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the-purple-hero · 4 years

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CNK Story Campaign (Team Spyro)

{{So before I start, I just got a little bored and decided to write out a full thing if Spyro had his own team in Crash Nitro Kart for all the cutscenes. I was inspired after seeing a post with hypothetical teams in CNK, so I thought I’d do my own with a Team Spyro. This will feature Spyro, Hunter and Agent 9.

Note, that this is written in a script type of format because if it were in my regular writing form it’d be a huge writing passage, I hope you guys like it.}}

*Accepting Velo’s Challenge

The cutscene begins giving close up shots of Spyro, Hunter and Agent 9 respectively as they wave and Velo’s crowd cheers.

Velo: Do you accept my challenge?....OUT WITH IT!

Spyro: Y’eesh calm down big guy, don’t need to see ya havin’ a big ol’ fit! Yeah we take your challenge and you’ll see what real speed looks like!

Velo: Then it is decided! You will race across four worlds of my choosing! And if you should win each world’s key. You will earn a chance to race the galactic champion, for your freedom. I even modified vehicles for you to give you a fighting chance.

Spyro: Uh huh that’s all well and good, my pals and I will show you! Lets make somethin’ clear, you’re not gonna have the last laugh here.

Velo: Think you’ll put up quite a challenge do you? Well they all say that dragon, but I do love watching some intense competition!....Now, onto the first world, Terra!

The cutscene finishes with Team Spyro hopping in their vehicles and Sparx joining up next to the little dragon. Spyro gave one last look up at Velo’s holographic head with a look of confidence at the Emperor’s sneer before driving off to Terra.

*Terra’s Champion

Velo: You’ve collected 3 trophies, a promising start! Now you must face Terra’s champion, Krunk!

Krunk appears and bats his chest like a gorilla

Velo: Krunk’s speed is only matched by his cunning on the track

Krunk: They will race me? They look slow, send them back!

Spyro glares at him and holds back Agent 9 who looks ready to aim his blaster

Velo: But Krunk, they’re from... eh...where exactly are you lot from hmm?

Spyro: Psh, as if I’m gonna tell ya that. No way, I’d rather keep it to ourselves can’t have you comin’ and causing trouble if y’don’t mind.

Krunk: Well whatever planet, or world or wherever you came from I’m going to show you a real defeat and send you back with your head hanging low!

Spyro: Riiiight, sure you will, how ‘bout we get goin’ and we’ll see who comes out the victor!

Spyro gives off a smug smirk as both him and Krunk make eye contact, with Agent 9 grumbling behind him and Velo chuckling darkly at the tension.

*Krunk Defeated

The cutscene begins with the crowds surprised at Team Spyro’s victory with one shouting their praises and receiving dirty looks from those near him, and then Krunk approaches the team.

Krunk: Key makes you champion of Terra, also opens all world gates on my planet. Visit when you want.

Spyro noticed that the Terran seemed really sad at his defeat despite his hostility from earlier.

Spyro: Sure thing, not a problem neat skills out there.

Krunk: Really? Thanks! You three aren’t so bad yourselves!

Spyro: Yep, just doin’ our best y’know and trust me we’re gonna win this thing.

Krunk: Hmmm, maybe you will but don’t get too excited.

Velo then appeared back up much to Krunk’s dismay.

Velo: Krunk! Leave my sight!

A beam of light then took Krunk away.

Velo: You’d did well but your nowhere close to winning the circuit yet, onto the second world! Barrin!

*Barrin’s Champion

Velo: You now have six trophies, with these you have earned the right to race Nash! Barrin’s champion! Nash was engineered to always move, he never stops or even sleeps!

Nash: Put ‘em up, put ‘em up!

Nash proceeds to spin around while Spyro shakes his head, Hunter looks confused and Agent 9 looks excited.

Spyro: Y’know this guy, looks like they weren’t kiddin’ he looks like he just had waaay too much candy or something.

Nash: Is that, enough? I need to get moving!

Velo: Soon Nash

Nash: Not soon.... NOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!

Velo is visibly angered by the backtalk and growls at him which shut Nash down and made him back off.

Velo: Excellent

*Nash Defeated

Nash is off to the side looking frustrated and mumbling things to himself and shaking his fins.

Spyro: Guess we made ol’ sharptooth over there mad, you guys doin’ alright after that?

Hunter: You could say that Spyro, but ugh got hit by those fans so many times I don’t know when I’m gonna stop feeling this dizzy, Agent 9 is well...watching Nash because I guess he hit him with something out on the track.

Spyro looks over at Agent 9 who was standing behind one of the pillars and spying on Nash who was starring at the shark who had blasted him during the race.

Agent 9: OOOOH Let me at ‘em!

Just his luck, Nash then runs up to Team Spyro looking very angry and seemed to be still on the aggressive side.

Nash: Gimmie my key back!!! COME ON! HAND IT OVER!

Spyro: Watch it sharptooth, you lost! How ‘bout backin’ off before ya get toasted! Trust me y’don’t wanna mess with this dragon tough guy!

Nash: I don’t CARE! I am not scared of some purple LIZARD!

Before he could say anymore he saw Agent 9 sneaking over but Nash was so focused on his anger he didn’t notice, and realizing what was happening Spyro smirked and stepped out of the monkey’s way.

Agent 9: HehehaHAHAHHA Look who’s here! OOH you’re gonna get a chance to meet MISTER BLASTER!

Agent 9 points his blaster at Nash

Nash: Gah! Nonono get away from me you crazy freak!

Agent 9 chases Nash with his blaster managing to get off a few shots around the coliseum but missed, although making the shark scream and flail his fins around while Agent 9 was cackling like a madman, even Spyro got in on it and managed to blow flames at the shark as he ran past him.

Spyro: How’s that for not bein’ scared of the purple lizard?

This went on for a bit before they are interrupted by Velo’s hologram, ignoring the monkey’s antics and Spyro stopped first.

Velo: Nash! Get out of here I’ll deal with you later!

Agent 9: I’ve got you NOW!

Agent 9 fires one more time hitting Nash in the rear, and he lunges at him but misses him as he is beamed away and led the monkey to have a hard landing with a splat on the ground.

Agent 9: HEY! Stop messing up my fun!

Velo rolls his eyes with a look of disgust, and proceeds to ignore him.

Velo: Well your halfway there here’s where things start to get tricky... On to Phenomena!

*Fenomena’s Champion

Velo: With your nine trophies, you have earned the right to face Phenomena’s champion...Norm!

Norm appears on his pedestal reading a book, not even looking at the team below.

Spyro ends up snickering, along with Hunter and Agent 9 laughed, and even Velo laughed at Norm but then shook his head and came to his senses.

Velo: Don’t let Norm’s size fool you, he’s a demon on the race track.

Norm looked away from his book, crossed his arms and shook his head refusing to race.

Velo: NOOOOOOOO! You ARE racing today, now DO IT!

Norm quickly got down and he turned into some kind of blue goo, and split into two piles of it.

Spyro: What the-?

Hunter: Heh heh, looks like jello

Hunter leaned down and told Spyro with a chuckle

Spyro: Pfft, good one.

But then the bigger pile had a red hat sprout up and they reformed one looking like Norm as they saw him moments ago, the other like a bigger version of him.

Big Norm: Oooh a race! Count me in!

Small Norm waggled a finger at him and looked away, arms crossed again.

Big Norm: I don’t wanna hear it! The deal was that you race in return for me wearing this dumb getup!

Big Norm approached Team Spyro

Big Norm: Besides, they don’t stand a chance!

Agent 9: We’ll SEE!

Hunter and Spyro both glare at him

Spyro: You guys never learn do ya, well c’mon then let’s go!

*Norm Defeated

Big Norm: You know, you did good out there. You got a real shot at winning this thing! Cause you work together!

Spyro: Heh, well thanks! Y’sure turned out to be a pretty good sport ‘bout all this, you two aren’t so bad together yourselves. The last guy threw a fit when he lost...so my pal Agent 9 and I taught him a thing or two.

Agent 9: I got to have a SHOT at him if you know what I’m saying!

Agent 9 waved his blaster around and both he and Big Norm started laughing at the pun.

Big Norm: Ohoho! I know what you mean, good old Nash can get a little upset over even little things but this is a lot bigger of a deal to him, like us.

Big Norm then looks over at Small Norm who was sitting away, and reading again.

Big Norm: Hey! Come over here and make nice!

Small Norm refused and looked away.

Big Norm: Yeah he pretends not to care, but he’s just like me he hates losin’.

Spyro tilted his head and looked over at Small Norm, he understood it didn’t feel good at all to take a loss. But as he did Velo appeared again, looking very angry.

Velo: Norm! Get over here!

Big Norm: Uh oh

Both Norms are persuaded to fuse again by Velo and they do.

Velo: Perhaps I need new ways to motivate you... like... taking your books away!

Norm looks horrified before he is beamed out.

Velo: I thought he had you beat...but you proved me wrong! You won’t be so lucky on Teknee!

*Teknee’s Champion

This cutscene is pretty much the same as the other teams canonically in the game just with the Team Spyro characters.

*Geary Defeated

Geary: My key! How did I lose? I know Teknee like the back of my- my hand! It’s dirty! This whole place is filthy!

Geary proceeds to vacuum the coliseum drawing closer to Team Spyro who are celebrating, he notices Hunter and takes out a brush, cleaning his stomach making him giggle before he moved on to vacuuming his underarm leading Spyro to chuckle at him and look at Sparx who was struggling to hold in his giggles while they were being celebrated, not minding the robot just doing some cleaning.

Spyro: Looks like y’won’t need to go and take a bath he’s doing it for ya

Spyro chuckled, gently ribbing at the cheetah who rolled his eyes at his friend, and was startled as suddenly Velo shouted.

Velo: Geary! You have FAILED ME! As punishment you must clean the trophy podium, and when your done with that... you will clean the entire coliseum!

Velo could now be seen standing where his hologram was, in the flesh and laughing evilly at the job he assigned to Geary.

Velo: You now have all 4 champion keys and with these you can now challenge the most accomplished racer in the entire galaxy... me! And I never lose...

*First Velo Defeat

Velo is visibly angry and grumbles with his two advisers looking concerned, but as he calms down they do as well.

Velo: Congratulations you have won the galaxy circuit, and you put on quite a show am I right everyone?

The crowd cheers victoriously

Velo: You are now free to go.

Spyro: Heh, this was too easy your majesty!

The young dragon spoke with his voice dripping with sarcasm on that last part.

Spyro: Told ya that you wouldn’t have the last laugh here. So now if ya don’t mind we’re gonna head back with Crash and our friends back to their home.

Velo: What? You mean Earth? Oh, but now I have to destroy Earth since you no longer want to race. You can’t go back there, I thought I was pretty clear about that, dragon. You must have made some kind of mistake here yes? Thinking you could just go back now.

Hearing this, Spyro starred into Velo’s eyes looking not too happy while Velo looked smugly down at him.

Hunter: That’s not right!

Agent 9: OOOH you’re playing DIRTY!

Velo: What do you mean? You’re free to go.”

Velo still looked smug since he knew exactly what he was doing, they were free to go but not the way they wanted, he still insisted he would doom Crash’s planet.

Spyro: ...Don’t mess with me greenie, I wouldn’t start playin’ these games with me because I can play them better. If you’re gonna play dirty, we could have a go right here you’re not gonna do a thing to Earth or Crash!

Clearly Spyro was not happy with this, he basically had him where he wanted him because there was no way he was going to let him destroy Crash’s home planet, if he had to fight with him he would if need be.

Spyro: Oh ho I get it, you just can’t stand the idea of actually losin’ to us can ya ugly?

Velo is visibly upset by this remark, but tries not to shout or growl at him.

Velo: Are you certain of that? I would tread carefully dragon, Remember you otherworldly savage, do not dare to challenge me in such a way or else I might have to see Earth destroyed for your defiance!

Spyro: Oh yeah? We’ll keep racing if that’s what it’s gonna take for you to back off from Earth.

Velo: A rematch? How exciting! But there are rules you must follow, you first need to earn all my time relics then we can race for the fate of Earth.

Spyro: If that’s what ya want then bring it on greenie, we’ll teach ya another lesson! You’re so on!

*Final Velo Defeat (Ending)

Velo is visibly fuming and growling angrily even more than last time

Velo Adviser 1: My lord please don’t get angry!

Velo Adviser 2: Your suit is leaking sire!

Velo hits the adviser's hovercraft causing him to go flying. While Spyro stood in front of his friends, thinking Velo might attack in a fit of rage. So stepped in front to defend his two friends...but then Velo unexpectedly in his anger exploded into a pile of rubble.

Team Spyro cough and splutter as smoke fills the area, but soon dispels.

Spyro: There’s somethin’ ya don’t see everyday the bad guy exploding. And here I was thinkin’ we were gonna have to take ‘em down in order to get outta this, I guess that’s one way of doin’ it!

Spyro makes his way to Velo’s scepter standing up on his hind legs and tries to move it from there but trips and it lands on him, the item being surprisingly heavy. Hunter helps him up, just as from the rubble the Real Velo emerges from the destroyed robot.

Velo: It’s mine! you can’t have it!

Spyro: Can’t say I saw this coming, that you were just a little guy underneath all that you sure y’still wanna try me short stuff?

Velo shook angrily, and jumped at Spyro and attempted to knock him down and latched onto him and tried to pull the scepter away while Spyro bit onto it and held it in his mouth.

Velo: GIVE IT! YOU MEDDLING DRAGON!

Hunter came up behind him and tried to pull Velo away but he had a tight grip, and tried to scratch at Hunter’s hands while holding on with the other. Spyro pulled the scepter down with his paws and held it tighter releasing it from his mouth actually working as a distraction.

Spyro: Havin’ some trouble short stuff?

Seemed the distraction worked, as Agent 9 put an end to it with a shot from his blaster at Velo which had him yell.

Velo: OUCH!

Agent 9: HAHA got you!

Velo let go instantly and Hunter was still pulling so he tripped back still holding the Emperor, causing Velo to soar in the air and collide with a pillar of the coliseum and slid down. Landing on his back with a groan and Spyro pushed the staff up and Hunter held onto it for him.

Spyro walked up to Velo who grumbled and scooted away from him, and he snorted with smoke coming out of his nostrils.

Spyro: Not so tough now, are ya?

Velo: Okay fine you win! You can take it, my scepter is too big for me anyway.

Velo laid there and crossed his arms in a grumpy manner.

Spyro: Uh huh let that be a lesson to you, didn’t anyone ever tell ya not to mess with dragons? Well there ya go, guys like us ain’t gonna give up especially not to a baddie like you.

Spyro trotted back to his friends and he held the scepter to the best of his ability and he took his friends, including the Bandicoots back home and after a quick trip back to the Dragon Realms to hand over Velo’s scepter to the Magic Crafters so they could handle it as they saw fit.

Afterward he continued with his visit to Wumpa Island, where he hung around with all of his friends together on the beach and soaking up the sun rays and relaxing after all that racing.

THE END

#crash nitro kart #drabble #spyro #nervous about this one to be honest XD

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 5 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 32)

"RIOT GRLS"

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Colson's slowly collecting his stuff. He has a show in NC on the 10th and then is fully on tour until July. Sighing he shoots Ashley a text asking about Luna. She lets him know that she's with her.

"At least she's safe." Even though he's sure Pete is probably right, he's still worried about what could have upset her. He notices the time. "Damn she runs fast." He thinks impressed as he finishes his joint.

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Ashley sits at the kitchen table while Luna paces. "It's the fucking principal. He's basically holding my music hostage, with a fucking Top 40 Hit as the ransom. Its fucking ludicrous!! Like, what the fuck makes anyone think they can fucking own me!?" She shakes her head, knowing exactly what, a Fucking contract, as she looks around for her purse. "Fuck, I didn't even bring my bag. You got any bud?" She asks Ashley.

"Yup." Twisting her pen in her hand. "Sit." She directs Luna.

She does, continuing to vent to her best friend. "And this fucking Alabama shit is insane!! It's like we're taking 10 more steps back, every fucking day." She hits the pen a few times.

"So we do, what we do. Write a fucking Riot Grl song, like we talked about, only now we have a clear message. I know you like being small Loons, but we let it be a top 40 and use it to do something about Alabama. At least draw attention to it and figure out a way to help the girls there." She takes the pen from Luna and hits it herself. "Think about what you do for Flint. Just bigger and more exposed. Fuck, my fans love merch!! We can donate all those proceeds somewhere!!" Ashley can see the wheels turning in Luna's head.

"I can't fucking feature with you, he'll demand another 40, locking me into 2." She sighs.

"So, you feature me. If they wanna play red tape, with a Fucking WORD, we'll wrap them motherfuckers up in it. You said you have Monica going over your contract. Have her look into you featuring other artists."

Luna nods. Texting Monica right then. She also asks her to please look into possibly helping local Alabama organizations. Monica texts that she will, and that she already has her ear to the ground. Luna hits the pen again. She looks at Ashley. "I think we should change some things around. Write it from 2 points of view. An 'I and Us' kinda theme." She peers at Ashley. "Am I making sense?"

"Yup!" Says Ashley excited, pulling out the book they had wrote in the night before. "How about this?" She asks changing some lyrics 🎶We've been polite//But we're done with this trend//Of men thinking//They can tell us//What we can do//In our beds🎶

"Ohhhhh!!! That's fucking nasty, Ashh! I Fucking love it! I wanna change the Exs lyric to record executives..." She takes the pencil from Ashley. 🎶Keep the record executives//In check//In their basements//Their ideas are tired//Or worse//They're complacent//I have played nice//But will now be The Bully//We're tired and angry//Coming for The Hill//So scared//Is what you should be🎶 She shows Ashley.

"AHHHHHHH!!! LOOOOONS!! We're gonna be murking motherfuckers out here!!" Ashley screams, jumping up from the table after she reads it. She's dancing around singing it to a barking Jagger. "I'll be right back." She walks out of the room. Coming back in with her guitar. They finish reworking the lyrics, over their initial melody. Then they write the rest of the music. Using soft and hard drum ideas, guitar, keytar and a solid bass line dropping in and out. Ashley is playing guitar, while Luna bangs rhythms out on the table. They're working the hard/soft formula and wanna see if Colson and his band will back them.

"I'd trust Slim and Baze to produce it." Luna says confidently.

"Oh yeah, deff after the other night." Ashley agrees. After about an hour the girls sit back, satisfied.

"What should we call it?" Luna asks. Still sitting back, Ashley thinks for a minute. 🎶I'm no sweet dream but Imma hell of a night🎶 She looks at Luna intensely as she slides her arms across the table towards her. "Nightmare." She says with nod and wicked smile.

"Fuck yes." Luna agrees biting her lip, thinking hard. "We open to you reciting The Lords Prayer." Matching Ashley's wicked smile.

Ashley laughs. "I FUCKING love THAT!! This is going to be AMAZING!!"

"They're not gonna know what fucking hit 'em." Luna agrees, her wicked smile turning into an evil grin.

Ashley starts dancing around the kitchen again, singing. This time mimicking CCR 🎶There's a Bad Luna rising, I see trouble on the way🎶 Both girls laugh before Luna calls Colson. She needs to shower and change her shoulder's dressing. She's gross from anger-running and her shoulder is throbbing.

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Colson is smoking a joint, working in the studio when Luna calls. She apologizes for running out. She was mad at her lable and AL and said she didn't wanna take it out on him.

He gets it, he'd looked it up, AL is a big deal. He asks her why she's mad at the lable.

She explains some douche bag is anticipating their record being a Top 40 Hit and how, because Luna's mainly low-key, he wants his own Top 40 from her before he'll release her rights to Bad Things.

They know that they have the music in their physical possession and can do what they want with it. They also know that without her lable's permission they can both be sued and the song legally blocked from the air. They both agree it's bullshit. Luna's already decided she's deff walking in June.

She then asks if he would mind backing her and Ashley on their record with his band? He laughs agreeing, asking if she wants to record today. She responds with a grateful yes please. They get off the phone agreeing her and Ashley will be over soon.

Luna calls Monica to get an update on the legalities and include her in the possible new ones with Ashley, Colson and his band. She tells Luna she can't find anything to get Luna out of her contract, that she does indeed have a feature for feature clause but that HER lable is responsible for all production, publicity and artist costs on her records. Before they disconnect, she reminds her that her contract is up next month.

"Oh, Imma ride the shit outttta of this." Luna happily schemes more artists into the project.

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Before getting to Colson's, Luna places a handful of personal calls. If she wants to lay the track this evening and shoot the video tomorrow, she HAS to move quickly. Her friend Hannah has agreed to shoot the video. Her grandmother, Frannie, Paris, Billie and Lana are all free to show up. Luna asks them to spread the Riot Grl word, that she wants a BIG SHOT at 7P, bring, send, anyone and everyone they can. EXCEPT Joan, she tells her grandmother. She then shoots a mass text out to Cara, Lily, Nikki, Bella, Phem, Steph, Ri, Nix, Zoë and Ruby letting them know what her plan is, asking if they wanna be involved, esp in the BIG SHOT and to bring whomever. JUST NOT JOAN. Her phone is exploding as she drives with Ashley to Colson's. Everyone's in. They're equally pissed about AL and excited to be involved in the project. Most can fly in tonight, others tomorrow. Definitely before 7P. Luna responds with 😍🙏💃🎉

The thread still rolling through out the night with details and updates. Luna appreciating her friends.

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Ashley heads into the studio first, to recite The Lord's Prayer over Baze's eerie keytar. Luna's pleased with how sick they sound together.

Once they finish, EVERYONE piles into the studio, Luna and Ashley are side by side. Colson and AJ each have a guitar. Rook is on the drums, Baze still on the keytar. They need certain elements. Slim is outside the booth working the board. They had given it a couple dry runs and feel confident they can get it on one take. Luna kisses Colson, smiling at him. "Let's kill a Fucking nother one, Guys!!!" She shouts as they start.

Slim plays Ashley's voice over their headphones. As her voice ends and Baze's keytar continues, the band kicks in together fiercely as Ashley's vocals pound along with them. The room zaps to life.

🎶I!🎶Keep a record of their wreckage and their lies🎶We're startin' to weaponize our powerful minds🎶They talk shit but we won't take it this time🎶And they'll realize🎶

The band stops as Luna steps in alone, slowly coming in behind her vocals.

🎶I'm out for blood and it won't be sweet🎶Tired of having the rugs🎶Pulled from beneath our feet🎶Done trusting lies🎶Done trusting Men🎶Picking each other up🎶And putting ourselves🎶Back together again🎶

Luna's voice is strong but delicate as she glides over the lyrics with passion. She continues.

🎶We've stared in our mirrors🎶And punched it to shatters🎶Picked out our pieces🎶To have our own daggers🎶Society has us🎶Pinching our skin🎶With our own fingers🎶Wishing we could cut our parts off🎶With some scissors🎶

The room is buzzing as Ashley steps in harmonizing with Luna.

🎶They say🎶Come on Little Ladies give us a smile🎶No we ain't got nothing to smile about🎶

Ashley falls out as Luna continues into the mic with more anger in her voice. Rook's drums push hard.

🎶We've got nothing to smile for🎶I waited a while for🎶This moment to say🎶WE DON'T OWE YOU A GOD DAMN THING!🎶

The band crashes in after Luna, Ashley belting the first chorus again, nailing it.

🎶I!🎶Keep a record of their wreckage and their lies🎶We're startin' to weaponize our powerful minds🎶They talk shit but we won't take it this time🎶And they'll realize🎶

The band stops again, only Baze on keytar as Ashley softens her voice.

🎶That I'm no sweet dream🎶But I'm a hell of a night🎶No, I'm no sweet dream 🎶But I'm a hell of a night🎶

Luna and Ashley exchange excited looks as Ashley drops out so Luna can step in again with Baze, Rook rumbling behind her. She sings with fire.

🎶No, I won't smile🎶But I'll show you my teeth🎶And I might let you breathe🎶If you just let us be🎶We've been polite🎶But we're done with this trend🎶Of men thinking they can tell us🎶What we can do in our beds🎶Keep the record executives🎶In check in their basements🎶Their ideas are tired🎶Even worse, they're complacent🎶I have played nice🎶But will now be The Bully🎶We're tired and angry🎶Coming for The Hill🎶So scared is what you should be🎶

Luna snarls, grinning at Colson as she joins Ashley again for the second chorus. Colson plays his guitar flawlessly, dick getting hard as he watches Luna bounce around. The girls mock each other playfully as they sing together.

🎶They say🎶Come on Little Ladies give us a smile🎶No, we ain't got nothing to smile about🎶

Ashley drops back as Luna slams into the lyrics again.

🎶We've got nothing to smile for🎶I waited a while for🎶This moment to say🎶WE DON'T OWE YOU A GOD DAMN THING!!!🎶

The booth EXPLODES as Ashley and band come in harder than ever over the original chorus.

🎶I!🎶Keep a record of their wreckage and their lies🎶We're starting to weaponize our powerful minds🎶They talk shit but we won't take it this time🎶And they'll realize🎶

The band lightens as Luna and Ashley harmonize together again.

🎶Women like me🎶Can be real nightmares🎶Completely aware🎶But I'd rather be a real nightmare🎶Than die unaware🎶Yeah🎶Women like me🎶Can be real nightmares🎶Completely aware🎶But I'm glad to be🎶A real nightmare🎶So save us your prayers🎶

The band kicks in with Ashley again HARD for the final run of the main chorus. The booth going insane.

🎶I!🎶Keep a record of their wreckage and their lies🎶We're startin' to weaponize our powerful minds🎶They talk shit but we won't take it this time🎶And they'll realize🎶

The band fades from under her as Ashley leads them out over Baze's keytar.

🎶That I'm no sweet dream🎶But I'm a hell of a night🎶No, I'm no sweet dream 🎶But I'm a hell of a night🎶

Everyone is wide eyed with adrenaline. Slim comes over their head phones. "THAT was fucking SICK, Yo!" He tells them to their cheers. Luna and Ashley squeeze each other excitedly before Luna pulls back outta pain. They head into the studio for the playback.

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Luna sits on Colson's lap, swigging a beer as they listen to the record. Everyone is pumped with excitement. Joints are flowing. The song is raw and fierce, exactly the way Luna and Ashley wanted it. She sends the raw cut through the mass text.

"You were fucking sexy as hell in there, Kitten. Imma fuck the shit outta you later." Colson whispers into Luna's ear.

She giggles, thanking him for his help before kissing him deeply. Then she turns to the room "By the way guys all of tonight, and today Ash, are billable to Charles Fucking Ward at Riot Records!!" She announces lifting her beer. They all laugh and cheers.

After a bit, everyone heads upstaris to unwind and get fucked up by the pool.

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Finally alone upstairs. Luna pulls the red dress she has on, off over her head. Colson comes up behind her, moving her long blonde hair to kiss the back of her neck. Even exhausted he sets her on fire. She cranes her neck back, pulling his head to her, kissing him over her good shoulder. Their kisses are sloppy, wet and firm. Colson slides his hand into the waistband of her panties. Slipping his middle finger inside of her, swirling her clit with his thumb. Panting, she kisses him harder before pushing him away. She looks coyly over her right shoulder at him as she slides her panties off. Bending over his dresser, she wiggles her ass in the air at him.

"Ooohhh... Dirty Girl wants to play? He laughs, dropping his pants.

"Yes, please." She giggles with a smile.

"Mmmm." He bites her on the ass, making her jump. Then he grabs her by one hip, sliding himself slowly into her wet pussy.

"Bunnnnyyy....." Luna coos to the girth of his dick.

"You like that, Kitten?" He asks, pulling her hair, pumping into her hard.

She yelps. Moaning "Mhhhhmmm." As she bucks against him hard. Catching his eye in the mirror, she bites her lip. She gives him a devilish look as she begins slamming into him. "Who's dick is it?" She asks.

"Yours." He says, body flush from her pussy and stare.

Not breaking eye contact, she asks again feeling her body heat up as she fucks him. "Who's dick is it?"

"Yours." He says louder, breathing hard, gripping her hips as she fucks him. He's close as they continue to stare at each other in the mirror.

Bucking hard, just about to cum, she licks her bottom lip before biting it again. "WHO'S FUCKING DICK IS THIS!?" She demands one last time, daring him with her eyes.

They both cum as he yells out "YOURS!!!!!" before carefully falling on to her back.

"Your fucking right it is." She tells him. Still grinding against him. She's greedy with his cock.

"You're a crazy fucking bitch." He tells her, kissing her bare back, making her purr. It's an action they both cherish.

As they climb into bed she asks him if Casie can come to the video shoot tomorrow.

"I think it's gonna be really iconic, there's going to be a lot of strong, smart women involved. And, if it's ok with you and Emma, I think it would be an awesome experience for Cas. Especially for her to be included in the BIG SHOT. THAT would be fucking epic!" She grins getting excited.

He loves how she reacts to things but even more how she thinks of Casie. He checks the time.

"Lemme call Em now." He says reaching for his phone. "Hey..." He says when she picks up. "Nah, everything's cool. How are you and Cas?" "Cool." "So listen, I know it's last minute but Luna's shooting like a women's empowerment music video tomorrow and she was hoping to involve Cas..." Emma's talking. "Yeah, yeah... If you could fly her out, that'd be awesome." "Cool." "Thanks Em, see you tomorrow."

"AAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Luna squeals jumping on top of him, kissing him all over."This is gonna be SO fun!!!"

"I Fucking love you." He smiles, pulling back her into him for another orgasmic night cap.

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After going to bed late and waking up SUPER early, before she even showers, Luna asks Colson for an Adderall. He looks at her a little crooked as he hands her a 30xr. She REALLY shocks the fuck out of him when she cracks the capsule and snorts it in one shot. "It's gonna be a long day." She one shoulder shrugs.

"I FUCKING love her." He thinks laughing to himself, as he kisses her on the head.

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Colson goes with Luna in the morning to greet her grandmother. Luna introduces her to Colson, whom she embraces warmly as she invites him out to NY for dinner. He graciously accepts while blushing. Patti flew in with her dear friends Joni, Debbie, Annie and Susan. Luna is excited to see all of them. She had anticipated lots of touching and hugs so she popped 3 30s, ate a bag of CBD heavy edibles and smoked an extra joint to pick them up. Luna's grandmother still doesn't know she was shot and Luna's goal is to keep it that way.

Colson drops Luna and the women off at the abandoned building she had rented for the shoot. It's nice to have credit in the straight world. Luna's billing every fucking thing from tody to Charles Ward at Riot Records. Red tape, Motherfuckers.

Luna's grandmother and her friends tease her over how cute and sweet Colson is. He's grabbing them breakfast from The Griddle before going to get Casie from the airport.

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It's a fun day of filming. Filled with excitement, empowerment, ideas, laughter, bonding and surprises.

Luna's friends begin to arrive at the location at different times, bringing other strong women with them. Everyone truly coming together like a family. Each woman being involved, blending in with the other cast and helping create different scenes that Ashley and Luna play out. The women change wardrobe multiple times from street fighting, punk clothes to sweet lingerie. And everything in between. Causing Pattie to notice Luna's injury. Luna promising to tell her grandmother about it later.

Casie is on set having a blast. Interacting with everyone while Luna keeps an eye on her. Colson had dropped her off, saying Hello to Pattie and kissing Luna deeply. Leaving before becoming overwhelmed by the overflowing estrogen. It's agreed Casie will only be in the BIG SHOT. Luna's grandmother finds the girl especially sweet with her quick wit. Making Pattie laugh many times throughout the day to Luna's delight.

Luna talks to Monica regarding Nightmare and Bad Things. Monica has drawn up and had Charles sign a contract confirming that once Luna releases Nightmare publicly, she will have full control over her rights to Bad Things.

They also touch base on AL, how there are still 3 functioning clinics. They're being funded by an organization named Yellowhammer. Luna tells Monica that she and Ash were thinking about printing out merchandise in promotion of the track. She asks her to start setting that in motion. Linking all proceeds to Yellowhammer. After agreeing, Monica then tells Luna she found a Dr who is looking for help. Luna asks her to set up a meeting. Thanking Monica as always, telling her to look for the link to their hardwork on Monday morning before they hang up.

Juuuuuust before 7P. A black Aston Martin pulls up. It's Beyoncé.

"Ohhhhhhh!!! FUUUCCCKK!!!!" Luna clasps her hands over her mouth laughing. "This is gonna cost them sooooooooooooo much money." She thinks happily.

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After the BIG SHOT, they reshoot the opening sequence to include Beyoncé. Who had heard through Jay, who had heard through Nikki. Whom is Luna's dear, laughing friend, that she squeezes as hard as she can in gratitude with her wounded body. ----------------------------------------------

Once they wrap, hug and cheer. Luna reminds everyone to bill Charles Ward at Riot Records for their time. CAST AND CREW!! That she'll send them all the link Sunday night and to please drop it promptly Monday morning at 7A with #nightmare. Everyone agrees, excited to see and share their finished project. Colson pops in for a drink and to congratulate and kiss her. Then he takes Cas home for bed, both promising to see each other later. The cast and crew continue to celebrate their victory late into the night.

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Luna puts her grandmother into an uber with her friends back to their hotel. Promising each other to text when the other arrives to their final destination. Before kissing goodbye, Luna thanks the ladies for their help, to their smiling, excited pleasure.

Benny picks up Luna and Ashley from the set. Colson is at her house with Dom. The girls say goodbye, being happy-exhausted as Ashley sends Colson out to the Rover.

He slides in tipsy. Kissing all over Luna. Her neck, her mouth. Zapping her back to life with the elecrity from the day still bubbling inside of her. She climbs on top of him as Benny knowingly puts the partition up and turns up the music. Kissing him hard and wet, she unbuckles his pants exposing his huge, hard cock. "Mmm...Someone missed me." She murmers in his ear as she slides her panties over and him slowly inside. He groans, kissing her all over as she shifts and adjusts him inside of her. His mouth makes her body tingle. Once comfortable, there is no slow with them. Luna rides Colson hard, bucking against him, while holding on to his shoulders. Digging her nails into his skin. He holds her steady by the hips as she continues driving him deep inside of her. Fast, hard, fierce.

Pulling his head back by his hair he moans "Kiiittteeeennn...."

"Do it Bunny." She demands, bucking harder against him. Making them both explode.

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Sunday night Luna schedules emails with links to the finished track to be sent to every major radio station across America at 7A. She schedules the upload to her YouTube channel and Twitter page. She then sends the link to any and everyone who participated, reminding them to drop the link at 7A with #nightmare. Followed by many thank yous and tons of love.

Monday morning at 7A Charles gets a text from Luna. It's a link to her YouTube channel. He clicks on the link. It's a video entitled Nightmare. The video opens to a mugshot of Luna. Followed by different flashing scenes before landing onto a fishnet and leather clad lineup of That Brooklyn Bitch, Rihanna, Halsey, Beyoncé, Lady Gaga and Nikki Minaj. It holds for a second before the hard, catchy, pop punk song kicks in loudly. Featuring clips of Luna, Halsey and the other famous faces embodying various personas, from punk rockers to dominatrixes to pin-up models to housewives to businesswomen. Including an all women fight club scene, little girls in front of a school bus and women rioting. Showcasing how multifaceted women are. It holds on a frame of her grandmother Pattie Smith, Joni Mitchell, Annie Lennox, Debbie Harry, Lita Ford and Siouxsie Sioux together. All in leather. Mean mugging the camera. Then flows into the BIG SHOT. A group of women marching, towards the camera. A little girl is leading the pack, holding a sign that says "We WON'T Smile". Others are holding banners and signs saying "We Support The Women of Alabama" and "Not Your Bitch". As the group gets closer to the camera, Charles is recognizing all of the women. Luna, Halsey, Ruby Rose, Lily Depp, Cara Delevingne, Pattie Smith, Annie Lennox, Joni Mitchell, Debbie Harry, Siouxsie Sioux, Lita Ford, Frances Bean, Paris Jackson, Billie Lourd, Emma Roberts, Zoë Kravitz, SZA, Lady Gaga, Beyoncé, Nicole Richie, Britney Spears, Rihanna, Bella Thorn, Lana Del Rey, Phem, Nikki Minaj all mixed together. It ends abruptly after mugshots of each of the 26 famous women flash across the screen. It's goes black before a link to the Yellowhammer Foundation pops up. Charles is speechless. It's cinematic history and pop gold.

"FUCK, SHE'S A FUCKING GENIUS. ONE WHO JUST COST ME A FUCK TON OF FUCKING MONEY!!"

Thinking of the cameos.

Just as another text from Luna comes in.

It says: "There's your Top 40 Motherfucker. Hope you enjoyed it 📃🎥💸💸💸💅"

He can't help but be impressed by her conniving cuntlyness.

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To be continued......

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Who We Were & Who We Are Now 13

Characters: Forrest Bondurant x Tawny Barrett (OFC)

Word Count: 3500+

Summary: Forrest deals with the good and bad Jack brings his way after the incident. He gets some answers and seeks revenge. But his favorite part of the night now is coming home to Tawny.They both realize a line for them to decide to cross or not is growing bigger on the horizon.

Warnings/Tags: FLUFF. Blood/gore. Mentions of violence.

A/N: Memories are in italics!

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You're yawning and stretching, letting the smell of coffee wake you up on the early winter morning. The darkness still holding on due to the time of year. Pulling your thick sweater around you tighter, rubbing your hands together, to warm them, you huddle near the stove you've just turned on to get warm.

The back door slams and you turn quickly, hearing Forrest stomp with purpose into the room. "The fucking liquor's gone." he hisses to no one in particular. "HOWARD!" he booms, signaling his brother to wake up.

"Gone?" your voice high pitched in confusion, arms crossed over your chest with wide batting eyes.

"'Bout 200 gallons of it from the storehouse." he spits out, shoulders shifting in a display of anger, his head moving and swiveling like a snake, not meeting your eyes and you're thankful he doesn't. You'd never seen him so mad before. You wanted to rush to him, ask him to calm down because you didn't want him to very literally bust a seam as his neck was still healing.

Howard comes running down the stairs, hat in his hand, buttoning his half-tucked shirt as he bounded forward. "What the hell's going on?" he asks, eyes bloodshot but wild with concern.

"The liquors gone." he says again, voice deep and full of grit.

"Gone?" he mindlessly responds, his usual expression of a heavy brow and pouted lips to show his confusion.

"You heard what I said, Howard." he answers flatly. "That little fuckin' snake in the grass." he growls as he paces the creaking floor, now trying to calm himself down. "My key's missin'. His truck's gone. He's fuckin' took it. I know it. I could see trouble on him last night. I knew he was up to something. Just didn't expect it to be this." his shakes his head in disappointment that can only come from someone you love.

"What do you wanna do now?" Howard asks, his mouth slack and brows high.

"Don't have much of a choice but to wait on his sorry ass. Don't know where the hell he went." his voice lowers in volume but not intensity. You could see the endless scenarios playing behind his eyes are they surveyed the room before him.

You hoped Jack didn't end up getting hurt. This was a bit out of character for him. A much more directly defiant action than the usual teenage rebellion. He'd seemed like he was straightening up but you'd been fooled by a boy before. Your first priority here was Forrest. You couldn't fix the situation but you could try to redirect his anger that currently had no outlet.

"Forrest?" you say as meekly and sweetly as you can manage. He turns to look at you approach him as if he'd forgotten you were there at all.

"Hell, Tawny..." he groans, shaking his head and lowering his eyes. "I didn't mean to act like this in front of ya."

"It's fine. I'd be mad as hell too. But if you can't do nothin' right now maybe it's best if you sit down for a minute?" your voice inflects upwards, not wanting to make him feel inferior in some way with your tone. You just didn't want him to pop open again at the rate his heart must've been pumping.

He huffs air out of his nostrils nosily in response, his jaw tight.

"I'm not tryin' to baby ya or nothin' but it ain't good to get so riled up so soon." you kindly suggest, looking him in the eyes as you approach, hoping it'll disarm him. Luckily you were right. "Sit down and I'll make you breakfast. You can gather your thoughts and it'd ease my mind tremendously if you would." You try to work him in your favor by making it about him helping you out. Something he always said he'd do.

"Yeah." is all he says, face still angry as he moves to the bar and sits down, hunched over like a pouting bear. -------------- You'd gotten Forrest from boiling to simmering, giving him some hot tea and sitting him out on the porch to literally cool off after putting a big breakfast in him.

You see Jack's vehicle pull up and you hear Forrest grumble at Howard. You step out onto the porch, pulling the thick outer later across you tightly.

"I know! Just hear me out first!" you hear him plead. Jack's already standing at the foot of the stairs. He's pouring out a bag of money as you shut the door behind you, your eyes grow wide. "I heard about some men from outta town that wanted to buy a whole hell of a lotta shine. I knew you couldn't do it, and no offense to ya..." he takes his hat off and lowers his head to his older brother. "But with you being out of commission for a bit I thought I'd take a chance and try things my way."

"And just hope it fuckin' worked out?" Forrest's head shakes back and forth as he speaks in a condescending tone.

"It's called a leap of faith Forrest. And this one paid off big time. $2000 worth of big time." he says motioning with his hands to the pile of money on the porch.

"And just who did you sell to?" his tone still doesn't show that he's impressed in the least.

"I...Floyd Banner." he says in a much quieter tone.

"Floyd Banner!" he says loudly, rolling his eyes and sighing. "You goin' 'around thinkin' you're some damn gangster and you're just a kid, Jack."

"Well this kid got twice what you get and moved twice as much in one go as you do in a month 'round here." he says defensively.

Forrest grunts and you and Howard share a worried look. Even hurt Forrest could easily injure the soft boy, if it came to that.

"I also got something else." he says, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket and holding it out to Forrest.

"What's that now?" his eyes narrow.

"Address of those bastards that tried to kill you." he says with dark enthusiasm.

You can tell Forrest's affected, his posture straightens and his chin pushes back into his chest.

"And how'd you get that?"

"Banner himself."

"Oh well, if Banner says it it must be gospel." he shakes his head.

"He told me it was Rakes that sent those men here that night."

And with that, yours and Forrest's hair prickles up the back of your neck, and it wasn't from the cold.

Jacks eyes move to you too, having put together that they'd also come after you.

"He told me Rakes had been trying to get men together from 'round here to gang up on ya. He's behind Junior disappearin' too." he says looking you in the eyes and you can't hide the worry in your face. "He's been trying to draw ya out. Banner turned 'em down. He don't want no trouble with us, just our business. The men that came after ya used to work for him. Couple 'a defectors. And when those boys up burnt chimney didn't do the job he sent those two in after ya. So don't be blamin' Banner...blame that sonofabitch Rakes." he walks up the stairs and holds the paper out to Forrest. He doesn't move to take it. "Just fuckin' take it, Forrest. Despite all this I've gone and done I guess I got chores to do?" his tone is full of sass and your eyes go wide, just picturing Forrest's big hand around Jack's slender neck in rage.

Jack sits the paper on Forrest's chest and grumbles and walks past you into the station. You glance at Howard, he's as wide-eyed as you. You both look to Forrest, trying not to be obvious about it. Looking a bull in the eyes was never a wise idea.

He clears his throat, looking at the paper before putting it in his pocket. "Get that money into the office Howard." he commands in a flat tone. You could tell he was feeling something, maybe not anger like he was, maybe embarrassment, and you didn't want to make it worse so you follow Howard back into the station after he puts the money back in the burlap sack. --------- So it's dusk and being winter the station isn't pulling too much business, so you close up early. Forrest's walking down the stairs with his same usual powerful saunter, a lit cigar in his mouth as he approaches you.

"Howard you go on out to the car I gotta talk to Tawny." his brother ducks out of the station and does as he's told.

You meet him with wide eyes. You knew what he was about to go do. You didn't hold it against him, part of you wishes you could be there to dole out some punishment yourself.

"I reckon you know what I'm about to go do." he says quietly.

"Yeah." you nod, your voice soft.

"MmmHmm," he grunts, a frown on his face, expecting you to try to give him grief but it never came. He looks around before moving in closer, taking your hands into his. "I'm gonna kill them for what they did to you Tawny. And for what they did to me." his eyes connect to yours, still searching for fear or disgust or something but it still wasn't there. Just big grass green doe eyes blinking slowly up at him. "I couldn't kill Cliff for ya... but... I can kill them." his voice is deep and certain. You give him a nod of understanding, touched at the gesture of wanting to exact revenge on your behalf. "I'll make 'em pay, sweetheart, I swear it." his voice almost falters, as a sweet and supportive look comes over your face. One he didn't feel he deserved for what he was planning on doing.

"I know you will Forrest," you say quietly, patting his rough knuckles with your painted nails. "And I'll be right here waitin' for ya when you're done." your chin lifts up to him, no judgment, only understanding on your face.

"Hell Tawny..." he can't help but gruff out at the feelings he's struck with for you as you do nothing but accept him and what he did in the name of survival. "You're really stayin' for me?"

"Always." you give him a certain nod. He leans down and kisses your forehead, lips lingering as he squeezes your hands. If he hadn't been in such a vengeful mindset he would've taken the time to tell you how proud of you he was, maybe it showed through his eyes just a little bit regardless. You understood what he had to do and why he had to do it. That was more than he ever could've asked for in another person. "As long as you promise to keep comin' back...you don't have to worry about me not bein' here when ya come home. No matter what it is you get up to out there." you smile up at him as he pulls away.

"I'm gonna finish off what you started with them."

"Give those bastards hell, hun. Leave 'em in such a state no one'll think about comin' for the Bondurants again." your lip snarls just slightly and he feels his heart thump in his chest. Dear lord, you were perfect, weren't ya? ------ Forrest and Howard come back around midnight. Forrest had taken his time with those two men, cutting them from tail to trotters, leaving them in pieces on the floor of the ramshackle house they'd been hiding in.

When Forrest stopped to look at the time as they pulled back into the station, he knew you'd be there but he thought you might've fallen asleep by now. He wasn't sure how you'd take to seeing him in such a state. He and Howard both were covered in blood. It wet their hair and stuck between the cracks in the soles of their shoes. He sees a light behind the station, his eyes narrow in question as he enters the dark and quiet building.

You enter from the back door, where he sees a barrel burning high. You place a book you'd been reading on a table as you pass it, your eyes travel over the two men, intimidating bone dry but soaked in blood you now understood where the myth's about the Bondurant's came from.

They don't meet your eyes, not even Howard, as if they were ashamed, or just worried about what your reaction may be to the state they were in.

"I've got a barrel burnin' out back," you say calmly, your eyes wide open but no fear behind them. "You boys get out of those clothes and I'll burn 'em. Ain't no savin' 'em now." you shake your head. "Bathrooms got everything you boys'll need to get washed up. Throw those clothes in the burlap sacks I got in there so I don't have to scrub blood out of the floorboards tonight too, ya hear?" you say in a polite but authoritative tone.

"Yes, Miss Tawny." in almost unison from both of them, Howard takes the downstairs bathroom and Forrest stops short of the stairs a few feet away from you. He turns his face to you, finding you were already watching him.

"You hurt?" you ask, walking slowly towards him, placing a hand on the banister by his.

"No." he grunts out.

"Good." you give him a smile and it confuses him as he's aware of how he looks. "Go get washed up, hun. I'm sure you're tired." your eyes look him over and you take a step back. "Bring your clothes out to me when you're done and you can tell me what happened." you give him a nod and disappear down the hall. You had seen violence. Your words caught him off guard with their kindness and thoughtfulness but he realizes he should be getting used to that. He wouldn't have wished this kind've life, this violence on you if he'd had a choice. But for the first time, he's thankful you'd had a hard life because it made you fit into his so perfectly. ----- You're by the barrel, arms crossed and keeping warm by the fire. The night is silent around you, everything still and cold, blanketed in winter.

Howard brings his clothes out. "Thank ya for this, Tawny. You didn't have to go thinkin' 'bout doin' this for us."

"Nonsense Howard. You're my boys, as long as I'm here I'm gonna be lookin' out for ya. Get used to it." you give him a smile that it seemed like he sorely needed.

"Bless your heart, lil Tawny." he shakes his head, a grin appearing on his face. "We're mighty lucky you came back... ya know that?" he says with a dip of his head.

"I don't know that luck's got anything to do with it."

"All us Bondurant's got is luck." he laughs, turning to head back into the station.

"Yeah but I ain't a Bondurant Howard." you say with a wrinkle of your nose to accompany the huff of a laugh as you prod the bag deep into the flames.

"You sure about that?" he laughs, quirking an eyebrow at you before heading to his room. -- Forests heavy footsteps in their unique gate make their way towards you. He clears his throat and you turn to face him as he holds out the bag to you. You take it and bury it in embers with Howards, using a shovel to push it down and destroy it.

He moves closer, his hair still damp and skin scrubbed pink. He smells of soap and that old leathery brandy smell that stays in your mind long after he's gone.

"Tawny?" his deep voice moving over you, warming you like the flames. He stands by your side, his arm pressed against yours and the touch doesn't go unnoticed by you.

"Hmmm?" you hum, looking up to his face, lit by the flickering light of the flames that played over his handsome features. He looked even more enchanting in this light, but you bet he'd look handsome even in the pitch black of a new moon night.

"I wanted to thank you." he gruffs out with a nod as he looks into the fire.

"What for, hun?" your sincere tone makes his eyes return to your face, finding your eyes wide and wanting.

"This." he takes a hand from his pocket, motioning to the burning barrel. You see his hands are scratched and bruised. "For savin' me. For lettin' people think I's the one who brought myself to the hospital." he admits, you see his Adam's apple bob under his thick neck.

"You don't gotta thank me for that." you whisper, shaking your head.

"I am, now. You need to know." he says more assertively.

"Alright Forrest." you nod and reach out to touch his arm, your instincts tell you it might calm him. It does.

"And for you handling yourself so well that night." you nod, your eyes tell him the same thing. He didn't even have to thank you.

"I'm tougher than I look." you give him a small smile, your hand falling from his arm. But before it reaches your side he takes it in his and your breath catches. You swing your head towards him swiftly.

"I know you cleaned this place and handled the cops asking questions about what happened," he says quietly. "Now I'm man enough to admit that without you I'd be dead."

Your lip trembles at the thought of losing him. He sees the sadness pass over your face.

"Now that's just a fact tawny, I ain't trying to start nothin' with ya." a smile he doesn't expect blooms across your face.

"I didn't take it as such." you whisper, nose twitching as you stop the sniffling. You turn to him, your hands wrapping around his large, rough one. "We gotta survive. I know this. I get how it works. And I ain't goin' nowhere so... I knew I might as well just start actin' like ya'll do. So I paid attention, and with that and a good bit of common sense I managed to do be of some use this time." you give him a small shrug.

"That implies you aren't useful other times." his chin lowers, trying to gently correct your thinking.

You blink slowly at him. "Well.." he moves his other hand to yours now, leaning in to speak purposely but softly.

"Since you got back I can't think of a single time you've not been useful to us." he clears his throat. "I don't like you talkin' 'bout yourself like that Tawny now..." he shakes his head. "You gotta know how important you are to us." you nod and he sees you understand.

"I'm not used to hearing it is all." your whisper is more rasp. Perhaps you thought yourself useless because it seems no one else had seen your worth. Their loss was his gain.

"I'll try to make it a point to tell ya then," he says with a nod. Your eyes bat and he sees a veil of tears over them. "Miss Tawny..." he whispers, holding you to his chest. He'd never felt compelled to hold someone as close to him as possible before. You're taken by surprise at the gesture but it was exactly what you needed. You close your eyes and wrap your arms around him, under his cardigan, your cheek to his chest.

"I just.." you sigh. "I've never had anyone tell me I'm important. Useful. I don't know how to take it." he hears your voice crack with emotion.

"S'all right," he says, quieting you, cutting you off before you worked yourself up again. "I never say nothin' I don't mean."

"I know. I love that about you." his heart races for a moment at your choice in words. "Ain't no one ever been able to calm my racin' thoughts like you 'cause I know you wouldn't ever hurt me."

"I'd never." he whispers you feel his grip tighten just slightly.

You stand there for a while like that. You listen to his heart and it lulls you. You yawn and with the fire dying he suggests you go to bed. You agree and rub your eyes. He walks you upstairs, following behind you like a guard dog, stopping at your doorway.

"Thank you, Forrest." you whisper, tiptoeing, you hold his cheek and kiss the other. He takes in the warm and sleepy look on your face.

"No...thank you Tawny." he returns the kiss, but to your forehead. Your hand still on his face, he lingers again, your eyes shut blissfully at the warm intimate contact. And with that, you part for the night, both having racing hearts you now knew the cause of. The long embrace and the lingering lips weren't an end to anything, they were just the beginning.

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ryokiowriter · 7 years

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Bluff

“A Bold Bluff” by Cassius Marcellus Coolidge [x]

“S’ho… What did he do to get you in such a tizzy?”

The look Wilford received in response was surely enough to curdle milk. Pure, unadulterated anger was pouring off of the more monochromatic man, shell cracking to show the most fleeting glimpses of a rage-consumed beast that lay so carefully concealed beneath his gentleman’s façade.

“Just deal the cards.”

There was no measure of grand eloquence, no attempt made to conceal just how he felt at present. Darkiplier was still angry about his latest tangle with Anti, and he wasn’t going to hide it from Warfstache. For all his buffoonery and shenanigans, Warfstache was far sharper than he appeared. Not to mention, Darkiplier couldn’t help but admire the homicidal nature of the other man. Whether it was intentional or not, that was still up in the air, but there was no denying that it was definitely an art.

The TV host couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the sharpness of Dark’s words, simply staring at him for a few moments while his companion contemplated matters, though if Wilford had to put a word to it? He’d choose ‘brooding.’

“Hhh’okay. Whatever floats your boat, then.” With a great flourish, the pink-mustachioed man shuffled the cards, attempting one or two tricks with the deck (which then devolved into a fifty-two card pickup quickly), before dealing out a hand for himself and for Darkiplier. The only thing to break the silence was a cough from Wilford himself, though whether it was genuine or forced was debatable.

“S’ho…”

Another absolutely withering glare, this one carrying a bit more venom than the last.

“Wilford.”

With such admonishment applied to his name, Warfstache couldn’t help but purse his lips a bit. That was less of an address and more of a thinly-veiled subtext of ‘shut the fuck up before I stab you.’ Mind, he did like a bit of a friendly spar-and-tickle-with-a-knife, but something told him that Darkiplier was out for blood and entrails. At this point, he’d rather his innards remain inside rather than splattered across the floor because of a moody shadow-VHS-whatever.

“Ahl’right, ahl’right. What kind of poker are we playin’ this time?” This time, when Darkiplier raised his gaze, his face bore an expression of bewilderment.

“…isn’t that the sort of thing you ask before you deal the cards, Wil?” A shrug from the suspendered man, lips remaining puckered in an expression of annoyance.

“H’you said to deal th’ cards, not how to deal ‘em.”

“…fine. How did you deal them?”

Reaching into his shirt pocket, Warfstache produced a single playing card, presenting it face-towards his friend.

“Follow th’ Queen.”

Of course, the card he picked would have to be the Queen of Hearts. “Are you trying to be clever now?” was the dry question, the roiling rage from before subsiding to the point where he could pick up the cards without simultaneously lashing out at someone who wasn’t there.

“I have no idea h’what you’re insinuating,” was the loudly blustered response. “We all can’t be cheeky li’l devils like you.” Just like that, the playful spark was back upon Wilford’s features, at ease to toy with his murder buddy now that he’d calmed down a bit. The newfangled title earned a snort from Darkiplier, picking up his cards and sorting them carefully.

“Speaking of cheeky devils… H’you still owe me for distracting that little green guy.”

Just like that, Dark’s anger came boiling to the surface, a distorted glitch with outstretched hands and a muffled screech of ire briefly making itself known. Of the two colors that tended to linger around his form, the red was strikingly predominant in that moment. As abruptly as it came, it dissipated, black eyes fixed upon his friend.

“In all the years I’ve known you, I never thought you’d be playing the debt collector,” he murmured, eyes moving instead to his cards. No surprise there, an absolute crap hand. Rolling his eyes, he beckoned over a new card with a flick of his hand, frowning. “However, I’m a man of my word. I did say we’d discuss it over our next game.” A beat passed, before he realized something, narrowing his eyes at Warfstache. “Come to think of it, we never did establish an exact payment, now did we?” A rookie mistake, if ever there was one, especially while dealing with the surprisingly cunning nature of his friend.

While Darkiplier quietly mulled over the implications of what had happened, Wilford seemed completely oblivious, maintaining a poor poker face as he chuckled and grinned at his cards. When the subject of his payment was expanded upon, he looked up, giving his usual showman’s grin. “Now, now. Don’t worry your little head about it, Darkimoo.” His own chuckle was almost enough to drown out the groan of irritation from his companion.

“Please, Wil, not ‘Darkimoo.’ Anything but that bastardization of his nickname.”

Wilford was apparently ignoring Darkiplier now, still shuffling his cards to and fro. Instead of addressing the issue of the nickname, he chose to address instead the elephant in the room. “All I want is a little favor. I did you a favor, you do me a favor. Easy-peasy, lemon—“

“Please don’t finish that damnable rhyme.”

The two men had a stare down, the VHS villain’s expression utterly deadpan and stoic. After a few blinks, Warfstache was the one to break eye contact, eyes cast down and a dejected, surly pout curving his mouth downward.

“…lemon squeeze-me,” he mumbled, a little act of rebellion he knew he could get away with. After all, Darkiplier had stated that he held respect and admiration for him, Wilford Warfstache! His good ol’ pal wouldn’t try anything funny over the end of a childish rhyme.

“Boy, h’you’re really in a bad mood, buddy.” A few poker chips were pushed across the table, their vibrant hue matching his curled mustache. “Wanna talk h’about it?” His query was returned with silence, shadows swirling to produce several grey chips that were pushed to join their blush colored counterparts.

“…no.”

“H’okay.”

A few more rounds passed, each man drawing their own amounts of cards, chips sliding to and fro. The silence was finally broken by the still-brooding Darkiplier, though not before his gaze wandered over to study his friend. Wilford was, at present, running his fingers across the tops of his cards, appearing deep in thought, despite the silly look on his face.“I must admit, I’m intrigued. What’s this favor you want in return?”

“Sh-sh-sh-shh!” Warfstache held a single finger up towards Dark, surprising the monochrome man for a few beats. The showman’s expression was intense, brow slightly furrowed as he looked over his cards once more. Then, with a triumphant exclamation of “AH-HA!” he slammed the cards down, face-up. “I believe I win this round,” he drawled, looking all too smug. As he pulled the multiple stacks of chips towards him, Darkiplier leaned forward, peering at the cards revealed.

“…you have five queens.” Raising an eyebrow at his friend, Dark’s lips pulled into a stern scowl. “I didn’t think you’d cheat this time.”

“I prefer to think of it as a win under creative circumstances,” Wilford corrected, still grinning over his poker chips (which were now being assembled into a strange chip pyramid).

“Hmm. Touché. Now, before we get distracted once more. What is the favor you want from me?”

“It’s simple, really.” As he spoke, the TV host continued to stack his chips into an even bigger pyramid, simply stacking them into a pillar when he ran out of room. “I’ve got a few people to interview soon. Some freaky people trapped in a coma that are doin’ some mirror travel bullshit, an’ then some fuggin’ weird hillbillies h’west of Loathing.” Honestly, Darkiplier wasn’t sure where he was going with this, as to him it sounded rather like Warfstache was rambling.

“I… see. Where do I come into this plan?”

“We-ell, see, it’s a bit of a conundrum. I mean, I’m no horrific shadow creature, so that makes getting into the collective dreams of other people a teensy bit hard.” There was a clatter as Wilford accidentally bumped the chip pyramid with his elbow, a look of stern disappointment flitting over his features before he continued. “Also, there are some rather feisty folks in and around Loathing. I could use a li’l boost to keep going.” Irritation flashed across Darkiplier’s face, mouth pulling into a deep frown and teeth gritting slightly.

“Wil. The point, please?” That statement was enough to make the mustachioed man frown, looking rather like an annoyed adult who’d been interrupted and backsassed by a child.

“H’okay,fine. Lemme borrow your powers.”

Despite the difficulty of the request, Darkiplier’s look of disapproval remained unchanged.

“They are not a toy, nor are they a commodity that I can just loan you. How do you propose I let you ‘borrow’ them?” Warfstache raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly in his seat.

“I let you in. Team up, yanno?”

He then leaned back, watching the implications of his words set in. The shell fragmented slightly, confusion apparent on the monochromatic features, only to be quickly replaced by a smug smirk, all defaulting back to a slightly amused face.

“I can’t help but feel there’s a catch. Simply letting me in sounds more like a favor to me.”

“H’alright, h’alright, you got me. I let you in, but I keep in control.”

That was definitely different. In all his years of manipulation, he’d never been let in and then denied total control. Tapping his fingers against the table, he looked at the mess of poker chips for a moment, before returning his gaze to Warfstache.

“Intriguing. We’ll try it.”

With a smile that was oozing enthusiasm, Wilford reached forward, offering a handshake to seal the deal. As cold fingers wrapped around his and a firm shake delivered, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“H’well, then, it’s settled. I’ll see you next time, Darkimoo.”

With a groan and a swirl of shadows, Darkiplier departed, leaving the showman completely alone in the room. With a satisfied sigh, he turned his head, giving another excited smile and addressing the painting on the wall next to the poker table.

“And I’ll see you next time, on Warfstache!Tonight! Ladies, gentlemen, and all other configurations of being, good night!”

#markiplier #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #we'll call this a standalone #i mean it happens after armistice #idk i'm just having fun with this one #i may make a series of wilford's poker games #do note that i know fuck-all about poker #but follow the queen is a type of poker game #the true bluff is how well i can write a shoddy poker game #and if i nail warfstache's speech patterns #Series: Pokerface

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