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All Along the Watchtower (Chapter 6)
[can also be read on AO3]
Pairing: Captain John Price x Fem!OC (3rd person POV)
Word count: 6.6k
Warnings: Minors DNI - descriptions of torture, threats of violence, morally gray characters, swearing, smoking, mentions of human trafficking, strangling, physical violence, gun violence
Summary: Sergeant Rory Sinclair must face the aftermath of her decision to enter the belly of the beast, fighting to save the lives of six women, and facing down Bratva enemies
A/N: Rory Sinclair is a dual citizen (both Canada and the UK) who's been living in the UK since she was 14. She is 28 at the time of this fic, Price is 32. This series is set in 2017 before the events of the first MW game. Rory's thoughts are bold and italicized, other italics are used for emphasis
October 17, 2017 20:12 - The White Room Gentlemen’s Club
Rory moved through the halls like a shadow amongst the dark corridors, an unseen specter as she chose to head downstairs into the belly of the beast despite knowing full well Price was on the floor above and she was disobeying a direct order. None of that mattered now. All that mattered was making up for the mistakes in the past, the guilt that chewed at her mind – gnawing away at the threads of her sanity – and the lives of those girls she had just watched get dragged inside. She couldn’t sit idly by, not this time. Instinct drove her forward, pushing her into the danger, into the violence she’d left behind. Stepping down gracefully on just the balls of her feet as she descended the stairs rapidly into the basement, her handgun was at the ready, suppressor barrel already screwed on tight. Back pressed to the wall. Checking her corners in the dim light. The music from upstairs was muffled as it drifted down through the ceiling into the damp and musty cellar. Vibrations of footsteps above causing dust and debris to trickle down to the floor sporadically, mixing with the drops of water that echoed like plinking piano keys from the water pipes along the walls. Cold and barren. Her gut twisted as it felt all too similar to that bunker in Syria – another prison she would have to raid.
Quietly she hid in a pitch-black passageway, watching out for the men she had seen earlier, peering down and waiting for the all-clear. A door at the end of the hall opened with a low groan, and ducking back into the shadows, she waited until the men passed and were out of sight before creeping down the hall. Rory’s stress came barreling through her like a freight train as her heart raced, the sweat building on the back of her neck, the tremor in her hands increasing. She had to get a hold of herself, a steadying breath taken with that deep inward rush of air as her lungs inflated, before blowing away all the fear that threatened to spill forth from inside her. Her hand shaking as she wrapped it around the handle of the door, fingers squeezing against the metal, palm clammy with sweat. Pressing her ear to the door for a brief moment, she tried to listen in for the sound of voices, ignoring her own muffled shaking breath. The last thing she needed to do was burst in and put herself and the mission at risk, she had already been far too impulsive.
There was nothing but silence on the other side. It made her stomach drop. Memories of the tearful sobs of women and children flooded her head. That eerie silence that filled the room of soldiers as shock rolled through the pack of trained killers like a wave…and the nightmares it had left her with.
She could wait no longer.
Slamming her shoulder against the door as she turned the knob, it blew open and shook on its hinges. Pain was already climbing down her arm from where she had used her body to force her way through. Scanning the room, she checked for enemies. There was nothing. No one.
And then she turned the corner…
Out of sight, huddled away, locked up in what amounted to a cage, sat the women – bound and tied together. Rory’s breath hitched in her throat, the empty pit in her gut only getting deeper as her blood ran cold. Wrapping her fingers through the chain-link fencing that kept them contained, she kneeled down before them, taking in the sight of the six women she had seen stagger in. “Hey,” she whispered harshly, trying to get their attention, checking to see if any of them were cognizant enough to talk or even just to notice her presence.
A young blonde – Rory estimated was likely in her early twenties – stirred at the sound of her voice, eyes fluttering open enough to stare groggily back at her. It was as good a sign as any that she could help. Moving closer to the fence, Rory tried to remain quiet while also getting the blonde’s further attention. “Hey, I’m here to help you, okay?” The woman stared through her like she was a mirage, phasing in and out of reality. A hope too good to be true. She could only imagine what these women had been through to get them here, it was clear that they were still under the effect of some sort of narcotic and she could only assume it was likely Flunitrazepam.
With a soft groan, the woman spoke in a thick Eastern European accent, made heavier by her drowsy state. “English?”
Rory paused and nodded. “I’m going to get you out.”
The sound of rushing water from a flushing toilet stole the Sergeant’s attention, and she quickly turned to notice a door open on the other side of the room, a Bratva enforcer exiting while zipping up the fly of his jeans. He was massive, a hulking giant with a shaved head and wearing a boxy leather jacket. As he looked up and noticed Rory kneeled down, his eyes flared after being caught off guard. Stalking towards her, his arms hung to his sides like a gorilla as he swung his fists. “<Russian>: Little bitch.” His thundering footsteps barreled towards her, knuckles flexing as heavy panting breaths came from him like a snorting bull.
Standing up, Rory’s eyes widened like a prey animal, and she took slow careful movements away from the cage to make space and not have her back to the wall in this case, sliding the grips of her boots backwards against the cement with a quiet scuff. Quick to lift her weapon and aim for his chest, she shot him several times, but it did little to stop or even slow him down.
Would have had more luck with an elephant gun.
Before she could get another shot off, he grabbed the gun in her hand and twisted her wrist while wrenching her arm back until it felt like her muscles might rip apart, tendons fraying like rope. Forced to cry out, spittle flew from her lips as the veins in her forehead rose to the surface and her face turned red in anguish. The enforcer tossed her gun away, the beretta skidding across the floor. Shoving her forward, he slammed her face first into the fencing, quickly overpowering her. Twisted metal wire dug into her cheek and temple as his giant paw of a hand pressed against the other side of her face.
She groaned as he kept pressing harder against her, making her feel small. Powerless . Docile . Slamming the heel of her boot back into his shin with a definitive crack , she broke his concentration long enough to twist her arm free of the lock he had held it in and using the cage for leverage, she lifted herself up it. Climbing the fencing as if she were repelling until she could finally flip up into the air, spinning her body like a gymnast, twisting her legs up like a pretzel around him. The room moved in a flash of color and light as the wind whipped past her ears, her quick action sending them both falling to the ground.
Taken down with the weight of the staggering giant, she lay stunned for a moment, the wind knocked from her. Slowly rolling over onto her side, Rory crawled back up onto her hands and knees, her breathing ragged. Stumbling forward, a muscular forearm curled around her throat, pressing up against her as she was pulled back into the enforcer’s crushing embrace. Lifted off her feet as he stood, her boots dangled in midair. Struggling against him and the sensation of breathlessness, her throat squeezed like she was in the thrall of a boa constrictor. She clawed at his arm, her vision going blurry and her mind dizzy, her ears beginning to ring. Using what remaining strength and determination she had, she began a concerted effort to pry his arm away from her to allow her another breath of air. Wriggling within the leather net of compressive muscle, managing to win back some freedom of movement, she swung her head back against him. Bone knocked against bone as her skull met with his nose and threw him off balance. Sent careening backwards in the direction of the wall behind them, they slammed up against the cement and cinder blocks, hot breath heaving out of him in a gust.
For just a moment he was weakened, and that split second required immediate response. Shoving her elbow back into the soft spot of his diaphragm hidden under his ribs, digging into it, needling the bone as deep as it could go, his arm released like a hinge and she slipped free of his hold. Knees crashing to the floor as she fell, adrenaline kept her numb enough to keep crawling towards her gun. Ignoring the pain until the comforting feeling of metal was in her grasp. Her fingers wrapped around the grip of the beretta and rolling onto her back, she lifted her torso like she was completing a sit up in basic training. Pointing the muzzle up at the enforcer, aiming right between his eyes, the reverberations of the hammer striking against the bullet thundered through her body, and the casing tinkled on the ground like the bell ringing for an angel about to get its wings.
Red shot back against the grey wall in a sudden spurt, a hole left in his skull as the enforcer’s body fell backwards and slid slowly to the ground. Blank eyes stared out at her as the last few tics of a dying nervous system shook his body.
She slumped back to the ground, taking a moment to compose herself and catch her breath, choking out hoarse coughs and wincing at the sudden rush of throbbing aches that seemed to get worse with each beat of her heart, as if the blood itself was pushing the pain to every part of her body. Rory stretched out the ball and socket joint of her shoulder, biting her lip as she closed her eyes. “Fucking hell,” she groaned.
“ Sergeant, Sitrep ,” Price ordered through her earpiece and her eyes widened. It was as if part of her brain had turned off forgetting she was even on a mission. She saw the opportunity and she took it, and now she was in the lion’s den. “Sergeant?” His low husky voice rumbled in her ear and she fought to gather herself, debating whether she wanted to risk getting caught in a lie. “Had to leave the vehicle, Captain.”
“The hell are you on about, Sinclair?”
“Found a back way in. Wanted to make more use of myself than just sitting on my arse.”
“You’re disobeying a direct order from me,” there was a frigid tone to Price’s voice.
“I am, sir. Yes.”
“Better have a damn good reason.”
“I do, sir.”
There was a silent pause, an alarmingly long one, and then his voice came through again, with more grit than he had before. “Don’t get caught. Don’t shoot unless you have to. Things go tits up, I won’t play nice just ‘cause we’ve got history, clear?”
“Crystal.”
“Good.”
The calm only lasted for so long however before a radio in the enforcer’s pocket went off. A man’s voice speaking in Russian. She couldn’t understand the words and couldn't respond. If they didn’t get an answer someone would likely come down and check on what was happening.
Shit was about to hit the fan.
Rory checked the enforcer’s body for any hidden weapons before she was met with more hostiles, her hands becoming stained by the blood from the wounds on his chest as she patted down the pockets of his coat, finding a butterfly knife and slipping it into the back pocket of her jeans. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing. Every advantage would count in a situation like this – she only had another 12 rounds to her name.
Running back over to the cage, she looked down at the women – the reason she had gotten herself stuck in this mess – and gave her promise to save them. Her vow . “I’m not leaving you in here, okay? Just trust me.” She had no idea if any of them heard her, if most could even understand her, but she had to let them know they weren’t alone – even if she was .
The beat of footsteps on concrete flooring coming from the hallway told her she wouldn’t be for long. She took position beside the door and waited for it to open. Muffled voices from the other side let her know there were multiple hostiles, and they were steadily growing louder. Her heart began to race in her chest, sweat formed on her brow with the adrenaline starting to course through her system once more. Her gun pointed. Hand steady. The door creaked open and before it could even come to a full swing, she caught a glimpse of the first enemy through the crack. Pulling the trigger reflexively, doming the man through the temple, she could hear the weight of his body toppling against the wall on the other side of the door. The low thud of a grown man dropping like a sack of potatoes, and then the grumbling of voices of those forced to pull one of their dead out of the way to get to her, and the squawk of a radio.
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“ Captain, I think there’s trouble starting ,” Nikolai’s voice reverberated in Price’s earpiece as he collected as much intel as he could, taking pictures on his phone of the log books. His hand froze on the page, holding the log book open with rough, calloused fingers, as steely eyes narrowed. “What’re you talking about, Nik,” he asked in a rough whisper.
“ Three with weapons just headed through the door you went through .”
“Goddammit.” Price dropped his task at the desk and rapidly moved to the door of the office, readying his weapon. He waited, counting down in his head, expecting footsteps and getting nothing.
Silence .
His brow furrowed, nostrils flaring, lip curling in response. Every line on his face carving deeper into his world weary features. There was no fight headed in his direction, it had started on another floor. “Shit, Rory,” he growled.
Storming out of the office, his breath heaved as he barreled his way down the stairs. A living wrecking ball of muscle and force, he felt the unstoppable urge to run headlong into the danger he was sure to face.
“ Captain, are you under fire? ”
“No, Nik. Not me.”
“ Not you? ”
“It’s the fucking Sergeant,” John roared as he entered the fray.
Kicking open the door that led down into the basement, sweat started to build on Price’s forehead, seeping into the knitted wool of his beanie as he raced down the steps. The closer he got to the bottom, the louder the gunshots got – it was a good sign at least, it meant she was still alive and still fighting.
Several Bratva remained in the hall still and Price quickly took them out of commission with shots to the back and the skull. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him and his smoker’s lungs would allow, entering the large room at the end of the hall where the ambush had occurred. Holes had been blown into the ceiling and water pipes hissed with steam as Rory fought off hostile combatants. With a man trapped in a headlock, his bullet riddled body covering hers, she let off the final shots from her suppressed weapon taking out several hostiles. Forced to grab the gun from the man she was using as a human shield, she continued firing her way through the armed mob taking her on.
Gunshots rang out and panic was sure to set in with the patrons up top soon.
The quiet blasts from Price’s suppressed weapon took out several of the armed men before the raging stampede of footsteps above let him know they were in for another flood of enemies. “I told you –” He was fuming, his jaw held tight in a scowl as he fought back the overwhelming urge to rip into her – it wasn’t the time, not with another fight incoming.
“I’m well aware, Captain,” she shot back. Moving effortlessly between each target of hers, more like a dancer than a soldier, it was clear she knew how to take her size and weight into account even against larger enemies. Tossing a grown man over her shoulder, before shooting him in the face, Rory pointed Price in the direction of the imprisoned girls caged in the corner. “Look.”
Removing the last enemy in his way, his eyes went wide at the sight of six young women tied up and left unconscious, but otherwise showed little more reaction as the stoic captain he had learned to become. His jaw locked and he breathed a heavy sigh. “This isn’t what we came here for,” he rasped.
Rory sprinted over to the cage, ignoring his reaction, and knelt down at the fence. Her expression was pained as she gazed upon the huddled mass of women bound together. Women several years younger than herself, who were dealt a rough hand in a world that had so much darkness in it – darkness that Price was committed to fighting against. She looked up at him, her eyes large and innocent, something vulnerable about her that he couldn’t place. “I know, but we can’t just leave them here either.”
Cold grey-blue eyes narrowed once more as the Sergeant continued her protests. “How do you expect us to get them out of here, eh? We don’t know who they are, where they came from…”
Her stare remained focused, that same fire he had seen earlier back to burn like an inferno razing through depths of forest green. She wouldn’t be dissuaded. “We have friends in the CIA and MI6, surely we can pull some strings.” Rubbing at her forehead with her hand, Rory finally turned away from him. “I am not leaving anyone like this,” she hissed.
“This is for the police to handle. Not us.”
Rising back to her feet, the top of her head barely coming over his shoulder, she hardly appeared an intimidating figure and yet didn’t back down from a fight. He respected that . “And you think the police aren’t on the dole for this kind of thing?” Rory crossed her arms over her chest and glanced over at him with narrowed eyes. “You’d really be able to live with yourself knowing you’ve left these women in this situation?”
He grumbled, sniffing as he scrunched his mouth up, lowering his head to meet her eye line. “We’ll talk about this after we deal with the mess you’ve brought down on us.”
Stabbing her tongue into her cheek, her frustration with the situation was clear. “Yes, sir.” She stepped away and began checking the scattered bodies for weapons and ammo, separating the clip and doing a visual check to make sure it wasn’t empty.
Price could do nothing but watch her, his gaze flicking back to look at the women caged only to return to the soldier who had started a firestorm with the Bratva. He already knew if this was any other subordinate under his command he would have tossed their ass onto the next plane back to base after ripping a strip off them from one side and down the other, and yet here she was dragging him into a damn debate as if she were his second in command. She might have been hardened by her time at war, a veteran, but that didn’t change the fact she still had a soft underbelly that could get her in trouble. A lamb with a bleeding heart was asking to be brought to slaughter and made a meal.
Moving to the closest body near him, he started checking for weapons and ammo himself and spoke into his earpiece, “Nikolai, what’s going on upstairs?”
“People are leaving. Being escorted out. More Bratva company incoming, Captain.”
“Right. While they’re distracted, head upstairs and grab the package I put together for Laswell.”
“Happy to.”
He looked over his shoulder back at the woman under his command. “We’ve got another wave incoming, Sergeant. I hope you’re ready, or we’re both fucked.”
She stretched out her shoulder once more and looked over at him as she cocked her weapon. The intense furrow of her brow darkened her eyes, her soft expression made cold as steel, as if a switch had been flipped in her – he recognized that stare all too well. “Ready when you are, Captain.”
Taking the fight back out into the hall, they hid like funnel-web spiders waiting for unsuspecting prey to make that one false step past the darkened passageway. With ample cover and a tighter space to fight it meant they could control the flow. It gave them the high ground.
Rory leaned out from cover at the sound of footsteps, peeking her head around the corner of the wall before shooting the first unsuspecting Bratva soldiers that made their way down. A single bullet to each man’s head.
She was one hell of a shot.
A small smirk pulled at the corner of Price’s mouth. He might have been pissed off with her, but finally getting to see her in action was causing him to soften up to the girl more than he thought he would, especially with a threat looming over their heads. “Scout sniper training, yeah?” He couldn’t help but be impressed with her showing of precision and skill, especially as it wasn’t a firearm designed for it.
She glanced over at him, her back pressed to the wall as bullets began to fly in their direction in response. “Yeah.”
He could hear the pride in her voice as she confirmed his suspicions, a confident grin overtaking his face. “Good shit.” She really was a woman after his own heart. Sure she was a bit of a pain in the ass (if he was being honest) acting on her own accord, but it’s not like he wasn’t the type to break the rules and cut through the bullshit to get what he needed himself.
Quick to return covering fire, she leaned out once more, only having to briefly aim before shooting, listening for the grunts and groans of the men as their bodies gave out to their injuries. “Clip’s almost out. Need you to take point, Captain.” She got off a few more shots, before ejecting the clip and tossing it, swapping positions with Price and grabbing another from her pocket, loading it while he continued firing at their enemies.
Caught in a burst of crossfire, he couldn’t move from his position and his eyes widened as she leaned over across him, her hand held against the wall at his side as she steadied herself, returning fire, sharing his position at the corner. She didn’t look at him, too focused on the fight, but he certainly noticed the way her body curved in against him as his back rested against the hard surface behind him. A reversal of the way he’d first known her. He stared down at her for just a moment longer than he had meant to, his mind drawing a blank before realizing what he had done, forgetting where he was and what was happening. Lifting his own weapon he continued firing, his mind racing as he tried to remember duty above whatever memories he had of her. He was half sure she could feel the way his heart pounded in his chest as she pressed up against him. Luckily, he could blame it on the adrenaline of the fight.
The enemy was swiftly handled and upon realizing they had downed the last, Rory’s eyes drifted up to look at him, finally realizing the rather compromising position they had been caught in through her own volition. She stepped back, and brushed her fingers through her hair as she cleared her throat. He couldn’t help but tilt his head and give her a quick smirk, especially as she refused to bring her eyes back to his.
“We should head upstairs, check on Nikolai.”
“And what of the girls, sir?” Her eyes dragged back to carve into him.
Christ, she was an insistent little thing. “What of them, Sergeant? That isn’t the mission. Thought you said you could follow an order?” He looked at her through his brow. “I put you on comms, didn’t think you’d fly off the handle. I expect a goddamn explanation.”
“I did what I had to.”
“Fuckin’ bollocks.”
“Don’t you dare say that to me,” she seethed. “If my record weren’t as fucking blacked out as it is, you’d know why I went in there.”
“Don’t raise your voice at me, Sergeant,” Price warned.
Rory lowered her volume, but the fight remained in her eyes. “If you had any idea of even half the shit I’ve seen…”
He loomed over her, his chest pressing up against her, his glare dug into her while his voice stayed low, daring her to answer back. “Go on, tell me.”
Her lips parted to speak, but before she could, a loud groan from down the hall caught their attention. One of the Bratva they thought they had killed was still clinging to life amongst his fallen comrades. They both leaned out from their cover position, looking at one another with cocked brows before slowly creeping down the hall together, their weapons at the ready.
At the base of the stairs, a bloodied hand gripped at the railing as the last surviving Bratva soldier tried to pull himself up. Moaning like the living dead as he crawled forward, blood streaking the floor and the wall.
The scowl on her face reappeared and her hand reached out, gripping onto the collar of the man's tracksuit jacket as she pushed him back against the wall. Another groan and his hazy stare flitted between her and Price, his vision swimming with the loss of blood. Hand slipping from his collar and wrapping around his throat as she squeezed. “I'm guessing whoever's in charge isn't the type to get their hands dirty, eh? Where's your boss?” Her voice dropped an octave, low and cold as she threatened the man.
Meeting her with a blank stare, the Bratva soldier’s brow lifted as he spat out blood, giving her no other response. Shoving his head back against the wall once more, a heavy thud banged off the cement. “Your boss, where is he?”
“Sinclair,” Price barked her name, getting her attention. Straightening himself upright as he folded his arms over his chest, casting an intimidating shadow over her and the injured Bratva soldier – it was clear she had forgotten she wasn’t in England anymore.
Rory looked over her shoulder back at Price. “Yes, Captain?”
“I don't think our friend here speaks English.” His head tipped to the side and his brow rose as he looked at her.
She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Care to do the honors then, sir?”
“It'd be my pleasure.”
Rory continued to hold the man against the wall as his hands pressed at his gut, the blood continuing to pump between his fingers, and Price crept closer.
<Russian>: “Where's your boss? We wanna have a chat.”
The Bratva soldier's gaze couldn't seem to rise high enough to meet Price. The color fading from his face quickly. There was no fight left in him whatsoever. <Russian>: “Upstairs. VIP room. Entertaining guests.”
Price nodded. “Right, let him go. We're headed upstairs.” He stepped past the man, lifting his boot over the blood stains left behind and the bodies piled together to climb the stairs.
“Should I put him out of his misery?” She looked over at him as if to gauge the level of mercy they were willing to show in this fight.
“Not worth it,” he said with a shake of his head.
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Upstairs, the club was nearly entirely empty now. Most of the staff had exited along with the patrons that had been partying when they had arrived. The dance music still played but there was no one there left to enjoy it, and Rory was pleased as punch. Knowing that she was so close to getting her hands on the man who controlled this operation, she had become a dog with a bone, not willing to let this go.
The VIP room was deserted except for just a few personal bodyguards and one man still sat on the quilted black polyvinyl couch, his arms outstretched across the back of it, seemingly unbothered by the interruption created by the two strangers. An older man with greying hair, the Bratva boss in charge of the establishment, fixed his suit jacket and looked between his two new guests, expecting to get some sort of answer from them through the intimidation of his presence and position of power alone. “Do you know how much of a problem you’ve caused?”
“‘Bout to become more of one.” Price lifted his weapon and shot the last two guards left.
“Do you have any idea who I am?” The man snarled, sitting forward in his seat, the guise of being relaxed falling away instantly.
“Someone with answers.” Rory aimed her weapon and shot both of the Bratva boss’ kneecaps, shattering them on impact with her bullets. She didn’t just want answers, she needed them, and she wasn’t going to ask nicely.
The Russian screamed, guttural and animalistic as he slid over into the couch, his fingers slipping over the manmade material as he tried to grip at it while overcome by pain.
Price didn’t shift, he didn’t flinch, he didn’t even try to stop her now. Remaining completely sturdy. Stoic . Taking a slightly wider stance as he crossed his arms over his chest once more. He was letting her take the lead on this.
Slipping the butterfly knife from her jeans, she walked over to one of the lamps in the room, pulling the cord out of the wall before slicing it off and using it to bind the boss’ hands. Grabbing at them roughly, she tied the knot tight, to the point where his hands started to change colour in a few short moments, and stood over him, twirling the knife in her hand. “Here’s the deal, yeah? You answer our questions, or I turn you into a human pin cushion. Starting with your extremities first. Understood?”
<Russian>: “Fuck you.”
She jammed the knife down into his thigh, turning the blade slightly. “And you’re going to answer in the Queen’s English.” Prying it back out with a jerk.
The Russian shuddered, his whole body shaking from the pain that racked him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? You think this will stop anything? <Russian>: “Fucking bitch.” He looked her up and down as spit clung to his lip.
Puncturing his flesh once more, stabbing the knife in just inches from the last wound she’d left, she spoke through gritted teeth, the patience and passivity slipping away from her. “What did I say?”
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” His eyes were wide with blind rage.
“A very dangerous woman,” she husked, pulling the knife out of his leg once more and wiping the blood off on his shirt. “I want information, and I want it now. Zorokov . I know you’re working with him, why ? What does he get from this?”
“You mean other than more fucking money?” he spat.
“How does it benefit him being tied to you ?”
“I don’t have to say anything. You’ve no jurisdiction here.”
She hummed. “You’re right.”
Pulling the cigarette pack from the inside pocket of her coat, she slipped one out and placed it to her lips. Collecting her lighter, the flame flickered over the tip as she inhaled. Burning bright, she pulled it from her mouth and tilted her head back blowing a stream of smoke up towards the ceiling. She felt that sudden rush of anger that always swept through her before an interrogation, and then the control that she used over it, closing off that part of herself that still believed in human decency, in mercy . Warm hazel eyes that usually sparkled with life became deep and empty, sizing up the man before her like a predator with its prey before it would strike.
“Which is precisely why I can do this.” Stabbing the cigarette into the flesh of his neck, Rory dotted the smoking amber tip against his skin over and over again leaving bright red burns behind.
“Fuck!” He roared, wriggling and writhing away from the cigarette like the snake he was. Willing to make others suffer, but not willing to endure the pain himself. A man playing at being hard.
“Answer my questions and I can make it stop.”
“Fine! Fine!”
She pulled the cigarette away and brought it back to her lips, staring down at him expressionless, the bright orange glow of the end reflecting in her eyes as the ashes spilled off of it.
The Russian took several strained breaths, glaring at her as if looks could kill. “You have no idea what you’ve done, little girl. No idea of who you’re dealing with, how deep this goes.”
“Do tell.”
Rory moved to stand near the captain, noticing that his attention had been kept on her during the proceedings. That despite the furrowed brow and narrowed eyes, there was something in his tightly clenched jaw that made him look as though he was trying to suppress something. That perhaps for as little as they really knew about each other, Price had fallen prey to the way everyone else saw her or the way he remembered her, and the image he had of her was being shattered. Threatening a man was second nature to her now. The good-natured part of her, the one that wanted to help people and save the world, the one that made her vulnerable and soft could so easily be turned off in order for her to become the wolf she always said she was.
“It’s lucrative business – drugs and women – always has been, always will be,” the Bratva head rasped. “The world’s oldest profession.”
She blew out another mouthful of smoke, her tongue running over her bottom lip. “And you’re making them do it against their will.”
“These women come from the assholes of the world, I’m giving them opportunity. They’re certainly better off with me than others.”
Her molars ground against each other as she fought to keep down the bile and vitriol that wanted to spit from her. The tremor returned, shaking through her hand and causing her fingers to lock. Price’s eyes dropped to notice the violent shaking that travelled up her arm and the way her hand curled into a fist as she tried to stop it. She couldn’t keep the fury down, her body burning up inside, feeling forced to unleash it. “You son of a bitch!”
Price was quick to hold her back with one arm outstretched across her body. This wasn’t an argument, it was an interrogation and she was losing sight of that, making it personal. Clearer heads had to preside, so he continued the questioning for her. “Who else is he tied up with? Can’t just be one man.”
The Russian chuckled, “Mr. Zorokov has many business partners,” he said with a shrug. “Transactions don’t just happen here.”
“Where are the women coming from?” Rory returned to her line of questioning, her stomach dropping, fearing the answer. She had a feeling she already knew.
“All over. Europe, Middle East, Asia, South America. Doesn’t matter, as long as they come from somewhere where no one will miss them.”
“Christ,” she snarled, lip curling with disgust. Untapped rage boiled under the skin and within the folds of her grey matter. “I should kill you right now.”
“Calm down,” John commanded her under his breath in a husky whisper, his nose wrinkling as he sneered. His attention returned to the prisoner they interrogated. “We let you live, you give up everything you’ve got on Zorokov. We ignore the drugs – it’s not what we’re here for anyway. This business, the front it offers, still all yours.”
She could only stare at her commanding officer as if he had betrayed her, making a deal with a criminal of this sort. Her arm continued to tremble at the thought of a bastard like that getting away with what he had done, his crimes left unpunished.
“I would take the offer if I were you,” Price added, noticing as the Russian seemed to debate with a furrowed brow over the course of action he had just been delivered.
A slimy grin slid across the lips of the Bratva boss. “What’s mine is yours.”
Rory scoffed, turning and marching out of the room, unable to stomach what she had just witnessed, becoming all the more disillusioned with the world.
Out of the sight of the prisoner, Price grabbed her arm, slowing her to a halt as she headed towards the back once more. “Hey! Where the hell do you think you’re off to?”
“You just made a deal with a man who confessed to forcing women into servitude!”
He sighed and his face flinched. “Sometimes you have to make deals with the better of two evils – hell, sometimes it’s with the worse of ‘em. We don’t have the time or the opportunity to be making moral stances here. This is to stop a fuckin’ war, Sergeant. We’re soldiers. You should know that already.”
“But after everything –”
His grip on her arm tightened, his fingers squeezing her. His hard gaze kept on her as he spoke confidently, “He’ll get what’s comin’ to ‘im.”
“He better.”
Price’s hand slipped from her arm, letting her pull away. There was an unspoken promise between them now. Unfinished business that would need to be dealt with, another mess to clean up at a later date, but for now they needed to meet back up with Nikolai and retrieve the intel they had come here for.
Returning to the landing in the back, Nikolai descended the steps carrying the laptop and log books under his arm, and looked between the two soldiers, the tension between them was obvious. “Captain?”
“Head out to the van, Nik. Get it started,” Price ordered. “Need to make a quick exit. We’ve got some unexpected guests coming to join us.”
“Guests?” Nikolai asked, not sure what exactly that meant.
She could feel Price’s gaze on her now, a lingering glance and her eyes lifted to meet his. Her brow was cocked, surprise invading her stare. After everything that had just occurred, after the speech he gave her, she was stunned to find he would actually take her concerns seriously, not expecting him to actually stop and help.
“Six of ‘em.”
“Really?” she was apprehensive to trust. Every experience she had had with a situation like this before proved otherwise.
Price took his eyes off of her, remaining hardened. Shifting his broad shoulders. Keeping up appearances. “Don’t get used to it,” he said gruffly. “This isn’t protocol.”
“What about this mission has been so far, sir?” she scoffed.
His mouth twitched into a grimace. “You know there’s likely gonna be more where they came from once we leave, yeah? This won’t stop it.”
“Yeah. I know.”
It was the worst part of the entire scenario. No matter how much good she tried to do, no matter how many people she tried to save, there were always forces out there with more power who would just continue. More lives stolen. Ruined . But even six lives saved did more for her conscience than she could admit. They just might help her get some sleep at night.
“Well, let’s not fuck about.”
He gave her a nod and it was all she needed to know what was expected of her next. They would be headed downstairs, they would free those women. She could find a little peace.
#call of duty#fan fiction#john price#john price x oc#oc: rory sinclair#fic: all along the watchtower#chapter 6
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{i am the caretaker of souls} If anyone is inclined, please go poke my former mafia muse Luther? He’s a canon character from the TV series Red Widow. I have a ton of muse for him right now. I feel like I could get some more activity for him if I just put him here, but I just can’t do it, heh. He was the second muse I ever brought to Tumblr some five and a half years ago, and although I’ve let his blog go pretty much dead, I’ve always had a soft spot for him. I’d love to bring him back again, so go bother him if you like.
His blog is here: @armed-and-alxne. I’ll put a little description of him under the cut for anyone interested.
Luther’s a lot more complex than the average mafia guy, and has a better moral compass than one usually has too. He’s naturally talented as hand-to-hand fighting, but also knows his way around many types of guns and ammo as well as knives. Having said that, he loves children and keeping people safe, and of all the roles he played in his boss’ bratva (Russian mafia family), bodyguard work, especially protecting women and children of the family, was what he enjoyed the most.
For Marvel fans, imagine someone with a core personality like a combination of Steve Rogers’ and Pietro Maximoff’s with regard to justice, protecting the little guy, and respect for women. Now have him picked up from a broken home and off the streets by a very evil man at the tender age of twelve and brainwashed through mental conditioning and physical abuse to believe that he owes this man his life in service, and to believe that there’s something inherently less-than about him. To believe that he should feel privileged to serve “the family.”
Both trauma and honor/loyalty keep him bound to this man and his family for 29 years until he’s asked to do something horrific that goes against his own moral code. The brainwashing forces him to do it anyway, but it breaks him a little from that moment on, and the coverup he’s forced to maintain afterward slowly eats away at his conscience. He’s truly remorseful, and the shocking nature of what he was ordered to do really opens his eyes to the evil of the man he serves. It’s what finally begins to break down the conditioning and allows him to finally stand up to the man who essentially took his life from him. Luther quits the life, helps set up his boss to be arrested by the feds, and at least in my interpretation of him, he leaves San Francisco never to return and attempts to go straight and start over somewhere else.
There are a lot of potential starters that I can work with. If he sees someone in trouble, especially a female muse, he would intervene. Any muses who are on the run from the law or people who want to hurt them, he’d be sympathetic and can certainly identify. Any muses who are at a crisis point in their lives, not knowing where to go or what to do, having left a bad situation, or who are just trying to figure out who they are, Luther can also relate to that. He’s also going to be looking for work, and he’d most likely be looking for security or bodyguard work, since that’s what he loves to do. Your muse could hire him as a bodyguard for a while, heh. Like I said, there are lots of potential starter ideas.
If you have any questions about him, want to send him something, or having anything else you want to send, feel free to jump in my inbox on his blog.
#{ i am the caretaker of souls } ᵒᵒᶜ#tw: brainwashing mention#tw: child abuse mention#{i really should just move him here}#{but i put so much work into his blog back in the day}#{it feels like his home haha}
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Review of Bound by Honor by Cora Reilly.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐/5
*contains topics/scenes that may trigger some such as abuse and murder*
Premise: This book follows Aria Scuderi the mafia princess/oldest daughter of the Chicago Outfit and Luca Vitiello the mafia prince/oldest son and future Capo of the New York Famiglia. Aria is known for her beautiful looks and is thrown into an arranged marriage with Luca in order to strengthen the bonds between Chicago and New York to protect themselves against the Bratva and the Taiwanese. Aria is terrified of Luca because he is known for being a cold monster who choked his cousin to death with his two hands. However, Aria realizes that the cold exterior doesn’t exactly have roots inside his heart.
My Thoughts: This book was the first book I’ve read by Cora Reilly and it will definitely not be my last! This book was addicting from start to finish and I finished it one day. It had a good amount of action and wasn’t super intimidating or gory. I loved that Aria never gave up on Luca and had the courage to make their marriage work. I also loved how Luca didn’t force anything against Aria and was considerate of her thoughts and feelings. I appreciated that Aria wasn’t a very whiny character and she was a headstrong heroine. I’ve added Luca to my list of book boyfriends already. He is such a charming character once you get to know him, and the way he acts toward Aria melts my heart. His character development is amazing!!! I can already tell that Luca and Aria will be my favorite couple in the Born in Blood Mafia series. 💞
Cons: -Not much plot (really didn’t mind it though and actually kinda loved it) -Aria’s siblings were kinda annoying honestly but it didn’t really deter my love for this book.
Final Thoughts: I loved it and would recommend it to anyone. This is a great first book to read if you’re jumping into the mafia/mob romance category. The steamy scenes were also very... *blushes*
#boundbyhonor#cora reilly#romance-books#romance#romantic#romancebook#mafia#mafiaromance#mobromance#borninbloodchronicles#luca vitiello#aria scuderi#chicago outfit#new york famiglia#bookreview#bookreader#book#books#boundbyhonorreview#aesthetic#like#follow#tumblr#bookish#read#bookworm#reading#bookstagram#instabooks#bookcommunity
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These are the 42 books I read in last March! So many books I know … it suprised myself!
During that month I could finally finish some serie like the Morgan Dane serie by Melinda Leigh, the Mercy Kirkpatrick serie by Kendra Elliot to name a few. I’m very pleased with myself.
So let’s started with my “deceptions” included the ones that I actually DNF:
- “Claiming Marcus” by Jocelynn Drake
- “The Guy On The Right” by Kate Stewart
- “Addicted To You” by Krista & Becca Ritchie
- “Only You” by Melanie Harlow
- “Devious Lies” by Parker S. Huntington
- “Guarding Morgan” by R.J. Scott
- “Reckless Hate” by Thandiwe Mpofu
- “The Bratva’s Bride” by Jane Henry
These are my 4 stars:
- “Killing Floor” by Lee Child
- “Moon Called” by Patricia Briggs
- “Un Homme Comme Lui” by Charlotte Orcival
- “The Duchess Deal” by Tessa Dare
- “The Trouble With You” by L.A. Cotton
- “Beautiful Liar” by Lauren Rowe
- “Sweet Temptation” by Cora Reilly
- “Steadfast” by Sarina Bowen
- “Thorn” by Tracy Lorraine
- “The Cruelest Stranger” by Winter Renshaw
- “Rhapsodic” by Laura Thalassa
- “Surrender” by Fiona Cole
- “Vanishing Girls” by Lisa Regan
- “Undeniable” by Melanie Harlow
- “Enamoured” by Giana Darling
- “Blood Bound” by Patricia Briggs
- “A Merciful Promise” by Kendra Elliot
- “A Bone To Pick” by Melinda Leigh
- “Whispers Of Bone” by Melinda Leigh
Finally my 5 stars starting with my “4.5″:
- “The Prince And His Bedeviled Bodyguard” by Charlie Cochet
- “Buried Alive” by Stacey Marie Brown
- “Don’t Tell A Soul” by D.K. Hood
- “Reapers And Roses” by A.R. Breck
- “A Merciful Fate” by Kendra Elliot
- “On The Way To You” by Kandi Steiner
- “I Dare You” by Shantel Tessier (a reread actually)
- “I Promise You” by Shantel Tessier
- “Secrets Never Die” by Melinda Leigh
- “Beloved Liar” by Lauren Rowe
- “Twisted Kingdom” by Rina Kent
- “Enthralled” by Giana Darling ( a reread)
- “Close To The Bone” by Kendra Elliot
- “Bred In The Bone” by Kendra Elliot
#books I read in March 2020#Jocelynn Drake#kate stewart#Krista Ritchie#becca ritchie#melanie harlow#parker s huntington#rj scott#thandiwe mpofu#jane henry#lee child#charlotte orcival#tessa dare#la cotton#lauren rowe#cora reilly#sarina bowen#tracy lorraine#winter renshaw#laura thalassa#Fiona cole#lisa regan#giana darling#kendra elliot#Melinda Leigh#charlie cochet#Stacey Marie Brown#kandi steiner#Shantel Tessier#rina kent
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Joey’s 2019 WIPs + Short Stories
This is a tentative list of written works (+ accompanying short previews) that I’ll be completing/working on for the rest of the year. Although this is in list format, the order of completion is subject to change. Thank you, all of you, for being patient with me during these past few weeks as I was finalizing a few things and getting to ready to write for the rest of 2019~!
Sleightly Out of Hand | Teen ~ Mature
Project: Original, establishing character moment, negotiations and fatal flaws
Approx. Word count: 5.5k ~ 8.5k
“When night falls, the city belongs to the mafia. So trust me, there are as many people who’d like to torture you as there are stars in the sky.”
— Diana Petrova, as she pulls her coat closer to herself while walking in the rain
On November 18th, 2016 — near the embankment of the Griboyedov Channel, there was a shootout between the St. Petersburg Police and the Bratva of Hearts. Initially, because of an anonymous tip that had been phoned-in earlier that afternoon, the police were notified of a series of threats and violence that were soon to occur within that area. Unknowingly, when they arrived at the apparent scene of the crime, they soon became a part of the statistics of those found dead or alive. With insurmountable bloodshed, hazed throughout the streets of St. Petersburg, Diana Petrova is on a personal vendetta to uncover the identity of whom had sent the anonymous tip. For a mafioso who had sworn she’d never kill, will this finally be the incident where she breaks that one and only rule for herself?
Are You Human, Too? | Teen ~ Mature
Project: BSD fanfic, Dark Era (before and after), mer!AU, narrated as a fairytale
Approx. Word count: 12k ~ 25k
“I once knew someone who had sold his soul to the Devil for the sake of his own greed. And after that, he lost all of his morals and all the people that he ever loved.”
— Dazai Osamu, perhaps a confession or a bout of reminiscence as he stares at his unwavering reflection in the water
‘Forged from the seas and branded by the Devil, there’s no other creature that could rival them in evil. They are of a soulless entity, forever wandering in hunger throughout the seven seas. They are a nuisance of a creature; but no, a noose will not set them free. They are bound to this life, if Heaven allowed, for eternity. Of all the creatures that lurk in the deep, I pray you never meet one and lose your humanity.’
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It wasn’t a coincidence that mers were often associated with misfortune and death. To encounter one meant certain doom, but Oda could decide for himself if all of that was actually true. From what little that he knew, the dichotomy of good and evil was of little importance to Dazai. Nothing thrilled him more than the elegance of his own demise, and it didn’t matter of what suffering it’d take to get there. But even so, perhaps this yearning was the only reason why Dazai was still alive. After all, this wasn’t his first life.
Night & Day | Mature ~ Explicit
Project: Original, character & relationship study, black and white morality
Approx. Word count: 15k ~ 35k
“If there’s one thing I know for certain, nothing in life is set in stone. If our words can evolve, so can we.”
— ‘Guildenstern’ Dimitrova, not a tremor seizes her before she reaches out
Neither a comment nor request stirred from Mikhail before an umbrella unfurled its canopy over his head. Above him was the willowy frame of its branches before the metal gave away to a thin, black sheet that kept the rain away. Although the rain couldn’t touch him now, its stains were on him still. Every droplet, running down him, felt like a listless finger that was admiring an object than the flesh and bone bounded to its name. Quivering from the ends of his lips was a chill and yet another before Mikhail faltered back. He could’ve fumbled, he could’ve fallen. His legs had turned to porcelain and were about ready to give out. But if Mikhail were to crumble from the face of this earth, not a drop of him would hit the ground as far as Guildenstern was concerned.
Thunder — what thunder? Rain — what rain? Not an etch of uncertainty clouded her judgment as she caught him. All the while, the umbrella followed. At least, she could spare him from the pouring rain. ‘Drenched’ could hardly describe her state of disarray. However, she seemed unperturbed by the plaster of bangs clouded over her gaze, or of the solemn raindrop that lingered after it meandered down her face. There was no reason for her to do this. And yet — when she found Mikhail, soaked to the bone as he stood at the foot of his mother’s grave, Guildenstern parted from her roof and sheltered him with her own.
It's Written In The Walls | Mature
Project: Original, character study, hostage/interrogation scene, body horror
Approx. Word count: 2.5k ~ 4.5k
“Don’t you worry, I’ve got a list with you and all of your friends on it. No one’s dying alone.”
— ‘Rosencrantz’ Sadowsky, a smile lifts the corners of their mouth
If it were a stranger to those waiting on its row, Death wouldn’t have nudged its seat closer before the start of the show. Where flickering beneath that one light bulb in the warehouse, only a fraction of it glinted from the corner of an eye. As if lost, if only for a moment, before a patchwork of shadows emerged from the other side. Roosted on the edge of their seat was Rosencrantz and seated below their gaze was a pistol, purchased for a ruble more than what was asked for it. At the moment, it was stitched between their fingers. In the next, it felt the caress of each and every one as it writhed in Rosencrantz’s hands. Along the way while doing so, stray bullets across the table tried to escape. They were caught, they were snatched, and they were locked into their place.
The pistol was heavy, but it grew lighter with every bullet until there was none. Even when all the rounds had found their way into a body, the job still wasn’t done. This was only a sign of things to come and carrying out this revenge had only just begun.
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Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - October 19th, 2018
Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! They are posted in the order I read them.
Sorry, I’m way behind in my reading guys - between writing a new story every day, work and rewatching Arrow there just aren’t enough hours in the day!
Angel multi-chapter WIP by @it-was-a-red-heeler - Oliver encounters a stripper by the name of Angel and is blown away. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15961898/chapters/37227686#workskin
seemingly impossible (but not untrue) multi-chapter WIP by @alexiablackbriar13 - Young genius historian Dr Felicity Smoak unknowingly and accidentally calls up a bewitched alchemical manuscript within the Oxford Bodleian Libraries - a book that has been lost for centuries. Descended from an old and distinguished line of witches, Felicity wants nothing to do with magic, despite her unruly and powerful abilities. But her discovery of Ashmole 782 sets the world of creatures stirring; with a mystery afoot and new, dangerous magical abilities manifesting for her to navigate, she is approached by the enigmatic vampire biochemist Professor Oliver Queen, who seems to have a deep interest in both the manuscript… and her. Based on A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16224353/chapters/37923743
Undisclosed Desires multi-chapter WIP by @green-arrows-of-karamel - People seldom show their true face to the world. Nobody knows this better than Felicity Smoak. She worked hard to get where she is and nothing, not even a nuisance like having a stalker, can stop her. When the threat proves to be more serious than she thought, Felicity is forced to hire Green Arrow Security. Her reluctance to have a bodyguard, shadowing her all day long, transforms itself into a —irrational, some would say— dislike for the man in charge of her safety. No other client had ever driven Oliver so crazy as Felicity Smoak does. That has nothing to do with her mesmerizing beauty or her astonishing intelligence but everything to do with her exasperating stubbornness. Honestly, he doesn't know what’s her problem is with him. If it wasn't because, Thea, his little sister, made him promise that he’d personally protect the woman, he would have quit months ago. It takes very little to ignite the fire between them. A single innocent comment can turn into an epic battle of vicious words, with the only purpose of irking each other. Everyone around them watches all happening from the front row. They ask themselves what will befall first… Felicity and Oliver killing each other, or realizing that they’re in love. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15808077/chapters/36794202
Pieces of Always multi-chapter WIP by @so-caffeinated and @dust2dust34 - Life continues after Forever is Composed of Nows. Ongoing non-linear collection of family moments for the Queens. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8220479/chapters/18840356
10 Rules of Rebounding multi-chapter WIP by @smkkbert - Oliver and Felicity start a sex relationship as rebounds for each other. What’s supposed to be just fun, soon gets complicated when it turns out that their work lives collide, Robert Queen fears their sexual relationship could threaten his company and an ex comes back into the play. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15403404/chapters/35749620
Bound to You multi-chapter WIP by @bindy417 - Felicity is an ARGUS agent and Oliver with the Bratva but they met long before that! This story gives the past and the present. SO AWESOME. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6602668/chapters/15105862
The Reason multi-chapter WIP by flipflops - Oliver is an Alpha and Felicity is an Omega....circumstances lead Oliver to find this out and a very bad time or maybe very good time... https://archiveofourown.org/works/15012431
Fictober 8 -”I know you do” by @tdgal1 - A continuation of the Vampire Series, Oliver reacts to Felicity knowing his secret. https://tdgal1.tumblr.com/post/178864241900/fictober-8-i-know-you-do
Deep Water multi-chapter Complete by @it-was-a-red-heeler - A Season 7 Speculation fic. So Wonderful! https://archiveofourown.org/works/15081917/chapters/34968092
Fictober18 #9 - “You shouldn’t have come here.” by @tdgal1 - A continuation of the Vampire Series, Oliver is determined to avoid Felicity. https://tdgal1.tumblr.com/post/178894350285/fictober18-9-you-shouldnt-have-come-here
Fictober18 #10 - “You think this troubles me?” by @tdgal1 - A continuation of the Vampire Series, Felicity finally makes some progress with Oliver https://tdgal1.tumblr.com/post/178921098065/fictober18-10-you-think-this-troubles-me
Love and Little Cupcakes multi-chapter WIP by @christinabeggs - Felicity loved sweets so much that she paid no attention to her lovelife. Until Thea Queen came into her store wanting fabulous cupcakes for her sixteenth birthday. SO ADORABLE! http://archiveofourown.org/works/12400539/chapters/28216053
// @emmaamelia95 // @mel-loves-all // @oliverfel4 // @green-arrows-of-karamel // @coal000 // @miriam1779 // @memcjo// @captainolicitysbedroom // @tdgal1 // @spaztronautwriter // @lalawo1// @quiveringbunny // @wrongshipper // @thebookjumper // @vaelisamaza // @myhauntedblacksoul // @lovelycssefan // @laurabelle2930 //
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Future Plans
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2NGcpYe
by Lady_Hart
One-shot Bound to You Universe: Viktor and Yuuri realize that being apart isn't an option and try to work out their future plans.
Words: 894, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 9 of Bound to You
Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov, Katsuki Hiroko
Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Yakuza, Alternate Universe - Bratva, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, You don't present until you meet your soulmate, Alpha Victor Nikiforov, Alpha Katsuki Yuuri, Omega Katsuki Yuuri, Mpreg, Morning Sickness, Trauma, Panic Attacks, Communication
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2NGcpYe
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Title: Killer Kiss
Series: Ruthless Revenge Series, Book 1
Author: Kristen Luciani
Release Date: March 7, 2022.
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Blurb:
A bratva princess needs protection from the man secretly hired to destroy her...Me.
My job was to protect the gorgeous heiress to the Ivankov mafia empire after her parents were murdered.
I thought she’d be naive and innocent like her sisters. I didn’t count on the fiery vixen princess who’d narrowly escaped the third bullet meant for her.
I need to become her savior… before I reveal myself as her devil.
She fights me with all of the anger, distrust, and stubbornness that floods her sinful body, fueling every one of my twisted desires. Her actions beg me for punishment in the form of bound wrists and the sharp sting of my palm against her flesh.
She will learn to obey.
As time goes on, I slowly forget my hatred and shelve all plans for revenge, my obsession with Kristina Ivankov swallowing me whole.
I will not lose.
I will claim my prize.
I will own the princess and her kingdom.
Forever.
KILLER KISS is book one in the explosive RUTHLESS REVENGE series by USA Today Bestselling author Kristen Luciani. It's an Age-Gap, Family Saga, Secret Identity Dark Mafia Romance that fans of Zoe Blake and Nicole Fox are sure to enjoy! This epic saga follows one couple through a steamy, pulse-pounding trilogy with a guaranteed HEA in book three. It is not a standalone.
Publisher's Note: KILLER KISS contains explicit and mature content and graphic violence that some readers might find offensive and/or triggering.
Author Bio:
Kristen Luciani is a USA Today bestselling author of steamy and suspense-filled romance. She is addicted to kickboxing, Starburst jelly beans, and dark, broken anti-heroes. She lives in New Jersey with her husband, three kids, and their adorable Boston Terrier puppy.
Mafia romance is her passion...and her poison.
Author Links:
Website - www.kristenluciani.com
Facebook Page - facebook.com/kristenlucianiauthor
Twitter - twitter.com/kristen_luciani
Instagram - instagram.com/kristen_luciani
TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@authorkristenluciani?
Amazon Author Page - https://www.amazon.com/Kristen-Luciani/e/B00OAURYGY/ref=dp_byline_cont_pop_ebooks_1 - https://amzn.to/31mHw6J
Facebook Reader Group - http://bit.ly/2iQBr5V
Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8341231.Kristen_Luciani
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Some of my favorite Olicity fanfics
Since I’ve recently started re-reading Olicity fanfiction and here’s a list of some of my faves I’ve been re-reading :)
What happened in Vegas... by Jules_Ink
It's all fun and games until you wake up hung-over and married to a stranger. Five years ago Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak made a drunken mistake that could never be corrected. After years on a hellish island he comes back as a man on a mission only to find out that what happens in Vegas doesn't always stay in Vegas. (Season One Rewrite)
In the Company of Shadows by ckksac
Felicity Smoak abandoned her entire existence after shocking events left her filled with guilt and remorse as well as heartbroken. She disappeared from the life she had built in Starling City, determined to right her wrongs. After five years of running, fate brought Oliver Queen, and the memories that led to her heartbreak, back into her life. Unwilling to trust him, yet unable to resist him when she is the cause of so much pain in his life, Felicity agrees to work with him to stop a force of evil who has Felicity in his sights.
The Darkest Hour by ckksac
Just weeks after moving to Starling City, Felicity Smoak is kidnapped for information she does not have. She endures weeks of torture before she is rescued by a man in green leather and his partner, John Diggle. As Felicity begins to put the pieces of her life back together, she realizes the trauma she suffered changed her in unexpected ways. Restless and with a driving need to help others the way the man in green helped her, she finds herself using her brilliant mind and considerable computer skills to follow a different path fraught with danger and violence. As Felicity grows closer to the Green Arrow and Diggle, helping them in their cause to save Starling City, the three struggle against unseen enemies, and discover the unexpected truth behind her kidnapping.
His Girl Wednesday by BlueBayou
Missing her interview for a position in the IT department of QC, Felicity Smoak meets Oliver Queen, son of the CEO and future CEO himself. Only Oliver doesn’t take the company as seriously as he should and after yet another fiasco with his assistant, his mother decides to take matter into her own hands and select one with more qualifications than long legs and deep cleavage. In an effort to get her off his back, he pretends he already hired one: the blonde nerdy girl he met a few minutes ago
The Strings We Attach by kwrites
Felicity Smoak knows that sleeping with the boss's son goes against the rules of her summer internship at Queen Consolidated in about a hundred different ways. She knows, but it doesn't matter.
(con’t behind the cut)
Some Things Are Meant To Be by BlueBayou
Three years ago, Oliver went on a cruise on the Gambit and never came back, leaving Felicity devastated. She forced herself to move on with her life, trying to forget that the love they had shared was one she'd never get to live again.
Except Oliver didn't die on that boat. But no matter how much he wants to, he knows he can't come back. Too many things happened, and the only way to keep his loved ones safe is to stay as far away from them as possible..
***The sequel to His Girl Wednesday
Eyes on Fire by Bindy417
AU. Felicity Smoak never wanted to be a member of the cyber-terrorist group Brother Eye. For five years she's been searching for a way out with no success. When Felicity hears rumors of The Arrow, the dark and dangerous Starling City vigilante, she knows she's finally found her salvation. Determined, Felicity seeks out The Arrow. What she discovers is a world beyond anything she could've imagined and a hero who may just need saving of his own.
Caught in the Rapture by Bindy417
AU. Being the daughter of a ruthless and notorious crime lord, Felicity Smoak didn't think her life could get any worse. When her father unexpectedly sells her in marriage as a peace offering to his enemy, she quickly learns it'll take more than just her sharp intellect to survive. But what starts out as a sentence worse than death may actually be her only shot at freedom.
Bound to You by Bindy417
AU. Felicity Smoak has always wanted to make a difference in the world. Working as an analyst for a secret government agency like A.R.G.U.S. to defeat the world's deadliest criminals has given her life purpose. It's also the only way to uncover what really happened to her long lost love, Oliver Queen. When a risky mission puts Felicity in the field, she makes the ultimate discovery that will reveal the truth of her painful past and alter the course of her life forever.
Oliver on Vacation by TinaDay3W
Olicity AU. When Oliver Queen’s best friend, renowned psychiatrist Dr. John Diggle, encourages the stressed-out CEO to go on vacation, Oliver can’t believe Digg’s “vacation” choice is actually a psychiatric retreat nestled deep in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Oliver simply doesn’t think he needs this kind of intensive therapy. And he definitely doesn’t think he needs the attentions of Felicity – the frivolous, frolicking forest fairy who flits her way into his life and challenges all his assumptions. What Oliver doesn’t know is that he’ll never be so happy to be proven wrong.
Always by MachaSWicket
Felicity and Oliver have some things to talk about when they get back to Star City. You know, once they can keep their hands off of each other long enough for things like talking.
Kiss Me So Sweet and So Soft by MachaSWicket
Post-episode for 6x03; picks up, hmmm, let’s say fifteen minutes from the moment Felicity pushed Oliver out of frame.
Deceive, Inveigle, and Obfuscate by MachaSWicket
When a threat to Felicity's safety isn't something that Oliver can put arrows in, the team has to look for different kinds of solutions to assorted legal problems. Diverges from canon during S2 mid-season
Long Time Coming by MachaSWicket
How Oliver and Felicity turned all that blistering UST to RST. Finally.
I Woke Up Like This by MachaSWicket
The morning after the night before. Felicity isn’t feeling flawless. Adult content (sexytimes).
Handprints and Good Grips by MachaSWicket
So, yeah. It turns out that beard burn is an actual thing. Felicity navigates the change in her relationship with Oliver with her typical wordy aplomb.
Took 45 Minutes to Get All Dressed Up by MachaSWicket
Honestly, her breathing is still a little unsteady, though she chooses to blame that on the last five minute frenzy of getting dressed and down to the car, and not, you know, certain *other* recent activities involving Oliver. Written as part of the Flawless series, but each story can be read independently.
Healing Touch by hope27
Felicity tries to sleep the night after The Count takes her hostage, but nightmares keep waking her up. When Oliver shows up at her door, they both come to some new realizations about their relationship.
somewhere beyond the darkness (there is light) by hope27
After Slade is defeated, after their conversation on the island, after they return to Starling City, Oliver and Felicity try to figure out where they stand and where to go from here.
What Happens In Russia... by hope27
When Diggle disappears, Oliver and Felicity travel to Russia to track him down. But their trip is interrupted by the presence of Isabel Rochev, and things do not go as planned. What happens in Russia doesn't always stay in Russia...
Somehere Only We Know by hope27
Oliver and Felicity find themselves seeking each other out when they need someone to lean on. Their friendship begins to grow, lines being blurred between friendship and something more.
Six Times Felicity Uses Post-It Notes and One Time Oliver Does by hope27
Six times Felicity uses post-it notes to tell Oliver something and one time Oliver does.
Checkmate by hope27
When a mission goes terribly wrong and a new foe is back, Felicity finds herself rushing to a safehouse with Oliver not far behind. They both realize that they are tired of wasting time...
Indecent Proposal by BookofLife
She hadn't known what to do... so she'd said yes. To Slade Wilson. For Oliver and all the people he cared for. But she'd had no idea, no clue, just how far this would go. And that in making this sacrifice, she was playing directly into Slade's hands. OR, how Oliver would gladly - and literally - go from 'you made me a hero Slade' to 'this is me killing you'.
What Wouldn't I Do by BookofLife
We all know that Slade killed Oliver's mother: we were there, we saw it. But where was Felicity? What would she have done if she'd known? How would it have changed things?
That Happened by BookofLife
What could have happened 2.23 (and because I am absurd).
The Phoenix by SuperSillyAndDorky06
Felicity Smoak fell in love with the broody, intense Oliver Queen, Captain of the Russian Bratva, ages ago but he broke her heart. So, when the sudden marriage between them is arranged, she does not understand it and she does not want it. Except Oliver Queen is not only a harder man to live with than she realized, he also has no intention of letting her go.
You Have (Not) Failed This 'Verse by So_Caffeinated
Sometimes a payday ain't exactly what it seems. (Arrow/Firefly crossover)
All Along the Watchtower (Pacific Rim AU) by Ambrosia
A calm silence filled the lift. It took approximately sixty seconds for them to get up to the Watchtower, but it seemed like an eternity. And Felicity started an inner monologue that would have dwarfed the best super villains. Was it uncomfortable? Was it awkward? Oh, god, it was probably awkward.
(Or, That One Time Felicity Smoak Designed Oliver Queen's Jaeger)
What Would Hildy Johnson Do? by seren_ccd
“Look, you wanted a Girl Friday, you’re going to get a Girl Friday” aka five times Felicity decides to channel Hildy Johnson and tell it like it is. Snark, pop culture references, hugs and pocket universes ensue.
The Reluctant Queen by December_Daughter
Oliver Queen's life is irrevocably changed the day Felicity Smoak sets foot in his office. And it has surprisingly little to do with the fact that the first time they meet, she's blackmailing him into a marriage.
The Bratva didn't prepare him for this (and Digg is never going to let him forget it).
Little Talks by December_Daughter
When Felicity is attacked, Oliver realizes that he knows almost nothing about her; in the course of helping her deal with what's happened, he's determined to prove that they are friends - despite Felicity's insistence that it's too complicated. The problem, he soon discovers, is that he wants to be more than just her friend.
The Crow by poisonangelmuse, TheAlternativeSource
Bratva Captain Oliver Queen has been looking for revenge his entire life. When he can’t trust his own family, the Bratva to get it, he finds the answer to all of his problems in Felicity Smoak; a genius hacker who is running for her life from the same object of Oliver’s hatred, The Triad. With an unlikely partnership, The Crow might just find out that light can shine in the darkest of places.
I want you close, I want you (I won't treat you like you're typical) by sarcastic_fina
[Pre-Island AU] When Oliver Queen meets Felicity Smoak, he's a billionaire playboy who likes the challenge. But she's not interested in being a notch on his bedpost and he has to decide if the life he leads is worth losing someone as remarkable as her.
I will make sure to keep my distance (say "I love you" when you're not listening) by sarcastic_fina
"So this is it. This is me making it really easy. Because when I walk away, there's no more rewrites. No more waiting for the day you change your mind… No more expectations. You get one chance, Oliver, and then I pull the plug."
Baggage Reclaim by wagamiller
Oliver walks out into the small crowd of press like it’s no big deal, like paparazzi and shouting always greet his return home. Actually, come to think of it, they probably do. Because he’s Oliver freaking Queen. Follow up to In-Flight Entertainment, an Olicity flying!AU
In-Flight Entertainment by wagamiller
“Oh, you couldn’t have been a nice quiet old lady, could you?” Felicity says, because apparently her brain to mouth filter is even worse when she’s terrified. Good to know. “You had to be–” “I had to be … what?” Oliver says, raising an eyebrow. That god-damn eyebrow, though.
Olicity scared-of-flying!AU
#Olicity#Olicity fic#Olicity fic rec#grateful for all the great Olicity stories the talened authors in this fandom blessed (and keep blessing us with)#Olicityfic
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Release Blitz: Priceless (A Dark Bratva Romance) by Jane Henry
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USA Today bestselling author Jane Henry delivers a high-stakes, gritty story of forbidden romance, devastation, and taboo love that knows no bounds.
She's barely legal.
Under my protection.
Fully off-limits.
But all mine.
Ruthless is a fully stand-alone spin-off from The Wicked Doms series.
Please note: this dark romance contains mild dubious consent, elements of violence, and kinky, sexual scenes. If such subject matters offend you, please do not read.
I feel like I’m walking in a dream or a nightmare or something. I’m not sure which it is, but there’s an element of the surreal about this I can’t shake. It terrifies me. The only comfort I’ve known in my captivity has been the anonymity of obedience. If I make a move out of place, I draw attention to myself, and I learned quickly that moving a toe out of line would bring about disastrous results.
I didn’t mean to defy my master. I meant to do exactly what he told me, but when he instructs me, halting sentience stops me. I’m trying to understand, but the harder I grasp the further awareness moves out of reach.
The others leave the room, and now we’re alone. I look to the floor, unable to look in my master’s eyes. He will punish me for not obeying.
And somehow, deep inside me, a very small part of me wants him to. Why do I want him to?
I shiver, confused by the fear and anticipation that wrack my body.
“Come here.” He sits on the edge of the bed and begins to loosen his tie. I walk toward him, eager to obey. To earn his praise. I want to tell him I’m sorry, but I can’t. I’m not allowed to speak unless he gives me leave.
When I reach him he points to the floor by his feet.
“Kneel.”
I drop to my knees, eager to please him.
“Yes, master,” I whisper. “I’m sorry, master.” It feels good and right on my knees before him, like I’m supposed to be here, to show my sincere repentance. But he’s angry, so angry. The heat vibrates from him in waves that make me cower.
I flinch when his hand comes under my jaw and draws my eyes to his.
“Look at me.”
Why does he keep making me look at him? They rarely demand eye contact , but this one is bent on keeping my eyes on his.
“Sir?” I whisper. And this time, kneeling before him, when I look in his eyes, something shifts in me, like sun breaking through clouds. For one brief moment of time, I see everything, my thoughts on the very edge of remembrance. But then the clouds shift, and darkness covers awareness against.
“When I give you an instruction, you will obey,” he says. His voice is calm, but stern, and my body begins to respond with instinctive arousal. I’m not sure why, but I can’t control it.
“Yes, sir.” Will he punish me?
I need him to punish me.
USA Today Bestselling author Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.
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Not much. Rereading your Arrow fics, wish there were more.
I have a few out now. As you may have guessed, I’m more of a satirist than anything else. Pretty much all of my stories come with a wink and a nod. For instance, Still Waters is actually a commentary on feminism and a criticism on fanboy stereotypes and tropes. I’ve been writing something I call The Tolstoy Universe that is a satire of the Bratva arranged marriage trope you might like. You can find them here:
http://archiveofourown.org/series/676445
I also have a shit ton of unpublished stuff I need to post eventually. Here’s a taste of something from an upcoming chapter of Sunshine Suits Her you might enjoy:
Ollie just threw them a mischievous grin, “Don’t worry; Ipromise I’ll try to keep it down next time. The volume anyway,” he added as anaside.
“Next time?” Sam (who was still playing a fucking video gameand not helping with their group project because Ollie once againmanaged to distract everyone into doing something else) asked, “Since when doyou take on repeat business, Queen?”
“Believe it or not, I have been known to be generous onoccasion,” Ollie said smugly.
“So what? Are you planning on making this latest conquestinto a girlfriend or something?” David asked wryly.
“Naw, I already have a girlfriend,” Ollie said dismissivelyas he took out a bunch of enemy combatants on the big screen.
David blinked at that, “A girlfriend? A real girlfriend orjust a picture in your wallet that you show girls whenever they get tooclingy?”
Sam looked up at that, “Wait, so other people do that, too?I thought it was just me.”
Ollie grinned at that, “Naw, a real girlfriend, man. It’spretty serious, too. We’ve been together for a few years now actually.”
David narrowed his eyes at that, “Wait, so if you have a ‘seriousgirlfriend’ of a few years, then why are you picking uprandom chicks every other night?”
“Every other night?” Sam scoffed. “Dude, try every night,right Merlyn? Hell, because of this fucker I had to buy my own set of noisecanceling headphones just so I could get a decent night’s sleep.” He turned toOllie, “By the way, you owe me four hundred bucks.”
“Take it out of my wallet,” the other man said as he tossedit over to him.
“Damn right I will,” Sam said opening it up and pulling outseveral bills before tossing it back. As he tucked the money into his ownwallet he looked at Tommy, “How the hell do you sleep with all that shit goingon night after night anyway?”
“I don’t which is why I spent most of this morning’s lecturein a coma,” Tommy replied crossly.
David held his hand up for attention, “I still want to hearabout this ‘serious girlfriend’ that Queen here is screwing around on.”
“I’m not screwing around on Laurel,” he said with aself-conscious laugh.
“Dude, if you’re fucking someone who isn’t your girlfriendthen that’s pretty much the definition of ‘screwing around on yourgirlfriend’,” Sam said with a snort.
“First off, it’s only cheating if she finds out about it,”he said easily. “Secondly, even when Laurel has caught me she didn’t carebecause, at the end of the day, she’s my girlfriend andthose other girls were just about sex so it doesn’t count. See, the truth isthat you’ve been lied to your entire lives and you don’t even know it.”
David looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “What the hellare you babbling about?”
“I’m talking about how society wants us to think that ‘monogamy’and ‘exclusivity’ are the same thing when, the truth is, they’re not. In fact,that whole thing is just a delusion,” he said seriously.
“A delusion?” David repeated mockingly. “Do you even knowwhat that word means?”
“Yeah, I do,” Ollie told him. “It means that it’s a pipedream because being sexually bound to one person for the rest of your life isunnatural and unrealistic. I mean, think about it,” he said sweeping his eyesacross all of them, “Here we are, a bunch of guys entering our sexual peak, andyet society expects us to find a girl–or a guy,” he said gesturing towardsDavid and Brandon, “then shut our eyes and pretend we can’t see anyone but theperson we’re dating because it’s, quote, ‘wrong’ when the truth is that havingsexual feelings towards people we find attractive is normal whether we’re‘with’ someone or not and to deny that goes completely against nature,” he saidfirmly.
“I’m a young guy who likes having sex. I’m not hurting anybody. Thegirls I sleep with aren’t trying to hurt anybody. Laurel isn’t being hurtbecause she’s not here. Why, then, when my girlfriend is two states and twohundred and sixty miles away, should I deny myself pleasure and companionship?Why should I waste the most exciting time of my life, probably the last timeI’ll ever have to really enjoy my freedom before I have to get married andenter a corporate hellhole, by sitting in my room alone, night after night,just because I’m ‘in a relationship’?” Ollie asked with a knowing hum, “You wantto know why? It’s because a few puritanical types can’t seem to accept the factthat just because you’re sleeping with other people it doesn’t necessarily meanyou’re committing the ‘sin’ of adultery,” he said off-handedly. “After all, thedefinition of ‘adultery’ is sex between a married person and someone other thanhis or her spouse and we’re not married. ‘Cheating’ would imply that I’mbetraying Laurel or that I’m being disloyal in some way and I’m not. I’mextremely loyal to Laurel and we’ll probably even get married sooner or later.Right now though I’m still a free agent and I want to enjoy my freedom while Ican but,” he paused dramatically, holding one finger inthe air in emphasis, “that doesn’t change how I feel about her;it just means I’m horny.”
Everyone fell silent so they could mull that one over.
“Brother, I’ll give you props for stringing together apretty solid argument but, just like my grandma used to say, ‘Just becauseyou’re crocheting with bullshit, that don’t change the stink’,” Sam told him.
Brandon looked at him and shook his head, “What the helldoes that even mean?”
“I don’t know but my grandma used to say it all the time,”the other man shrugged. “That and, ‘If wishes were horses then y’allmotherfuckers would be headed to the glue factory’.”
“Yeah, I don’t know about LaRoche’s grandma or afghans madeof shit, but I do know that Queen might want to invest in a new dictionarybefore his girlfriend sends him to the glue factory,”David said at last.
“Look, Laurel’s in Yale and I’m here in Cambridge,” theother man said reasonably. “She knows I fuck around on her with other girls and,for all I know, she’s out there doing the same thing with other guys, but do Ilook worried? No,” he said answering his own question. “Want to know why?”
“God help me, but I do,” David said reluctantly.
“Because, at the end of the day, if someone asks her ‘Do youhave a boyfriend?’ I know her answer will always be, ‘Yes I do and his name isOliver Queen’,” he said smugly.
David nodded in understanding, “Okay, so what you’re sayingis that you and your girlfriend have an open relationship.”
“No, we have a regular relationship but whenever she catchesme messing around with other girls she just yells at me for about twentyminutes or so then, after she gets it out of her system, I get her to forgiveme by promising not to do it anymore followed by lots of really hot make-upsex,” Ollie said with a shrug. “Actually, if you think about it, my cheating onher on a regular basis is probably the reason our relationship works half aswell as it does.”
“Someday I want tolive on Ollie’s planet,” Sam said seriously. “I think I’d be really happythere.”
“Damn straight,” Ollie told him before pausing the game andlooking directly at David. “Word of advice, dude: The reason I’ve managed tomake it work with Laurel for as long as I have is because I figured out a longtime ago that when I’m happy, she’s happy, and getting laid on the regularmakes me happy while having me recommit myself to our relationship whenever shecatches me makes her happy in return. You could have the same thing but first you’vegot to break free of all these stupid ideas society has about what does anddoesn’t constitute a healthy relationship. Once you do that, you’re gold.”
The other man folded his lips at that and nodded slowly,“Okay, sure; that makes perfect sense—not. But whatever works for you, right?”
“It does work,” Ollie insisted. “I’m living proof.”
“Yeah, okay; I’lljust take your word for it,” David said dubiously.
“You don’t see it but the proof is in the pudding,” Olliesaid with a superior air. “After all, I’ve been in a stable relationship foralmost two years and I’m getting laid every single night whereas you want to bein a relationship and yet you haven’t had sex in how long?”
“Too long,” the other man admitted reluctantly.
“Exactly,” Ollie concluded smugly. “You know, I should reallygive up on this whole Harvard thing and just write a book or something,” henodded to himself. “I have a feeling that a lot of guys could really benefitfrom what I have to say.”
“Right,” David said slowly, “You keep believing that, Queen,and, should you survive the horde of rampaging women out to string you up byyour disease-ridden testicles, I promise I’ll be the first one in line to buythat book.”
“You do that,” Ollie said seemingly unperturbed by the otherman’s obvious sarcasm, “When you do I’ll even sign it for you.” He held up hishands and gestured midair, “To David; may all of your cats be healthy and noteat your corpse when you eventually die of perpetual horniness. Love, Ollie;the guy who actually got laid within the last decade’.”
“Damn, that was harsh,” Sam said with a snicker.
“And, unfortunately, probably true,” David said miserably.
Tommy let out a huff of frustration, “Look Ollie, if you’redone bragging about your sex addiction, I meant what I said: No more ass in theapartment, especially during the week. Take that shit to a hotel or her place, butnot here.”
“Oh, come on! We weren’t *that* loud,” the disease carryingsex addict scoffed.
“Bull. Shit,” he snapped; now well past the point of givinga fuck.
“Bullshit is right,” Sam agreed. “It sounded like you weretrying to lay asphalt the way you were jackhammering away last night.”
“It wasn’t that bad,” the other man said with a grin.
“It was that bad,” Tommy tossed back. “Seriously Ollie, notto rain on your slut parade but I need some goddamn sleep every once in awhile, y’know? Last night the noise got so bad I nearly took my blankie over toBrandon’s crib to crash on his couch.”
“If it was that bad then you should’ve,” Ollie shrugged in away that said he couldn’t care less.
“Maybe next time I will!” he countered.
Hope you enjoyed the prezzie. :)
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Excerpt Reveal for PRICELESS: A Dark Bratva Romance by Jane Henry. @ArdentPRose
Excerpt Reveal for PRICELESS: A Dark Bratva Romance by Jane Henry. @ArdentPRose
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USA Today bestselling author Jane Henry delivers a high-stakes, gritty story of forbidden romance, devastation, and taboo love that knows no bounds.
She’s barely legal.
Under my protection.
Fully off-limits.
But all mine.
Ruthless is a fully stand-alone spin-off from The Wicked Doms series.
Please note: this dark romance contains mild dubious consent, elements of violence, and…
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Cover Reveal ~ Priceless: A Dark Bratva Romance by Jane Henry
Cover Reveal ~ Priceless: A Dark Bratva Romance by Jane Henry
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USA Today bestselling author Jane Henry delivers a high-stakes, gritty story of forbidden romance, devastation, and taboo love that knows no bounds.
She’s barely legal.
Under my protection.
Fully off-limits.
But all mine.
Ruthless is a fully stand-alone spin-off from The Wicked Doms series.
Please note: this dark romance contains mild dubious consent, elements of…
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Future Plans
by Lady_Hart
One-shot Bound to You Universe: Viktor and Yuuri realize that being apart isn't an option and try to work out their future plans.
Words: 894, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 9 of Bound to You
Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov, Katsuki Hiroko
Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Yakuza, Alternate Universe - Bratva, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, You don't present until you meet your soulmate, Alpha Victor Nikiforov, Alpha Katsuki Yuuri, Omega Katsuki Yuuri, Mpreg, Morning Sickness, Trauma, Panic Attacks, Communication
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Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - January 12th, 2018
Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! They are posted in the order I read them. OSS2017 are the Olicity Secret Santa entries I’ve read so far.
Technical Assistance multi-chapter by @thatmasquedgirl - Felicity Smoak swore she'd provide technical assistance to all who need it. She's just not prepared for her newest client. A story that shows another way Felicity and Oliver could have met. Each chapter contains a bonus scene at the end. Olicity undertones, with a definite slow burn. Originally started as a one-shot of the same name. Complete. http://archiveofourown.org/works/1359190/chapters/2838451
Sparks and Flutters by @christinabeggs - OSS2017 Felicity works as an interior design assistant to Laurel Lance and they are asked to design Oliver's party. https://olicitysecretsanta.tumblr.com/post/168890109156/sparks-and-flutters
By Your Side by @queeningrid - OSS2017 Oliver and Felicity's first two Christmases as a married couple https://olicitysecretsanta.tumblr.com/post/168892851319/by-your-side
Holiday Glitter by @crazycrystal10 - OSS2017 A look into Olicity's future in Season 6 https://olicitysecretsanta.tumblr.com/post/168892331940/holiday-glitter-an-olicity-one-shot-for-vanessa
Don't Go To Bed Angry by @laureningall - OSS2017 last minute change in plans leads to some sharp words between our happy couple. A few days apart leaves plenty of time for each of them to regret their words. Will Oliver be able to keep his promise never to miss a family holiday? https://olicitysecretsanta.tumblr.com/post/168895514563/dont-go-to-bed-angry
Untitled by @bowsmoakandarrow - OSS2017 Felicity meets Oliver on a Christmas Tree lot! https://olicitysecretsanta.tumblr.com/post/168894945662/to-laureningall-from-bowsmoakandarrow-it
The Sounds of Christmas by @bandanab310 - OSS2017 Oliver and Felicity second Christmas after being married https://olicitysecretsanta.tumblr.com/post/168896063170/oss-lageniuswannabe-lisaann-fan-fic-gift-from
Time for a Story multi-chapter by @smkkbert - This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances. YOU NEED THIS STORY IN YOUR LIFE. http://archiveofourown.org/works/3912157/chapters/8757172
Planning by @lageniuswannabe - OSS2017 A look into Olicity's life after they get married https://olicitysecretsanta.tumblr.com/post/168897699181/planning
William's Dad by @cruzrogue - OSS2017 A rewrite of season 4 from when Oliver discovers he is a father to Williams’s kidnapping. AU. Oliver includes Felicity in this endeavor after he finds out he is a father. https://olicitysecretsanta.tumblr.com/post/168898249242/williams-dad
Freeze Frame, Pause, Rewind, Stop by @bri617aroundtheworld - OSS2017 Oliver and Felicity get set up on a blind date by the grandmothers https://olicitysecretsanta.tumblr.com/post/168898797109/freeze-frame-pause-rewind-stop
Tempest multi-chapter by @so-caffeinated - Three years ago, tragedy struck Julianna Queen's life. Now, she wears a mask and fights at her father's side, looking for closure and justice as she tries to find a path to move forward with her life while holding on to her past. But that may a bit more complicated than she thinks... http://archiveofourown.org/works/13309731/chapters/30461850
Up In Flames by @missyriver - OSS2017 Felicity accidentally sets her apartment on fire https://olicitysecretsanta.tumblr.com/post/168900999716/up-in-flames
Finding My Way Back To You by @Insecureneuroticcontrolfreakk - OSS2017 Oliver and his friends go on a road trip to meet up with an old friend Felicity Smoak https://olicitysecretsanta.tumblr.com/post/168899888654/secret-santa-gift
Congratulations by @teamolicity13 - Part of a series, Oliver and Felicity go for their second ultrasound to find out the baby’s gender https://teamolicity13.tumblr.com/post/169447703595/congratulations
As Easy As Falling multi-chapter by @charlinert - Felicity has just received tragic news when she meets Oliver, I believe there is hope, highly recommend but you will cry but not every chapter! http://archiveofourown.org/works/8035363/chapters/2254234
Bound to You multi-chapter by @bindy417 - Felicity is an ARGUS agent and Oliver with the Bratva but they met long before that! This story gives the past and the present. SO AWESOME. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6602668/chapters/15105862
Be My Escape multi-chapter by @smoaking-greenarrow - Felicity meets an attractive bartender one night after a failure of a date, but their pasts are more connected than either of them realize. https://archiveofourown.org/works/13301325/chapters/30441990
Best Seller by @geneshaven - Oliver Queen writes a book https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/169524616579/best-seller
We Three Queens by @smoakmonster - OSS2017 A look into three Christmas adventures of Oliver, Felicity, and William. https://olicitysecretsanta.tumblr.com/post/168905771590/we-three-queens
A Tree Full of Hope by @vaelisamaza - OSS2017 Fluffy AU with no Island back story. https://olicitysecretsanta.tumblr.com/post/168901554165/a-tree-full-of-hope
With This Ring by @geneshaven - Oliver and Felicity celebrate their wedding night https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/169599702269/with-this-ring
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