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HIHIH OKAYOKAY I GOT TWO MORE REQUESTS FOR NOW IF THAT'S FINE HIHI!!! Starting with first. Same setting with reader being a cold badass lady in the army. Now make it so our lovely count vronsky sees the reader covered in (enemy)blood/on the field if that makes sense, possibly in a snowy setting. No pressure though, i completely understand if you're not comfortable with writing about blood and stuff like that!! Thankyousomuchforthefirstononceagain

A/N: OMG I FEEL LIKE WE'RE MAKING A SERIES TOGETHER XJDNSNSN! Thank you so much for giving me a lot of your ideas, it's so good and I'm glad you trust me with making it come true through writing! I'm gonna add a idea in between so I hope you don't mind. I am completely comfortable with blood and anything gore! I'm a little dark romance kinnie so it's fine! And you're welcome!

A LITTLE BLOOD IN ROMANCE — alexei vronsky

Part two of Point your Sword at me.

note: I do not own count vronsky 'cuz I would be too lucky to have this man in my life. And it's a little short

warnings!: gore, blood, violence!

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The cries and groans of the soldiers in the battle could be heard all around the snowy field. There was an ambush led by the enemy in one of the country's borders. Luckily, you were there to lead your soldiers in the sudden battle, but unluckily for you, you were outnumbered.

You were trying to push the enemy forces out of the border's as there was a small village close to it. You didn't want anymore innocents to die. No matter how cold blooded you were in battle, people who have no part in the war do not deserve such an end.

A loud cry made you pause in your fight as you looked at the direction where that source came from. It was a small male child crying for his mother who got murdered in cold blood right in front of him. It made you angry, disgusted towards the enemy, and disappointed in yourself for letting such thing happen to a child in such a young age. You promised yourself that if you had a chance to change that for one's child's life, you would do so in a heartbeat.

And when that moment came, you didn't.

And that made you see red.

Vronsky was running as fast as he could as he rode his horse, Frou-Frou, towards the battle you were in. Not even bothering to grab a coat for the cold winter. He might not admit it to many people but he was worried about your safety. He knew you could take care of yourself, you were a general for god's sake! But he couldn't help it.

Yelling out an order to the cadets behind him he began speeding up as he heard the battle from a distance, it made his adrenaline go higher. His mind running into negative outlooks as he didn't seem to notice the lack of battle around him the moment he arrived on the location.

The moment he saw you, everything went silent.

Snowflakes dropping down in the air around the both of you that if it weren't for the setting in hand, it would have been romantic.

There wasn't a single battle around you, only multiple mutilated bodies from the cuts of your sword and the bullets of your gun. The battle was done and all that stood there was you.

You breathing heavily as you stood over the middle where you just fought probably a fourth of the enemy's forces. Sweat as well as blood mixing on your skin and clothes. You looked like you just came back from a battle, which you did.

A blank look was on your face as you continued to stare down at the place where the mother-son duo had died. During your battle, the child had died next to his mother when you were focused on killing the men around you. If you weren't blinded by anger earlier, now you were blinded by pure bloodlust.

Vronsky hurriedly ran towards you, his hands hold your arms as he checked over your form, trying to see if there were any wounds on you. There wasn't any sign of a wound on the cuts of your uniform which made him sigh in relief, but paused as he realized you killed all these men alone.

An a familiar ache appeared on his abdomen but he chose to ignore it as it is not the time. Ignoring all the blood on you he immediately put you in his embrace.

This made you snap out of your daze as tears prickled in your eyes but you didn't let it fall. He was warm, very warm and it gave you a sense of security. This made you unconsciously snuggle more into his form.

Vronsky held you delicately as if he didn't want to break you, while this may irritate you if it were someone else. For some reason, when it was him, you let it happen. You were growing soft on him or perhaps you were already soft towards him since the beginning.

"Let go of me, I'm covered in blood." You muttered towards him as he only hummed before responding.

"A little blood wouldn't hurt if I get to hold you like this."

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Uggh can I just tell you how gorgeous this man is? LIKE LORD GIVE ME A MAN LIKE AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON!!! ITS NOT THAT HARDDDDD

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Could you do a story where Sergei is tough, but also overprotective of the protagonist, pls?

I love your stories

A/N: ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY. I am so glad you requested this because lately I've been obsessed with sergei and have been thinking of a way to make a small fic about his toxic self so you requesting this gave me an idea! Thank you so much anon! It might be a little different from your request though but the tough part as well as overprotectiveness is still there, just more dark themes. I hope you don't mind that though, I just feel like it fits more with his character.

YOU'RE MINE, ALRIGHT? — sergei kravinoff

note: I do not own this man because he owns himself, periodt. This is made purely out of entertainment purposes!

warning!: violence, age-gap, (somewhat) toxic relationship, little blood, swearing, sexual harassment, mentions of death, 18+, and sergei being hot (man is a warning himself) mdni

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You were only taking your nightly stroll in the forest while your lover was in the cabin somewhere in the woods that he made you move in after knowing each other for a while. Your relationship with him was not really ideal but you loved him with all your heart and vice versa.

Your lover might not show it but he cares about you more than he let on. It worried you for quite some time now that maybe you weren't good enough for him, you refused to do such things that he called 'the hunt'. You weren't prepared to do something so unnerving. Surprisingly, he agreed to let you prepare after a bit of arguing and silent treatments of course. Still, you thought that he might leave you because you have never done anything for him other than sit still and be pretty.

But you were so wrong.

Sighing as an owl hoots through the trees and crickets sounding in your surroundings, you now began to walk towards the path to the cabin. You've basically just walked straight from here to there so it wasn't that hard to find your way back.

Noises of leaves crushing alerted you as you walked down the path. Multiple voices sounded from the right side of you but before you could hide, a bright flashlight flickered towards your figure, blinding you.

Hissing a bit from the bright light, you blinked your eyes before your vision focused to four males who looked about a couple years older than you. An ache appeared in your stomach as you felt like you had a bad feeling about the situation.

"Well, well. Look at what we have here." One of the men whistled as his eyes looked at your frame up and down.

"Quite a looker, right?" The other one on his right licked his lips in anticipation.

"Think we could use her for entertainment?" Another one from behind snickered. As if a light bulb appeared on top of their heads, their eyes lit up dangerously making you step back in fear as you heard their conversation.

No, please don't.

"Don't worry, doll. This will only last for the whole night." The man in the middle reassured but it was anything but reassuring. Before you could sprint off, one of them had already grabbed you by the arms, arms tightening around you as you continued to struggle.

Fear was evident in your eyes as tears started to prickle in them. This cannot be happening, you thought. You were a bit far from home so you couldn't scream for your lover because of the distance. You were now sobbing as the men took their time in touching you. Hands ripping off your shirt leaving you in your bra as well as your lover's boxers that you wore since you've used all of yours already.

You could feel their hands groping each part of your body before they finally decided to spread your legs. You were struggling to close it because multiple pair of hands were pinning you down to the ground next to a tall tree.

Sergei, that was the only thing you could think of.

Sergei, my love.

Sergei, please.

Save me.

"SERGEI!" You suddenly screamed out your lover's name making the men flinch from your voice.

"Fucking hell—this bitch is so loud!"

"Scream all you want, love. But no one ain't gonna hear you here." They all laughed as you kept sobbing. Why must this happen? Your bra was long forgotten as you tried to get your hands free but alas you cannot. The man between your legs then lowered his head towards one of your breasts but before he could latch on it a loud thump interrupted them.

"You dare.." A deep voice growled out as the four men stopped what they were doing. They slowly looked up and saw a very muscular man that stalked over them. His eyes glowing in a yellow serpent like color, his forearms hardening, as well as a very dark and murderous look on his face. The man menacingly stalked towards them as the men were quick to scramble up to their feet fixing their clothes before sprinting out.

The man immediately chased them and since all four were running at the same direction, he jumped high and landed in front of them to stop them from escaping.

"You dare to break and enter my forest, not only that.." He continued his words from before. Grabbing one of them by the neck he tossed him to a tree, hard. Making a sickening crack to be heard in the air, causing the others to look at the man in fear.

"You hurt what is mine."

You woke up in a familiar room and the warmth surrounding your from the fireplace. You were confused, weren't you just in the forest taking a nightly stroll while your lover was busy?

Just then your head started to ache as you remembered what happened. You hugged yourself as you now began to sob quietly, you were harassed, sexually to the point that you were ripped off your clothing. It made you feel disgusted with yourself, what would Sergei think of you now?

Footsteps sounded from behind you as you continued to wrap your arms around yourself hoping to shield yourself from the exposure from the world. Hot steaming food was suddenly placed in front of you as you blinked from surprise before looking away, not wanting to consume any food.

"Eat." It was your lover. Sergei plopped down on the spot beside you taking the spoon topped with food from the plate before putting said plate on the drawer beside the bed. He grabbed you by the chin before gently forcing you to look in his direction. This gave you no choice but to eat the food on the spoon he held up.

This continued for a few moments until you finished your food. The silence was deafening and it bothered you but it seems like your lover doesn't see that.

"I'm sorry."

Sergei paused from cleaning up the table before looking at you, confusion evident in his eyes despite his face unchanging.

"O—other men touched me..y—you probably don't want a woman like me a—anymore. I mean, I wouldn't as well.." You coarsed out as tears began to fall from your eyes as you look down in shame. You couldn't look at him in the eyes, you were so ashamed of yourself, hell even disgusted. You felt so dirty as you could still feel those men's hands all over you, tongues licking your neck, fabric tearing away from your skin. It made you feel ill.

Suddenly your face was gently pulled up letting you make eye contact with a pair of dark brown eyes that was in a fixed scowl but if you looked closely, it softened the moment you both made eye contact.

Sergei didn't know how to comfort you as growing up, all he knew was violence. But he did the only thing he knew he could do.

He kissed you.

"I'll make their hands disappear and make you remember mine, instead."

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Hii, i don't usually make requests but i find myself of vronski fics after reading all of them. Is it possible perhaps to request a vronski x fem reader who is also in the army? I know it's not exactly periodically accurate, but it'd be fun to fall for a badass cold lady rather than the usual big gown gentle one's(nothing against those, love them too!! Just absolutely want reader in one of those uniforms with buttons😭)

A/N: hello! Thank you so much for the request, I also agree with your idea since most of the fanfics are about the mc being soft and kind as well as a noble. I added some little touches that I hope you don't mind. I also hope that it satisfy your request, I'm not really that good at explaining things in English as it's not my first language but I hope you enjoy!

POINT YOUR SWORD AT ME. — alexei vronsky

note: count vronsky does not belong to me and this fic is mostly written for entertainment purposes!

warning!: violence.

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"—I'm thinking of ambushing them from behind while they're distracted from the front." You suggested in a calculative tone as you and the other generals, admirals as well as colonels surrounded the table that had a map on it while you were pointing at one point where you discussed your plan.

You see, you're one of the rare few female generals in the country. You were well-known for your combative skills such as firing a gun, maneuvering a sword, as well as your hand-to-hand combat. You were, all-in-all, one of the most feared and sought after female warrior in the country.

You did everything in your power to get to where you are, growing up from the streets it wasn't common for people in the streets to dream for something big, but you wanted to prove them wrong. And so, you started from small jobs, working as a waitress in a bar to being a stable girl for one small noble, to being able to sign up for the knights when the opportunity arrived.

It was a hard to become who you are now but, in the end, it was all worth it.

As you discussed your plan, you didn't notice a pair of enigmatic blue eyes locked on your figure as you talked. It's eyes taking in every movement of your figure from the way your hands movement, the heaving of your chest, the way your hips moved while going from one place to another but, what really made him stare at you for so long was your face. The man long has been admiring you from afar, admiring how every time you did something you liked, your eyes would light up like a kid seeing a Christmas tree for the first time.

The way your cheeks would flush whenever you were praised for something, but you always tried to hide it with a stoned face, acting like the compliment was nothing but a comment. He chuckled at the times he saw you looking at chocolates whenever there was an event occurring for your win, but you knew you couldn't do so in public because of your reputation.

But it wasn't just that, no.

The man stumbled as he fell to his back unflinchingly looking at the tip of the sword pointed at him. Panting as he slowly put his gaze on the figure on top of him, his mind going through multiple scenarios as his cheeks flushed from the gaze the figure gave him. God, if this was how he dies, he'd die to her everyday.

"Do you yield, Count Vronsky?" A cold and calculative tone left the figure's mouth. Vronsky let out a groan to mask something deeper he raised both his hands in feign surrender, making you think it was him saying he yields with how you stopped pointing your sword at his neck. Noticing this, he quickly grabbed your hand and flipped you over with him hovering above you and his glock on your temple.

"You should know not to let your guard down, Love." Vronsky taunted with no heat knowing he got her cornered. No matter how strong you are, Vronsky was bigger and more muscular than you.

Huffing in frustration, you accepted your defeat. He was stronger, you admit, and it was a bit irritating for you. This made Vronsky grin as he noticed the multiple emotions going through your eyes, he knew what you were thinking and he liked it, no loved it.

Getting off of you, he held out his hand offering to lift you up, but you slapped it away in disdain making him smirk. After lifting yourself up, you glared at him coldly causing a shiver run through his spine.

"Don't think this is the last time, Vronsky." You said before leaving him in the middle of the empty training field.

Vronsky continued to look at you until your figure disappeared, he lit up a cigarette before blowing out the smoke. He stood there motionlessly as he continued to look at the direction where you left.

Oh, he would never let it be the last time.

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TANGERINE — hp, bt [ crossover ]

Part 1.

Tangerine and Lemon were offered a contract. Save the White Death's son and recover a silver briefcase with a ransom money in it and give it to the White Death. Bara-bing bara-boom, they get the ten mil. Sounds easy, innit?

note: I do not own Harry Potter nor Bullet train, this is made purely for entertainment purposes. English is also not my language so apologies for typos as well as wrong grammar.

warnings!!: violence, vulgar language, r-rated content, lethal weapons and gore.

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"What the fu—do you mind?" Tangerine said in annoyance as the man passing by bumped into him while said man also bumped into the woman employee pushing a cart full of food and drinks.

"Fuckin' blind or something?" He continued before his eyes landed on a snack from the cart and subconsciously took it before he knew what he was doing. Making the dark skinned man in front of him roll his eyes at his antics.

"Oh Tangerine—oh man stop it." Lemon said to his brother when he saw him stealing a small snack from the cart. Said brother looked at the snack in his hand frowning as if he was scolding his own hand for doing such a thing before putting it in one of his chest pockets inside his suit.

"Why did I do that? It's like I got fucking compulsion or something, I have to take it if I see it. " Tangerine said as he then fixed his suit. "Goldfish biscuits, I don't—i don't understand." He continues before fixing his composure along with his brother Lemon when the Japanese woman employee passed by them, greeting them.

"You alright, love?" Lemon asked the woman who only nodded with a lovely smile.

"Ye' fuckin' arsehole, am I right?" Tangerine said to the woman as well before exchanging blank looks with his brother when the woman left.

Tangerine's phone rang making him take it out of his chest pocket, smiling when he saw the caller's id. Clearing his throat, he then answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey, I'm about to board the train. In the second VIP car, so unfortunately it's the only thing available last minute." A woman's melodic voice spoke out of his phone's speaker making Tangerine relax in his seat. Oh, how he loved just hearing his wife's voice. Call him whipped but this is his wife we're talking about.

"That Poppet?" Lemon asked his brother when he noticed him smile making said brother nod.

"'s long as you're here, love. Sorry we had to tell you abruptly, I know you don't like being rushed but we also know you wouldn't want us to leave you behind." Tangerine said to his wife, he knew his wife didn't like the rush since it's going to be a hassle to get things done on such short notice. It's why he also likes to be early but this job was dangerous, more dangerous than the Bolivia job and he didn't want to put his wife in that kind of danger. But he also knew if he didn't tell her and also left her behind. He'll be sleeping outside for two weeks, and a happy wife means a happy life.

"It's fine, Hon'. I have to keep an eye on both of you before you do something stupid like in Johannesburg." The woman chuckled in the call making Tangerine groan at the mention of that place.

"It was one time, love. One fucking time!"

"Still doesn't excuse you for doing something stupid for the second time."

"Ye' but you know what I'll do for the second time today?" Tangerine lowered his voice in a husky manner making Lemon, who was in front of him frown in disgust.

"What?" His wife breathed out from the call making Tangerine sigh from the tone of her voice. Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of him.

"Why don't I come there and let you find out?"

Silence.

Suddenly Tangerine's phone got taken by his brother. Lemon who now has his phone out it on his ear and began to talk to the woman.

"Hey there, Dolly! Everything good on your side?"

"Oh Lemon! Yes, everything's good I just got back from stashing my luggage. Other than that everything's fine!" She said enthusiastically as Tangerine glared at his brother in annoyance who only silently chuckled at him smugly.

"Ye' well we got to go now. We'll watch the kid and the case over here, so don't worry 'bout it for now 'cuz it's safe." Lemon reassured his sister-in-law before bidding her goodbye and ending the call.

"You gotta stop talking with your dick, mate. We're on a mission." Lemon grumbled towards his brother who only rolled his eyes nonchalantly.

"Ye' well technically I'm talking using my mouth so it ain't my dick now, is it?"

"So why am I Lemon?" Lemon asked his brother who immediately responded.

"'cuz you're sour and nobody likes lemons."

"That's bullocks, mate. Everyone likes lemons. Lemonade, lemon drops—"

"—you got a sore throat?"

"Lemon meringue pie."

"When was the last time you ate a meringue pie?"

"Last week when Doll made it for me and lemons don't bleed." This made Tangerine snap his head towards his brother when he heard his wife's codename.

"You made my wife bake you a pie?"

"Then why are you Tangerine?"

"Because it's sophisticated, like me."

Lemon groaned out in annoyance. Tangerine was about to chuckle in amusement before his brows furrowed noticing something red on his brother's shirt.

"Oh, Lemon."

"Tangerine."

"You're bleeding, mate." Tangerine pointed out to Lemon who looked on himself before cursing when he did saw a couple of red spots on the right side of his shirt.

"What—oh fuck. Oh shit, mate! Who the fuck did I kill?"

"Get a wet one on it or something." Tangerine said to his brother, worried that he got injured without him knowing.

"Oh nah, man. It's not mine."

"It's not yours?"

"Nah, man. I don't bleed."

"Ye' well in that case leave your jacket open, so everyone can see."

"Oh ye' I want everyone to see my yellow tie—" Lemon agreed as he slowly went to open his jacket more.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Cover that shit up before anyone sees that!" Tangerine cut him off making his brother frown.

A groan stopped their bickering making them look at the twenty years old man on the seat across them.

"Well looks like sleeping beauty has woken up." Tangerine mockingly said as he and his brother looked at the man.

"Wakey wakey." Lemon playfully said with tangerine following his statement.

"Eggs and bakey."

With a deep sigh, a woman with blonde shoulder-length could be seen looking at her phone fondly. This woman was known as Sophia Potter neé Von Clairé, codename Doll. Yes, she was now Mrs. Potter after marrying her husband James Potter at twenty-one. There wasn't really a wedding when they married, they only signed a contract for it since they wanted it to be in secret knowing their identities in both the muggle and wizarding world would be in shambles if it was publicized.

Why the codename though? Well you see both her and her husband are contractors. Assassin contractors. Something they've hidden very securely in their time in Hogwarts. Seeing as there is no news about them in the Daily Prophet, it's safe to say that no one knew about their secret other than their brother, Lemon.

Right now, they were in a mission well it was the brother's mission and she was just a backup as well as a plus one since she knew if she wasn't here with them, they'll fuck up and her intuition is never wrong. Retouching her makeup, she noticed a man in a brown jacket, a white bucket hat, black trousers and a big black reading glasses on his face was walking rather suspiciously as he passed by her car.

It looked like he was hiding something until he took out something big from his jacket. The silver briefcase with a blue train sticker on the handle as well as to it's sides. Shit. The case is safe my ass, Doll internally rolled her eyes before snapping close her makeup powder that had a mirror on its cover.

Puckering up her lips, she stood up and patted down her long blue coat, courtesy of matching with her husband, and left her seat with her bag on it before following the suspicious man discreetly.

The man stopped in front of the Train's door that now opened when it stopped on the station letting in and out some people as they reached their destinations.

Doll stopped in the space in between the cars as she had a feeling something was going to happen to the man so she decided to wait. And boy was she right.

The whole fight baffled her as she watched the blonde man dodged and try to save himself. It also baffles her that no one ever bothered to take a look at the car next to them when the way their fighting was quite loud. Becoming even more baffled when she saw that the blonde man killed the other just by luck itself. That is going to be a problem, she thought.

After watching the man clean the whole car and decided sit himself in front of the dead man she decided it was time to reveal herself. Stepping into the car, the man was startled before straightening himself up.

"Oh, excuse me I was only on my way to grab a few drinks and snacks." Doll casually said, completely fooling the blonde man who only chuckled sheepishly at her.

"Oh yea, sure. Was just here looking out for my friend, he kinda drank too much." The man explained before continuing to eat his wasabi crackers.

"Oh that's fine, had a rough day huh?" She said as she went towards behind the counter grabbing a bottle of whiskey before pouring one in a shot glass. The smell of it reminded her of her husband which made her sigh fondly.

The blonde man continued to watch her awkwardly while glancing at the dead body beside him occasionally. Before observing her once more, that's where he noticed a glint on her finger.

"Married?" He asked the woman who hummed in question before chuckling when she noticed him looking at her hand with a ring on it.

"Yea, been for eight years now." Doll chuckled softly realizing it's been a long time in her marriage.

"Must be a very great partner to be able to last that long." The man said before grimacing when he realized it sounded a bit rude. "Sorry, sorry that was kinda rude of me—"

"Oh no that's fine, it's not that common for marriage to last that long these days now and I'm just one of the few that's been lucky, I guess." Which was true, some married couples get a divorce after two or three years or even shorter than that so she doesn't blame him for thinking that. But she and her husband would have to die first to even think of divorcing.

"So are you just going to leave the dead body there?" Doll said making the man silently stare at her in shock with his man agape.

"I'm sorry—what now?"

"I would also like to take the briefcase, if you don't mind. You see, my husband's mission is to recover the briefcase with the client's son and give it to his client. Since you stole it, I would like to take it back." She said in a casual tone as she took a sip on her drink while eating a goldfish biscuit. She hummed as she looked at the food in thought, this is quite good her husband might like it.

"I'm sorry—but how did you.."

"Know that man is dead? You weren't quite silent with the fighting so I came to check and lo' and behold! Accidentally killing the man. Now, the briefcase please." Doll explained giving the man a charming smile.

"Look lady, I don't know who you are but that case is kinda my mission. If I don't get it back, I'll be dead." The blonde man said as he hugged the case closer to himself.

"Well that case is for the White Death so either way, you'll be dead." Doll said while keeping her smile knowing she got him in checkmate. No matter how hard he'd try to deny it, she was right. It's the White Death, the man that basically controlled the whole underworld of the whole planet so either way he chooses he's dead.

"Ugh, fine." He sighed before giving her the case which she happily took before walking out of the car with a wave of her hand.

"Fucking shit fuck." The man cursed.

Getting back in her seat, she then took out her phone to text her husband who was in the train.

My wife: I have the case, you idiots.

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EVEN IN OTHER UNIVERSES, I LOVE YOU. — aaron taylor-johnson

In which you came home tired from work and only just wanted to lay down on your shared-bed with your husband. Only to see five different version of said husband.

note: hello! So I have come to write another one shot or fic or whatever you call it because I couldn't help myself but write this new idea I thought of. I do hope you enjoy!

warnings!: none because we fluffy today pookie.

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Sighing tiredly you let out a groan as you took a small break in your car, resting your head on the steering wheel as you closed your eyes for a few moments.

You just finished your work from helping your director write the script for the next movie you're starring. You see, you've been an actress in the industry for a long time now and even though it's tiring you continue to work through it as it is your passion. Plus, it's where you met your lovable and handsome husband. A fellow well-known actor in the industry.

The director asked for your help because you had experience in directing as well as a degree for it. So hence why you also came home late while your husband went ahead after a bit of your persuasion. Thinking of your husband, you smiled fondly. How can you be so lucky to have such a man?

While you were taking a small break from your car, said husband was sweating profusely in the kitchen with a spatula in hand while wearing a pink apron.

Looking at the five males in front of him, Aaron cursed underneath his breath.

"Fuck me."

The gate opened automatically after scanning your car's number plate. Before driving in reverse towards the garage door. Humming a soft tune you put the car on park and grabbed everything you need from the car before coming out of it.

Opening the door connected to the kitchen, you took off your shoes and hanged your coat on the hanger before calling out to your husband with a bright smile.

"Honey, I'm home!" Your smile slowly turned into worry as you were greeted by nothing. Usually you were greeted by a beaming charming smile as well as a giant hug lifting you off from your feet while being spun around by your husband.

Where could he be?

"Aaron? You there?" In slight worry you walked around the first floor of the house searching for your husband, but alas there was no sign so you moved upstairs.

There was a thump in one of the rooms when you were in the middle of walking on the stairs making you feel worry and fear when you heard a voice groaning as well as cursing. Your mind was running in a fast pace as you run up from the stairs towards the source of those noises.

No it can't be, please tell me he didn't—

The scene in front of you shocked you. The noises stopped as the figures looked at you in silence.

"Love, I can explain—" Aaron was the first to break the silence with his hands up as if he was trying not to anger you. And let me tell you, you do not want an angry wife at you.

However, instead of an angry wife. You looked like you were about to cry. You see, another thing about you is that you are quite an open and very sensitive person. Your legs gave up as you collapsed on the floor, tears running down your face as your exhaustion mixed with your anxiety was not a good combination right now.

"I—i thought you were with a w-woman—" you stuttered as your husband immediately went over you to put you in his embrace the moment your knees buckled whispering praises as well as reassurance to you. Desperately trying to calm you down. He knew you were very tired since it's about ten in the evening by now and he supposes that the noises he and the others made, made you think of something else.

His heart broke just by thinking he was doing things to another woman other than you, he cannot and will never do such a thing to you. He loves you too much to do so.

The five other male in the room looked at the scene in front of them, disbelief clear in their faces as they looked at your figure. Hearts beating uncontrollably as the younger looking male in the room muttered a name.

Your name.

This made all of you to snap your heads up to the male. Now that you look at it, they all looked just like your husband. No, actually all of them are your husband. No one can impersonate your husband unless it's your husband himself, his face is too unique to be able to copy.

"Why are there five more of you?"

Now that the situation has calmed down, you, your husband and five more of him sat in the living room in silence. Assessing the situation.

"So you're telling me that you, Dave was getting beaten up almost to death before coming here? James, you got here when you were stuck by Voldemort. Alexei, got here when you fell from your horse at full speed, head first. Tangerine, you got here after getting shot on the neck trying to kill the White Death's child and Pietro, you got shot multiple times by saving Clint from dying? Have I summarized it correctly?" You summarized outloud as the others nodded to confirm your statement. You sighed as both you and your husband looked at each other, not knowing what to do since unlike some of their worlds, you guys don't have the power to bring them back to theirs. But they all don't seem like they're hurt from their explanations. Maybe it's cuz they're in a different world.

"What were you doing before I barged in the room?" You asked your husband who looked everywhere but you.

"I was trying to give them some clothes, Dave, Pietro and James was the only one who accepted it but the other two wanted something that fit their styles." Aaron sighed as he took a sip at the coffee he made since it was getting late. He really thinks that you should rest first and let him handle it though.

"Sorry gentlemen, but it's quite late in the evening and I would like to take a nap and rest. We will take care of this tomorrow." You sent them a tired smile as you stood up from your seat and towards your bedroom upstairs, leaving all six of them in the room.

As soon as you were out of hearing range, Aaron's expression turned cold as he looked at Dave. Even if he knew the kid wouldn't hurt his wife because he played his character years ago, he will still not let loose his guard. Dave flinched from the glare and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly while the others stared at him the same way as Aaron, that's weird.

"How do you know my wife?"

This made the men's eyes go wide. Wife? That made them collectively let out a sigh of relief. Wife..

"She's also your wife?" James asked Aaron, it's kind of weird talking to yourself as he looked at the older one in wonder.

"also?" Aaron questioned.

"Yea, I mean. In my universe I married her and had Harry after we got married at twenty-one." James enthusiastically explained as his face brightened up when talking about his lover.

"Uh.. she's my girlfriend in my universe too." Dave lifted up his hand awkwardly. Though you can see that he is also happy to announce that you are his lover.

"I'm also her lover when I have escaped Hydra with my twin sister." Pietro said with a charming smile, his face brightening up whenever he mentioned his wife.

"I'm married to'er in my universe. Doll, was the only one who accepted me other than my brother." Tangerine uttered out as he lit up a cigarette before puffing it out the smoke from his mouth, where he got that from? I don't know and neither does the others.

"...she is my affair, my lover that I intend to protect with all of my soul. The only maiden who saw me for me and not some viscount." Alexei said as his eyes were clouded with the memories of his lover. Ah, how he longed to be in her arms again.

"All of us are her lovers in another universe, huh?" Aaron sighed out, his smile coming out as he thought that even in different versions of himself, he chooses you and is still with you. It makes him sigh in content and happiness as he is assured that no matter what happens, he is still with you in the end.

"Even in every other universes, I love you." All men uttered out, the atmosphere becoming serene as they sat in a few moments of silence.

Warmth filled their chests as the leaned back in their seats as their thoughts only circled in one subject.

You.

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TANGERINE — hp, bt [ crossover ]

Introduction.

In which the newly graduated lovable troublemaker of Hogwarts is not what everyone seemed. Apparently, he got a little secret.

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Sirius and Remus didn't think that their friend was hiding something from them until a few months after graduation.

note: I do not own Harry Potter nor Bullet train, this is made purely for entertainment purposes. English is also not my language so apologies for typos as well as wrong grammar.

warnings!!: violence, vulgar language, r-rated content, lethal weapons and gore.

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This wasn't what James Potter was thinking of to tell his friends about his job. You see ever since he attended Hogwarts, in holidays or summer breaks he always said he had a job in the muggle world. Why did he need a job? Well one is for money, and another is for the satisfaction of...well killing someone. Though he only kills the one in his job and not innocent people. Most of his targets were bastards anyways.

He became an orphan when he turned eight due to his parents dying in a tragic accident when an Azkaban prisoner who was an unregistered animagi escaped and conducted a mass murder. After that he was sent into an orphanage in the muggle world by Albus Dumbledore, saying it was to keep him safe. Which made him hate the man.

It was not that safe.

He knew he had magic but he had no way of controlling it, so as months passed by in the orphanage he was treated as a freak when his magic accidentally went out one day due to his emotions getting the best of him.

But it was due to a very valid reason.

James was in the playground just behind the orphanage when he heard a yelp. It seemed like the person was in pain, so he went towards the source of that sound and saw kids older than him bullying and beating up a dark skinned boy who looked to be the same age as him. It made him see red because how could they bully someone who was defenseless against them as well as the skin color discrimination that he heard when he got closer.

That was when his magic went out.

One of the older kids got flung a few meters behind towards the trees, harshly. This made the others freaked out as well as scared because it wasn't normal and normal scares them.

The victim on the other hand was looking in awe, the power displayed was fascinating for him and he tried to search for the source of that power which wasn't that hard because James was standing behind the older kids shaking in anger. Seeing this the boys scrambled away screaming.

"FREAK!"

"Ye' well I ain't the one bullying people, now am I!" James retorted before looking towards the dark skinned boy.

"You alright?" James asked the boy who only nodded, speechless from the display.

"How 'bout we get you patched up, ye'?" James held out his hand towards the boy who hesitatingly accepted, not wanting to anger him because of his display of magic.

"C'mon, I ain't gon' hurt ya'"

And that was when the two brothers in all but blood came to be. During those years of friendship they decided to escape the orphanage and tend to themselves independently. Getting jobs were the hardest since they were too young but they found errands here and there like house cleaning, babysitting (which did not work out for James due to his temper.) and cleaning out the gardens of some houses. The pay wasn't that high but it was alright.

They stayed in an alleyway with left over wood as their cover and some blankets for the night. It wasn't as good as the rooms in the orphanage but it was better than staying in that abusive building.

A year had passed and their little home became a little larger as they grew. It was hard living in the streets but both of them had fun and as long as they're with each other, everything else doesn't matter.

Footsteps sounded in the small alleyway, the figure of a man was walking towards the small home the boy have built over the year. Grinning maliciously, he grabbed the dark skinned boy who yelped and tried to struggle free the moment he got awoken from his sleep. This lead the other boy to wake up as well.

The boy growled as he ran towards the man, a small pocket knife in hand. The boy stabbed the man once on his thigh making said man to let go of his brother in pain. This made the boy grab his brother to drag him behind him to protect him.

"You little brat!" The man yelled out before punching the boy with the knife in the face making the boy stagger from his place. The man grabbed the boy by the neck, suffocating him as he grinned maliciously. "You're going to pay for that, with your life!" He said while continuing to choke the life out of the boy.

The boy not letting go of the knife then threw the object to the man's eye. Letting him go as he staggered on his steps as he raised a hand to his face. His hands coating blood as his eyes rolled over to the back of his head before faceplanting. The knife that was in his eye going deeper after the fall, without a doubt the man was dead.

The boy breathed heavily as he looked at the dead man, his body shaking in horror. It was his first kill and somehow it felt good. It was sickening but he knew it only felt good because his brother was in danger. Being able to save his brother brought satisfaction in his heart.

"James?" The dark skinned boy softly called out to his brother who stood still with blood coating his face.

"..ye'?"

"You okay?" James paused, no he did not feel okay. He just killed someone and didn't feel bad about it, in fact he felt very satisfied that he killed the man so no he is not okay.

"..ye'"

After that situation a group of men arrived at their location. It seemed that the man was their target for their contractor, the dead man was one of the men who raped and kidnapped the wife of the man who hired them. The man who hired them didn't want to get blood in his own hands so he hired assassin's to finish the job. The dead man was drunk and wanted to take a piss in the alleyway when he saw the small home the boys live in and decided to have fun with one of them. Suddenly James felt relief flow through him as he felt that his actions are valid.

Seeing the potential of the boy, one of the men decided to offer them a job. An assassin, a contractor.

And that's how James ended up being one of the best of the best, the most sought after assassin in the underworld of the muggle world alongside his brother who didn't want him to take on the burden alone. And with that, they both became the most feared twins.

James never regretted his decision or he and his brother would've continued to live off the streets. Now, they have an apartment complex that was luxurious. This was bliss for him. Living a comfortable life outside his job with his brother and finally being able to sleep properly without fending for themselves in the dangerous streets. He was contented.

That was until his Hogwarts letter arrived. He almost forgot he was magic since he was living the best of his life now. This made James remember that he was a freak well in the muggle's eyes anyways. His brother William, who he now calls Lemon, because it's his codename, convinced him to take it. It wouldn't hurt to know where you originated from and if Lemon had the same opportunity, he would take it.

Looking at the platform filled with students and future students of Hogwarts, he breathed in deeply before stepping into the train. His brother couldn't join as the wards don't allow muggles inside the platform so he was alone for now. Walking down the long hall of the train he opened a random compartment close to the edge of the train because he had a feeling fewer people would be in there.

Opening the compartment, he was greeted by a girl his age. She had platinum blonde hair and familiar doe-like starry blue eyes that drew him in like a moth. He gaped at the girl in front of him who did the same before the female pulled him in harshly while closing the door and grabbed his face before slamming it on the compartment's window.

James groaned in pain before harshly pulling the back of her hair and kicked her on the side of her waist making her yelp in pain before he pinned her on the seat behind her.

"What in the fuck are you doing here?!" James growled out, keeping his grip tight on the girl who only groaned as she couldn't move before giving up with a huff.

"I'm assuming same reason as you?" The girl innocently smiled but James knew she was taunting him so he glared even harder before his grip softened when he realized what that meant.

"You're magical too?" Making the girl nod. Sensing no lie when he looked into her eyes, he sighed letting go of the girl beneath him. Great, the Doll, who is a fellow contractor from a different company, how did he know? Well they fought each other before in one of the contracts they coincidentally both have. Now she is going to a magical school with him. Just fucking great!

After that, he didn't want his real identity being revealed so he and the girl made a deal. He stays out of her business and she stays out of his. But it seemed to be harder than it looks when as years passed by, they become closer since they're the only ones who can understand each other in the Wizarding World. They've become close to the point of letting each other know each other's secrets and let themselves be vulnerable to each other, something James doesn't even show to his brother.

They even started going on dates in secret as they both have different roles. James being the troublemaking boy with his group of Marauders and Sophia who is Doll, being the quiet and intelligent Ravenclaw who is always the top of her classes. No one ever caught them as expected of an assassin.

This one thing lead to another and now they're dating. Even going as far as moving in together in James' and Lemon's complex which Lemon was very happy about due to being best friends with the girl since they met. They both bonded over Thomas the Tank Engine. With Lemon ranting about it and Sophia encouraging him by listening and commenting about it. As you can see, it made James very annoyed but inside his filled with fondness as he was looking at both of them as they bonded. Happy that his two favorite people were getting along well.

Years in Hogwarts passed by fast and now they just finished graduating. James graduated and now he was Tangerine once more, just thinking about doing more missions excites him as it has been so long since he went on a mission which was a few months ago on Christmas break.

This time he and his brother Lemon left the company to become independent contractors along with his now wife, Sophia. They stuck with their codenames and built a reputation in the assassin industry. Being famous for the Bolivia massacre without knowing it would lead them getting involved in something they never expected.

"Oh fuck me."

Tangerine stared at the two men in front of him in shock and disbelief as he stood in the middle of the economy car of the bullet train in Japan driving towards Kyoto.

"Prongs?"

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TANGERINE — hp, bt [ crossover ]

GALLERY !!

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note:

So I had this little idea of combining James Potter's personality with Tangerine ,from Bullet Train's, personality. I just recently finished binge watching Aaron Taylor Johnson's movies that he was casted on and after Bullet Train, a sudden thought just came into my mind.

Harry potter and Bullet Train's story isn't mine, I am just making this purely for entertainment 'cus I'm bored as fuck.

I will also be adding a real name to Lemon because it's for the backstory. It's not his real name, fyi.

It's a little messy as this idea was just recent so excuse me for writing some of the parts unintelligibly 'cus I don't proofread. English is also not my first language so expect some typos and confusing descriptions!

Anyways, enjoy this mess!

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In which the mischievous and lovable Potter has a small secret.

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MAIN CASTS !!

dove cameron

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Sophia "Soph" Von Potter neé Clairé

"The Secret Baddass Wife."

"Tan, please shut the fuck up."

"I'm not the bloody idiot who got himself shot 'cus he decided to try and vlog himself a video for his wife!...you should've pushed him off the rails in the video.."

"You die and I'll use a forbidden dark arts just to revive you and kill you again then kill myself after."

aaron taylor-johnson

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James "Tangerine" "Prongs" Fleamont Potter

"The one who everyone thought they knew well."

"Make me, sweetheart."

"C'mon, love. I thought you liked seeing me work because of how hot i looked—ow! What the fuck, you fucking twat!...see? You love it—fucking hell, mate! Alright I'll stop! But I do look good though—"

"...yes, ma'am.." his dirty thoughts says otherwise though.

brian tyree henry

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William "Lemon" (Potter)

"The brother in all but blood since childhood."

"Have you ever heard of Thomas the Tank Engine?"

"Trust me Big Black Glasses is not our guy, I'm sensing a diesel in here."

"First the wife and now the son. That's a lot of white deaths.."

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Other casts are yours to imagine..