idk which chapter this is, also i wrote it in third person sorry, but hope you like it!! TWs: behe@ding, insults, shipping —————————————— “Ren!” Martyn cried, running into the castle. Ren’s hands were clenched into fists, his tail lashing angrily. “Filthy desert hippies!” Ren snarled. Martyn scowled too, but before he could speak, Ren had stormed off. Martyn followed to see Ren stomping up to Scar. He said something inaudible, but it made Scar pale before he laughed and left. Ren’s eyes smoldered with an anger Martyn had never seen before. When Ren turned to face him, however, his gaze softened. “Martyn, I’m so sorry if I scared you. I’m just…” “Angry?” Martyn finished sympathetically. “I am too, m’lord.” Ren smiled at the nickname. “If you’ll excuse me, hand, I have something to do.” Martyn stepped aside to let Ren pass. Then he climbed up one of Dogwarts’s towers to look at the wreckage. “Me hand? Martyn?” Ren called after about five minutes. Martyn turned to see Ren beckoning. Something glinted in Ren’s hand. As Martyn jumped down and walked over, it became clear that Ren was holding an axe. Martyn reached the circle where Ren stood. He looked up at Ren, whose sharp features were accentuated by the setting sun and icy gleam in his eyes. “I ask ye, me hand, me faithful friend…” Ren paused, “to slice the head off yer king.” Martyn sucked in a breath. “M’lord, I can’t!” “You must, hand. It is for the greater good.” Martyn raised his arms, about to protest, only for Ren to place the axe in his hands. It was, admittedly, a beautiful weapon. Dark oak handle with a wicked diamond blade. He saw words etched into the hilt, words that made his hands tremble. He looked back up at Ren. The hybrid’s gaze was cold. “M’lord, please. Don’t do this.” “The desert alliance must fall. And I want it to be by my hand,” Ren said firmly. Martyn took a deep breath, eyes already tearing up. He raised the axe above his head. “On with it, me laddie!” And then the axe blade was splattered with sickening scarlet. Martyn dropped to his knees, shaking with sobs. “M’lord!” He wailed. Footsteps from behind him. “And that’s scene!” Cleo said, clapping her hands. Instantly, Martyn stood, revealing a tearless face. He turned to face Cleo. They looked disappointed. “Oh, come on! I was grieving!” Martyn complained. Cleo shook her head. “Not enough. You need emotion. I told you guys to work it out.” “We did!” Ren sat up at Martyn’s feet. His indignant exclamation was undermined by the smile upon his lips. “Great, but you’re supposed to be lovers. Again, from the top!” Cleo barked before the two could protest. And Martyn was calling Ren’s name for the fifth time that rehearsal.
credits to everyone mentioned
