Guilty Pleasures (Reader x Various lemons)

A Medjai's Pride

You trace your scimitar's curves from the tip and down to her hilt. Standing in one of the palace's grand halls, you swiftly tucked your weapon in its hilt, and waited for further instructions. Palace dwellers on edge, the recent attacks on the pharaoh's finest guards and their demise weighed heavily on their minds. Their frantic running about increased tension, and could easily be cut by a rusty blade.

"I heard the last solders that were sent out, became nothing but hallowed husks, like their very lives were sucked out of them." The woman gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Captain Y/N is a Medjai after all, I'm sure her forces will prevail-"The woman was quickly cut off by a burly laughter.

"Medjai haven't been relevant in decades, you know that. Our king must be insane, if he's sending her forces. He doesn't have anyone more capable for the job?" Were they aware you were in the same room with them?

You glared at the both of them, traces your fingers up and down on your trusty scimitar's sheath. "If you would please be so kind to stop talking as if I'm invisible..." Not giving them another thought, your point was clear. The woman drew back as the man stands still.

You're a proud woman and just as proud of your past, while others you're your gender and your outdated heritage as a hindrance. "Nothing but a mere woman, she's going to get herself killed." Everyday you're reminded that you're not like your grandfather. Your parents disowned you, claiming they didn't want the bad news of knowing their only child dead for some useless war. If they had their way, you would be a lowly peddler, already settled down with children. All you wanted most of all, was to uphold the Medjai name.

Approaching the throne room, you bowed before walking in. You gracefully stood before pharaoh Atem and of course, his priests. Giving a gentle nod to each one, your gaze rested upon Atem's stern, yet calm exterior. The circles under his amethyst orbs were a dead give away to the nights he spent worrying about Egypt's state. Your sympathetic gaze shot up at the man, your stern expression faltered, before kneeling before him.

"Y/N, welcome." A faint smile spread across the pharaoh's face, hiding his distress. You awaited your orders, like any guard would, completely and utterly professional, for your career and livelihood were always on the line, not to mention you would be chased to live on the outskirts of the desert where the bandits roam.

"What is it you require, my king?" Atem's tired gaze fell upon your petite form.

"Y/N, I want you and your men to find Touzoku Bakura and bring him to justice, by any means necessary. His evil forces grow stronger by the day, so I trust you to take him out." With his majesty's permission, you rose to your feet and bowed before speaking.

"Of course, my elite warriors and I will stop at nothing my pharaoh. Please, leave it to me, we'll end Bakura's reign and return Egypt to its formal state." Your gaze showed nothing short of conviction. Atem smiled faintly at your determination.

You and your squad left the palace, but not before giving word to pharaoh Atem of the departure. Hours flew by and you only stopped to eat and to tend to your horses. The outskirts of the desert, the place where even the bravest men wouldn't dare to set foot on, took a matter of days.

"Captain, the sun is setting." You nod toward your second in command, urging your men in closer, keeping your group tightly knit.

"We'll have to be careful. This is the time when bandits attack frequently. We just need to stay keep our eyes peeled of any movement and-" You felt something wet hit your cheek. Slowly, your fingers wiped it from your cheek and your body ran cold. Blood! Your eyes darted, your men's heads whipping around to see where the sudden splatter came from. The only person that wasn't moving an inch on his mount, was your second in command, who had an arrow stuck in his jugular.