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Vipers And Dragons
PART-II
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Chapter II
Days turned into weeks, the stolen weaponry a thorn in the Falcones' side, and a bargaining chip for both the Vipers and Jimin's crew, the Dragons. The uneasy truce held, a tense peace punctuated by coded messages and silent power plays.
Y/n found herself strangely restless. She hated admitting it, but the memory of that night in the warehouse lingered. The way Jimin moved, panther-like and lethal, the way their eyes had met in the heat of battle, a spark igniting in the darkness.
One rainy night, the silence finally shattered. A coded message arrived, an encrypted invitation from Jimin. A meeting at a secluded waterfront bar, a neutral ground between their territories. Hesitation warred with curiosity, but finally, Y/n decided to go.
The bar was a smoky haven, filled with the sounds of hushed conversations and clinking glasses. Jimin sat alone at a corner booth, a glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand. As she approached, he tilted his head, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.
"Viper," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Care to join me?"
Y/n slid into the booth, her gaze wary. "What is it, Park?"
"A business proposition," he replied, gesturing to the untouched drink beside her. "Peace talks tend to go smoother with a little lubrication."
There was a tension in the air, a mix of antagonism and a strange undercurrent of something more. Y/n accepted the drink, the liquor burning a warm path down her throat. Jimin leaned closer, his voice a husky whisper.
"The Falcones are growing restless. They want a rematch."
"And?"
"We could offer them a different kind of game," he said, his eyes glinting with something dangerous. "One where we work together."
Y/n's brow furrowed. Working with Jimin was a recipe for disaster, yet the idea held a perverse appeal. The thrill of the unknown, the forbidden dance they were teetering on the edge of.
"What are you suggesting?"
Jimin's smile widened, a flicker of something akin to excitement flickering in his eyes. As he leaned in, his voice dropped to a mere murmur, the words sending a shiver down Y/n's spine.
"A double heist. We hit the Falcones where it hurts, and leave them scrambling for scraps. A power play that will leave the city trembling."
The proposition hung in the air, a challenge and a temptation. Working with Jimin was a dangerous gamble, a dance on a knife's edge. But the city, their city, was her battlefield, and she refused to lose control.
"Fine," she finally said, the word both an agreement and a dare. "But make no mistake, Park. This alliance ends when the dust settles. And then," her voice hardened, a glint of steel in her eyes, "it's you and me."
Jimin met her gaze, a slow smile spreading on his face. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Viper."
The smoky air crackled with unspoken desires and a shared hunger for power. The night was far from over, and as they clinked glasses, a dark promise hung between them. This wasn't just about the heist; it was the start of a new game, a dangerous dance of power and passion, played out in the shadows of the city they both ruled.
「take-out and matches」 Art Donaldson x F!reader
you can read the other parts here!
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currently thinking of Art watching his latest match on tv to see the mistakes he has done and how he can improve: he is sitting with his bare back comfortably resting against the cushion of the couch, arms crossed against his chest and legs slightly spread and if it wasn't for his eyes fixed on the TV, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips forming a thin line you wouldn't have never guessed he was so focused.
You are watching him from the door of the living room with his shirt on and slighlty disheveled hair tucked behind your ears, your lips curled into a smile while the fingers of your right hand unconsciously go to play with the engagement ring on the left one. Your eyes follow your own movements for a few seconds before hearing a soft rustle against the fabric of the couch that brings you to look at your fiancé again, he is still looking the tv but his lips are shaped into a small smile and his arms are uncrossed, one tapping against his thigh repeatedly and the other is laid out on the cushions for you to take. You swiftly pad towards him and take his left hand in yours, letting him help you climb on his lap like it's the hardest thing you have to do; he kisses your hand before letting you unwrap yours from his to let you hug his neck with both arms, your head falling in between them and against his throat while he caress your thighs with both hands, your chests pressed together and your legs on both sides of him.
You both stay silent for a few minutes, the tennis ball being hit over and over and the claps of the people on the tv were the only sounds you could hear along with the gentle breathing of Art under you.
“You did great today” you mumble against his throat before kissing it.
“Only because you were there” he replies, his hands moving in up and down motions on your legs “didn’t feel like losing in front of you” you smile and lean back to look at him.
“You would have been great even then” he finally tears away his eyes from the tv and looks at you, eyes softening seeing your messy hair and droopy eyes caused by the two hours nap you two had.
“I think you're slightly biased” he teases and, while you reach behind you to take the remote from the table in front of the couch, his hands wraps around your middle to prevent you from falling.
You pause the match “I’m just honest, the fact that I’m your fiancée doesn’t have anything to do with my opinion about your game” you turn back to him and comb his blond hair with your fingers.
“Sure it doesn’t” he sarcastically mumbles while his head drops against your chest in a relaxed way, his arms squeezing around you even tighter making your back arch and chest press more against his face.
“What do you want to eat? I was thinking we could stay here and order takeaway” your fingers massage the nape of his neck and head.
“Hamburger sounds nice” he mutters sleepily and you chuckle.
“You'll have to keep this from your nutritionist” a groan came out of his mouth and a mumbled ‘let’s not talk about my job anymore’ vibrates in your chest.
“I'll have to find a way to burn the calories quickly though, any idea?" He playfully bites your neck, you shudder taking his face between your hands “i might have a few...” and start to kiss all his face except his lips while he sits there with his eyes semi-closed, his head nuzzles the palm of your left hand.
“You’re so pretty” he whispers “i really want to kiss you right now” goosebumps takes all over your body and your heart misses a beat, he knows what effect this phrase has on you… it was the same one he said your first date.
For a moment you went back to 7 years before in your college days: when you were pressed between the passenger door of his car and his body after a walk on the beach, his jacket wrapped around your shoulders and your high-heels in one of his hands while the other had your fingers tangled together, and he whispered the same phrase that made your heart jump and goosebumps rise in the same way it did now.
“Please do” and he does.
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Uh, hi-
I really liked this scene.
Simple sketch cuz I was bored