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traveler-at-heart · 4 months

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Finding Home - Part 3

Summary: This is a series imagining what it was life for Natasha after joining S.H.I.E.L.D.

Warnings: Violence, injuries.

Part 1, Part 2

There were only five people in the room.

“Jericho missiles” Fury says as soon as the door is shut. Clint looks at you, alarmed.

“What are those?” Natasha says and Maria turns to the screen.

“Developed by Tony Stark. Selects a target, at a certain height it splits into 16 smaller missiles to have a cleaner impact. The shockwave is also more devastating”

There’s footage of tests conducted in military facilities playing on the screen.

“Obadiah Stane sold five of these to the Ten Rings. Stark was able to destroy them all. Or so he thought” Fury pushes three identical folders in the direction of Clint, Natasha and you.

“There are still two” Clint confirms after skimming through the file.

“At an abandoned factory, close to the Canadian border” Natasha reads out loud, going through all the information at record speed.

“So on a scale of one to ten, how heavily guarded are these bad boys?” you ask Fury.

“They have grenades up their asses”

“So, like a seven”

“Not funny, Agent” he warns, but you turn to Natasha, who let out a small chuckle.

“She thinks it is”

“It will get old really fast. Trust me” the man says and she rolls her eyes. “You leave tomorrow, before the Ten Rings decide it’s time to light up the sky in an American city”

“Let’s go over strategy today. Natasha’s suit and weapons should be ready” Maria proposes.

“I’m looking at the Widow Bites” you interrupt.

“Farley said that if you messed with his tech again he’d quit” Fury reminds you.

“Good riddance. He’s an idiot and she’s not going on a mission with faulty equipment”

“Fine. Hill” Fury nods in confirmation and they leave the room.

“What was that?” Natasha turns to you, but you shrug your shoulders, projecting the map of the factory and reading the file.

“Oh, now you’re modest about it?” Clint teases. “Y/N here is an MIT graduate. Mechanical Engineering, top of the class”

“It was a small class”

“If she wasn’t an agent she’d be running the design department. Made my arrows ten times lighter and faster. Deadly too”

“That’s enough. I just want to make sure Nat has the best equipment” you wave dismissively, still looking at the map.

It’s an important mission, yes. But your priority is Natasha.

—

“Fucking Farley” you mutter for the tenth time, making Clint chuckle.

As suspected, the Widow Bites have a short range and the voltage isn’t enough to incapacitate enemies, so you’ll be fixing that as everyone else discusses the plan.

“Y/N is coming in first. Once she disables the security, Romanoff and I will go set the explosives for the missiles” Clint says, going over the map of the warehouse.

“I’m not leaving her alone” Natasha says and while you keep your eyes on the Widow bites, correcting the wiring, you smile.

“It’s fine, Nat. It’s my area of expertise. I’ll hack their systems, keep an eye out and will join you once the explosives are set” you look up, nodding her way. Maria walks in, looking over your shoulder. “Tell Fury he needs to kick fuckface Farley to the curve”

“Noted, Brains. Which one of you will be Brawn?” Maria turns, smiling teasingly at Natasha and Clint.

“I’m Beauty” Clint says, turning to Natasha. “Romanoff?”

“Sorry to break it to you, but Natasha is all three” you say, removing the magnifying glasses and stretching your back. “Is it dinner time yet?”

“Our order should be ready. I’ll pick it up” Natasha offers, taking the car keys.

“Don’t forget about the…”

“Extra rice, yes” she rolls her eyes and Clints follows right behind, ready to take a break.

Maria sits right next to you, and you don’t need to turn around to know she’s staring.

“Yes, Hill?”

“So when are you asking her out?”

“Pardon?”

“Oh, come on” she pushes your chair and you roll away, annoyed. “You compliment her, she knows about your special order, the pining and the heart eyes”

“I’m one of the few people who treat her like a human being. That’s all” you say, hoping it’s the end of the conversation. Maria throws you a paper ball, just like in your academy days and you snort. “Ass. Yes, I like her. But she’s barely had a life. I can’t ask her out and make it awkward. Natasha needs to live and experience things and once she knows what she wants… maybe I’ll do something about my feelings. Until then…” you point at your friend, and she nods, motioning as if her lips are sealed.

You just hope your feelings for Natasha won’t get in the way of this mission.

—

The air is colder than you anticipated.

“Good to go?” Clint says, looking over his shoulder. You try your comms and go over the equipment. Once you nod, he lowers the jet, counting down to prepare you for the fall.

“Be careful” Natasha says. It’s the first things she’s said to you since you left headquarters.

“Chinese for dinner?” you say with a smile, hoping that it will ease the tension. Natasha nods and you wave, jumping into the darkness.

The landing is a bit rougher than you would have wanted since the parachute was dragged around by the wind, but nothing is broken and you can disable the security alarm in the hatch.

From there, your next stop is to the control room. There’s only one man monitoring the cameras, and you knock him unconscious before he can reach for his gun.

“I’m in. You have twenty minutes” you announce.

“Got it”

Out of pure curiosity, you look over at the computer on the side, browsing through the files.

“Clint” you say as you stumble upon Stark’s designs.

“I’m kinda busy” he says, installing the explosives around the warehouse.

“They have intelligence on other Stark weaponry. Should I make a copy and then clean up their files?”

“Proceed. But be on the lookout, we’re almost done here”

“I can multitask” you say, pulling out a drive to copy all the files. The encryption will have to be done later, but for now, eliminating everything they have should be enough.

Either way, the entire building is blowing up in a few minutes.

An alarm blares across every hallway, and you look up, surprised.

“What the fuck, Y/N? We’re not done here” Barton barks, clearly in a hurry to finish the job now that you’ve been discovered.

“It wasn’t me” you say, frantically looking at the cameras. There’s a man with long hair that frames his face, covered up to his eyes with a dark mask. “We have company. I’m locking the doors on your side, exit through the vent”

“That means you won’t be able to get out” Natasha protests.

“I’ll find another way and meet you. You have to go. Our friend here seems to be… in a hurry”

Your blood runs cold when you see him punching his way through the guards. He is a super soldier, judging by his strenght and now you’re trapped with him on this side of the building.

“Fuckfuckfuck”

Pulling the drive to your pocket, you leave the room and go to the side farthest away from the man.

The thing is, he seems to be going through the walls instead of using doors, so the distance grows smaller with each of his steps.

“Natasha is gone” Clint informs you as you’re sneaking around. That makes you stop in your tracks.

“Bullshit”

She wouldn’t.

“The minute we were out she ran away in the opposite direction. I’m on the jet now. Give me your location”

“East side of the…”

The sound of metal and concrete cracking surprises you from behind, and you come face to face with the man.

He takes your gun and twists your arm, but you aim at one of the pipes in the ceiling to give you a few seconds to run. You can feel him going right behind you, dangerously close.

“The building is blowing up in five minutes, Y/N” Clint says.

“Thanks, I’m trying not to get killed by fucking Frankenstein” a heavy metal arm pulls you down, punching you two times until you’re gasping for air.

He then kicks you down a couple of stairs, and you hang on to the railing by an inch. Once he glances over to check if you’re still alive, you shoot at his eyes, protected by the mask.

Wrong move, as he’s not pleased in the slightest.

Dropping a few feet to the ground, you begin to run down the exit.

A few things happen at the same time.

You turn and see Natasha, breaking a door. You smile at her. Of course she wouldn’t leave. Her eyes widen, and when you turn around, the man is raising his gun.

Two shots and then you’re down, hot liquid spilling down your stomach and leg.

“Y/N” Natasha screams, throwing Widow Bites to the man. His arm is briefly paralized and Natasha takes advantage of the moment to help you up. You limp against her, feeling the building shake.

“Come on, Clint is waiting outside”

Luckily, the ceiling behind you begins to fall, putting some concrete between you and the man.

The next minutes are confusing, since you struggle to remain conscious.

“HQ, this is Barton. We have an agent down. We’ll be there soon” you hear Clint report. There’s a pressure in your abdomen but you can’t look down. “Natasha, I have to fly this thing, keep her awake”

“Y/N” the woman says, trying to stop the bleeding. “Look at me. You can’t fall asleep now”

“I’ll be fine. You were great today, Natasha. I knew you’d be a great agent. Would you tell my mom that I…?”

“Tell her yourself”

“Don’t be a сука” you mumble, your eyelids heavier.

“What is the one thing you always wanted to do?” she asks, desperate to keep you talking.

“I always wanted a cat. My sister’s allergic” you drag your words. But then, you turn to the redhead, smiling. “What about you?”

“A rollercoaster” Natasha says without hesitation. Your smile grows.

“We’ll go to Connie Island, it’s gonna be so much fun…”

“Y/N, stay with me, don’t close your eyes”

But you’re too tired to listen.

—

“Her family should be here any minute” Fury steps in, eyeing your bruised face. Three surgeries later and the doctors think you have a pretty good chance of recovering.

Natasha and Clint are sitting by your side, their eyes glued to the monitor that keeps beeping.

“The man… had any of you seen him before?”

“I thought he was a myth” Natasha says, the image of the metal arm and the symbol on it etched on her brain. “They call him the Winter Soldier”

“KGB?” Clint guesses.

“HYDRA”

“That’s ten times worse” Fury sighs, turning to the Russian. “We’ll need your help to figure out who he is. But for now… nice job”

“I should have done more” Natasha says when Fury leaves the room.

“She’s alive because of you” Clint protests. “But you should let me know, I thought you were running away. When you want to pull a rescue, at least tell me where to fly the jet”

“Ok” the redhead nods.

“Let’s get something to eat. You know Y/N wouldn’t want you to starve yourself”

—

When Natasha and Clint come back to your room, Maria is talking to an older woman. She has eyes like yours, and a smilar hair color, which makes Natasha think it’s your mother.

“You saved my daughter” she says as soon as Natasha walks in. Your mother hugs her tight, thanking her.

She has no idea that this is all new to Natasha, especially the hugging part.

“Let’s go over some forms” Maria rescues the redhead, walking the older woman to the door.

Her words echo and Natasha goes over them till she loses count.

She’s never saved a life before. She never had someone thanking her for keeping a loved one safe.

Maybe, there’s hope for her after all.

—

It’s been a few days and you have yet to open your eyes.

Natasha stays next to you, and reads out loud the way you did for her. Your mom is in the couch, knitting as she listens, keeping an eye on the girl.

Even if she’s not aware of Natasha’s circunstamces, she can tell there are strong feelings involved between you two.

“How long have you been at SHIELD?” the woman says, examining the green pattern on the scarf she’s knitting.

“Not long” Natasha tenses, hoping it won’t be necessary to bring up her past as a former assassin.

“Y/N’s father was in the CIA. Her sisters were more… I don’t know. They argued over clothes and wanted to wear makeup. Y/N would work on cars with her dad or build stuff”

“That sounds nice”

“It was, yes. Drives me crazy that she risks her life for a living. But it’s in her blood, I guess”

“She’s a great agent. And a wonderful person. You did a good job raising her”

“You’re too kind” the woman says, pulling the scarf and presenting it to the redhead. “Here. This color brings out your beautiful eyes”

Natasha is hesitant as she takes the green scarf, inspecting the fine knitting and feeling the softness of the fabric against her fingertips.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you”

“Thank you. For saving her. I’m happy to know my daughter has wonderful partners. I like you, Natasha”

“I’m glad to hear that, because I kinda gave her the secret pasta recipe” you say with a weak voice, making both women rush to your side.

“Oh, sweetheart” your mom says, running her hands through your hair.

“Sorry to make you come all the way here. I know you hate flying”

“No, don’t be silly. Plus, I’ve spent some time getting to know Natasha. You guys make a great couple”

“Ma!” you protest, the monitor beeping loudly as your mother teases you. “Would you be a dear and get the doctor? I really want to eat something that isn’t hospital food”

Your mother rolls her eyes, but leaves and you stare at Natasha.

“Thank you for saving me”

“It’s nothing”

“It’s not nothing. I’m alive because of you, Natasha Romanoff”

“I guess it’s our thing, isn’t it? Saving each other” she smiles, her hand inching towards yours.

“Yes. Yes it is”

—

The doctor promises you’ll be discharged in a few days, but there’s a long road ahead for your recovery. At least six months without missions.

Fury stops by, surprising you.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, eyeing the box of chocolates that Maria brought you. “You mind?”

“Help yourself, boss” he picks a sweet and nods approvingly, clearly stalling. “Come on, you’re not one to sugarcoat things”

“The drive you took. It does have some very detailed information on Stark’s tech. I know we discussed an undercover mission a while back… but I decided to send Natasha instead”

“As what? I was supposed to be a new engineer on his team”

“Legal. Close to Pepper Potts. And hopefully, Agent Romanoff will charm Stark”

“Oh, Nick. Come on, not the playboy angle” you protest. There’s an unpleasant feeling at the pit of your stomach as you imagine Natasha dealing with Stark’s advances.

“It is what we have, Y/L/N. Take some time, recover and come back. I have a feeling we’ll need all the help we can get”

“Yes, Director Fury” you nod, as Natasha walks in. The man nods, and you can tell he trusts Natasha now. It’s a relief.

“How are you feeling?” Natasha says, pulling the usual chair next to your bed.

“Happy that I get to go home. soon Not so excited over my mom running around my place cleaning and complaining”

“I’m sorry. I wish I could stay but…”

“You have missions. I heard you’re booked and busy, Agent Romanoff”

“Well, yes” she smiles, blushing lightly.

“Is that what you want? Because that’s all that matters to me”

“I want to do good. Clean my ledger”

“You’ll do great. I know it” you reach for her hand, smiling.

“I could… put it off. For a few months. It won’t be a big deal”

But you can see how eager she is. To prove herself she’s so much more than the Red Room. That she’s not just the Black Widow.

She’s Natasha Romanoff.

“I’m not going anywhere, Nat. You’ll always have me. Ok?”

“Ok” she nods, looking away, but keeping her hand in yours.

Deep down, you knew this was only the start of your journey together.

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 1 month

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Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it?

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen PT I & PT II. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Epilogue. Soundtrack.

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TWO: G & G.

You know that there are those in the world who strike fear into people’s hearts and souls.

But you’ve never seen anyone react to a single human being the way they do the duo that struts into the bar in their leather cowboy boots.

You’ve never seen the saloon so quiet and still before then when the duo steps into the scene. A tumbleweed could blow by with how silent it is.

Everyone’s eyes stay planted on the tall, handsome men oozing with confidence and intimidation standing among the swinging doors, appearing like sexy phantoms in the night.

There stands Geto Suguru, the 6’4 long-haired gunslinger with the perfect, black locks that cascade down his broad shoulders and back, seductive eyes, and skillful hands that he hides behind two riding gloves.

He usually is seen riding a black Bronco that is just as big as him and sporting a black cape with black riding pants, boots, and a low-brim cowboy hat. Black fits him so damn well. The only thing that isn’t black on him is the red vest that is so low-cut that you can see the outline of his pecs.

Beside him is his partner (and lover as it’s rumored) Gojo Satoru, the lean, confident, cocky, blindfolded bandit standing at 6’3 with snow-white hair, a sly smile, leather gloves that hide some skillful and deadly hands, and a blindfold covering his eyes that have never been seen but are said to make a man go cold with fear where he stands.

In contrast to Geto, the white-haired cowboy is doused in colors: a denim jacket that matches his slacks where a star-shaped belt buckle hangs from his crotch; brown boots with spurs; a red bandana wrapped around his neck; and a white cowboy hat sits low on his head. He, too, has his own horse: a brown Bronco that is recognizable from its hooves clicking across the ground.

They are a match made in heaven and hell. Handsome, skillful, and deadly. They are known for their impressive yet terrifying speed when it comes to cocking and shooting their pistols. You’ve heard of them killing all kinds of wanted criminals and even other gunslingers in other counties.

Everyone knows them and so do you.

If a record was playing, the damn thing would be scratching by now with the way the saloon reacts to seeing the gunslingers in the flesh. Whispers begin to rise from the silence, including from Yuki, Mai, and Maki who have wandered over. “Oh, my God,” Mai gasps. “It’s the Gunslingers!”

“What the hell are they doin’ here?” Maki wonders aloud, peering at them from behind her spectacles. “Are they lookin’ for someone? I thought they had been arrested!”

And they did, last year. At some point, the articles of gunslingers, corporation owners, and high rollers found dead with bullets in them and a note from “G & G” left at the scene stopped when they were arrested after that train heist. And you know it has everything to do with their connection to your boss.

“Who cares?” Yuki dreamily sighs as she stares at the gunslingers with heart eyes. “I get to admire them in person now! Aren’t they delicious?”

“Keep it in your pants, Yuki,” Choso grumbles, tugging on a lock of the blonde’s hair as she giggles. “They ain’t even all that.”

“Of course not,” Yuki purrs, making Choso blush. “Not above you, Chosi, but a cowboy hat would do you so well!”

Even you will admit that the “wanted dead or alive” posters don’t do them justice: they are fine as all hell, straight out of a woman’s wet dreams. But they are also outlaws. And you despise outlaws…for personal reasons.

The duo begins to look around the silent saloon, Gojo’s head slowly turning despite his blindfold. When his head turns toward you, you feel as if the air has been stolen from your very lungs. Despite the fabric covering his eyes, you feel as if he sees you. All of you.

Gojo nudges Geto with his elbow before waltzing over to the bar, his boots thudding across the hardwood floor. Geto follows, ignoring the whispers and stares in their wake. The piano has begun to pick up again, but it does nothing to ease the tension swimming in the air. Quickly, you turn to face your drink while the girls scatter to work, leaving you to fend for yourself.

Geto sits on the stool beside you while Gojo takes the one beside him. You feel the air around you become stiff and tense as the cowboys settle into their seats. “So what’s a cowboy gotta do to get a drink round here?” Gojo asks with a smirk. “Can ya help a guy out, miss?”

He gives Shoko a flirty look, not knowing that this girl is gay as hell. “I could damn sure try,” she replies, barely giving him a smile. “What will you fellas have?”

“I’ll take a Long Island iced tea,” Gojo says then laughs. “Just kiddin’! A beer, please.”

Geto takes a moment to examine the shelves of alcohol behind Shoko. He then looks at your pretty drink. “I’ll take what the lady is havin’,” he answers. “Actually, what is that you got there, miss?”

His dark, enchanting eyes meet yours and you ignore the butterflies they invoke inside of you. “Whiskey smash,” you blandly reply.

He hums thoughtfully at the name. “Hm…is it good?” You tick your eyes at him briefly, secretly admiring his features. “If you like your whiskey with some sweetness to it, sure.”

A slow smirk appears on his face. “Oh, I definitely do,” he drawls. “I like sweetness with my everything.”

You swallow hard, so sure you have a cherry pit in your throat. Gojo chuckles from beside his partner, flashing you a white-toothed smile. “Oooh, me too. I’ll third that order, ma’am!” Shoko nods and shoots you a look before wandering off to fix the drinks.

You do your best to keep calm and act normal, sipping your drink and trying to relax. At some point, the silence becomes thicker, prompting one of the gunslingers to speak on it. “Welcomin’ place,” Gojo sniggers. “I feel so at home.”

Geto quietly chuckles from between you and Gojo. “Let’s just settle, Satoru. We won’t be here long.”

‘Settle what?’ you wonder, but you know that they are here for Kento. Shoko comes back with the frothy, red drinks, lowering them in front of the gunslingers.

“Thank you kindly,” Gojo chirps before taking a sip. Geto nods his thanks but doesn’t drink his right away. Instead, he goes into his pocket and retrieves a folded piece of paper. He unfolds it and slides it across the bar to Shoko. “I don’t suppose you know who this guy is,” he says.

You peek down at the paper, finding it to be a “Wanted” poster with your BF and boss looking back at you. Kenzo aka “Valentine” looks much different than when you met him. On the poster, he is clean and shaven, has longer, shaggier hair, and has a distinguished scar on his left eye.

But of course, this is the gunslinger who robbed people blind and just pulled a train heist and massacre in the town of Cherrywood a year before with his crew, Geto, and Gojo. The man who takes his place now is Kenzo, a humble saloon owner who sometimes dabbles in illegal activity to fund his saloon.

Valentine, a criminal on the lamb and your outlaw boyfriend, is known for using his looks, charm, and violence to get what he wants. He is a man who loves money, women, and jewels. As a notorious criminal and outlaw, he has bounced from place to place, county to county, robbing folks and then laying low before starting again.

He was arrested for robbing the Cherrywood regional train and having his crew massacre all of its employees and riders before you met him. Originally, he was given a fifty-year sentence but escaped after serving five weeks just by seducing a male prison guard and then knocking him out to steal the cell keys.

You were hot on his trails when he showed up Blackwater a year later and met you in a whorehouse that you purposely took a job in since he frequented those. He took one look at you and immediately fell in love with you (and your body), proposing you a job at his saloon. “You could be mine,” he told you. “My girl.” You agreed and the rest is history.

“I’ve heard of him, yes,” Shoko replies as she cleans a glass.

“Is it possible you’ve seen him around?” Geto ponders aloud. “I don’t know if you’re aware, but he escaped Cherrywood a year ago after robbin’ a train and massacrin’ everyone in it. He’s wanted in about nine different counties.”

Shoko takes another brief look at the poster before someone flags her down from down at the bar. Saved by the bell. “I can’t say I have seen him, fellas,” she apologetically says. “‘Scuse me.”

She hurries off, leaving you with the two cowboys. “How about you, ma’am?” Geto asks, passing the poster to you. “You recognize this face by any chance?” You look down, studying Valentine’s face.

You have, but first, you need to read these guys. “I’ve seen him in the posters, but not in person. May I ask why you two are here?”

You keep it casual and curious, making sure you don’t sound too suspicious. “We were paid by a private source to track down Valentine for his crimes,” Geto vaguely explains.

“And for personal business,” Gojo adds with a smirk. “You see, we were in, uh…business with Valentine some time ago and never got our cut.”

He doesn’t need to go any more into detail than that. You know exactly what he’s talking about. “We don’t like bein’ played with,” he says, his voice dipping an octave, sending a chill down your spine. “Or when someone’s money is funny, so we came here to exchange words with him.”

‘Words or bullet?’ you want to ask, but you instead bite your tongue and sip your drink.

“We’ve been told he was last seen in this town,” Geto explains. “We figured everyone comes to saloons so why not check here?” He slides the poster away from you, a kind yet flirty smile crossing his beautiful face. “But even if he isn’t, we can still enjoy a drink with a pretty lady.”

You roll your eyes, having heard that line before. “Does that line work with all the girls?” you scoff. Gojo coughs up his whiskey as he laughs, but Geto doesn’t take it to heart. In fact, he chuckles. “I see not with you,” he replies.

“I like that,” Gojo states once he’s recovered, his blindfolded eyes set dead on you. “You’ve gotta be the first person who isn’t scared of us or tryin’ to jump in bed with us.”

You passively shrug, twirling your tongue around the rim of the glass. “I’ve been around gunslingers in my time.”

At this, the duo share a look unbeknownst to you, quite interested in the pretty thing sitting with them at the bar. “Oh, really?” Gojo drawls and you realize your mistake. “Any of these encounters you’d care to share, little lady? I’m quite interested.”

Geto nods, his gaze like molten fire. “I am too.”

You suddenly feel your mouth grow dry and your cheeks become hot. Your body reacts in a way it never has with any man you’ve been with, not even your first love! The way they continue to stare at you, giving you their undivided and unwanted attention, is even worse.

What is wrong with you?

Luckily, your boss comes to the rescue, barreling up to the bar like he wasn’t watching the duo from afar and shaking in his boots.

“Oh, gentlemen!” he shouts, giving them both a hard, eager handshake. “Welcome, welcome! Can I offer you two another drink or a dance free of charge?”

Gojo ignores him like he isn’t even talking, leaving Geto to handle this. “Thanks, but no thanks,” he says, plastering on a kind smile. “We’re here for some information about him.”

He passes Kenzo the poster and you watch in real time as the color in your boyfriend’s face drains. “Have you seen this guy anywhere?” Geto asks, squinting at him.

Gojo peers at him from under his hat, his stare intense even with the blindfold covering his eyes. Kenzo clears his throat and leans in to whisper to Geto. You pretend to ignore them though you secretly strain to hear. “Let’s talk in private,” he whispers. “Even the walls have ears, I’m afraid.”

Geto nods and nudges to Gojo who sighs and downs the rest of his drink. To your shock, Geto puts a hand out to you for a shake. Though hesitantly, you take his hand and feel the room grow hotter than a sauna when he places a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “It was a pleasure meetin’ you, ma’am,” he softly says. “Hopefully, we’ll cross paths again.”

His eyes gleam as he tips his hat at you, leaving Gojo to follow Kenzo upstairs. Gojo doesn’t follow right away, instead digging into his pocket for some coins and placing them on the bar in front of you. “For your drinks and yours,” he says with a crooked smile. “Have a good night, little miss.”

Then, just like Geto, he leaves as if he didn’t just steal the air you breathe with it. It takes a moment to get your head back, but once you do, you down the rest of your drink and get up from your seat. Shoko catches your eye and gives you a look, her eyes telling you a message:

“Don’t get caught,” she warns you. “And don’t get killed.”

You nod, blowing her a kiss, before following your boss and the duo upstairs.

#black fanfic writer #smutty smut #my works #black coded reader #my fic shit #black writers #jjk smut #cowboy gojo #cowboy geto #satosugu #satoru gojo x black!reader #suguru geto x black!reader #cowboy!au #cowboy!geto #cowboy!gojo #poly smut #poly love

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ama0310 · 5 months

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The President's Daughter

Character: Finnick Odair

Requested: No

Type: Angst/Fluff

Summary: Arianna Flemings-Snow, the adopted daughter of Coriolanus Snow, bravely volunteers for the 75th Annual Hunger Games. Yet, her courage comes at the cost of confronting not only the repercussions of re-entering the deadly arena but also the profound challenge of sharing it with the man she passionately loves.

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“Finnick Odair, right?”

Haymitch nods points towards the screen, “ Yes, he won his games at fourteen. Youngest ever. Extremely humble.”

“You’re kidding right?” He looked like the most narcissistic show off known to man. His stance. His waves. His stupid smirk. He looked as if he were happy to be returning.

“Yes I’m kidding. He’s a...” Haymitch dramatically flips his hair” …peacock. A total preener but he’s the Capitol darling. They love him here. Charming , smart, and very skilled at combat—especially in water.”

Peta leans forward glancing at the screen, “What about weaknesses?”

“Well two. First Mags.” A frail looking wrinkly woman pops on the screen. “ She volunteered for Annie. Mags was his mentor and basically raised him. If he’s trying to protect her in any way it exposes him.”

Katniss stares at the screen seeing the women bravely volunteer for the young girl in hysterics, “A guy like that has to know she’s not going to make it. I bet when it really comes down to it, he won’t protect her.

Sadness flashes through Haymitch’s eyes, “Well Katniss, I just hope when she goes…she goes quickly. She’s actually a wonderful lady.”

The silence fills the room before Peta asks, “And his other weakness?”

Haymitch lightly smirks before passing to the next district when a beautiful girl with hair as white as snow comes up. “ District 5. Arianna Flemings. Mostly known as...”

“President Snow’s daughter?” Katniss snaps her head to Haymitch. Eyes widened.

He tilts his head a bit. “Adopted. She won her games at fifteen. Everyone and I mean everyone fell in love with her. She was the purest of the pure. The cutest of the cute. And the most dangerous of the danger. After one of the tributes killed her district partner all hell broke loose and she murdered the last seven remaining tributes within two hours with one. singular. knife.”

Peta shook his head in disbelief, “If he adopted her then that means he has to have some sort of heart. And he’s letting her go back to the games?”

Haymitch holds out his hand signaling for the kid to stop talking, “Well, there were rumors about Snow not really adding Arianna’s name into the reaping; however, when her childhood friend was reaped she immediately volunteered. Flabbergasted everyone.” The video shows Arianna immediately protesting and volunteering the moment her friend’s name dropped. The horror on everyone’s face was telling how much the district loved her.

He cleared his throat and continued, “ I imagined Snow wasn't really happy about that. That’s what he gets for adopting a victor when he’s the leader of these games." He shrugs. "Arianna is very captivating. Even Snow’s heart had to have melt for that young girl. Took her right under his wing. Obviously she was treated like a victor but most importantly she was treated like a Capitol.”

“If his daughter is that important wouldn’t he know that during the games people will be targeting his daughter. Who wouldn’t if his daughter means that much to him.”

That’s when Haymtich shook his head, “ Because my dear little Katniss… A) he calls the shots. If you haven’t realized everything in the games are controlled by him and people that love her. He’ll be hovering over you all the entire time. B) She’s a skilled competitor. Again seven tributes dead in two hours by the hands of a 110 pound fifteen year old, hello people keep up. Since then she’s never eased on her training. Obviously she’s bound to have enemies because of her father so she never stopped. Really good using her resources, excellent with knives, basically insanely dangerous. C) Finnick Odair. Both basically spent the last nine years together. Everyone thinks they’re together, but are keeping it hidden because of her father. I’m sure the President feels a lot better having Finnick with her knowing that he would risk his entire life for her. However don’t think it’ll make it easy to kill them. While you two are faking it. They—“ He points to the screen. “Are real. You hurt her and not only will you have Snow on your asses, but a trident in your chest. You hurt him and you’d have knives shoved up every hole in your body. They’re each other’s weaknesses but also strengths. They are who you want to be allies with. I’m serious Katniss don’t mess this up.”

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Arianna couldn’t breathe in her dress. It’s not that it’s too tight (which it actually is), but more-so that she’s again back to where she was those many years ago.

“Breathe. Breathe. Breathe” She lightly whispers under her breath while entering to where all the other Victors were. She was wearing a beautiful white gown with red lace at the top. Her red make-up contrasting her snow-white features.

“Isn’t it Snow’s precious girl. Miss Flemings never thought I would have to see you back in the games.” She turns around and sees Gloss from Tribute 1.

“You and me both. Don’t you look as charming as ever.” She smiles graciously wrapping her arms around her friend. “Where’s Cash?”

He smiles and points behind him, “Getting the gang back together. Should we be expecting you to join us?”

Her eyes immediately try to find the one person she truly wanted to ally with. “Gloss I would love to, but I have to check with Finnick. You know wherever he goes I go.”

He nods understanding completely, “And I admire your loyalty. Please try to get him on our side. We really don’t want to have to go against either of you.”

She nods smiling softly at the man, “Speaking of Finnick do you know where he might be. He wasn’t with Mags.”

The guy pointed behind her making her turn, “I guess he’s already trying to get the Girl on Fire on his side…without telling you?”

Arianna lightly hit him, “Glossy I love you, but I hope you weren’t trying to turn me against Finnick. Like you said before I am extremely loyal.”

He chuckles before backing away, “ Didn’t hurt to try. Now go to lover boy, but please remember what I said.”

She watches him go back to the Career pack and lightly waves at them before heading towards the duo.

“Then how do people pay for the pleasure of your company?” If only she knew the truth.

She sees him lean forward, making the Girl on Fire look uncomfortable “With secrets”

Arianna thought it was the perfect time to break the tension especially since she wanted to talk to the golden boy before they had to parade themselves. “Nicky, we went over this so many times, you should never try to get with an engaged woman. Very inappropriate.” She wraps her arm his waist looking up at him. His smirk turned into a genuine smile.

He immediately looked down at the young girl smirking, “Arianna, you know I’d never try to get with anyone else but you.”

She lightly smacks his chest before looking over the girl staring curiously at the duo, “ Arianna Flemings.” She sticks her hand out smiling as Katniss took it. “ My niece absolutely loves you. She always wanted to meet you, my father never really introduced us, but you know how he is. You look absolutely beautiful by the way.”

Katniss couldn’t help but like the girl in front of her. Though the fact that she is someone that Snow cares about keeps nagging at her, the girl alone seems genuine. “I’m Katniss. I saw your games. Very impressive.” Her curt response made Arianna look at Finnick then back at the girl.

“Thank you and your game was also very impressive.” She smiles and then turns her attention to the man next to her. “Nicky, can I talk to you over there please?”

His gaze went to his angel and then to the girl who’s staring at them, “I’ll be there in a second need to wrap up my introduction to the Girl on Fire.”

Arianna rolled her eyes playfully before turning to Katniss, “It was really nice to meet you.”

The two stared as Arianna glides away elegantly. Finnick leans towards the girl with a smile, “She is off limits. You hurt her and I’ll gladly pay back the favor with your fiancé while you watch and die an agonizing death. Got that? ” Before she can answer he backs away going to find his girl.

He finally sees her talking to her district partner and then shoos him away. "Nicky? Did you really had to use that name? "

Her gaze filled with mischief yet care had him wrapped around her finger, "There's Nick, Nickey, Finnley, Finnerson, Fin-"

"Okay we get it, but there's only one name I like hearing you call me." He leans closer.

"Mon amour" She smirks before lightly pushing him back. "That's only reserved when we aren't about to dive head first into our deaths."

His smile drops, " You are not dying. Snow will not allow it and neither will I."

She caresses his face, "Finnick these are how the games are. Though my father cares for me he wants to destroy the girl even more."

He lightly glares at the girl, gripping her waist a bit tighter. " Why did you have to volunteer dammit. Everything was going to be fine, but you just had to volunteer. Why on earth did you even do that?"

She glances around noticing that people are getting on their carriage to start the parade. " I had to, love. But it's okay. I promise you, it will be okay."

The sincerity in her eyes truly made him believe it was all going to be fine even though his heart knew it wasn't.

They finally break eye contact when her partner tells her that the parade is about to start. "Better get on your carriage Snow White looks like Prince Charming needs you."

She kisses him on the cheek, "I'm not into Princes, I prefer fishermen" winking and getting on her carriage.

They both know that no matter what happens in the ring. Capitol be dam. Districts be dam. Both their goal is to protect one another no matter what the cost is.

#president snow #finnick odair #finnick x reader #finnick imagine #the hunger games #capitol #coriolanus snow #finnick odair imagine

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gallifreyanhotfive · 6 months

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My favorite quotes from each Doctor (TV only)

I'll have to do some for the EU too sometime.

One: "I don't make threats. But I do keep promises. And I promise you I shall cause you more trouble than you bargained for, if you don't return my property!"

Two (about his family): "Oh yes, I can when I want to. And that's the point really. I have to really want to, to bring them back in front of my eyes. The rest of the time they....they sleep in my mind and I forget."

Three: "Courage isn't a matter of not being frightened, you know. It's being afraid and doing what you have to do anyway."

Four: "You see, if someone who knew the future pointed out a child to you and told you that that child would grow up totally evil, to be a ruthless dictator who would destroy millions of lives, could you then kill that child?"

Five: "Once a man fell asleep and dreamt he was a frog. When he woke up, he didn't know if he was a man who dreamt he was a frog, or a frog who was now dreaming he was a man."

Six: "This is a situation that requires tact and finesse. Fortunately, I am blessed with both!"

Seven (while fighting the Master): "If we fight like animals, we die like animals!"

Eight (god the fact I'm limiting this post to TV is killing me, really shot myself in the foot there): "You're tired of life but afraid of dying!"

Nine: "Just this once, everybody lives!"

Ten: "Some people live more in twenty years than others do in eighty. It's not the time that matters, it's the person."

Eleven: "Nine hundred years of time and space and I've never met someone who wasn't important."

Twelve: "This is not a war. I fought in a bigger war than you will ever know. I did worse things than you could ever imagine, and when I close my eyes....I hear more screams than anyone could ever be able to count! And do you know what you do with all that pain? Shall I tell you where you put it? You hold it tight....til it burns your hands. And you say this - no one else will ever have to live like this. No one else will ever have to feel this pain. Not on my watch."

Thirteen: "You're wrong about humans. They're not pathetic; they're magnificent. They live with their fears, doubts, guilts. They face them down every day. And they prevail. That's not weakness. That's strength. That's what humanity is."

Bonuses (crack edition) - if you recognize all of these please marry me

"Don't be lasagna."

"Yes, I made some cocoa and got engaged."

"These shoes! They fit perfectly."

"Kill yourself."

"An unintelligent enemy is far less dangerous than an intelligent one, Jamie. Just act stupid...Do you think you can manage that?"

"If I'm ever in need of advice from a psychotic potato dwarf, you'll be the first to know."

"I tolerate this century, but I don't like it."

"I always find violent exercise makes me hungry, don't you agree?"

"If I had crayons and half a can of Spam, I could build you from scratch!"

"I'm the Doctor; I'm worse than everybody's aunt!"

"The assembled hordes of Genghis Khan couldn't get through those doors, and believe me, they've tried."

"Self pity is all I have left!"

"Come to Daddy. I mean Mummy. I mean....I really need you right now!"

"An apple a day keeps the....Ah. No, never mind."

"It was the daisiest daisy I'd ever seen."

"Now drop your weapons or I'll kill him with this deadly jelly baby!"

"In my time, I have been threatened by experts, and I don't rate you very highly at all."

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blingblong55 · 1 year

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She's my Collar- Simon "Ghost" Riley nsfw

F!reader, nsfw, Stalker!Ghost, Military!reader

This is based on a request.

But first, let me give you a little back story:

You are a highly trained sniper, and expert in hostage situations. And for obvious reasons, you keep yourself off the radar when off duty. Your age is redacted mainly for your own privacy. The nickname came around your first deployment, and everything went south real quick. Your team for hours looked for your body. Soon they heard a bullet pass through them, your third kill, and from the stinking dirt you rose. (referenced Ghuleh/Zombie Queen-Ghost).

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"Ghuleh!" your captain called out. You looked up. "sir?"

He showed you the file, a reassignment. "Good luck." your teammate spoke. You stood up and went into the office. "What's the occasion sir." your monotone voice vibrating on the walls. "A captain requested you, congrats Ghuleh, you have been reassigned to Task Force 141, give 'em hell." he placed the file on the desk and patted your shoulder as he exited the room.

On the other side of the world, Brazil. The team was in need of a sniper, and after much searching, Price found you.

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Full name: r/l/n, r/n

Age: [REDACTED]

Alias: Ghuleh

Rank: Sergeant First Class (SFC), ACTIVE DUTY

Sgt. R/l/n, who was involved in Operation: SEVEN JAWS, was among the five only survivors from a team, of 17.

She is a highly trained soldier, by far one of the toughest I've worked with. No matter the time, day, week, she's there. She's fast, silent, no remorse. Loyal and highly deadly.

Combat ready.

Skills: Sniper, infantry, insertion specialists.

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Price hands Ghost your file. He scans through some pages. "Don't think she's ready for us." he tosses your file on the table. Your file sits high on the pile of many other operators. "Laswell says she's more than good enough, other teams even the enemy have asked for her. She's been bribed before. Think we aren't the ready ones." He stands up and makes the call.

13 hours later, you arrived at the base, Price, Soap, and Gaz, waiting there as you got out of the helicopter. You walked to them, you sniper and bag in hand. A smile plastered on your face. "Sergeant." his hand reached out. "Captain." you shook his hand. For the next three hours, you started to talk to your new teammates. "Ghost is busy at the moment, but he will meet with you later. Now what's with the name?"

"Classified." You looked up, your hands cleaning the snipe. He chuckled.

And for two weeks, you only saw Ghost passing by, then after hours on the shooting range, he was there. "Nice shot." his remark made you turn. "You must be Ghost." You returned back to your position. "What gave me away." his voice hinting at a slight chuckle.

Headshot.

You left your gun and turned to him. "So what can you bring to us? Just snipe?" "No, but I'll definitely surprise you, sir."

"Mind sparing with me?" he broke the awkward silence that fell upon the room. "How 'bout a no for now. But whoever can give the poor wall the most headshots gets a sparring match after the mission?" You loved playing around with your old teammates. And knew that soap and Gaz were already welcoming of you. He took out a knife and threw it at the target, headshot. You wiped out a pistol from your belt, headshot.

"Why the nickname?" he asked, he pulled a gun from his boot, another headshot. "Why the mask?" you look away from the wall, headshot. "Shit face." he answered, this time he missed his shot. "tsk tsk. s'no good," you shook your head. "Rose from the death, allegedly," you added, another headshot.

And for about an hour, you and him asked and answered. For about an hour, this man was looking at you. Studying your face, trying to read any emotions. He liked the games you played. How you dodged certain questions by shooting at his target. When he ran out of bullets, there you stood, smiling, "Guess no sparring for you sir." You walked away, content with your actions.

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Three weeks after that day at the shooting range, he followed you closely and noted any quirk of yours. When you and the team were training, Ghost would watch from afar. He had a notebook of all you liked and disliked, and when he passed through the small gym of the base, he'd write down the music you listed. (For personal reasons: you listened to the band Ghost. Ironic ik). At times he would try and sneak behind you, trying to see if you were texting someone. To his luck, you weren't.

After week four, he, although perceived as cold and heartless, had slowly fallen for you. It was obvious you tried to be on his good side. And it was clear you were in the team for a reason.

Mere infatuation, he would tell himself. But when you consumed his last thoughts before he slept, when he imagined times when he was inside of you, pleasuring you, making you his, it was more than infatuation. He wanted others to understand, you were his. His special soldier, only his.

"r/n, time to train." He approached you, taking your scent in. "Be my partner?" your voice rang through his ears. He looked down. "hm?" "You want to train with me sir?" your innocent eyes staring at his. He nodded and followed along.

He started to think of how you'd look. Completely naked, crying for mercy as he penetrated every inch of you. How your whimpers would fill the room around. How he would part your legs, eating you out, making you scream his name.

But soon that picture faded, and he felt his bulge growing tighter around his pants. You stood at the mat, waiting for him. "Scared you'll lose?" your smirk laying high on your lips.

God those lips, the same ones he imagined would eventually be wrapped around his throbbing cock. How you would be on your knees, taking all of him in that small mouth of yours.

"Got a death wish?"

"Maybe I do."

He soon took his gear off. His muscle shirt revealed the tattoos. "Need a picture?" his ego speaking before he could form any other word. "Perhaps I do." You tried to make him nervous, just so the match could end soon. It was something you tried with Gaz, which worked perfectly, he was so nervous around you, that he couldn't think straight.

"Ladies, when in doubt, use your femininity, men will go crazy, military men are dogs when it comes to us. They get nervous, so use that against them. R/n, you have a good shot at getting the enemy on his or her knees."

You struggled to keep him down. His body weight was more than yours, but you were much faster. Soon his body lay under yours. He tried to bring you down, or at least to flip you both. "So what did I win?" you joked. "Me." uttered. Thankfully no one was around, your eyes looking for some lie. "Pfft, good one sir." now it was you that was nervous.

You had found him attractive, but geez was that a comment. "M'serious." his voice softened. Your grip on him loosened. And that was your mistake. He flipped you both over, now he was on top, your bottom with your chest rising and falling rapidly. "What d'ya say? let's get out of here and go to yours?"

It was a dangerous play if he said his.

In his room, pictures of you sat on his bedside table. A sweatshirt you left on the bench hung on a rack. The notebook he dedicated to you lay on his bed. And the small shrine he had of you in his closet, exposed if you opened it.

"Wouldn't this be inappropriate?" you asked, he got up, extending his hand for you. "Just frowned upon," he answered. Your hand on his, he lifted you up with no hesitation. And you both made your way to your room.

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He looked around. Taking the details in. But soon, small kisses on his neck made him lose all concentration. He lifted his mask, just enough for his lips to be exposed. He grabbed you by the neck and guided your lips to his. You smiled once your lips met. Melting under the kiss, he knew it was time to make all his dreams come true.

He travelled down to your neck, his hands meeting the ends of your shirt, he lifted it up, your arms raised and felt as the clothing left your skin. He laid you on your bed. His hands hungry, traveled around your now exposed skin. You tasted better than he imagined. Your soft moans leave your lips. With one hand on your back, he unclipped your bra and threw it across the room. Your nipple piercings looking back at him, he smirked.

Fuck, the things he was about to do to you. He kissed and softly bit your nipples. This made you moan even more. He flicked your now-hardened nipples with his tongue, his eyes never leaving your face. He loved to see your reaction.

You giggled. In a matter of seconds, his shirt came off, and he trailed down your pants, impatiently trying to take them off. "Take off yours, I'll do mine," you said, and he did as told. When you two stood there, somewhat naked, you laughed.

Sex can make humans crazy. You two back in bed, and he played with your throbbing cunt. "s'ready for me. Like a good whore." he said, your lips never leaving his. "S'mine."

Moans filled the room as he rubbed your now wet panties. He lifted your legs up, taking your panties off, he liked the view. Looked down and smiled. Desire mixed in between touch.

He got on his knees and he dragged you to the end of the bed. His hands parted your thighs. He was leaving wet kisses as he went closer and closer to your throbbing parts. "please" you moaned, wanting him to stop the teasing and just finger you. "please what love?" he eyes looking at yours, a smirk planted on his lips. "please, just fuck me" you let out as frustration left your voice. "Jus'because you asked kindly." he chuckled against your now sensitive skin.

His tongue pumped in and out of you. Your hands made their way to his head, and you pushed him more in. His fingers made their way in. He fingers you so much that you start squirting. He licked the liquid that was leaking. "Taste s'good" he complimented. "Fuck!" your hands burying more deeply on his mask-covered hair.

When he knew you were ready for him, he grabbed a pillow and tossed it under you, he rested your legs on his sides. His hands touch your face. His thumb made its way to your mouth, and he made you suck it. "Spit on it," he said as his palm opened. You obeyed, he rubbed his hand on his already hard cock. And when you least knew, he went inside you.

In response to him, you moaned loudly. He rapidly covered your mouth. "Don't want them to listen just yet," he said and he deeply thrusted inside you. Your walls gripping on him. He moaned and soon he got desperate for the speed. "Can I?" he asked,

"Can I fuck you harder now?"

"Yes, please."

You grabbed the nearest sheets and covered your mouth, your moans still loud although muffled. "Now they're ready," he said as he moved the sheet from your mouth, you gripped the sheets, feeling your climax come. And once it did you grew more sensitive, your legs started to shake, but the noise and cries of pleasure fed him more.

"Please sir, I can't...I-cant take it any longer." you cried, your back arching and your nails digging deep on his arms. He liked how you were slowly leaving your mark on him.

It drew him wild. "You can take one more can't you?"

And with tears slowly falling down, you nodded. "Good," he said. He was rougher, his fingers went back down. He loved how you came on him. His fingers rubbing your now dripping wet cunt. He licked his fingers, and he dove back in. Only to come back with more of you on him.

"Taste yourself, love," he ordered.

You opened your mouth and licked around his fingers, he moaned. "obedient little whore"

And as your tears made your mascara melt, he was more than full. This was the image he needed for today. You a wreck, wrapped around his massive cock. Your body is all marked by his hands.

He came, very deep inside you. He pulled himself out and gave you a deep passionate kiss. "You did so well." Now his voice was low. A smile from both of you grew bigger the more the kiss deepened.

"Can we go again?" your voice still filled with lust. "Maybe later, don't want the others to ask why you can't do drills tomorrow" he laughed a little.

He walked to your closet, grabbed the nearest towels and started to clean you and his mess that still dripped from between your thighs.

"Don't worry, I'm on the pill," you said panic settled in his eyes. "Wise choice." he soon finished cleaning, he even wiped the now dry dark tears from your face. He grabbed one of your water bottles and handed it to you, his hands covering you and him, who now lay on your bed. His arms around you, holding you close. You two passed the water to one another.

"Next time I won't be so kind."

"don't want you to be."

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A/N: I had a lot of fun doing this one, took shorter than I expected. also tell me why as I was writing this and a old lady walked up behind me and legitimately said "she needs some piercings like yours." MA'AMMMM HOW TF DID YOU EVEN TELL I HAD SOME!!! so shoutout to someones nan , she deserves an award for the piercing part of this story.

<333 Thank you anon!

Tags: @lialacleaf

REQUEST ARE OPEN!!

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fanficimagery · 1 year

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La Reina del Inframundo

When your neighbor goes missing, you call upon your seven deadly sins to help get him back.

Words: 8.6K Author's Note: SURPRISE! Finally have something to post, so here it is a day earlier than normal. This imagine is probably ridiculous, but you know what? Blame the Kingdom of the Wicked series. I wanted my own seven deadly sins lol even if they don't make much of an appearance in here. Sons of Anarchy AU. Title translation: The Queen of the Underworld.

When you were little, you were probably the most spoiled girl you'd ever known. Anything you needed or wanted was yours and you ended up quite ignorant of everything going on around you. You didn't know anything about the family business, only that your daddy was an important man and you had numerous uncles who looked after you. And then you became a teenager, and you understood that not only was your daddy important but he was also dangerous too. Your parents did everything to shield you from the life, but when you and your mother were kidnapped and she was killed, you wanted to know the ins and outs of everything.

Your uncles, only a couple by blood, made sure you knew how to take care of yourself. You learned to fight and how to handle weapons, and learned about other families that were nearly as important as yours. You learned who your allies were and who your enemies were, and far sooner than you had anticipated, you were upgraded from Princess to Queen.

Losing your father made you bitter and you held no remorse for sending your men after those who had a hand in his death. It was your turn to lead the family business as your father's only child, and your father's brothers happily let everyone think they were in charge while you watched everyone and everything from the shadows.

Everyone learned to fear your family name since you were quite bloodthirsty, but as the years slowly passed you learned to take it down a notch. Eventually, you grew tired of having no privacy and decided to move out on your own since no one outside of the men you grew up with knew you were the head of the family business.

You chose Charming since it was quite the picturesque little town, but those who served under you didn't like you being so far away. So, to keep them from dropping by or watching you from afar, you anonymously purchased a large plot of land and let them build another compound and warehouse nearby.

The construction of the compound and warehouse gave you more than enough time to find a suitable house for yourself, and have it remodeled and furnished before you moved in. There was lots of talk around Charming about who was disrupting their usual routine, but no one ever found out anything of importance.

When you finally move into your house, it takes some getting used to. There's no noise, and no men lurking around corners or men coming up to you every half hour to see if you need anything. It feels good to make your own food and have a peaceful meal, and to just laze around to watch some television, but you're still the woman behind the curtain, taking phone calls and attending meetings and making sure everything is on the up and up.

You've been in your new house for a couple of weeks now and there's not been a single problem. At least not until you're in the middle of your shower and your scalding hot water turns unbearably cold. With a shout, you hop on out to try and catch your breath. You give it a few seconds before testing the water with your hand and quickly yank back when it's still cold.

You test the hot water in the bathroom sink, but that too is cold. Pulling on a robe, you head to your kitchen and test the hot water there. Cold. All cold.

With a sigh, you head towards the laundry room where the water heater resides. There's a little blinking light at the bottom that should signify the water heater is working properly, but unfortunately it isn't blinking.

"Son of a-"

You've learned a lot of things, but lighting the pilot light was not one of them. So uncaring for the fact that you're merely in a robe with shampoo still in your hair, you slip your feet into a pair of house slippers and head outside. You look around your neighbors' driveways and find a motorcycle parked at the house next to yours.

Scurrying next door, you knock on the front door. It doesn't take long at all for the door to be opened and you give yourself a moment to take in the tall specimen standing in front of you. Wet hair hangs down past the man's shoulders, water droplets clinging to a full beard, and a towel is wrapped tightly around his waist. Water droplets glisten down a tattooed torso and you have to quickly shake your head clear when you realize you're ogling. "Uh, sorry." You glance up to meet his amused gaze. "I, uh, I live next door. I really hope it's not a bad time, besides the obvious nakedness going on, but I could really use your help if you're not in a time crunch."

He arches an eyebrow at you. "What seems to be the problem?"

"I was in the middle of my own shower when my water heater went out. I checked it and there are no leaks which leads me to believe the pilot light went out. I have no clue how to light it and I'm hoping you do."

"Sure. Let me just…" He trails off as he glances down his body. "Let me get dressed and I'll help you out."

You sag in relief. "Thank you so much."

"You can use my kitchen sink if you wanna rinse your hair. You know, just in case the problem is something else."

"Oh. Yeah, thanks. I would rather rinse with hot water than cold."

The man opens his door further and you step in. "I'm Opie."

"YN. Nice to finally meet one of my neighbors."

He chuckles. "Yeah? Everyone 'round here steers clear."

"Motorcycle that off putting?"

"That and the MC." Walking into the kitchen, he points to a kutte hanging off the back of a chair. Sons of Anarchy. And huh. You've heard of them- heard all about the power struggle within the club, but they stayed off your radar and you theirs.

"What a bunch of pussies," you mumble. But Opie still hears you and he grins some more.

"Sink is clean. There's even a hose you can use. I'll be right back."

"Mhm. Thanks again."

Opie turns to walk away, and you tilt your head to admire his back muscles and tattoos. You bite your bottom lip at what you see, but quickly turn to the kitchen sink less you're busted ogling him again.

Turning on the sink's hot water, you grab the little hose and test it out. When the water is hot, you bend over the sink and flip your hair into it.

It takes you longer than anticipated to rinse out the shampoo in your hair and when you do, you're quick to turn off the water and then wring out as much water from your hair as you can. Letting your hair hang in front of your shoulder and over your chest so the front of the robe soaks up any other water, you find paper towels close by and take one to clean up the sides of the sink and counter where water splashed.

"All good to go?" You startle at the words and whirl around, finding Opie leaning against the doorway as he grins at you. His hair has been pulled back into a knot and a black shirt hugs his torso sinfully tight.

You gulp. "Y-Yeah."

"After you then."

You stumble and mutter a quick, shut up, when he laughs at you. He follows you all the way to your house, shutting the front door behind him and then stepping into your laundry room. "This is it. There's a light that's supposed to be blinking-"

"Yeah. I know. I actually have this same water heater."

"Oh, thank god."

Opie squats down and you watch him hold a knob down while clicking another button. It clicks about fifteen times before the light blinks, and you exhale in relief. "That should do it. If it goes out again on its own, just go ahead and come get me. It'll probably need to be cleaned and I can help with that also."

"Thank you! I really didn't want to have to call my uncles. They didn't want me living on my own and they would have teased me mercilessly if I had to call them so soon."

"I bet." Opie looks you up and down in your robe and your shift nervously. "Well, I'll go ahead and get out of your hair so you can finish your shower or whatever. If you ever need help, you know where to find me now. As long as my bike is out front, I'm home."

You smile as you walk him towards the door. "Thank you so much, Opie. I definitely owe you one."

You watch him until he's halfway between your houses and then shut the door before hurrying back to your bathroom.

And hallelujah! You have hot water once again.

After your first meeting with Opie, you seem to see him all the time when you're out and about. You have a smile and wave for him every time you make eye contact, laughing when his club brothers eye you up and down or whistle appreciatively until Opie shoves them hard enough to shut them up.

The next time you have face to face time with him, however, is when you're on the side of the road trying to replace a flat tire.

"Come. On. You. Sonnuvabitch," you grunt as you try to twist the lug wrench to loosen a lug nut. You've managed to get one off, but the others are proving to be a bitch.

The sound of motorcycle engines approaching has you looking up and down the side of the stretch of road you're on, and you spot two individuals riding closer and closer. Only needing their muscle to loosen the lug nuts since you know how to do the rest, you stand up and wave them down. And when you see them slowing down, angling their bikes to you, you sigh in relief.

One of the men has a very familiar beard and you can't help but smile as they stop right behind your car. "Hey neighbor," you muse when they cut their engines.

Opie pulls off his riding glasses and helmet, settling everything on his handlebars. His friend does the same before they both stand, and Opie offers you a small smile. "What trouble are you in now?"

"I just need your muscles, I swear." You chuckle, nodding at his friend and his too charming grin he throws your way. "The last place I got my car a tune-up at, they tightened the lug nuts too tight. I just need someone to loosen them up really quick and then I can take care of the rest."

"No need to worry that pretty little head of yours, darlin'," Opie's friend says. "I'm sure my boy Ope can take care of it for you." He claps Opie on the shoulders, squeezing and nudging him forward.

Opie's eyes roll. "YN, this is Jax. Jax, this is my neighbor YN."

You and Jax exchange greetings as Opie gets to work on changing your tire for you.

"So, how's that water heater treating you?" Opie asks. "No more naked knocks on other people's doors?"

"Naked knocks?" Jax arches an eyebrow at you.

"First of all, shut up," you tell Jax. And then looking at Opie, you say, "It's working fine. Haven't had a problem since you helped me."

"Good. That's good."

"So where did you come from?" Jax asks.

"From Salinas."

"Yeah? Why Charming?"

You shrug. "When my mom passed, my dad and his brothers raised me. And then my dad passed, and my uncles took my wellbeing a little too seriously. I needed some space from them."

"Pretty sure they're expecting her to throw in the towel any moment now and go crawling back to them," Opie says.

"Exactly." You grin at the biker that's nearly finished with changing your tire for you. "They know I know how to take care of myself, but they're still hoping I fail and call them up. Can you imagine how put out they're going to be when they realize I have a perfectly friendly biker living next door who doesn't mind lending me a hand every once in a while?"

Opie laughs as he lowers your car from the small car jack. He then grabs up the flat tire and carries it to the trunk of your car while Jax grabs up the jack and the lug wrench. Once everything is put away, the men face you as Opie says, "You're all set. If you stop by Teller Automotive, we can get the tire fixed for you and put the spare back in the trunk."

You arch an eyebrow at him. "You work at an auto garage?"

"Try own it," Jax muses. "It's mine. The club runs it," he says while pointing to the President patch on his own kutte.

"Huh. Nice." Then glancing back at Opie, you say, "Well I guess I owe you. Again."

"I'm just racking up those favors, aren't I?"

"Yeah, yeah." You smile as you pull open the driver's side door. "Thank you. I'll, uh, I'll see you around."

The men make their way back to their bikes, but they wait until you drive off before taking their leave as well.

As music blares throughout your room, you mouth along to the lyrics as you ready yourself for a party with the Sons of Anarchy. You had taken your tire to Teller Automotive when you found the time and Opie fixed it up for you like he said he would. Then after putting it back on your car, he made sure your spare was okay before putting it away back in the trunk. Jax tried to refuse payment by saying you get a freebie for being new to Charming, but you weren't having it and bullied the man in his office to take your money.

Needless to say, the Sons were impressed with how you didn't back down.

Jax then extended an invite to their party, and you agreed since you didn't have any plans. Opie tried to tell you that you didn't have to attend because their type of parties usually got out of hand, but you assured him you could handle your own with an all-knowing grin. Jax whooped and Opie looked a little apprehensive but still told you what time to be there.

So here you are, in a backless black bandana tank top and a pair of faded skinny jeans with rips along your thighs and knees. Your makeup has already been applied and your hair straightened, and you readily slip your feet into a pair of chunky heeled Doc Martens. And instead of taking a purse or wallet, you decide to slip your ID and Driver's License into the back of your phone case before slipping it into one pocket while shoving several twenties in the other.

Then after making sure everything is turned off, with the exception of two small lamps in the living room, you lock up your house and head out for the night.

The drive to Teller Automotive isn't that far and you get there fairly quickly. The entire lot is enclosed with a tall chain link fence that has some form of material draped on the inside so you can't see through, so you're not sure where to park, but one of the Sons who's speaking with a woman outside the fence spots you and tells you where to go. After following his directions, you park and get out of your car. Then pocketing your keys, you turn around and take in your surroundings.

There are barrels of fire scattered around the lot, as well as numerous picnic tables and a single boxing ring that has two men going toe to toe inside of it as many spectators cheer on the violence. The auto garage portion of the building is shut down, but the club portion has its bay doors rolled up. As you make your way towards it, you can see a bar and numerous tables scattered about the room. There are a couple of couches and even a pool table, and many scantily clad women working the room.

Chuckling, you enter the club with all the confidence in the world. Immediately you can feel the stares on you- both lecherous and envious- and you make your way towards the bar.

Sitting on the stool across from the bartender, you smile at him. "Can I have a beer? Whatever you have is fine." As the bartender grabs you a beer, you pull a twenty from your pocket and hand it over.

"It's only six bucks."

"Then I'll grab another two throughout the night. Don't worry about any change."

The bartender nods and puts the money away under the counter, and you turn around on your stool. Crossing one knee over the other, you lean back against the bar while taking your first sip of your drink.

"Hey. When'd you get in?" Jax takes the stool next to you and you grin at him.

"Just now. Was taking in the scene before I went looking for familiar faces."

"Ope would have greeted 'ya, but he's currently trying to fend off a couple of sweetbutts."

"Sweetbutts?"

"Women who want to fuck a Son in hopes of him giving her his crow."

You frown. "How does one give someone a crow?"

Jax chuckles. "You know, it's kind of refreshing that you don't know anything about the MC life."

"Yeah, well…" You shrug, trailing off as you take another sip of your beer.

"It can be a good thing or a bad thing," he continues. "Good because we know you ain't looking at Ope just because of his kutte and bad because this life is tough. Especially for the women."

You flash him a grin. "Who said I was lookin' at Opie?"

"Please." Jax huffs. "I put on my best smile for you when he was changing your tire and you only had eyes for him."

"It's the height. And the muscle definition in his back." You sigh wistfully, sipping your beer. "God, his back."

Jax laughs as he grabs himself another beer and you gesture the bartender to give you another. "Well, Ope can use a saving grace whenever you're ready. Don't let anyone push you around."

"Trust me. I won't."

As Jax takes his leave, you meet every woman's glare that had been directed at you because he had chosen to spend a few minutes of his time on you. You give them the most deadpan stare ever until they look away and then smirk as you start in on your second beer. A couple men try their luck with you, but you're quick to reject them before they can get too comfortable. Your gaze occasionally falls back on Opie, and you make your move when you see him drain his beer and the so-called sweetbutts on either side of him lean further into his personal space.

Rolling your eyes, you grab a fresh beer from the bartender and start towards your neighbor. The gathered Sons seem to perk up, making the women on their laps pout, but you only have eyes for Opie.

Coming to a stop in front of him, you smirk as he looks up and the women vying for his attention glare at you. Holding out the new beer to him, you say, "Come on. Let's go get some fresh air."

His lips twitch as he accepts the beer and the woman on his left scoffs. "Excuse me!"

"You're excused."

Opie and his brothers all laugh and then the woman on his right gets bold. "Back off, bitch. Seniority rules here. If you're gonna be a regular, you start at the bottom of the totem pole. Now go clean the toilets or something."

Opie looks offended on your behalf, but you merely laugh as you step so you're directly standing in front of her. "Oh honey, I'm way too pretty to do the toilets. You, on the other hand…" She gasps and leans forward to stand, but you're quick to lift a foot and plant your boot in the middle of her chest. Her eyes widen as you shove her back into her seat and you lean forward as much as you can with your foot pressing against her. "Trust me, you don't wanna go down this road. You think I'm easy prey because this is my first time here but let me assure you that they will not find your body if you decide to piss me off."

"And that's our cue to go." Opie is quick to stand, gently grabbing you by the wrist to tug you away. His brothers all whoop and laugh as the one woman tries to console her friend who had balked at your words. You follow after him as he leads you outside, walking up to a picnic table that he ends up stepping up onto the bench to sit atop the table. You do the same and as you settle side by side, he asks, "So we wouldn't find her body, huh?"

You snort, covering your mouth where beer had dribbled out since he asked the question when you were mid-sip. "What can I say? I'm full of surprises."

"I'll say." Opie takes a pull from his own beer bottle. "So how are you liking the party?"

You shrug. "It's decent." Then you point towards the boxing ring with the neck of your bottle. "You ever get in there?"

"If I ever have any aggression to work out, yeah."

"Most people fuck their aggression out; you fight it out." This time it's Opie's turn to snort his beer and you smirk. "So how are you liking tonight's party? Are the women always so…"

"Slutty?"

"I was gonna say bold."

Opie shakes his head as he chuckles. "Yeah. It's their life's mission to either get knocked up by someone in a kutte or get a crow or a ring."

"That's the second time I heard something about a crow. What is that?" You ask.

Opie looks at you, seeing that you're honestly curious. "In our MC, a crow is a big deal. Bigger than a ring."

"No shit?"

"It's basically the men branding their women as their property."

"Wow," you drawl, completely unimpressed. "The women around here really need to rethink their priorities."

Opie chuckles some more. "So, you're saying you wouldn't get a tattoo for your man?"

"I mean…" You trail off, shrugging. "It all depends on the situation."

"How?"

"Take me and you for example," you say and roll your eyes when Opie smirks. "If we started hooking up and a month or two from now you asked me to get a tattoo personalized for you, I'd say you were out of your damn mind. I'd have to be with someone for years before getting a tattoo dedicated to my partner."

"That's fair." He takes a moment to watch you, watching you take in your surroundings and be at ease in this new environment. "So how was your day?"

"So-so," you say, watching the men duke it out in the ring. "It was a bit of a bore if I'm being honest."

"No work?"

"I work from home." You turn to face him, grinning softly. "I, uh, I have a family-owned private security schtick going on. My uncles work from the office, but I take calls and answer emails at home."

"Does working from home turn a decent profit?"

"I'm living pretty comfortably, so I'd say it does."

Opie doesn't question your answer and then turns back to the fight himself.

For the rest of the night, the two of you keep one another company outside by the fire. You switch to water so you're able to drive home and you learn a little bit more about how the MC handles themselves and the people milling about their territory.

Over the next couple of weeks, you find Opie hanging out at your place more and more. After the faucet at your kitchen sink had deteriorated and leaked beneath the cabinets, Opie installed the new one for you after you bought everything you needed. You repaid him with dinner and a beer, and he just kept showing up after that. Sometimes with Jax or Juice or even Happy who reminded you of some of your uncles.

You've gotten to know each other really well that you have a date-slash-not date planned with him, so you're a little surprised when he doesn't show.

Or answer your call.

Or your text.

You keep listening for a motorcycle, but two days go by and nothing.

On the third day there's a pounding on your front door that immediately has you agitated. You march over to it, yank it open to give whoever it is a piece of your mind, only to gape as Jax marches in.

"Have you heard from Ope?"

"Well hello to you too," you deadpan as you swing the door shut. Sighing, you follow him to the living room where he's pacing.

"I'm being serious here, YN. Have you heard from Ope?"

His worry and tone give you pause, and then immediately sets you on edge. "No. We had plans two days ago, but he never showed up." You frown when you realize how exhausted Jax seems. "What's going on?"

Jax sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Nothing. Don't-"

"Don't tell me not to worry about it," you say. You step in front of him, arms crossed. "I was ready to bitch out Opie the next time I saw him, but then you marched in here all worried and now I'm worried. If he left town on his own, then fine. But if he was taken because of the club-"

"What the hell would you know about club life?" He scoffs.

"Don't get pissy with me, presidente." You snap back at him. "You'd be surprised at what I know."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes." You lightly glare at him, but then the glare softens as you smirk at him. "Weren't you a little bit skeptical at how easily I made myself comfortable at your parties? How I didn't cower to your women or how I stood up to the men who tried their luck?"

Jax tenses. "Who are you?"

"A friend, I hope." Jax frowns and you sigh. "Look. I didn't come to Charming looking for trouble. I didn't plan on Opie being my neighbor or getting to know you guys. In fact, I just wanted to fly under the radar, but you guys… you guys threw a wrench into everything."

"Who do you work for?"

You scoff. "I don't work for anyone."

"What the hell is going on here, YN?" Jax wonders, getting annoyed. "I'm confused as shit right now and my brother is missing and-"

"Hey." You step right into his space, reaching up to lightly pat the side of his face as you stare up at him. "I can help you look for him, but you're gonna need to trust me. I know this is MC business, but if you want Opie found then you're gonna have to spill."

"This isn't going to bite me on the ass?"

"Nope. In fact, I'm pretty sure you'll benefit from it. Now what do you say?" You hold a hand out to him. "If you say you trust me, you have to tell me exactly what's going on. The nitty gritty details won't ever be repeated from my lips."

Jax takes a moment to think about it before throwing caution to the wind and grasping your hand. "Fine. We have a deal."

"Good." Pulling out your phone with your other hand, you press on the name that's saved in your first favorite slot. It rings twice before the call is answered. "Gather my favorite sins and send them to my house. Discreetly. Someone important to me was taken and I am not happy."

You disconnect the call and Jax just stares at you. "Your favorite sins? What the fuck was that about?"

But you merely smile at him. "Congratulations, Mr. Teller. Sons of Anarchy are now under my protection so long as you don't do stupid shit."

"Your protection?"

"You'll see. Now talk. I need to figure out an abbreviated version to tell my sins when they get here."

Jax arches an eyebrow. "Your sins?"

"Yes. Now speak."

Jax huffs but takes a seat on the edge of your couch, spilling everything. You're familiar with turf wars and kidnappings and torture, and the more Jax speaks the more unsettled you are for Opie. The issue, however, is an old grievance another MC has with the Sons. They'd been spotted around town for the past week, keeping the Sons on their toes and making the Sons chase them out of town. But the Sons were split in all sorts of directions and Opie never came back.

Jax is in the middle of telling you possible locations of where Opie might be when the back door to your house opens. He pauses and immediately reaches for his gun, but you put a hand on his wrist and put a finger to your mouth to tell him to be quiet. "Let me do the talking. It'll be fine."

Jax hesitantly relaxes, but then he tenses right back up when man after man files into your living room. Each one is wearing dark jeans and a dark jacket with its hood pulled up, but when the hoods fall, he's treated to every man's face tattooed to look skeletal. "What the…"

Each man takes a stand around the room, only having eyes for you as they completely ignore Jax. "Listen up. Opie Winston is the man that was taken." You pull out your phone, pulling up a picture you snapped of him before holding your phone up- screen out- so your men can see. "He's my neighbor and has been nothing but kind to me. I've grown very fond of him."

One of your men (Pride) quietly huffs but you still hear him as he mutters, "Seems like our queen has found herself a king."

"¡Cállate!" You snap at him. "His club president has kindly offered up who took him and possible locations of where they might be keeping him, but they can't get close. I need you to find Opie and bring him back safely. Anyone involved in his kidnapping is to be brought in as well. I want them to see what happens when you take something or someone I deem important from me." After telling them what they need to know, your men all nod and you smirk before letting them go. "Now that you're caught up, you're dismissed. Happy hunting."

The men take their leave from the same door they walked in through and then you turn to Jax who has an eyebrow arched at you in amusement. "Queen, huh? And let me guess, those were the seven deadly sins?"

"Yes. Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Wrath, and Sloth are my best crew. Now call off your boys and have them go back to the club. The last thing we need is them shooting at my sins."

"Fuck. You're right." Jax pulls out his own phone to call his boys off. You watch him as he sends out the text and then he stands as if ready to leave.

"Sorry if I overstepped by calling dibs on the men who took Opie."

"Don't be." He smirks at you now. "I'm kind of curious to see what you're capable of. And I totally called it. You have the hots for Opie. Happy's gonna be so disappointed."

You roll your eyes a little and you hand Jax your phone. "Put your number in. I'll call you when we have your boy back."

"Don't you mean our boy?"

"Shut up." You laugh and then reclaim your phone after he's done what you asked. "And just so you know, if there's more than one man they bring in, only one of them gets to walk so he's able to warn his club that Sons of Anarchy are now under my protection."

"You're that confident, huh?"

"You have no idea. Now get outta here, but don't tell your other boys about me."

"Why not?"

"Because I enjoy making an entrance."

Jax laughs as he walks out of your house. "If you manage to find Ope, you'll be my new favorite person."

"Yeah, yeah."

For the past day and a half, you've reclaimed your throne at the compound and established with your tios that you were coming out of the shadows. They didn't fight you on the decision and, in fact, they might have even encouraged you to see where things went with the missing Son since you needed someone by your side.

You've been in contact with Jax, keeping him updated, but you've yet to update him of the latest development.

Opie was found along with four bikers who'd been guarding him.

You're anxious to tell Jax, but you want to get Opie settled and cleaned up before calling in his brothers. So, to kill time, you go ahead and get dressed.

You strip down to your panties right there in your room, pulling on a blazer and buttoning it closed beneath your bust so your cleavage is on display. You even have to place some double-sided sticky tape so there are no nip slips while you put on a show. Then you find yourself a pair of leather pants that you manage to wiggle into and a pair of stilettos that make you feel powerful as you walk around in a room full of men.

You're adding a couple pieces of jewelry here and there when you get the text that Opie is there. You finish getting ready and then walk out to where you know they're holding him, and grin when you hear him cursing up a storm.

"Who the fuck even are you guys? If you really are my rescuers, why can't I leave?"

"That… would be because of me," you muse as you step into the room.

Opie's head whips in your direction and your smile drops when you see the black eye, the gash above his eyebrow and on the bridge of his nose, and the busted lip. Even his hands look like they have some damage, and his clothes are bloodied.

"YN?"

"In the flesh." You walk closer to him, hesitantly reaching out to him in case he balks from your touch, but he doesn't. You touch his hair, frowning to find crusted blood clumping the strands together. "And to think I thought you stood me up."

"Nope. I was just being held hostage. Still am."

You offer him a grin. "You're not a hostage here, Opie. I swear. Now come on." You offer him a hand. "Come with me so you can get cleaned up and changed. I'll call Jax and the others, and then I'll deal with those assholes who had you."

"You? You're gonna deal with them?"

"Yep. Got Jax's blessing and everything. Now let's go. I had to sneak into your house to grab you some clothes, so you might as well put them to use."

Opie laughs and then groans, clutching at his ribs. You rub his shoulder until the pain passes and when he stands you grab his hand. Mentally cheering when he doesn't pull away, you lead him back to your bedroom so he can use your private shower.

Opie looks around your room while you grab his bag from the closet and then show him to the bathroom. You try not to grin when you see him taking it all in and then leave him be. You pull out your phone to text Jax the directions to the compound and that they'd be let in upon arrival, and then settle in front of your vanity.

Whenever you've done business with those who opposed what you and your family have done or tried to claim your notoriety for themselves, you've always presented yourself a certain way. Your makeup was half and half, half normal and half skeletal, which is why your favorite sins have tattooed themselves that way. So as Opie showers, you get started on wiping off half your makeup before blending white and black face paint along your features.

It surprisingly doesn't take you long to get your makeup done, so you take a seat on the edge of your bed to wait for Opie to be done. A handful of minutes later, the bathroom door opens and Opie steps out. He freezes when he sees you and you smirk at him. "Come take a seat. We need to talk."

Rubbing the towel over his hair one last time, Opie tosses it back into your bathroom before padding barefoot towards you. As he sits, he asks, "Who are you?"

"I'm YN. You know that."

"You're clearly a very important person to have so many men working under you."

Grinning at him, you shrug. "I was my father's only heir. His business became my business."

"You said you worked in private security."

"Yeah. We do that too, but in the underground- in the underworld- we do so much more. They call me La Reina de Inframundo."

"Which means?"

"Queen of the Underworld."

Opie huffs and you hesitantly reach for his hand, clasping it between two of your own. "Why'd you go through so much trouble for me?"

"Because you were kind to me." He scoffs this time, and you angle your body towards him. "I'm serious. You had no idea about my reputation and treated me like any other woman that wasn't actively trying to get into your pants. You were kind and you became my friend, and I- I might have grown overly fond of you."

"Only might?" You roll your eyes with a slight huff and stand, but Opie is quick to catch you by the wrist and pull you in so you're standing between his parted knees. "Oh, I think you're pretty fond of me if you went through all this trouble."

"Fine. I like you, but I'm also aware about how the men of MC's work. And I just want to assure you right now, no matter what happens between you and me, I will have the Sons' back. I've never had a sibling, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want one if they're anything like Jax or Juice."

Opie grins at your joke. "Been keeping in contact with them?"

"Jax, yes. Juice just thought I needed to be checked up on for some reason. I guess he assumed I'd be a sobbing mess without you around or something."

"...thank you."

"You don't need to thank me, Ope." You reach for his face, gently cradling it in the palms of your hands before smoothing his hair back as his arms wrap around the small of your back. "You'd have done the same for me if I'd gone missing."

His smile immediately vanishes as his gaze darkens and his arms squeeze you tighter which brings you closer to him. And honestly, you quite like the feeling of being in his arms. "They'd be dead if they'd taken you."

"Likewise." His brow furrows and you wrinkle your nose at him. "Look at you all adorable and clueless," you coo. You lean down and press a kiss to his forehead. "Those men outside signed their own death certificates the moment they kidnapped you. They just don't know it yet."

"You're gonna kill them?"

"You'll see. Now put your shoes on. Your boys should be here by now and they're probably itching to pull a gun. Go keep them calm."

As Opie looks for socks and shoes, you walk over to your bedside table and pull open the drawer. Pulling out your gun, you make sure it's loaded before sliding into your waistband at the small of your back and then situating the back of your blazer over it. When you turn back around, Opie's staring at you with an arched eyebrow. You merely grin and shoo him out the door, telling him you'd be out there soon.

You give him a minute to find his way and then head out yourself, keeping to the shadows. Then when you get to the main room, you move to the darkest corner and watch everyone. The Sons of Anarchy stand off to one side as they look over Opie with your sins and tios on the other, and in the middle are the four bikers the sins had taken and bound to chairs.

"What the fuck is this?" One of the bound bikers scoffs. "Have the Sons turned into pussies that let a new crew handle their business?"

All the Sons, with the exception of Jax and Opie, bristle at the insult. Happy and Tig look like they're on a very short leash and would like nothing more than to tear apart the men limb by limb, but Jax keeps them in line.

"That's what I thought. Pussies."

Happy and Tig lunge, but Jax and Juice keep their brothers back. Opie mutters about it not being worth it and once it quiet, you take that as your cue.

Walking forward, you keep your head held high and let the click!, click!, click!, of your heels put the room on edge. The men part and it takes a moment for a majority of the Sons to recognize you. Jax gapes and then smirks, nudging Opie who shakes his head at his brother.

"What the fuck is this?" Tig asks.

"Our new ally," Jax muses.

Walking up to the bound four men, you arch an eyebrow at them. The mouthy one scoffs yet again as he takes you in. "You idiots made a mistake," you say. "You took someone I care about and I don't take that lightly." Reaching for the small of your back, you pull free your gun and grip it tight.

"Ha. I'm sure under that stupid makeup you're nothing but a pretty face, so why don't you strut that perky ass of yours back out of the room and let the grown men talk."

His companions all chuckle and you allow yourself to sarcastically laugh with them before aiming your gun and pulling the trigger. The laughing immediately ceases, and their expressions all morph into shock as their mouthy companion's head slumps backwards. You smirk. "Only one of you will walk out of here, so the more you mouth off the faster you will die."

The remaining three men struggle against their binds, and you giggle at their fear.

"Holy shit," Happy utters. Your gaze darts to him and you smirk as you watch him take in your tios and your sins. When his gaze darts back to you, he says, "La Reina del Inframundo."

You bend at the waist, arms sweeping out to the side as you mockingly bow. "At your service."

"What the fuck is that?" Tig asks, glancing between his brother and you. "Not all of us speak spanish, Hap."

"Queen of the Underworld," Jax answers. He saunters up to your side, nudging your elbow with his own. "Isn't that right?"

"Sí." Then losing your smile, you walk closer to the bound men, pacing back and forth in front of them. "So, this is what's going to happen. One of you is going back to your president and letting him know that the Sons are under La Reina's protection."

"Who is going back?" Another bound individual asks. He looks between his other bound brothers, throwing them under the bus. "I'll tell you whatever it is you want to know."

You slowly grin at him and then raise your gun, putting a bullet between his eyes. "No me gustan las ratas (I don't like rats)." One of the remaining two flinches and whimpers, and you put a bullet in his head too. The last remaining individual keeps his gaze straight ahead and though you see his bottom lip tremble, you let him live. "And it looks like we have a winner."

Your men and the Sons all chuckle.

"Untie him, Envy. Greed and Wrath, I need you two to drive him out to the middle of nowhere. Let him find his own way back home."

As the man is untied, he hesitantly stands while rubbing his wrist. "So, I'm free to go? Just like that?"

"Just a little like that." Before he can question you, you put a bullet in his right knee. He shouts in both pain and surprise, and you grin. "Now you're free to go."

Greed and Wrath stalk forward, grabbing the guy's arms and dragging him out of the room. You don't need to utter a word as other men under your rule step forward, untying the dead bodies and getting them out of there as well.

Looking towards the Sons, you gesture for them to follow. "I have a bar upstairs. It's about to smell like bleach down here, so unless you're into that…"

As you start walking, you grab Opie's hand and tug him after you. You hear Jax chuckle, but soon enough they all start to follow.

Upstairs sits one of your favorite rooms. A sleek mahogany bar runs the length of the side wall, the wall behind it lit up and showcasing every bottle of liquor in stock. There's a clear refrigerator that's stocked with several brands of beer and you even have a few on tap. There are a cluster of couches for those decompressing talks, as well as round tables and chairs for the rowdier gatherings. And for entertainment, there are two dart boards and a pool table.

"Pick your poison, boys. Pride will get you whatever you want so long as we have it."

As the Sons gladly make their way to the bar, Opie stays by your side. He tugs you closer, tucking you into his side and he presses his lips to your temple as your arm wraps around the small of his back. "What is it with naming your men after the seven deadly sins?"

"When I took over, I needed a crew of my very own who would be loyal to me and me only. All my men are obviously loyal, but some have a family of their own who will always be number one to them," you say as you glance up at him. "I get it, I do, but I wanted those who would put me first. My seven deadly sins do that."

As Opie stares down at you, you feel the tension between the two of you amping up. It's always been there, ever since the two of you started hanging out, but neither of you ever acted on it. But as his eyes dart to your lips and your hand finds its way under his shirt so you can stroke the skin of his hip, you know it's inevitable that this friendship is destined to be something more.

"I hate to be a cockblock," you hear Jax muse, "but how exactly is all this going to work out?" You and Opie both exhale in annoyance, glancing at his club president who's smirking between the two of you. "Not that I'm not grateful for the Queen's protection, but we can't be seen as pussies."

"And you won't be," you say. "The Sons of Anarchy will still operate as you have been. I don't care about your club business. But seeing as I've unfortunately grown fond of a few members, I will be on the sidelines waiting to put a bitch in a ditch should they cross a line."

"And what do you consider crossing a line?" Jax asks.

"Any unprovoked kidnappings and/or torture. If you're doing business and you piss someone off, that's on you. But if anyone comes around sniffing around Charming, pushing buttons to see what the response will be, I will set my sins loose."

Jax looks around at his men, gauging their reactions. No one seems to have a word to argue against you and he comes to a conclusion pretty fast. "I can work with that."

"That's what I like to hear." You slowly smile and then smother a laugh when Juice raises a hand. "Yes?"

"What exactly does the queen of the underworld do?"

"Now that's a secret, Mr. Ortiz." You wink at him. "All the prominent families of the underworld are interconnected in a way that I can't explain to you. As of right now, I keep the peace. Or force it if need be." As you smirk, you see Juice shrink down onto a bar stool. "I also make sure the most prominent families aren't murdering anyone without cause."

"When you first came into power, you were the most feared," Happy says. "Why?"

As you look at the man, your smirk slowly vanishes. "Some of the low-class families were looking to make a name for themselves. They waited until my father was at his most vulnerable and killed him in cold blood. They ripped my heart out that day. So, when I took my father's place, I hunted each and every one of them down, and did to them what they did to me."

"Which was?" Juice asks, hanging off your every word.

"I carved their hearts and delivered them to their head of house."

"Holy shit."

No one knows what to say to that, so Jax makes use of the pool table. They crowd around the pool table and dart boards, laughing and enjoying the beer you've offered them. Some of your men even come on up, grabbing themselves a beer and mingling with the Sons.

You feel yourself being led to one of the couches by Opie and then tugged down on his lap. Sitting sideways, you cross one knee over the other and wrap your arms loosely around his neck. "Well, aren't you being a little bold tonight."

Arms around your waist, Opie tugs you closer and lightly drags his nose along your jawline to your ear. "I just watched a beautiful woman avenge my kidnapping and beating." As he moves lower, you tilt your head to give him more access to your neck, shivering when his beard tickles the area. "I think it's time we stop tiptoeing around each other and just take what we want."

"Hmm. And what do you want, Ope?"

"You."

His teeth nip at your neck, and you quietly groan, moving to capture his lips with your own. Opie gives you a moment- a moment!- to control the kiss and then he's manhandling you on his lap so you're straddling him. As your hands delve into his hair to get a good grip on, his hands slide down your ass until he grasps the back of your thighs to hitch you right where he wants you.

The wolf whistles hardly faze you and you take your time enjoying what Opie's offering you.

It isn't until you hear the chanting of, "El rey, el rey, el rey (king, king, king)," that you pull yourself back from Opie's mouth and glance at your men who stop chanting and immediately explode into cheers and whistles.

"Uhh.. what's going on?"

You glance back at Opie, taking a moment to laugh at your skeleton makeup that's smeared onto half his face, before wiping it off and explaining, "They've been patiently waiting for their reina to find her rey. Outside this compound you might be a Son, but within this compound you're about to become King." Opie slightly gapes and you wiggle your eyebrows at him. "Congratulations, Mr. Winston. Life is about to become a lot more interesting."

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☾┅ about me ┅ ☽

hi, call me mika! i'm 21+ and i go by they/them pronouns. i'm a se asian writer + aspiring literary translator based in the uk. this post is essentially a writeblr reintroduction as i am starting anew in the community with this blog, and i'm really excited to share my wips and connect with all you lovely writers out there! i'm also tag and/or interaction friendly (although my reply speed is... not the best especially for tag/ask games, but i'm trying!), so please don't be afraid to say hi ♡

☾┅ writing interests ┅ ☽

important note: my works may contain mature and potentially triggering topics. viewer discretion is advised.

╳ i'm mainly a prose fiction writer, although i may dabble in scriptwriting and poetry at times. ╳ genres: speculative fiction, historical fiction, thriller, literary fiction. ╳ themes: sociopolitical commentary, satire, dark comedy, angst/tragedy, tragicomedy, morally grey characters, queer romance. ╳ open to reading all genre and themes! you're more than welcome to reblog this with your wips or tag me in them, whether or not they feature any of the above. the above lists are not exhaustive because to this day i still don't know how my writing brain works. ╳ i take plenty of writing-related requests (beta/proofreading, critique, collabs, translation work, etc.)! please refer to my carrd for more info, or contact me directly for inquiries.

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will o' the wisp :: adult sci-fi/thriller novel. ╳ award-winning talk show host and journalist noe crane is constantly treading a tightrope as he assumes his secret vigilante identity behind closed doors, but things get worse when his past comes back to haunt him. ╳ features: tragicomedy, morally grey characters, lgbt+ characters, complex relationships, modern setting, superpowers, conspiracies ╳ wip intro here!

the duña duology :: adult weird fiction duology. ╳ a troubled man in his 30s attempts to escape from his past and seeks refuge in a run-down inn, only to find himself caught up in a dangerous conspiracy against the world. ╳ features: adult (30+) characters, unlikeable protagonist, multiple universes, high concept, complex worldbuilding, retrofuturism, found family, conspiracies, aliens (?) wip intro coming soon! message if you want to be tagged.

a history of the tenshima gang feud (working title) :: new adult sci-fi/romance novel. ╳ when a national museum tour guide somehow travels back to the city's deadliest era in history as one of its disgraced figures, he will soon find that his beloved city isn't what it claims itself to be. ╳ features: time travel, alternate future, fictional setting, criminal underworld, ensemble cast, sociopolitical commentary, morally grey characters, lgbt+ characters, love triangle, lovers to enemies, friends to lovers, mcd, tragedy wip intro coming soon! message if you want to be tagged.

lilium carnage :: historical steampunk visual novel (collab with @nana7esque) ╳ four characters on two sides of the same coin. each of them are determined to deliver their own justice in the corrupted land of navona, even at the cost of their own lives, but little do they know that there will always be a bigger price to pay. ╳ features: alternate history, fictional setting, choice-based story, multiple endings, morally grey characters, lgbt+ characters, tragedy, enemies to lovers, complex chara dynamics wip intro coming soon! message if you want to be tagged.

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╳ by the kiss of the sleeping night :: thriller/romance webtoon collab with @nana7esque ╳ retelling of the nyi roro kidul myth ╳ modern setting character-driven script with each characters being an allegory to the seven deadly sins

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𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 | chap 01

SYPNOSIS: wherein the princess, who is a clandestine assassin, has been commanded to eliminate the seven vampire princes.

PAIRING: enhypen members x fem oc.

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), reverse harem, contemporary fantasy, enemies to lovers, third pov, eventual previous past lives will be entailed.

WARNINGS: violence, toxicity, angst, suggestive themes.

WORD COUNT: 5k+

TAGLIST : @aishigrey @kgneptun @b3tt7boop @smg-valeria @lhspeachie @enhaverse713586 @strxwbloody @firstclassjaylee @jwnghyuns @luminouskalopsia @deobitifull @loumin908

🍒 MASTERLIST 🍒

She was taught to kill at such a young age.

She remembers vividly having successfully achieved her first kill at the age of ten after being taught and trained since she was seven. Her first victim turned out to be a regular citizen who stole a handful of bread for his children. She recalls the guilt and incertitude she was in when she held her razor-sharp sword to the man's neck while he pleaded for mercy, but the malignant whispers from those who taught and trained her influenced and blinded her judgement.

As a result, her innocence perished, and she became a cold-blooded killer who had no remorse for her victims.

Living in a prejudiced world where the superior species, which her people deem as heinous creatures, reign supreme, she had no choice but to heed the monarch and their counsel. In order for her kingdom and people to reign supremacy once more, they must be unyielding and vicious.

Years ago, long before she was born, her kingdom and its people were on the brink of extinction as a calamity dawned. A war between the Kingdom of Aetherlyn and the Kingdom of Mysthaven.

Aetherlyn was a unique kingdom. Aetherlyn and its people were endowed with a multitude of powers that flowed through their veins; they were the only kingdom to be gifted and prosper with such power.

She remembers that her mother used to tell her tales about how her kingdom and its people used to reside at a faraway location where the kingdom was surrounded by vast greenery with nocturnal mythical creatures that roamed around freely. The skies were always blue, the ocean was crystalline with the merfolk being their neighbours, and everything was harmonious and peaceful.

Until the war happened, where Mysthaven invaded their kingdom and destroyed everything, all because they desired the crystals that the Kingdom of Aetherlyn protected. The crystals were not ordinary crystals. They're magical crystals, and even the tiniest contact from a non-aetherlyn sends an immense amount of power coursing through their veins.

And so, when the Kingdom of Mysthaven finally obtained those crystals, a new era emerged. Not only was the Mysthaven Kingdom originally populated by vampire races, but the vampires have evolved since acquiring those crystals, bestowing powers they could never have envisioned. That is why they have reigned supreme for years. They even disseminated and shared their powers with the other governing kingdoms.

As a result, Aetherlyn grew weak. The remaining Aetherlyns, who miraculously survived, had to evacuate and search for a new home. Fortunately, the Aetherlyns had a good relationship with the merfolk, and so the merfolk welcomed the Aetherlyns to a dry land that was located by the vast oceania and joined forces, including sharing knowledge and power. Years later, Aetherlyns, too, had evolved.

However, the Aetherlyns desired to reclaim their supremacy and return to the original kingdom. One fateful day, a prophecy was bestowed upon them, entailing that the only hope was none other than the princess. Thus, they have appointed the only heir to the throne to avenge their kingdom, something the past sovereigns, also known as her ancestors, couldn't achieve.

Thus, Elora, the princess of Aetherlyn, became a clandestine assassin. But being appointed as an assassin comes with deadly prices. She has had to go through such tribulations, especially when she possesses no power, unlike the others. Though she is the princess, she is often looked down upon due to having no power.

But just because she possessed no power doesn't mean she's any weaker. Now, at the age of 21, she has spilled such a vast amount of blood that no one could possibly comprehend, and she knows every single way to kill a person. Thanks to the bracelet around her wrist, which is tainted with a powerful spell that enables her the ability to utilise such magic, she is just like any other Aertherlyn.

Though the power she wields is only transitory, it is sufficient to keep her going towards accomplishing her ultimate goal of eliminating the seven vampire princes.

Once Elora has successfully eliminated the seven vampire princes, only then will she be bestowed with such power from the crystal heart of Oceania, which is granted by the monarch of Mermaidia. A power that will surge through her every vein and that will grant her immortality.

Elora desires it more than anything, and she will go to such lengths, including destroying the obstacles that prevent her from eliminating the seven vampire princes.

After all, this is a new world where villains thrive.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Winter has arrived in Mysthaven. The air is crisp, and the cold wind is almost unforgiving as it breezes past her with each stride she takes. She has her head down with the hood of her dark cloak obscuring her identity, drawing attention from the vamps in her vicinity.

Despite their suspicions, they recognise her as one of them due to her scent. A smile arises on her lips. Her enchantments and abilities to utilise such intricate magic allow her to blend in among the vampires and change her scent.

So, whenever someone glances her way, they will only see the illusion magic she casts on herself. The illusionary where she has fangs, ruby-coloured eyes, and a relatively pale complexion. Despite the fact that vampires possess magic as well, the magic she wields outweighs theirs, rendering it impossible for them to dispel her magic ward even if they wanted to.

As Elora enters a dark alley, her magic sensor detects certain individuals she has been tracking down, bringing a smirk to her red lips.

"What's a little lady like you wandering around here?" A man who reeks of alcohol and blood appears by her side as she grimaces. "No way! We have ourselves a human!"

Humans do exist in this world; they reside in a very distant land, but some humans end up as slaves or even pets in Mysthaven, given the fact that human blood energises the vampires. Or any type of blood, really. She even heard about a tale when vampires captured the merfolk, which ended up becoming their food source.

But his question alarms her. Did her scent change? Or did her illusionary ward dissipate?

She feels another presence on the other side before he slings an arm around her raggedly. "A human, ey? Who do you belong to, slave?" He sneers as he pulls down the hood of her cloak, revealing her identity.

Elora finally glances up to meet his red eyes. "Wait a damn minute." He examines her face before his lips deepen into a frown. "You're not from around here, and you're certainly not one of us."

Damn it! Her magic must be flailing, but how?

"Let's drain her blood before killing her." His friend suggests.

In a blink of an eye, the man who draped his arm around her shoulder has been shoved away from her with a whoosh. She hears the other vampire yelp before a loud thud draws her attention.

"Don't you know that it's rather rude to patronise a lady?"

Her heart lurches in her chest upon hearing a familiar voice. Just as she turns around, she is taken aback to see two familiar figures towering over the prior vampires' figures as they sprawl on the ground with painful groans.

"What the─" One of them looks up, and his face drops. "Y-Your highness!"

The two familiar figures, whom she recognises, are the vampire princes. Prince Sunghoon and Prince Jake.

Although they are in a dark alley, the moonlight streaming down allows her to catch glimpses of their faces. Such divine beauty is unlike any other. Instead of being adorned in their princely suit, they are dressed almost too casually with long, dark pants and long-sleeved blouses.

"Tsk, they're drunk." Something about Jake's voice is compelling to her, but she maintains her composure as she watches them. "What do you think we should do, Hoon?"

A smirk arises on Sunghoon's lips, revealing his sharp fang. "Maybe we should kill them? Considering they dared to touch our prey."

In an instant, the inebriated vampires are on their knees in front of the princes. "Please spare us, your highness! We had no idea she's your prey!"

Instead of feeling flustered, Elora simply smiles as she leans sideways against the wall with her arms crossed while her gaze never leaves them. They are playing right into her trap. Peculiarly, she senses her magic has been impeding the moment the two princes arrive shortly.

Jake feigns a dismayed sigh. "Fine, we'll let you off."

The two inebriated vampires immediately rise from the ground and bow at the young royals while expressing their gratitude before attempting to use their vamp speed to escape, but since they are still intoxicated, they are flimsy in their attempt.

In an instant, Jake appears right in front of one of them with a malicious grin. "Or not." At once, Jake plunges his hand deep into the man's chest while the latter goes paralysed before the prince rips his heart out and effortlessly pushes the lifeless body as it falls with a loud thud to the ground.

The other vampire, upon witnessing the gruesome sight, attempts to use his speed to run, but Sunghoon appears in front of him and wastes no time in utilising his power, freezing the vampire from the inside before he shatters into pieces, like a broken glass.

Elora only watches in amusement, finally witnessing in real time how wicked and vicious the vampires truly are, even towards their own species.

As soon as Jake's crimson eyes lock with her indigo-coloured eyes, his lips unfurl a smirk while he stalks towards her. "Now, what shall we do with you?"

"You're no vampire, yet you're no human either." Sunghoon speaks up, eyeing her as though he is about to devour her. "Peculiar. Your scent is different than the others."

Elora can't help but deflate before maintaining her composure. She was right. Though she still feels the magic flowing through her vein, it still isn't enough. It is as if her power is rendered useless by the princes in her vicinity. It is almost as if her bracelet is impaired. But that's impossible.

Nonetheless, Elora must follow through on her plan. She can't waste this opportunity.

"What are you?" Jake demands, and the authority he wields almost knocks the breath out of her.

Her lips turn into a cunning grin as she slowly takes steps back. "For me to know, and for you to find out." Her voice is akin to a siren's, almost hypnotising them just by the sound of her alluring voice.

With that, she starts running while chanting a spell that grants her a boost, so they are unable to catch up to her with their vampire speed. She hears them chasing after her, taking the bait. She just needs to lure them far enough from the city square.

"How is she faster than us?!" Jake shouts at Sunghoon.

"She's using magic!" Sunghoon grits his teeth. "Magic we've never seen before!"

Elora's sharp eyes catch the sight of a branch before she uses the magic boost to jump and land on that branch. She is swift enough to make another jump on a higher branch while destroying the previous branch in the process, so the princes won't be able to get to her.

Elora watches them as they stop by the tree she is at, pacing back and forth while their crimson eyes are glaring at her. She simply chuckles, finding pure enjoyment in their anger.

"Can't get to me now, can you, your highness?" She asks mockingly. "Why not use your magic? I've heard a great deal about how potent your magic is."

"She's a mouthy one, isn't she?" Jake smirks before speaking to her. "Why don't you come down and find out yourself?"

"Afraid of us, princess?" Sunghoon raises his eyebrow at her. "I can assure you that our bite is more lethal than our magic."

Elora rolls her eyes, finding the princes rather annoying and boastful. Before she can respond, her body jolts abruptly upon the impact she receives on her back. Tremendous pain shoots throughout her body. Since she is deemed weak for being born without pure Aetherlyn magic, her body heals slower than an ordinary Aetherlyn.

Another arrow shoots directly into her back, just nearly where her heart is.

"Nice shot, Jungwon!" Jake applauds his brother from afar.

"No." Elora coughs out blood while the temporary power she wields dwindles quicker than she likes. Her body sways before she finds herself falling from the highest branch. Just as she closes her eyes and expects to hit the ground, strong arms catch her in time.

"Heeseung! We didn't expect you to be here as well." Sunghoon says to the one who caught her.

"So what are we going to do with her? Kill her?" She hears an unfamiliar voice.

"No. At least not yet. We must bring her to the other palace for interrogation instead." The prince who is carrying her speaks firmly, and his honeyed voice is enough to lull her before she finds herself falling into a rabbit hole.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

As soon as she regains consciousness, she expects to be imprisoned, but instead, she finds herself by the seashore. The sky is bathed in the mellow glow of twilight, and the breeze zephyrs through as it caresses her cheek. She gazes out to sea when she hears a sound that enchants and allures her, resembling a vocal from an orchestra singing to her, as if it's beckoning her to venture into the unknown.

Something is telling her not to go, but she finds herself ambling towards the unknown, almost as if she is in a trance. Her eyes are glistening while her lips unfurl a soft smile. The voice continues to croon to her, like a mother lulling her baby to sleep.

"Don't go."

A voice speaks to her in a soft plea, hindering her from venturing into the unknown. Her hooded eyelids flutter as they blink, and she finally snaps out of the stupefaction. Feeling a presence behind her, she turns around and meets his eyes, which are in the alluring hue of magenta-red.

His hand reaches out to her and ascends to her cheek, cradling her face while she leans into the familiarity of his touch. It is peculiar, really. Everything about him feels familiar and dreamy. It is as though she has known him forever.

"I've missed you so much, my love." He murmurs, his gaze bearing such affection as he stares deeply into her indigo-hued eyes.

Inadvertently, a tear has fallen from the corner of her eye while her heart throbs in a familiar affliction. "I'm sorry." Her inner conscience finds it bizarre that she is saying such words. "I didn't mean to leave all of you behind, but it was inevitable."

A wince departs her lips as a familiar ailment smites her in the chest. She places her hand on her aching heart and clutches the material of her white gown. She feels his hands grip her arms, stabilising her wavering form.

"Your heart...." He utters in shock.

Despite reeling in agony, she manages a sorrowful smile. "Yes. Even in death, my heart remains incurable."

"No." He shakes his head. A muscle pulses in his jaw while determination sheens in his eyes amidst the despair. "We'll find a way to cure your heart. There must be a way to undo the curse."

Her smile turns wistful while tears fill the rims of her eyes. "My love, don't you get it? Even if there was a cure, it would end up ineffectual." A soft sob leaves her lips as she cups his cheek. "Because neither of this is real."

"It's real to me. You are real." He says in a croaked voice, and desperation drips into his tone. He leans his forehead against hers, tears descending his cheeks. "If this is all an illusion, then why are we at the place where we first met? Why can I touch you?"

Her heart aches tremendously upon knowing the answer. "Because your soul longs for me, still." She says in a broken whisper. "But you have to let me go. You have to let us go."

"But─"

She places her finger against his cold lips, silencing him. "I love you, even in death, but it's been more than a thousand years. The present you no longer recognises me, just as the present me no longer recognises you."

His grip on her tightens. "I want to remember you. I have to."

As the wind zephyrs once more, she flutters her eyes close as everything starts to fade. "If fate wills it." She whispers.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The callous sensation of cold water splashing on her awakens her and leaves her thoroughly saturated from head to toe. She blinks her eyes before lifting her head up just to meet his eyes. Though whatever dream or delirium she was in is waning, she visibly flinches at the fact that the prince in her view bears the exact same face as the man in her dream.

Whereas the man in her dream had a soft, tender gaze, the prince has a cold, callous gaze. The resemblance of their faces is uncanny, but she knows for a fact that they're two different people.

Elora recognises the prince standing before her, as she has done her research. Heeseung. He is the eldest of his siblings. She examines his appearance briefly. His hair is a shade of ash blonde, and adorned on his earlobes are metal studs and a drop earring. His scarlet-hued eyes don't seem to look away from her face.

"It seems that she isn't fully awake yet." A sinister voice speaks from behind, and before she knows it, a copious amount of water comes crashing down on her form once more, eliciting a gasp from her.

"That's enough, Sunoo." Heeseung commands one of his brothers without tearing his gaze off of the furious Elora.

"I'm going to kill you." Elora speaks venomously as she glares straight into Heeseung's eyes.

"Mouthy and feisty." Jake appears next to Heeseung. The tip of his finger is illuminated with a spark of fire as he twiddle with it while a lazy grin rises on his lips with his fang peeking. "For someone who is rendered powerless, you sure are a bold one."

The word 'powerless' itself is such a trigger to her, especially when she has heard it countless times throughout her life in Aetherlyn.

"Who are you? Why have you come to Mysthaven?" Heeseung demands, and the way he is domineering almost sends a shiver through her already trembling form. "What is your purpose in being here?"

Elora attempts to move, but only then does she finally realise that she has been restrained by something thick that almost envelopes her body and such warmth. Her ears perk up upon hearing a minacious hiss next to her ear.

A snake. Though it isn't exactly enormous, it's enough for its elongated body to encase her full form.

"It would be wise for you to corporate with us." Heeseung tells her. "Unless you want to lose your head."

"Why not do it?" Another voice speaks from the corner of the room, prompting Elora to look at him. His cat-like eyes captivate her for a brief moment as he studies her. "Since my snake is feeling rather hungry, I'll just order it to swallow her whole, and problem solved."

"We can't." Sunghoon barges into the chamber, where the lights are dim. "She's not a human, nor is she a vampire or any other being."

"Yeah, she used magic we've never seen before." Jake crosses his arms over his chest. "There was no way she could've outrun us just so easily."

"You really want to know?" Elora barks out a laugh. A cold, resounding laugh. She ignores the way her muscles are screaming when the snake squeezes her tight. "Maybe your highnesses aren't as powerful as you thought you were." A sadistic grin smears across her lips. "After all, your kind weren't meant to wield such power."

"Can we just kill her already?" Sunoo whines annoyingly. "She's getting on my nerves."

"We're not going to kill her, Sunoo." Heeseung sighs.

"Just know that if you kill me," She pauses, grunting when the snake squeezes her once more. "There will be war and bloodshed in your kingdom."

"Just get straight to the point." Jake's fingertips are crepitated with his power as his patience is running thin. "What are you?"

When Elora doesn't respond, Jungwon summons his snake to compress her. She lets out a painful groan, unable to withstand the pressure. She is starting to feel lightheaded, while black dots are appearing in her vision.

"Fine! I'll tell you!" She yells, and instantaneously, the snake relents, allowing her to breathe.

"See? That wasn't so hard." Jungwon smiles with a wicked glint in his eyes.

"I'm─" She swallows hard, a muscle jumps in her jaw, and her eyes harden. "I'm a Mermaidian." The lie easily rolls from her tongue.

Simultaneously, the princes in the chamber have bewildered expressions on their faces as they exchange glances.

"There's no way you are one." Sunoo frowns. "If you were a Mermaidian, you would have tails instead of legs."

Elora scoffs, rolling her eyes at his lack of knowledge. "Mermaidians have long since evolved, your highness." Their eyes twitch at her blatant disrespect for them. "Not only do we have tails, but we are granted the ability to change our form if we choose to embark on land. Some of us do have wings as well."

What Elora said isn't exactly a lie. It is true that the Mermaidians have long since evolved, but only because of the calamity that happened many years ago. When the Mermaidians and Aetherlyns joined forces, the Aetherlyns gifted the Mermaidians the great power they had been endowed with.

Her statements sound plausible to them, but that doesn't ease their prudence.

"Alright, then." Heeseung raises his two fingers, motioning to Jungwon. Heeding the eldest's order, Jungwon uses his magic to summon his snake back to its labyrinth.

Elora is careful enough not to stumble forward as soon as the snake disappears. A shaky sigh leaves her lips as she lifts her head to meet their eyes once more. "You're going to let me go?"

To her surprise, a soft yet lethal chuckle leaves Heeseung's lips. Even his mere chuckle sounds enchanting, akin to a siren's. "Even better."

Due to how weakened Elora already is, she isn't swift enough to use her combat skills to fight against Sunghoon, who has his arm interlocking hers in a threatening yet tight grip effortlessly while her back hits against his chest. He uses his other hand to fist a handful of her damp hair before forcing her neck to arch.

Now, her neck is bared in their eyes. Her unique scent has been enticing to them, as if to tempt them to taste her. They can hear her blood pumping under the porcelain skin on her neck.

"You said you wouldn't kill me!" Elora grits her teeth, struggling helplessly in his grasp.

"I did." Heeseung nods his head, seeming so casual about it. "But that doesn't mean we're going to let you go, let alone without having a taste of you."

Her eyes widen. "What?"

At once, Sunghoon bares his razor-sharp fangs and sinks them into her neck. Her body goes into a state of shock, her every fibre paralysed by his venom. Her blood is spilling from her torn skin. Her mouth opens in a silent scream, while black dots start to appear in her vision quickly.

Her heart lurches in her chest at the moment Jake appears in front of her, smirking down at her as he holds up the other part of her hair that is covering her neck. His fangs elongate, and without a word, he sinks his fangs into the other side of her neck.

Alas, the darkness engulfs her whole being once more.

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When Elora regains consciousness again, she finds herself on the bed in an unfamiliar room. Memories of what happened prior flood through her mind, resulting in her head throbbing painfully while her throat feels dry as sand. Every part of her body is aching as she attempts to sit up.

Her hand flies to her neck, where the princes have sunken their fangs in the most excruciating way. She expects to feel some form of wound, but instead, she feels nothing, as though they hadn't bitten her in the first place. But she does feel a slight pain when she presses down on her neck. Her wounds had healed after all.

As she glances down, she sees that she is still in her dark piece ensemble, as does the magical bracelet around her wrist. After pondering, she decides to give her magic a try. She looks at her hand before moving it in a circular motion. As soon as the magic she conjures results in a dagger that is made out of crystal that appears magically in her hand, relief thaws the anxiety she has been feeling.

However, Elora still can't help but wonder why her magic works just fine when the princes are out of her vicinity. A gnawing sensation spreads through her body. She knows that this is something she can't possibly ignore, especially when she needs the magic to eliminate the seven of them.

Elora clutches the grip of her dagger, which is now imbued with toxin, which she enchants specifically for the princes, desiring to render them weak just as they did to her.

Her sharp eyes catch sight of an opened window that is big enough to fit three people. She wastes no time as she dashes for the window, attempting to make an escape out of here. Her better instinct is telling her that this is definitely a trap, because why didn't they lock the window?

Elora knows this, but for now, she needs to regain her full strength and a new strategy. The dagger in her clutch is for any case she runs into them. As she jumps over the window swiftly, a purple mist surrounds her, using her magic to reduce the gravity so she won't be needing to deal with any broken bones. The least she needs is broken bones to heal annoyingly slowly.

A grunt leaves her lips as she lands on the snowy ground. She doesn't bother to admire the magnificent palace and starts running. If she could, she would use her magic to teleport elsewhere, but currently, there is a limitation to her magic as she hasn't regained her full strength yet. After all, great strength is a prerequisite for great power.

Elora stops in her tracks, heavy pants leaving her lips, as well as the breath vapour due to the inclement weather. Her heart is starting to hurt, throbbing with familiarity. She hates that another reason she's weaker than an Aetherlyn is her unusual heart condition. No one, not even her past physicians, could elucidate this strange phenomenon.

"Going somewhere, princess?"

Elora whips around just to see Sunghoon leaning casually against a tree sideways with his arms crossed over his chest. A devious grin dawns on his lips while his eyes rake her body, and she doesn't miss the way his gaze lingers on her neck.

"You didn't think that you'd get away so easily like that, did you?" Sunghoon drawls, leaning away from the tree and stalking towards her. "I gotta say, your blood is unlike any other."

Unconsciously, her eyes follow the way his tongue glides across his bottom in a sensual manner. She swallows harshly as she berates herself, daring to think of something inappropriate.

"Too bad you can't bite me anymore." Elora quips, clutching her dagger tighter while she takes steps back slowly. "Or you can try if you don't value your life."

"Don't bother with the threats, princess. You don't scare me." As she blinks her eyes, he is now directly in front of her. His smirk deepens while there is a malicious intent in his dark yet handsome gaze. "As a matter of fact, you should be frightened that I can easily overpower you."

"We'll see about that." At once, a series of onslaughts occur between the prince and the assassin princess. Although her magic is rendered useless due to her close proximity to him, she still has her dagger with her and makes great use of it, slashing a good piece of him across the chest.

In return, Sunghoon snarls outrageously and tackles her to the ground. Blue vapour surrounds them as it emanates from his magic alone. She ignores the pernicious chills due to his emanating magic and focuses on getting another good piece of him. Now, it's her turn to tackle him, straddling on top of him with the tip of her dagger pointing below his chin.

Harsh, heavy pants leave their lips while their eyes are glaring heatedly into one another, too focused on the onslaught to notice how intimate their position is.

"What are you waiting for, princess?" He asks mockingly. "Kill me."

She knows that she shouldn't hold back, as this is the perfect opportunity, but something is preventing her from doing so, even when her mind is set straight on killing him.

"I said, kill me." He clenches his jaw as he grips her wrist tightly. "Or I'll kill you instead."

Seeing red, she raises her dagger with the intention to stab him in the heart, but the moment her dagger gets nearly close, her ears perk up at the sound of an angry, thunderous growl with heavy wings flapping from behind. Before she knows it, claws seize her body and carry her away from Sunghoon.

Elora screams as she flails in the beast's clutch. "Put me down, you insane dragon!" She commands with panic dripping from her tone. When she looks down, her heart feels as though it has dropped to the pit of her stomach as she sees how high they are.

In return, the dragon lets out a sound that's like a snort with smoke coming out of its nostril and continues to fly. Elora refrains from screaming again, despite the fact that her already painful heart is beating fast because they are way up high.

Elora concludes that this dragon must be one of the prince's pets, although it is peculiar for a vampire to own a dragon as their pet since dragons are not in favour of meddling with another kind's affairs.

Finally, the dragon slowly descends before she realises that he has brought her back to the palace, only to find that he is landing on the roof of the magnificent palace. Just as they nearly reach the roof, he releases her from his claws, resulting in her keeling over with her body hitting the floor.

She immediately recovers, now standing on her feet, but the second she is about to glare at the dragon, she deflates upon seeing how enormous the dragon is. She can't help but admire how lustrous his scales are, as though he polished them often. His glowing amber eyes with a serpent-like slit for a pupil are looking at her as though he is about to devour her whole with his jaw unhinging, revealing his serrated teeth.

The second she tries to back away, the dragon growls fiercely with his body rumbling, almost knocking the breath out of her. She tries to summon her magic, but it is just the same as when she's with any of the princes, which is weird because there are no princes in her vicinity.

Mustering courage, she bravely glares directly into his eyes. "Listen here, you beast. I don't know what your deal is, but that was not cool!"

Instead of growling some more, the dragon tilts his head, staring at her funnily as she continues to ramble. "If you're one of the prince pets, then I applaud you for your loyalty and devotion, but what you did back there wasn't cool! You could've dropped me!"

A certain noise elicits from the dragon, almost as if it's akin to a scoff. Elora gasps at him and narrows her eyes. "Why are you showing attitude when I'm the one who should be doing it?!"

Smokes come out of his nostril as he takes a step forward, startling her. This time, a low growl rumbles from his chest. His amber eyes have her locked, as though she is unable to move away from him.

Before anything can escalate, footsteps approach them. "It looks like your attempt at escaping failed." Jungwon speaks to her, drawing her attention to him as he stands next to the dragon.

The dragon growls once more, but Jungwon looks at him with a neutral expression. "Thanks for your service. You can change into your original form now."

A puzzled expression is plastered on Elora's face as she watches Jungwon speak to the dragon as though he's one of them. The dragon snorts once more before flapping his wings and flying away from the rooftop.

Jungwon settles his sharp gaze on her. "You."

"Me?"

Jungwon trudges towards her, prompting her to back away from him, but given his fairly long legs, he manages to catch her with his hand, which latches around her arm firmly. "Don't even think about escaping again, or we'll really change our minds about killing you off instead."

Elora's breath hitches in her throat at the close proximity between them, while the tension in the air is palpable. "So, are you keeping me as your slave just as your people do to humans?" She asks snidely.

A faint smirk appears on his lips. "Maybe, maybe not. But you do have a use for us after all." He pulls her abruptly to him, with his head leaning down, and stops right next to her ear. "Besides, the rest of us haven't even tasted your blood yet." He whispers almost sultrily, sparking something within her.

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Fairy tail headcanons of Gray Fullbuster as a older brother to a younger sister who is five years younger than him (she is a year older than Wendy)..she has ice make magic. She has Elizabeth's personality from the seven deadly sins and her clumsiness

Team Natsu's relationship with Gray's little sister.

Gray Fullbaster as your older brother ( + Natsu's team !) | Fairy Tail | Request

TW: mention of sadness, anger feelings, mother instincts over reader not real siblings relationship... +18

Type of content: Fluff, slice of life

Since Gray met you he respected your boundaries a lot, if you tell him not to say some kind of stuff, he won't.

But if he is sure you need to have a discussion about something, he will push until you let it go.

Because he always wants the best for you.

And if it means to break in his arms, that will do.

Gray is always looking after you.

You aren't always at first hour at the guild, but if you don't appear at your usual hour, he'd be worried.

One of the first days in which he had to take care of you, you fell asleep and he stepped in your department to look if it was a casualty or you were in real danger.

This man always wants to go with you to your missions.

Even though they are simple and boring ones to someone of his level, he'd prefer to go and look personally after you.

Gray obviously trusts the other members, he developed some kind of overprotection over you that makes him uncomfortable and even nervous if you aren't around and you are probably facing an enemy.

As you use ice magic too, Gray'd teach you.

But in a slower way than his master did with him.

He just can't put you in extreme situations, sure you train hard, but you won't start holding on 24/7 with ice cold the very first week.

He likes to give you headpats if you are smaller than him and backpats if you are taller or when you get taller.

If you carry a bag, you'd probably have some of his clothes in it to give them to him when he forgets to wear his own.

Natsu and Happy usually invite you to a mission, as you want to try harder challenges and, with their team, and even more, your brother in it, it would be such an experience.

Although Gray complains about it, Lucy is already picking a mission, Erza by your side, with her arm over your shoulders, giving arguments about how you've improved your ice magic in the last month and Happy... well, trying to convince him by saying that you'd be left alone, there, without anything to do and that type of stuff.

They love you a lot. You are like one of the team and a little sister to all of them, even though you do not always go with them.

But they consider you so.

And how not? You are always so kind and cute and willing to help when there is a problem.

You may not be the best, but you put your life on it, and that's why they appreciate your presence.

Well, that and the fact that you always were capable of mediating between the boys.

Gray'd listen to you as Natsu will complain a bit but would leave it there and Happy would hide behind you to not get hurt by some magic.

But if you turn serious or sad they'll stop even complaining.

It may not be the same as Erza, but they have a huge soft spot for you.

Lucy always wants to talk to you, you two are so close and understand each other, even though you are younger, she can feel she can trust you.

She'd do anything for you as the good friend she is.

Erza has like mother instincts over you.

If you didn't read the mission you chose, somehow she'd know and question you about that.

But she'd protect you with her life, that's for sure.

Natsu? Natsu always wants to stop and eat with you.

He feels safe eating with you, it's a strange sensation, but it's like peace and he is comfortable so he just leaves it that way.

And Happy loves to talk to you. It's just so funny the way you two can digress about.. nearly everything and just let your mind shoot random words and ideas from your mouth. You two talk a lot when you have to walk or take a transport to get to the mission.

Thank you sm for reading :D Hope you enjoyed!

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nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos · 7 months

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I did it I did it I finished chapter one I did it

Someone should probably pat me on the head.

Fuck it I'll do it myself.

Bit shorter than my chapters usually are (I usually aim for 3k-4k words), but the stopping point just sort of served itself up to me on a silver platter and I couldn't resist.

So it's only like just over two thousand.

So this is the fan fiction I've mentioned a few times, with the OC whose character sheet I will link among my Masterlist alongside this fanfiction.

Enough rambling, here we go.

Hearing Problems

Chapter 1: A Deadly Challenge

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Tags: Slow-burn, Enemies to Lovers, eventually NSFW, uh, if I think of more I'll add them or something

Trigger Warnings: None for this chapter

Wordcount: 2.1k

After having her sloop sunk by the Buggy Pirates and losing moat of her worldly possessions in the process, the normally solitary mercenary Karimi Lionne finds herself teaming up with the rag-tag little crew that is the Strawhat Pirates to defeat them. She bonds with them far more quickly than she bargained for, and that quickly turns into a problem for the Kiku Kiku no Mi devil fruit user when she learns of Nami's plans to leave them high and dry, and Zoro issues a challenge at Baratie that he very likely won't live long enough to regret.

"Which one of you is Monkey D. Luffy?"

Karimi didn't even bother lifting her head at first. Slumped back into the elongated bench seat that wrapped around the railing of Baratie's bar, head tilted back against the back rest with her tricorne hat tilted down to cover her eyes, she was pretty sure she had gone a little too heavy on the rum. She didn't drink often when she was traveling alone, and she usually traveled alone.

"Who's asking?" she heard Nami ask from the seat next to her.

Everything had recently changed for Karimi, when the Buggy Pirates hired her to assist in retrieving a map of the Grand Line, and she had failed to get her hands on it before it was stolen by a different crew. Buggy had been enraged enough to sink her sloop as "compensation," leaving her stuck there until Buggy made the mistake of going after the crew that possessed the map he so coveted.

The crew in question had been more than happy to take her with them—at least, their captain had. The more the merrier, in Luffy's borderline empty head. Karimi had honestly enjoyed her time with them, and it didn't hurt that Luffy's idol, Red Haired Shanks, had been her own mentor for her first two years on the open sea. Luffy was easily as hilarious as he was infuriating—the young pirate was naive as they came, but he had enough heart to make up for it, a no-name with an ambition stronger than anyone else she had ever met.

And with someone inquiring about him in a renowned seafaring restaurant despite Luffy's relatively green career as a pirate.

Just as Karimi decided to lower her head and get a look at the inquirer, she heard Zoro speak up.

"You're Dracule Mihawk."

And she froze like a statue.

Zoro's words had such an instant sobering effect on her that she felt like her head was spinning. That was a name that she knew, a name that anyone who had been out on the ocean for as long as she had should know. Dracule Mihawk, one of the seven pirate warlords, a pirate so powerful that the World Government had chosen to ask him for an alliance rather than attempt to continue fighting him.

And the man standing at their table just to the left of Zoro, the man that Usopp had just introduced as his "new best friend", matched every description that Karimi had ever heard of him. From the broad-brimmed hat to the enormous greatsword to the piercing yellow eyes.

Those yellow eyes flickered between the four of them. "I have business with your captain."

Karimi thought her heart might have ceased beating for a when his eyes lingered on her own for a moment, before shifting back over to Zoro.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll hand him over."

"We don't know anyone named Luffy," said Nami, her voice cautiously aloof. "Right, Zoro?"

But that was absolutely no use, and Karimi knew it.

She could hear the whirlwind of thoughts swirling around in Zoro's head, and quickly realized what he was about to do, the idiotic words that he was about to let spill from his mouth. Without any concern for the fact that the others still didn't know about her devil fruit abilities, she quickly blurted out, "Zoro, for fuck's sake, don't—"

"I've been following your career since I was a child. It's an honor to finally meet you, sir."

Zoro didn't even hear her as he stood from his chair, speaking slowly, in a low and almost toneless voice.

If he was seriously going to challenge one of the most deadly pirates in the world to a fight to the death, Luffy needed to know—immediately.

Darcule Mihawk did hear her, his sharp yellow eyes flickering over to the girl for a moment as she stood, swearing under her breath and adjusting her hat before storming away from the table toward the kitchens.

Then back over to the green-haired young man. "Thank you," he said shortly, rolling his eyes a little.

"Which is why it pains me to inform you that tomorrow..." He paced a few steps across the deck. "You're going to die."

Usopp's jaw fell open, and the ginger haired girl sitting beside him sat up straighter, her eyes widening. "Wait, what?" she demanded.

"I, Roronoa Zoro, challenge you to a duel." Mihawk looked back over his shoulder, not bothering to hide his disinterest. "To the death."

The boy by far wasn't the first, and he certainly wouldn't be the last. Mihawk turned around to face him at this. "I've never heard of you," he said, with the air about him of shooing a fly away from the rum of his wine glass.

"They call me the Demon Pirate Hunter," said Zoro, leveling his eyes with Mihawk's. "But my lifelong dream is to best you in single combat and become the greatest swordsman in the world."

There wasn't the slightest ounce of intimidation in the younger swordsman's eyes; only a cold, unshakable confidence and resolve. Perhaps this would actually be interesting—certainly more interesting than chasing after this Luffy character that Vice Admiral Garp was so interested in.

"You're serious," he said after a moment."

"Accept my challenge," said Zoro, a ghost of a smirk on his face. "You'll see how serious I am."

"Very well." He walked forward in slow strides, and Zoro remained unblinking, unflinching. "Tomorrow at dawn. And when I'm done with you, pirate hunter..." Mikhawk stopped in front of him for a brief moment. "I'll take your captain."

There was no rush; while he suspected there was a bit more to the young swordsman than just bravado, Mihawk was sure it wouldn't be enough. It never was. He would handle this Zoro, take Monkey D. Luffy to Garp's ship, and be done with the Marines until they found some other menial task to waste his time with.

He took a refill on his wine at the bar and took a seat toward the corner of the deck, further out of plain sight, and watched silently the chaos unfold amongst the small crew.

The orage-haired girl barking at Usopp to go find Luffy before dragging Zoro off by the sleeve of his shirt.

The self-proclaimed "captain" hurrying g toward the kitchen, and nearly running headlong into the other two of their number—a lanky, dark-haired boy in a very familiar straw hat, and the girl who had earlier stormed away from the table before Zoro had even begun to let his borderline suicidal challenge slip out.

She turned her head, her sharp green eyes honing in on his gaze for a brief moment, as if she knew exactly where he was seated on the crowded deck.

Then she gave the boy he could only assume was Luffy a sharp shove at the back of his shoulder, and the three hurried off to the exit.

It was an exceedingly rare thing that the Pirate warlord found himself taken aback. Leaning back in his seat, his head cooked slightly to one side as he watched the trio disappear. There might have been more to this than he originally suspected, more to this ragtag group of "pirates"—especially if Luffy was wearing the hat of Red Haired Shanks, a hat that had been given to the now infamous captain by Gol D. Roger himself.

And the girl.

Perhaps she could have simply inferred her crewmate's intention to challenge him—but the way she had turned her head on leaving the kitchens, turned her head and fixed her gaze immediately upon him....

That was something different.

Almost as if she had read his mind.

It was a bit of a disturbing thought, but also a fairly absurd one. There was every possibility she had trained in haki, though she did appear to be rather young to be able to use it that effectively. Such things weren't unheard of, but they certainly weren't common.

Still...she was a curious little bird.

He turned his gaze down to his wine glass, swilling the burgundy liquid with a small, thoughtful frown before taking a sip.

Perhaps it was just intriguing enough to find out more.

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Zoro wasn't budging, and Luffy wasn't helping.

Luffy was encouraging the sheer idiocy of his first mate's challenge, and Karimi had to remove herself from their presence before the temptation to wring both of their necks became too great for her to resist. Remove herself from the Going Merry entirely, taking with her a cheap bottle of wine that she had stashed away among her few belongings that hadn't sunk to the bottom of the sea with her sloop only days earlier.

She sat down heavily on the dock several yards away from the Merry, pulling the cork out of her wine and spitting it into the water before taking a long drink.

God, did she miss traveling alone.

Doing as she pleased, making her own way, taking on jobs from crews that needed the subtle touch of stealth and precision.

Not answering to anything but her own whim.

Not caring about anyone but herself.

She had so quickly come to see the boys almost as annoying yet still somewhat endearing little brothers. Nami was more distant, but that was understandable, given her situation with the Arlong pirates and her village, a matter Karimi had intended to talk with her about tonight before the younger girl's plans to leave the following morning with the map of the Grand Line and not a word to anyone came to fruition. Talk to her, try to help advise her even if she did plan on leaving, to make sure she was safe.

But right now, she didn't want to so much as look at any of them—much less continue to hear their bickering echoing around in her head. Everything was falling apart and she wanted nothing to do with it.

She tugged her boots off aggressively where she sat, followed by her socks, shifted forward to the edge of the of the dock, and slowly hung her legs over the side.

A shiver crept over her as she lowered her feet into the cool saltwater, her eyes slipping shut amid a small sigh—much of her strength left her body, yes, but so did the inane chatter of everyone else's thoughts that had constantly filler her head for the entire twenty years since she had eaten that damnable devil fruit.

She had been no older than four, and she didn't really remember doing it. Didn't know how she had gotten her hands on the thing, save for the fact that it had been on her father's ship. What the Kiku Kiku no Mi had granted her felt far more like a curse than a blessing compared to other devil fruit powers she had seen and heard of. Luffy, able to stretch himself like rubber and make himself impervious to so many types of attacks. Her father, able to control the wind itself. Her grandmother's mastery over water.

Marine Admiral Jackson "Volcano" Vesper, who's powers and revenge-driven madness had burned the village she had grown up in to the ground before he killed her grandmother in front of her and—

Karimi gritted her teeth, clenched her eyes shut and took another deep swig from the cheap Merlot before her thoughts could drift any further into the past. She set the bottle down heavily, lying back on the docks with a hand subconsciously shifting to the top of her head to hold her grandmother's old hat in place.

"Devil fruit, then, is it?"

Karimi stiffened like a statue at the sound of the drawling voice overhead. She swallowed.

Her blood ran cold, racing through her veins as her pulse quickened.

All she had wanted to do was catch a buzz. Calm her nerves enough to go confront Nami, and now...this.

For a long moment she remained laying there on the dock, not daring to move. Not daring to even open her eyes.

Then, taking a slow, deep breath, she let them slowly drift open, meeting the piercing yellow gaze of the pirate warlord standing over her once again.

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Heir to Valyria (2)

Daemon Targaryen x Valyrian!reader

Series Summary: What if the Targaryens survived the Doom of Valyria only to discover three centuries later that they were not the only family to have made it out? When such news comes to light, the Rogue Prince may be the only one to keep this new House as a friendly ally rather than as a deadly enemy.

Chapter Summary: You and the Prince learn new things about one another

Word Count: 1,560

A/N: You guys!!! 😭😭 You came for my heart with your reactions to the last chapter. I just had to give you another one 😭😘 Shout out to all my commenters 💜🥰

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As you marched down the corridors of the Red Keep, you did not even attempt to stop your eyes from straying over to the Prince.

He, followed by members of your household and a few guards, was escorting you to what would become your chambers within the castle.

As you walked, you took in the sight of the man that might one day become your husband and found that you did not mind the thought.

His eagerness to show you where you would be staying had been unexpected, but endearing, especially since he had all but volunteered to do it.

You could only suppose your possible intended was just as curious about you as you were of him.

Upon reaching a specific door, the Prince walked in and stepped to the side in order to allow you and your party entrance.

“You will reside here, my Lady.”

While looking around the room, you distractedly responded,

“It is ‘Princess’.”

With a twinge of confusion, the Prince said,

“Come again?”

Turning back toward him with a smile on your face, you explained,

“My title. It is ‘Princess’. My mother currently rules as Queen and I am next in line.”

His raised brows betrayed his surprise at your answer before he inquiringly replied,

“Shall I inform my brother that you and your mother are trying to usurp his rule?”

But since there was a teasing quality to his voice and eyes, you simply let out a laugh as you said,

“I do not see why you would. He rules over seven kingdoms,” Raising a brow of your own, you finished by saying, “We are not one of them.”

Giving a small grin at your witty response, the Prince’s curiosity for you only continued to grow.

After all, it was not every day someone from an extinct civilization showed up at court.

As members of your staff moved about the room unpacking your belongings, Daemon noticed your glance toward the window as you said in thought,

“It might be best if I went outside for a moment…”

Since your reason for wanting to do so was unknown to the Prince, he asked,

“Why do you need to do such a thing?”

Moving past him and to the open door, you turned around and walked backward as you said with a smirk,

“Someone has to corral the ‘Great Beast’.”

And turned back around in order to continue walking.

The reminder of your supposedly oversized flying vessel stunned Daemon for a moment before he rushed to catch up with you out in the corridor.

Hurriedly closing the distance between you two, your potential husband abruptly began a casual walk upon reaching you in the hallway.

Clearing his throat, he said,

“I shall accompany you to ensure you do not get lost.”

But since you knew the Prince’s status as a dragonrider, you were aware he most likely just wanted to see your mount and knowingly replied,

“Of course.”

Once you exited the Red Keep and were stood in front of its doors, your eyes immediately started to search the clear, blue skies for a familiar figure.

Daemon watched you do this for another moment before he saw you raise your fingers to your lips in order to let out a sharp whistle.

The piercing sound echoed out in the empty courtyard a few times until it faded away with the wind. Seconds later a tremendous roar was heard behind you both in response.

Turning, you each tilted your heads back the slightest bit in order to take in the sight of your dragon flying with its wings spread wide over the castle.

The shadow she cast was so large, Daemon was half-convinced that it was now nighttime despite having stood in the sun mere minutes ago.

She circled above one more time before deciding to make her descent. Hovering a few paces in front of you meant you and the Prince had to hide your eyes from the dirt and debris that her flapping wings had thrown in your direction. The disappearance of the strong winds along with the thunderous rumble of her landing were what indicated that it was safe to look her way.

While Daemon slowly peeked out from behind the cover of his arm, you simply made your way forward with a bright smile on your face.

The Prince became filled with awe as he realized he had severely underestimated the size of the creature you were now petting with obvious affection.

Easily, he could see why the dragonkeepers had run away at such a sight.

If standing next to Caraxes made him feel small, then just being near your dragon made him feel impossibly dwarfed.

As he approached with mesmerized steps, you said over your shoulder by way of introduction,

“This is my most faithful companion,”

Caressing the parts of her snout you could reach, your tone was reflective as you finished by saying,

“She has been since I was a mere babe.”

Turning your head to look at the Prince, you noticed the evident astonishment shining in his eyes as he came closer.

With amazement, he whispered,

“I have never seen one so great in stature.”

Since he was close enough for you to hear his hushed statement, you could not help your amusement at his child-like wonder, nor could you help tilting your head to the side as you responded with curiosity.

“I was told you had dragons here. Is that not the case?”

Finally allowing his attention to fall from the beast in front of him and onto you, Daemon could only reply with an honest answer.

“We do, but ours are not nearly as large.”

Nodding with a hum, you went on to ask another question.

“Well, where do they reside? I would love to see how the dragons of Westeros compare to those of Valyria.”

Smiling at the obvious enthusiasm you had for the creatures, the Prince was all too happy to share.

“We keep them in a cave called the Dragonpit.”

Since his eyes had been trained on your face, he saw the dismay flash across your expression before it suddenly turned neutral.

“Ah.”

Confused, Daemon repeated the sound back to you in the hopes of getting some clarification on the sudden shift in your mood.

Luckily, you did not mind explaining.

“The size of your dragons is your own fault.”

But because that only deepened his confusion, he had to ask,

“What do you mean?”

Taking your hand off the heated scales of your flying companion, you continued by saying,

“Your family. According to you, they have been keeping dragons in a cage for centuries which limits their growth. It is no wonder the size of my mount surprises you. You have never seen one fully grown.”

Shocked by your declaration, the Prince’s voice had a note of disbelief to it as he questioned,

“Are you saying that we are the cause of our dragons’...deformities??”

“If you are forcing your dragons to live in confined spaces, then yes, I am.”

Speaking with passion, you went on to say,

“These are wild creatures that soar through the skies! Take away their ability to do so freely, and you take away the very thing that makes them a dragon.”

Giving a deep sigh, you said,

“And sooner or later, they realize it as well. That is why they are unrestricted where I am from.”

There was silence as your words sunk into the air around you. Meeting his gaze and seeing the blank expression on his face made you think you might have accidentally offended him during your impromptu rant.

As you opened your mouth to apologize, he beat you to it by saying,

“You are right.”

While you raised a brow at his response, he continued.

“House Targaryen built its legacy with dragons, so we owe everything to them. The least we could do is ensure that they are living the best lives possible.”

Nodding his head once, he finished his statement with,

“I will talk to my brother about this and see what can be done.”

So excited at the thought of dragons getting their freedom, you raced forward to place a grateful kiss on the Prince’s cheek before you remembered yourself and pulled back.

Clearing your throat, you said with a hint of bashfulness,

“Thank you. My apologies for the…”

And gestured toward your own cheek.

Looking at you with a new warmth, Daemon only gave a smirk as he responded,

“I did not mind.”

You made eye contact again after he said this, but this time your stares were prolonged as you both searched for something in the other’s gaze.

Brought back to reality at the warbled sound your dragon had made, you held a hand out and said,

“Come, meet her properly.”

Only hesitating a moment, the Prince placed his hand in yours. It was after he took a step forward in order to get closer that your great beast gave a growl of warning.

Immediately shushing and soothing your companion, you began to speak in the only language she understood,

“There is no need for aggression, you beautiful girl.”

Looking back at the man whose hand you still held, you smiled as you said,

“He is a friend.”

And were glad when he confirmed it with a smile of his own.

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