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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year

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~ A sign ~

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warning : mild blood , emotional

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The forest and its surroundings became darker and gloomier the further the three rode ahead. But it was no wonder that the shadows became longer and darker. Night fell slowly and they decided to make a small campfire to rest for the night. The injured arm hurt like hell and even after she had looked for some berries and put the mash of them with other herbs on the wound she still felt the dull throbbing pain. ,,Are you alright?" asked Rhaenyra and received a silent nod. ,,Don't worry, we will leave at daybreak. You two shouldn't be gone longer than that," Ser Criston said, poking lightly at the fire. A conversation broke out between the three of them shortly after. Trivial topics, but topics that made one forget the forest and the dark terrors up to a certain point. Rhaenyra was about to say something when they all heard a crack in the undergrowth. Ser Criston jumped up while Y/n reached for Longclaw but did not pull it. She knew she could not lift it with her extended hand. ,,Quietly," they heard Criston whisper, and Rhaenyra's violet eyes looked uncertainly at her love.

Suddenly a boar ran out of the bushes with a force that knocked Ser Criston over and Y/n rolled out of the way if she didn't want to have another broken arm. ,,Rhaenyra!" she shouted as she realized that she had left her love unprotected. She reached under her dress and was about to draw her dagger when her arm hurt violently and she flinched. To her surprise, Rhaenyra herself reached to her side and grabbed a dagger. Without thinking, the blonde stabbed and the beast gave a petty, loud painful grunt and whimper. Blood splattered in her face and on her clothes, covering her and wetting her just as it had wetted the Mormont. But in one of her darkest moments, when her violet eyes were full of rage, she never seemed to reflect the strength and determination of the Targaryen as she did in that moment. It was the fear of death, the hatred of her fate, the betrayal of Alicent, the hatred of her father and all the pain. She continued to stab the beast before giving a cry of fear and strength before throwing the dagger away. Her violet eyes darted in panic from the dead animal to her blood-red hands where the blood ran down and stuck to her clothes and back to the animal. ,,Are you well Princess?" asked Ser Criston in a panic and hurried to the two before kneeling beside them.

As if in a trance and slightly beside herself, the blonde nodded silently before almost hurriedly trying to clean her hands on her dress. ,,Everything will be fine, you did it, he's dead," came a slightly weak voice from Mormont, who sat up and put a hand on Rhaenyra's to calm her down. ,,I guess I did," the blonde mumbled before reaching for her gloves and putting them on. She will learn to overcome it, the older thought and looked at Ser Criston who was lifting the boar away to the horses to take it with him like the wolves. ,,Lykiri" she said and saw and heard the short amused and confused laugh of the Targaryen. ,,I am not a dragon," she muttered and looked at the fire in front of them. ,,For me you are, you seem to have just fought like a real dragon," the Mormont explained and she saw the thoughtful look in the violet eyes. ,,Perhaps you are right," Rhaenyra murmured before turning her gaze back to the fire, which the elder did as well as Ser Criston. Does she see anything in the fire? the question popped into the bear's head, but she quickly dismissed it as she felt the adrenaline wear off and she grew weary from her wounds.

She knew and felt that her body had had enough and needed not only medicine from the masters but also rest. ,,I'll do the night watch, you two sleep," the knight decided and the two women nodded in agreement since they didn't really have a choice. Y/n didn't know when she finally fell asleep, but what she did know was that she was awakened by the pain in her arm when she turned on it in her sleep. ,,Damn it!" she hissed, seeing that blood had already seeped through the fabric. "It's time to go back" she thought and looked with tired and exhausted eyes at Rhaenyra who was still sleeping. ,,Good morning Lady Y/n" she also heard exhausted and saw Ser Criston leaning against a tree. His black hair was disheveled and she recognized the light rings of his eyes. He has indeed kept complete vigil, a good knight, she thought before sitting up and holding her arm. ,,How is your arm?" he asked and came towards her. ,,It will be fine until we get back to King's Landing. You are a true knight, Ser Criston," she said, giving him an appreciative look. ,,Thank you, my lady," he said and she heard the pride in his voice. She did not doubt that he would become a good knight. Full of honor and goodness, a quality she knew not many men had. She heard a rustling and a tired murmur which she did not quite understand. Rhaenyra slowly awoke from her sleep and sat up, seeing the confusion in the violten eyes as the violten eyes saw the blood. Before she looked from the mormont to the horses and saw the dead boar. ,,Good morning" she mumbled sleepily and ran her fingers through her hair to unknot it. ,,How long will it take us to get back?" the older woman asked, rising with the help of the knight so as not to fall over.

Shortly she felt dizzy and even if she didn't want to admit it she knew that her condition was anything but good. And if she was unlucky, the wound would become infected and she could die in the worst case. It took them a while to gather all their things before they got on their animals and headed back. ,,If we can get an overview, I can find a more direct route," Cole said, and the other two agreed. So they walked slowly but with speed out of the forest while the sun watched them and eased their way until they reached a high hill that gave a view over the forest. ,,It is beautiful here," Mormont commented, looking out over the forest. The peace seemed to come and the sun seemed to share its warmth and also the animals seemed to have found their peace in the daytime. But they got no answer, instead all three heard a crackling in the undergrowth and how something on the hill came towards them.

Spellbound, the three swallow lambs looked at the slope. To the fascination of the Mormont it was the same white deer they had seen. The lord of the forest, she thought, and her gaze met the stag's before it continued to look at Rhaenyra. Her gaze did the same and she saw how Rhaenyra did not dare to break the eye contact. My dragon, you are truly chosen for this, the Mormont thought and would have loved nothing more than to pull the princess into an embrace. ,,Don't" whispered the blonde as Ser Criston drew his sword. The stag looked at the group one last time before disappearing into the forest again. But this time it was Rhaenyra who seemed more mature and stronger than all of them. Her face was full of responsibility as if she had learned something from the stag. She seemed to know that she would become the queen of the seven kingdoms. ,,We ride back," she said in a commanding tone before passing the other two before her subordinates followed. It was quiet between the three as they rode home, but none had anything to say. Ser Criston took his role as silent protector as her bodyguard. Lady Mormont as their friend and self-appointed shield.

Princess Rhaenyra seemed to be preoccupied with her thoughts and did not even turn to the other two. She saw the large camp coming closer it herschtereges bustle on the large square. Food was prepared and served. But they all stopped their activity when they saw the bloodied Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen riding on her white horse with the killed boar. This was followed by the Lady Mormont with several killed wolves on her she-bear licking the blood from her snout and teeth. They all had respect for the princess who stopped and got off her horse. Lady Mormont saw that even Lord Strong let the princess look on with recognition.

The Lady Momront dismounted Alyssa and walked behind Rhaenyra silently and wordlessly past the stunned faces of the King and Queen as well as the deep penetrating puzzled look of Otto Hightower. It was all the same, the two women did not have to prove their place, they had just proved it. But as quickly as they had arrived, the whole camp set off back to King's Landing. Viserys seemed to be reassured and excited at the same time that a daughter was with him again. Lady Mormont also received a few potions from the Masters just before leaving, which took away her pain and left her with a clear mind. Something she was grateful for, because the screams that accumulated inside her were becoming unbearable. They were back in King's Landing within half a day and she saw how Rhaenyra immediately went on with Viserys.

A smile was on the older's lips, At last they seem to have found each other, she thought happily, and got off Alyssa's back. Her wet muzzle nudged against her hand and seemed to ask if everything was alright. ,,Everything is fine, my strong bear, just a bit of fever. You fought well," she praised her bear before Alyssa turned back to Visenya and left her rider alone. She felt her whole body heavy as every muscle cried out for the rest she needed in the form of sleep. She made her way to her room before lying down on the bed with her clothes on and closing her eyes with an exhausted sigh. She heard the sounds of King's Landing as the people lived outside, as the castle spoke from within, but she herself got these voices only dull with. Until darkness overcame her mind and her body became more relaxed and she finally fell asleep.

However, what she noticed was how someone threw himself next to her on the bed and she was shaken so slightly. Being torn from her sleep she grabbed Longclaw, pulled it halfway out and sat down on her attacker, staggering slightly. ,,Y/n, it's me," came the familiar voice of Rhaenyra from under her as the princess raised her hands in surrender. ,, Apologies I-you scared me-don't sneak up on me like that," muttered the sleep-addled girl and hastily put the sword back. Only now it dawned on her that she was sitting on the princess's hips and a slight blush took over her cheeks as she thought of the decorated pictures of the books she was reading in the library and at night. Hastily she got down from the princess and sat on the edge of the bed. ,,There is good news somehow. I will have to marry, the king has ordered it. I will not be able to avoid this fate. But I can choose for myself if something he has done," the blonde reported and sat down next to the older one before gesticulating wildly with her hands. ,,This is good, it will be much more pleasant than a perfect political marriage " mumbled the Mormont and smiled at the princess. "She won't need you," the poisonous words popped into her head and she stood up.

She went to the mirror and pushed up the sleeve of her green tunic. The bandages were not soaked with blood and she noticed that the pain had subsided. But that her body was not completely regenerated she noticed only too much. ,,Will you still need me as your jewel?" she asked more miffed than she had intended and watched in the mirror as Rhaenyra rose. She saw how Rhaenyra seemed to sense what the older one was getting at. ,,Don't you joke, it won't come to that," the princess began and her hands lightly and carefully stroked the bandages. ,,You hear them too, don't you? Because I hear them every day, the rumors, the talk.... even the queen knows it-". ,,The queen doesn't know anything, she knows what people tell her. You my jewel and nothing more....none of them knows what we have no one believe me I would never forget you," said Rhaenyra and in her voice was something that reminded her of a promise. ,,I ask you my future queen please don't leave me alone. Not if the same fate awaits us soon," came softly from the Mormont's lips as Rhaenyra placed a light kiss on the wound on her arm. ,,When?" asked Rhaenyra as she realized that the older one would also be getting married soon. ,, I have no choice but to write a letter to House Manderly in the next few weeks, graciously asking them to consider me for marriage after such a long wait...I have no choice Rhaenyra, I must save my house" she said and put her hand on the cheek of the younger one. Rhaenyra put her head to her hand and the two looked at each other.

They saw the pain in each other's eyes before they came closer and their lips joined in a kiss. ,,Soon the time will come," the older of the younger squealed before they broke away from each other. ,,I will go through the letters with the advisors for my search for a partner, rest a little more, you still look pale" said Rhaenyra caringly and after a last moment together the princess left and left the Mormont behind. The day waned and while Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen was immersed in her letters, the Lady Mormont was lost in her dreams. In the sleep that brought her the recovery and the needed strength for the next morning. She did not know what would happen when the sun rose. A war.

The sun shone through the window and Mormont woke up when her maid came in. ,,Good morning, my lady," she heard the bright voice of the younger woman. She vaguely heard the younger woman putting down a bowl of water and apparently bringing new bandages. ,,Thank you," the older woman said and rose, swaying slightly as dizziness took hold of her head. ,,Are you all right, my lady?" came the worried question and she felt the hands at her side. ,,Yes, everything is fine," she assured and gave the younger one a slight smile. ,,I have received new bandages from the Master and they have been put in an ointment. It will take away the pain and I have Milk of the Poppy" she explained, pointing to the goblet as the older one sat down on a chair to make it easier for her maid. ,,Thank you I will take everything except the milk it makes you sluggish I don't need it the pain is fine" she assured and bit her tongue as her maid applied the new bandages. It burned but she knew it was a sign of effect. When the maid had finished dressing her, the older girl went out to look for Rhaenyra while her maid cleaned the room. Despite the fact that she felt she was not fully satisfied, she felt strong on the outside.

She did not have to hide in a dress or carry weapons. On the contrary, Longclaw was at her side and the cool metal of Daemon's dagger was also there. She was not weak and she still felt the looks and the whispering of the people. After all that had happened, she still wore the earrings of the princess and the silver dragon ring on her hands. Let them talk, it's just empty words, she thought bitingly before arriving at Rhaenyra's room. She knocked once and then again, ,,Rhaenyra?" she asked against the door, but got no answer. Instead, a maid opened the door. ,,Oh, Lady Mormont, the princess is outside saying goodbye to the troops with the king," she said, but before she could say anything else Mormont was already on her way to Rhaenyra. ,,Princess, what's going on here?" she asked when she saw the handful of soldiers who all seemed to be getting ready, including a small longship.

She saw the contrite expression in the violet eyes. ,, Apologies Lady Mormont I did not tell you because of your condition. The King will send a troop with orders to the Steopstones to summon my uncle back," she said, looking over at the soldiers. ,,Rhaen-My Princess, I appreciate your concern very much indeed. But I did not mean my vow without action. Let me go with them and do my duty one last time before the woman's duty calls," she said pleadingly and knelt down before the princess. The violet eyes looked into hers and she saw the princess' concern for her, her heart beating fast with excitement, but the dragon seemed to know that she could not imprison the bear. ,,Then do your duty Lady Mormont. Be the sword you have sworn to be for the crown if it is your wish before your wedding then so be it" the two heard the voice of the king who came with his hand to them in the courtyard. ,,My king, I am honored, thank you" she replied and stood up, even if she saw the worried look of Rhaenyra. ,,But what if something happens to her?" Rhaenyra countered and it touched the Mormont to know the concern of her queen. ,,I will instruct the troops to keep an eye on her. But I think Lady Y/n knows how to fight better than so many other Rhaenyra" he reminded his daughter and Rhaenyra nodded in defeat.

A shiver ran over the Mormont's body when she saw the hateful look of Otto looking at her. His dark eyes hid something as if he did not want her to leave. What's wrong with him? she asked herself before retreating to her room to plan. She felt her heart beat faster, perhaps one last battle before her imprisonment in a golden cage. She knew that it might actually be her last battle. She could die on the Stepstones pierced by a sword or have her skull crushed by one of the enemies. She knew that her death could be the end of the House of Mormont. Her gaze went to the large mirror and she saw herself with the knowledge that it could be the last time. She looked at her arm where the wound was still. Will I be able to do this? the question arose in her mind before she gathered her things. It wasn't until late afternoon that she heard a knock on her door as she was sharpening Longclaw.

The grinding noises stopped and she put the sword aside before opening the door. ,,Rhaenyra?" came from her lips before she stepped aside to let the princess in before closing the door. But the blonde did not answer, she walked into the room and turned away from her. Something is wrong, the older knew, but kept her distance to give her space. ,,Why didn't you tell me that a troop would be sent?" she asked the younger one, folding her arms. She knew that the younger one heard the hurt in her voice. But Rhaenyra shook her head before looking out the window. ,,Do you think I can't do it because I'm too weak? Or are you afraid that it might break away?" the questions poured in on the younger girl.

But with each question it seemed to hit the blonde even more. ,,I'm afraid to lose you Y/n!" the loud words echoed around the room. ,,What?" came the questioning from the older one and she took a step towards her love. ,,Since we met, you have always protected me. No matter if from my father or even from the boar. You have chosen to be my shield without seeing that you are hurting me," came from the lips of Rhaenyra who had her arms wrapped around herself. ,,Rhaenyra I-" but she broke off when the blonde turned to her with tears in her eyes. ,,You protect me and don't see that I am afraid for you every day. It tore my heart apart when I heard about the troop because I knew you were leaving," Rhaenyra let go of her pain and worry, meanwhile trembling slightly. ,,I have always admired you, Y/n always. But please, you can't leave me alone, please," she pleaded, her trembling hand clutching at her dress.

It's about her position she slowly understood and suddenly saw it. ,,Rhaenyra, I will not leave you alone. Never you have my sword, my word and my heart" she started and walked towards the younger one. She saw the pain and fear of loneliness in the eyes of the princess. ,,I have chosen myself as your sword because I love you, Rhaenyra. My political skills are not enough, I would be of no use. But physically the steel Rhaenyra is the only way I know to keep you safe," she explained gently and carefully put a hand on Rhaenyra's trembling one. Carefully she stroked a strand of hair behind the blonde's ear and Rhaenyra leaned on her hand. ,,It is difficult for us, we both know that. But I promise you that it won't be the last time that something like this will upset us. The thing with Alicent and your father, I know that it has affected you the most. But my queen believes me that the fire of the dragon lights up even the darkest hour," she said and gently stroked the blonde's cheek. ,,Please...don't go" Rhaenyra said and her violet eyes pleaded the older one to stay with her.

Y/n wanted to pull her hand back, but Rhaenyra held it tightly. ,,Just stop fighting and stay with me," she suggested, hoping it would work. My dragon, you have no idea, she thought and smiled weakly. ,,Once you have seen the battle, Rhaenyra. The sound of steel against steel. The death of your men, the smell of blood" she shook her head and felt her scars burning with the memories. ,,No, Rhaenyra, once you have fought, it has a grip on you. You can't just forget it. It infects you like a plague keeps you awake makes you relive the nightmare over and over again. Promise me you'll never raise the blade yourself, I don't want to lose you to it, you hear?" she said and saw the slight nod. But she saw that Rhaenyra had understood, she seemed to know what was driving the Mormont. ,,Pray for me to the old gods. Fly on Syrax or plunge into the ancient scriptures, but please let me fight this battle" she begged and knelt down in front of the princess. Rhaenyra looked down with tears in her eyes.

Y/n saw the sadness in her eyes and it pained her. After hesitation and silence, Rhaenyra held out her hand. ,, Swear by your love and duty as Lady Mormont that you will return...don't you dare leave me alone your heart" she said and the commanding painful tone spoke more than a thousand books. The older one took her hand gently before placing a soft kiss on the golden ring. ,,I will come back to you, Rhaenyra," she said, looking up at her love. Rhaenyra gently grasped the older's face and pulled her up slightly before wrapping her love in a kiss of farewell. ,,Please...just come back," Rhaenyra said between kisses, her hands clutching at the Mormont's clothing. ,,I promise," the Mormont replied before they broke away from each other and knew it was time to get ready. Rhaenyra insisted on putting on the armor of her Y/n herself. The light metal clung perfectly to the older woman's body. While she knew it offered significantly less protection, it made her more agile and faster. Something the elder knew she would need.

She flinched as Rhaenyra tightened the arm piece over the wound. ,,Is it all right if I get a master?" she asked anxiously, seeming to run at any moment. ,,All the best my heart really" she said, but inside she knew it. One hit too many, a sword swung and an arrow shot into her body. It could kill her damaged body, she knew she didn't have her perfect strength and yet it wouldn't be the first time to go into battle injured. Only when Rhaenyra placed a gentle kiss on the elder's forehead did she release her from her care. Y/n reached for Longclaw and put it in its holder before looking at herself in the mirror. It's been a long time since I wore metal she thought and looked at the individual parts. ,,You look marvelous" she heard Rhaenyra say and saw the admiration in her violet eyes.

A knock on the door of the older one startled them both. ,,My princess. Lady Mormont the troop is about to leave" said a servant who informed the two. Rhaenyra waved him off and the two were alone again. ,,Here, as long as you think of me, nothing will happen to me" said the Mormont and took the bear brooch from a small simple box. A short smile appeared on the lips of the princess. ,,I think of you all the time," Rhaenyra assured, but still tears came to her eyes. ,,Oh, Rhaenyra," came the older one's sympathy and pulled the blonde into a hug. ,,Just come back," she heard the princess say. ,,I will," replied the Mormont before the two walked side by side out into the courtyard down to the docks. There already stood the king with his hand as well as the small group. ,,Lady Mormont you certainly look like your house. The servants took the liberty of dressing your bear in her armor," Viserys said, pointing to Alyssa, who was wearing her metal armor. The large metal plates covered her torso, back of the body, and legs. Alyssa grumbled and seemed to be as excited as her owner. ,,Thank you, my king," she said before sending Alyssa with the troop onto the ship. ,,Return safely Lady Y/n, it would be an unforgivable tragedy to lose you," she heard Otto's words, which showed no sympathy, but instead sounded cold and repulsive. ,,Don't worry, Hightower, I will return unharmed," she replied with the same coldness before bowing to the three. ,,Lady Y/n, you must come back to me," she heard Rhaenyra call out as she was about to board the ship. ,,I promised you, princess, I will come back to you!" she shouted before the sails were set and the ship set off in the direction of the Stepstones.

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coleinyourstockings · 1 year

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Life has been chaotic, so I haven’t updated lately. :P But here’s where I’m at on the Reindeer Readathon! 8 prompts down, 5 prompts to go!

Due to my current situation, it’s unlikely I’ll be able to finish, but we’ll see.

#Cole says #Readathon #reindeer readathon #reindeer #deer #aichmophobia #weapons #books

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sheri42 · 2 years

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Mule Deer

#clmooc #smallpoems Daily Create naturalist on mule deer poetry

On Flickr Daily Note and Daily Create Every day, a photograph, a poem. Today’s Daily Note poem is also a Daily Create— to create naturalist poetry under time constraints [ #ds106 @ds106dc #tdc3815 #myFest22 Naturalist Poetry in the Making ]. On one of our daily walks, following the curve of the sidewalk, we surprised these two mule deer who also almost daily meander here for an afternoon…

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#clmooc #ds106 #ds106dc #Cole Park #Daily Create #mule deer #naturalist #nature #poem #poetry #poetry22 #Slice of Life #surprise

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wildbeautifuldamned · 6 days

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louis-damien · 1 year

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manifesting that a really big and cool deer shows up so we can get deer sausages and also be done hunting this year

#i offered to go out with cole to keep him company #wonderfully quiet out here but there have been 0 deer #hunting mention tw

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hazelfoureyes · 1 month

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Do you think you could do a male version of the radioapple is the safe word? Or maybe just a gender neutral pronouned story? I adore it so much

of course! I am happy to adapt my stories whenever possible 🥺✨ sometimes I can’t but this one was an easy enough shift! didn’t tag the horny deer cult, this is the same story but with the hardware swapped out. Will tag in new pieces 🙏 warning; I almost exclusively watch femboy gay porn and it shows

The Safeword is RadioApple (Part 1)

(RadioApple x MaleReader)

Part 1 ꒰აMaleReader✧FemaleReader໒꒱ Part 2 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱ Part 3 ꒰აAlastorxLucifer໒꒱ tidbit (cute, not smut) Part 4 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱✨NEW✨ ₊⊹⁀➴ Lucifer wins⟡Alastor Wins

tags/warnings/promises: Alastor x Reader, Lucifer x Reader, smut, RadioApple in a sense, male reader, creampie, breath play, rough sex, Alastor is an eternal little shit, soft jazz, hard jazz, Luci calls himself Daddy, 🗣️ READER GETS SPITROASTED, threesome, asshole hulk smashed, half assed blowjob, help I got too horny on main

MINORS DNI BRUH

“Sir.”

Lucifer jumped, whipping around and shoving Alastor’s face away. “You are a living nightmare, fuck!” He hated being snuck up on, as most people do. Adjusting his hat, he looked around the hotel lobby to see if anyone else witnessed his personal jump scare. Charlie and Vaggie were seated nearby, but hadn’t paid them any attention.

“I aim to please! Now,” Alastor gestured to the stairs, “I, unfortunately, need to show you something upstairs.”

“Ha!” Lucifer forced out a laugh, “Ha. Haaa- Not a chance, scarecrow. Find someone else to search for your brain.” He smirked to himself. “Did you hear that Charlie? I made a joke.”

But Charlie was not laughing. She finally turned her focus to them. “Dad, you have to start trying to get along with Alastor.” She looked to Alastor who was nodding along as if he actually cared at all, “He’s trying to spend time with you. Come on, Dad. For me?”

With a pout, he dramatically crossed his arms, “Fine. I’ll play nice, for you. Not for him.” Lucifer glared daggers at Alastor. “Fuck him.”

“Daaad!” She groaned.

“Yeah yeah, I’m going.”

Alastor let his microphone follow behind Lucifer’s back, an unseen and unfelt safety net so he couldn’t back out. When they approached Alastor’s door, Lucifer put up his hands as if to physically stop the situation from progressing, “There is no way in all of hell I am going in your bedroom.”

Alastor’s eyes rolled, frustrated already with the interaction. “Are you sure about that?” He pushed the door open, using his mic to make contact with the small of Lucifer’s back. He stopped resisting when he finally looked into the room.

He took a step in, willingly, and as he saw you sitting in the center of the bed in just your sleep robe, he let out a quiet, “What the fuck is this?”

Then a louder, “Heeey, kitten…”. The sound of the door locking made his head whip back to Alastor, teeth bared.

“Luci.”

Softened under the sound of his own name from your lips he brought his attention back to the bed.

It was no secret to anyone that you two were fond of each other. It was the little things you did that endeared the fallen angel to you, how you doted on him. Filling his glass at dinner when you noticed it getting close to empty, holding the door for him, keeping eye contact when he went off on some excited tangent.

Everyone was also aware you were Alastor’s person. And Alastor would give you anything you wanted in death; and today you happened to want Luci.

You’d seen the broadcasts of the King of Hell defending his daughter during the last extermination. The power he gave off, even from your screen, brought goosebumps down your arms. So when you found your way to the hotel, you were elated to see Lucifer himself readily available for interactions. Your luck continued, as your father’s love of jazz had been passed down to you and allowed the radio demon to notice your presence among the sea of new residents. Following the sounds of Nat ‘King’ Cole, he found you one evening in your room, and a mutual fondness for music bore a new friend. And then, more.

Soon enough you were a regular member of the Hazbin Hotel core crew, by way of Alastor.

That’d been some months ago now, and you finally had the courage to ask Alastor for a special favor.

No part of him understood your motivation, but the idea of making the king of hell pussy-whipped to his darling was understanding enough. And, of course, the pleasure of watching you enjoy yourself. While he was capable all his own, he was happy to allow someone else to fill in. Not to mention—- no, actually, definitely mention the fact it would give him a little more power in the tense dynamic between himself and Lucifer.

For Alastor, sharing you physically wasn’t an issue. Sex was something he did for your pleasure, though he did enjoy the control he held over you in those intimate moments.

Watching you mewl under someone else, knowing he gave the permission, that Lucifer would never have a chance in Hell if The Radio Demon didn't allow it, made his head dizzy with the loss of blood flow. Whatever pleasure Lucifer could give you was pleasure he has granted you both. The idea of someone pining for you but never having a chance unless he says so made him feel powerful.

“I have a request, of sorts.” You tried to keep your smile still, cheeks twitching with pure nerves. The room was lit by only two small lamps on either nightstand and the light coming from the half open bathroom.

Lucifer approached you, making a dramatic point of going past Alastor. The radio demon chuckled, the king of hell scowled. He placed one knee on the end of the bed, trying to forget this was the spot you shared most nights with Alastor. His smile encouraged you to continue.

“You can say no.” You added quickly.

“Why would I ever do that?” Lucifer continued to smile at you, too sweetly for what you were going to ask.

“Many reasons.” You added quicker.

“Come on, tell Luci.” He laughed softly at the idea of denying you anything.

You pressed the tips of your index fingers together nervously, “I want you to fuck me.”

He tried to blink but his eyelids only seemed to rise further and further up his face with every attempt.

“You what now?”

His eyes darted to Alastor, who was now crawling onto the bed and settling behind you.

“It was a fairly straightforward statement, sir.” Alastor’s tone was always teetering on mocking when he addressed Lucifer, “My dear would like you, for some god awful reason, to bed him.”

If this hadn’t been such a shock, Lucifer would have quipped, “Oh because you can’t, you overdressed maitre d’?”

But when he opened his mouth, there was nothing. He just stared at you. Alastor’s long legs and lanky arms came down beside you, behind you. You looked like the enticing light of an angler fish’s lure, sharp teeth shining just over your shoulder.

“I thought-,” he motioned between the two of you.

You nodded, “Alastor is happy when I’m happy. And right now, I’d be overjoyed to spend an evening taking care of you.”

Oh, why couldn’t you have said it so sweetly the first time? Take care of him? You always did. Every time he felt something lacking he’d find you close behind offering him just the thing.

Whether a smile, or supportive word, or just a sympathetic ear.

Shifting onto your hands and knees, you crawled toward Lucifer. His face was flush, his brows knitted together in some mix of worry and confusion.

“You don’t have to do that, kitten. I don’t need that.” He reached out a hand to touch your cheek but stopped himself; he’d never touched you before. He had gone out of his way to avoid it, because he couldn’t bear what it would do to him. He’d just be hurting himself, he had thought. His hand began to pull away but you reached out with both of yours and took hold of his wrist.

“I don’t have to do anything, ever, Luci,” Alastor’s grin widened as you said it. A hum of approval only he could hear. A silent, ‘That’s my boy.’

“This is about what I want.” You leaned up to rest your cheek in his open palm, “I’ll accept any answer from you.” Your eyes staring up at him promised safety, “So, what do you want?”

He buried his face in his free hand, opening his fingers to look over you once more. In the shade of the canopied bed, Alastor sat motionless. But Lucifer couldn’t see him, not because of the shadows but because his focus was so purely on you. He had absolute tunnel vision, which happened often when you two would speak. Lucifer made a low sound, coming from somewhere deep in his chest, hidden beneath all his shame and sense of inadequacy.

Your question was answered as he removed his hat, tossing it to the chaise lounge near the wall. You sat back on your legs and gave him space to remove his coat. Your heart seemed to double its pace, skin practically vibrating. A not-insignificant part of you expected a gentle but firm, “kindly fuck off.”

He seemed to be avoiding eye contact as he pulled his bow tie loose, only returning his knee to the bed when he’d kicked off his boots. Just the shifting of the weight of the bed made your thighs twitch, finally. Alastor leaned backed and watched, Lucifer’s gaze was full of uncertainty as he crawled to you.

Hilarious. Already worth the price of admission.

Both on your knees, you leaned up and placed a chaste kiss on Lucifer’s lips. Pulling back, you looked at him and he felt like we’re looking at the sun. Your face was so bright, and warm. What light were you reflecting back at him? Surely not his own. That was long dead. Long buried under bruised wings and lost promises.

You snaked your fingers into his hair and brought him in for a deeper kiss. When you bit gently on his bottom lip, he shakily opened his mouth. Your grin spread across both of your faces as you pushed your way past his lips.

Lucifer’s tongue was long, and tapered more than you’d expected. It moved, unsure, against yours. Your hands slunk out of his hair and down his chest, sliding until finding the buttons of his vest.

You felt him gasp into you, and when you began to open his shirt he pulled away, “It’s been… a very long time.”

A scream echoed in your skulll, your own scream, thankfully entirely in your mind. He was so cute. So soft. He looked so worried, you wanted to rip him to pieces with affection. Was that possible? You were going to try.

Your hands fumbled over his belt, the tremble in your fingers making the pants button feel like an aptitude test. Your mouth returned to him, kissing down his cheeks and into the space under his jaw. Finally you could slip your hand down into his pants, and you hissed without thinking.

He was painfully hard, throbbing head pressed into his skin. Your own cock twitched under your robe at the feeling.

Did you do this? Had you gotten the King like this with just a question and a kiss? Tip nearly purple with pressure, you rested your forehead on his collarbone and watched his stomach jump as you wrapped your fingers around it.

Alastor fought back a laugh, tongue nearly cut clean off with the attempt. This was better than he had expected. And he had just the idea to push it over the top.

When your head dipped to swipe your tongue over Lucifer’s cock, you both startled at the sudden sound of music. First you looked to the radio, then to Alastor.

One hand was loosening his bow tie, the other unbuckling his pants.

“Don’t stop on my accord,” he bit his bottom lip, watching your attention return to Lucifer’s lap.

Lucifer raised a finger in protest, “I wasn’t aware this was a group activity.”

“The more the merrier.” Alastor whipped his belt off and tossed it to the floor, other hand pulling his member free.

“Three’s a crowd.”

“Two heads are better than one.” When Alastor lifted your robe away and sunk himself into you, hole soft and ready for him already, you moaned into the blonde hair at the base of Lucifer’s cock.

Your breath over his shaft and now down his balls made his hips buck against you. Your hands gripped at Lucifer’s thighs, trying to get steady enough to return your mouth to his waiting heat. You could smell his arousal, your head dizzy with so many of your senses being assaulted by both men.

“You okay, kitten?” A concerned hand came to your cheek.

Your watery, lust clouded eyes met his, “It feels so good, Luci.” His dick jerked. When you finally managed to get him in your mouth his head fell back, legs under him twitching with the need to move along to the bobbing of your head. Lucifer was wider than Alastor, the corners of your mouth burning as you tried to take in as much of him as possible.

Alastor’s hand raked long nails down your back, a whine ran from your throat and down Lucifer’s shaft. He moaned in turn, trying to not connect the dots between himself and Alastor.

“I think you may need a little demonstration, from someone more–, “ Alastor leaned down, his face now inches from Lucifer’s. His hand wrapped around your neck, “experienced.” He pulled you up by your throat.

Lucifer watched, your knees no longer touching the bed as Alastor fucked up into you. One hand gripping your throat, one arm holding your body against his. Your face began to redden, and your thighs noticeably clenching as best they could, legs open and feet on either side of Alastor’s body. Your cock hard and bouncing with every thrust. Lucifer winced, you looked pained, he wanted—

“Aa--Alastor,” Your voice was like honey, thick and sweet around Alastor’s name. Lucifer’s face fell flat, how could he have that? What did he need to do to have you say his name in such a debauched way? Why did that gangly sack of bones get all of the fun?

“See? He can handle more than you’d expect.” Alastor grinned, planting a kiss on your neck. You could see Lucifer watching through your wet eyelashes, his cock twitching repeatedly as his hand finally came down to touch himself.

With the hand not holding onto Alastor’s wrist at your throat, you reached out for Lucifer. “Luci.”

Alastor let you fall forward. Keeping your hips in the air and knees dangling just above the comforter, he continued his rough pace into your tight heat. Pulling your body on and off of his length with harsh drags he watched you lick from the base to the top of Lucifer’s member. Each thrust from him knocking your chin against it.

When you popped the head back into your mouth and moaned around it from Alastor’s continued fucking, Lucifer gripped your hair with both hands. Alastor’s own erection jumped in you, the king of hell himself buckling from his dearest’s mouth. He could break him entirely by just pulling you off of Lucifer’s cock and refusing to return you. He was positive Lucifer would cry into his ruined orgasm if he did such a thing.

Tempting.

But, he promised to play along, for you. And he would, at his own terms.

He pushed aside the thought entirely, instead returning to the task in front of him. Your tongue was pinned down when Lucifer was in your mouth, cock too fat to allow any room for movement. You abandoned trying to suck him off, and changed tactics to lick and kiss the sensitive flesh in your hands.

Lucifer’s mind was—- he wasn't sure where exactly. His consciousness splintered around you. The feeling of you; your tongue was swirling around him, the first contact he’s had other than himself in literal years. The sound of you; your soft moans and huffs were both audible and physical, the hot breath ghosting over him. The sight of you; head in his lap as he leaned back, your ass in the air and making a satisfying slapping noise every time–

Alastor. His eyes met Lucifer’s and a wicked grin took hold of his features. Lucifer could practically hear Alastor whisper across your body, ‘Watch this.’ Maybe Alastor had thought it, but he kept it to himself.

Your hands began pumping Lucifer’s length while your body was slightly dragged away as Alastor backed up and let your knees find some solid ground again.

Lucifer sat on his legs still, eyes flitting from between your face to the place you and Alastor connected. He could see Alastor disappearing inside you, and every intrusion had you gasping and mewling into the blankets. Your hand was still gently stroking him with outstretched arms, eyes clenched close.

Alastor smirked up at Lucifer, coming down over your back to reach around your body and find your dick, now pulsing under his hand. Immediately, you reacted. Legs squeezing together, hands stilling around your king’s cock. With a bite and lick to your shoulder blade, the radio demon set a bruising pace against you. That warmth in your core was spreading down as you felt him press against your g-spot with every kiss of his hips.

You choked out his name, a chant Lucifer had never wanted to hear before now. How could you make Alastor’s name sound so delicious? He wrapped his fingers around yours on his dick and began moving with you. Your eyes rolled up to him, a weak smile forming before your orgasm made your face tighten. Alastor knew your body so well, bringing you to orgasm was like playing a well practiced song on the piano. Both required strong and fast fingers and a sense of rhythm. His hands working your shaft, fingers ghosting over your balls and head with every stroke up and down.

With a few more deeper, shorter moves Alastor stilled, too. Your knees slid down as your hips sank into the bed, your own release sticky and already cooling under you.

Lucifer let your hand go limp, swallowing hard. He wasn’t ignorant to the way Alastor smiled at him as he reclined into the headboard, tucking himself back into his pants.

“I have complete faith in you, for once.” Alastor teased Lucifer, hand motioning to your still limp body. His smile seemed to dare Lucifer, challenge him, to keep going even with Alastor’s release sitting pretty in you.

Luci took a deep breath, steadying himself mentally, before pushing the hair from your forehead, “Hey there, kitten. What do ya need?”

With an uncharacteristic hunger in your eyes, you forced your line of sight up to him, “You, Luci.” Visibly shuddering, you sat up and brought your legs towards him, your knees touching each other in an odd display of shyness. Your hand felt at your entrance, Alastor’s seed just beginning to find its way from your relaxed and stretched hole.

“Is it okay?” You asked, spreading the thick fluid between your fingers in front of Luci.

Something between a grimace and a pout came over him, it wasn’t his ideal situation but the idea of — just how much he’d slip and slide in and out of your with the added lubrication made him feel feral. He wasn’t stupid, he knew Alastor hoped to ruin you and sour his experience. He decided to not allow it.

With a kiss to his nose, you wrapped your arms around his neck and lied back. You weren’t sure you were breathing anymore when you felt his scorching head slot up with your entrance. He rubbed the leaking fluid over himself and you with swipes up and down your ass, teasing your entrance with every pass. The difference between his heat and the cooled cum made him shiver in turn.

As he began to press into you, your body instinctively scooted away. It took both of your hands hooked under his arms to stay still enough for him to make any real headway.

Luci stopped, your face clearly pained. Your head shook in response, “Please, you just have to keep going. I’ll adjust.” While both of his heads swelled with pride – Alastor’s cock clearly smaller – Luci didn’t notice the wild eyes of the radio demon.

Alastor brought a hand to his face, red eyes peering between his spread fingers, smile threatening to break at the seams as he watched Lucifer Morningstar fucking his cum into his darling dear.

What a pitiful sight. How humiliating.

What would Charlie think of her big bad daddy? What would the other sins say? If they could see their king now, slick and shiny?

Your nails cut into his skin, and you were worried you were tearing slightly. Instead of attempting to thrust his way in, he chose to just continually press. The way your body seemed to be splitting made you second guess your decisions. But when his head finally popped in, your bullied boy cunt got some reprieve. He stopped, taking deep breaths.

Tears were collecting on your waterline, Luci noticed and leaned on an elbow to wipe them away. His blonde hair was falling forward now, tickling at your forehead.

You nodded, answering a question he didn’t ask, and he continued to force your walls open to accommodate him. The only sound in the room was the soft instrumental jazz number playing from atop the dresser. Your voice was stuck in your throat, Luci was focusing too hard to form words. Alastor could speak, but the music was just too enjoyable to interrupt.

Finally, after what could have been two minutes or twenty, you felt Luci bottom out. You had to just lie there for a second, never having felt something so solid in your otherwise soft body. No slight to Alastor, who was perfectly skilled in his abilities. Luci was just—- more than you had expected.

As he pulled out, you thanked the heavens and hell and the rings within that Alastor had left you so wet and already softened. The first few thrusts were genuinely uncomfortable, the pleasure you felt almost entirely mental, drawn from the reality of who was pulling your insides back and forth. You were so tight around him that he too was almost pained; so much pressure but no way to move enough to get any release.

Slowly, the ring of your entrance relented and Luci could finally move at a normal pace. He would take himself out to his head before slipping back in. Every thrust made your body spread around him, a semi-truck through a field of sunflowers. Your body didn’t stand a chance, and you were grateful he chose gentleness for his entrance.

He leaned back on both hands, using the position to fucked up into you at an angle. He knew very well where to hit to begin gathering your pleasure.

Alastor dropped his head, yours between his legs. His hair made a short curtain, hiding the look he was giving you from Luci. He adores the faces you make when you are happy. Excited. Pleasured. You tried to offer him a smile, but you couldn’t manage it for long. Your eyes would roll back, lips tighten as you focused on the feeling Luci was providing. Focused on the sensations, of being so full, so sticky wet, so wanted. But Alastor was still watching, the sight of Luci blocked from his view as he enjoyed every little twitch of your mouth, every whimper.

It wasn’t jealousy, it was something more personal that stung Luci. While he couldn’t actually discern the looks you two gave each other, Luci felt very much the odd man out. But, he considered his position. Literally. He was leaning as far from your body as he could. He remembered the way you said Alastor’s name. Alastor had showed him exactly what to do, albeit in his usual obnoxious, showy fashion.

Sitting up, Luci adjusted your legs and slotted himself between them. Alastor leaned back, relinquishing your focus. Both of you looked at Luci though as one of his hands came to enclose your throat.

Alastor was almost impressed. Almost. You brought both hands to wrap around his wrist, glancing to Alastor behind you.

The words came out of Alastor as half warning, half instruction, “If he needs you to stop, he’ll tap two fingers twice on you, wherever he can reach.” Lucifer nodded, eyes not meeting Alastor’s. He kept them on your face, watching for any sign of distress as he tightened his grip. The way your muscles clenched around him earned you a hiss.

He began to move again, the new position causing his stomach to rut against your returning erection as he buried himself in you. More clenching; He tightened his grip more.

“Are you sure he isn’t hurting?” Luci asked, your eyes closed and nails digging into his wrists.

“Nonsense. Can’t you feel him? Or does he just grip me like that?” The cocky expression made Luci unconsciously clench his fist on your neck. A gentle tap tap snapped him back to you. He loosened up again, his eyes large and apologetic.

You unconsciously tightened your own grip on his dick, grinding up into him for more friction. Your body had finally relaxed, pleasure freely flowing from where you and Luci tangled together. You closed your eyes, the pressure constant on the veins to your head. Blood flow restricted just enough to lower your oxygen levels and raise the nitrogen oxide in your body. It resulted in a dizzying feeling, maybe there was a primal panic that caused your body to feel heightened pleasure. You didn’t feel scared, or in danger. You felt —— ah there it was. You felt weak. You felt docile. You felt like you existed purely to give pleasure and the idea turned you on. In every day life you’d never allow someone to use you, to push you around. You were anything but subservient. That’s why it was so enthralling now. It was so strange a sensation. And to give yourself so fully to the king of hell, the originator of all sin? You groaned, head rolling back.

Luci watched your head loll, drank in your groans and gasps and felt himself get dizzy too. More. Say his name like you did Alastor’s. Praise how well he fucked you. Reward him. Love him.

He pulled out suddenly, his head leaving you for the first time since it managed to fit in initially. Luci put both hands on your hips and directed you to roll onto your stomach. He pulled your ass up, knees bent. You crawled up enough to rest your forehead on the crook of Alastor’s leg, one lazily outstretched and the other bent under him slightly. Luci wasted no time pushing back in. He leaned over you and pressed his hand into your back, forcing your chest to be slightly crushed into the bed. He pulled out and slammed back into you, tearing a yelp from you as he hit deeper than he had before, stomach lurching into your chest with the impact.

He stopped, unsure, until he felt your hand reach under yourself and rest at the junction of his knee and calf. His other hand came to your right hip, and he used it to keep you from sliding up the bed. Letting his eyes close again, he focused on the feeling of you around him. His crotch and thighs were covered in oil and cum, his balls tight against him. Every drag out of you made his body jerk back into you with need. It felt so good, too good. He needed more. He pressed hard into you, oversized tip of his cock opening parts of you never before reached. He made shorter thrusts now, ensuring he bottomed out every time. It was too deep, too much of a stretch. Your moans slowly devolved into screams, the pleasure mixed with a soft burning.

You could feel him spreading open your body, soft walls helpless to resist his raging member. The feeling of your silky boy cunt sliding along his cock, your tight hole gripping him, was driving him mad.

You were screaming. Actual, pleasured screams, threatening to alert the entire hotel to your activities. Wails that started shrill and dipped into a gutteral cry filled the room with every thrust of Lucifer’s frenzied hips.

A tiny part of your brain felt embarrassed, a dying animal shrieking into Alastor’s thigh.

An ever shrinking part of Lucifer existed too, the piece of him too preoccupied with your two fingers on his leg to enjoy you. It got smaller and smaller, no longer a blockade to his pleasure, but a safety net allowing him to walk the tightrope of sadism.

The radio’s volume dial rolled, smooth jazz now blaring and drowning out your painfully pleasured cries. Alastor was fine with allowing someone to take care of your needs at his permission but strangers had no business enjoying your sounds.

As Luci became lost in the sensation of your body trying to suck him in whole, his hand on your back began to press down. Your breaths got shorter, it got harder to expand your lungs fully.

Face turned and drooling onto the fabric of Alastor’s pants, you started gasping out his name, “Luci! Nngh Luciiii, Lucifer.”

Your lips dropped his name and it fell like lead into his thoughts. He fought the urge to close his eyes again as he felt his orgasm building. He watched your flushed skin jump beneath every punishing thrust, his name a spell you could now barely whisper, not enough breathe to scream. Your upper body was entirely buried into the mattress. It felt like your back might snap with Luci’s loss of control. You kept your hand on his leg, ever ready to tap out.

The yellow of his eyes turned red, just like the skin of your ass where his hip bones chaffed. “You take me so well, kitten.” He ground out, “Daddy’s gonna cum.”

Alastor’s eyes glowed a blood red from the end of the bed, a wickedly devious grin across his face at the opportunity before him, he looked up at Luci and said with a commanding tone, “Cum.”

Luci was already over that peak when his eyes flew up to catch Alastor’s, it was too late to stop his orgasm. He was helpless to disobey, despite his now desperate desire to never cum again. With a moan, and a hiss, he pressed your body fully into the mattress. Your body now flush, he waited until his cock stopped jerking his long overdue seed into your bruised ass.

Luci lied on top of you even after you were full to the brim with his cum. It was already forcing its way out around his softening cock when he managed to roll off of you and onto his back.

Staring at the canopy of the bed, he felt two emotions rise to the surface. First, concern. He turned to you, and you gave a weak thumbs up.

Second, rage.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Fuck you.” He looked to Alastor, who was grinning as he pet your head, whispering something to you.

“Little late for dirty talk, your highness.”

Lucifer growled, but Alastor’s palm pressed against his forehead and pushed him back down to the bed.

“I sleep on the left. I’d prefer you on the right.” he gently moved your head from his lap, “Beside me, my dear. A darling barrier.” Alastor didn’t look at Lucifer, just slid off the bed and walked into the en-suite bathroom. “No outside clothes under the comforter.” Alastor called from the bathroom before the sound of rushing water poured in.

You rolled onto your back, still catching your breath. Body sprawled out on the massive bed like a starfish.

Lucifer turned onto his side, hand caressing your arm. “Are you okay, kitten? I didn’t mean to lose myself like that.” He felt shame, like he had done something terrible. “And— I didn’t help you finish. That’s pretty shitty.”

But it fell away when you smiled back at him, “I feel great. Sore, but great all the same.” You let your fingers clumsily lace with his. “I really like you, Luci. And I don’t need to cum to enjoy myself. You can always try again, ya know?”

Lucifer felt his face grow warm, but couldn’t press you to clarify what exactly that meant before Alastor scooped you up and carried you to the bath.

There was a moment where he was alone, noticing the radio was back to a tolerable volume, the water splashing softly out of view. He felt out of place, like he had accidentally walked into a stranger’s home. He wasn’t sure what to do next, where to go from there when Alastor’s head popped back into the room, annoyed, “Are you coming or not? Those are clean sheets.”

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Wrote more than I thought so TLDR; Hana is forced to kill Genji after she, Hanzo, Jesse(Cole) and Tracer are taken hostage by the Shimada Clan, flees and falls down the waterfall after being attack by Hanzo, meets and lives with Doomfist and Maximilian, plots revenge on head advisor, takes over Deadlock Pack, AU crossover and adopts younger siblings, gets with Doom, platonic with Max, invades Shimada Clan and either kills the advisor and lives while Ashe dies or Hana and the advisor die while Ashe lives and disappears.

In an alternate future of Hana's story(which I'm still yet to finish), she's in her twenties when the Shimada Clan find out both Hanzo and Genji are alive and seek to bring them home so the Clan can finally have their leader. To keep peace and find ways to stay with their respective families, Hanzo and Genji return to the mountains with Jesse(Cole), Tracer and Hana while Winston remained behind in Morrison Clan territory while Mercy and the other members remained at the Waterhole Flock.

After arriving in the mountains, which took at least a month, it doesn't take the head advisor, a panther shifter, long to realize Hana is different and can't understand them when they are in their animal shifts. Taking advantage of this, the head advisor has Jesse(Cole) and Tracer detained and Hanzo and Genji are chained in their animal shifts for all to see while Hana is dragged away. In private, the advisor tells Hana she is to choose who the next Shimada leader will be by killing one of the brothers. Hana tries to refuse but is told if she does not choose, Jesse(Cole) and Tracer will be killed instead.

Hana is given a day to decide who will die and comes to a regrettable decision. The next day, with her handmade stone dagger, Hana is guided to where Hanzo and Genji are chained and stands in front of Genji while the advisor announces the next leader has been chosen.

Both brothers immediately understand what is happening and Genji exepts his fate, laying down in front of Hana, while Hanzo protests through roars and clattering chains. With tears and a sorry, Hana kills the younger Shimada. The crowd falls silent, Jesse(Cole) and Tracer staring down at them from afar in horror as Hana sobs into Genji's fur and the advisor announces Hanzo as the new leader.

Hanzo breaks from his shock as he is unchained and lunges at Hana in a fit of rage and grief, which quickly turns to despair before the first drop of blood can drip from the four gashes that now went across the right side of face, over her eye.

Before Hanzo can utter a word, Hana flees, out of the Shimada Clan camp and into the mountains, with Hanzo following soon after, Jesse(Cole) and Tracer breaking free to catch up. Hana runs until she reaches the point where the river turned into a waterfall, forced to stop so she doesn't fall off the cliff.

It doesn't take long for Hanzo to catch up and start pleading for Hana to step away from the edge. Instead, in her grief, regret and confusion, Hana backs away from her adoptive father, plummeting when her foot slips off the edge, with Hanzo screaming and reaching after her as Jesse(Cole) and Tracer also reach the edge.

Like Genji, Hana survives the fall but, unlike Genji, Hana floats through the Waterhole Flock on a broken log and in a day she is in the Tropical Dessert region. Lost and unsure what to do, Hana wanders the dessert for days until she finally passes out from exhaustion, hunger and thirst. When she wakes again, she finds herself in the care of a fruit bat shapeshifter named Maximilian and a begrudged liver named Doomfist.

Max tries to get Hana to explain why she was and how she got in the river, but she refuses to utter a word, to the annoyance and relief of Doomfist. It all became worse when Hana found she could now shapeshift, but not into just one animal, but into six, a lion, a leopard, a wolf, a cheetah, a deer and a tiger, much to the surprise of Max and the suspicion of Doomfist. The number of animals earned her the name Mefa, meaning Six in Yoruba.

Through trial and error, the three manage to get along as the days and weeks turned into months.

Eventually, Hana was able to voice her want for revenge on the Shimada Clan advisor through drawings in the sand. The first step is taking over her father's(Jesse) old pack, Deadlock. With a plan formed and an agreement reached that Hana would hand control over to Doomfist after he helps, the three set out to invade the pack.

Once they reached the pack, Doom and Max distracted the pack while Hana used her cheetah shift to sneak into the camp and kill the leader, presenting her win to the pack in her wolf form. Once leader, Ashe tries to trick Hana into killing her two children under the guise of saying new leader's kill the old leader's children and to kill anyone else who defies this decision. Explaining this, Ashe reveals her eldest is her daughter with Jesse(Cole). Hana was never going to go along with this apparent rule, but hearing these two were basically her siblings, she took them under her wing and soon found out they're names were Runt and Travis(AU crossover!)

Hana didn't immediately lead the Deadlock to attack the Shimada Clan, but instead remained in the dessert and worked to change the way the pack was run, marking every rank as equal. During this time, Doom and Hana grow closer and became mates while Max became a platonic mate of sorts to the both of them.

Eventually, once the pack was stronger and more united, Hana and Doomfist started leading the pack towards the mountains, leaving Max incharge of the old, the young and mothers. She didn't let it show, but when she passed the Morrison Clan camp, which looked deserted by then, she felt a ping in her heart.

When the pack was near the Waterhole Flock, the group spotted them pack being led by the liger and tiger and sent Lucio to warn the Shimada Clan when it was made clear that the Waterhole Flock and Talcon Clan was not the packs target. Being a bird, Lucio reached the mountain long before the pack and warned Hanzo and Jesse(Cole), who had taken over as the leading pair. With advanced notice, Hanzo was able to give to orders to prepare for battle before the pack arrived.

Once the pack reached the gates of the Shimada Clan, under the orders of only killing your opponent if needed, Hana left the charge in Doomfist's charge while she broke off in her deer shift to track down the advisor.

When the fight started, Jesse led the charge on the Shimada end while the advisor led Hanzo away, suggesting the pack was hear to kill the head of the clan to take over the territory. Hana was quick to spot the pair and follow from afar in her tiger shift.

During their flee, the two were taken by surprised when their path was blocked by the pale pelted tiger. While the advisor yelled curses and orders at the tiger, Hanzo was quick to recognize that the tiger was his long lost daughter and was ready to exept death then and there when Hana lunges at him.

This is where the story splits. I've thought of two different ends.

Ending one is after Hana lunges and knocks into the advisor they roll for a moment and Hana gets the upper hand, sence the advisor has no battle training, and throws him from the cliff right as Jesse, Tracer and Kiriko reach them. Like Hanzo, Jesse(Cole) recognizes the tiger as Hana and stares in shock, giving Ashe the chance to sneak up on him.

Seeing this, Hana lunges towards Jesse, making him think he's being attacked for a moment before Hana rolls herself and the white wolf away. Being physically and emotionally exhausted, Ashe got the upper hand against Hana and almost killed her if it had not been for Doomfist showing up in time, killing the she-wolf almost as soon as he pulled her off his mate.

This part also reveals Runt being Jesse's(Cole's) daughter he didn't know about, which he verbalized with regret as he shakes his head. Both Runt and Hana understand this and Hana speaks for the first time in ages.

"Love you, Da."

Hana looks between the two for a moment before turning into a wolf and howling for the packs retreat then shifting into a leopard to flee with Doomfist and Runt, leaving Hanzo and Jesse(Cole) behind with a mix of pride and loss as they watched their daughter go to start her own life after correcting a multi-generation wrong.

When the pack is finally home, Hana ends up staying to lead with Doomfist while raising Travis and teaching Runt to take over as the next leader when the time comes.

The second ending starts like the first, but in this ending, the advisor can fight and gets the upper hand. When Jesse(Cole), Tracer and Kiriko reach them, the advisor has Hana pinned in her human form next to the edge. Knowing the advisor is going to kill her, Hana sends her long lost family a sad smile before kicking herself and the advisor off the cliff, Doomfist and Runt reaching the cliff in time to see her fall.

Hanzo is the first to act and race down the cliff after them, Jesse(Cole) racing after when he hears Hanzo yell Hana after the falling pair. As soon as the pair reached the bottom, Hanzo scooped his limp daughter into his arms while Jesse(Cole) cradled her head in his hands, both sobbing as Tracer and Kiriko reach them again.

Jesse also finds out about his daughter when Runt races towards them crying 'Sister', filling him with more grief and regret as he stares up at his female mini-me. After grieving over Hana, Doomfist and Runt agree to let Hana buried at the Waterhole Flock next to Genji, both knowing how Hana grieved her uncle until her last day.

Ashe lives in this ending, but leaves the pack with a few others and Bob, while Doomfist takes over the pack alone and Max mainly raises Travis alone with Runt's help.

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OW Shapeshifter AU Transported Shapeshifting story writen and drawn by Me

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