Fics like Rule 45: Clean Up Your Own Messes

You put a bullet in his chest! You weren't there. You could've put one in his leg! You weren't there. But I should've been! You loved him. I guess I'll never know. And now, neither will you. And he knew nothing but pain for a moment then a white plain. Hell, even his clothes were white now. “Feels like I’m in either a bad remake of the old Battlestar Galactica series or a bleach commercial.” He murmured to himself as he looked around. A lone door appeared in front of him, “Said the spider to the fly. Or would that be ‘Welcome to my house! Enter freely and of your own will!’ Said Vlad Dracula to Johnathan Harker.” He tested the door before slowly turning the knob and opening it. Finding a large plains set in light blue lighting (shiver…blue lighting….) and, there, in front of him, was the biggest, baddest, American Lion, Panthera leo atrox outside of a museum. Thirteen feet long and 1,000 pounds of pure muscle. Red spotted ruff and black spotted undercarriage with a back tipped tail. And buff colored body. And was basically letting him know he was his.

Fics like Rule 45: Clean Up Your Own Messes

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