mayaxalliot:

Maya had just pulled the key of the lock and was about to turn around when she heard the cab door slam close. Slipping the small silver key into her pocket she turned but was stunned by the women before her. She swallowed hard, confusion and relief washing over her features.

"Amelia?"

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Her body turned to face where the voice came from, it taking a few seconds longer to recognize her than it would have four months ago. Keeping her distance, Amelia nodded in recognition. 
"Maya."

(Source: amelia-neveu)

posted 1 month ago with 3 notes
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#c: maya

Stepping out of the cab, duffle bag in hand the blonde took in a sight she never thought she would see again. Eyes adjusting to the lights and chaos she looked around, a usual confident stride in her replaced by one of uneasiness. She could fall back into her life, if she took a minute to try and remember where it was.
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When The Chains Rot Away || Drabble

Title: When The Chains Rot Away
Characters: Amelia Neveu & NPC
Time Frame: Over the past three months
Trigger Warning: Torture, sexual abuse

Work was not just business for Amelia, it was pleasure as well. The hunt, the kill, it all became addictive quickly and consumed her at a rate that ate away her soul and left her high and intoxicated. Her sadistic nature did not allow her to live and function properly without that high intoxication her job gave her. So when she was offered an undercover mission in Russia, that would give her the opportunity to challenge herself, how could she say no?

Four months Amelia Neveu did not exist, for four months she was Svetlanna Van Der Woods, a stripper in a club owned by a very well known mob boss. She lied, fucked, manipulated, and slaughtered her way through the way through that mafia, learning things that had the potential to take down not just the French mob, but all of Launceston. Those four months pleasured her in ways no man or woman ever could, Amelia was running on animalistic nature, and lust. Now that she looked back she realized it changed her, made her sloppy, which was why her cover had slipped, and she was taken and dragged away, tortured, the men and women she had toyed with like pawns breaking her down to nothing.

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#drabble #d: when the chains rot away

mayaxalliot:

amelia-neveu:

One drink and the crowd place was enough to make Maya Alliot need fresh air and sent her towards he nearest door. The cool air was nothing but refreshing as she stepped farther into the darkness, her hands slipping into her black leather jacket. The moment was enjoyable and would have lasted longer had she not heard the sound of foot steps coming at her, causing her to turn on her heels. Her hand reached out as the body slammed into her, her weight keeping them both in place as she pushed away enough without letting go of the womens wrist. The voice, the face..she knew all to well who was standing before her. Coming out of the shadows and well running from something or someone. Maya peered past the blonde, while at the same time her hand went to the shoulder holster that was hidden by her jacket, curious eyes found Amelias. “What have you gotten yourself into this time.”

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There was a wild look in her eyes, a kind of pure sadistic joy that always seemed to linger in the blondes eyes. Amelia turned to face the men running after her, gripping the cold knives she had hidden in her boot, she threw them once they got close enough. Two sounds: the sound of the blade whizzing through the air and the sound of the bodies hitting the floor. Amelia gripped Maya’s hand and began down the street, sticking to the shadows and walking quickly, head down. “There might be more watching.” she informed quietly.
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posted 5 months ago with 4 notes
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#c: Maya

reynolds-alex:

amelia-neveu:

Alex stuffed his hands deep in his pockets as he kept walking towards his shoddy little apartment. Kicking rocks as he kept going, he glanced up just in time to run into a leggy blonde who had half as much manners as she did sass. “Maybe you shouldn’t be running so fast,” he commented, dusting off the nonexistent dirt on his shirt. “You’re running like you stole something, anyways. Someone’s going to know.”

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Amelia tapped her foot impatiently, the hairs on the back of her neck standing as she heard the men coming closer, the distinct sound of a pistol cocking back. Her instincts kicked in and the blonde shoved the stranger aside, turning to disarm the ma behind her, and holding the weapon up, ready to shoot. She took a few steps back, turning to the tall stranger. “You don’t wanna be collateral damage I suggest you run.”
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posted 5 months ago with 4 notes
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#c: Alex

The woman ducked into an alley way, stripping off her tight jeans and shirt to reveal a dress underneath, dumping the clothes into a dumpster along with the wig on her head. She moved quickly, allowing her real blonde locks to fall and slipped her gun back on its holster. Amelia could still hear the voices of the men chasing her, she ran out the alley, crashing into a body as she did. “God, are you serious?! Watch it!”
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posted 5 months ago with 4 notes
#mobstarter #iddkkk #LOVE ME

charlenehathaway:

amelia-neveu:

"It’s the blonde hair, really.  All of my relatives have blonde hair."

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"Let me guess, you’re a Hathaway."
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posted 5 months ago with 8 notes
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#c: charlene

charlenehathaway:

"Oh, you are absolutely right … I thought you were one of my relatives.  My mistake."

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"Guess I just have one of those looks." 

(Source: amelia-neveu)

posted 5 months ago with 8 notes
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#c: Charlene

thefrenchmatriarch:

amelia-neveu:

"Ms. Neveu, I’m sure that I do not."

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"Ma’am, my apologies, been working under the radar, almost became accustomed to my name becoming unfamiliar."
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posted 5 months ago with 8 notes
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#c: Adrienne