time with his wife. Blair made the first move and kissed him. “I am not letting this tradition fade away from us. I know I look awful but.” Ragnar cut her off. “You look beautiful no matter. Even with your big puffy swollen face. I love you Blair!” The kisses got heated.  the cops seem to fade away no arrest were made and he made love to his wife on their wedding day as planned. She seem like nothing hurt anymore. And they just enjoyed each other all night long.

The Huntress is now a Queen to her Hunter the King. They now will rule the sims lands together. Keeping zombies at bay, now they will live killingly ever after together!

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[nawcelest]

Bonnie and The Armory

If you actually think about it Season 7 the second half is kind of weird.

1). The Armory could have just as easily had the two siphoners they had in their possession siphon away Lucy’s Barrier spell. 

2). Bonnie could have just used a cloaking spell to shield herself from the armory. She has known about cloaking spells since season 3. 

3) Bonnie could have gotten the information she needed from Virgina the same way she got the information she needed from Luka. She could have easily used a hypnosis spell. 

Like I get the writers needed certain events to take place for others to happen. If the armory had the Heretics siphon the armory then Enzo wouldn’t have needed to “Save” bonnie in which case no Bonenzo In the cabin. If Bonnie never took the anti magical pills then she wouldn’t gotten really sick and Damon would have never made the deal with Rayna that turned her into a huntress, etc. 

With that said I think the situation could have been written better to achieve similar results. Like as followed:

1). Still could have waited until the finale to have the Door open. The armory simply could have planned to use Nora and Mary Louise to open the vault but had to wait until precautions were prepared in response to what might be behind the door. 

2). Bonnie still could have hide from the armory with Rayna’s blood using a Cloaking spell powered using Tessa’s Talisman and Sila;s Tombstone. 

3). Still could have had Bonnie figure out what Virgina and the Armory knew using spells from the 100 Grimoires she acquired from Jonas. Like using the astral Projection spell to project herself into the armory unnoticed. Using the cloaking spell and teleportation spell to get in and out of the Mental hospital unnoticed. Use the Hypnosis spell to force Virgina to answer her questions.

4) Bonenzo still could happen by simply having Bonnie recruit Enzo as an inside man to gather information from the inside as he has family connections to the Armory. Overtime they become closer.

5) Bonnie still could have went the who anti magic stuff and Huntress stuff if the Armory figures out Enzo is a mole and forces him to inject Bonnie full of Rayna’ s blood knowing flooding a huge amount of Rayna’s Blood into her system will be lethel. The deal is still made with Rayna to save Bonnie’s life, etc. 

*Personally I think they should have axed the Bonnie becoming the Huntress storyline as it didn’t really add anything to Bonnie’s character or the season storyline. 

[alrangerz]

Hearts and Hatchets

Meg didn't know how, or when, it started, she just knew it had become her favorite pastime. Sitting in the middle of the Red Forest, against Anna’s chest as the Russian woman braided her fiery orange locks with gentle hands. If not that, then they were in Anna’s cabin exchanging sweet nothings and words of passion throughout the evening, until dawn. Of course only after Meg managed to get her to shower and wash all the blood and dirt off.

One day, everything changed.

Saving Meg for last during the latest trial was not an option for Anna, opting to seek the athlete out before injuring the other survivors. When she found the younger woman behind a few trees, she removed her mask and dropped her axe. Meg’s heart raced as she stared into forest green irises.

There was a small glint in them.

She saw fear, but couldn't think of anything that could possibly scare the huntress.

“Marry me,” was all the taller woman said as she began taking off the ring on her left hand. Meg’s eyes widened as she repeatedly looked between Anna’s face and the killer’s hand. This isn't what she expected when entering her first trial of the day.

"Anna, I...I can’t…”

This response, Meg noticed, caused Anna to stand up straighter, a deep frown adorning her face as she lowered her hand slowly. Her eyes reverted back to the pits of smokey darkness that the Entity bound upon a few of the killers. She slipped the ring back onto her finger and picked up her axe and mask without a word. The survivor had never seen her like this.

The older woman turned her back to the athlete and looked over her shoulder. “I love you more than anything, Meg. I endure hours of endless torture from the Entity because of your lack of deaths in my trials. I hope you know what your response makes us now. I will no longer show any mercy to you and your friends.” With those last words, Anna dug her axe deep into the ground, raising her hands to the sky.

“Oh, Entity, my Entity. Take me from this land for this trial shall end abruptly at my command.”

Before Meg could even reach out, Anna was gone, her axe with her. The land morphed into nothing; darkness surrounded the survivors before they were standing near the campfire once more. Laurie noticed Meg’s frozen form first before everyone else did. She also noticed the single tear that rolled down the girl’s face.

“Thomas,” she called out. She tried again, huffing when Meg finally looked at her. The blonde gave her teammate a soft look and gestured for her to follow on a walk. Luckily, none of the others questioned the situation.

The two women walked for a few minutes before Laurie stopped in front of Meg. It was a sign that she needed to start talking, or crying.

“She asked me to marry her.”

Laurie’s face took on a shocked expression at the news, good news in her opinion, and pulled Meg into a hug. She shushed her quietly as she gently rubbed the younger girl’s back, letting her sob as much as she needed.

“I thought you'd be happy to be Anna’s wife,” Laurie started when Meg pulled away and wiped her face with her shirt. She shook her head and pressed a hand to her face, another wave of tears streaming down her cheeks just at the thought. Her father had left her and her mother when Meg was a baby. She only knew half of the love her peers received and it all vanished when her mother died.

When she was thrust into the Entity's hands, she wanted her life to end until Claudette became her first friend alongside Nea, who eventually became her girlfriend. Laurie was introduced a little while after Nea, and many of the survivors tried to avoid her after their first trial with Michael.

Meg thought Laurie was pretty badass and quickly became her friend. Nea started getting jealous when Meg chose to go complete trials with Laurie, causing them to take a small break in their relationship. One week turned into two, then three. Meg finally gathered the courage to ask Nea what they were. She never got a clear answer, but things seemed to wind down for them.

The moment Anna appeared in the trials, Meg felt her world crumbling. Her interest in Nea began drifting to the Russian woman. Nea eventually picked up on this and confronted Meg about it. They argued for days until Meg told her it was enough. Everything turned out alright due to Nea confessing she liked Feng Min. They're still friends to this day.

Now, here sat Meg crying her feelings out while her best friend patiently stood by.

“Did you know that the Entity tortures them if they don't get enough sacrifices?”

Laurie furrowed her brow and pursed her lips at the statement. Michael had mentioned something of the sort to her, but she didn't think it was because of performance.

“Anna said she goes through it because...because she loves me...How can I accept a proposal after hearing that? If I became her wife...she...she wouldn't even push me. She doesn't do it now…”

Meg began rambling about the endless possibilities that could occur if she said yes to the killer. Laurie sighed and pressed her hands to either side of Meg’s face and squished her cheeks.

“Meg, stop. I’m sure you two will find a way around this. You guys have been together too long to not. Now, get some rest. I will speak with the others about something and then I’ll update you, okay?”

The redheaded girl nodded weakly and hugged Laurie one more time before she walked back to the camp, retreating to the tent she shared with Dwight and Claudette.

Laurie rubbed her face and returned to the others, gesturing for them to form a circle around the campfire. They all stayed quiet and prepared to listen to what the blonde had to say.

“We all know Meg is dating The Huntress, right?” Everyone nodded, allowing Laurie to continue on. “Well, said killer proposed to her today, but it didn't go too well. I've talked to Meg and she's decided to speak with Anna in their next trial. I have an idea and I need two of you. If her talk tomorrow goes as planned, whoever is with us the next trial...we will discuss the plan then.”

The other survivors nodded amongst themselves and gave Laurie pleasant looks. She mentally praised herself and sent everyone away to rest up.

Meg tried her damnedest to fall asleep, but thoughts of Anna and the days events continued to nag at her until she sat up and slipped out of the tent to go for a walk. As she walked along their makeshift path through the woods, she hummed to herself quite a familiar tune. The words came through almost as easy as running.

I'm selfish

I want you all to myself

I swear

You don't need nobody else

I swear

I want you all to myself

Because I'm selfish, yea

I want you

All to myself

I swear

You don't need nobody else

I swear

I want you all to myself

The snapping of a twig pulled her out of her trance and whip her head into the sound's direction. She only saw half of a shadow and was tempted to scream until she felt a hand over her mouth and a strong arm around her waist. “No need to scream, bunny. I came here to speak with you. I can't stay too long, or the Entity will punish me.”

Meg didn’t say anything as she was lifted from the ground and sat on a nearby boulder. Anna stood directly in front of her, between Meg’s legs, and sighed softly. “I missed you, Meg. I haven’t taken you in weeks. Was it my sudden proposal? Dear, I assure you I meant no harm...I just wanted to prove how much I love you...That I would I endure anything if it meant being with you...”

The athlete frowned for a moment at Anna’s words. What did she mean by “weeks”? She could have sworn it was only hours ago in which the proposal had taken place. The confusion must have been visible on her face because Anna sighed and placed her hands on Meg’s thighs.

“The Entity makes time different for us both. Remember when I said he tortures us, feeding off of our hatred, anger, and agitation? He uses our weaknesses to frustrate us…My weakness is time…I don’t want to waste it…”

Meg was understanding it now. She was finally understanding why Anna wasted no time in proposing to her. Even though it seemed like hours ago for the teen, it was more than weeks for her girlfriend. The Entity was a cruel being, using them for its own amusement. She was tired of it, tired of finding her small amount of happiness in the one person she was supposed to fear. Maybe her and Anna’s relationship will be the gamechanger in the Entity’s eyes.

“Yes.”

Anna tilted her head at Meg's words.

“I will marry you. I love you too much to lose you now. I'm sure the Entity will understand if he sees that it won't affect his games.”

Silence.

It fell over them like a blanket, and Meg suddenly became worried that Anna wouldn't want to marry her.

“You have made me the happiest woman in this realm, Meg Thomas. Being your wife will be the highest honor endowed upon me.”

Meg laughed quietly and held her hand out for Anna to put the ring on her. It was just a silver band, but it meant so much more than that. It was a symbol of their love, their bond. It was the one thing that made the Entity shift the balance towards peace in its world.

It was a happy ending.

[evalulu]

A request for a dear friend of mine about Momma Huntress and our favorite sleepy boy.  

Quentin’s back hurt, claw slashes raking deep into skin and flesh.  Yet, he couldn’t stop moving, running through the foggy woods of the Entity’s realm in the hopes of simply outlasting his pursuer, for the Entity to take Freddy off to another trial and leave him alone.  He knew Freddy was still nearby, he had grown used to the demon’s presence and could simply tell when he was around.  Even before he heard the sickening laughter, Quentin knew he was in a bad spot.  

“Nowhere to run.”

Quentin couldn’t tell where exactly Freddy was hiding, only that the demon was somewhere close.  His back was bleeding, and he needed to get back to the campfire, yet there was no telling how long it would take or even where he needed to go to get there.  Everything about this situation was bad, and he knew the pain wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.  

Claws raked down across his arm and chest, making him cry out in pain and stumble backwards.  He tried crawling away, biting his lip to keep himself from whining in pain.  

“What’s the matter, Quen?  This has been a long time coming.”

He kept moving away, fighting back the feelings of fear and concern.  He could see Freddy creep closer and closer, taunting smile visible in the midst of the fog.  Before Freddy could speak up again, a familiar glinting hatchet soared through the air and embedded itself firmly in Freddy’s shoulder.  The demon growled in annoyance, looking to the source of the hatchet.  

Quentin didn’t understand Russian, but he did understand the tone was angry, shouting at the top of her inhuman lungs and effectively driving the demon away without much effort.  The Huntress was one of the strongest Killers of the realm, and it showed.  When her attention focused on him, he couldn’t help trying to get up and run.  

“Shhh, shhhh, it is okay.”

Her voice was much softer now, anger dissipated and axes safely stowed away.  Her hand was outstretched to him, almost inviting.  He couldn’t accept, there was no way of knowing what she would do.  He was in extreme pain, trying not to cower in fear and agony as the Huntress knelt in front of him.  

“Shh, little one.  I am here, it is okay.”

She was colossal.  It made him feel incredibly small and weak compared to her, even though he was one of the taller survivors at the campfire.  For now, she seemed docile enough, and more than willing to help him.  He couldn’t shake the pit of fear in his stomach as he took her hand, yelping in surprise when she picked him up like a small child and started rubbing his back gently.  

He could clearly hear and feel the humming; it was a low rumble as he was held close against her body that ended up being strangely soothing.  He refused to let his guard down, muscles tense in case he needed to ignore the pain searing his muscles and run for the light of the campfire.  Her strides were far bigger than his, not taking long at all to reach the interior of her cabin and for him to be set down on a soft blanket.  

“Stay.”

The command was spoken gently, not intending to instill more fear in him.  Logically, he knew that, but his mind raced with the why’s.  He stayed put, looking around carefully for escape routes and makeshift tools to use in self-defense if necessary.  He took a deep breath when she came back with a neatly wrapped bundle, panic surging when it was unwrapped and wooden cups of something reminiscent of Claudette’s salves were revealed.  

“Pain will go away, I promise.”

She was helping him more?  He nodded, sitting still and trying not to whine as the salve made contact with open skin and initially stung.  He could clearly hear her cooing, trying to reassure him as a mother would for an upset child.  That wasn’t totally wrong, was it?  He didn’t dare move, but he didn’t fail to notice how careful she was being to not hurt him more.  Makeshift bandages were wrapped around the wounds, pain starting to fade as the medicine kicked in.  

“All better.  Will keep you safe, until you heal.”

Quentin blinked in confusion.  

“Why?  I thought you preferred girls.”

The Huntress hummed, brushing loose hair out of Quentin’s face.  

“Tend to.  Sometimes, there are exceptions.”

He nodded slowly, taking her hand again and trying to ease himself from the self-instilled panic.  She was being sincere, he knew, but he still was habitually cautious.  She led him to a small room, cozy with various stuffed toys and blankets, all clearly hand-made.  The wall was adorned with a multitude of masks, including a very intricately patterned mask of a buck.  

“Rest here, nothing will hurt you.”

He nodded, sitting on the essential mountain of soft blankets and furs.  They were extremely soft, and clearly well maintained.  

“Thanks.”

The Huntress walked over, gently pressing the nose of her mask to his forehead.  

“No need, little one.  Sleep well.”

She quietly walked out, leaving Quentin to rest in a cocoon of soft blankets and shielded from the ire of the demon chasing him.  

[freedomfighterposts]

Mornings. Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano x Genderless Reader.

Reyna had long ago found that she had a love/hate relationship with mornings. She hated them because it meant that she was forced out of bed to do menial tasks like; allow extra toilet paper for cohort three or break up a fight between a legionnaire and a Huntress of Artemis/Diana. However, Reyna had grown accustomed to forcing herself out of bed for these tasks. She simply loathed this part of the morning, however she hated with a passion the other aspect of the morning. It meant having to leave her precious baby. Yes, the great, unemotional Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano had fallen for someone. At first the Roman Praetor had been worried about falling for the dangerous game of love again. But after eleven months of peace, adoration and a surprising amount of surprise kisses, Reyna decided that she had made the right choice. Reyna’s deep seeded hate for mornings appeared one morning as she woke up. Reyna’s eyes fluttered open slowly, a light yawn escaping her plump lips as he legs stretched down to the foot of the bed. The gilded purple covers of her bed felt soft and warm at Reyna’s touch. In this moment, everything was perfect. Birds chirped outside in the warm summer breeze of July. A cloudless sky gave way for Apollo’s sun chariot to spread its rays to the mortal world below. Reyna’s body was warm and lazy, despite her usually ever-present professional exterior, Reyna was often a big teddy bear behind closed doors. A lazy smile formed on the Praetor’s face as she felt someone shuffling beside her. Yes, it had been the first night where Reyna and (Y/n) had decided to sleep together. But the pair wholeheartedly agreed to not perform any extremely intimate acts. The most the two did was kiss… a lot. Reyna felt as if she was addicted to (Y/n)’s kisses. Their full lips felt naturally soft against Reyna’s. Reyna had once tried to slip her tongue inside (Y/n)’s mouth, however this resulted in the Daughter of Bellona receiving the silent treatment for the rest of the week. Reyna didn’t hold it against the child of Hercules though. (Y/n)’s body curled into a fetal position, trying to stay as warm as possible. (Y/n)’s back was pressed against Reyna’s side in an attempt to draw heat from her. Reyna’s smile turned from lazy, into one of adoration as her eyes lingered on (Y/n)’s form. (Y/n) had worm a pair of pajama bottoms with a theme of Lion King. The pair had gotten quite a laugh out of that. (Y/n) also wore a pajama shirt of just plain silver. Reyna however, was more outgoing and comfortable with their relationship. True she had felt guarded and against it at first, but the child of the God of Strength had worn her down. Due to this, Reyna simply wore her undergarments to bed, much to the embarrassment of (Y/n) who wouldn’t stop blushing. But now, in the morning, Reyna wanted nothing more than to simply lay here with (Y/n). However, there were still things that needed to be done. Especially after Gaea’s attack on the camps. Even several months after the seven Heroes of Olympus had defeated the Earth Mother, things were not back to normal. Jason’s incessant badgering for new temples gave Reyna more migraines than Octavian. Usually, Reyna slept next to the edge of the bed so she could quiet literally, roll out of bed in the morning. But she had wanted to be next to (Y/n), and now she was in the middle of the large, king sized bed. (Y/n) turned around, still sleeping. (Y/n) wrapped their arms around Reyna’s waist, a smile tugging at their lips as (Y/n) laid their head against Reyna’s exposed back. Reyna allowed herself a small smile, she bent down and kissed (Y/n)’s forehead gingerly before flinging the covers off herself and stepping from the bed. What Reyna did not prepare for, was (Y/n) waking up. “Reyna?” (Y/n) mumbled sleepily, rubbing their eyes lazily. (Y/n) had felt the disturbance from Reyna flinging the blankets away. “Sorry baby, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Reyna’s soft, melodic voice made (Y/n) feel warm inside. (Y/n) reached out with a hand and clasped Reyna’s hand. “Don’t leave me” (Y/n) whined dramatically. Reyna bubbled out a laugh but silenced herself quickly. “I can’t stay my Flos Pulcherrimus. I have work” Reyna’s heart shattered into a trillion pieces when she saw the tears forming in (Y/n)’s eyes as a pout wobbled on her face. (Y/n) sniffed, trying to keep the tears in. “Fine” (Y/n) spoke, not daring to say more. (Y/n) rolled over so that Reyna was facing (Y/n)’s back. “Flos Pulcherrimus. Don’t be like that” Reyna spoke softly, worried that if she spoke any louder (Y/n) would disappear before her eyes. “Sadness doesn’t look good on you.” But (Y/n) still refused to meet Reyna’s face. Guilt and sadness hit Reyna like one of Jason’s lightning bolts. The pain of making (Y/n) so sad was worse than anything Reyna had felt before. She would gladly face against Orion again if it meant that (Y/n) would be happy. However, Reyna is a duty first love life second kind of girl, so with a bitter sweet kiss to (Y/n)’s cheek, Reyna left the cabin she and (Y/n) shared while at Camp Half-Blood. The Heracles cabin at Camp Half-Blood wasn’t the most loved cabin nor was it the most looked after. Most if not all Demi-gods detested the God of Strength. Even (Y/n), who was normally the sweetest and nicest person around, didn’t like the immortal son of Zeus. Its foundations had been made haphazardly and it was only at the command of Chiron that the children of Vulcan and Hephaestus began reworking the cabin so that (Y/n) wouldn’t nearly be killed by a falling beam in their sleep. Reyna knew what Heracles had done that really ticked (Y/n) off. Usually, the gods and goddesses claimed their children on their thirteenth birthday with a holographic projection of their symbols above the child’s head. Grover had brought (Y/n) to camp when they were fifteen years old and it took the anger of Perseus Jackson and several other key Demi-Gods to finally find out who (Y/n)’s father was. Unfortunately, no one was exactly happy. Especially after (Y/n) learnt from Percy and Annabeth about what Heracles had done to Zoe Nightshade. The temple of Hercules at New Rome also remained deserted. It reminded Reyna of the Neptune temple before Percy had been made Praetor. Old, moldy fruits and nuts sat at the pedestal, cobwebs covered all the corners and pieces of stone crumbled from the lack of attention. Reyna knew it was a sore subject to talk about Heracles in front of (Y/n) so she stayed far away from the subject. Whenever someone talked about how Hercules did something bad, (Y/n) would do nothing to defend him. What Reyna did not know, was that as she left (Y/n) alone in bed that morning Reyna would be in some deep trouble for a long time. Reyna walked into the mess hall at exactly twelve O’clock. After a morning full of paperwork and boring talks with architects and even a talk with Chiron regarding the Mars/Ares inter cabin competition. So, when it was time for lunch. Reyna was more than happy to eat something with (Y/n). However, when Reyna walked over to (Y/n)’s usual spot she found no child of Heracles in sight. Confusion crossed over Reyna’s face as she sat with her friends, the Heroes of Olympus. “Yo, Reyna what’s cracka lacking?” Leo asked cheerfully, Reyna didn’t acknowledge the son of Hephaestus’ childish remark. “Have any of you seen (Y/n) recently?” Reyna as the plate before her filled with sandwiches. “Not that I can think of” Offered Annabeth from beside Percy and Piper. “Oh, I saw (Y/n) at the archery range this morning” Offered Frank. This made sense to the daughter of Bellona, because (Y/n) hated using the naturally inhuman strength gifted by Hercules. Instead (Y/n) favoured the bow, which Reyna knew she disliked because even Jason Grace had been impressed by the way (Y/n) had used an imperial gold combat axe. “Yeah, although (Y/n) did seem really upset. And that’s putting it mildly.” Piper added “Yeah, they just left me hanging this morning.” Percy mumbled as he ate a double decker blue pizza. “Yeah but we all know how… delicate… (Y/n) can be” Hazel defended and her words got Reyna thinking. “Delicate… Oh, by the gods.” Reyna cursed herself silently as she stood, taking her plate of sandwiches with her. “You’ll have to excuse me. I must fix a mistake” With that, Reyna sped walked out of the Mess hall. The Praetor of the Twelfth Legion briskly walked through the newly formed Greek/Roman camp. She passed hundreds of Demi-Gods as she made her way to the beach. Reyna knew that (Y/n) simply adored the ocean. Apparently, (Y/n)’s mother was an open water swimming coach and so (Y/n) and their mortal family often went swimming in the ocean. Reyna’s eyes scanned the golden beach carefully, waves crashed gently across the shore. A evergreen tree grew at the edge of the beach, where grass turned to sand, its branches stretching over the waves. Hidden below the branches, Reyna saw the hunched over form of (Y/n) (L/n). Reyna felt the sand shift beneath her feet as she discarded her sandals. The soft, foaming waves caressed Reyna’s toes as she sat down next to (Y/n). The pair sat in silence, Reyna simply content with being next to (Y/n). “I thought you had work to do” Reyna heard (Y/n) mumble beside her. In response, Reyna scooted closer to the child of Heracles. “I did, I still do. But, I noticed you weren’t at lunch so I brought you some food” (Y/n) looked down at the plate of sandwiches nestled in the sand at her side. The child of Heracles picked a sandwich filled cheese and ham, with only slight hesitation (Y/n) began nibbling on the food. After a while all the sandwiches had been eaten by the pair. “I’m sorry for this morning (Y/n)” Reyna spoke sincerely, not wanting to hurt (Y/n) any more than she already did. “No. It was my fault. I was being selfish and wanted you to myself. I should have known that I couldn’t have the great Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano to myself. Especially since you’re Praetor.” Reyna scowled at the use of her full name but said nothing. The pair of demigods just stared across the never-ending, never-beginning ocean, peaceful silence enveloping them both. “You know this is usually the part where you say it isn’t my fault then we kiss and make up” (Y/n) said breaking the silence. Reyna had to bite her tongue hard to force her laughter down. Instead she appeared stoic and serious. “But it is your fault.” Reyna said bluntly, causing (Y/n)’s happiness to drop. “I am a Praetor of the twelfth legion. I oversee the daily routines of over hundreds of demigods, even more now thanks to you Greeks.” Reyna’s heart broke a little as (Y/n) curled into a sitting fetal position, Reyna saw tears threatening to spill from (Y/n)’s eyes. And so, she wrapped her significant other in a tight embrace. Resting her chin on the top of (Y/n)’s head. “However, you are still far more precious to me to leave you alone. Flos Pulcherrimus.” Below Reyna, (Y/n) sniffed a little. “What do you mean?” (Y/n) asked. “I mean… That I think Frank can allow me to sleep in a little later, so long as my baby’s happy” Reyna nuzzled (Y/n)’s neck making the younger demigod blush, (Y/n)’s mouth opened to speak but words quickly turned to moans as Reyna nipped her ear lobe. “Let us finish this in your cabin.” Reyna continued huskily. As Reyna thought back to that fateful day, she couldn’t help but smile. The thought of the huge make out session her and (Y/n) had shared that day was enough to make her extremely happy. So yes, Reyna hated mornings. But she loved them because the look in (Y/n)’s eyes when (Y/n) saw that Reyna was still here was greater than any gift the gods could ever give. Speaking of which, Reyna felt the body next to her shift its position. (Y/n) uncurled from a fetal position and laid their head against Reyna’s covered bosom. Reyna wrapped her toned arms possessively around (Y/n)’s shoulders, letting the sheets fall down into their laps. Reyna’s fingers danced through (Y/n)’s bed hair. (Y/n) could feel the softness of Reyna’s fingers causing their eyes to open slowly. “Good morning Flos Pulcherrimus.” Reyna greeted warmly. A smile graced (Y/n)’s lips, their eyes closing once more. “Good morning to you too αστέρι μου” Although Reyna was not fluent in Greek, (Y/n) and Annabeth had taught her more than enough to know the cute pet names (Y/n) called her. “You have your thinking face on… What were you thinking about?” (Y/n) asked rising from their lying position to sit next to Reyna, both their backs being supported by the wall of Cabin 61. Reyna smiled at the person she adored most. “Nothing kind one. Nothing at all.” She replied sweetly.

[queenevaine]

Whoops, I had another idea.  

Another edition of a story in @aviatorhead‘s Alive By Nightfall AU!  I had to do both Lullaby for the Dark characters, so enjoy survivor!Anna with some accidental Ace/Anna.  It just sorta developed. 

She wanted to go home.  Not the perversion she was used to hunting down survivors in, but the normal forest where her mother raised her.  Her mother was always safe, warm, comforting, loving, and she wanted to be the same.  And the lullaby she was taught had always been soft, a fond memory of her mother after her passing.  And then the Entity stepped in, allowing her to hunt to her heart’s content, so long as prey was put on a hook.  So be it, she thought.  She would put her skills to use, doing what she had always done.

Then the Entity left her in the dark.  What had she done wrong?  She was diligent in hooking survivors, never asking for anything in return.  So why now, was she left alone?  Abandoned?  And then she saw him.  The survivor she came to this place at the same time with, if the others were to be believed.  The one with the attitude, a stubborn refusal to avoid danger and instead met it head-on.  But he wasn’t the mere whelp she was accustomed to seeing.  Instead, he wore bear pelt over his shoulder, with sharp teeth-like knuckle weapons and a claw mark over his left eye.  

To say she was hurt was an understatement.  She was angry, hurt, confused, stunned.  How could she have been tossed aside, like a worn toy?  Was that all she was to the Entity?  The things she taught the other Killers was commonplace, yet she was never given any thanks, from them or the Entity.  And more than that, she was truly thanked by being left in her cabin, with nothing to idle the time with?

She was more than this.  More than some plaything, and even if it meant she would always be feared, always be alone, she would do so on her own terms, in her real home.  Not here.  And all at once, the Entity’s screeching resumed around her, giving her attention after who knows how long of silence.  It whispered of treachery, of anger.  “How dare you think of leaving all I have given you,”  It seemed to whisper, “How dare you shun what I have granted you!  This is betrayal.  You have no home to return to, there is no purpose in leaving my realm!”  It grew urgent, the walls of the cabin closing in on Anna.

“Your home is here, it is as you remember.  Why would you turn your back on all that you hold dear?”  It seemed sad, as a parent talking to a child who threatened to run away.  It was so tempting to believe the words whispered around her, to beg forgiveness and plead for another trial, to prove just how grateful she was.  But, she knew it was all a lie.  Where had that gotten her all this time she had done just that?  

“Ungrateful waste!”  It’s words were no louder, but it seemed to echo all around her with the volume of a charging bear.  All at once, Anna felt the tearing of her clothes at her arms, legs, and her body.  The Entity’s limbs were ripping away every shred of power she held as the Huntress.

“You have hope there is escape from my realm?  Then you shall live as your prey does, and see where it gets you!”  

The fog closed in around her, and she felt small, scared, and weak.  She held herself tight and hummed the age old lullaby to her by her mother.  She couldn’t stay still, not if she wanted to prove to the Entity that she was it’s better.  With no hatchets, no colossal axe to defend herself with, she let herself fall into line with the surroundings.  She was a natural creature of the forest, and this would not defeat her.  Slow, calm steps gave Anna hope, a newfound determination in her heart.  Was this what being human meant?  Was this the notion she had long ago abandoned after she lost her only tie to it?  

The Entity would not have her back.  This was her fresh start, to fulfill all the wishes she had always harbored, to mother a child and be close with a family, no matter where she lived.  She could live anywhere she desired, and nothing would stop her.  She heard the crackling of the fire and sensed it’s shift on the land far before she saw it’s flames through the thickness of the fog.  

The faces she met at the campfire were familiar to her, the other survivors huddled close to its warmth and tending to each other’s injuries.  In the treeline, she hesitated.  She was always known as the Huntress to them, had thrown hatchets at them, and had mercilessly cut them down.  What would they think now, that she was among them?  Would they always leave her to a fate at the hands of the Entity?  

With a deep breath, she took her mask off and cleaned it as best as she could of blood.  The tears in her clothes could be mended later.  She realized now just how small she was, compared to how she used to be.  The Entity’s doing, granting profound strength equalling several men.  But now it was taken away, and she was human.  ‘A better fate than what was before,’  She thought.  She met eyes with her mask, the proof of countless attempts to put young girls to ease as she tried to take care of them as her own.  Perhaps now, she could start again.  The masks she had always comforted her.  

“Who's there?”  The voice was accusatory and cautious, and she couldn’t help but be surprised.  She knew how to hide amongst trees, and what trickery let her understand the language they spoke?  She knew they were not from her home.  She adorned her mask again, walking towards the fire.  The owner of the voice, the one usually sabotaging hooks, stood in front, eyes narrowed.  The others were mixes of emotions, some fear, some shock, and some outright confusion.  

“The fuck is this?”  The old soldier spoke up.  She could tell he was tense, all too ready to spring to his feet like a wary deer.  The saboteur faltered, resolving himself to keep up a persona of confidence.  But Anna knew too well how humans acted when fearful.  The twitchy man in a tie was frozen; she knew he had been terrorized one too many times by her own hand to not be.  The runner, the competitor, and the healer stayed by the man’s side, not as fearful but still cautious.  The look she saw in the competitor was one that confused her.  

“I get it.”  Her voice was a higher pitch than Anna expected.  “The rules are different now.  Now we’ve gotta watch our backs outside trials, too.”  

She was stunned.  What about her own appearance made the competitor think that?  The girl in the black and blue shirt continued on.  “We get sent to more trials, this time with her, and we’ll end up with a hatchet in the back as we try to escape, and then we get left behind to be put on a hook.”  Abruptly, the competitor stood.  “Or, we try running and get a pallet thrown down in our face and get screwed over.  That’s not happening to me.  You all have fun with that.”  Her form was near invisible as she walked to the edges of the fog, keeping wary eyes on Anna.  

Did they all believe this to be true?  They at least thought about it, as they warily turned their attention from the competitor to Anna.  She shook her head, words shakily coming out of her mouth.  

“No, not true!  Entity abandoned me, I want to go home.  It's possible, I believe it is.”  

How long had it been since she had spoken words?  They survivors stayed in silence.  She couldn't blame their hesitance.  The healer stood, walking up to the saboteur’s side.  The one in the tie had always been the leader, from what she saw, but he stayed motionless.  She could tell he was nursing an injured jaw, the way he held it with a free hand, while the other cradled his ribs.  He had come back from a trial with the Bear, she assumed.  The newcomer that effectively replaced her.  

“Well isn't that a stroke of luck.  Just as we lose one, we get another.  I'm willing to believe that.”  

The gambler had a surprisingly calm take on the matter.  She had known luck was usually on his side, perhaps that was something the Entity could never take away?  She liked hoping that was true, and he vouched for her do quickly.  

“Don't talk like that, Ace.”  

A blonde woman spoke, arms crossed and expression indecipherable to Anna.  She was used to running for her life, and Anna noted her as the veteran for it.  Ace, the gambler, shrugged.

“I don’t want to, but what else can we do?  Considering the fact that three of us ended up on hooks, and the last one got his jaw pretty much smashed by a new Killer, coincidentally not long after David stops coming back here?  And then, a Killer isn’t a Killer anymore and shows up here.  I just think Lady Luck’s being kind while the Entity’s being, well, the Entity.”

Anna couldn’t understand him.  They were in this hellish snare of the Entity’s creation, and he never failed to have a smirk on his face, always looking at the brightest he could find.  She promised herself to always have his back, to never let the Entity turn him into something monstrous.  

The youngest, a persistently tired and wary man, spoke softly.  

“I don’t think we can afford to be naive, but we can’t watch for a threat that doesn’t exist either.”  

Anna remained quiet as they discussed.  They didn’t have to let her stay near the fire, they could easily push her to the edges of the fog.  Ace stood off the log, walking up to the saboteur.

“Then we’ll make a deal, she sticks with me, and if I don’t get an axe in my back, we’re alright, yeah?”  

The leader tried opening his mouth to speak, letting out a yelp of pain and making the healer spin around to tend to him.  The runner grimaced.  

“I don’t think that’s a great way to tell.”  

“Neither is avoiding the issue.”  

This time, the scavenger spoke up.  Anna didn’t know how else to think of her as, she was always resourceful and quiet in a crouch, and surprisingly quick.  The soldier groaned.  

“Let ‘er stay around then.  Not much we can do about it anyway.”  

The competitor stayed at a distance, a wary and spiteful stare focused on Anna. She supposed earning her trust would take time.

“Alright, fine.  But, take off the mask, at least.”  The saboteur crossed his arms.  Anna nodded, reaching up to take it off.  It provided her comfort, and she wouldn’t ever get rid of it, but she understood how uneasy it made the others.  Her hair was extremely short, dark brown in color.  Her eyes matched, and she gave a small smile, with an attempt at being reassuring.  

“So, what do we call you?”  The veteran seemed to calm slightly, arms at her side.  “I don’t think calling you the Huntress is really accurate, or fair anymore.”  

“Anna.”  She responded without hesitation.  This was a step in the right direction!  The other survivors started relaxing some, settling into spots around the campfire.  She let out a quiet sigh.  It would take quite a bit of time to fully earn their trust.  She felt a hand clap on her shoulder, and turned to see Ace grinning.  

“Don’t worry too much.  They’ll get used to you.  There’s always been a little skepticism with new survivors anyway.  Name’s Ace, but you already heard that.”  

He ushered Anna to a log near the fire, sitting back as if he had not a single care in the world.  

“If you don’t mind, I’d love to hear how you came here.  Course, I’m not gonna pry, but seems awfully lucky to have you come around right about now, and I’d like to appreciate any stroke of luck we get.”  

Anna couldn’t help but smile.  Did Ace have this effect on everyone?  It would be a shame if they didn’t appreciate him as she did now.  With a genuine smile, she chatted with Ace, sharing lives before the Entity, and all they were, up to now.  Neither of them realized just how much time had passed, or really minded when they fell asleep next to each other.  

[iwritewithanaxe]

The Fire Hunt, Volume Three, Chapter 1

Darkness on the dock was absolute that night, and the air smelled of death.

  —Cuno, do you perceive anyone? —Emer, the huntress, asked Cunobelinos, the druid.

  —No. No presence stands out in all this… pestilence —answered the enormous man.

  —Be alert then —intervened Ellanher, the dragonslayer, holding his heavy spear with both hands—, if something here is hiding, it will find us effortlessly.

  —Let it come —said Leofsige, the demon, passing the claws of his right hand over the edge of his battle axe.

  They advanced carelessly. If anyone else was there, it already knew their presence. Stealth was unnecessary.

  They had spent days heading north, following rumors of strange creatures that looked like people, but had no trace of humanity. They had not yet found anything, but in every village they had passed through, the stories were more frequent than in the last.

  Everything in the dock looked abandoned. Small cabins, piers, some boats floating, still grounded with deteriorated ropes.

  —Stand still —said the huntress suddenly. Her companions obeyed—. And in silence…

  In front of them, with no intention of hiding, was a woman. She had short hair, the color of the sea under the night. A black and burgundy dress covered her from neck to feet, as elegant as it was long. A pair of sheathed knives stood out from her waist, and a dark veil covered her face.

  She was just walking, looking as calm as tranquility would allow, from some corner to the edge of the sea.

  —Looking for something? —she asked, staring at the water.

  —The source of the stench of death —the huntress answered, moving a hand to her quiver, while tightly holding the bow with the other.

  —How do you know that I am not that source?

  —We don't.

  —Will you believe me when I tell you that I am not?

  —Will you give us reason to believe you?

  —Good question.

  As soon as she finished talking, she removed the veil from her face, revealing her smile. Two long fangs stood out between her lips.

  —Why? —the huntress asked her.

  —I have always thought someone is more trustworthy when they are not hiding what they are.

  —We ran into someone like you a couple of weeks ago. We couldn't even see her.

  —It's not her —Cunobelinos intervened—, the smell is completely different.

  —But you couldn't find the smell when she attacked us —Emer said to him.

  —I remember that of the monsters she controlled, it was impossible not to notice it. It cannot be the same person.

  —Respectable leader —the demon called the huntress—, the druid is right.

  —When did you get there? —Emer asked him, realizing that his companion was half a meter away from the strange woman.

  —How good that you notice it —she continued—, I see that the blood of your ancestors gives you good… perception.

  —Perhaps it is because your ancestors have always looked for mine, witch —said Leofsige, tilting his head to a side.

  —That is it —the druid spoke again to the huntress—. Her smell of death is not inherited, it is learned.

  —I wish you could tell things apart with such ease in the paladins that chase us —commented the demon.

  —Paladins? —spat the woman in black, taking a step backwards.

  —I notice that you've already come across one.

  —More than I would like to.

  A strange crackle interrupted them. And then another, followed by several more. Soon, they couldn't hear anything else.

  —This will prove whether you tell the truth or not —the huntress told the witch, taking her one-handed halberd.

  —So be it —the woman replied, smiling.

  Little by little, from the shadows between the buildings, they emerged. They were covered in rags, as if trying to hide their lack of skin and flesh. They walked slowly and clumsily, but they walked. They advanced toward the four companions and the woman in black, staggering, colliding with one another, stumbling, crawling, but advancing.

  —This will be ugly —said the dragonslayer, trying to count the enemies, and failing.

  —You are right, child —it was an inhuman voice, unnatural even. It sounded scraped, hurt, broken, but above all, it sounded dead.

  —Which one of them said it? —the demon asked, standing in front of the witch.

  The halberd pierced the first skull. Then the spear of the dragonslayer terminated two in one blow. The druid moved between the bodies, holding them with his hands and striking them against the ground or each other. The demon delivered one strike after another, until he realized that the woman in black had left him behind, advancing among the undead holding no weapon at all. With every step she took, the corpses twisted and fell to the ground. They wouldn't stop moving, but they did stop being a threat.

  —Will you believe me after this? —he said, turning to look at the four companions, without stopping her stride as she gently waved her fingers. There were shadows in their hands, and the corpses seemed to react to their movement, falling as if they were following the rhythm of a non-existent song.

  —That won't matter —it was that unnatural voice again. As soon as it spoke, the undead who were still standing moved faster.

  —Did they always have weapons? —asked the dragonslayer, stopping a flail’s blow with his shield.

  —Surely we didn’t notice them among so many corpses —the demon answered, dodging a scythe.

  —That was my idea —the voice spoke again.

  Although the five had ended many walking corpses, there were still many others standing, and they were getting stronger.

  —Damn it! —the demon roared, stopping a hammer with his right hand as he broke a mattock with his axe—. We fell into a condemned trap!

  —You think? —the huntress asked him, stepping back agile and quickly, more and more surrounded by the undead.

  —I mean that now I understand the trap! —Leofsige continued shouting, ignoring the blows that reached him and attacking ever more furiously.

  —Well explain it then! —the druid roared back at him, having changed to his bestial form, crushing corpses with paws and antlers—. Anything is better than to keep listening to these aberrations!

  —It’s the thrice-condemned necromancy! —the demon began to say—. When we destroy one undead, the energy goes to another!

  —The demon is right —spoke one of the bodies, wielding a shovel against the huntress.

  —This one! —she shouted, but it was no use. Other bodies also attacked her with shovels, mattocks and scythes. After a few seconds, it was impossible for her to distinguish the one that had spoken.

  —Which one? —the druid asked, charging over four limbs towards her, pushing corpses away from his path as he ran.

  —I don't know anymore! —the huntress replied furiously, launching countless strikes with halberd and dagger.

  —Let's finish them all then! —the enormous man roared.

  After a few hours, already fighting tiredly, they finally saw the number of enemies diminish.

  The heavy spear of the dragonslayer, the axe and claws of the demon, the blades of the huntress and the ferocity of the druid, in a final effort, ended the last of the undead.

  —… Might any of them be the one that talked? —Ellanher asked, squatting down and dropping his weapon.

  —I doubt it —Emer replied—, I think none of them has that same shovel…

  —Many have shovels —Leofsige commented, looking at the bodies that covered the ground.

  —That of the one I saw talking was… different —she continued, sitting on the edge of the dock, letting her legs hang over the water—. It was sharp, the metal was darkened, it had a very long handle… I lost sight of it when it mingled with the other tools, and now I couldn't find it again.

  —… And did anyone see where the witch went? —the demon asked.

  The four companions looked in all directions, and then looked at each other.

  —Damn this stench —the druid muttered, sitting next to the huntress—. If it wasn't for that, I could…

  —Don't worry, Cuno —she told him—, remember that they all smelled the same.

  —It’s dawn already —the dragonslayer spoke, pointing to the horizon. The sunlight was beginning to shine from across the sea.

  They spent several minutes in silence, watching the sky light up. The water was calm, the wind was gentle, and slowly the smell of death faded.

  Almost an hour later, they left the dock. Their cart and the two horses were where they had been left. They resumed their journey almost immediately.

  They advanced several kilometers without getting anywhere. The sunset presented itself as calmly as the sunrise.

  —How did you recognize the trap? —the huntress suddenly asked the demon, as the two of them advanced on the cart and the moon began to appear in the sky.

  —Ah?

  —How did you recognize the trap?

  —Oh, right. Well, I recognize those kinds of magic, necromancy and the other arts of the occultists. Experience, I suppose, and a little thanks to my ancestors.

  —Like the magic of the ritualist? —the dragonslayer intervened, riding besides them.

  —Something like that, but she was different from the witch —answered the demon—. She knew other kinds besides that, the one she best handled was fire… this witch specialized in occult arts.

  —You understand more about magic than I would have expected —Ellanher commented, somewhat impressed.

  —Only about those that have to do with the ancestors who left me this memory —then Leofsige raised his right hand, covered with bandages and spikes.

  —Is all that memory in your blood? —the druid asked.

  —No, I've just been accused of all that and more.

  —But how…? —Cunobelinos abruptly stopped talking, standing completely still.

  —Cuno, what...? —the huntress began, but the enormous man gestured for her to remain silent.

  Then he started walking, without making any noise. As he advanced, with extreme caution, he dropped his hands on the ground, changing shape. On four limbs, as the others left the cart, he sniffed and listened, as if he had noticed something he could not find.

  They were on level ground. The intervened floors and constructions of the dock were left behind, there was nothing but earth beneath their feet now. Just a few trees in the distance interrupted the panorama. The night completed its arrival, and the darkness increased rapidly.

  —Cuno —whispered the huntress, stepping forward until she reached the druid, speaking to him as close and as lowly as possible—, what’s happening?

  —Predators —he replied.

  Almost immediately, a howl destroyed the silence. It was a fiercer howl than any the companions had ever heard before. Just hearing to it, they knew that the animal it came from was bigger than normal. Much bigger.

  More howls let themselves be heard, and then roars. They would have thought it all came from the same beasts, but the roaring sounded like people.

  They were able to see the group before they heard their footsteps.

  —You stink of death —a woman's voice said to them, coming out of a wolf's head.

  —You have one chance to defend yourselves —a man added, with fangs that shone like daggers.

  —What are you talking about? —the huntress asked. As soon as she finished talking, she felt the whistle of an arrow besides her face. She turned to see a crossbow bolt stuck in the shield of the dragonslayer, and a shadow rising behind him.

  Once she had paid more attention, looking at the movements in the darkness of the night, she realized that they were surrounded.

End of Chapter 1

[queenevaine]

Another story for everyone!

@seleil you asked me to tag you, and here is the sibling fluff!

Laurie was used to lunatics with weapons being obsessed with her, for one reason or another.  With Michael, it became the usual, to run from the man- her brother- wielding a butcher’s knife.  When she found herself in the Entity’s realm, it didn’t usually change.  Usually.  Sometimes the Killers let her go, for reasons she couldn’t explain.  Every now and then, the Killer seemed almost loving with her obsession.  It was.. Strange.  

The Huntress was a strange Killer.  She was every bit ruthless as all the others, but every now and then, she was strangely obsessed with one of the girls.  Never any of the guys, Laurie noticed.  She sometimes heard the others talk about the Red Forest, and the cabin there.  How there was a small skeleton against the wall with chains.  She didn’t think about it much, there wasn’t much point in getting worked up over something she could do nothing about.  

The irony wasn’t lost on her when she found herself in the Red Forest for another trial.  She calmly walked to the nearest generator she could find, looking over her shoulders before she started working.  She kept glancing around, for any sign of someone that wasn’t a survivor.  In the distance, she heard a cry.  Someone was caught already, and she decided to keep working.  Saving them would be pointless if they all died.  

Of course, her fellows this time didn’t think the same.  The Huntress must have had brought the hatchets she can throw quickly.  It didn’t take long for one to be hooked, one injured, and the other on the ground, crawling.  Laurie let out a sigh.  She’d survive, just as she did with her brother.  Even if that meant she’d be the last one.  

Risking herself to save them would do nothing, and while they’d be angry later, she would have to reason the foolishness of going all out within the first few minutes.  The Huntress must’ve burned something to allow more hooks, because it wasn’t long after that that the other three were hanging and taken by the Entity.  She could at least get the hatch open and make her escape there.  Her looks over her shoulder became more and more frequent, until she heard the distinct hum of the Huntress.

She left the generator and started moving away, despite it almost being done.  If she could avoid being seen, she would be alright.  Laurie’s heartbeat started racing as she found a patch of grass and rocks to nestle herself beside.  The rabbit mask came into view, staring at the generator, then around the area.  She was determined, knowing Laurie was still around.  Laurie herself kept as silent as possible, refusing to move.  She would have to move eventually, staying here longer than necessary was deadly.  When the Huntress turned her back, Laurie began creeping away.  

The cawing of the crows gave her away.  Damn you birds!  She bolted as the Huntress turned around and stopped humming.  She was definitely spotted now.  She felt the hatchet rush past her, looking to see where the Huntress was.  She was definitely gaining, and Laurie was on her own.  She refused to just give up.  The forest was dense enough that she could hide somewhere and get away.  

But, the Huntress knew her home well.  She rapidly gained on Laurie, throwing a hatchet into her back.  Laurie vaulted over a halfwall, hoping to at least make some distance.  The hatchet strike stung her back.  She was almost around the corner when another hatchet dug into her leg.  Laurie cried in pain, turning to look at the Huntress, daring her to lift her up.  She never left the campfire without a shard of anything she could find to stab the Killers with.

The Huntress didn't pick her up.  The Killer stared, almost lovingly, at Laurie.  The words coming out of the Huntress’ mouth were entirely foreign.  Laurie stared in confusion as the Huntress continued.  What was this masked killer trying to say?  And why?  The Huntress seemed to laugh before dropping her giant axe.  What was she doing?  The Huntress almost seemed to be scooping Laurie up into a hug.  Laurie stabbed the shard into the Huntress’ stomach, who screamed in frustration rather than pain.  

Laurie took off running, hoping to gain some distance now.  She wouldn't keep the Huntress busy for long.  She weaved around trees, rocks, and anything else she could find to avoid another hatchet.  Her heartbeat raced, but no humming was heard.  Instead, the Huntress kept talking.  The superior speed of the Killer made tracking an easy task, especially with a blood trail.  Instead of swinging the mighty axe, the Huntress reached to grab Laurie and hold her close, hand closing around her neck.  

The Huntress seemed to be scolding her, but for what?  Trying to survive?  And since when did she ever not use her axes?  Laurie struggled to free herself, eventually going limp as the world turned black.  

Laurie slowly opened her eyes.  Her head hurt, recalling the trial she was just in.  She had to have died, right?  Then why was she in this dark, cramped room instead of the campfire?  She soon realized the rope tied tightly around her neck, and her hands tied behind her back.  Was this the Huntress’ reason for her strange obsession habits?  She struggled against the ropes.  The ropes dug into her skin more with each movement.  

She could hear footsteps coming closer, and closed her eyes.  She'd pretend to still be unconscious, and the Huntress would leave her be.  The soft hum of that unnerving lullaby echoed through, and stopped when the Huntress crouched close to Laurie.  She still had no idea what the rabbit-masked killer was saying.  A gentle stroke along her cheek made it tough to keep up the act.  Am I this Killer’s toy?  She heard more footsteps, and the Huntress was no longer there.  She had abruptly left, and Laurie didn't quite care for the reason why.  She had to escape.  

The ropes dug into her wrists, and she swore she felt them bleed.  The rope around her neck was making it hard to breathe.  Her attention darted to the doorway when she heard a frustrated cry.  Someone else is here.  Another Killer, most likely.  Despite the pain, Laurie struggled to get her wrists free.  Another cry from the doorway, this time distressed.  Heavier footsteps came towards her, and quickly.  She froze when she saw the pure white, stoic mask she knew well. 

She kept a cautious gaze on him.  This was not a situation she wanted to be in with the man who tried to kill her on several occasions.  There was the undeniable fact he showed up and had a spat with the Huntress.  She didn't want to think about why.  

Michael moved slowly towards her.  He still held the kitchen knife firmly in his hand.  He is going to kill me here.  She struggled against the ropes.  Not here!  They only dug more into her skin.  She was getting lightheaded as the lack of oxygen caught up to her.  Her head lolled back, and she cursed her own carelessness.  The point of the knife brushed against her neck, but just as quickly was gone, and the tension of the rope was nonexistent.  He's helping me?  

She was too exhausted and weak to complain.  Feeling helpless, confined, was a feeling Laurie did not like at all.  As much as she didn't want to be in this situation, it was better than the alternative.  The knife cut into the rope around her wrists.  She brought her hands to her lap, gently rubbing the marks left behind.  Her weight was lifted off the ground with no warning, leaving her confused.  What was happening?  Why is he carrying me?

She stared at her hands to keep herself from looking elsewhere and getting dizzy.  The ropes were rough and crude, and her wrists showed it.  She was going to be in pain for at least a day or two.  She felt fog close in around her, and then dissipate as Michael kept walking.  Where is he even taking me?  There was no way now she could hope to run for it.  Staying docile seemed to work so far.  His footsteps became louder as he started walking on solid floor.  Did all the Killers have their own place to stay before heading out to kill us?  

She was set gently on a soft bed.  She kept her attention on Michael, who stared at her as if expecting something.  Is he waiting for me to go to sleep to kill me?  She sat up in the bed, eyes narrowed.  He shook his head, moving across the room to put the knife down.  It was a small reassurance, but she knew how quickly he could cross that distance to reach it.  She couldn’t tell anything from the blank expression of the mask.  What is he thinking?  

He turned around to get scraps of cloth, which he had probably torn off countless times from the other survivors.  He walked back over to the bed and pointed at her wrists.  She stayed at the back of the bed against the wall.  He sat at the edge of the bed, pointing to her wrists with the cloth.  She froze in place.  Is he trying to tie my wrists too?  He looked to the doorway of the small house, then lifted the mask enough to show his face.  

She blinked at the concern she saw.  She realized then what he meant with the cloth, and she slowly extended her wrists.  Michael gently wrapped it around the cuts the rope had made, taking special care to make sure it wasn't too tight.  Laurie looked over the patterns that would undoubtedly become stained red.  Michael's head tilted, almost questioningly.  Well, this isn't the strangest thing that's ever happened.  

“I'm okay.  Thanks.”  

She could've sworn she saw a smile, before their attention darted to the sound of someone approaching, and fast.  That has to be the Huntress.  Of course she'd come back.  Michael pulled the mask down, storming over to grab his knife and block the doorway as a hatchet came shooting through.  Laurie heard the frustrated shouting from the Huntress, still speaking some language unknown to her.  She was mid-yelling when Michael slammed his knife into her shoulder.  She screamed, using her other arm to bring a hatchet down on him.  

He slammed the other arm into the doorway, silently glaring at the Huntress.  After a silent minute, he let go.  The Huntress growled, but turned and stormed away.  He didn't understand her, did he?  She shook her head.  Just as quickly as he had gone into silent masked murderer mode, he was back to the caring brother role.  The knife was on the other side of the room, and Michael took his seat at the edge of the bed with his mask partially lifted.  She let out a deep sigh, falling back into the bed.  Today was too weird.  

She felt the bed shift as Michael looked over.  He must've thought I passed out on the spot.  She waved her hand.  

“I'm okay, just tired.”

He leaned back, sitting quietly.  She took deep breaths, trying to wrap her head around everything that happened.  Her head jolted up as she felt a hand on hers.  Since when did he ever show any closeness like this?  He took his hand away, surprise and concern on his face.  She let her head fall back.  Her neck and wrists still hurt, and the lack of air had given her a serious headache.  She felt the blanket underneath her move, and then be put on top of her.  She let her eyes close.  If he was going to take on that Big Brother role now, she wasn’t going to change that, even if the reasoning was probably because Michael didn’t like anybody else hurting her outside of trials but him.  

A little misguided, but appreciated nonetheless, she thought as she fell asleep.