#sinn fic

[sinn-bee]

The Hanged Man

-Shen Qingqiu-

I illustrated four tarot cards as my gift for @thegoldenavenger for Fic in a box 2024, alongside a character analysis essay(?) comparing the characters to their tarot cards. And this here is the first one~

[rbchild]

Chapters: 20/34 Fandom: Tatort (TV 1970), Tatort Saarbrücken - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leo Hölzer/Adam Schürk Characters: Leo Hölzer, Adam Schürk, Esther Baumann, Pia Heinrich, Dr. Henny Wenzel Additional Tags: Case Fic, Angst, Post-Break Up, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Getting Back Together, Drugs, Undercover, Adam wechselt die Abteilung, Post-Episode: Der Fluch des Geldes (Tatort Saarbrücken), Fake Character Death, Pining, Mutual Pining, So viel Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Tatort Saarbrücken Summary:

Es war leicht für Leo und Adam, miteinander ins Bett zu fallen. Bis es dann irgendwann kompliziert wurde, und sie ihre Beziehung wieder beendet haben, noch bevor sie so richtig anfing. Danach ist alles nicht mehr so einfach zwischen ihnen. Als Adam zeitweise aus der Mordkommission abberufen wird, könnte das eine Chance sein, das angespannte Verhältnis zu verbessern. Aber sein Transfer ist nicht das, was er zu sein scheint. Vordergründig ist es Personalmangel, aufgrund dessen Adam im Rauschgiftdezernat aushelfen muss. In Wahrheit steht aber die Befürchtung im Raum, dass irgendwer dort die Ermittlungen behindert. Adam soll herausfinden, wer, und sticht dabei in ein Wespennest, das ihn bald in unerwartete Gefahr bringt.

Und diesmal ist Leo nicht da, um ihm den Rücken zu stärken.

 Kein Teil des Kidfic-Universums. Nach so vielen Teilen sollte man das vielleicht noch mal explizit erwähnen.

[crimsonlyinglilly]

No. 7: “ “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”

Alleyway | Radio Silence | “Can you hear me?”

a little late but here's day 7

Sage because the girl deserves more and Sage/Finn because they didn’t get nearly enough in canon and Finn needs something to make up for all I’m, by that I mean Dahlia, is going to put him through this month.

Oh and Henrik lives in this AU.

—--

Sage always tends to meet Mikaelsons in alleyways.

It starts with the youngest when they were all still human before the creation of the monsters to be, when a young boy with still healing scars attempted to hide from the stares and was followed into the small gap between two buildings by a predator of a human sort.

Sage followed, and the man who had planned to prey on the boy never left. They were found by one of the boy’s older brothers, the other dark haired one, Kol who gave her an appraising look after he saw the body but thanked her after introducing himself and left with the younger boy under his arm.

*

A little over two years later she’s bleeding out in an alleyway not far from the first, choking on her breath as she regretted not checking for a weapon, alone as the man had fled when he realised he wouldn’t get his fun with her dying.

“Can you hear me?” a voice called, she blinked, the world coming into focus to find the second Mikaelson boy, Kol looking down at her.

She glared up at him, not sure why he was bothering in her last moments.

“Sorry,” he shrugged, crouching down to her, “See i have an idea but i need a test subject, if this works take it as repaying you for saving Henrik. If it doesn’t, you're dead, sorry.”

Before she could muster the strength to question him he pushed his wrist to her mouth and held her head there.

She died with a taste of iron in her mouth from blood that wasn’t hers. She wakes later to his grinning face.

An experiment he had explained, it was a moment of chance that he had smelt her blood and recognized her while he had escaped his family to muse on his lost magic. He had the chance to explain the basics of what she had become and left her a ring to allow her into the daylight before he and the rest of his siblings fled to europe.

*

She only met Klaus because Henrik had recognized her.

“Sage?” the voice called her from Alice, the young sister who had snuck out of the convert to see her. For a moment she had just stared, after two and a half centuries her human life seemed more like a dream than reality sometimes, until the mind caught up.

“Henrik, you look well.” she smiled at the boy, shifting Alice to rest against her shoulder, leaving the barley conscious woman to mouth at her neck, where she had already cut.

“How-?” He asked stepping further into the alley, before she could answer him a nd pulled him back.

“Henrik, mind introducing you friend?” Klaus asked, an undercurrent of threat in his words while around Henrik,, she wondered if he knew how much like his father when he spoke like that.

“This is Sage, she saved me back when we were human, Sage this is my brother Klaus.” Henrik replies, apparently not noticing the threat as he tried to step closer.

“Sage?” he asked with a charming smile even as he held Henrik back, if she was another woman it might have worked but his charm was far too much like the men she had grown up with.

“Just Sage.” she smiled, her father may have freed her from thralldom but she had no interest in keeping him or his name alive. 

“And how-” Klaus attempted to take another step in front of Henrik only to be nearly pushed over by him.

“How are you still alive?” Henrik interrupted and Sage smothered her amusement at the look of indignation Klaus sent his way. 

“Didn’t your brother tell you?” she asked but the look of confusion on Henrik’s and irritated realistion on Klaus’s faces answered that question for her, “Kol found me before you left, he said he wanted to experiment and as i was ready dying.” she shrugged, it not quite a grand beginning of a new life but she enjoyed her new life far better than she would have the Hall’s her father’s gods offered. 

“Kol!” Klaus snarled, she may have jumped at the sudden aggression but with Alice still plastered to her front she hid it.

She had been paying attention to the rumours about the Original family and it was a well known fact that either the two oldest brothers were at each other’s throats or tearing through villages together.

“Niklaus I'm positive he had a reason for not telling us.” Henrik tried to calm the now livid, Klaus gave her a look before turning away stalking away, forcing the younger to follow.

“Yes, his own bloody amusement” Klaus snapped but slowed enough for the shorter to catch up. “I'm going to ring his neck.”

She was relieved when the ranting faded, it had been a long time since she had felt threatened by anyone and Klaus Mikaelson brought back far too many memories of her human life. 

She took Alice home and in the morning offered her a choice of freedom from her vow and made a note to herself to avoid Klaus in all future opportunities.

*

Finn was special, even if it’s a few centuries before she finds out he and his siblings were Mikealsons. It’s a few years after her meeting with Klaus and Alice had left her side to enjoy the world on her own.

She first finds him in an underground bar and watches him, she can taste the power but under the cold, impassive charm that has both men and women staring, she knows the look of someone haunted, far too like the pretty young wives with controlling husbands waiting at home. 

Moreover she notices while he only leaves with men he watches the women with more interest, with a longing,  so when she notices him watching her more than a few times she decides to get answers on the fifth night and gets him to follow her to the alleyway just outside one of the exits.

“What do you want?” he asks before she has a chance, she smiles at the clear clipped accent that is far older than those around them, his next words relieving he knew what she was made him even more interesting. “I'm not someone you can feed on.”

“You know most of the girls you’ve been watching would have to have a chance at you.” she tells him instead drawing closer, she didn’t get involved with witches much, but she could almost taste the power he had from across the room, she wanted to see how it felt to touch him.

“I can’t risk it.” He offers as she sets a hand on his chest, the honesty clear in his eyes and the steady heartbeat under her hand, even with her close enough to bite he was unafraid, instead he looks at her with curiosity and something else.

“A child.” There's a story there, but she decides to leave it for now after nearly a week of watching him. It had worked up a hunger in her that wasn’t fading the closer she got to him. He was looking at her in a way she was unfamiliar with even after centuries alive she wanted more.

“But how about me?” the words slip from her before she had really thought them through.

“What?” his mouth hangs over a little in shock and she doesn’t think she’s wanted to kiss another as much before but still she waits.

“I know you’ve been watching me and  you know what I am, you don’t need to worry about that with me.” she smirks gently backing him up against the wall but giving him room to escape if he wanted. Instead he meets her as she leans forward. At first it was gentle but it quickly grew heated until she front her feet lifted from the floor and her back against the wall.

Kissing Finn, being with him even in the quiet moments just listening to his breathing, to his heartbeat, his eyes watching her. It was like finding a part of herself that was missing, some romantic part of her wondered if this, he, was the reason she woke up in that alleyway two centuries before.

She meets the real him in the alleyway behind the bar and didn’t realise she gave her heart to him until another alleyway a century later. He admits his deepest thoughts to her even those he doesn’t place on his siblings and she confesses hers, the ones she had kept to herself since she was alive, and yet none of it ever changes how they look at each other.

Finn tells her his first tattoo was of a Dahlia flower because he had still be concerned she would harm his brother of marking something of hers and had hoped a flower of her namesake would prevent that, in the centuries while he sleeps, and coloured inks become more popular Sage thinks of one day taking Finn to get the Dahlia coloured in golds and red, as far from the black hearted woman that keeps him.   

*

Rebekah finds her while he and Finn are in the middle of convincing a young man to invite them back to his home where his wife was waiting, she does reduces the amount she kills during her time with Finn, it’s not much of a hardship since their time is precious, instead to uses the time to introduce him to as much as she can.

To give him something to dream of while he’s trapped with the witch.

However that does mean she has little patience for any intrusions 

“Sage.” The tone is cold and she can hear the superior attitude that had always grated her nerves.

“Rebekah.” she returned with a far more pleasant tone, she had Finn she wasn’t going to let a spoiled little girl ruin her night. 

She isn’t that surprised to be recognized, Klaus had insisted she sit for him when it had come to his attention she was in town, Rebekah likely had seen the portrait. Sage had sat for hours while Klaus sketched and painted while staring at one of the Mikaelson family, Rebakah sitting in the centre of her brothers. 

“You really are as much a Harlot as I remember.” Rebekah spat and Sage wanted to laugh, as if rumours from people centuries dead and forgotten, just because the Mikaelson were still haunted by their past didn’t mean she was, she had leant to leave it behind in the alleyway she had died in. 

She moves from Harold’s neck to kissing the frown from Finn’s mouth at the words. While her white knight could likely bring an Original down with little effort it would be temporary and all that would do was bring her brothers after them.

“Harry here is taking home to meet his wife,” she called back, carefully shifting them all upright to walk away. “Not all of us are so reserved, perhaps you try to branch out,” she advised, as Finn slipped an arm around both of them, leaving slightly dazed and confused Harold in the middle of them and the walked away from the Original “just because we’re centuries old doesn't mean one has to stay so old fashioned.” she turned to wave back.

She chuckles to herself at the memory of Rebekah’s expression every time afterwards.

*

Sage had lived a long time to know a trap when she saw one, so the young lady walking alone on dark streets far too close to the worst part of town with pretty petticoats that screamed wealth catches her eye, she’s played that game. Not one to interrupt another’s game she watches as the lone wandered gained three followers and ‘took a wrong turn’ into a dead end.

She arrives at the tail end of the fight to three downed men and the lady flipping a knife she had clearly taken from one of the attackers, the lady sighed, one that spoke heavily of disappointment.

“I had expected better.” The words were spoken in an upper class accent but she has to give a second glance when she registers the voice, deeper than a woman’s by far. “Oh pardon, i didn’t see you there.” he looked at her for a moment. “Were you hunting them? you're free to feed on them now.”

It was only then that Sage realised there were only two heartbeats in the alleyway, and the power she could feel from man was only slightly lesser than Finn’s.

 “I was only looking for a good fight, perhaps I should have thought better than dressing like this. I should have known it would only lure out the cowards.” The man ended his statement by flicking the knife from his hand into the remaining living man’s throat, who died quickly choking on his own blood.

“Have a good evening.” the person bid her as they slipped away, it was spoken softly and if she hadn’t just seen and heard everything, she would have been fooled, with the veil replaced they once again seemed nothing more than a lost young lady.

When she confessed the strange tale to Finn later, her love simply groaned and laid his face onto her shoulder. “You met Elijah love, I had hoped to give you a proper introduction.” 

They never do get around to a proper introduction, Elijah leaves town that night and by the time they meet it’s been centuries since that night. 

“Good evening?“ Elijah smirks, his voice oddly soft, Sage laughs and Finn’s eyes are bright with joy.

—-

Freya she doesn’t meet in an alleyway, Freya she meets in the middle of the Mikaelson’s home, Dahlia dead and her love freed.

“I’m glad to meet you sister.” Freya grinned when she had Finn finally loosen their hold on each other, and pulled her into a hug.

[kythwena]

Daniel doesn’t remember these things, but Sean does. Sean carries these scars that Daniel has no context for, wounds he never saw bleed, pain he cannot imagine.

If I Lay Here by owlmug

[chaoslaura]

What if: Adam erzählt Leo, dass er wegen ihm zurück nach Saarbrücken kam, dass es ihn nirgendwo lange gehalten hat (außer Berlin aber selbst das hat sich nicht richtig angefühlt) und dass selbst sein Vater ihn nicht länger dazu bringen kann die Distanz zu Saarbrücken zu halten. Und Leo sieht darin die große Geste die weit über alles platonische hinausgeht und wagt es in seinem Herz Hoffnung zuzulassen, die er schon bevor Adam ihn und die Stadt verlassen hat, weggedrückt hat weil er nicht das zerstören wollte was sie hatten, aber nun, wer weiß, ist die richtige Zeit gekommen um das endlich anzusprechen. Nur dass Adam nach dem großen Schritt keinen weiteren tut und alle von Leo's Versuchen nicht wahrzunehmen scheint was Leo mehr als nur verwirrt, hat er sich doch alles nur eingebildet?

Und dann haben wir Adam der noch gar nicht realisiert hat was genau es bedeutet, dass Leo ihn so stark Sehnsüchte nach Saarbrücken enwickeln lassen hat, dass Leo der einzige war mit dem er befreundet sein konnte und niemanden sonst, dass es für ihn immer nur Leo gab und in Beziehungen immer irgendetwas gefehlt hat. Aber Adam fand nie heraus was es war, und vielleicht sollte ihn jemand mal in die richtige Richtung lenken.

[matt-murdick]

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[kiame-sama]

Omggggggg Zestial would be the BEST yandere papa out there istg I love your new fic 💜💜💜

Warnings; Same for Hazbin, platonic yandere, gender neutral reader, stalking

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"This day doth become itself. With luck, Pride shall be treated to acid rain come the eve."

Zestial hummed with a pleasant smile gracing his inhuman features as he walked along the sidewalk by your side. He had been a fairly persistent companion to you ever since you struck your deal with him. Though it had been several months, you were only now adjusting to life in Hell.

That first week Zestial never left your side, and not a single sinner dared look your way for too long. The only other sinners you really interacted with were overlords and even they were rather far and few between. It wasn't easy to get used to the constant din of Hell, but you did what you could.

You were quick to warm up to your room in Zestial's manor and he often let you have free roam so long as you stayed inside. It was a very quiet place compared to the rest of Hell and you figured that Zestial was not one for being doted on or fawned over. Still, he seemed to value your presence in his home so you refused to question him on it.

Month one ended in a difficult way as you learned just why you were called a Sin Eater. You had gathered that you consumed an overlord your first day in Hell and that's likely why it took so long for the hunger to set in again. When it did finally take hold of you, Zestial was swift to intervene and found a soul of his own to satiate that howling emptiness. Returning to awareness was not pleasant but the ancient Overlord was a gentle comfort in your distressed state.

You learned to recognize the signs when your hunger was about to set in and warn Zestial of it prior to a black-out. He was always quick to aquire or procure a sinner for you and never seemed bothered by it. When you did finally question him he had just smiled and told you he knew what he agreed to by making a contract with you.

It was at the three month mark you realized the contract was both to protect you from Hell and to protect Hell from you. Zestial finally allowed Carmilla to tell you what other Sin Eaters had done prior to your arrival. There was a reason they were destroyed quickly and without mercy.

Carmilla still didn't trust you, but she trusted that Zestial had a good grasp on the unfortunate nature of your soul. It was with her approval that you started to venture out without Zestial by your side in constant. Unbeknownst to you, he simply stayed in the shadows and still followed your every step.

Now at the second day of month four he was walking with you to see Carmilla. Though it was what one could consider a sunny day in Hell, you weren't feeling as happy or pleasant as Zestial was. Something had happened that first day of the month and you were worried how Zestial would take it. Coincidentally that was also the first time Zestial truly let you navigate Hell without hovering over your shoulder.

"What weighs upon thy soul, young (Y/n)?"

Ever perceptive as always, he picked up on the way you seemed so occupied with your thoughts. Deciding to give a gentle nudge at first to see if you would share willingly. Though he did not want to command you to tell him, he still felt he needed to know what had you so distracted.

"Nothing."

"(Y/n), thy soul spins another yarn, do not presume to lie."

"I... Something happened yesterday."

"Do tell."

"it- it wasn't something big. Just... Some sinners seemed to think I had money they could take."

"Did it come to blows?"

"No... I just didn't fight back when the started taking my stuff and they left after realizing I didn't have anything they wanted."

There was a moment of silence as you tried to play it off like it wasn't a big deal, but you had managed to keep your voracious nature under control. However, Zestial was less than pleased. He was not angry that you got into a fight, he was upset you didn't call for his aid or kill the other sinners. He would rather you kill them than let others harass you and take advantage of you.

"Tell me, (Y/n), doth thou not place value on thine own life?"

"But... I thought I wasn't supposed to fight-"

"Child," Zestial interrupted, turning to face you fully, "thou art supposed to call upon me in times of strife. Thy deal is in place for a reason."

Zestial was clearly displeased and you felt genuinely bothered to have upset him especially when you had been trying so hard to not be a problem to the elder overlord. As you saw it, Zestial was both patient and caring towards you, so upsetting him was a difficult pill to swallow.

"I'm sorry, Zestial. I didn't mean to make you mad. I- I'm sorry."

He let out a soft sigh, the frustration seeming to melt from his person as he straightened up.

"It is not anger that occupies me, Child. It is concern. A Sin Eater may be thine title, but thy soul doth belong to me. Those who target mine own souls doth incur my wrath upon their house. Thou art one of my treasures and thy soul was at risk. And had they been displeased to find no items of value upon thy person, they could have turned to pleasures of the flesh instead. Call me to thy side whenever anyone tries to give thee trouble, that is an order."

"Ye-yes, Zestial."

The elder sinner frowned slightly before he pulled you to his side, checking you over for any sign of mistreatment. He almost finished his inspection with nothing to show for it before he paused, seeing the ring of deep bruises around your wrist where one of your assailants grabbed you. There was a long moment of silence as he stared at the ring around your wrist, his eyes all widening as the top two gained red irises with black pupils.

"The second thou doth lay eyes upon these sinners again, thou shalt immediately call upon me so that punishment may be delivered. This is also an order."

"Yes, Zestial."

"Clearly it was my folly to believe that thou could walk amongst the streets of Pride unattended. It is not a mistake that shall be made again."

When Zestial released your wrist, the ring of bruises was gone and he had returned to a much calmer state. One large hand rest upon your shoulder as he began to walk once again, leading you towards Carmilla's home among the streets of Hell.

Sinners ran and hid the second they saw Zestial in broad daylight, but there were eyes that still trailed after the soul by the overlord's side. Cameras turned and focused on the little soul, wondering just what use the oldest overlord could possibly have for them. Certainly another valuable soul was on the market and the ever watchful Vox of the Vees was looking to cash in.

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[lottielovelace]

technically

(Valeria Garza x Reader)

summary: You're working as KorTac's reserve medic on an assignment in Mexico, leading you to a "nameless" woman.

You don't know her name. You don't know what she's done and who she's killed. All you do know is that she is very dangerous, very powerful, and you're going to have to do surgery on her. In a bikini. No pressure!

Prior context if you haven't read the prior installments: Reader is König's long-lost half sister. Code name Prinzessin (Sinn for short). Recently graduated from Med school. There is more, but it's not relevant to this specific fic so I'll leave it unspoiled in case you end up reading the series. For people who have been following the series, Ghost x Reader is still endgame, but they aren't together yet and I think Reader's life shouldn't solely revolve around him. Plus she's going to go through the wringer later, so let her have some fun now. And in case it's not obvious, since this is in second person and you don't know Valeria's real name, you know her as Bravo-Three for most of this fic.

originally posted on ao3 (wordcount: 2.2k)

Rating: E

Relationships: Valeria Garza x Reader

Ao3 Tags: Improper Medical Procedure / Cunnilingus / Flirting / One Night Stands / (though actually more like a two night stand)

this is a part of a series

Many thanks to @xstanceh3x for beta-ing!

Technically, this was a work trip.

Only technically.

In everything but name, this was a reward. Your reward for graduating with flying colors: a trip to Mexico.

Now, technically, you were a reserve medic for König, Horangi, and their allies. But you weren’t working in the field—not yet at least. Instead of being in the thick of the action, you were nicely holed away in the villa of their contractor. Not half-bad.

Hell, so long as no one got hurt, it was a free vacation.

So of course midway through your pool lounging, your radio crackled with Horangi’s voice.

“Sinn, are you there? Over.”

“Loud and clear. Over”

“Bravo-Three got hit, I’m taking her to you.”

“How bad is it?”

“Stable, but needs immediate care. I could try taking the bullet out myself, but I figure your stitches will leave the smallest scars.”

“I’m not afraid of another cicatriz,” an accented voice drawled out. Bravo-Three. You didn’t know her name—it was redacted from the files assigned to you—but you knew her face. You’d been briefly introduced when you arrived at the house—her house. The files didn’t say it, but your brother privately divulged that she was the one bankrolling this entire operation.

She was beautiful, stunning in a way that kinda made you forget everything for a second (just enough time for her to gut you). She had a quiet confidence to her. If you looked close you noticed that, while lacking the bulk of her male compatriots, her frame was bound with muscle. Not that you’ve been staring at her, of course. 

Horangi made good time. You were barely able to get out your equipment before the elevator dinged.

Shit, you didn’t even have time to change. You hastily slapped on a mask and gloves. A bikini may be impractical, but so long as it was paired with other PPE, it wasn’t the end of the world.

Horangi stumbled in, Bravo-Three leaning on him. He gently deposited her on the sofa. Her forehead was slick with sweat, messing up her normally immaculate hair.

“This is your medic?” Bravo-Three sneered through gritted teeth.

“Graduated top of her class,” Horangi reassured.

You smiled at her, “I would offer my hand, but I think it’s best for the both of us that these gloves remain sterilized.”

Bravo-Three’s eyes traced your attire with an unimpressed eyebrow but an appreciative gaze.

“I see you have proper scrubs on.”

“Well you did catch me a little off guard.”

“You should be better,” Bravo-Three reprimanded. “This is a job, not a vacation.”

Her tone was firm, but she was not being nearly as harsh as she could be. You remembered overhearing her dress down a subordinate last night (something about some “product” being missing, you weren’t sure, you didn’t speak Spanish). It’d been terrifying (and a little exhilarating). Bravo-Three could be very cruel and very scary when she wanted to be. This was neither. Maybe she had a soft spot for you. Or maybe she was just taking pity on you (or the piss).

“If you want me to change, I’ll change. But I would rather treat this wound immediately.”

“Fine,” the woman relented, a shark’s smile emerging on her face. “At least it’s a nice view.”

You couldn’t stop your blush. You know she saw.

She takes the bullet extraction like a champ, barely wincing as the forceps pull the metal out. It lands onto the living room ashtray with what feels like a deafening clatter.

Changing your gloves, you allow yourself to breathe. Step one down.

Antiseptic in hand, you cleaned her wound before beginning to suture. Even though you were scared out of your mind, your hands didn’t shake. You were too well-trained and practiced for that. Still, your anxiety was noticeable.

“You’re nervous,” Bravo-Three all but purred.

“You’re kinda a big deal. I wouldn’t want to screw it up.”

“I already told you, I’m no stranger to scars chula. No matter how big or small it ends up being, it will be in good company. As long as it heals, all is good.”

She pulled the neckline of her tank top down to give you a visual demonstration. You paused your work to look up and scold her for moving, only to be struck dumb by the sight of bare skin.

Tattoos and scars crisscrossed over her tanned skin. She still had her sports bra on—just as clothed as she would be in the gym—but something about this felt incredibly intimate. Maybe it was the way her dark eyes stared into your soul.

You bit your lip, forcing yourself to focus on the task at hand.

“Just don’t take it out on my brother and Horangi. No matter what happens, pay them in full.”

“Don’t worry, I keep my promises. How did you know, I’m—”

“Your body armor. It’s the good stuff.” A half-truth. You weren’t going to rat on your brother, and her body armor was expensive (your time at the KorTac base taught you that operators had THOUGHTS on armor brands and styles). “Done.”

She looked down at your handiwork.

“Not bad… Princesa, isn’t it?”

Your call sign rolled off her tongue in a way that made you shiver.

“Yes.”

“Nice, very nice.” The woman leant in. She looked even prettier up close. “You know, I don’t like being indebted. I ought to repay you.”

“You don’t need to do that,” your voice was breathless. “Just doing my job.”

“Let me thank you.” Her hand found its way to your waistband. It rested there like a promise. “Would you like me to show my gratitude?”

Want thrummed through you, but your tongue refused to comply—still shellshocked that someone like her would want you. You settled for a nod.

The woman sank to the ground.

You still didn’t know her name. You didn’t know what she’d done and who she’d killed. All you did know was the following three things:

She was dangerous. She was powerful. And she was on her knees for you, wanting to make you feel good.

She parted your legs with one hand, untying your bikini string with the other.

Her touch was gentle but firm. She had a job to do, she knew how to execute it, and she was damn well going to see it through.

You hated to interrupt her but, “Wait, what should I call you?”

“What do you know me as?”

“Bravo-Three.”

“And nothing else?"

“I’ve heard… whispers,” you conceded.

Bravo-Three looked up at you, intrigue now mixed with her lust. “Yes?”

“That you’re known as… the nameless one? I don’t know. I don’t speak Spanish. Either way it doesn’t really roll off the tongue, especially in the heat of… the moment.”

The woman thought about it for a moment, before deciding: “You can call me V.”

“V,” you tested the name on your lips. Clearly another pseudonym, but you didn’t mind that. It was yours to use for, yours alone.

You had only one more request before you surrendered yourself completely.

“V, please don’t tear your stitches.”

----------

She started with soft, little licks. Exploring the way your body reacted. Learning what made your breath hitch and insides clench. She didn’t want to break you, not yet at least.

As she began to get a feel for you and the way you… tick, her movements increased in both speed and confidence. You always prided yourself on being able to keep your mouth shut, but V had this… unpredictability to her that allowed her to pull moans and gasps and other little sounds from you with embarrassing ease.

The noise seemed to embolden her. But you know what they say about cockiness.

She’s skilled. Obviously. Undeniably talented and experienced. But slightly and frustratingly off target.

She’s so damn close to where you need her, but ever so off.

“Harder,” you moaned out.

V’s tongue didn't move. 

But after you add a desperate “Please”, her lips do.

With a jolt you realized that she was smirking. She knew damn well what you needed and was pointedly refusing.

You couldn’t help but let a groan of frustration slip out.

Fine. Guess you have to do it yourself.

You began grinding your hips, rocking her tongue into your cunt, riding her face .

V paused her gloating for a moment, reveling in your movements.

She made a muffled noise. It rumbled against your lips, tantalizing vibrations that only brought you closer to the edge. A laugh, you realized.

Teasing you was fun, but she’d had her fill of it.

Lifting you with ease, she pinned you against the wall—tongue still buried in you. Safely against something sturdy, she started writhing her tongue like a woman crazed. It’s intense, setting every nerve of yours ablaze. Scrambling, practically getting fucked silly, you reach for something— anything to steady yourself. Your hand winds up tangled in V’s beautiful locks, much to her apparent delight.

In the end it’s her canine—not biting, but instead—grazing against your clit that does you in. The shock of cool enamel, the reminder of danger, of the sharp teeth hidden in her plush mouth… your brain went numb.

Your head snapped back and for a second everything was blinding white. For a second you didn’t feel the wall behind you, or V’s grip on your waist, or her arms holding you up. All your body could even comprehend was euphoria.

When you finally came to, it’s to those same goddamn teeth, smiling at you through lips covered in your slick.

----------

You do end up having to redo her stitches. V has enough self control that they remained intact while she went down on you, but when you returned the favor she got… carried away. Arched a little too quickly and they reopened. When you said you wanted her gushing, that wasn’t what you meant.

“It’s a compliment, cariño,“ she reassured as you fixed her up again.

“Yeah, yeah.”

----------

“Well done, the wire transfer should process in two to three business days.”

“That’s good to hear.” Even though your absence perturbed Horangi, the fact that El Sin Nombre was walking around and discussing financial details—relaxed and fully stitched—was a good sign. “How did Sinn do?”

“Nicely. She’s very good with hands. Talented.”

He didn’t like the smug smile plastered on Valeria’s face.

“Where’s she now?”

“Resting. She worked hard. Very hard.”

Horangi thought about it for a moment before deciding, “I don’t need to know the details as long as she’s safe and on the flight home tomorrow.”

Valeria rolled her eyes.

“Yes sir.”

Her words held neither ire nor deference.

----------

You woke up to V’s voice. You groggily opened your eyes to find her on a phone call. Even though she didn’t seem angry with the caller, her voice was sharper than it ever was with you. This was business. Talking in rapid fire Spanish, you didn’t understand a lick of what she was saying—and judging from her ease at discussing such sensitive information with you present, she knew it.

You sat up, eyes still half lidded. At the sight of motion from you, V hung up, redirecting her full attention to you.

“Looks like someone’s a dormilona.” You groaned in response. “There’s some breakfast in the fridge.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You had quite the appetite yesterday.”

“That’s not…” you began to nod off before a gentle nudge from V woke you up once more.

“Come on, I know something that’ll wake you up.”

She ends up leading you downstairs, dressed in her pajamas, still half asleep. You two wind up at a door. V barked something at the guards down the hall. After getting acknowledgement from them, she opened it and flicked on the lights. Blinking away, your eyes adjusted to the brightness revealing a private shooting range.

“What are—”

“I’m not a very popular woman. I have enemies, enemies who’d like to hurt me through any means possible. Even if I never see you again, you’re still in danger. I would like to ensure you can defend yourself.”

“You do care.”

“You have such a pretty face. I’d hate to see it ruined. Can you shoot?”

“Long distance yeah, close range no.”

Her eyebrow leapt.

“How’d that happen?”

“Sniping is a family tradition. Plus the boys aren’t the biggest fan of the idea of me being in close combat.”

“With a chica like you, it’s a matter of when, not if that will happen. You know how to load a gun?”

You demonstrated for her. She tsked.

“Needs to be faster. While you’re fumbling for a round, someone else will have unloaded one into you. But speed only comes with practice, which we have no time for right now. Though when you get home… Anyway, let’s see what you can do.”

You tried your best to get into position. The handgun’s weight felt so unfamiliar, center of gravity completely different.

“This isn’t sniping. You can’t wait for the perfect shot to align. You need to make do. Your enemies already see you. You won’t be giving your position away.”

Her hands made their way to you. One landed on your waist, the other on your shoulder. After she noticed that “Dios you’re stiff,” she let her lips rest in the crook of your neck, accompanied by a simple order: “Relax.”

BANG

Even with noise protection, the gunshot and its recoil were more than enough to wake you up.

“Not bad, cariño. Again. Faster.”

Several rounds later V declared, “I think that’s enough for today. You have a flight to catch. And you should probably shower, I don’t know how your brother would react to you coming home smelling of me.”

You smiled at her from under your eyelashes, “All by my lonesome?”V chuckled, “Eres una chica muy traviesa, ¿lo sabías?”

[sinn-bee]

One of my works for Fic in a box 2024

Mingling from my ScumDragonAU for @lavender-and-rue 💕

[adventure-waffles]

Another @/SVSSSAction prompt fill for @lavender-and-rue who requested art of @sinn-bee's fic "Star-Crossed Wires"

I adore this fic, so if you haven't read it, do yourself a favor here!

[honeyandthunderstorms]

OKAY. let me set the record straight. lestappen are SO icemav coded, it isn't funny. the rivals to lovers… the characterization… similar personalities… similar backgrounds… etc etc etc. I spent so much time thinking about icemav and top gun that I literally saw them in lestappen before I even entered this fandom (s/o to that one friend of mine who said they were just icemav in a different universe).

anyways. I’m going to steal some of @beensinning and my conversation to prove that I may have been the one to manifest Charles flying a fighter jet:

literally completely spilled to sinn my absolute love for icemav and what my old fandom was (including sharing some of my fics for icemav). this was back in September, mind you.

key in point that I have literally just converted my ideologies for icemav to lestappen lmao:

I can talk about this forever and sinn can attest to it bc I absolutely RAMBLED on about this for a bit. I am soooooo. this is so very dear and special to me bc icemav AND lestappen are so very dear and special to me.

bonus message from sinn:

I think I may need to write that lestappen top gun au now 😌

extra bonus texts from me to my bestie who has put up with my love of top gun and F1:

[kythwena]

Finn doesn’t even see the missing piece. All he sees is Sean, everything that is Sean, and if Sean lost more pieces it wouldn’t matter, because Sean can never be less than himself.

If I Lay Here by owlmug

[thegoldenavenger]

a Rescuer's Down Under edit to make the golden eagle look like Liu Qingge from @acernor's fic Flight or Fight (colors referenced from the designs in the embedded art by @sinn-bee @chezpillow and acernor)

the original gif is from this gifset as far as i can tell by @/chicka-chicka-gifs! i just drew over the bird alksjfla

[werewolfetone]

Do you think any former IRA members ever read fics about them? I know they watched some movies as a joke, according to some sources

There's a bit in voices from the grave (iirc) where brendan hughes talks about reading biographies of certain sinn fein members he had very conflicting feelings about but other than that idk. can I just say though also that the emotional whiplash of seeing the first ask followed by the relief of seeing the second one was crazier than any rollercoaster ever built

[auxiliarydetective]

⁕ Happy (belated) Birthday...

↬JELENA CHARKOVA

ᓚᘏᗢ February 8th ᓚᘏᗢ

The OG queen of this blog is back! Now, time to assess the dilemma of whether I want to make my posts about her in German or English XD Because she's from an originally English-language fandom that was continued in German and her original canon version is a German creation. I guess I could pick the language that I've written fics for her in but guess what, I've written for her in both languages. In the end, it's a German fandom and the fics I write from now on will definitely be German BUT I might still ramble about her in English so that I can infect other people with the Jelena virus :)

Anyways - Moin, Kollegen! Ich hab's ja neulich schon erwähnt, aber mein alter Jelena brainrot ist back und ich hab mir Gedanken darüber gemacht, wie ich mein altes, verstaubtes Auxiliary AU wieder auspacken und verbessern kann. Vor allem will ich den accidental ableism beseitigen, weil der mich schon länger daran stört. Aber das ist nicht Sinn und Zweck von diesem Post - dafür gibt's nochmal einen separaten :) Ich war ja ziemlich lange weg, aber nehmt ihr mich wieder ins Fandom auf?

(Also look at this divider. This might be the most detailed one I've made thus far...)

Taglist: @starcrossedjedis @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene @sehr-wohl-die-herrschaften - let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!