𝓽𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓪 (𝓷.) 𝓳𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓼; 𝓶𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓲-𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 ⚠ contains sexual content,mature language,and violence

Anger will fuel him. Ambition will drive him. The past will be his undoing. Mere moments after Vi and Powder were found by Vander, a young boy emerged from the smoke. The last of an experiment dedicated to creating the strongest and most skilled Enforcers, the boy had been left homeless by the war. That boy was known as (Y/N). Raised alongside Vi, Powder, Mylo, and Claggor, (Y/N)'s enhancements were an asset to the group and their many operations. But one incident left every member of their family dead or in tatters. (Y/N) should have died that day. But fate sometimes has something else in store. A man found him that day, a man more powerful than he could possibly imagine - and he remade him into the assassin and killing machine known as Deathstroke. Deathstroke returns to Zaun, finding employment wherever possible, but never forgetting the day he should have died. When one target evades his capture, he realizes he's set to be replaced. And the past suddenly comes back to bite him.

Navee was supposed to die in the dark-left as prey for a predator with a charming smile and fangs to match. But when the monster spares her and the king binds her to him instead, desire becomes a far more dangerous game. Trapped between a seductive prisoner who would kill for her and a cruel king who might be falling for her, Navee must survive courtly games, blood-soaked secrets, and her own cravings. But even as the court tries to bend her, she begins to rise-not as a servant, but as a queen. And the crown she wants most... might be his heart. I climbed into Raihn's bed, pulling the covers around myself and adjusting Jada gently beside me. He remained motionless, his weight familiar, comforting. Raihn, for his part, didn't remove his pants. He cleared his throat awkwardly when I curled up beside him with Jada nestled against my side, like it was the most natural thing in the world. "You're seriously going to cuddle a snake naked in my bed?" he asked, incredulous. "Jada stays," I mumbled, already half-asleep, tugging the serpent closer. There was a pause. Then Jada hissed lightly and muttered, "I'm going to strangle you in your sleep." "You can try," Raihn shot back instantly, deadpan. I groaned, burying my face into the pillow. "Seriously? Can you two not?" "He started it," Raihn defended. "He exists," Jada muttered. "Oh my gods," I groaned again and grabbed the nearest pillow. I tossed it across the bed, hitting Raihn square in the face. "Why me?" Raihn spluttered, flinging the pillow aside. "Why not him?" "Because I'm cuddling him," I said flatly, rolling over and closing my eyes. "Unbelievable," Raihn muttered. But I didn't respond. I was already halfway to sleep, cocooned in warmth and chaos, both familiar and new. Between a bickering snake and a brooding king, somehow... I was home.