yes! yes i am! as a lesbian, the lack of fics for her was genuinely killing me. so, since i'm trying to get over my own insecurities about my writing, i shall give you a snippet of what i have so far!
It’s as you’re lost in daydreams of red one pieces and wanting eyes that the door slams open, a shouted curse expelled from gagged lips as your heart beats so fast you feel the telltale buzz of your Apple Watch notifying you that your heart rate is worryingly high. And although it should be normal that it doesn’t decrease, confronted with whoever wanted you tied up in their basement, you find yourself sustaining your rapidly beating heart for an entirely different reason.
“Ah, she’s awake.”
Because standing at the stop of a small flight of stairs, mere feet away from you, is perhaps the most beautiful, powerful woman you have ever had the blessing to lay eyes on.
“Fuck me.” Thankfully the words are muffled by the rag, a slurred mess of incomprehensible syllables. Of course, you mean it as an expression of shock, rather than a request; although, you certainly wouldn’t be complaining, that’s for sure. A single eyebrow arches in response, the confusion in her eyes quickly melting to sadistic amusement.
“Ey, Diego. ¿Qué tan fuerte le pegaste a la pobre perra? She's still out of it.”
‘No I’m not, you’re just gorgeous’, you’re grateful the thought remains to yourself this time, barely even noticing the man that appears behind her, recognition flashing across your muddled memories as you glance at the man who gagged you. Not that he has your attention for long, quickly being stolen back as the Goddess before you as she begins to walk down the steps, her hand dipping into her waistband to pull out a long knife, the decorated blade glinting in the artificial light that swings above your head.
It’s almost hypnotic, the way your eyes trace along thin metal, taking in each delicate detail to a weapon that has no doubt rid many a person of their last breath. Snakes line each side of the dagger, the design flowing from the sharpened tip, all the way to the hilt, where solid metal gives way to wood, carved out in the shape of a snake's head. It’s nothing short of stunning, much like the woman who wields it.
