#the blue suit with a plain white shirt? the leather AND lace? bitch me too the fuck

[mymitochondriaforpresident]

“And now you are …. Wilmon!”

- Jimmy Fallon, The Tonight Show, December 15th, 2022, 10:35cst/11:35est

"Now it's getting to me.. oh it's pretty big now." - "Hi Harry!" - "I'm happy to say, it just got picked up for season 3, yaaaay!" - "..and we're looking forward to see them smile." 💜💜

Omar and Edvin on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon.

[peakyblindersxx]

can you hold your liquor? - tommy shelby x reader

a/n: yes that's right 2 fics in one night!! this one right here is for my tommy bitches it is very steamy and the reader is a badass bitch ok hope you guys like it :)

prompt: you're a businesswoman and tommy needs a favor.

warnings: nsfw!! smut, choking, daddy kink, slight degredation, you and tommy being assholes to eachother

“Fuck off, Shelby,” was the first thing that left your red-stained lips as Tommy Shelby entered your office, looking like a vision, much to your chagrin, in a dark grey three-piece suit with a white striped shirt underneath. You were well aware of the Shelbys, as one of the only female businesswomen in Birmingham, and on occasion, had had drinks with both Ada Shelby and Polly Gray. You were around the same age as Ada, and you called her every so often to chat. From those conversations, you concluded that Tommy, despite his devastatingly handsome exterior, was nothing but trouble.

Tommy chuckled at your outburst, puffing from his cigarette as he poured himself a glass of whiskey from your bar cart. “I see my sister has told you about me, then.”

You scoffed, taking a large sip from your gin and tonic. “What do you want from me, Tommy. I run a fucking bread factory. Only reason they even let me is ‘cause girls can work here. God forbid they’d let a woman tell a man what to do,” you snapped, crossing one leg over another as you took a drag from your cigarette. You were glad that you wore one of your shortest dresses today; a dark red silk number that played well against black tights and a pair of black 3 inch heels, the tallest you owned. A small, but noticeable pair of silver earrings dangled from your ears.

Tommy’s unmistakable blue eyes locked with yours as he puffed at this cigarette, taking a seat across from you. “I need a favor.”

You almost choked on your laughter. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” You gulped down the rest of your drink and stood to get another, hips swaying as you felt Tommy’s eyes on you. As much as you didn’t want anything to do with him, some part of you still wanted him to want you. You made your drink and sat back down, fingers tapping your crystal glass as you took another drag from your cigarette. “What is it?”

Tommy cleared his throat, lowering his voice and leaning in closer. As much as you hated to admit it, his cologne was turning you on. “I have 7 tons of opium I need to get to Glasgow. I happen to know that your bread factory does shipments to Glasgow, eh? Through the canals,” Tommy said, gesturing with his arm.

You took a drink. “Yes, and?”

Tommy groaned. “Fuck, woman! I need you to hide the goddamn opium under your fucking bread,” he whispered through gritted teeth.

You took a long drag off of your cigarette. “And what would I get?”

“20,000 pounds,” Tommy said, leaning back in his chair. “But you’ll need to come with. It’s a two day trip and I don’t trust your employees. Just you, me, and my men driving the barges, eh?”

“Fuck,” you exhaled smoke, weighing your options. Who were you kidding? You had to say yes. With that kind of money, you could buy four more factories. “When do we leave?”

Tommy grinned, knowing that you had a deal. “Tonight.”

“I’ll have something written up and I’ll need your signature,” You retorted.

“That’s fine,” Tommy said, standing and shooting the rest of his whiskey. “I’ll pick you up at 9, yeah?”

“You don’t even have my address, Tommy,” You replied, sipping from your glass.

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Tommy grinned, opening the door. “I’ll find you,” he called, shutting the door behind him.

“Fuck me,” You exhaled.

***

You hadn’t been on a boat in ages, not since you were little. Most of your family had died or moved away when you were young, so you didn’t have many people to take you to do things like that. You had been born in poverty, but had worked your ass off to be able to get where you were. You were new to fancy things in that you didn’t find a need for most of them. Of course you indulged in small luxuries, like the newest Chanel pantsuit or silk underwear. You were an owner of an entire company, after all.

You didn’t want to wear a skirt, so you slipped on a pair of black trousers and a plain black blouse over a simple pair of black cotton underwear with a black bra. You put on a pair of lace up leather booties in addition to a tiny pair of gold hoop earrings and a few gold chain necklaces. You heard the doorbell ring, and your maid entered your room shortly, letting you know that a Mr. Shelby was downstairs.

You made your way down your spiral staircase where Tommy was waiting, glancing at his pocket watch before putting it into his pocket and looking up at you. “The driver put your bag in the trunk already,” he said before opening the door for you. He walked you to the car, ushering you through as the driver opened the car door for you while he went to the other side, sliding in next to you on the black leather interior of the Bentley. He smelled like cologne and cigarettes, and it was making your head spin. Something about him was irresistible, but you refused to give in.

The car ride was a short one, the three of you arriving at the canals quickly. The driver retrieved yours and Tommy’s bags from the trunk, driving off after speaking quietly with Tommy. An Irish man on one of the boats tipped his hat to you, grabbing the bags. “That’s Packy Lee,” Tommy said, stepping onto the barge and holding out his hand for you to take while stepping down. “He’s a good man.” You begrudgingly accepted it, stepping down onto the boat.

Tommy led you into the cargo hold, which was dimly lit by a few gas lanterns and contained a single makeshift bed. The small open area was surrounded by sacks and sacks of opium. You couldn’t believe the sheer quantity of it. “Me brothers are in the other ones,” Tommy said, sitting on the bed, gesturing towards the other barges that floated behind you in the canal. “And you’re sure they never check?”

“Not the way that my ships go,” you responded, slumping down a foot away from him. “I’ve never had a problem getting stuff through here, if you understand what I’m saying.” Tommy nodded as he lit a cigarette, puffing from it. He sighed, leaning back against the sacks and producing a bottle of whiskey, popping the cork and taking a swig. He extended his arm, offering the bottle to you, and you accepted, wincing slightly as the dark liquid hit your throat. You took a second swig anyways, your intentions impure. You were in the cargo hold of a boat surrounded by opium with Tommy fucking Shelby, of all people. Tommy abandoned his suit jacket, draping it over the top of the sacks, his sleeve garter chains glinting in the lamp light as he rolled up his sleeves. Getting drunk was a bad idea, but it was too late for that now. You took one last drink for good measure, passing the bottle back to Tommy.

“Can ‘ya hold your liquor?” Tommy’s voice echoed off of the curved wooden walls as you almost choked on your drink.

“Can I hold my liquor. Tommy Shelby, I’ll have you know I’ve been drinking since I was fucking thirteen,” you snarked. “I see why Ada likes you so much. You’re a lot like her,” Tommy chuckled, taking a long drink from the bottle and passing it back to you. You took another swig, starting to feel a little tipsy.

“What’s the best sex you’ve ever had?” The question left your lips before you could stop it. Thankfully, Tommy grinned. “God, to be honest? The first fuck I ever had when I got back from France. Purely because it had been so goddamn long,” he laughed, accepting the bottle and taking another drink. His ice blue eyes met yours. “What about you?”

You blushed a little, feeling slightly shy, but the alcohol got the better of you. “Probably this Spanish guy, what the fuck was his name - Raul or something. God, he was good.”

“I bet I could fuck you better,” Tommy grinned, passing you back the bottle. Your jaw dropped slightly. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Tommy replied as you took another long drink. “I bet I could fuck you better than what’s his name.”

“Raul.”

“Yeah. Roger.”

You snorted, biting at your bottom lip. “I accept that bet.”

Tommy’s lips were on yours immediately, his hands practically ripping your shirt from your limbs as his teeth nipped at your bottom lip. You rid him of his clothes quickly, flinging them behind you as you ran your hands over his shoulders, kissing him back fiercely. You rolled on top of him, slipping his cock inside your already wet cunt and bouncing up and down causing Tommy to groan.

“You look so fucking pretty riding me, I’m tempted to let you do this all night,” Tommy grunted, his teeth capturing a nipple. “But I promised you something, hm?”

Tommy flipped the two of you over on the bed, ramming his cock inside you at a rough pace as he flung your legs over his shoulder, making your eyes roll back into your head. You couldn’t help but let a moan leave your mouth, causing Tommy to smirk. “You like that, sweetheart?”

“Oh, fuck,” You couldn’t find the energy to form any other words, your head spinning at Tommy’s constant assault on your g spot, sending stars across your vision.

“Look at you, can’t even speak when I’m fucking you this good, can you?” Tommy growled as your pussy squeezed around his dick. “This is what you wanted, from the first thing you said to me, aye? Who knew you’d turn into a pretty little slut for me in bed.”

Your moans grew louder as Tommy fucked you even harder, determined on proving a point. Tommy reached up and wrapped his hand around your neck as you writhed against him, gasping for breath. “You love this, don’t you? I can feel that pretty pussy clenching around my cock.” You could only moan in response, your eyes fluttering back into your head.

“Pretty little thing, fuckin’ made for my cock, aren’t ‘ya? Come on baby, come all over Daddy’s cock, huh?”

“Daddy, fuck,” you moaned, head swimming with lust as you reached your climax.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Tommy crooned, keeping up his insufferable pace as he fucked you through your climax. You couldn't help the sounds coming from your mouth as Tommy thrust harder, groaning.

“God, your pussy’s so wet,” Tommy grunted, hips snapping against yours. “Gonna make me fill you up with my cum, huh?” “Please, Daddy,” was all you could manage. “Please come in me. I want it so fucking badly,” you whined, shocked at the words that were leaving your mouth. Tommy growled, thrusting into you as hard as he could, causing you to cry out, scratching at his shoulders and leaving long red marks. Tommy didn’t seem to care as he took you, letting out a grunt as he finally released inside of you. You felt the stickiness drip down your thighs and you savored the dirtiness of it. Tommy kissed you roughly before slumping down beside you, lighting a cigarette. He took a puff before offering it to you and you accepted, taking a long drag.

“I promise not to tell my sister you call me daddy,” Tommy grinned, letting out a small ‘oof’ when you smacked his chest.

“Fuck you, Shelby,” You laughed, taking another drag from your cigarette as Tommy smiled at you. “We could definitely go again.”

[devil-dxrling]

SBR getting political, No.6

Pairing: Funny Valentine x Reader

Warnings: Smut, underage reader.

Words: 2162

Summary: He gets mad at her, but all’s well ends well.

He must have left the night before, maybe right after I fell asleep. I knew he had to take the train really early to San Diego. My mind had to unfortunately set him aside though, today was a special day because I had to dress up, get close to the rib cage, change my clothes to something good, and then catch Valentine’s attention. For half the journey I would wear a plain, loose white outfit. Shorts and a simple white shirt. Then, for the other half, I would change into something a bit more… Riské . It took me days to get to the motel where I would be stationed, but finally I arrived. The outfit I chose to wear was made of shiny, black latex and cooling material. It was a sweetheart neckline, skin-tight play-suit with booty shorts and accents around the waist and chest. It was corseted up in the back and was padded, making it more comfortable. I paired it with a pair of black, leather stiletto booties that were open-toed. Hoping I wouldn’t burn in the heat, I got onto my horse and followed a map. To be honest, everything happened extremely quickly, almost too quickly for me to comprehend it. I could hear chaos emerge from the horizon and saw a train, Valentine’s train. I sped behind a few buildings and carefully joined the plethora of people shooting at each other and being dicks. I might have been the only person to know where the rib cage actually was, it was to the left, not the right - so was his train. Luckily enough, I had a good idea of the cabin he was in, so I made my way closer until I spotted him, now to get his attention…

I pointed one of my custom revolvers to the train window where he sat, and shot. The window smashed open and his eyes shot to mine, menacingly. I smirked and lowered my gun, looking at him attentively as I saw his eyes slowly glide down my form. Smiling, I guided Dea closer to him. As I did, the train sped up, causing me to lean further onto the horse, arch out my back, point out my behind, and ride faster. My guns pointed, shooting at ugly red-necks that got in my way and distracting others as I fired up into the sky. Secretly, I would look back to the train, obviously he had to move, the window was smashed, but every now and then I would see him, chin resting on his hand, looking at me. Nice came upon us after a long day of riding and keeping up with a train. We had stopped at a city right next to the rib cage, but only I knew that. While everyone camped to the right, I stationed myself near the left, closer to the train. The good thing about wearing black was that you would blend in perfectly. When I got to the back of the train, there was a key, Funny has seen right through my actions. I opened the door to see a compartment that was much smaller than the other ones, but was still of adequate size. In the corner was a man, sitting on a chair; the room was dark and I couldn’t make out who it was, until he stood up and I had recognized his height immediately. Standing up, he walked to me and took my upper arm, pulling me into his chest. He was cold, and from what I could see, he held a stoic face, not calm and warm like it normally was, but stone and cold, and angry.

‘You really think you have the right to do these things to me,’ He whispered into your ear as he pulled you even closer. You could feel his dick, hard on your thigh, being uncomfortably enclosed by his pants. His undeniably pissed presence in the room made you quiver and shake in your boots. Turning to look up at him, you saw his face. I wasn’t even looking down to you, just straight forward. This brought you back down to earth. Reality hit you as you realized he was still the president, and you were nothing but scum compared to him. Throwing you off of himself, he paced towards the door, shut it, locked it, and locked the other one. Then, he turned to look at you, or more so in your direction, his head was still held high, refusing to look down.

‘Would you like me to pull down the blinds? Though, evaluating how you acted today during the race, I don’t think you even care if anyone sees us, do you? Today your actions were foolish, dim-witted, brainless and inept. You know how much shame could have been put onto me if they saw you looking at me like that? I showed how little respect you have for me, my reputation, and my reputability, and I just can’t let that happen anymore. And even now, what are you expecting? For me to please you? Well, you can take your whorish ass out of this train right now if that’s the sort of treatment you’re expecting! Get out before I rip this latex off your little, feeble body and toss you out there naked!’

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I stood up and stumbled to the door, but it was locked. You I heard a sardonic laugh behind me as he closed the space between us, keys in hand, he unlocked the door. But before I had the chance to step out he pulled me close to him and gave my body a rough shove out of the train, and into the sand, uttering his final critical blows to my already crumpled heart:

‘Remember little bitch, I’m the fucking president.’

And with that the door was slammed shut and locked. I turned onto my front and I brought my arms up to my head and just lay there, crying out my bitter tears, until I suddenly stopped and realized something that made me want to vomit. I slowly rubbed my thighs together, why the fuck did I actually seem to enojy being yelled at? Nonetheless, I had to get up and find something different to wear.

I decided on plain black, loose pants with a red, lace up, leather top that had corset detailing the back and in the front. I wore the same heels, couldn’t really find anything better, and my black black flat-brimmed hat I had on me at all occasions. In the morning, I was raring to go. Some mascara was still smudged my cheeks from all the crying I did last night, but I had to put that thought aside. I was at the front of the line when the race started, and I could bet my money on the fact that I wouldn’t have to kill anyone to slip in and out with the part. I had one of my closest friends with me to take care of my horse because when I got the part, I would transfer over to the train and leave Dea with him. As we closed in, there were 3 ways that could be taken. I knew they would all end up leading to the same place, but I also knew I had to go left. The train went through the middle, it had to stay neutral and not give anything away. Finally, as I had no more eyes on me, I maneuvered left, with a few dozen or so people and we rode further on. From here, my memory is fuzzy from here, I just remember seeing the bones and racing toward them like everyone else. It would have been complete carnage if I hadn’t rode up to the guy wearing blue and yanked it from him before riding off up a short little cliff. Looking behind me, I saw my friend and then smiled, I whispered to Dea, ‘Stop at the cliff amore mia, I’ll be back. Ciao.’ And with that we reached the low cliff and I boosted myself off the horse and onto the far back of the train. The rib cage in my left hand, the key from last night in my right, I unlocked the door and swayed in, locking it back up before anyone saw me. I knew I was about 2 compartments away from the last one. Slowly, I walked through the empty bedroom compartments and kitchens and restaurants and bars until I came to a normal sitting compartment that I heard talking from. Bravely, I knocked onto the door as I heard all the guards inside cock their guns toward the door. Then, there was a shallow ‘Come in,’ which was probably Valentine being done with me.

I peaked my head out of the crack and then shot away from the door, instead putting the rib cage out. ‘Sir, she had the rib cage.’

‘Of course she does. Get in here woman.’

I cheeped in and walked to sit in front of him, carefully handing him the rib cage. After examining it closely, he gave it to one of the guards (who put it into a vault) and then looked back up at me, crossing one leg over the other and intertwining his fingers together in front of his face. His left hand unwound to wave the guards away as they left and locked the door behind them. Leaning back into his chair, he pointed towards the drinks onto the table, eyes still narrowed, observing my every move.

‘I’m so--’ I was cut off by him.

‘Don’t be, I went a bit hard on you, I’ll admit, you need to be taught a lesson.’

I just nodded my head while I poured myself some bitter brandy and leaned back, bringing the glass up to my lips. Out of nowhere, he leaned in and moved his right hand up my thigh, slowly, looking behind him, to make sure the door was shut and that there was nobody there. He stood up and took the glass before I could finish it, moving me around the table and bringing me onto his lap, moving his hands skillfully across my curves and resting them on my thighs.

‘Do you want me to do it again?’ Did he know about how I felt last night? Did he see me rub my thigh together when I was in the sand? Did I really embarrass myself that much?

‘I saw you last night, on the floor, rubbing your pretty little thighs together, you liked to be berated, didn’t you, little slut.’ I was nothing like in those romance novels where the man would whisper sweet nothings into her ear, instead it was insults that burned me to my core. At one point I raised my hand up to punch him, but he grabbed my wrist and twisted it painfully. A cry left my lips as I felt myself get wet and try to squeeze my thighs together.

‘You want me to go back to being nice? Want all of this to stop? Want me to let you control the situation? You want me to submit?’ I seriously couldn't take any more of his deep voice whispering things into my ear, my mouth jumped towards his and we locked lips, roughly. We bit at each others lips in a dance of rough passion. Our clothes were scraped and he pushed me down onto the floor of the train, pinning my wrists above my head and diving down to leave all sorts of marks on my neck. I could feel the dumps below me as he continued to mark me as his own. I was brought back to reality as I felt him kiss my thigh and move up towards my wet pussy. I felt his tongue slowly move along my folds, slightly slipping in from time to time, but I wasn’t enough to bring me to orgasm. One of my hands slid down to grab his hair and push it down, but I was grabbed and twisted again, making me scream in pain and pleasure. Vision getting blurry, I felt him finally slip into me and stretch me out with his cock. It went on for about half an hour, he edged me twice, pissed me off to the point I slapped him across his perfectly chiseled jaw, and then let me cum, slapping my ass in return. He knelt there, once we were done, not even looking up at me, instead looking above me. I hauled my arm to take his chin and move his face down, so he could look at me. A smirk adorned his face as he got me to get dressed and sat me on his lap, giving a ring to his guards, telling them they could come in. He petted my head quietly as we sat there, I slowly drifted off to sleep. Wow, this really was one bizarre train of events.

[mama-m1na]

The Plundering Tale of the Chaos Pirates: 1

                                                      ~~~I~~~

The blonde teenager sighed as he sat by a window on a private airship meant to take him as well as many others to a lone island where they would be briefed on a job.

He looked around at the many unfamiliar faces as he thought back on his main priority, to avenge his clan and take back their eyes.

The one who offered this job was an owner of a pair of Kurta eyes and so he jumped at the opportunity for this job; however, he did not expect so many others to be joining him as well.

There were at least one hundred other people on the aircraft but it made sense since there would need to be many people to work on the ships they would be on.

The job itself needed the employees to find and collect treasure from the Witch’s Water Temple, a supposed temple somewhere in the Pazific Sea.

It was said that it was created by a witch but later abandoned, leaving all her magic items and other secrets.

“Chloe, you cannot eat that hawk!” a female voice scolded from a few meters behind the male, “It’s like twice your size!”

“But, Mina, chicken…”

“Chloe, you’re a fucking canibal,” sighed the ravenette as the blonde’s irises locked onto her form.

“Says you!” the smaller female with brown hair exclaimed.

“Owl, do you see me going around eating foxes?!” the ravenette replied throwing out her hands with large gestures causing the skirt of her black dress to ripple as she moved, “No, so you can’t eat that hawk!”

Before the younger girl could reply she went silent and locked eyes with the blonde causing the ravenette to turn around.

The older female had long raven hair that reached just past her hips, golden brown skin, and visible, dark brown irises which (quite literally) sparkled due to the golden flecks scattered about in them. She wore a black, sleeveless dress with a skirt that ended just below her knees and had a white collar. On her feet were black, heeled, combat boots with the laces tucked in. Around her waist was a light purple obi with designs of golden peacocks and around her neck was a leather, cord choker.

The younger female had a lighter skin tone than her companion, a brighter shade of brown for her eyes, and brown hair that just reached her shoulder blades. She wore a white anime t-shirt that was a little long for her under a plain black hoodie that was unzipped along with blue denim jeans and a pair of grey sneakers. She had black glasses resting on her nose and it was hard to see but she also had a leather cord choker around her neck.

“Oh sorry were we being too loud?” the ravenette asked with widened eyes as she saw the barely taller male staring at them.

“Oh no you’re fine,” the male replied politely, “It’s just that I didn’t expect that there would be children joining on this job.”

“Oh well as long as they can get the job done I don’t really think it matters,” she shrugged in reply while the younger female narrowed her eyes as she hooked onto the ravenette’s arm.

“I suppose,” the male sighed as he looked down to check his phone to find a few messages from his friends.

“Hoot, Mina!” the younger girl chirped excitedly, “I smell food!”

With a raised brow the older female turned her head up and sniffed the air.

“You’re right, how much you want to bet that’s where the other three are?” the ravenette chuckled as she shook her head.

“A lot,” replied the smaller girl as the ravenette turned to the blonde.

“Hey, would you like to walk down with us to the cafeteria?” she asked, “You want to get there before everyone else if you want a chance of eating.”

“Hm? Sure,” the male answered in a light tone, putting his phone back in the pocket of his suit.

“So, what’s your name?” the ravenette asked, “I’m Rhamina and this owl is Chloe.”

“My name is Kurapika,” the male replied causing the ravenette’s lip to twitch, “Is something wrong?”

“No, it’s just that your name sounds familiar,” Rhamina chirped in response as Chloe looked up at the blonde.

“Aren’t you the one who worked under the Nostrade family?” the brunette chirped causing the blonde’s eyes to widen.

“Chloe,” hissed Rhamina quietly as her eyes darted around the people who didn’t seem to hear her.

“How did you know that?” Kurapika asked with narrowed eyes at the relaxed girls.

“There’s a lot of information floating around on the Hunter website,” Rhamina spoke silently, “We were debating on whether or not we should go to the underground auctions and were researching people attending but it looks like we were lucky not to have went.”

“Yeah, we would have died,” Chloe added as they turned the corner towards the cafeteria doors, “The Phantom Troupe is way too crazy.”

“Yeah,” Rhamina chuckled not noticing how the male’s hands clenched into fists and the slight flash of red in the male’s eyes.

As soon as the group walked in the ravenette’s eyes locked onto the table with tens of plates stacked on top of each other.

“Please tell me those plates aren’t just from Kerstin,” Rhamina sighed as she blinked with a blank face.

“Nope, it looks like Tijarah’s eating a lot too,” Chloe sighed while shaking her head.

“Well, Kurapika, you’re welcome to sit with us if you find any space,” Rhamina said gesturing to the table with three females, two of which who were eating at the speed of light, “But I’m going to get some food before it’s sucked into one of two black holes.”

The male was then left standing at the entrance as Chloe followed Rhamina off to the lines for various foods before he got something light and sat at a table close to the disaster zone.

While he ate, he noticed one of the females looked pretty similar to Rhamina with an almost identical skin tone, eye color (minus the gold flecks), and nose shape. The only differences were that this female was shorter and had dark brown hair that reached her mid back. She wore baggy denim jeans and an oversized sweatshirt which covered all of her torso and arms.

The other female who was scarfing down food had dark skin and shorter dark hair with a lighter shade of brown irises. She wore a fitted pair of denim jeans, a plain black t-shirt, and a pair of sneakers.

The final female at the table had tanned skin with brown hair that ended at her shoulders, and bright green irises behind brown framed glasses. She wore a pair of black leggings, white sneakers, and a navy blue t-shirt with some white text on it.

It was a few minutes before Chloe and Rhamina came back, each with two plates in hand.

“Hey, Mina, they had a table with macarons,” Kerstin said with some sauce still on her face causing the ravenette’s face to brighten as she let out a small squeal before rushing back to the dessert table.

“They did?” Tijarah asked.

“You can’t eat them, Shit face,” Kerstin spoke, “You’re allergic to dairy.”

In response Tijarah just flipped off the darkette as Rhamina came back with two plates filled with desserts.

“Are you really going to eat all of that, Mina?” Sam asked earning an offended look from the ravenette.

“Bitch,” she said, gesturing at the mountains of plates next to Kerstin and Tijarah, “But no, you guys can have some, just get your own of the vanilla and raspberry macarons.” 

The other girls chuckled as the ravenette sank into her seat before returning to their meals while conversing every now and then.

“Dude, we better be careful, I just got a text from G-lo and he said that some of our rivals are going to be sneaking onto the ship,” Sam whispered after looking up from her phone.

“Which ones?” Rhamina asked after taking a bite from her fruit tart.

“The fucked ones.”

“Specify.”

“God dammit, I forgot almost everyone we’re associated with are fucked up,” hissed the brunette before leaning in to whisper, “The Phantom Troupe.”

“...”

“...Oh fuck them,” Tijarah scoffed, “They can kiss my ass.”

“Have you met them?” Chloe asked.

“No, but did you see what they did at the auction?” the seventeen-year-old scoffed before taking a bite of her chicken, “Fucking way too much work.”

“True, but they do have points for overall showmanship,” giggled the ravenette as she took a sip of her peach tea.

“They’re extra as hell,” Tijarah replied while rolling her eyes.

“And we aren’t?”

A chorus of laughter erupted from the females’ table bringing the attention of many including Kurapika who just noticed that around their necks were matching leather cords.

A few hours later the airship finally landed on the island with only a large mansion surrounded by tropical vegetation.

The many individuals who wanted to take part in the adventure were brought into the mansion’s large ballroom where many more people waited.

“Ah, Kurapika!” a young boy wearing green, who could not have been older than fourteen, exclaimed upon seeing the blonde.

“Gon, Killua,” the male replied with a smile as the two boys ran up to him, “It’s nice to see you two.”

“Oh my god!” Rhamina squealed silently upon seeing Gon, “This child is so cute, I’m going to cry!”

“Mina, you floof!” chuckled Sam as the group of five females walked up, this time holding their various bags.

“What exactly are you two kids doing here?” Tijarah asked looking down at the boys, “This is dangerous you know.”

“I’m pretty sure I can handle myself, Hag,” the white haired boy with cat-like eyes spat back.

“You piece of-” “Tijarah, you do realize we brought a child with us right?” Rhamina asked while holding back the slightly taller female, her furoshiki held in her other hand.

“You’re making yourself look like an asshole, Tijarah,” Kerstin commented causing the female to pout.

“Sorry about her,” the ravenette chuckled, “I’m Rhamina, the one who just tried to attack you was Tijarah, this tiny one is Chloe and the two one their phones are Sam and Kerstin.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Rhamina chirped as she held out her hand to shake which Gon took without hesitation but Killua just eyed the females suspiciously.

“You guys are weird,” was all he said earning a chuckle from the ravenette but glares from the rest of the girls.

“You’re not wrong,” she replied with a smile as a taller male in a suit walked up.

“Gon, Killua, Kurapika! What a surprise to see you all here!” he laughed loudly with a large smile.

“Leorio!” the three called in happiness as the girls backed off slightly letting the males enjoy their reunion.

A flash of unease ran through the ravenette as her eyes darted to meet the same looks in the eyes of her companions.

The lights suddenly went off leaving a spotlight on a male wearing a tuxedo and a white mask on the stage towards the front of the room.

“Thank you all for coming to the selection process for those who are going on this quest,” the man said into a microphone earning confusion.

“What do you mean?” a random voice in the crowd asked.

“We only need a total of one hundred of you,” the man replied, “Fifty for each ship, so in order to see if you are worthy of going you will be tested.”

Before anyone could complain the lights all came back on at once as the male said, “And your test is to make it to the top floor of this mansion, alive.”

In that moment black creatures came bursting in and attacked anyone remotely close to them.

Everyone immediately got into a fighting stance if they were not being engaged by one of the creatures while four of the girls separated and started climbing to get up higher.

Still in the center of the room, Rhamina crouched down low before launching herself straight up to land on the chandelier right above her.  

“What the hell are these things?” Killua asked as he sent volts of electricity through one of the beasts only for it to get up literally a split second later.

“I don’t know but we need to get out of this room,” Leorio replied while dodging the animals that swiped at him, keeping a tight grip on his knife.

From their high points each of the girls shrouded their eyes in aura as they scanned the room.

“Found him!” Rhamina called before she lept down onto a male wearing long, baggy clothes.

She placed her knees on his shoulders as she sat on his torso and before he could even move held several large needles made of ice at his neck.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” he exclaimed with wide eyes as the creatures seemed to slow their movement to circling the participants.

The ravenette’s face bore no expression save for the small smile on her face as she ordered, “Call them off.”

“W-what are you talking about?” the male stuttered very aware of the weapons pointed at his throat.

“Hey, how do you even know these things are under his control?” Leorio asked as he backed up from one of the things.

“Can’t you guys use Nen?” Kerstin asked as she and the other girls jumped down to stand next to the female, “Think back to one of the basics you were supposed to have been taught.”

“It’s honestly one of the first things you’re supposed to use,” Sam shrugged as she tapped her glasses causing Gon and Killua to gasp.

As Kurapika watched the two shroud their eyes in aura he did the same and his eyes widened to see strings of aura connecting from the creatures back to the male who was still pinned under the ravenette.

“I must say the number of creatures you can summon, sustain, and control is impressive but your personality is that of a coward; which, is disappointing,” Rhamina sighed as she brushed the hair out of her face using her left hand while still holding needles using her right, “Now, I’m getting a bit tired so just make this easy for all of us and send those things away… Knowing Kelxi things are about to get a hell of a lot more complicated.”

“F-fine,” the male sighed as the creatures turned into smoke, fading away, causing the female to drop her ice needles and stand up, moving so the male could stand up.

“Hey, what exactly are the rules of this test?” Sam asked the masked figure who was standing by the door.

“You must make your way through to the top floor of the mansion alive and must be one of the first hundred if you wish to claim the job,” the male explained, “From this point onwards there will be no backing out. If you wish to survive then you must make it to the top either way, even if you don’t make the job.”

“So I’m guessing scaling the side of the mansion is out of the question?” Tijarah asked.

“Anyone who steps foot outside of the building is disqualified,” the male confirmed earning a sad sigh.

“Knowing your lazy ass, you would get someone else to carry you up the building instead,” Kerstin scoffed as Rhamina dusted off her skirt, “But honestly same.”

“We should get going then if we want that job,” the ravenette chirped slowly making her way over to the door that led to the rest of the mansion.

“What the fuck are all of you staring at?” Tijarah barked at the rest of the room, “If you want this job you better get a move on.”

This statement knocked most of the room out of their shock and sent a stampede of people towards the door which would have sent Rhamina flying if she had not lept up to balance on one of the doors.

“That was mean, Tijarah,” Chloe stated as the girls were left alone in the room, “Most of those people are going to die you know.”

“Yeah, Kelxi is going to be lucky if she gets at least fifty people employed by the end of this,” Sam added.

“Oh! I hope Kurapika and his little group survives!” chirped Rhamina as she lept down, “They all have so much potential!”

“Mina, you better not adopt them,” Kerstin warned, “We’re running out of room on the ships for more of your adopted children.”

“I know, but we can always just make another ship,” Chloe suggested earning a glare from the ravenette.

“No,” she answered sternly, “That would ruin our perfect triad.”

“Well, we’ve wasted enough time,” Tijarah said, “Mina, do your thing so we can get food faster.”

“Is food all you think about?” the ravenette asked with a raised brow as she handed her bag to Chloe.

“Tijarah, if you had to choose between saving food or us which would you choose?” Sam asked.

“The food, duh,” Tijarah replied, “Y’all can take care of yourselves.”

“Okay, Tijarah,” Rhamina sighed before she brought her right foot up and stomped, hard.

The female’s eyes darted around as she felt the vibrations return back to her through the ground, giving her an accurate map of the mansion.

“So, do you guys want the easy path or the shorter path?” the ravenette asked after turning back to her friends.

“Shorter,” the other four answered in unison.

“Alright,” shrugged Rhamina as she took her bag back, “Don’t even want to know what kind of shit we’ll be doing but okay.”

“Mina, you sure know as hell this will be easy for us either way,” Kerstin said as the ravenette led them out the door.

“Jesus we’ve been at this for literally six hours how big is this mansion?!” Leorio complained as Gon, Killua, Kurapika and he came across another set of stairs leading up.

“If we’re lucky the top floor is right above us,” the blonde said panting slightly from all the work they had done to get there.

“This was arguably harder than the Hunter Exams,” Killua muttered as they ascended the stairs.

“You think?” Leorio snapped as they made it to the top to see a small parlor with the scent of lavender filling the room.

“Congratulations on being the second group to make it up here!” greeted Rhamina as she peaked out from the kitchen that was connected to the first room, looking the same save for the fact her hair was now in a low ponytail, “I was just making some lavender and mint tea so it’ll be a few minutes.”

“I hope you like it it’ll help with the stress you were just under!” chirped the ravenette as she went back to check on the pot of boiling herbs.

The group mostly too tired to say much just sat on the couches surrounding a coffee table to catch their breaths but when the ravenette exited with the tray of tea Gon sprang up.

“Hey, Miss, how long did it take you to get up here?” the boy asked as she handed the teacups to the others.

“Well, I think it took us about half an hour maybe forty-five minutes?” she answered as she knelt on the ground closer to the table with her teacup in hand, “And you can just call me Rhamina.”

“Wait, you made it here in that short of a time?!” Gon asked as the other males choked on their tea.

“Well, it wasn’t just me,” Rhamina said with a shrug before she took a sip of her tea, “Kerstin, Sam, Tijarah, and Chloe were with me, they’re just asleep right now since it is around ten in the evening.”

“Damn, what are you girls?” Leorio asked earning a chuckle from the ravenette.

“Well, we were called monsters where we come from but at least our lives are never boring,” the ravenette replied with a smile, “Oh, and there’s some food in the kitchen if you want some dinner before heading to sleep. Kerstin made salmon and I made some shortbread as well!”

“The butlers said we can use the parlor and kitchen however we like, also there are guest bedrooms down the hall,” she explained, pointing to a door to the right of the open doorway that led to the staircase.

“Rhamina, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but are you and your friends Pro Hunters?” Kurapika asked as he looked down at the seventeen-year-old.

“You’re fine and to answer your question, no we aren’t hunters,” the female replied earning looks of surprise, “None of us have even tried to take the Hunter Exams.”

“Well, there’s no doubt all of you would be able to pass it easily,” Killua commented as the female turned to look at him.

“You know, Killua, your eyes are very beautiful,” Rhamina said genuinely causing the male’s face to flush.

“Shut up!” he barked turning away as he felt his face heat up.

“I’m being completely serious, you know!” the ravenette chuckled bring her hands to her lap, “Not only are they a beautiful shade of blue but they’re so expressive, it’s like I’m staring into the ocean.”

“Ms. Rhamina, have you met with the person who set this up yet?” Gon asked bringing her attention back to him.

“We haven’t seen Kelxi yet,” she replied, “Knowing her, she won’t show up until day three.”

“You’ve met Mrs. Gonaka?” Kurapika questioned earning a nod from the female.

“Yes, my mother used to work with her.”

Around an hour later the teen let out a yawn before she checked the time on her phone to see with was eleven.

“Well, I’m going to head to bed now,” she announced as she stood up stretching her legs and shake out her bare feet, “Good night.”

“Good night, Rhamina!” Leorio, Gon, and Killua answered.

“Have a nice night, Rhamina,” Kurapika replied as the ravenette walked past earning a small smile.

The next morning Rhamina woke up at dawn as her body usually urged her to and she begrudgingly made her way out of her cocoon of blankets to reveal that her camisole had moved as she slept and her shorts moved up a bit.

She fixed both articles of clothing as she walked over to her bag to fetch her black dress and obi before going into the bathroom.

After she washed her face and brushed her teeth, Rhamina brushed her hair, deciding to leave it down with a hair tie around her wrist just in case she decided it was too warm to have her hair down. She then changed into the dress before wrapping the obi around herself and tying it, making sure the bow was in the back.

Once she exited the bathroom she put on her silver hoops, one having a small charm with a ‘T’ hanging off of it, before deciding to wear a pair of black sandals and walked straight into the kitchen upon seeing that no one was up yet.

She first made crepe batter and set it in the fridge to rest for a bit before going over and cutting two oranges into quarters before throwing the fruit into a blender, making sure to save the peel. After it was blended evenly, the female then began cutting the peel into small pieces before putting two cups of the blended orange, most of the chopped orange peel, some water, and some sugar into a saucepan. She then set it on one of the burners to cook on a low heat, stirring it every now and then.

As the marmalade was cooking she oiled a round pan and set it on another burner at a low heat before pulling the crepe batter out of the fridge. She then poured some into the pan and spread it thinly, making sure to pour out the excess batter. After letting it cook she flipped it making sure to cook both sides evenly.

Throughout this process of flipping crepes and occasionally stirring the orange marmalade, a sweet smell began to drift out of the kitchen. 

As soon as the smell of food hit the other four girls’ noses they immediately snapped their eyes open and made a mad dash for the kitchen.

Rhamina sighed as she heard a series of crashes and yelling that gradually got closer to where she was still making crepes.

“God damn, I’d be surprised if the boys were still asleep after this,” she muttered to herself as four heads peeked into the kitchen.

“God damn, you made a lot of crepes,” Sam commented upon seeing the large stack and the only half empty bowl of batter next to her.

“Listen, we all eat like fucking elephants so I wanted to make sure the boys got some,” snapped the ravenette as she poured out the now cooled marmalade into a bowl with a spoon, “Now can you guys take these out to the table?”

“Wait, someone else made it?” Chloe asked as she took hold of the bowl of the marmalade.

“Yes, it was Kurapika,” smirked Rhamina, “I told you they’d make it!”

“Surprising,” Tijarah said as she took some extra plates while Sam and Kerstin were playing rock paper scissors to see who would take the large plate of crepes, “I was sure no one else would make it on the first day.”

“Yeah, well they made it,” chirped the female before her eyes snapped up in realization, “I think there’s some whipped cream in the fridge.”

“Mina, can you make me lavender tea?” Chloe asked earning a nod from the female.

“Oh! Mina, can you make some milk tea?!” Kerstin asked while taking hold of the large plate of crepes.

“Sure, Tijarah, what do you want to drink?” Rhamina asked with a sigh feeling that she should just make everyone drinks.

“Iced coffee,” the darkette replied before stopping in the doorway, “You better not just hand me a block of frozen coffee.”

“I wasn’t but thanks for the idea,” the ravenette giggled as she got ready the ingredients to make the various drinks as soon as she had made the last crepe.

When all of the drinks were done steeping or brewing, Rhamina poured out the lavender tea into a mug while the rest of the drinks went into tall ceramic cups before she held her hands over the drinks.

As the four girls began to eat their breakfast Kurapika, Gon, Killua, and Leorio walked into the parlor, fully dressed to see the food laid out on the table.

“Morning!” Gon chirped earning a wave from some of the females, “Where’s Ms. Rhamina?”

“She’s in the kitchen still making stuff,” Tijarah replied after swallowing the bite of food she still had in her mouth.

Just then the ravenette came out of the kitchen with five cups on a tray in her right hand while her left held another plate of crepes.

“Oh, morning guys,” she smiled as she set down the plate and gave the girls their respective drinks before taking her own plate and cup, “There’s just enough room at the table for all of you so I’ll just sit at the coffee table.”

“Would you like any drinks?” she asked as she set her things at the smaller table.

“Just water is fine,” Kurapika replied still standing as he watched the teen turn to face them.

“And the rest of you?” 

“Water.” “Water is okay!” “Can I have some orange juice?”

“No problem!” Rhamina chirped as she returned to the kitchen.

“She’s really nice,” Gon chuckled as he and the others sat at the tables.

“Shit, she’s right you guys really do have some potential, huh?” Kerstin asked as she took another bite.

“What does that mean?” Killua asked, turning to the darkette.

“The quality of your aura is very refined,” Sam explained, “It’s obvious that you guys have worked hard to get to the point you’re at right now so congratulations.”

“How can you tell?” Gon asked with owlish eyes.

“It’s hard to explain,” Tijarah sighed, “If you want to know more about that then ask Mina, she’s better at that kind of stuff than we are.”

Just then the ravenette appeared to set the boys’ drinks in front of them before she went back to her little place on the floor by the coffee table.

“Where are you guys from?” Leorio asked.

“We’re from Arfiailcno,” Kerstin replied.

After breakfast the group basically split up to do various activities but a few like Rhamina, Kurapika, Gon, and Killua stayed in the parlor.

Leorio was watching Gon and Killua play around, Kurapika was reading a book, and Rhamina remained on the floor as she was working on a red piece of fabric.

As time went on more and more people started to make it up the stairs but no one really moved from their activities.

“What are you making?” Kurapika asked after watching her hands work to make straight and even stitches.

She looked up in slight surprise before returning her eyes to her work and answering, “I’m making an obi for Chloe. It’ll be much simpler and more modern compared to mine but I think she’ll enjoy it either way.”

“Do you always wear yours?” Killua asked as he and Gon went to sit on the couch.

“Oh, well, yeah I guess,” she said after moving her hand to touch the fabric wrapped around her waist, “It’s one of the few genuine gifts my mother gave me so I wear it almost all the time.”

It was at this time that another male came in through the door with a large sigh.

“Man, that took longer than I thought it would,” he said cracking his back.

The male wore blue jeans with a maroon colored hoodie and had a black surgical mask on so it was hard to determine what he actually looked like save for his blonde hair and childlike green eyes.

“Congratulations on making it,” Rhamina chirped with a smile, trying to calm the feeling of unease that grew in her stomach, “Would you like some lavender mint tea? It’ll help with the stress.”

“Yes, please,” the male said making his way over to the larger table as the female stuck her needle into the pin cushion that was next to her.

“It’ll be a few minutes then,” she said before pausing at the doorway leading into the kitchen, “Would you like some honey in it?”

“If you don’t mind.”

Rhamina then nodded before entering the kitchen, leaving Killua and Kurapika to stare at the new male.

“Hey, doesn’t that guy look familiar?” he whispered Killua as Rhamina came back from the kitchen with a steaming cup.

“Here you go,” she said, placing it in front of him.

“Thanks,” he replied, reaching out for the cup with his left hand but wincing when he moved it.

“Are you alright?” Rhamina asked, tilting her head to the side.

“I’m fine, it just bent my wrist a bit weird in one of the puzzles,” the male explained, bracing his wrist with his other hand.

“Do you mind if I look at it?”

“Go ahead,” the male replied, allowing the female to gently pull down the sleeve of his hoodie to reveal his swollen wrist.

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath before letting go, “I have something to help with that, I’ll get it from my room.”

Once Rhamina had left the room Killua had turned to the male and asked, “Hey, where are you from?”

“York New, and you?” the male replied recognizing the two younger boys from the York New auction.

Upon returning to her room, Rhamina pulled her phone out from her obi and sent a text to her friends that read, ‘We need to be careful from this point on. There’s a really shady guy that just passed.’

As she grabbed a small glass jar from her bag and a roll of bandages her phone buzzed.

When she checked it, she saw a message from Sam that read, ‘Which one?’

‘The blonde with a black surgical mask over his face,’ she replied before tucking it back into her obi and taking the two items back out to the parlor.

“I’m back,” Rhamina chirped as she approached the male once again.

“This should help with the pain as that’s healing,” she explained as she unscrewed the jar before applying it to the swollen skin.

Once it was evenly spread, she began to wrap the male’s wrist securely so it would act as a brace but not so tight that it would cut off his blood circulation.

“Is that okay?” she asked, tying off the bandage, “It’s not too tight?”

“No, it’s fine,” the male replied moving around his fingers a bit, “You’re pretty good at this.”

“Yeah,” the female chuckled with an embarrassed smile, “You have to be when you’re as accident prone as I am.”

That night when everyone was in their rooms for the night the male removed the mask from his face and pulled out a purple phone with bat wings, making it look like a child’s toy.

He brought the phone to his face and it rang a few times before a male picked up the phone.

“Shalnark, what is it?”

“This job might be harder than we first thought.”

“What do you mean?”

“There were members of the Chaos Pirates here.”

~~~Fin. Chapter 1~~~

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