Lucie V.

“Is there a point during the time in which you have known me that you got the impression that I was some kind of damsel in distress? Or that I required saving?” I demanded in a hard voice.
The four of them looked at me with concern in their eyes, but none of them could claim I’d ever been either of those things.
“Good.” I growled. “Because I’m not some soldier in this war. I’m your goddamn commander, your ruler, your fucking queen. So we will stick to the plan the way that I laid it out and you’ll all listen to me when I give you commands, or you might as well fuck off back to your dorms right now. This isn’t a negotiation. We’re here because of my brother. And we’re doing this my way.”

“Fuck, little monster, how many of us are there?” Leon asked, almost sounding amused though he mainly looked shocked.
“Just four,” I said.
“What do you mean, four?” Gabriel demanded and suddenly the three of them were all staring at me with the storm clouds circling darkly in the sky above. It was pretty damn intimidating and my heart started racing.
“Well…you three, obviously. And Ryder,” I said defiantly.
“Draconis? Are you fucking kidding me?!” Gabriel shouted and Dante growled darkly, suddenly in agreement with him.

“I’ve decided to give you what you’ve been begging for, Scar,” Leon teased. “We are all going to watch The Lion King.”
(…)
“I still don’t understand the point of this,” he muttered.
“When people like each other, they do shit like this,” I pointed out.
“Well I might have admitted to liking you, but the Lion is a different matter.”
“The Lion has exceptionally good hearing,” Leon called from the back of the room. “And if you care about our girl as much as you should then you should want to make her happy. Which means becoming the Nala to my Simba.”
“Nala ends up married to Simba. I don’t know what kind of fantasies you’ve been having about me, but I can assure you that outcome is not in your future,” Ryder said.
“I knew you loved this movie,” Leon called triumphantly. “Do you need a tissue for when Mufasa dies or do you just let the tears flow free?”

“Can you taste cherries?” she breathed against my mouth.
“No.” I brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “I can taste my own soul, because it’s the exact same flavour as yours.”

Cries of pain sounded around the clearing and the Black Card split apart as death descended on them from everywhere. Inferno, Mufasa and Big Bird carved through the edge of the group before King even realised what was happening.

“Great,” he growled, rubbing the saliva from his face. “Lick me again though and I’ll shove your tongue up your ass.”
“Leon’s tongue is already too far up your ass for you to get hold of it,” Ryder commented and Orion barked a laugh.

“Hate to break up the reunion.” Ryder kicked me in the side which was probably affection in his language. Or maybe I was just hopeful it was.

“We’re not a pack,” Leon said, waving a hand dismissively. “We’re a pride. But instead of a King with a bunch of lionesses we have a Queen with a bunch of Lions.”
“I’m not a fucking Lion,” Ryder disagreed.
“You are. You’re Scar, Dante’s Mufasa and I’m Simba and Gabe is…Zazu.”
“So you share her?” Orion asked, his eyebrows raising in surprise and for a moment I could have sworn he looked a bit impressed by me for claiming these four powerful beasts as my own.
Leon and Dante said yes while Ryder and Gabriel said no and I sighed.
“It’s complicated.” I shrugged.