queen of the ruckus

if there was anyone who could lay a finger on him and get away with it  ── it was her. no one else. liliana was an easy woman to provoke; quick to light a match, quick to start a fight and even quicker in finishing it  ── if the dead could talk, they’d certainly agree with that sentence, she’d left many rotting corpses behind her; including family members, and lost lovers, and the ones lucky enough to have gotten away, know better than to ever show their faces ── they stay burried long enough.

there was no love left within her that doesn’t despise; an anomaly, the same one she knew was rotting within mike; a descrepancy living in their bones; a contradiction, she cannot show care, if she doesn’t show disdain ──  exactly why she was now eager to get her claws on hollis; the whole damn syndico pack, that should have been wiped out a long time ago.

“heard you’ve left some syndico scum still breathig.” her arms had been crossed over her chest, as she stood before mike. “i thought you knew better than that.”

Tenaya rolled his eyes. “I think I know what does and doesn’t work on you.” All bark, not always bite. He thought to himself as he watched her put some distance between the two of them. He enjoyed the feisty ones, which was probably why he had always found the woman in front of him so attractive.

“Not all of us have to be part of a pack to have things happen in their lives.” He explained to her. “In fact, I could argue that more interesting things happen to those who choose the life of a loner.” He offered her a smile. “More opportunities. More possibilities.” 

-

fuck. when it came to that damn man the rage taking root in her seemed to vanish, seemed to turn to vapor and be exhaled through her nostrils, as her fingers rolled into fists by her sides; and sharp nails pierced her flesh until she could feel blood pooling between her fingertips. no, he hadn’t had a clue of what does and doesn’t work on her, he was a mare fragment of her past, and her feelings towards him would always be a coin; a double sided thing, something that couldn’t be seperated, nor thrown away, because coins held value, no matter how insignificant. 

she’d be damned before he ever saw that. 

“oh, how quirky of you, ten. a loner. “ she grimaced, her tone mocking, “don’t make me barf.” her words were followed by a roll of her eyes; her frame leaning back, body pressed now firmly into the wall.

 “i’m intrigued to know what kind of possibilities you found so far, babe.” the corners of her red lips tugged into a smirk. 

Mike was adamant that after surviving Liliana’s cage, he could withstand anything she threw at him, as vicious and vindictive and degrading as it could be, he could stand and take it. We’re the only one to ever break out of the cage. Everyone else died trying. That made him special. Made him strong. Yet, as she spoke, words slow and calculated, he couldn’t help but swallow, despite how calm he was appearing on the outside.

You’ve been doing my job lately.

In an unofficial way, yes, he had, with so many of their pack absent, someone had to stand in for her, but the way she avoided his gaze set a fear into him once again. Had he stepped over a line? Should he have let everyone run riot? Stuck to the roles his rank as a Delta dictated? But was a Delta not there to protect the pack, and was that not what he had been doing in his own twisted way? “We tried,” he answered honestly, “but w-” he was cut off, and he bit down hard onto his bottom lip, watching her pace as her speech continued. I don’t know what the fuck’s gotten into you. Oh shit, he was screwed, and his fists clenched at his sides, ready to defend himself should he need to.

But he had no need to. Her words were…surprising. “Sorry?” He queried, as if he had genuinely misheard, but those were definitely the words she’d said. “We’ve barely done anything. They’ve not listened to us…we’re not you. We’re not even a Beta, they’ve had no reason to. We don’t command the respect you do…Only one that has is Ronan but…we know your feelings on him.” His brows tightened, confused as to what it was Liliana seemed to think he had done and what he should be continuing. He’d been distracted of late, admittedly. The stalking of that one Mer family, the random murder sprees and the outbursts at the other wolves.

On instinct, he took a small step back as she approached, waiting expectantly for the other shoe to drop, for her real motives to become clear and the claws and teeth to protrude. But they never came. I need you. The fear subsided, with the worry and the confusion, and his eyes softened, and he swallowed once again. “You need us?” Words he’d been wanting to hear for so long from her…from anyone really. “Really?”

“they know you’re more than a delta. they know you’re the closest one to me. and they’re afaid of you - because you survived.” she was certain of that. after all, the reason he was locked in that cage was to show each wolf in her pack that no matter who you were, how close or how loyal you were to her - one wrong move and you’ll end up on the opposite side. the sharks might be her friends, but they were always hungry. and she couldn’t risk it. with liliana - it was her side or death. and she kept mike in that cage like a rabid dog to prove a fucking point, not just to the rest of them - but to him - it was always better to be with her, than agaist her. and it still stung, even if she was too proud and too arrogant to admit it; it still stung to think that he would go against her, even if it was for a split second, and watching him now; accepting that he is a part of her, as much as she is a part of him; accepting that she needed him, as much as he needed her, felt like going back to that miserable place she was at the moment her siblings turned their backs on her. but she knew better now, she knew now that  they were not her people; they shared the same blood, but not the same spark of madness, and mike - mike was as insane as she was; the same rush of adrenaline ran through his veins, the same thirst, the same sparks of electricity had rotted his brain. 

“yes.” she admitted; there was no bitterness in the sound of her voice. 

“it’s you and me, mike. always has been.” 

for once her words did not mean to plunge, nor to maim. paranoia had slipped away and in its place stood a feeling far too difficult to explain. she knew nothing better than to keep someone she didn’t want to lose as a hostage; in a cage was better than gone. lost. someone else’s. she knew nothing better than violence. it’s who she was.

The exact events that transpired through the surprise party were obviously vague and fractured in Mike’s mind, little fragments of dancing and drinking and bright colours and paint floated in and out before retuning to a dull blank and a throbbing that seemed to radiate across his entire skull. He pushed himself out of bed, perching on the end of it, head in his hands. How many years had it been since he’d actually been hungover?

Mike looked over his body, scarred skin now speckled with blotches of neon paint, green going from his hand up to his bicep, blue hand prints adorning his chest and stomach, flecks of pink and yellow and orange everywhere else. The wolf groaned again, pushing himself up from the edge of the bed and to the drawer, throwing on a pair of boxers and a white vest. He had no intention of leaving his pit today so this would suffice, and the paint could be washed off later.

The scent touched his nose as he pulled the vest over his head, turning his head towards the bedroom door, hearing the door to the apartment itself open and close. He shook his head, dismissing that the scent would be the person it belonged to. It wouldn’t be. She wouldn’t come here. As he stumbled to the doorway, he was proved wrong, eyebrow cocked in curiosity as to why Liliana Solar was now in his living room.

“By a few hours,” he joked, leaning up against the wooden frame, not once breaking eye contact with his Alpha, “ but we knew you wouldn’t come. Figured you were still busy, or just didn’t want to be in a room full of people you actively despise.” He pause, lips pressing together tightly, thinking over his next words before, fuck it, why not just say it. “Figured you didn’t want to be around us.” Their last conversation together had hardly been the friendliest of interactions they’d ever had.

-

she wouldn’t be caught dead with all the nasty wolves mike was hanging out with; hell, she wouldn’t be caught dead with most of his fucking place’s wolves. mike was free to do whatever he wanted, date a fuckin vampire, and throw a party with a bunch of idiots, but liliana was good on her own; her company choices were limited.

“you know me so well.” a dry chuckle tore from her throat. “i figured paying you a visit here would be more - our style, you know?” her lips curled into a small smirk. 

“i heared you’ve been doing my job lately.” she spoke wihout glancing at him; her eyes inspected the room, not that she found any of it one bit fascinated, but she couldn’t admit to herself, that looking at him stung. she feared looking at him might warm up her dead heart, and that was something she couldn’t afford right now. she came to say what she had to say and nothing more. nothing less. “i don’t know what the fuck’s gotten into you. but whatever you think you’re doing - “ she paused, her frame turning sharply to him; brown hues finally locking on his own, “ keep doing it. “

Jaxon huffed, clearly not surprised by the alpha’s words..let alone her decision, and lowered her back to the soft, muddy ground before crouching down in front of her. “..you wanna bleed to death? S’that it? ‘Cause let me tell you.. it’s fine by me.” It wasn’t really the yelling, or the fact that a small, hidden side of him did not enjoy seeing her power taken from her like this, but rather the likelihood of this going wrong becoming a nuisance to him.

The male exhaled, wrapping a soft tissue around his hand and glancing up on the last second, deep..into her eyes. “..Alright. This is goin’ to sting..so uh, you might want to bite onto somethin’.” A recommendation rather than a demand, but yeah. Jax bit his lip, took hold of the object plunged into the other’s body and…fucking hesitated, for just a blip, before taking action. “Breathe..Liliana, I got you..” he rasped, bringing his other hand to brush the hair out of her face and smoosh her tears.

Just before she could blink, Reed made it, tossing the object to the side and bringing her hand to the wound to add pressure. Only then, he ventured a look to her face. “…you with me?”

-

she didn’t need to bite into anything, she already had her claws deep into the muddy ground beneath her, and jaxon could only be glad they weren’t digging into his fucking chest, because the second that fucking thing was ripped out of her she would want to tear a man apart. she only groaned and grawled and trembled violently within his grip, not a word from his mouth made any sense to her; her vision was blurry, she couldn’t even make out his features at this point; it was all a blur; the trees, his face, the blood - colors mixing together until they all faded to black. 

absolute nothingness. 

she had only once felt this way before; and she remembered well the moment she awoke; the caughing of blood, the way her body ached terribly, abandoned, left for dead by her own family. and this now - the feeling she awoke with was so familiar; burnt flesh, her insides had not healed well yet; she must have been out for an hour or two. her bones felt heavy; her muscles torn and sore. she could barely remain concious; she was barely aware of what consciousness was - she was in and out, she could still feel the burning sensation but once her fingers reached the flesh of her abdomen the silveriron was no longer there.

“where - “ her voice came out in a broken whisper; barely audible. “ - the fuck am i?” she could feel a soft surface beneath her; a couch or a bed, and there was a blanket around her frame. and if her body would fucking allow her; she would stand up and leave right this second, but she could barely prop herself on her elbow to have a look around the room or spot a face this place belonged to.

liliana wasn’t santimental; not one bit; she hated tradition, she hated anything that reminded her of being human. but she had a soft spot, a barely visible one, but nevertheless there. she had once believed in family, in blood, and even with her hatred now for her bloodline, for her siblings, her boiling anger for everything she held dear once, there was mike - and mike, despite the hatred and the anger, had somehow made his way to her. and there she was now - seeking him out, sticking her hand out and for once not assumiing he would chop it off any given moment - because for them, the common ground they shared was the ability to always be the last one standing. 

she didn’t bother knocking, she turned the knob to the right and allowed herself inside mike’s place. she had not stepped foot there in a very long time; she had not seen the man in even longer; liliana was, and always will be constantly on the move; she could never settle for too long; either the bar would catch on fire, or her pack would tear each other apart, or her fucked up siblings would howl for a so called family meeting she would never attend but still keep tabs on. she had to be prepared - always, keeping tabs on everyone was how she stayed sane.

“looks like i’m late for the party?” she called out, as she picked up a party hat from the edge of the couch in the living room.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the dog bed this morning.” Tenaya grumbled as he took a long swig of his drink. He was not in the mood for an argument, though, it seemed as though that’s what she wanted. 

He turned, his eyes meeting hers. “Calm down, Lily.” He said in a soft tone. He lifted a hand, letting his fingertips caress her cheek. “Your anger may work on others but you know it doesn’t work on me.” He said as his fingers brushed over her lips before he dropped his hand. “Sit down. Let me buy you a drink. And let’s catch up.” 

-

lily. she wanted to rip that nickname off his lips. fuck, not just his lips - rip it from his memory. he was only taking advantage of the fact that he’d known her for over fifty years. and no one could hold such power over her.  he was so fucking sure of himself; the way he touched her, the moment his finger met her lips, she swore she would bite them clean off - leave him bleeding there, before new ones grew in their place, and she would bite them off again. “and whatever you think you’re doing - doesn’t work on me.” she moved back then - putting some needed distance between them, before one of them lost a limb or two.

“i own a fucking bar. i don’t need you buying me drinks.” she rolled her eyes, as she scoffed at his offer. 

catch up. what was there to catch up with? she wasn’t interested in his life; she didn’t need to know information that woudn’t be of any use to her, and tenaya wasn’t someone with a lot of trouble on his hands; there wasn’t something of importance that he could provide. 

Jaxon could have smelt that horrible stench from miles but he would not..and could not have ever believed Liliana would be the carrier. Hell..shock hadn’t even worn off when he told him to fuck right off..but he was quick to shake off of it, allowing his trained eyes to inspect however much of the wound was visible in plain sight. “..look. I know you would enjoy watching me on your shoes right now, but I swear to you I ain’t.” He just..couldn’t fix her, like he said. He wouldn’t even get a miserable thank you for trying.

That’s right….. fuck. “Wait.”

Sighing and without being too obvious about it, Reed could simply not stop himself. No. He moved to her side, threw his arm around her torso and looked right at her sternly before lifting her up a bit. “..let’s get you to your place at least, ey? That shit looks serious..and it smells even worse.” he huffed, “We both know you ain’t making it far without me, mh?”

-

she was disorientated; almost elirious from the amount of pain she was in; his voice didn’t even sound like his voice; it was a broken, disrupted version of it, like coming out of a beated down radio. red eyes still roamed his features, as she tried to find one spot she could focus on and try to clear her vision. she needed only a second, only small moment to gather herself, but such one didn’t come. the pain was almost never ending, influriating, clawing at her insides, and she could burst into flames any giving moment now.

the moment his arm wrapped around her frame, she wanted to tear it off. 

fucking jaxon. she thought, as she bit down hard on her lip, but a grunt still escaped her. 

“my pack is not seeing me like this. there’s no fucking way.” she would rather die, than ever let someoen gloat over he defeat; over her aching body, even her pack she didn’t trust enough with that kind of mserable view.  

“i’m not fucking moving, jax. just rip it off - fucking rip it off.” she almost yelled the last words; she wanted to scream until all the trees got ripped off from their roots by the sound of her voice. he had to be the one to do it; she wouldn’t have the fucking chance

@khanivcre​

Ten took a gulp of the alcoholic beverage he had ordered as he sat there, watching the dancers. He had chosen to leave his secluded home for the night. Mostly to see what Calamity would have to offer him. What he hadn’t expected, however, was to see an Alpha in the midst. And not just any Alpha. Liliana.

“I hadn’t realized you came to such establishments.” Tenaya smirked as he eyed the woman closely. “I suppose I don’t know you like I used to.” He pressed his lips together into a thin line. “Or are you here for business and not pleasure?”

-

she almost bursted into laughter; he seemed to have forgotten who he was talking to. the image he had of her back then, surely had to have already faded; she wasn’t daddy’s little girl anymore, and even when she was; even when she had everything at the tips of her fingertips; his money, his estabishments, his power - she only ever craved her own. she would never fucking wear crown. tenaya would have been a fool if he did not see the sparkle of mad rebellion within her hues right then and there. she’s always had it, even when she was forced to attend fancy gatherings. 

“and isn’t that fucking sad, tenaya? i thought you knew me pretty well by now.” she did not sit down; she hovered above him; arms finally pressing onto the table, as she leaned down to match his level. “what is the last thing you remember of me? ‘cause i can remind you of who i am in about ten seconds, babe.” her eyes locked on his; the same flames he had seen before ignited within red hues. 

the wolf watched the alpha; watched her lips, her tongue, listened to the words that came out of her mouth – was she baiting him? if he wasn’t already apprehensive in the company of the woman, he become even more suspicious as she offered him what seemed to be the world in the palm of her hand. 

her pack – whatever pack that may be, was open. open to him, open to additional wolves, but the omega had been around for long enough, a wolf for long enough, to know that if an alpha was immediately welcoming solace inside their pack, that there was something not worth trusting. no alpha just immediately offered a strange wolf a spot within their pack. instinct taught him that. as threateningly enticing as the woman may be, instinct told him she wasn’t worth even the basic level of trust. not with that hand hanging between her breasts.

“and..is that what happens if people question you?” he asked, nodding down to the hand, his eyes looking at the limb hanging..and that alone. not to the mounds that surrounded it. 

the offering of a swim was less threatening. it already seemed risky to insult an alpha by refusing a spot within their pack, he didn’t want to make an enemy out of her by refusing a swim also. 

he nodded silently. his hands going to the waistband of his jeans and pulling them off. she stood before him in all her natural glory, and this was connell’s way of offering his own vulnerability to her in return. naked, letting his pants fall against the forest floor, connell stood tall in front of the woman, allowing her time to look at him, assess him, smell him. before he slowly took steps past her, forward the water and descend inside. 

-

of course he was going to point out the dangling piece of fresh meat around her neck.

“oh, that? that’s just for fun.” liliana knew how to intimidate; she knew how to keep people on their toes, and this time she didn’t need to back the man into a corner, she didn’t need to pull out her claws, or tear into his flesh - she was standing right before him in her purest form; bare and human. 

he was witnessing the aftermath of a night of pure fun; well, she had the fun, the poor sucker who lost his limb surely didn’t have such a good time. “you don’t want to know what happens when people question me. that’s why it’s better for you to be on my side.” because the ones who were against her always ended up dead, and the ones who ran around lone always ended up dead too anyway, or a part of packs not worthy, settling for something mediocre, settling for being lapdogs than wild beasts. this could never be her, this could never be her pack. 

“a wolf should never be tamed, and this place is crowded with packs who teach you how to be a good, little boy.” she moved a step closer; as she leaned closer to breathe his scent again; not that she needed to. she wanted to. “and you - you have so much potential. i can smell it on you.” dark orbs locked on his through masses of tick lashes; voice low.

and he agreed so quickly. fuck, he didn’t even suspect what he was agreeing to, did he? it was much more than a swim, and she needed to take one look at him in that moment; naked, and agreeing, and unprepared for what he had stumbled upon; what he had allowed to pull him into, to know that his curiousity was dangerous; it was something she could use against him, because that was who she was; she would only ever take a look at a man, if there was something about him she could use. otherwise, she wouldn’t bother. otherwise, she’d leave the man alone; the ones she payed no attention to, were the ones who were still alive.

she watched him, as he made his way into the water; and when his frame was fully covered she turned around and walked back into the woods. this was enough for her; she got her answer, and she was certainly satisfied - for now. 

Something Card was trying to implement more into the new structure at the Refuge was for at least one hunter to go with the scouts as they went out into the city for supplies. Given the state of everything at the moment: the rising tensions across all the factions and the hatred directed towards the humans made them the easiest target, even if they were now seen as the species happy to blow everything sky high should it come down to it. Despite being the Second in Command, Cardelle still had hunters blood, and made the decision that tonight he would leave the safety of their home and join the party as they headed South.

Maybe that had been the mistake. The scout session had gone without a hitch until the point of returning home, the numbers seeming to have dwindled by only one. He prompted for the team to head back, while he stayed to search for Sully. It wasn’t like he could have gotten very far.

Unless a certain woman had gotten her claws into him.

He had no idea how a body could become so mangled in such a short amount of time, but over the two previous encounters he’d had with the Lywayerer Alpha, he knew she would be the one to do it. “Why the fuck is it always you Liliana?” A genuine question, despite the wetness now clouding his eyes, his demeanour was cool and calm but his words still held some bite to them. Just looking at her he felt phantom pain in his chest, the “L” carved into his pec seeming to burn as if it knew she was near. Already he planning both a way out, and a tactic if she approached. His gun remained in the holster to his side, but Damien’s silver-iron knife was well hidden for now, but easy to reach. “You didn’t have to kill him. The hell did Sully do to you?”

-

“says the man who’s crossing my borders.” the ends of her lips tugged into a smirk; she knew the blonde would come around, they always did - never learned their fucking lessons, stubborn, foolish, little humans. did he hoenstly believed that one lucky win in the ring was going to keep his ass safe from her for the rest of his pathetic life? she’d like to think he knew better than to underestimate her fantasies of revenge.  “people who wander this far off are looking to get their asses killed.” she reminded him ;  as she tossed the limb in her hand away. 

did he seriously expect an explanation? she furrowed her brows in confusion, before letting out a laugh; it was more of a burst, she couldn’t contain it any longer. “he was breathing.” she let him know; nonchalantly. she even added a little shrug of her shoulders. 

“you have some balls - i’ll give you that. you have some big target on your ass, and you’re still walking around like axel didn’t slam that giant “kill me.” sign on your forehead.” she continued to chuckle, as she moved closer. she wasn’t afraid of him - a silly, little hunter with his sharp toys. they could only tickle, and tease, and scratch - ocassionally, but never wound. he’ll be dead before he even reached for that gun. 

“tell me - why are you still loyal to a fucking suicidal lunatic?”

𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊 👫𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙

@hokuspocus​​   .   👫 llilana x kashvi

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐮́𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐨: Kash knows how intimidating Liliana can be. Know quite a few wolves are either scared or attracted to her or some sort of combination of both. and she gets it totally sees the appeal if she’s being honest. But Kash is less these things and more just fascinated with her fellow alpha’s presence.  

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐮́𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐬 : There are two people in the whole of the city, and Kash has made it her mission to get to smile. And Liliana is one of them, does she think it is going to be a helluva lot of work to achieve yes. Is there a possibility the other might try to stab her? I mean isn’t that a given? Either way, this is her mission and she will achieve it. 

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐮́𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬: As much as she thinks she can learn from Lilian she does enjoy the other woman company. Genuinely just likes hanging out with her, they are as different as two people can be but that hasn’t stopped Kash from learning all she can and having fun with her. Even if their versions of fun is radically different. 

Mike: takes a lot to mess with our head

Mike: We're only asking one thing of you Lil, leave him for us.

Mike: We appreciate your concern, but if you kill him, don't be surprised if we come for you.

Mike: There's no family shit to tell, despite what he might say

Mike: and there's no other siblings. Unless we were both lied to

Mike: No more surprises. We promise

Mike: How the fuck are we supposed to know why he's coming to you?

liliana: listen, i get family shit - you can talk to me about family shit. i don't like surprises, and you know that very well.

liliana: use that mouth for something useful.