#Be My Lovin' Angel =Mercy=

[goosita]

Ahhhh Thank u so much for writing my request ab Billy dealing w stress!!!! U made my night I fr was kicking my hair and giggling like there was no tomorrow. U & ur writing are everything and more fr <333

Another idea just occurred to me…what would Billy like you to wear? Take this as you will, but I can see him losing his mind over off the shoulder frilly things…maybe….

clawing at the carpet and biting the drywall tbh bc he so would like lace and ruffles make this man fall to his knees !!

i think there’s really two ways this could go. billy has moods, yk?

on the one hand, he thinks you look beautiful in anything you put on. but he has a particular fondness for the days when you meet him out in the meadow, blouse tucked into a well-fitted pair of pants and your riding boots. it means he gets to haul you up onto his horse without the fear of muddying or accidentally tearing any of your pretty skirts or dresses.

he also likes it because he can tell you’re so comfortable in it. the way you move, the way you’re so much less careful. billy can get you seated nice and comfy, your back to his chest and his arms around you as you ride through the tall grass or weave through trees in the woods. he likes the way this particular type of outfit makes you less self-conscious, and makes you feel more free to have fun with him…❤️

on the other hand, this darling man will lose his ever lovin’ mind if you appear before him in soft laces and frills. you’re already always so soft compared to him, when you sit perched on his bed in a little lacy nightgown that barely brushes the tops of your thighs; one that only just falls over your hips. billy is at your mercy and you both know it. his eyes wouldn’t know where to look first, to your shoulders where the delicate ruffles slip down? to your chest, framed so beautifully by the dainty fabric? or to your legs, so neatly folded atop his blankets?

he’d be on you in an instant, laying you back and crowding into your space. billy is a rough man— but not with you. not with his precious angel. his lips are already skimming your throat by the time your head is cushioned by his pillow, his hips slotting between your eagerly spread thighs.

“jesus christ, sweetheart. you’re gonna be the death of me,” he breathes, almost purring against your skin. his teeth nibble at your skin and it makes you giggle; his favorite sound in the world. you can feel his smile before you see it, when he lifts his head and gazes down at you with the most charming and boyish grin. he adores you, and tells you as much before he’s dipping his head back down to smother you in slick, eager kisses that make your head spin.

billy takes his time working you up, littering your body with lovebites and feeling the way you writhe beneath him. it’s not long before he has you gasping his name, pulling at his hair and begging him for things that used to make you blush, things that you used to be too shy to say in front of him. you aren’t shy anymore, though. you know billy will always give you anything you ask for.

your hands reach down to pull your little nightie off, and he growls softly, catching your wrists in his hands and pinning them above your head.

“leave it on, baby. please? for me?”

yeah. yeah, he likes you in anything, but soft frills may be his favorite.

#(smacks head) this baby can hold so many billy thoughts #anon #billy is a simp and a softie and by god he will turn to mush fir you #billy the kid #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid x you #tom blyth #william h bonney #tom blyth x reader

[tearsofcalamity]

ok read it. i am now unbelievably horny that was so good!!!! i just loove the idea of reader being barely awake, seeing aven Existing and going i need that twink destroyed Yesterday.

now bear w me cause while aven was going through the 5 stages of grief in that quest i was going through the infinite stages of horny and Thinking: i want soft sex w him really really bad he'd be my angel my pretty boy my golden little star! but the mf would be SUCH a tease! like he'd love you being gentle but after a while he'd start asking to "please, go rougher" and that he can "handle it" you'd go "no, baby, i want to love you softly" and he shuts up. and then you think he's given up but suddenly he is. all. over. you every second of everyday. he's not letting you do any work, his hand is on your thigh whenever you sit down next to him, he's whispering in your ear abt how good your dick (strap lol) makes him feel while yall are in public. just doing everything in his power to rile you up, so you will finally fuck the brains out of him. and when you finally snap and grab him by the arm and toss him on the bed all rough & furious he is Overjoyed, crazy fucking smile on his face. too bad your plans include taking him apart slowly and painfully, denying his release again and again while calling him all the sweet names under the sun before finally giving him what he's been begging for<3

LORD... LORD HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL ... !!!!!

no listen to me. he's so pent up and eager to have you just bend him in half and fuck him to the point where he's sobbing, he's so confident he can take it just fine. not that he minds you being so gentle with him, it still feels incredible, but he wants to feel what it's like to have your gaze dark with hunger on him as you fuck him into the sheets til he can't even breathe through his sobs.

but hear me out. aventurine can NOT take it. he's soooo sure of himself, doing all that teasing. playing footsie at fancy restaurants where you could easily get caught were he to go further, standing behind you to subtly rut against your back and pant right into your ear about how good it feels, begging you to just palm him just a lil bit, he promises he won't cum yet! no one will notice, he swears!

once you get him on the bed, he's so fucking excited, he can't believe he's actually got you all to himself and he can just tell by the look in your eyes you've got a rough night planned for him. but then you're switching between rough and soft, pinning him down while you jerk him without mercy and bring him to the edge over and over and over. he tries to hold out but he's sobbing and sniveling by the end of it, apologizing for riling you up and being bad in public. he just wants to hear you praise him, have your strap in him, but you won't give him what he wants.

eventually avennie's tears win you over, but you're not going to be gentle tonight. promise him he can cum with you inside him and then just absolutely pound him into the mattress until he's seeing stars. he's choking on every moan, and once you start throwing the petnames into the mix again, he's spurting out his load pathetically onto the sheets.

call him angel, darling, sweetheart, pretty boy, lovely, and don't forget to tell him how good he's being, of course. but don't stop when he cums. he had been begging you all day to be rough with him, to fuck him dumb, right? so don't stop when he finishes, instead, double down and overstimulate him until the pillow he's clutching onto is half-soaked with his tears and drool, until you have to hold his hips upright in order to keep fucking into him and nailing his achey prostate. maybe start jerking him here too, watch him wail into the pillow and thrust his hips back for more pleasure in spite of the overwhelming sensations he's going through...

I can't tell you whether this is gonna make him get more frisky in public to get the same ass ramming next time or if he's going to accept going back to the soft lovin you laved on him before. maybe both

#sub aventurine #aventurine x reader #sub hsr #hsr x reader #aventurine smut #hsr smut #anon #“I need that twink destroyed yesterday” you are so real #he's so fuckable #so... face-shoved-in-pillowable #you get me? #katze's secret corner #katze works n/sfw #n/sfw

[cheeekycharchar]

Crowley aka Archangel Jeremiel??

For years we've seen the amazing theories of Crowley's true name, his original angel form as possibly being Raphael and the most recent theory as possibly Lucifer. Both very believable imho.

But to throw my hat in the ring… my theory.. my new headcanon is that..

Anthony J. Crowley was.. Jeremiel!Crowley.

"What's the 'J' stand for?"

"It's just a 'J' really.."

Crowley is definitely insinuated to be one of the Archangels or higher- a theory I think we can all agree on.

But for me.. I believe he is.. Jeremiel and I have the receipts to prove it below! ;)

• Archangel Jeremiel (Jerahmeel) is the Hebrew name for "Mercy of God/God's Mercy", "He will obtain mercy of God", "God pities" or "May God have Compassion".

• Is also known as the "Archangel of Prophetic Visions and Dreams."

• He communicates hopeful messages from God to people who are discouraged or troubled.

• He helps us to become aware of our thoughts and emotions and how these may be out of alignment with what we really desire.

• They also say he helps newly crossed-over souls and the still-living review their lives so they can take inventory of their past and learn from prior experiences so that they're even stronger and more centered in love in the future.

• Furthermore, New Age believers say that Jeremiel is the angel of joy for girls and women, and he appears in female form when he delivers blessings of joy to them.

SO.

What does this all have to do with Crowley?

• An Archangel who's name is synonymous with the word Mercy. What is Mercy? Compassion that leads to FORGIVENESS.

"Unforgiveable.. that's what I am."

"I forgive you." T^T

• An Archangel that has prophetic visions and dreams.

Crowley's vision is his biggest physical change from Angel to Demon. His cursed snake eyes.

But he is also a Demon that loves to sleep for long periods of time- probably dreaming of the stars (or a certain cocoa lovin' Angel, hehe).

• An Archangel that brings hopeful messages to those that are discouraged or troubled.

"I hope I didn't do the wrong thing.."

"Oh, you're an angel. I don't think you can do the wrong thing."

"Oh, oh, thank you-- it's been bothering me."

• An Archangel that helps those, living and dead, learn from their mistakes and problem solve.

Such as Crowley always questioning God's "bad ideas" and making suggestions to improve on them.

• And lastly, an Archangel that is referred to as a "him" but can, at times, appear as a female to bring joy to girls and women.

Take that as you will, LOL.

PS. No joke. This is a depiction of the Archangel Jeremiel as an Eastern Orthodox Saint (lol Aziraphale is the Guardian of the Eastern Gates. no relation, I'm sure) where he is shown to have fiery red hair.

..In the end, I love to theorize while I wait for S3.

I love the research behind it all and thinking too deeply on benign fandom things.

And I could honestly go on and on about more lil details on this theory but... who would read all that lol

So take this all as just another fun idea to play with during our current hell that is between seasons limbo.

But for me… I'm far too deep into believing my own theory of Jeremiel!Crowley for my own good now, lol.

What do ya'll think? Possibility or am I crazy? XD

#Good Omens #GO3 #Good Omens theory #Angel!Crowley #Jeremiel!Crowley #crazy fan theories #Good Omens speculations #Crowley #Archangel!Crowley #Archangel Jeremiel #they're all clues! #Anthony Janthony Crowley #I know I'm not the 1st to suggest this one but I wanted to spell it out clearer as a full theorized post #angel!crowley #pre fall crowley

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: '23 Bonnie & Clyde {One Shot}***

Title: 23 Bonnie & Clyde ***

Den Of Thieves Ray Merrimen x OFC Aria

Warnings: Action, Blood, Violence, Heavy Cursing, 18+ Mature Content, Gun Violence, Crime, Angst, Smut, Rough Sexual Activity, Glove Free Lovin, Plenty of Words

Words: 15,575k

Summary: Picks up with Ray being pinned down by Nick and his team after the heist. With his team dead and 2 bullets making it hard to go on, Ray believes his ticket’s been punched. Unexpectedly, an angel swoops in to save the day. However, is she an angel of mercy or heartbreak?

Note: @waterfallsandsunsets As my first accepted commissioned fic, I hope you enjoy this, and I hope it meets your expectations. I want to thank you for requesting this and even more for wanting to pay for a story from me. From the bottom of my heart, thank you!

Note II: Ray Merrimen and Pablo girlies I hope you enjoy this.

***Very Loosely Edited***

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-Ray-

Around him, he could hear the echoing of the heavy gunfire he was currently in the middle of. It sounded like he was in a hollowed tunnel making it easy to hear every sound. The crunching of footsteps that were attempting to stealthily creep toward him, failing miserably by his military training standards, the zing, and whizz of every missed bullet, the painful beat of his heart that was slowing with every minute.

A strong pang of pain gripped him making him curse out. He clapped his hand over his chest and grimaced. He didn't know how he would make it out of this one. All his life he'd lived by the gun and knew he'd die by it too but somehow he didn't expect it now. He thought he'd be old and grey before that bullet with his name on it punched his ticket.

He slid his hand lower just underneath his heart and felt wetness there. When he raised his fingers to his face the crimson liquid that coated his fingers confirmed it. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he dropped his head back to look into the sky. It was yet another beautiful California day. He knew it was a hot one but couldn’t quite feel the warmth of the sun anymore. A shiver rushed through him then he heard his name.

“Merrimen, it doesn’t have to be like this. You’ve got nowhere to go. Come out with your hands up!”

He scoffed. That son of a bitch, he thought. If he really expected him to come out and surrender he hadn’t read his file properly.

“Never surrender,” he mumbled feeling the drowsiness trying to overtake him.

Shaking it off, he wiped his hands dry then gripped his weapon. Checking the chamber, he realized his clip was empty. With slow, painful movement he dug into his vest searching for his ammo but found none.

“Sh—shit!”

He was truly fucked. Either he was going to be cuffed and saved at the hospital then sent back or he would die a free man, right here, right now. It only took him a few moments to make his mind up. He meant every word he’d said a week ago. He was never going back to prison. He took several breaths trying to psych himself up for the next round of pain he would feel. No man wanted to face death but he’d long prepared for his death. He didn’t fear it.

Suddenly, her face popped into his mind making him freeze. He’d often thought of her. Every night her face somehow wandered in through the slips of his mental blocks, the ones he’d purposely put up in heavy efforts to not think about her. In those wee hours of the morning, while he laid in his bunk surrounded by other men in their 9 by 5 cells doing the same, he’d think about her. Since his release from prison, he’d thought of her more and more as people, places and things often brought back memories, good and bad.

He heard the thud of footsteps creeping up on his right and they brought him back to reality. Pretty soon he’d stop thinking about her completely. Maybe in death, he could finally get peace.

“Nut up!”

He rose to his feet then turned to where he knew that Detective Nick was waiting. He came face to face with the man aiming his weapon right at him.

“Don’t do it Merrimen!”

He waited.

“We can end this peacefully. It doesn’t have to end this way.”

His vision blurred and his heartbeat slowed. “I told you—I’m not going back.”

The man across the way clenched his jaw and he almost saw a look of disappointment across his features, but he didn’t wait. He raised his empty gun knowing he’d take the shot, truly ending this.

“Don’t!”

Suddenly, rapid gunfire rained around him sending the man jumping to seek cover while he dropped back. Chaos reigned around him in the form of three white vans rolling up creating a “U” shape shield around him. His mind recognized it as an operational defensive tactic, one he’d done in his years of service. Again, his eyes went blurry as his heart slowed. Gripping his chest, he focused on the sky trying to get himself in control so he could make sense of the situation and defend himself if needed.

“Secure the perimeter. We’re out of here in one minute!”

The voice was garbled like he was underwater, and they were above it. He grabbed his gun and pointed it forward making contact with a chest. The figure above him was masked with only their eyes revealed.

“I got you. ‘Till the end imma ride wit’ you.”

Recognition flamed in his head. He’d heard those words before. He’d said those words before. Only one other person in the world would ever utter them. He froze but before he could move again, he lost consciousness with those eyes being the last thing he saw.

~~~~~~~~

-Aria-

“What a fucking mess!”

Milla was pissed. One thing she hated was a sloppy op and what Ray had found himself in the middle of was a sloppy op.

“From the stories about this guy never thought he’d be part of something like this.”

“Shit went sideways,” Jada replied.

“Hey! Fucking focus on getting us the fuck out of LA and to the fucking jet!”

If Milla was pissed, you were downright seething. She was right, it was a sloppy op and shit had gone sideways. Fuck they went way past sideways. You made a mental note that you’d find Donnie’s ass and put two bullets through his skull for this bullshit.

“Apply more pressure!”

You, Uki, Keturah, and Lyn were each pressing on each bullet wound in an attempt to slow the bleeding. Your efforts seemed pointless as his blood poured out of him like a calcified showerhead.

It was a good thing you got there when you had. As you pushed harder on his chest, you stared into his face. You didn’t know how it was possible, but he looked the same given some wrinkles here and there. His face was the same but weathered, aged to that of a grown man. Your heart beat painfully thinking of how serious his condition currently was.

“Aria, I don’t know if he’ll make it,” Uki announced.

Your eyes snapped to her and in the same second that they made contact, she looked down.

“I’m just saying. His vitals are not good,” you mumbled not wanting to be the bearer of bad news.

“He’ll make it!”

The entire van went quiet. You hadn’t meant to scream at her, so you took a breath and looked back to Ray, and repeated your words in a calmer voice.

“He’ll make it. He’s lived through worse.”

The remainder of the drive passed in near silence. Except for updates from the other vans and checking in to confirm perfect execution of your plan and distraction no one else said anything that wasn’t mission specific. You split your focus between the next steps of the plan and keeping Ray alive. You’d estimated that the drive to the airfield would take 40 minutes and in those 40 minutes, he’d flatlined twice. You were glad that you were the type of person to bet on things going wrong. It was that foresight that found a mini hospital in every van.

With Uki’s help, you managed to bring Ray back every time he flat-lined with the aid of adrenaline and a defibrillator. Each time took longer but you refused to give up. It wasn’t his time; you’d make damn sure of it.

“Offload,” Keturah shouted as the van rolled to a stop.

Everyone sprang into action, tackling their tasks. Milla and Keturah handled stripping the van, and Lyn took care of erasing every bit of artillery so there would be not even a serial number left on anything left behind. You, Jada, and Uki lifted Ray to the waiting jet.

“Fuck he’s heavy!”

He sure was and from the looks of him, it was pure muscle. Prison had changed him. The two men in the jet hurried to help load him in.

“Let’s go. 40 seconds!”

Just then, the van went up in flames. As if that was the signal, all your femme fetales assembled and boarded the jet. Within a minute you were taking off. As the jet gained altitude the van on the ground exploded leaving flames, shards, and nothing else in your wake.

~~~~~~~

-That Night-

All was quiet, which was what you expected. This was your compound in Mexico, and it was heavily guarded. Only those who needed to know knew about it. You watched as the doctor finished his examination of your hurried work in the van and the jet. You’d had more than enough experience patching yourself and others up to know your work was sufficient, but you wanted to make sure you got all the shards out. You didn’t go through all this to have a bullet fragment sneak to his heart.

You sat on the window seat then continued tapping your combat boot-clad feet. The sound echoed in the room as dull thuds for several minutes before you sprang to your feet again to pace the room some more.

“You’ve never been anxious like this with anyone else,” Manolo said his voice filled with certainty. “Losing faith in my skill?”

“No. He’s just--not—anyone.”

He looked back at you and studied your face for a few moments then turned back to a still unconscious Ray. Manolo nodded then stood.

“Well, I think you turned a pretty horrible situation into a bad one, which is an improvement and impressive.”

“Will he make it?”

Manolo sighed and took his time before he spoke. The seconds that stretched only made you more anxious. You were milliseconds away from snapping at the man, but his voice stopped your outburst.

“It’s hard to say. His injuries are extensive. From what I can see you’ve got all the bullets and I don’t see any fragments so that’s good news, but I’ve seen men die from injuries less severe than these. It’s a miracle he is still alive.”

“What—what does that mean Manolo?!”

Your frustrations were getting the better of you now.

“I know you want a guarantee, but I can’t give one. If he—if he can make it the next 72 hours then I say his chances are very good but--.”

He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. His grey-speckled hair was coiffed in an effortless style that framed his face and showcased the wrinkles he'd acquired from years of work and little sleep. He and your father were good friends and one on the very short list of people he trusted, which meant you trusted him too.

“The next 72 hours I expect to be touch and go.”

You sighed and then looked at Ray. It wasn’t a death sentence, but it wasn’t a glowing bill of health. There was hope at least.

“Thank you, Manolo,”

He nodded then looked back to Ray. “I will stay close tonight in case you need me again.”

You nodded and watched him pack his things up to then exit the room. For the first time since you'd laid eyes on him, you were alone together. Half of you was relieved he was unconscious so you didn't have to talk but the other half wanted more than anything for him to wake up even if it spelled trouble for you.

You stood across the room for so long that the bottoms of your feet burned. It had been a long day and even longer 48 hours in prep for his extraction. Your body was exhausted, but sleep wasn’t an option. There was no way you could sleep now. Slowly you walked to his bedside never taking your eyes off of his face. you trailed over every detail of his face. Every wrinkle, every mole, every hair, everything that you’d missed out on. Your body buzzed to get closer, palms itched to touch him. The urges were so powerful that the exhaustion in your body was so strong that you gave in.

Sitting at the edge of the bed you slowly reached your hand to his full beard however when you were centimeters from touching him your hand stopped. Fear stilled your actions dousing whatever urges you had moments before. Looking lower at his torso, you decided to clean him instead of putting yourself in a position where things would quickly escalate.

As you wiped away the dried blood and sweat from his body your mind drifted to admiring what you now confirmed without a doubt was heaviness from muscle. For the love of everything holy, he was built like all he did in prison for those 10 years was pump iron. You tried not to think of the pictures you’d gotten over the last week of him disappearing into the blonde dancer’s house time and time again. You tried not to think of the things that happened behind that door that your cameras couldn’t get into.

Though you tried to keep the thoughts at bay, when you got to his “Peckerwood” tattoo you couldn’t help but drift to how she touched him, how he found solace after 10 years without in her body.

“Fuck!”

You threw the rag down into the water ignoring how it cascaded over the rim and onto the wooden floors. You stood, wiped your hands, and took a safer seat, across the room where your view of his body wasn’t clear.

Knock-knock

“Come.”

In walked a cleaned-up Uki with a tray. She placed it on the table near your chair then stood there watching Ray just as you were.

“Manolo told us.”

You nodded.

“I can take first watch so you can get cleaned up,” she offered.

You didn’t answer. In truth, you barely heard her.

Knock-knock.

“Come.”

Jada and Lyn came in next and stood to your left adding their two pairs of eyes to Ray.

“Found you some clothes,” Jada breached.

“Team 2 and 3 made it home without any problems after initiating endgame. Right about now they should have an ID on the body from the fire and that ID will be a one hundred percent match for 1 Mr. Ray Merrimen,” Lyn informed.

You released a slow breath as the final piece of your plan seamlessly synced with the others laid before it. That was it then.

“Come in Keturah,” you called before the knock you knew was coming sounded.

They all snorted as Keturah walked in and approached the bed getting a good look at Ray.

“Still can’t believe this famous Ray turned out to be a white man oh.”

That was just what everyone needed to hear before they busted out laughing. It went on for so long that you felt the stress that your body had harvested slowly leave you. You looked around at your girls. They’d been with you through thick and thin and you trusted them with your life. They were always there for you, and you were more than grateful.

“He might be a well-seasoned white man,” Lyn added which made them holler with laughter.

You’d expected their teasing once they saw him in person. You’d prepared yourself for all of this. In fact, you were enjoying their teasing. You’d been tense for so long it felt good to breathe for a change. You rotated your head trying to ease your sore muscles.

“You should eat, then shower. I know you’ll hate it if he sees you for the first time looking like you spent 3 nights in a hot hut.”

You pressed the back of your hand to your cheek. “I don’t look that bad.”

“Ya’ look worse,” they all collectively said.

Your jaw dropped but they only laughed more. The six of you sat around the room and chatted as you ate the meal Uki brought in. With each passing minute, you felt more and more like yourself. In the back of your mind, your fears and anxieties were still raging but they were quieted enough that you could celebrate small victories. After, Uki stayed by Ray’s side as you showered and made yourself less of a mess.

With your mind calm that Uki was around, and Manolo was in the house you took the time to pamper yourself a little. The hot water did the job of a pair of well-trained hands and melted away the knots in your shoulders and back while the scents from the diffuser worked on your mood and stress. You’d jumped over one hurdle and there were two more waiting for you, the final one was waiting for you at home.

When you went back into the room Ray was still unconscious and Uki was there on her phone.

“Ah, you look and smell a lot better.”

“Girl shut up!”

“Seriously, you look better.”

You nodded then sighed. “I’m holding up.”

“I just got word from Junu, and he is livid.”

You nodded. It was expected. You knew this whole operation would upset him especially since he’d vehemently forbade it.

“I’ll take the blame and whatever punishment he dishes out. You guys will be safe.”

“While your father terrifies me, I won’t let you be punished alone.”

“You all were just following my orders. I will take the heat.”

Uki studied you then looked back to Ray. “Is he worth it?”

She didn’t just mean the punishment you’d take but the risk and danger. You looked at Ray and slowly approached him. You knew the answer without a shadow of a doubt.

“Till the end!”

Seconds later you heard the click of the door as it closed. You were again alone with him. This time you dragged the chair closer and sat back down hunkering down for a sleepless night.

~~~~~~~~

You awoke to heavy shuddering and grunting. You’d only closed your eyes for a moment, or so you thought. However now, Ray was seizing in the bed, body riddled with violent thrashing.

“Shit, Ray!”

You moved to the edge of the bed and noted the way his body was drenched with sweat. Once you touched him you pulled back, he was burning up.

“Shit!”

You leaped up, grabbed the bowl beside the bed, and sprinted to the bathroom to fill it with cold water. When you returned you wasted no time applying the cold wet cloth to his forehead. When his seizing intensified you hollered for help as you turned him onto his side. With one hand you took up another cloth, dipped it into the water, and placed it in his mouth so he wouldn’t bite down on his tongue. It was then the girls ran into the room in a panic.

“Get Manolo. He’s seizing and has a fever.”

“On it,” Jada shouted before she disappeared.

The others approached the bed and tried to help you keep him on the bed and wipe him down. In what felt like a lifetime Jada returned with Manolo who sprang into action. He took your spot and administered an injection into the IV he’d placed when he first got here.

“This will help the seizure.”

Within minutes Ray’s convulsions slowed until they stopped altogether. Manolo then injected another needle into the IV.

“This will bring down the fever. He’s more than likely fighting off an infection. I already gave him something for that.”

“What do we do?”

“Nothing. We wait. I know you hate that answer, but I don’t have a better one. He has to do the work now.”

After thirty minutes of monitoring, Manolo left again satisfied that the seizure did not return. After that, you didn’t dare fall asleep again. Every thirty minutes you wiped his body with cold cloths and bundled him tighter, so he felt some warmth. By the time the sun rose the next day, he hadn’t gotten any better and your stress returned tenfold. He couldn’t be moved in this state, so your flight home was delayed until he made it through the other end of this.

The day passed with each of you sitting with him making sure his fever was kept in check and his seizures were managed. He fared well during the day but when the sun disappeared his seizures returned and persisted for much of the night. By the 2nd night there he’d begun spitting up blood. Manolo was hours away from making the choice to take him to a hospital when the sun rose on the third day and with that new day came calm.

“I think he’s passed the worst of it,” Manolo said as he took his glasses off after his very thorough examination.

“Are you sure?”

“His vitals are much better. Heartrate is not quite normal yet but considering he was close to losing a lung he is doing well.”

“Why hasn’t he woken up yet?”

“Well, I induced a temporary coma to help him heal. I’ve started to wean him off so the medication I put him on should leave his system within the day. Perhaps tomorrow he’ll come to.”

“Will he live Manolo?”

“If this continues and he comes out of this tomorrow I feel good about his chances.”

You rubbed your face pressing just a bit so the tension would go.

“Thank goodness.”

“If all progresses, you should be good to fly the day after tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Manolo.”

“Aria, you’re like family. I’d do anything for you,” he said placing his hand on your shoulder. “You should rest.”

You nodded knowing those were doctor’s orders you wouldn’t be following. Not yet.

~~~~~~~

-The Next Day-

You were sitting by Ray's bedside once again after another sleepless night. Uki's question had been playing over and over in your mind like an annoying one-hit wonder that you couldn't forget. The longer you sat with the question the more it warped. No, your answer hadn't changed but you began to wonder if he would also say the same.

The last 10 years or so couldn't have been easy. No one thrived in prison. The environment wasn't conducive to that. The system needed a change if it was tasked with reforming wrongdoers. You knew being inside chipped away pieces of who you were before going in so you knew he was hardened. What you worried about was; how hardened was he. Was there any bit of the person you'd known? Or was this man laying at death's door a stranger with a monster lurking within

Knock-Knock

“Come.”

You tried to make yourself look like you hadn't been hyper-fixated on watching the man before you all night, tried to look detached and nonchalant.

“You look like shit.”

“For fuck's sake Uki!”

“What? If I looked as bad as you, one of you better keep it real and tell me the same,” she replied as she put down another tray.

“Guess you're expecting a thank you for telling me I look like shit?”

Uki shrugged and crossed her arms as she took her place beside you.

“Fuck thank you.  Just tell me you know and I'm right. That's my love language,” she joked.

However, it wasn't a joke. She did love being right. She got off on it. She constantly wore a smug look across her beautiful flawless features. It was as if she always walked with an air about her that she was higher than those around her. To tell the truth, it was one of the reasons you gravitated to one another and formed a quick friendship when you were children.

As The Viper's only daughter and heir, you knew you were above them in rank and status, and while most would relish the fact it always suffocated you. Being at the top of the food chain put you on a whole different playing field and on that field, you always had a target on your back.

“We may have trouble.”

Your head snapped to her waiting for her to continue. Of course you did, it had been way too calm and quiet.

“Razu,” Uki muttered.

Her one-word response didn't need to be followed up with anything else. You sighed so heavily that it almost sounded like the danger declaring hiss of the creature your father got his name from. Everyone knew you didn't disturb vipers; it was a “duh” rule in the animal kingdom. Do not disturb the vipers and never disturb the den. Razu was the one who never quite understood the unspoken rule.

“Where is he?”

“Downstairs with an entitled look on his face. He demands to see you.”

That almost hiss came out and filled the room this time.

“He heard whispers of you going to America and wants to talk about why.”

“Why? Ha, do I answer to him now oh?!”

Uki sighed and shrugged. “Seeing how he is…”

“Finish that sentence and we will have a serious discussion on how much of my coming punishment you will be taking.”

Uki zipped her lips with her fingers and allowed the silence to stretch.

“If he heard whispers then he probably suspects something. Our people in Los Angeles probably tipped him off.”

Your eyes slipped back to Ray. Shit, you thought.

Another near hiss escaped you.

“Yep. Either he is here to confirm his suspicions and try to use it as his proof you are not fit to take over on your own or--.”

“Ipenija is iku,”{challenge to the death},” you finished.

“Yep.”

“Fuck! There is no way Ray can do a challenge right now.”

“No. This white meat would be dead meat,” Uki teased.

“Really Uki? Right now?”

She smiled then shrugged again. She was right though. You had to make sure Razu found nothing. You reached into the bedside drawer and took out your 3 guns then checked the chambers. Locked, loaded, and ready for action. You tucked one in the front waistband of your jeans and the other in the back. You then took up your thigh holster from where it hung on one of the posts of the bed. Rather than bringing along the third gun you left it on the bedside table and patted your arsenal of knives loaded on the contraption. It was time to remind Razu who you were and who he was not.

Before you walked out of the room you looked back at Ray once more then hardened your features and resolve. Once you walked into the large living room of the opulent hacienda-style property you found Razu sitting in the largest seat in the room which was made from a slew of precious materials. One leg was crossed over the other with his ankle resting atop his knee and in his hands he played with a machete.

Your femme fetales assembled behind you in an arrowhead formation, the five of them flanking each other’s left and right. With his tamed beard, dark and smooth skin, and dangerous eyes Razu slowly broke out into a toothy smile.

“Come on Aria. I am not the enemy no need for the famous formation.”

His voice was smooth and silky like a goading predator slinking its way around to find an opening.

“I don't know Razu. You come unannounced--.”

“And unwelcomed,” Keturah added.

Razu's eyes turned to slits as he glared at Keturah.

“I suggest you keep your femmes in line or something fatal will happen to one of the pretty bitches,” Razu said.

You pulled your guns with quickness and closed the space between you to then press one gun to his temple and the other under his chin.

“Say one more fucking word about or to my femmes and the only fatal thing happening is your death by fatality. One hair on any of their heads is worth so much more than your entire existence. So, tread very, very carefully.”

The fire is Razu's eyes blazed uncontrollably. You saw how badly he wanted to speak again and retaliate but the facts were simple. You were your father's daughter. His empire would be yours soon and no matter how badly Razu wanted it he would never get it. Not by challenge, not by infiltration, and definitely not by arranged marriage.

The fire in his eyes faded and a smile spread across his face.

“Easy Aria, I simply came to make sure you were all right. The dens in LA heard you were in town. They said a lot was shaken up and the dens had to close up ranks to stay off the radar.”

You pulled back and walked back to your girls who hadn't moved an inch. They knew you were more than capable of taking care of Razu. Once in place, you spoke.

“Did your spies actually see me in LA or are they spreading false rumors?”

“Rumors? So, you weren't in LA?”

“Are you questioning me Razu? It sounds like you are but I am sure I am wrong because in order to be remotely qualified to do that, you have to be someone higher than me. Right girls?”

They each replied with confirmation. Razu's jaw clenched tightly and you knew just how badly he wanted to lash out. Smiling you watched him struggle. This was fun. It had been a while since you had fun and you realized how much you missed this.

“Why is it always rank with you?”

“Because you forget your fucking place! You are merely a sergeant in this den. One of many. You do not question me, you do not threaten me, and you definitely do not demand of me.”

“Your safety is important,” Razu carefully added.

“My safety? Do I look unsafe?”

You turned to your friends so they could inspect.

“You look safe to me,” Lyn said.

“Sure do,” Jada added

“Picture of health,” Milla chimed in.

You turned back to Razu. “I feel safe so I say you have nothing to worry about.”

Razu stared you down clearly upset this wasn't turning out the way he wanted. When you cocked your head to the side and then nudged it toward the exit Razu grumbled but stood.

“I'll head home and tell The Viper that baby Viper is doing well in Mexico.”

Your father didn't know where you were right now and you knew that Razu still suspected you had gone to the States which meant his reporting your current whereabouts would imply you had in fact been in the States. You kept your face unreadable.

“You do that. You'd just be giving him news he already knew, but whatever.”

You shrugged then examined your nails playing up how unbothered you were. As Razu walked toward the front door he chuckled.

“I'll see you at home, little Viper.”

No one moved until you heard the door close. Before they spoke you walked out of the room across the estate.

“Have them scour that room for bugs. I don't trust Razu.”

Milla nodded and walked off to get it done.

“He has definitely overstepped his bounds,” Lyn said.

“He sure has but he just revealed he has spies within our dens. I am sure my father would love to know that.”

The only great threat to queens were peasants thinking they were smarter. Your father ran a tight ship and usually got rid of those who had the balls to have big ideas. Razu's days were numbered.

“If he is going home now then he will be sure to paint a horrible picture before you arrive. We should leave tonight,” Uki proposed.

She made sense and it was probably the best move. Only 2 things were wrong. Ray was still not out of the woods yet and if you went back in a hurry Razu would know you were afraid of something. 

“Have someone watch Razu until he leaves. I want to know if he so much as pisses and it's not yellow.”

You walked away up the stairs while putting the safety back on your guns and repositioning them in the waistband of your jeans. Halfway back to the bedroom where Ray was—your bedroom you had a thought that if you took Razu out here and now When you walked inside he was still lying on the bed which was a relief and disappointment all at once. You were glad Razu hadn't tried to lure you downstairs to have his men search the house, but more worried Ray was still unconscious. You knew the longer he remained so the worse his prognosis.

You pressed your back to the door and took some deep breaths and tried to push the annoyance of Razu out of your head. Every day your list of problems increased. You felt the stinging prickle of tears behind your eyes. They were tears you’d held in for so long, tears you didn’t dare shed, tears you knew would find their way down your cheeks one way or another.

You walked across the room to the side of the bed and peered down at Ray. His bandaged wounds were speckled with bright red blood reminding you how close he’d come to dying. The even rise and fall of his chest said his breathing was evened out and he was probably not in too much danger. You sat at the edge of the bed as the urge to touch him became stronger than ever. You brought your hand closer and closer to the tattoo swooped across his chest. Your eyes locked on the ‘A’ within the ‘KingHarbor’ tattoo and within seconds you could make something else written there.

You leaned closer and closer bringing your face right over his chest and it was then you saw it. Hidden within the ‘A’ was your name. Aria.

“No fucking way,” you whispered.

You turned to the nightstand ready to switch on the lamp for more light but an empty tabletop caught your eye. The cock of the gun and the warm press to your forehead said you’d caught it too late.

“Back—the fuck—up!”

You huffed a breath out half relief half annoyance. Slowly you moved back.

“Who the fuck are you?”

You turned to face him and saw the moment recognition hit him. The stone-cold set of his face turned to wide-eyed disbelief.

“A—Aria?”

“It’s me, Ray.”

Your voice was small. You hadn’t meant for it to be at all, but it was, small and timid. Ray’s expression went from disbelief to blazing fury. You brought your eyes to the gun still pressed to your forehead.

“You’re gonna shoot me with my own gun huh.”

“I can think of a reason or two why I should,” Ray gritted out through clenched jaws.

You could hear the pain in his voice. Sighing, you shook your head. You weren’t afraid of him.

“Put the gun down, Ray.”

“Like hell I will.”

You glared at each other for long moments. You got lost in the amount of hatred you saw in his eyes. He’d never looked at you like this before, never pressed a gun to your head either. You sighed again then used the move he taught you to unarm him. However, he did not let you have your way instead, he grabbed your wrist pulled you to him, and attempted to swivel you so he could put you in a chokehold. Evading the move, you in turn swung your legs over him and sat on his thighs.

“Stop! You’re going to bust your stitches!”

Ray didn’t listen. He still fought you as if he didn’t have three bullet holes in his body.

“Ray!”

He reached for the knives in your thigh holster but you grabbed his arm instead. When he tried to use his other hand to reach for your gun you stopped him. That was when the door banged open and your Femmes rushed in guns and chosen weapons drawn to see you straddling him and holding his wrists. It looked kinky.

“Uh—didn’t waste any time huh,” Milla teased.

Ray yanked his arm away then rammed the heel of his palm into your gut. He hadn’t used all his force, but he’d used enough to send you to the foot of the bed. The action took you by surprise and stole the wind from your lungs. Your femmes cocked and raised their guns and weapons.

“Stand down,” you choked out.

Ray laid there looking at the six of you as if he didn’t trust any of you and was expecting one or all of you to make a move any second.

“Are you okay?”

You raised to your feet then rested your hands over your knee while you tried to catch your breath.

“Fine.”

“You let him catch you off guard?”

You glared at Uki.

“Didn’t expect him to—pull my own gun on me.”

“Where the fuck am I and what the fuck is going on?”

“Thu, what a way to speak to the people who you owe your life to,” Lyn spat.

“What’re you talking about?”

Your eyes fell to the bandages that were speckled red before. Now they were soaked with his blood.

“Shit, you busted the stitches,” you said making a move to him.

Ray lurched back. “Stay away from me!”

“If I do that you’ll bleed out and after everything we did to keep you alive, I’ll be pretty pissed about it.”

He surveilled you then the other five women in the room trying to gauge the level of trust he could muster in this moment.

“If we wanted to kill you, we would have stayed in our country while your so-called heist went all the way to shit,” Jada said.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

You looked at Jada slightly annoyed she brought it up already.

“Later.”

“No, now!”

“The heist went south. Enson, Bosco, they’re all dead,” you carefully broke.

“Wh—what!?”

“Donnie ran a play in your heist. He knew all the players set it up with them and used you guys as the muscle. He set you up to take the heat and fall so he could take the money. Nick knew everything from him. Your life is burned. They shot the others and Nick would have got you too if we hadn’t gotten there in time,” you explained ripping off the rest of the band-aide.

His face was blank as he processed your words then the rage returned.

“Donnie that motherfucker!”

“That he is.”

Silence filled the room and slowly you got closer and closer to him. Once close enough you sat on the edge of the bed.

“Your only option now is to disappear and by disappear I mean dead man disappear,” you finished.

“Why the fuck should I trust you?”

It was a fair question.

“She risked her fucking life to save yours. She did all this for you!”

You looked back to your girls and shook your head hoping to disengage the situation.

“It’s okay guys, wait outside.”

“So he can try something? Like hell,” Jada voiced.

“He has three bullet holes in him. I’m sure I can take him.”

They nodded knowing you could then one by one exit the room. When it was just the two of you, you opened your mouth to speak but Ray beat you to it.

“You should leave too.”

“You’re bleeding. Let me redress those then I’ll go.”

He took a few moments to contemplate your words then nodded. You kept your actions slow and careful as you got closer then took off the soaked bandages. When you wiped at the wounds he barely flinched or made a sound. You could feel his eyes boring into you keeping an eye on every move you made. You knew he didn’t trust you and you understood completely.

With needle and thread in hand, you began stitching him again. Still, Ray remained quiet the whole time he watched you. Whenever you reached for something you felt him tense underneath you even more than when you worked. Was he really that leery of you?

“Where am I?”

“Mexico.”

He scoffed. “Mexico. Is this where you’ve been living it up in a Mexican hacienda?”

“Living it--,” you began but trailed off. Before you spoke again, you scoffed. “No.”

“Right. Is this your place?”

“It—belongs to my father.”

You peeped up and met his eyes and instantly regretted it. His eyes were cold, dead, and filled with anger.

“And those women? Who are they?”

You tied off the thread then reached for the alcohol bottle on the side table.

“This is going to hurt.”

In your other hand, you took up the tequila there and held it out to him.

“No. Go ahead,” Ray said not even trying to hide the distrust in his eyes.

You shrugged and took a chug from the tequila bottle then poured the alcohol. You watched Ray stiffen as the burn rushed through him. The veins in his neck and forehead pulsated just beneath his skin, his face got redder and the muscles all across his torso flexed and bulged giving you a show for the first time how much he'd changed. Before you right now was a very grown man, a very gorgeous grown man, a man you probably didn't know anymore. His groan cane out agonized and tight. Wanting to help you leaned forward and blew onto the freshly stitched and taut skin hoping to provide some relief for him.

You kept your eyes level with his chest and focused on blowing in a way that kept the air coming from you cool. You took up the cloth and dabbed the excess antiseptic from his bruised flesh taking care to be gentle the closer you got to his wounds. You happened to glance up and found his eyes on you. The anger in his eyes was gone as was the right clench of his jaw. He looked as if he were in some sort of trance. You didn't stop blowing but moved for the wound salve waiting to be applied on the table. Slowly, you spread some across each bullet wound. With every touch, Ray sucked in a breath like a startled gasp. You didn't know if it was entirely from the pain he had to have been on or something else.

By the time you taped down a few thick squares of gauze, the door banged open.

“Ah, you're awake. Good,” Manolo exclaimed. “How is he, Aria?”

“He busted open his stitches so I did the whole song and dance and voila,” you explained.

“It looks good. How do you feel amigo?”

“Who are you?”

“The doctor who helped save your life,” Manolo dryly said.

“This is Manolo. I've known him most of my life. He's a good doctor and an even better man,” you informed as you moved from his side to rinse your hands in the bowl of water beside the bed.

“How do you feel?”

“Like I've been shot.”

“Oh, my friend you have been…3 times. One of them was centimeters from your lung, another a hair from puncturing your heart. Jeez, I don't know which angel you have looking out for you but I need her.”

Manolo approached him and began taking his vitals, you sifted to the back of the room to watch on. Ray's eyes slipped from you to Manolo then back to you as if he expected either of you to make a move against him. Was this because of you or had prison made him this way? Milla slipped inside and came to stand beside you. She now had Ray's full attention. With her voice low, she spoke.

“Razu has men watching the hacienda from all directions. If we plan on leaving without him knowing there is only one option.”

You nodded and locked eyes with Ray.

“Is he ready to move Manolo?”

“He’s a walking miracle. I think he's good to fly.”

“I'm not going anywhere with you people.”

All eyes moved to him each with different emotions radiating from them. You sighed.

“Do you think you have a choice?”

Ray narrowed his eyes at Milla's question.

“Yeah, I do. I don't know you from Adam.”

“What else do you need to know besides I--.”

The door opened and the rest of your Femmes walked in and flanked your side assuming formation without even realizing it.

“We saved your life,” Milla continued.

“Enough. This is Milla, Lyn, Jada, and Uki. These are my Femme Fetales, you explained.

“Femme Fetales? What's with the name?”

“Let's hope you never have to find out,” Keturah slid in.

“If you don't come with us, what's your plan? Go back to LA? Wander around alone? Get into some more shit with some more untrustworthy fucks?”

“Those were my brothers! And now they're fucking gone!”

“I know and I know what a deep cut that is. I know you're angry but being angry doesn't mean you have to be stupid. I don't think you get it. Right now your only option is to disappear. No, returning to LA, no lone wolf shit.”

He studied you and you could see the storm of emotions swirling inside of him. He was rightfully angry. His world shifted yet again. When he didn't speak for a few minutes you sighed again.

“Well stay one more night, give you some time to think it over. If tomorrow you decide you still don't want to go with us then fine. You be on your way and we'll be on ours no questions no debates.”

“Aria,” Uki began but you held your hand up to stop her.

“Everyone out.”

“Would you like something for the pain?”

Ray shook his head and watched everyone pour out of the room one by one. When it was just you, he raised a brow.

“You too.”

You scoffed having half expected it. As you walked to the door he watched you. Before leaving you looked back at him.

“The windows have sensory alarms so they’re sensitive to touch and movement, you’re also three stories up. Patrol outside might miss you if you jump but the perimeter patrol won’t. You’re free to leave but use the front door. It’s safest. Say goodbye first.”

“Like you did?”

For the second time, you felt as if you’d been kicked in the gut and gotten the wind knocked out of you. Low blow, you thought as you nodded and left him. Pressing your back to the door you took several calming breaths and then walked down the hall to the kitchen. You needed a drink—bad!

~~~~~~~

-The Next Day-

“Did you sleep at all?”

You scoffed as you filled your coffee cup with freshly brewed Pu-erh tea. With the sleep you hadn’t been getting and the day ahead that you foresaw, you desperately needed it.

“Sleep? Don’t know her.”

Keturah snorted and shook her head. “I don’t know how you do it.”

You took a lengthy sip from the cup and moaned. “God that’s good.”

“Morning workout?”

“Just a little meet-up with the punching bag.”

“Ah, is this aggression release or sexual tension release?”

You snorted and shook your head before you took another sip from your mug.

“He is ripped, Aria.”

“That he is.”

“He is also a distrustful ingrate,” she added.

You laughed.

“The only reason he is getting a pass is because his friends are gone and he almost died.”

“He doesn’t trust me,” you solemnly said.

You could wallow in it, matter of fact you had already. The entire night you wallowed and sulked because his distrust of you was so evident, so strong that it tore you apart. You’d wallowed until you were at dirt level. Now, in the light of morning, you couldn’t afford to anymore.

“You sure he’s still up there?”

“If he can plan to break into the reserve and steal millions of dollars I am sure he can manage to sneak out of somewhere without raising alarms,” you said.

“Legend,” Keturah muttered.

He sure was. If Donnie hadn’t been a little asshole this heist would have gone down as an incredible legend. It was practically flawless. As Keturah filled you in on any new developments you flitted around the kitchen to put together some breakfast for him. The others rolled into the kitchen and brought you up to date with the new developments but then the conversation shifted to plans and prep to leave. When you gave the go-ahead to get ready to take off in an hour, you walked out with a tray full of food on your way to Ray’s room.

As you stood outside you contemplated if you should just try the door or knock first. You reached for the handle, turned, and cocked your head to the side when you realized it was open. With caution, you walked inside and found Ray walking out of the bathroom, shirtless with a towel hung low around his waist. What was air? You no longer knew because it ceased to enter your lungs. Your jaw hung open and eyes roamed all the skin on display. You remembered Keturah’s words from minutes ago and though you’d agreed then, those words were now your gospel. He was ripped like no one’s business.

“Holy shit,” you mumbled.

“No knock?’

You met his eyes then realized what you were doing. “Ehm. Sorry. I uh—I honestly didn’t expect you to still be in here.”

“You and me both,” Ray answered.

“Well, I brought you poison-free breakfast. Freshly made and still hot.”

You placed the tray on the bed then backed up when you felt him walking toward the food. He looked over the tray then at you then back at the food. You watched him ease down onto the bed then dig into the double stacks of pancakes, eggs, sausage, and tater tots. When he dipped a matter tot into the grape jelly you smiled, comforted that at least that was the same. The man loved his sweets.

You didn't know how long you stood there watching him eat but in no time at all the plate was empty and he was gulping down the tea you'd given him.

“Tea is not my thing.”

“I know but you were just shot and still recovering caffeine is on the list of no foods for a while longer.”

Ray stared at you with squinted eyes and underneath the scrutiny of his eyes you has to look away but your eyes went back to his body. God he looked good, you thought. Again your eyes went to the “A” part of his chest tat and stared.  He'd tattooed your name on him. If he'd done that he couldn’t hate you could he?

“What game are you playing? Whatever it is I don't want any parts of it this time,” Ray said, draining the hot tea.

“I'm not playing any game, never have.”

“Right.”

You'd had enough. “Look say what you gotta say, I've had enough with the passive-aggressive you. Speak your heart, because we gotta move. I don't like being away from home after a job for too long.”

“Home? Funny I thought LA was your home, that I was…”

He trailed off leaving the words unspoken but still felt.

“Guess things change.  You had no problem leaving LA and staying gone for 10 years. Had no problem letting me take the fall, the time, and all that came with it! No problem using me!”

“Okay, you wanna do this now? Fine!”

You pulled up a chair and sat in front of him. “I never used you. I also never asked you to take the fall for me. That was you, Ray!”

“Bullshit! You made a fucking choice and it wasn't me.”

“You told me to run. I ran.”

“Without hesitation you sure did.”

“Oh come on Ray! You don't know how hard that was for me. You have no idea what the fuck I've been through because of that night,” you spat.

“You!? I went to fucking prison Aria. Me! You disappeared. You never visited, never wrote, never called. Nothing! It was me doing the time alone. Me dealing with all that shit for 10 years. You abandoned me!”

His words hurt like 10 thousand blades slicing at your heart. He really had no idea and was just fine looking to the worst as the explanation.  The fury rolling off of him doused your anger. In a way, you guessed it was true. You had disappeared. You didn't call, write or visit. You did run when he told you to. Everything he said was true at surface level.

“I didn't want to leave you, Ray. I wanted to stay and take my chances, serve the time with you.”

“Bullshit! Don't fucking lie to me Aria. I've had 10 years to sit with your lies. 10 years to comb through every lie you said, every lie you weaved into your movements, every lie spoken with your touch. The ledger is in the red, Aria. You can never pay it!”

He was right. You couldn't make up for what happened. It was too late too much had happened. You'd been stupid to think that if you just showed up again things would work themselves out. Even if he knew the whole story nothing would change. You clenched your jaw trying to stop yourself from crying.

“I'm sorry.”

Ray scoffed harshly.

“Fuck your sorries. They mean jack shit.”

This one wasn't a blade. It was a bullet and it made dead center impact. Unable to control yourself you stood and stalked to the door keeping your face turned from him. Before you walked out you stopped and took a breath.

“We're wheels up in an hour. The choice is yours on what to do.”

You grabbed the doorknob and half walked out but stopped again. “Every word I've ever said to you, every action, every touch, every single moment was never a lie. I got you. ‘Till the end imma ride wit’ you. I meant that on everything.”

You rushed from the room knowing you were seconds from exploding with every emotion you'd caged in the last 10 years. You zipped past your girls who'd no doubt heard the shouting and hightailed it to the shooting range under the house where you fired round after round at nearly every target there hitting dead center every time. As you released bullet after bullet tear after tear fell filling the endless well you now knew you'd carry the rest of your life.

An hour later you'd pulled yourself together and were clean, dressed, and strapped up ready to face your shit like the grown-ass woman you were and the queen you were set to become.

“Everything good?

“Yep. Is everyone here?”

No one answered which told me Ray wasn't here. You nodded and took a slow breath in.

“Did you give him the heist money and some gear?”

“An hour ago,” Uki replied.

“All right then. Let's go home.”

You pressed the elevator button and the doors opened.

“Where is home?”

Ray's deep baritone washed over you stunning you still.

“Why?”

“I would like to know where I'm going before I get there,” he answered.

Your head snapped back to him and your eyes locked. Hope swirled within you and it was stronger than any other emotion. It truly was dangerous.

“Nigeria.”

His brow crooked. “Hm, I've always liked the heat.”

“Let's see if you can take it, white boy,” Jada teased.

They all giggled and you caught a ghost of a smile on Ray's lips and your stomach flipped. Shit, you thought. You didn't need this right now.

“You have your money. Why not just take it and go?”

“I still might but right now I have nowhere I need to be.”

You nodded, hearing the words between his words.

“Let's move.”

You got in the elevator and everyone else piled in after you. Once under the compound you took to the escape tunnel and followed the 2 miles until you climbed back to ground level where the truck waited. After loading the bags, you sped away knowing Razu would have never seen this move coming.

It didn't take long to get to the jet and when you were securely in the air and exiting Mexican airspace you began to breathe more freely. For the first hour or so Ray kept to himself. He didn't speak or interact he just watched everything. It was a strength of his and soothing he'd honed in the services. By the time hour 4 came around Milla, Lyn, and Keturah had pulled him into a card game where they grossly took advantage until he got the hang of it. Then the tides turned in his favor.

Slowly he looked like he was beginning to fit in, and it made you relax a little more. Four and a half hours after takeoff, you were landing toward the coast where you would take a boat to the compound. Being the serviceman he was, Ray constantly checked the perimeter with one hand on his gun and the other hooked in the bulletproof vest he wore. He looked like a fish out of water amongst the backdrop of dessert colored dirt, rocky mountains, and free-roaming elephants, Zebras, and Antelope but at the same time, he looked like he belonged. Perhaps that was wishful thinking.

“Home, oh!”

You looked out to the palatial compound that rivaled the vastness of The Alamo and smiled. While you felt like a caged bird at times you loved being home.

“That is home?”

“Home sweet home,” Lyn added.

“Jesus, who are you people?”

They giggled while you focused on your return. You could already see movement and knew everyone around was gathering. Once the boat docked you unloaded and made your way to the walls. The men on patrol there were starting at Ray like he had three heads.

“Ehm!”

The guards shook out of their stupor and then opened the gate allowing you to enter. As you walked through, they saluted you with the respect you deserved. However, before you made it to the house you heard the murmurs of the arrival of the man you knew you'd have to answer to sooner or later. Everyone around except for you and Ray dropped to one knee while bending one arm at the elbow and clenching a tight fist. Your father's salute. You looked to Ray he was clearly confused but not intimidated.

The 6-and-a-half-foot man approached you with a stern look on his face and dressed like the world's best businessman. When he stood in front of you, Ray still didn't drop to his knee. You didn't know if it was ignorance of who was before him or indifference. If it was indifference, you were highly turned on. As your father eyed you trying to intimidate you into submitting you stood there head high, eyes locked on his not wavering. Your father's eyes shifted to Ray and you took a sidestep to stand in front of him.

“I'm home baba.”

Your father’s eyebrow crooked. “Baba? You still recognize me as your baba? You still recognize me as the leader of this organization?!”

Everyone continued to murmur as they felt the air shift from his anger.

“Of course.”

He scoffed. “I explicitly told you to stay out of the States. I told you that you can't break him out. I told you so many things and they were all ignored by you. All disobeyed!”

“Baba, I couldn't just sit here anymore. I had to.”

He stared at you, eyes still blazing with anger but slowly his features cooled. “You accomplished it too, I am impressed.”

You smiled.

“But what if I would have lost you? What then? Did you plan that far in your elaborate schemes?”

“You raised me and I had my Femme Fetales, how could you lose me?”

He sighed, shook his head then cupped your cheek. “You are of my blood, I don't know why I was surprised. I'm surprised it took you this long.”

You smirked.

“Fine.”

Your Father's eyes shifted back to Ray who was still standing.

“Still standing I see.”

“I bow to no one,” Ray defiantly exclaimed in that nonchalant voice of his.

Your father cocked his brow then laughed heartily. “Is that so?”

“Viper, it's been settled,” one of the men informed bowing his has to your father.

Ray's eyes went wide. “Viper? As in The Viper? The most feared and respected man in the game? The man who is at the top of everyone's wanted list and who has a hand and foot in every country and every market? That viper?”

Your father looked impressed. “And if I was that Viper?”

Ray looked at you then back to your father. “Then you'd have a lot more of my respect.”

He laughed again. “Interesting. Still standing?”

“I told you; I bow to no one.”

Your father smirked. “If you stay here when she takes over I can't wait to see you eat those words.”

He and Ray squared off both stating the other down as if sizing each other up. You knew your father was trying to gauge what kind of a man he was and get a feel of what value he posed. Usually, he was a great judge of character, but you wondered if he’d be biased because of the past, because of what Ray was to you.

“Everyone back to work.”

All the soldiers began walking away clearing the center but when you began to move he spoke again. “Everyone except Ray. We have plenty to talk about.”

You once again leaped in front of Ray shielding him. “No way.”

His eyes dipped down to yours and he mischievously smirked. “Why?”

“Because I know you. To punish me and prove a point you would kill him.”

Your father put his hand over his chest. “You wound me, princess. I promise I won’t kill him much less lay a hand on him. However, if he can’t so little as take a beating then maybe he’s not an asset here.”

“Baba he’s already taken 3 bullets, 2 came close to his heart and lung.”

“And I’ve taken a bullet right in the head and I lived to talk about it and run this empire. Near a lung and heart is child’s play.”

You opened your mouth to counter, but your father’s voice boomed over yours. “Either I talk to him alone now or I will see if he can take a bullet to the head and live. What’s 4 bullets?”

You knew better than to push him. He was your father, and he was soft on you, but he was still in charge. You hated it when he threw his weight around like this. Gritting your teeth, you sidestepped.

“Go and make sure everything is okay with the mission for tomorrow night.”

With one more glance at Ray, then your father you walked off. If Ray was going to survive here he had to learn how to fend for himself. What better opponent to start with than the king himself?

-Ray-

The fucking viper. He’d heard countless stories of this man’s empire. In LA there were plenty of his viper dens, plenty of his people dealing in so much shit. His gambling den was always packed and usually, the place everyone went for information, and that was just one of his businesses. He’d had no idea his reach came this far. Africa. Holy shit, he thought. They’d walked to a more secluded part of the compound, a part that looked like a luxury desert oasis.

He watched Viper sit, pull out something wrapped in brown paper then light it. With one puff came another and another until he was surrounded by white fragrant smoke. He took a deep breath in. It had been a long time since he’d had one of these. With parole checks and shit like that, he had to stay clean of everything.

“Here. Live a little.”

He held a similar one to him. He took it and mirrored his actions until he’d taken one long puff of his own. He groaned long and loud which brought a laugh from the giant’s mouth across from him.

“10 long years without one huh.”

He took in this man in a designer suit, diamonds, and gold. He had no idea you knew The Viper. It dawned on him then that he probably didn’t know anything about you anymore.

“I will give you one piece of advice and a warning all wrapped in one. Never have daughters because they will cripple you worse than any bullet ever could.”

Once he’d said the words it didn’t take him long to piece it together. Daughter.

“Aria is your daughter.”

He nodded. “She didn’t tell you.”

He sighed and took another lengthy puff. “One of many things I’m sure. I’m not surprised anymore.”

“Sounds a lot like animosity.”

He sighed but remained silent. He was bitter—very bitter.

“I’m sorry about your brothers. I know a loss like that—is a serious blow especially not being able to say goodbye.”

He balled his free hand. he’d hit the nail right on the head.

“If I know Aria and I do, she’s already found your snitch and he’ll be gift-wrapped to you by tonight.”

He snapped his eyes to the viper. “What’re you talking about?”

He sighed and blew out a puff of smoke. “I suppose it’s time to come clean.”

A few moments passed in silence, and he waited as patiently as he could.

“12 years ago I knew the moment you met, and I knew from that moment every move either of you made. I knew every secret rendezvous, every phone call, text message, every mini heist, every small job, every crazy scheme, and plan. Aria had no clue I knew and though I was leery about you, hell any man who wanted my daughter’s attention. She’s my only child and the future of this empire. But I like to give her small freedoms, so I let her live, I let her think she was living this secret life and I kept watch as the two of you fell in love—to my complete dislike. Of all people, a white boy oh.”

He kissed his teeth, then sighed. “I thought—hoped it would be young love, a fling, but I knew the night she shielded you from that vato, we’d move way past that.”

His interest was piqued but his gut rolled as if he knew he wouldn’t like what came next.

“The night of that lift off the PerriP crew I had my most trusted guys watching her. I knew the deeper in she got with you the more risk she would take. So when the shit hit the fan and you guys figured out there was a snitch you got cornered. They reported it to me, and I relayed my orders. Get her out at all costs.”

He paused again to take another drag from the substance lit between his fingers.

“When you told her to run, and you decided to burn yourself to save her I knew she would have stayed right there with you no matter what. You got separated it wasn’t because she actually ran. my men came in and sedated her to get her out.”

Everything felt like it collapsed then, his vision went tunnel, heart pounded painfully and loudly.

“What!?”

“My men followed my orders and when she came to, she killed several good men in an effort to get back to you. Of course, I couldn’t allow that. Within 2 hours, she was on the jet back here.”

As his heart thudded more painfully he pressed his hand over it. All this time, he thought.

“For the last 10 years, she’s been forbidden from making contact, forbidden from stepping foot in the States, forbidden from doing anything that he didn’t approve of. She hated my order and rebelled like hell. For years she hated me. I’m sure she still hates me for it, but I knew without a doubt that she would have served that stint with you. As her father, I couldn’t allow that.”

In the span of five minutes, his entire world had shifted. Everything he believed was flipped.

“You may resent me for it but, even knights are meant to be sacrificed for the queen.”

He met your father’s eyes and saw aloofness. He didn’t look remorseful, but he could see something that he thought was close. He wasn’t sorry nor did he regret his decisions, but he felt badly.

“Since the day she landed here, she’s been keeping tabs on you. She knew about your life on the inside and kept her ears to the ground so she knew when to step in if she had to. She was the reason you only served 10 instead of the 20 they wanted to give you. She wanted to break you out, but I wouldn’t allow it because that move would jeopardize my empire because of all the moving parts and people in law enforcement and government it would have taken. I don’t like to cash in debts.”

As your father spoke he sat there thinking about the last 10 to 12 years of his life. The happy years with you then the darkness of the last 10.

“She knew about your heist plan, knew about Donnie but she let it play out because she had a bigger plan. She managed to be one step ahead of everything and executed her plans seamlessly. She went against me and my orders and put the entire den in jeopardy just to step in and save you. She did all this for one man.”

He sounded as if he were in disbelief.

“Were you worth it?”

He scoffed. Was he?

“I see a lot of myself in you. Your ferocity, brains, drive, creativity, and foresight, I see so much potential for you here. I’m impressed with what you can offer the den. I always have been. Now that she’s gone through all this effort it is clear to me that how she felt then never died, it lives still. The proof has always been clear to me though I was reluctant to accept it. She is my princess, and no one is worthy of her. However, it’s become time for me to step aside and let her choose who stands beside her. I’ll offer you a spot in my empire, a place in the Den of Vipers, but the role is up Aria.”

He couldn’t believe his ears. All these years, all this time. Everything he’d thought was real wasn’t, everything was wrong. Your father stood then patted him on his shoulders.

“Take some time to think about it. Let me know when you’ve decided.”

With that, he walked off leaving him sitting there in this oasis with a head full of thoughts and a heart aching in more ways than one.

-Aria-

It had been nearly 2 hours now. What the fuck could they be talking about for so long? Being home you were supposed to be at ease but during your soak in the tub, you hadn't felt any ease. You were as tense and worried as ever. Not even half a bottle of rum had helped. You paced your room in your mid-thigh length robe as you thought about your options. Your father was pissed with you but you knew he wouldn't be too harsh. If you interrupted whatever they were doing he wouldn't punish you for it.

With your mind made up you flung your door open the gasped seeing Ray standing on the other side. Immediately he took your breath away. Mere hours ago, his eyes still held anger and mistrust in them. Now they were softer. What in the world had happened?

“Uh…what’re you doing here?”

“We need to talk.”

You crooked your brow. Now he wanted to talk? Without waiting for your reply, Ray walked into your bedroom leaving you stunned. He couldn’t wait to get away from you before, now he was barging into the viper's den. After closing the door, you cautiously walked in. Ray was at the window scanning the perimeter. When he turned his eyes roamed over you taking in your attire. When he realized how little you had on, he turned his head then breathed out heavily.

“How did you find me?”

“I asked.”

“And everyone was so willing to give you, an outsider, the location of--.”

“The next Viper in line to rule?”

You took him in. Your father had told him.

“Your father must have given me the green light around here,” he said.

“What? After 1 conversation? What in the hell did you talk about? Did he pull a gun on you?”

“Nope. He gave me some weed.”

You gaped then shook your head because it sounded like something your father would do. “So, he gave you weed then approved your access, and bam here you are.”

“10 years of secrets. Don’t you think it’s time to come clean?”

You studied him for a few moments then sat at the foot of your bed.

“What’re you talking about?”

“I did 10 years for you. The least you could do is be honest.”

“You keep saying that like I made you take the fall, like--.”

“Like you didn’t leave me?”

“Ray you told me to run. I did!”

“Yeah, you did. You ran never looked back then disappeared.”

You pinched your nose bridge then pressed across your forehead. He had no idea.

“If I looked back I knew I wouldn’t be able to leave. I knew that we’d both get caught and then we’d both be fucked. I wanted to go back so bad Ray. I knew I could convince my father to plan a jailbreak for you before any sentencing even happened but then some of my father’s men grabbed me and the next thing I knew I was on a plane halfway across the ocean. I tried to get back. I swear I did but--.”

“Even knights are meant to be sacrificed for the queen,” Ray said in such a way that an eerie feeling washed over you.

He’d talked to your father. Those were his exact words to you when you tried to plead your case to go back for Ray or even plan a jailbreak. He’d told him everything.

“He told you.”

“Yeah, he told me.”

“And you’re still angry with me? Why?”

“There is nothing and no one that could keep me away from you. All it took was daddy’s words for you to give up on me.”

You sprang to your feet then, anger bubbling in your gut. “You don’t know my father. He would have killed you just so you weren’t a distraction for me anymore. I stayed away to keep you alive. I didn’t give up on shit. All these years I’ve been watching. All these years I’ve been trying to keep you safe. Do you have any fucking idea how exhausted I am?!”

“I don’t need your fucking protection Aria! I didn’t then and I don’t now! I—I fucking needed you!”

Your eyes were locked on his, jaw tight as a slew of emotions swirled within you. Ray was the kind of man who was quiet but expressive. When you were together those 2 years he wasn’t overtly expressive about his feelings. What he didn’t say in words, he said in plenty of other ways. However, when he used words he always took your breath away. Now, today was no different.

Slowly you watched his eyes fill with something else other than anger. Something—heart-wrenching.

“I needed you on visiting days. I needed you at nights. I needed you in the depressing darkness of the hole. I needed you in every fight, every attempt someone made to prove I was weak. I needed to know I still had you.”

Ray turned from you and looked out of the window again. Your tears fell from your eyes, and it hit you then. Yes, he was angry with you, but he was angrier at the situation you found yourselves in. Where you’d had 10 years to accept the shit, he’d just had it all flung at him. Ray’s shoulders were slouched, hanging low as if he now had all the world’s weight on them.

You wanted to touch him, but you were scared he’d shrug you off. So, you kept your distance but after a few minutes the urge became too strong, and you slowly crossed the room until you stood right behind him. Raising your hand, it took forever to close the space to his shoulder. When you laid your hand on his skin, he didn’t move or lash out.

“I felt like such a fucking fool to have burned myself for you. I took you disappearing as you proving how untrue you were that you didn’t mean anything you said. I hated you so much. I wished such horrible things on you but with every horrible wish, I felt worse and worse. I hated myself and--.”

You dipped under one of his arms that were pressed on the windowpane and came face to face with him. Holding his face in your hands you found the last of your courage.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Ray raised his eyes and peered into your tear-filled ones. You repeated the words you’d wanted to say for years. You said them again and again and with each apology Ray melted. The tension in his shoulders crumbled.

“I’m sorry,” Ray croaked out.

It was your turn to melt. Within seconds of those words escaping his lips, you both crashed into one another, lips colliding for the first time in a decade. You’d often wondered if this was possible after everything, and if it were, how would it happen. Would it be slow and tender, teasing, and hesitant? It was neither. Ray kissed you with a hardness that wasn’t there 10 years ago. He kissed you as if he loved you and hated you all at once like he wanted to suck the very air from your lungs to have a piece of you with him always or to kill you so no one could ever have you. His kiss was delightful and torture, familiar but foreign.

Your lips and tongues wrestled never remaining still for long. He swirled his around yours, and you sucked his until he groaned. When Ray pressed your back against the window the hardness of his body made you whimper. This was the body of a fully grown man, not some young adult. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. In response, Ray dipped down and lifted you into the air so you could wrap your legs around his waist.

All of this was muscle memory. Your body never forgot him. How could it? He’d been your first in so many things. You bit down on his bottom lip dragging a fierce groan from him. Ray pressed into you giving you the first feel of his hardness.

“Fuck!”

Like a command received, Ray quickly yanked open your robe then cupped your breasts. His hands were rough, calloused, and larger than you remember. Using his thumbs he flicked your hardened nipples sending jolts of pleasure through you that settled in your core and turned to molten lava.

“Now! I can’t wait anymore,” you rushed out in between kisses.

Ray must have felt the same urgency because he released your breasts then lowered his hands to fumble with his pants. As he freed himself then kicked the pants off they went across the room and banged into one of the lamps bringing it clattering to the floor. With the room in half darkness, Ray locked eyes with you and a second later he split you in half sending his large, thick cock to the hilt.

“Aah! Fuck!”

Ray shuddered as he pressed his forehead to your collar. When he pulled back he rammed himself inside of you again making you throw your head back into the window.

“Ugh!”

His thrusts started slow and punishing. Each quick flick of his hips sent a powerful message that both your brain and body received. You held on to him afraid he’d disappear and you’d realize this was yet another dream. His hands tightened around your hips then he moved you against him, so he was directing his hardness into you the way he wanted, the speed he wanted. Every time he sank into you, your body shook, and goosebumps peppered your skin.

Soon, you both were panting, grunting, and groaning as you fucked right in front of the window not caring who could see. He turned, leaning his back on the wall as he locked eyes with where your bodies were joined.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Uuuugh!”

“Fuck me, Ray. Fuck me!”

That was just what he did. His thrusts were unrelenting, his power all-encompassing and with every minute your pleasure became so intense you knew you would break in half once you came. Ray tightened his grip then moved you more forcefully against him losing all control. The veins in his neck protruded as he lost himself to the pleasure you were sure he could only find with you.

You felt him walking across the room then your positioning changed as he sat you on top of him.

“Take all this dick, Aria!”

He slapped your ass, and it was all the encouragement you needed. You planted your hands on his shoulder then slowly lifted your body up only to slide back down. He felt so good. Ray dropped his head back and closed his eyes. Every time he almost slipped from your heat he bit down on his bottom lip. Then when you sank down on him his nose scrunched. Soon you were bouncing on him using the power and skill of your hips and ass.

Ray gripped your derriere, spread your cheeks then thrust up.

“Mmm!”

That one thrust unlocked something inside of you, something rabid and primal. Raising onto your feet you bounced on him increasing your speed until sweat rolled down your bodies. You pressed your lips to his and kissed him with as much heat as you felt within. It was heat he returned.

“Mm, I’ve missed your tight little pussy.”

Locking eyes with him you bit his bottom lip. “Show me.”

Ray stood, pulled you off him then pushed you over the chair so your ass was propped up like a gift for him. Without warning he slammed into you making you fling your head back. Ray’s hand wrapped around your throat as he held you in the position you were in. With your back arched creating a ‘u’ shape along your spine he lowered his lips to your upside-down ones and kissed you senseless. When he pulled his lips from yours he fucked into you with reckless abandon. Every stroke make you shout his name and every time you did he only fucked you harder and harder.

In no time at all you were seeing stars and your body was begging for mercy. You didn’t dare listen though. When you felt his teeth sinking into your shoulder you screamed from the pain but your body convulsed from the pleasure.

“Still like a little pain with your pleasure huh.”

Ray pulled from your body. You turned to him on shaky legs and peered at him through lust-clouded eyes. He hoisted you into the air again then slid you down on his length. Again you kissed him as he began his torturous pleasure all over again. When you tasted copper, you pulled back to realize you’d bitten his lip and drawn blood. Ray smirked then slammed you into a wall and jackhammered into you.

“Yes!”

“Is this still my pussy, Aria?”

“Yes.”

“Do I still own it?”

“Yes!”

“Ah, ah, ah!”

With each thrust, you could feel his body shaking. He was close and you wanted everything from him. You were tired of the last 10 years of longing. You wanted everything now.

“I love you, Ray.”

His brow quirked then his face scrunched and that was when you felt him release deep inside of you. It was a release that triggered yet another orgasm from you and brought darkness with it as your body exploded.

When you opened your eyes you were in your bed naked and sore.

“What the--.”

“Welcome back.”

Beside the bed, Ray sat just as naked as you. It all came back then, and you couldn’t hide the smile that spread across your face.

“Was I too rough?”

You glanced at his chest and saw the blood soaking the bandages. You jerked up. “What happened?”

“I’m fine. Some of the stitches popped.”

You slowly looked around the room and saw everything was in disarray. Lamps were broken on the floor, sheets and clothes littered everywhere, broken glass and furniture were here and there, and blood was smeared on some of the walls and your body.

You snorted, “Just like old times I see.”

Ray smirked.

“I’m sorry,” Ray began.

“Don’t. Let’s stop with the apologies here and now. No more. We missed so much time, so much was missed out on. I don’t want to miss it anymore. I don’t want to keep going like this Ray. I can’t. I miss you so fucking much I can’t breathe. I’ve loved you for 12 years and I don’t see it ever changing.”

Ray walked over to you, his hard cock bobbing in the air. Once beside the bed, he took your hands and raised you to your knees so you were in front of him. When his hand cupped your cheek you melted.

“This is the second time I’ve lost everything. Now I have nothing else, and I don’t want to lose you again. I can’t.”

His hand slid to the back of your neck to cup your skull. “I have loved you since I was 20 years old. A decade later not a damn thing has changed. I will love you for the rest of my life.”

Your tear slipped from your eye and Ray’s thumb swiped it away.

“Do you mean that? Do you forgive me?”

“I mean it.”

Rau brought your face closer and gazed deeper into your eyes.

“‘Till the end Imma ride wit’ you. There’s nothing to forgive.”

You scrunched your face and tried to contain yourself. “Ray,” you whispered, voice full of emotion.

“Tell me again,” he pleased.

You pressed your forehead to his. “I love you Ray Merrimen. “I got you. ‘Till the end Imma ride wit’ you.”

He smiled and then pulled you into a searing kiss, a kiss that revived your very heart and set your soul on fire. This man was all you wanted and all you would ever need.

“Your father offered me a spot here. He said the role is up to you though.

You held your breath waiting for him to finish.

“I want it. So tell me what role you want me to have?”

“You cupped his bearded jaw.

“I want you next to me.”

He smiled then slowly nodded.

“As your knight?”

You pulled him closer.

“As the king in my den because every queen needs a king.”

Ray laid you down then climbed on top of you ready to make you blackout again but a knock on your door stopped him.

“What?”

“It’s here,” Uki’s voice sounded.

You smiled. “I got you a present.”

“What present?”

“Come.”

The two of you dressed, you in your robe and Ray only in his pants. He didn’t even bother cleaning up the blood off his skin. you like it, he looked fierce. Once you made it outside to the center of the compound, the men had gathered. You glanced at Uki who smirked and nodded at you clearly knowing what had gone down and that Ray would now be a permanent face around here.

“What’s going on?”

“Consider this your welcome present. A token of my undying love.”

The men parted to reveal someone kneeling in the center with a burlap bag over their head. Ray looked at you with confusion.

“Open your present, my king.”

Ray approached the body then yanked off the burlap and came face to face with Donnie. When Donnie looked up at him the terror in his eyes faded.

“Ray—Ray help me. What the fuck is going on?”

Ray looked back at you, and you smiled wider nodding at him. You approached and stood beside him.

“Who’s this?”

“The Viper.”

Donnie’s eyes widened. You loved when your family’s reputation preceded you.

“Fuck, wha—wha—.”

“Shh. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“You’re not?”

“No. I have no quarrel with you. It’s him you have to worry about.”

Donnie looked at Ray again. You leaned forward to Donnie’s ear.

“He knows what you did. He knows everything you did,” you whispered.

Donnie now looked horrified. You smiled when you stood upright again then laughed.

“Ray look man don’t listen to her. She’s lying. I didn’t have anything to do with any of that. Shit just went south. I don’t know how Nick knew about the heist. I don’t know how the money went missing.”

“How did you know the money went missing if everyone who knew that is dead?”

Donnie stuttered at Ray’s question. He’d given himself away.

“Fuck. I’m sorry man. I just--.”

“Shhh,” you repeated. “What was it that you like to say—oh right. You’re in complete control of your environment?”

He looked like he was ready to piss himself. You smirked deviously. “Guess what. You’re in my environment. You always have been in my environment. My den sees and hears everything.”

Ray stared at Donnie with so much anger that you wondered how he’d handle this. Donnie was the reason his brothers were dead. He looked at you.

“Whatever you want,” you said.

Ray nodded then kissed you sloppily making you moan. He then pressed his forehead to yours.

“Gun.”

You repeated the order and took the gun that was given to you to hand to Ray. Donnie then began pleading using every slick word he could find to plead with Ray not to do it.

“I’ll get you the money back.”

“How can you give something you don’t have? I took the money back already.”

Donnie dropped to the ground realizing he had nothing left.

“You got my brothers killed. Do you know what happens to those dropped in a viper’s den?”

“Ray man please.”

“They get bit!”

You watched as Ray released bullet after bullet into Donnie. He didn’t stop until the bullets stopped and the gun clicked over and over and over, and Donnie lay dead on the ground. He dropped his head back and stared into the night sky.

“It’s done. Rest up brothers,” Ray said into the night.

You looked up and saw Razu standing across the way. his eyes wide and jaw clenched tight. You smiled then wrapped yourself around Ray who wrapped his arm possessively around you.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“I mean it Aria. You’ve done so much. Thank you.”

You touched his cheek and then kissed him. “I told you. I got you. ‘Till the end Imma ride wit’ you.”

Ray pressed his lips to your forehead then the two of you turned to go back inside.

“Aria! I challenge you and that white abomination!”

You smirked and took the gun Uki handed to you, ever prepared for the shit that could rise. You turned, took aim, and shot quicker than he could realize what had happened. Your shot rang true sending the bullet dead center in Razu’s head.

“Spies and traitors don’t have the right to challenge. Uki will show you all the man Razu was.

She pressed a button on her wrist and the screens around played Razu’s dirty dealings within the den. Everyone whispered words of admonishment as they spat at and on Razu’s dead body.

“Let it be known that as of today I am his, and he is mine. If anyone objects speak now.”

Not a soul spoke and from the corner of your eye, you saw your father standing high above it all watching the events unfold. You held his gaze for a few moments and caught the smile on his lips. He nodded then pressed a kiss to his fingertips and sent it your way. His approval. It was 12 years later but better late than never.

Once you’d returned to your bedroom and ravaged each other thoroughly, you both laid there staring at each other both afraid to sleep for fear it was all a dream. Ray reached out and caressed your cheek.

“I promise to be loyal to you, to love you, and always come back for you.”

You smiled. “I promise to be loyal to you, love you and always come back for you.”

He rolled onto you and captured your lips.

“This is forever, Aria.”

“Forever.”

~End~

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#ray merrimen fanfic #ray merrimen #den of thieves fanfic #pablo schreiber fanfiction #fanfiction comission #den of thieves #ray merrimen fanfiction #pablo schreiber

[babyraptor]

it took me nearly 20 years of fandom before i dove headfirst into Trigun fan fiction, and now that i’m in, there’s no resurfacing. so now, just in case anyone is interested, i would like to share some of my favorites. listed in alphabetical order.

i’ll be updating my list every so often. (and if you really want to know, i’m secondofjune on AO3.)

A Bit of a Tight Spot

A Brief Respite

Absolution

A Fool From Any Direction

a haven for restless angels of mercy

a kind heart to haunt

About fears and reassurances

all that i wish i could say

all variety of vows

A Man Called Agony

And Every Breath We Drew Was ‘Hallelujah’

and how i idolize the empty highs

and we’re gonna sing it again

and your prayers (they’re not fables)

An Exchange of Words

a phantom’s reverence

Asymmetry

a tide of tender mercies

Ascension Day

At the mercy of the universe

At the Top of the World

At Vacant Hours

A Whisper in Darkness

babe, i’m gonna leave you

Balance

Bare Hands, Holding Onto the Wire

Bedside Manner

Belly of the Whale

Benediction

between your scars and mine

bittersweet

Black is the Color

Bloodstained Devotion

Bluebells

broken boy, how does it feel?

Bulletproof

But Like A Refugee

but tonight belongs to me

By His Hands

Can’t take my eyes off you Carrot & Stick

Changing Luck

chemical haze

Child of Blessing

Closed and Healing

Closer

Cold Comfort

Come Back Home

Complimentary

could we please pretend

Couldn’t Be the Booze

Daily Special

dance in our catastrophe

darlin’, it finds a way to live in you

Daughter of Eve

dead man talking

Desecration is But a Form of Worship

did you get enough love (my little dove)

Dinner for Two

Dirty Thoughts

disarm you with a smile

Don’t need a gun to blow your mind

don’t stop if I fall and don’t look back

dream a little dream

Dreaming Saint’s Sonata

dress me in red and throw your roses

Duality

Episode 25: Live Through

Equinox

every me, every you

Exodus 23:24

Eyes of the Storm

Facets

Fairytale of December

Falling forward, back into orbit

Feel Good

Figure Me Out

Fine, Great

Fire on the Mountain

fool in the moon

for a sinner like me

For Good

for reasons wretched and divine

for where else could i go? who else could i love but you?

From the Past or the Future? Your Guess Is As Good As Mine

gentle thievery

get me outta my head

Ghosts of the Byway

god like sunshine, girl like rain

gravedigger, gravedigger

Gung-Ho Guns Ver. 1.0

Gunpowder Nights

Hallefuckinglujah

Heartbeat

heavens away

Hell, I’m Dead Anyway

hold my body down

Holding My Breath

Honeymoon

Hunger

Hurricane

I Believe in the Kingdom Come

i can see a lot of life in you

i can see it in his eyes

Idle Hands (The Devil’s Playground)

I just can’t wait for love to destroy us

IN EXCELSIS DEO

In heaven, lost my taste for hell

Inseparable

Insomnia

Interjacence

inter paradisum et infernum

In the Bloom of a Creosote

in the dark and out of harm

i promised i’d give this a go

i shot cupid (needle and thread)

It’s Open Season on Blue Moons

I’d wanna burn whole (to be someone’s spark)

I’ve seen all the demons that you’ve got

Joan of Arc

Just a Hobby

Just for Tonight

Just Listen to the Rhythm of the Heart

Keep your bliss, there’s nothing wrong with this

kiss me, son of god

la petite mort

Lay It On Me and I’ll Be There to Catch You

lay us down

lead-fill the hole in me

Left Hand

Life on Gunsmoke

Little Pieces of the Nothing That Fall

love and its decisive pain (sunlight)

maman

mashed potatoes

More Than You’ll Ever Know

Minefield

Mysterious Ways

Need

Night Vision

nobody said it was easy

No Idle Threat

Not For My Behalf

Not in the Job Description

not to me, not if it’s you

oh lazarus, how did your debts get paid

One Day Closer to Death

Only Human

Only Over You

Open Me Up

our bodies fit together

Past the Mission

Personal Jesus

Pieces

playing cards with the elephant in the room

Playing House

Pollinate him, please!

Praying to the Wrong God

Pretending

raise a glass to the turnings of the season

Reign of Lovin’

Roots

rough edges

Sandstorm Blues

say it’s such a fault

say your name, forever

Scratch Your Surface

Season of the Witch

Secondhand Secrets

Self-Inflicted

Skin Deep

Sleepless Without You

Smoke & Soulmates

so i’ll sing to the grave

So It Goes

Someday Out of the Blue

someone to last your whole life

something eluding you, sunshine?

something I can’t know ’til now

Something of a Departure

Something to Live For

sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it were mine

Stargazers, New and Old

stop me if you’ve heard this all before

Strange Powers

Strawberries & Cigarettes

stretched out for miles and miles

sucker love

sweet dreams of otherness

take a knife and cut through the darkness

take my breaking heart (and tear it all apart)

taste my misfit love

Tension

terrors don’t prey on innocent victims

that constant sting that we call love

The barrel of the gun

The Edge of Knowing

The Evening and the Morning and the Night

The Lighthouse

The Loneliness of the Long Distance Traveller

The Only Nice Thing That Follows

The Quick and the Bed

there are certain things you ask of me (and there are certain things i lack)

there’s something about you

The sand in your eyes was made of dreams

the ship’s inhabitants

the truth hurts worse

The wolf and the lamb

thirty pieces of silver

this could be home

this could be the end of everything

This is how we multiply

this road we are on

Thorns of Memory

Those were the days

time and tide, through the wall

Time Out

to have a body is to be a horror show

Tomorrows

touch me like nobody else does (lovely)

Touch

Trillium and Ivy

trust me to take you home

Trust

Tuesday’s Gone

two from the bottom of the bin

Untouchable

Up Front

Vashwood O’Ween

Visible Scars

water supply

Waiting at that shallow grave

Where Wild Roses Grow

Why Your Current Relationship is Not Sustainable

Wildflowers

wild horses couldn’t drag me away

will we ever grow a proper set of panic

will you welcome your extinction

Within Us An Orchard

Wolfwood’s Guide to Confession

Worth Something

yet broken still you breathe

You Are Red, Violent Red

you can run away with me anytime you want

you know you had it coming, my friend

you put me on and said I was your favorite

you stop the noise

you think history is repeated, you keep on pushing me away

you’ll leave me lonely at best

you’re a canary (i’m a coal mine)

you’re gonna be the one left standing

#trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #meryl stryfe #milly thompson #vashwood #planet gunsmoke #insurance girls #vash #wolfwood #fanfic #trigun fanfic #the humanoid typhoon #$$60billion #vashxmeryl #wolfwoodxmilly #millions knives #livio the double fang #razlo the tri-punisher #vash x reader #elendira the crimsonnail #trigun au #trimax #tristamp #trigun stampede #trigun maximum #no man's land

[donttalkaboutmemes]

The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996) Lyric Meme

Under the cut you will find 110+ sentences from the 1996 version of The Hunchback of Notre Dame to use for your enjoyment!      

CW: Use of the g word referring to Roma people

The Bells of Notre Dame

1.      “Some say the soul of the city’s the toll of the bells.”

2.      “Dark was the night when our tale was begun.”

3.      “He saw corruption everywhere except within.”

4.      “See there the innocent blood you have spilt?”

5.      “You would add this child’s blood to your guilt.”

6.      “You can lie to yourself and your minions. You can claim that you haven’t a qualm.”

7.      “You never can run from nor hide what you’ve done from the very eyes of Notre Dame.”

8.      “Even this foul creature may yet prove one day to be of use to me.”

9.      “Here is a riddle to guess if you can.”

10.   “Who is the monster and who is the man?”

  Out There

11.   “The world is cruel.”

12.   “The world is wicked.”

13.   “It’s I alone who you can trust in this whole city. I am your only friend.”

14.   “How can I protect you unless you always stay in here?”

15.   “You are deformed and you are ugly, and these are crimes for which the world shows little pity.”

16.   “You are my one defender.”

17.   “Out there they’ll revile you as a monster.”

18.   “I am a monster. Only a monster.”

19.   “Out there they will hate and scorn and jeer.”

20.   “Why invite their calumny and consternation?”

21.   “Stay in here. Be faithful to me, grateful to me.”

22.   “Do as I say. Obey and stay in here.”

23.   “All my life I watch them as I hide up here alone, hungry for the histories they show me.”

24.   “All my life I memorize their faces, knowing them as they will never know me.”

25.   “All my life I wonder how it feels to pass a day not above them, but part of them.”

26.   “Give me one day out there. All I ask is one to hold forever.”

27.   “If I was in their skin, I’d treasure every instant.”

28.   “Taste a morning out there like ordinary men.”

29.   “Just one day and then I swear I’ll be content with my share.”

30.   “Won’t regret, won’t despair. Old and bent, I won’t care. I’ll have spent one day out there.”

  Topsy Turvy

31.   “It’s the day for breaking rules.”

32.   “Come and join the feast of fools.”

33.   “Once a year we throw a party here in town.”

34.   “Every man’s a king and every king’s a clown.”

35.   “It’s the day the devil in us gets released.”

36.   “It’s the day we mock the prig and shock the priest.”

37.   “Everything is topsy turvy at the feast of fools.”

38.   “Hurry, hurry here’s your chance! See the mystery and romance!”

39.   “See the finest girl in France make an entrance to entrance.”

40.   “Here it is, the moment you’ve been waiting for.”

41.   “Here it is, you know exactly what’s in store.”

42.   “Now’s the time we laugh until our sides get sore.”

43.   “Now’s the time we crown the king of fools!”

44.   “Make a face that’s horrible and frightening.”

45.   “We’ve never had a king like this.”

46.   “It’s the day we do the things that we deplore on the other three hundred and sixty-four.”

47.   “Once a year we love to drop in where the beer is never stopping.”

  God Help The Outcasts

48.   “I don’t know if you can hear me, or if you’re even there.”

49.   “I don’t know if you would listen to a gypsy’s prayer.”

50.   “I know I’m just an outcast, I shouldn’t speak to you.”

51.   “Still, I see your face and wonder, were you once an outcast too?”

52.   “God help the outcasts, hungry from birth.”

53.   “Show them the mercy they don’t find on earth.”

54.   “God help my people. We look to you still.”

55.   “God help the outcasts, or nobody will.”

56.   “I ask for wealth.”

57.   “I ask for fame.”

58.   “I ask for glory to shine on my name.”

59.   “I ask for love I can possess.”

60.   “I ask for God and his angels to bless me.”

61.   “I ask for nothing, I can get by. But I know so many less lucky than I.”

62.   “Please help my people, the poor and down trod. I thought we all were the children of God.”

  Heaven’s Light

63.   “So many times out there, I’ve watched a happy pair of lovers walking in the night. They had a glow around them. It almost looked like heaven’s light.”

64.   “I knew I’d never know that warm and loving glow, though I might wish with all my might.”

65.   “No face as hideous as my face was ever meant for heaven’s light.”

66.   “Suddenly an angel has smiled at me and kissed my cheek without a trace of fright.”

67.   “I dare to dream that she might even care for me.”

68.   “My cold dark tower seems so bright. I swear it must be heaven’s light.”

  Hellfire

69.   “You know I am a righteous man. Of my virtue, I am justly proud.”

70.   “You know I’m so much purer than the common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd.”

71.   “Tell me why I see her dancing there, why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul.”

72.   “I feel her. I see her.”

73.   “The sun caught in her raven hair is blazing in me out of all control.”

74.   “This burning desire is turning me to sin.”

75.   “It’s not my fault. I’m not to blame.”

76.   “It’s not my fault if in God’s plan he made the devil so much stronger than a man.”

77.   “Don’t let this siren cast her spell.”

78.   “Don’t let her fire sear my flesh and bone.”

79.   “Let her taste the fires of Hell or else let her be mine and mine alone.”

80.   “Choose me or your pyre. Be mine or you will burn.”

81.   “God have mercy on her. God have mercy on me.”

82.   “She will be mine or she will burn.”

  A Guy Like You

83.   “The city of lovers is glowing this evening. True, that’s because it’s on fire. But still, there’s l’amour.”

84.   “Somewhere out there in the night her heart is also alight.”

85.   “I know the guy she just might be burning for.”

86.   “A guy like you she’s never known.”

87.   “A guy like you a girl does not meet every day.”

88.   “You’ve got a look that’s all your own, kid.”

89.   “Could there be two like you? No way!”

90.   “Those other guys that she could dangle all look the same from every boring point of view.”

91.   “You’re a surprise from every angle.”

92.   “She’s gotta love a guy like you.”

93.   “A guy like you gets extra credit because, it’s true, you got a certain something more.”

94.   “You see that face, you don’t forget it.”

95.   “We all have gaped at some Adonis, but then we crave a meal more nourishing to chew.”

96.   “Call me a hopeless romantic, but I feel it.”

97.   “Who wouldn’t love a guy like you?”

98.   “You got a lot the rest have not.”

  Court of Miracles

99.   “Maybe you’ve heard of a terrible place where the scoundrels of Paris collect in a lair?”

100.                   “Maybe you’ve heard of that mythical place called the Court of Miracles? Hello, you’re there!”

101.                   “The dead don’t talk, so you won’t be around to reveal what you’ve found.”

102.                   “We have a method for spies and intruders, rather like hornets protecting their hive.”

103.                   “Justice is swift in the Court of Miracles. I am the lawyers and judge all in one.”

104.                   “We like to get the trail over with quickly, because it’s the sentence that’s really the fun.”

105.                   “We find you totally innocent, which is the worst crime of all.”

  The Bells of Notre Dame (Reprise)

106.                   “What makes a monster and what makes a man?”

  Someday

107.                   “I pray someday we may yet live to live and let live.”

108.                   “Someday life will be fairer.”

109.                   “God speed this bright millennium on its way.”

110.                   “Someday our fight will be won then.”

111.                   “’Til then on days when the sun is gone, we’ll hang on and we’ll wish upon the moon.”

112.                   “A prayer for something better is the one thing we all share.”

#ask meme #askbox meme #rp meme #roleplaying meme #lyric meme #disney meme #the hunchback of notre dame #cw: g slur

[butterflies-and-bumble-bees]

TW also cursed but in a different way

Now baby doll, sweetie-pie, sugarplum

Honey-bunch, angel face

You know you better be good

And act like two fine lovers should

Be careful what you say and do

'Cause Santa Claus is watchin' you

He's everywhere, he's everywhere

You'd better kiss and hold me tight

And give me good lovin' every night

'Cause you'll be sorry if ya make me blue

'Cause Santa Claus is watchin' you

He's everywhere, he's everywhere

Well you may thing you can sneak around

And get away with something but there ain't no way

'Cause Santa's no fool, he's really super cool

He's the secret head of the CIA

Eesh, Iish, crime don't pay

You can't do nothin' 'cause you're never alone

He's even got a wire tap on your phone

So baby if you ever do me wrong

Break my heart and leave me alone

When Christmas comes, you'll b crying too

'Cause Santa Claus is watching you

He's everywhere, he's everywhere

Every Christmas eve, he climbs on his sled full of toys

With fuel exhaust and side mirrors

The fox tails,the mud flaps the leopard-skin seats covers

And spreads Christmas cheer to all good little girls and boys

Then he says on Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid

Donner and Blitzen and Bruce and Marvin, Leon

Cletus and George and Bill and Slick and Do-right

Clyde and Ace and Blackie and Queenie

And Prince and Spot and Rover

So where's Rudolph

He's on a stakeout at your house

You can run, you can hide, but you can't get away

Got binoculars focused on you everyday

So baby if you ever do me wrong

Break my heart and leave me alone

When Christmas comes, you'll b crying too

'Cause Santa Claus is watching you

He's everywhere, he's everywhere

Yeah, Santa Claus is watchin' you

He's everywhere oh Lord have mercy!

Santa Claus has got his eyes all over you baby

You you better watch out hoo!

Look out there Santa Claus is peepin' around the corner at you

You're in deep trouble, you know that?

I don't think you understand the situation

I got a call into the North Pole right now

Them little elves gonna come down here, whoop up on you

I'm mean you got to be true blue - through and through

Or Santa's gonna get you!

👀

[longliverockback]

Steve Winwood Junction Seven 1997 Virgin ————————————————— Tracks: 01. Spy in the House of Love 02. Angel of Mercy 03. Just Wanna Have Some Fun 04. Let Your Love Come Down 05. Real Love 06. Fill Me Up 07. Gotta Get back to My Baby 08. Someone Like You 09. Family Affair 10. Plenty Lovin’ 11. Lord of the Street —————————————————

Steve Winwood

* Long Live Rock Archive

#SteveWinwood #Steve Winwood #Junction Seven #LP #Funk #1997

[oveliagirlhaditright]

My Max and Logan from Dark Angel playlist that I’ve had for a while (with songs I’ve come up for them, that I don’t think anyone else has)... though to be honest, it’s been so long since I thought about this playlist I’ve probably forgotten songs I had planned for it. But oh well.

Heart Attack - Demi Lovato

Miss Independent - Kelly Clarkson

Beautiful Crime - Tamer

Dark On Me - Starset

Broken Wings - Clay Aiken

Love Game - Lady Gaga

Come Clean - Hilary Duff... There was just so much rain in this show.

Judas - Lady Gaga (from Logan’s PoV, since Max has a pretty dark heart compared to him. Can be seen as the Max/Logan/Asha love triangle)

Heartless - Kanye West (I know people have vidded this for MaxAlec, but it works for them too).

One More Night - Maroon 5 (people have also vidded this for Malec, but it fits Lomax).

Summer Girl from the Shiver/Wolves of Mercy Falls book series

And probably many more that I’m forgetting. Like, a few more Clay Aiken ones could also fit for them (Touch for sure, and probably I Survived You for an angst-y Logan season 2 one, probably. Also, “Touch”, for the more sexual side of Max and Logan. And it also has “angel” lines, which, you know. Are perfect for this show for obvious reasons?)...

And as ridiculous as it is, I have thought Sk8er Boi for them before: about how Max feels with the whole Logan and Valerie thing. And also because there’s that “how we rock each other’s world” line in the song, and in the show Alec is telling Max to tell her how “Logan rocks her world”.

Maaaaaybe Broken by Amy Lee and Seether, since these two were definitely that?

True Love - Pink

Maybe “I Hate Everything About You”

The Scientist - Coldplay

Just the Girl - Click 5

If We Were a Movie - Miley Cyrus

Sorry - Justin Bieber?

Can’t Keep On Loving You - Elliott Yamin

Play With Fire - Sam Tinnesz (the “king and queen” part for me, mainly. I do feel like Max and Logan were kind of the king and queen of Seattle).

Pain - Three Days Grace a bit (if only for the “I’d rather feel pain than nothing at all”: reminds me of Logan with the Virus).

#ones that other people have talked about: all I need by within temptation #goodbye my lover by James blunt #theory of a deadman - all or nothing #1000 years by Christina perri #need you now lady antebellum #my immortal evanescence #there you'll be faith hill #iris by the goo goo dolls for sure #you're lovin' me to death - scorpions #you're the one that I need #bleeding love by leona lewis #what hurts the most - rascal flatts #angel of mercy - one republic #look after you - the fray #all the same -sick puppies #Jason walker - down #mirrors #stay #things I'll never say - Avril lavigne #crush - David archuletta #dark angel #exit wounds #and music of the night because i'm crazy

[beinreasonable-a]

@raddare

It was an understatement that the young lass was worried to meeting a doctor. Even more so to know that this one was a main doctor in Overwatch. Having been recently recruited by Gabriel Reyes and now, having to have a medical exam, it was definitely a room for concern for two things.

The fact that half of her left arm was missing, and the fact that only Reyes knew what she truly was.

Her eyes still traveled over to the stump of an arm she had left, that had been bandaged up. Still freaked her out a bit with knowing how she lost it. Before she could dwell too much on the thought, she swore she heard a noise, lifting her gaze towards the door. At least she got to keep her hat on to hide part of her face.

#raddare #Be My Lovin' Angel =Mercy= #The Beginning =Verse=

[radioprune]

got tagged forever ago by @sorry-i-spaced to spell my url with song titles and i am never one to shy away from an opportunity to post like 20 songs that i’m currently having a moment with :-) thanks liz!!

c moon - wings another day - paul and linda mccartney love and mercy - brian wilson i truly understand - peter tork carefree country day - buffalo springfield one man’s ceiling is another man’s floor - paul simon god given grant - peter tork i want you, i need you, i love you - elvis presley rainbows all over your blues - john sebastian long title: do i have to do this all over again - the monkees flower lady - phil ochs return of the grievous angel - gram parsons, emmylou harris i shoulda known better - phil ochs everybody knows - james lee stanley nevada fighter - michael nesmith & the first national band do i have to come right out and say it - buffalo springfield since you went away - the monkees action - the knee hi’s (thank gia for this one :-) ) mama you’ve been on my mind - george harrison blues in the bottle - the lovin spoonful all alone in the dark - the monkees

i’ll tag @elahrairahs​ @prawniscuous​ @juiceisfunwater​ @tallsinspace if you want!!

#like. not a lot of variety but. i like what i like i'm clearly having a moment

[fragileizywriting]

So when it’s just Luka and Adrien

What’s their favourite positions together ??

😳

virgin adrien absolutely will want to do missionary (conservative christian boy!) but honestly? honestly? adrien just wants to get wrestled. he's never known anyone to be as strong as him, or as big as him, so the moment he missle-locks onto luka, he's already imagining everything he wants out of the man.

so. nothing slow or whatever takes too long (not like luka would want to anyway. he takes one look at the hyperactive, virgin demon that is practically on his knees in excitement and knows there is no chance at serenading the man.) biting, teasing, no-mercy bjs on either end and it's basically just one whole week of waking up in the middle of the night to adrien just needing to go round after round (have i mentioned already that he would be a good succubus? no? hm)

post demon lovin lukadrien, or whenever marinette likes to watch, usually has more or less the same thing. there's no need for any rush, but unfortunately adrien's kind of pavloved his own boyfriend at this point. while luka is delicate and observant with marinette, he's absolutely not with adrien (i like to imagine he is very fondly taking the "there must be a way to shut you up" approach, or maybe the "if i fuck him hard enough, maybe it'll be enough to satisfy him" approach. keep in mind that both of these approaches never work. it is an effort between the both of them, marinette and luka, to get adrien to stop being so hyperactive. young people, amirite?)

so luka just ends up being almost sadistic with it. adrien doesn't stay with love bites and marks and bruises for long because he heals insanely quickly, so it's always a mixture of adrien being praised and the likes while luka just makes him go and go and go and--

well. it's a good thing he heals so quickly.

luka, however, emotionally feels like a packet of croutons in the process of being crushed every day he wakes up. he's that exhausted. nothing to see there, though. by the time adrien looks at him and is begging for more, luka's already awake.

if adrien's on top, luka loves it. the angel really likes it getting painful. there's that one strip of text i wrote in the last chapter of color coordinatin' that luka really likes it when adrien presses down on the pressure points where their wings are attached, and honestly that's been stuck in my head ever since i wrote it??? it's such a shame that i can't include that happening for him in job huntin, since in that fic adrien won't have any idea that luka has any wings, but maybe it could be done in reverse and adrien just absolutely losing it from the feeling. kind of like a breathless adrien still jittery and twitchy trying to breathe out: "how the hell did you know that would happen?" and luka responding: "i didn't. i've always wanted to see what would happen, though."

luka has almost a perversion to the idea of losing his breath, and adrien is absolutely strong enough to do it all. wrestling matches and winning, biting until he's hissing, riding him until it hurts-- adrien does what luka wants and more.

#speakizys #demon lovin #FUCK i wanna write this so BAAAAD #oh GOD #hope that answers the question for you!!!!!! :3c #and perhaps maybe to entice more people to vote for that option #if anyone were interested of course

[beinreasonable-blog]

Angela is tired, but before her own person, she is a doctor. Warily she shoots a gaze towards the presence that enters the medbay, though the smile she usually puts on is nowhere to be found as she lets the other approach her, raising a hand to wipe at the corner of McCree's lip to brush off crumbs. The gentle graze of fingers, however, is quick to turn into an index and middle pinching at the latter's cheek. "You don't think I can't smell that awful thing you're smoking again?"

Of course Jesse wanted to check up on Angela, knowing how much that she tended to overwork herself. To her surprise, the usually sweet and gentle smile on the woman’s face was gone and, instead, she felt her fingers brushing crumbs off her lip. Whoops, guess she forgot to do that after eating.

Unfortunately for her, she yelped with her cheek pinched and she whined, realizing her mistake. Jesse swore, sometimes Angela’s sense of smell was like that of a blood hound.

“A-Angela darlin’! A-Ah can explain!”

#dragxnfall #??? =Verses= #Be My Lovin' Angel =Mercy= #((Uh oh Jesses in trouble again))

[pcvii]

033

Tierras Remotas

Deja tu casa y busca litorales ajenos,

Oh joven: nace para ti un mayor ciclo de cosas.

No sucumbas al mal: te conocerá el Híster remoto

y Bóreas helado y de Canopo los reinos tranquilos,

y quienes miran a Febo renacer y quienes caer:

mayor se hace quien desembarca en arenas extrañas. 

P.

Lacksley Castell. Leaving

Louisa Miller. Share the love around

Richenel. I won´t bite

Yves Tumor. The feeling when you walk away

Mouth Music. I bhi a da / Seinn O!

Hematic Sunsets. Crooning mauer

Jabu Feat. Sunun. Lately

Max Cooper. Spike

Vibration Black Finger. Acting for liberation Pt. 1

Stephanie Mills. What cha gonna do with my lovin´ (12”)

Kassav´. Lagué moin

Kéké Kassiry. Kou douw

Charlie Rouse. Merci Bon Dieu

Babe Ruth. The Mexican

Harmony Black. Don´t let it go to your head

The Ambassadors. Ain´t got the love of one girl (On my mind)

Conrad Schnitzer. Ballet statique

Broadcast. Black cat

Lives of Angels. Red Suit

Pylon. Volume

The Slits. So tough

Lizzy Young. Obvious

Blancmange. God´s kitchen

Shriekback. My spine is the bassline

להקה רטורית - סדר יום

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Feathers & Fangs Part 2/3

This part introduces @whumping-every-day 's new angel OC, Shirael! This part was probably my favorite, since it introduces a lot for Arron and Shirael's world. So here we go!

The house was finally silent. The two humans slept soundly in their beds, and the little demon boy curled up on the deceptively soft mattress, sniffling quietly to himself. 

From outside, an angel watched. 

The maelstrom of emotions in this house had caught his attention, and the angel observed curiously, trying to make sense of the picture. 

The human world has changed much since this particular angel had last set foot in the mortal realms, and so far, it only seems to have gotten worse. There is more pain, now, and more fear. 

Shirael understands slavery, and the exploitation that humans bring with them everywhere. But the demon is so young. 

He is young, and terrified, and that is what caught the angel’s attention. 

The humans sleep soundly, and the demon boy twists and whimpers in the straight jacket, and Shirael snaps his fingers and reappears beside the bound demon’s bed. 

The demon felt something in the room, it felt warm, a presence, something. Something in his body told him that he wasn't going to be ok, that he was going to be hurt, this thing did not radiate safety at all, it was intimidating, and somehow even more terrifying. He cried out. This was too much, he was alone, helpless, he was gonna die right them and there. 

He instinctively raised his barbed tail around himself, maybe they'll go away, maybe….

But it didn't, the warmth drew closer, and he flinched at the soft, but firm grip of a hand on his tail, pulling it away and laying it to the side. 

How many centuries has it been since Shirael had seen a demon youngling? 

The one lying curled in the bed was small, surely no more than fifteen or sixteen earth years. Too young to be radiating this sort of fear. 

But even young, a demon would always recognize the presence of an angel. Shirael’s brow pinched when the young one cried out. Had the humans gagged him too? 

“How barbaric,” he muttered to himself. The demon’s tail was weak in his grip, and it was easy to peel it away from his body. His horns curl up and back from his forehead, but Shirael can’t see any sign of wings. The signs of abuse and neglect are all there, littering the boy’s skin and carved into his flesh. 

Shirael was not a creature made for empathy. Yet still, he found his hands moving to undo the creature’s blindfold. 

After a few struggles and flinches from the boy, the buckle fell, and the demon's eyes fluttered open, it's golden irises dilated with fear. The second the boy could register who was in front of him, he froze, the wind knocked out of him. He can't do anything to protect himself from such a large angel. All six of their wings glowed brightly in heavenly light, the crown-like halo marked the status of the terrifying man in front of him. 

Shirael’s wings wavered slightly at the edges, hovering between the divine realm and the physical one. But his attention was only on the demon boy, looking up at him with such fear. 

“Do not be afraid, little one.” The angel’s voice warped strangely, but he still crouched down beside the bed, reaching a hand out to touch the straightjacket. 

Saving a demon was not what he had come here to do. But Shirael’s time on earth has only just begun… and things in the mortal realms were strange. 

“I will remove your restraints,” the man murmurs. “Do not cry out. Do you understand?” 

The demon shut his eyes tightly as he slowly nodded. Maybe, just maybe, he might be able to stay alive if he does as the angel says. 

The first to go were the ankle restraints, which were relatively easy to snap off. This gave the angel a chance to see his bony legs, they surely wouldn't be able to hold his own weight.

Second was the straightjacket, which was more time consuming. Every buckle, lock, strap, and sleeve had to be undone carefully to prevent any more unnecessary harm. Once that was off him, the angel took a moment to examine the boy’s bare and scarred chest, he gently pulled him to his side to assess any more damage that needed to be tended to. 

What Shirael found instead made him sick. 

Two small and deformed stumps were protruding just beside the boy's shoulder blades. Right where his wings should be. 

The demon quickly scooted against the headboard and curled in on itself once the angel let go, trying to get away from the divine creature as much as he can. 

From his position staring down at the boy, Shirael was breathless with the horror of it. That jacket, made with the singular intent to trap, to keep immobile - and his wings. No angel or demon should ever lose their wings like that. 

“What kind of world is this,” the angel wondered softly. “Where not even the children of hell are safe…” 

The demon was so small, and so young, and despite the removal of his restraints, the boy was still radiating sheer terror. Shirael only sighed softly, and he made a conscious effort to still himself, focusing inwards and pulling. Four of his six wings folded inwards obediently, but the biggest pair, the dominant pair, were harder to get rid of. 

It took him a moment, but soon the angel stood in his human form; his divinity had dimmed, and all that was left of his wings were their shadows. 

“I can take you away from here,” he murmured to the boy. Shirael cast his senses out to the two slumbering humans, and felt something cold and murderous in his heart. “I can take you away from them.” 

The demon shook, still unable to speak with the gag on, though he did give a look of an immense longing, almost plead for mercy. He slowly unfurled from his death grip on himself, but still couldn't keep still. 

Shirael's voice softened, and he reached out towards the boy with outstretched hands. "Come on little one, I promise I won't hurt you." 

Almost on cue, the demon slowly crawled over to the edge of the bed, closer to the divine man that removed his restraints. Arron didn't dare reach up for him, choosing to try and not test the divine man. He still looked down, something in him told him that he could hurt him at any point. Respect and submission needed to be shown. 

The angelic part of Shirael was pleased with the submission. It was only right, after all, for all of God’s creatures to know their places. And it was not so long ago that he had left Heaven’s throne room… 

“Good boy,” he murmured. He undid the strap holding the gag in place, and cupped the demon’s jaw gently as Shirael took it out. The angel frowned faintly at the size of it; honestly, it was like these humans had been trying to cause discomfort and pain. “Still,” he instructed softly. Shirael’s human form was much larger than the demon - he had taken the body of a human male, and he completely dwarfed the boy. It was easy to crouch and carefully pick the demon up, frowning at the weight (or lack of it) in his arms. 

Shirael was not sure if demons needed food to survive… but if so, this demon had not been given enough. 

"T-th-a-ank y-you s-sir…" Arron's surprisingly soft voice caused Shirael to be taken aback. "A-are you g-onna eat me?" And the question that followed made the angel chuckle to himself. Surely he wasn't serious. "No, of course not little one. I told you I wouldn't hurt you didn't I?"

The response made Arron whine and tuck his face in the angel's cream-gold jacket, now embarrassed at the stupid question. 

"Lets go and leave now bud, is that ok?" 

A nod in response, not much of a talker, it seemed. 

"Ok, hold on tight kiddo." The angel unfurled his wings and once again took his divine form. The demon gave a tighter grip in the man's arms, though not by much, as he walked to the window and opened it with the snap of his fingers.

Shirael did not know where he would take the boy. But at the very least, he had someone he could ask for advice. 

The night air was cool against his skin as he spread his wings, and then they were aloft, hanging midair and rising quickly. The demon boy whimpered and hid his face in the angel’s coat, and Shirael only held him tighter. A few whispered words, and the two of them were hidden from the humans below, if any of them thought to look up. 

Arron did not dare look down. It was far, he knew; so far, enough so that he would break into a million pieces if the angel dropped him. He didn’t want to be dropped, and he still did not know what the angel wanted from him. 

Arron was just a filthy demon, Master and Papa had said so often enough… so why would one of Heaven’s angels pay any attention to him? Arron didn’t know much about the divine realm, or even about his own species, sometimes. But the energy that radiated off the angel was hot; too warm to be pleasant, and full of sleeping wrath. 

If this man was an angel, Arron thought, then he was the kind with a giant flaming sword. And Arron was the weak demon caught in his path.

"Don't...don't drop me p-please." Arron clung with a death grip on the angel as they went higher and higher, so high up, and so scary. "I-I'll be good ssssir…" 

This demon is far too submissive for the likes of his kind. Most demons that the divine knight has come in contact with have been hateful and aggressive. This is something that Abel needs to see, regardless of his...past.

"I won't little one, I promise." Shirael smiled at the boy, who was just starting to slow down his sniffling. This one definitely needs some lovin. 

#arron #papa #master #shirael

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Flirt

A/n: Smutty Gabriel one shot. 

Summary: A “family meeting” with Dean leads to Gabriel and yourself having a bit of fun. 

Words: 1,624

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

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“Pay attention to me.”

You thought desperately. It had been nearly two hours since Dean made everyone sit down for a conversation about the alternate universe. You had spent the majority of the time ignoring Dean and focusing on Gabriel. He hadn’t looked up since Dean started talking and it was making you nutty!

“I can hear you, sweetheart.”

Finally, he looked up. A slight blush played at your cheeks as Gabriel raised an eyebrow. Had he been listening to every thought that you had been thinking? If he had then he would have been privy to some real smut.

“I heard it all.”

You pressed your lips together as Dean said your name. Blinking you tried to turn your attention back to the eldest Winchester. He was looking at you with a confused expression.

“What?”

You asked. Dean rolled his eyes.

“Did you hear what I said?”

You nodded, sheepishly,

“My answer is yes!”

Dean sighed.

“Whatever you are over there daydreaming about... knock it off. I asked you if you had  done any research Nephilim.”

You rolled your eyes and put your hands on the table.

“I said yes, Dean! What do you want a slide show?”

Sam quickly cut in.

“Okay, that's fine. Dean, continue.”

You focused your attention back on Gabriel. The archangel gave you an innocent smile before returning to his cocky self.

“Are you wet, sugar?”

Your mouth dropped as he leaned over the table. He didn’t get close enough to be able to gain Dean or Sam’s attention. Gabriel didn’t care enough to notice that Jack was watching the two of you curiously.

“I can smell you all the way from here. Press those tits together. I want to see what I am going to play with.”

You nonchalantly lowered your arms from the table enough to squeeze your breasts together using your upper arms. Gabriel instantly smiled.

“That’s it, sugar. Let’s blow this joint and go find someplace to play.”

“Gabriel!”

Dean snapped. Gabriel glowered at Dean.

“What do you want now?”

Gabriel hissed. Dean put a hand over his face.

“I don’t want to know what you two are over there doing. Just go screw each other or something.”

Neither Gabriel nor yourself gave Dean a chance to change his mind. It wasn’t like neither of you heard a word that he had said anyway! It was more like listening to Charlie Brown’s teacher talk!

Gabriel beat you to your bedroom. He threw open the door and motioned for you to go in.

“Go in, tease.”

You ran in the door as Gabriel slammed it behind him.

“I would talk about being a tease Mr. press your tits together.

You chuckled and reached down to tug at Gabriel’s belt. He lightly swatted your hands away. Gabriel took one of your wrists in his hand and placed it on his very prominent erection.

“See what you do to me. Fuck, you mess me up big time!”

You lightly squeezed resulting in Gabriel moaning.

“Bring it, angel.”

You said, innocently as Gabriel reached out and grabbed a hold of you. Apparently, the 12 inches that were let gaping between the two of you was too much. He lifted you up by your thighs so you could wrap your legs around his waist. Gabriel held you against the wall before claiming your lips with his own.

“Oh, I’m going to! You were over there releasing all of those delicious scents! If I didn’t want to be inside of you so bad, I would spend hours between those legs of yours. I like the idea of having you a weepy moaning mess.”

You panted against Gabriel’s mouth as he continued to send you erotic thoughts. His lips manipulated yours as his hand dipped between your bodies. Gabriel growled when met by the barriers of clothing. He quickly snapped his fingers. The chill of the room washed over your now naked skin.

“Much better,”

Gabriel said with a smirk as he stroked his fingers over your glistening slit. You moaned as he rocked his hips against you. His cock slowly rubbed over your clit almost sent you over the edge. Gabriel gently bit down on your lip.

“No coming yet, sweetheart.”

Gabriel carried you to the bed and gently dropped you. He knew exactly what he wanted to do to you. If anyone else overheard as they walked by...oh well. Free porn for them!

Gabriel froze the moment that your hand wrapped around his erection.

“Sweetheart…”

You shook your head.

“No. You aren’t the only one that gets to be a flirt.”

Gabriel attempted to speak a couple of times as you gently ran your hand down his length but couldn't. He couldn’t for a goddamn word! You wrapped your arms around his waist to keep him from moving too far away.

The moment that you took him into your mouth; the lights in the room flickered. You considered pulling away and saying something sarcastic but decided against it. Gabriel was clearly enjoying the sensations of your tongue caressing him far too much! His eyes were closed and he had thrown his head back.

“That’s it baby. I have been wanting to feel those lips for a long time.”

You gently hummed and tried to take Gabriel deeper. He panted a few times and gently caressed your hair.

“Sugar, stop. I’m about to come. I don’t want...not like this...I need.”

You took one last lick before leaned back meeting Gabriel’s lopsided grin.

“What do you need, angel?”

You asked softly. Gabriel raised an eyebrow.  Something about you calling him “angel” made his skin break out into chills.

“I think you know good and well what I want.”

Gabriel glanced over his shoulder at the velvet armchair in your “reading corner.” That was one of the few surfaces of the bunker that he hadn’t fucked you on. He turned his attention back to you.

“You better be on my lap in the next 5 seconds.”

You wasted no time in rushing across the room as Gabriel sat down. He took his erection in one hand before giving you a wink.

“I need some lovin but first…”

Gabriel reached out stroking his hand down your slit and stopped at your entrance.

“So wet.”

He remarked and rubbed your clit with the pad of his thumb. Gabriel took some of your wetness and massaged it over his cock.

“Of fuck.”

He moaned as he continued to lightly pump himself. Gabriel kept his eyes on you. He was pleased to see that you were squeezing your thighs together.

“Why don’t you get on me?”

He said with a smile and pushing his hips up. You didn’t need any further invitation! Climbing on his lap, you took his cock from tip to base like pulling off a band-aid. Both of you moaned at the sudden intrusion. Gabriel sat up straighter. One arm held you secured against him while the other reached up and pinched your nipple.

“Gabriel!”

You whimpered as his mouth took the place of his hand. Gabriel’s mouth latched onto your breast and sucked harshly. When your pussy clenched around his cock, Gabriel’s eyes rolled back in his head.

Gabriel leaned back in the chair.

“Fuck me sore, baby girl.”

Gabriel snapped his hips to give you the initiative to start rocking. You began to rock your hips against his. Gabriel wrapped his hands around your hips to keep you moving.

“Gabriel, I’m so close!”

You whimpered as he took over control. Between his right hand reaching up to cup your breast, his left hand digging into your hips, and his cock slamming into your cervix….you were a goner! His amber eyes rolled up to yours. He smiled viciously before snapping his hips again. His cock slamming into your g-spot sent you spiraling over the edge.

“Ah, yes baby.”

Gabriel began to slam into you without mercy. He didn’t care that you were still in the middle of an orgasm. If he was lucky, maybe, he could push you into another.

“Gabe…”

You half cried his name. Gabriel reached up and yanked your face down to his. His tongue traced over your bottom lip.

“So close, baby.”

Gabriel half sighed.

“Fuck me harder. I could come again.”

You sighed happily. Gabriel froze for a moment before flipping you over. Your back was against the velvet of the chair. Gabriel had on of your legs against his chest as he slammed back into you. Your vision blurred as Gabriel set a mind shattering pace.

“Gabriel…”

“Come, sweetheart.”

He hissed. When your body clenched around him, Gabriel managed to push in a few more times before spilling into you.

Gabriel didn’t move for a moment. You meanwhile, slowly regained your view on reality.

“Damn. Maybe Dean needs to call those meetings more often.”

Gabriel smirked as he slowly pulled out. Both of you winced at the loss of pressure. You sighed at the feeling of his come dribbling down to your ass.

“Maybe he does. Maybe you should just get horny for me more often? You know that I am always game for sex.”

Gabriel replied as he pulled you down on the floor with him. You snuggled your face against his chest as he turned on his side. You hitched your leg over his hip letting Gabriel press his still half hard cock inside of you.

“Maybe a little bit of a round two down here?”

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