The Other Sawyer

┋ Valerian Maeve Sawyer. 29. the other sawyer. twin sister. bisexual. pirate. first mate on raging tsunami. former assassin.

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serafinaxroselyn‌:

Serafina nodded, “I do, do you want a cup or just the bottle?” She inquired as she was picking up the empty dishes on the table that she assumed was no longer being picked at. “Just the water? Do you want any other snack or something? How’s it going out there?” She inquired a bit more, she had been so swamped here that she had no idea what the update was outside.

“Bottle please.” Her throat was dry from all the work and the flames she had fought earlier. Valerian leaned her tired body against the table as she listened to the brunette woman. “Uh,” she began to scramble in her brain to remember what the recent update was outside. “it is good--most of the fire is out.” the blonde licks her dry lips. 

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maia-petrova‌:

The pirate’s words of encouragement pushed Maia over the edge as she came undone, moaning her name as she did. As the waves of pleasure began to subside, Maia relaxed back against the pillow, breathing heavily. Her hips arched to meet Valerian’s hand, a shudder running down her spine as she continued to tease her sensitive folds. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re not the type to shy away from a bit of a challenge.”

“Where is the fun in stepping away from a challenge?” the pirate cooed with a smirk on her face. “Come here.” The former assassin demand in a low heated tone. Before she allowed the Bulgarian to even react to her demands, Valerian grabbed Maia by her arm and pulled the royal back down into the water with her. She basically had Maia sandwiched between the wall and her naked form. Her lips attacking Maia’s soft pink lips as her hands began to trace every curve on the woman’s body as if it were the first time again. 

Beginning to trace sloppy kisses on the brunette’s neck, she came back up and nibbled on her ear. Being the sneaky woman she is Valerian managed to snake a hand between the royal’s legs--her index finger doing slow circles around her clit. 

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1. it’s not my time by 3 doors down 2. home by machine gun kelly, x ambassadors, bebe rexha 3. darkside by ty dolla sign and future 4. my demons by starset 5. on my own by ashes remain 6. my own worst enemy by robert petterson and helena josefsson 7. nobody praying for me by seether 8. here i go again by whitesnake 9. take me home by hollywood undead 10. ready for war by ko the legend 

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In the wake of the fire, Serafina was away, working at the Canteen. She was making sure everyone was fed, her main focus was on the pirates who were working putting out the fire and doing their assigned jobs. The cook finally had a bit of downtime for herself so she stepped out to catch her breath for a few moments. As she walked back inside, she passed a table, “Do you need anything else?”

The blonde looks up into the direction the voice came from. She was covered in blood, sweat, and soot. The former assassin’s once blonde hair was now partially covered in the ashes from the fire. She may not have looked it despite her body still being on alert, but Valerian was completely exhausted. “Do you have any more bottles of waters on ice?” She knows she could have asked for anything, but water was on her mind. 

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piratesurgoen‌:

“ I take offense to that compression, turtles aren’t slow. They just take their time to enjoy their surroundings. That all I was doing.” he laughed. Ramses could be the first to admit he had taken longer then even he had thought to get over his own demons and even now he was sure he wasn’t quite over them. However, like with anything. You couldn’t be bogged down by the past because it threaten your future. Ramses did have a future and he was proud that he was finally ready to embrace it.

“ With all the drinking I was doing in the last five years, I’ll be surprised if I haven’t already beat you to the punch,” he chuckled “ True enough, lead the way oh wise one.”

“All you was doing while drunk off your ass?” The blonde suggested with a smile on her face. At that a small laugh escaped her lips and she crosses the arms over her chest. Valerian would never admit it openly, but she did care for Ramses and found the surgeon interesting. When she learned of his backstory she asked how life could be cruel to someone as good as him. 

Valerian shakes her head at his words. “Oh if only you saw how fast I downed a few bottles the other day.” She began to walk alongside the man to their destination, her blue eyes look to him at his words. “I am anything, but wise, Doc.” 

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flynn-sawyer‌:

There was always one thing that Flynn would not tolerate and that always served to rile him up: when someone dared to speak ill of his mother. It did not matter if the person speaking was his own sister. It was one thing when they did it in a bantering way. It was another when Val did it with the intention of hurting. “You know that’s some fucking bullshit, Val!” Flynn argued. The words might have been cliché, but Flynn was positive their mother loved both twins equally. “Don’t you ever dare to speak of her like that ever again!” The taller Sawyer found himself hissing. But Flynn ended up registering something else in her speech. “Father?!” He snorted. “You mean the scumbag who never cared about getting to know either of us?!” He wondered. “The bastard who left all of us without ever looking back?! How would you even know something like that, huh? It’s not… It’s not like he was ever around!” The male Sawyer continued arguing, another snort emerging from him.

Flynn attempted to dodge the blow, but Valerian was faster, landing a punch on his cheekbone. A dry sound, something akin to laughter, came from Flynn as he put himself to his feet. “That’s what you actually want, huh, sis? For me to go ahead and fight you?!” He asked, head shaking. “Fine, go ahead, do it!” He gestured for her to come closer.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t meet some of his sister’s words with curiosity. Flynn had no clue where they were coming from. “Quit saying nonsense, sis,” Flynn spoke with a roll of his eyes, and, although he assumed a defensive stance, he made no other motion to get to her.

“Nonsense?” The blonde chuckled darkly as she stared her brother down. “I am sorry you cannot handle the cold hard truth, brother.” Venom oozed from the words she spoke with a touch of sarcasm in it. This was the side of Valerian that the former assassin never ever wanted her dear little brother to see. This was the side that earned the name of Black Samaritan--this whole other side was a side Valerian wanted to keep under lock and key. Maybe in the way this episode of her PTSD was a way of this side of her clawing to come out. It had been little over a year since the former assassin had killed for the Order. “That old man may have been a deadbeat of a father, but oh man was he one hell of a fighter.” 

The memories of having her ass handed to her by one of her mentors came to mind. Later on down the road is when the woman learned this particular mentor was the deadbeat she labeled ‘sperm donor’ all those years ago. 

With no warning Valerian moved fast in on her brother like a prey would to its predator. The question is which sibling is which? She brings her arm up to over her face to block a blow from the man before sending a sidekick to his ribcage. “Oh, come on!” she roared and shoves Flynn away from her harshly before putting her hands up in a defensive mode. “you can fight better than that surely.” 

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maia-petrova‌:

Maia let out a string of expletives as the pirate began teasing her with her tongue. Her hands tangled through Valerian’s hair, knuckles white as she gripped, muscles tensing with pleasure. “I couldn’t agree more,” she groaned.

A smirk came across her lips when hearing Maia’s words. “Cum for me, princess.” Her voice low. The pirate’s tongue flicked across the woman’s bundle of nerves as she continued working her fingers. The blonde curled her finger a bit to drive the woman more insane. 

“It is such a shame I didn’t bring any of my toys here,” her dark blue eyes glance up the royal’s body to look her in the eyes. “I would be having you take a trip down memory lane.” Her voice almost sounded sweet. Too sweet in fact. “It was such a sight to see you scream my name while I fucked this tight hole with your favorite.” As she spoke such words, Valerian had her spare hand and rubbed the bottom of Maia’s ass. “I guess I will just have to get creative, won’t I?” Keeping her eyes on Maia’s face, Valerian went and nibbled ever so slightly on the woman’s wet folds.

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flynn-sawyer‌:

Having his head hit was something that left Flynn stunned for a beat. But that wasn’t the worst. The knee to the gut did the trick, and Flynn tumbled to the floor, curling into a fetal position. Then again, he didn’t have the time to lie still and wallow in his pain. He needed to do something. What? Well, he didn’t know. But if he didn’t choose to fight back, well, pretty soon there wouldn’t be fight left in him. The navigator wasn’t a man prone to violence, and he refused to throw the first punch, however, he had to defend himself. So, in a swift movement fueled by adrenaline alone, Flynn used a sweep kick on his sister, which knocked her down to the floor, leveling up the playfield.

With an almost martial maneuver, Flynn jumped back to his feet, analyzing Val’s home, and deciding the best way to deal with that was if he could, somehow, lead her out of the house and away from any possibly lethal weapons.

“Val,” he allowed her moniker to slip away from his lips, fading out around them. He kept his eyes on her as he began backtracking towards the door. “You’re my fucking sister, damn,” he cursed. “I get that sometimes you might want to end me, but… At least make it a… You know… Convincing reason,” he pointed out. “Besides, mom won’t like to hear about this,” he was attempting to contain her with some humor, hoping it might get through to her.

“Mother?” The blonde scoffed at his mention of hers. “Oh that is right, you were her favorite.” Each step her brother took Valerian took a step towards him. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she kept her eyes on him. “Father claims I got his genes.” she randomly threw out into this unstable conversation. The man always had been a deadbeat to Valerian and still sees him that way despite recently learning why he was never around. People like them were not meant for families or anything of that sort. 

As Valerian kept her eyes on Flynn she took the opportunity to tackle him out of the house when he took his eyes off her for a second. Landing roughly in the sand her fist collided with the man’s cheek before moving away from him. “Stand up and fight--I know you got it in you.”

The former assassin gathered up the blood in her mouth and spits it out into the ground. “I’m starting to believe I have a lot in common with the old man.” She was beginning to view herself in another flashback, one where she fought off a male assassin who was indeed like a brother to her. He claimed Valerian was nothing like her father despite sharing very similar physical appearances. That male assassin decided to fight Valerian to prove she did have more in common with the deadbeat. 

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maia-petrova‌:

Maia shuddered, the pirate had always had a way of knowing exactly what to do to drive Maia crazy, and today seemed to be no exception. “You have to be joking,” she breathed, “I would choose your tongue, or even your little finger over nearly any man’s cock any day…” 

Hearing Maia’s answer brought a devilish smirk to the former assassin’s lips. She began to quicken her pace with her fingers as her tongue began to tease the woman’s clit. “This has been long overdue, princess.” 

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tatiana-nikolaevna‌:

Since her restless, sleepless nights had become something of a regular thing, Tatiana had begun trying different tactics to dispelling them. She had tried meditating, swimming, walking, but she still lay in bed afterwards, staring at the ceiling, listening to every single sound that was around her. Instead of waiting for the inevitable, Tatiana had made her way to the gym, pushing herself hard, hopefully to the point of exhaustion but as she took a hot shower afterwards, she still felt wide awake. Groaning quietly to herself, the blonde let her hair down before retying it into a messy bun. She didn’t want to go back to the villa yet, but she was running out of options.

Holding her towel against her body, Tatiana made her way across to the sauna, slipping through the door into the cloud of steam. Deciding to keep her towel on for now, the Princess took a deep breath and made her way towards the bench, jumping slightly as she spotted another body. “Oh god, sorry, I didn’t think anyone would be in here this late. I’m so sorry, I’ll go, I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

Opening up her eyes to the source of the voice, Valerian couldn’t help but mentally curse at the steam for it hid most of the woman’s beauty to her. “It is quite alright,” her voice soft. Seeing as the woman was beginning to take her exit Valerian quickly rose to her feet and cut the woman off. “You can be a sweetheart and stay here with me.” She fought off the blush well that tried its best to creep onto her cheeks. Valerian could almost feel her body against the woman’s. 

“I do not mind the company,” her blue eyes glance down the royal’s body before looking back into her eyes. “especially if that company has a body likes yours.” The former assassin licks her lips at the devouring the royal before her. 

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piratesurgoen‌:

“ You know I’ve heard that a lot,” he chuckled “ but the way I see it is I got to the point you all wanted me to get to. It just took longer than any of you would have liked.” he said with a smile. Ramses, had been lost in his feelings,  no that wasn’t true. He had been ignoring it, covering it up with booze. Numbing himself so he didn’t have to think about what losing his wife meant to him. But within  the last few months of so their had been a shift. He was spending more time with his friends, opening himself up towards others. Teaching, granted it was just one student but he found that he like his private medical lesson with Alexandra. The more time he had spent with others, the less time he had to wallow in his own pity. He had found his peace and he hadn’t been looking for it, now all he wanted was to make sure he didn’t lose it.

Ramses chuckled, “ I know that I can, but apparently you need a reminder of my skill level. It’s a bit early to be drinking but I’m down if you are.” 

“Well I always did say you were as slow as a turtle,” She teased the Doctor with a smile on her face. Valerian was more than happy to see this outgoing side of Ramses, the former assassin quited enjoyed seeing it. At first the former assassin questioned why she was so intrigued by Ramses but she may have figured it out. He was once lost in the dark like she still is but yet somehow manages to shine bright like the sun as if he never been tainted by the dark. 

Valerian shakes her head. “A reminder? Doctor, I will kill your liver.” Hearing his next comment the woman shrugs. “Its five o’clock somewhere.” 

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samsonmorales‌:

It had been a good bit of time since Samson had last spent any time with Valerian. So long in fact, that he almost worried that she had forgotten about him. The text message clearly meant that she hadn’t, so with a smile he made his way from his bedroom to his living room. He made sure to unlock the door, as he had told her to just come right in. There were a few things for him to do before she arrived so he got to work washing some of the dishes that he had let sit in the sink for just a bit too long. When the former assassin walked through the front door, he figured she’d find him without much of an issue. @theothersawyer

A sly smirk danced across the former assassin’s lips at seeing Samson standing there. “I was beginning to think you forgotten little ole’ me.” The blonde walks over to the pirate to allow the man to see what she wore on her frame. The clothes she wore on her body consisted of a bikini and a large thin shirt clinging to her body. She had went swimming earlier and didn’t seem to mind the shirt clung to her body. Leaning against the counter she watched the man with a heated gaze. 

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flynn-sawyer‌:

Ever since the storm and the time Val had to take off to recover from the wound she had received, Flynn would spend more time with his sister, checking in on her and making sure she was respecting the orders of staying put and not overexerting herself. That last part certainly wasn’t easy.

Finally, when she had recovered, Flynn felt like they could return to their routine, but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t drop by every now and then to see what she might be up to, if there was anything he could be doing for her, or, merely to drop off stuff that Val had – intentionally or not – left at his villa. Out of the twins, Val had to be the one who had the most problems when it came to keeping things organized.

Holding a bag with some assorted items that belonged to her, and holding a bottle of whiskey he had been able to snatch from the pirate lounge, Flynn opened up the door to his sister’s house on the island. They were family, they had long dismissed the courtesy of knocking. “Val,” he called out her name as he stepped through the threshold, already seeing the woman standing in there, the distraught look on her expression and the way her surroundings looked made alarms sound inside his head. Sure, they had already established she wasn’t the most organized person in the world, however, her villa looked as if it had just been raided. Furniture had been turned, the stuffing of some of the cushions laid all over the floor, the table’s surface. Flynn’s eyes immediately traveled to Val’s figure, assessing her plight.

Some relief washed over him as he seemed to notice that she didn’t appear to withstand any injuries, so, he wondered what had happened. He wondered if somewhere outside they would find someone who actually looked like they’d been in a fight. But, there wasn’t much time to ask questions, and Flynn heard his sister’s roaring voice with a threat. This wasn’t just her being mad at him over something he might have done. No, this was more than that. It was as if she couldn’t even see him as she pounced forward. Dropping the bag to the floor at his feet, Flynn was quick enough to dodge the incoming attack, moving away from the blade.

Flynn put some more distance between them, leaving the bottle of whiskey somewhere safe, or, at least, out of reach, the pirate held his hands out, trying to calm his sister down. “Val… Val, it’s me… Flynn,” he attempted to reach out to her, attempted to get her to see past the fury in light eyes.

She lunged again, and Flynn jumped to the side, grabbing her wrist in his hand. The blow, however, had landed on his shirt, ripping a large part of the cloth. “Val… Listen to me… It’s your brother…” he held the arm with the knife away from them. “Come on, sis,” he pleaded.

‘Terminate him!’ roared Valerian’s mentor. 

‘Finish him!’ roared another voice--the voice that belonged to their father. 

Gritting her teeth, Valerian headbutts the man before kneeing him in the stomach. With hell bent fury in her once calm blue hues Valerian looks down at the ground; at him. “I will be sure you meet an end so cruel the Devil himself will wee you murderer.” As she remained to stand above him the rage in her only grew stronger. She looks to the blade in her hand and tosses it to the side before looking back at him. “You do not deserve a quick death.”

Before Valerian could pounce on the man and take him out with her bare hands the former assassin found herself having her feet knocked out from under her. She got too cocky something she hardly ever did. “Fuck!” yelped the woman as she landed roughly onto the hard ground. Ignoring the pain from her now pounding head Valerian looks to the man. 

“You are going to regret that.” venom was practically oozing out of her words as she held a deadly glare to him. 

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swashbucklinglance‌:

He laughed, finishing drying off and wrapping the towel firmly around his waist. “If you want to fuck, Valerian, all you have to do is ask. You know you don’t have to play some little back and forth game with me.” Lance had always been a pretty straight to the point kind of guy. Especially when it came to fucking.

“Oh but Lance,” the blonde walks over to the pirate with a smirk on her lips. “sometimes it is so fun to play it like that.” Her eyes break away from his dark eyes and took in the sight of his physical appearance. 

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maia-petrova‌:

Maia let out a low moan as Valerian began to devour her, her fingers tangled through the pirate’s hair, tugging on it gently as she let out a soft shudder as the pirate managed to hit a particularly sensitive combination with her skilled fingers and tongue. 

“Mmmm,” Maia groaned, “I miss you whenever I’m not near that mouth and those hands and that–” she cut herself off with another moan, “Oh God.”

“Tell me,” Valerian flicks the clit with her tongue. “is my tongue better than a man’s cock?” As the pirate awaited her answer she began to tease the Bulgarian by slowing down the pace of her fingers as she began to suck on the woman’s wet folds. 

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maia-petrova‌:

“When you do things like this how could I not?” Maia breathed, moved to the edge as the pirate instructed. Maia had learned very quickly with Valerian that doing what she asked without question always ended up well, to say the least. She groaned as Valerian blew on her clit, arching her back involuntarily as she felt the pirate’s tongue on her. “So badly…” she groaned.

Maia took one of Valerian’s breasts and began kneading at it with her hand, her fingers moving to her nipple, gently tugging and twisting. She loved Valerian’s teasing, but at the moment she didn’t know how much longer she could withstand it. 

“Hmm,” Valerian was teasing her. “you don’t look like you have.” She knew that her fingers were cold despite the two of them being in the hot springs, but Valerian didn’t care. With no warning the pirate slips her index finger inside of Maia as she began to place sloppy wet kisses on her inner thigh. 

Fastening up her pace, Valerian trailed her sloppy kisses down to the royal’s hot core before beginning to devour it with her tongue.