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eternalsams · 1 year ago

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Bitter Taste ➻ Miguel O'Hara

pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!miguel!reader

warning/content: swearing, violence, blood, some ATSV spoilers (but would take place before ATSV events)

summary: Miguel thought he was Nueva York's only Spider-Man, he was wrong.

words count: 1.7k

a/n: English isn't my first language, so please take that into consideration. This is straightly inspired by a tiktok I saw and been obsessing over for the last couple days. (@/soumart_1 on tiktok who made that incredible fanart and inspired this fanfic). Also I tried to use a bit of Spanish but I'm really not bilingual, if you see any weird sentences, feel free to correct me :)

a/n (2): I may write a part 2 if you want, this could even become a series if you like it that much but for now, it's a one-shot.

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Miguel was standing in front of his screens as usual, and Lyla was pestering him, as usual. She kept repeating he should take a break and rest, that the multiverse won't collapse if he took a nap. But he knew better. He knew only him could protect the entirety of the multiverse. He rubbed his eyes tiredly but didn't move from his spot, his eyes scanning every screen in front of him, looking for a single trace of an anomaly. "I can see you're exhausted, I don't need to scan you to know you need to sleep." Lyla's voice would soon turn into a nightmare for Miguel if she didn't stop bothering him. "I don't need to sleep. I didn't create you so you can pester me all day long." He grumbled, crossing his arms on his chest and stroking his chin and cheek, pensive. "At this point, it's all night long..." He could hear the little lady mutter as she sunk into her holographic chair. Miguel sighed and opened a new screen before tapping a well known code and before Lyla could stop him, she disappeared with a little bubble sound. Now he was left alone for the rest of the night and he could focus on his task.

A few hours and a couple of coffee cups later, Miguel was seated in an uncomfortable chair, his eyes burning from exhaustion and his brain begging for a break. But no, he kept looking at the screen and sometimes checking on the weakest universes, the ones where the anomalies tend to land in the most. He was so focused on his work and so tired that he didn't hear the portal opening below his platform. He could've heard it if he was well rest, but he wasn't. And he would've heard the web sticking to the ceiling if he wasn't so focused on the screens and so stubborn on finding an anomaly. But he didn't hear any of that. He didn't know he was the prey of a new kind of predator. The kind that didn't need lights to see in the dark and that could almost smell his exhaustion from another universe. He didn't hear the steps getting dangerously closer to him but he did feel the claws digging into his shoulder and throwing him on the ground. He groaned in pain and rolled over on the floor but when he looked up, fangs and claws out, he didn't see anyone. His eyes turned from brown to red and he tried to look around him in the dark, but his sight had been severely damaged by the screens he'd been watching for hours now.

He frustratingly groaned and when he got on his feet, he only heard rushed steps on his left before feeling claws slicing the skin on his neck. He immediately held a hand to his throat to check the wound and he could feel it wasn't a deep cut. Which meant that the thing attacking him didn't want to kill him immediately, it wanted to intimidate him first. "Whatever you are, I am not scared of you." He said out loud, looking around and trying to focus on what he could hear. But only the sound of his blood pumping and his heart racing in his chest reached his ears. It had been a long time since he had to use completely his senses, normally he'd only use his strength to stop his ennemies. But this one seemed to be smarter than the anomalies he was used to chase down. "Eres débil." (You're weak.) He heard a rather feminine voice chuckle in the dark. The jab didn't make him laugh at all but rather grumble something. He stretched his neck and winced when he felt more blood coming out of the injury. "¿Por qué no te muestras ante mí?" (Why don't you show yourself to me?) Miguel groaned before wiping some blood off his neck with his wrist. "¿Qué tiene eso de divertido?" (Where is the fun in that?) The woman chuckled once again before he heard her swinging above him. He was starting to hear more perceptibly and see more clearly now, his senses getting used to this new enemy.

The next time he felt her approaching, he focused on his hearing and swinged his clawed fists in her direction, earning him a yelp of pain. He smiled in victory and jumped in her direction, claws and fangs out. But what he didn't hear was his enemy immediately recovering from his attack and jumping on him at the same time. They collided, groaned and rolled over on the floor. Miguel could almost see clear as day and he could discern long dark hair and a tan skin. Two red orbs were staring at him and he was sure his were staring at her the exact same way. "Cabrón!" (You bastard!) She hissed and the lights turned on when Miguel's back collided with the commands. He straightened up and looked up at his enemy before freezing. The woman attacking him was wearing the exact same suit as him, the only difference was that the red parts on his suit were orange on hers. The shock on his face wasn't similar on hers though. She knew exactly who he was when she attacked him, there was no doubt. "Who the fu-" He murmured before she jumped on him once more. He dodged her by a hair and when he went to grab her ankle, she shot her organic webs on one of the desk in the office and threw it in Miguel's direction. He received it right in the chest and humphed, pushing it off him.

"Enough!" He growled out and grabbed her wrist when she threw herself at him. Her claws were out, her eyes shining red and fangs menacing. Just like him. With her strength, she pushed him against the nearest wall and sank her claws in the concrete next to his head. Her second hand was held back by his grasp but was dangerously approaching his face. She snarled at him and with the remaining strength he had in him, he pushed her back and spined her around so he could slam her body against the wall. She squirmed to get free but his hold on her wrist was strong and before she could even think about using her legs to get away, he pinned her to the wall, crushing her body with his. "That's enough." He groaned in her ear as she kept growling like a feral animal. "I'm gonna ask you questions and you better answer me correctly. Who are you?" He struggled to keep her in place. "Why would I tell you?" She said in a thick Spanish accent. "Wrong answer." He grunted as he snaped her wrist to break it. She yelled in pain and rested her head against the wall, taking deep breaths to concentrate on her healing. "Again. Who are you?" He asked once more. The woman took a deep breath to calm down and opened her eyes to stare at him, her pupils turning back to brown. "Creo que sabes quién soy." (I think you know who I am.) She said as he kept staring at her for a moment before grabbing her elbow and twist it awkwardly. "Wait, wait, wait! I'll tell you who I am..." She immediately submitted. He released her elbow but didn't let her go, waiting for her to speak.

"I'm Michaela O'Hara." She introduced herself, slowly retracting her claws. Miguel froze for a moment, he put two and two together and understood she was another version of himself. "Why are you trying to kill me?" He asked, tightening his grip on her wrist because he knew she would never stop trying to get free. That's what he would do. "Actúas como un loco y casi destruyes el multiverso!" (You're acting insane and almost got the multiverse destroyed!) She growled at him, showing her fangs. "I paid the price of my mistake, I won't do it again." He said, his voice low in memory of his daughter. "Dios mío... You think you're the only one who lost Gabriella? Pathetic... I'm not here about her, I'm here about Miles Morales." (Jesus Christ...) She explained and he frowned. "What about the kid?" He loosened his grip on her and she immediately noticed it, deciding not to mention it. "I know exactly what you want to do to him. That's what I would have done. But you're wrong, Miles is not an anomaly, not more than us." She slowly pushed back from the wall, taking advantage of his distract. His eyes snapped back at her and he frowned once more. "How did you manage to stay hidden from me? I would've noticed you." And by I, he meant Lyla. "You think I would have let an idiot like you keep an eye on me? Oh, Cariño... Yo era el que te vigilaba." (Oh, Honey... I was the one keeping an eye on you.) She chuckled. "Do not think you're the only one who thought about exploring the multiverse." She said with a little smirk as she showed him another version of his multi-dimensional watch.

Only then he noticed she got free from his grip and when he tried and grab her once more, she just swatted at his hand. "And, by the way, I'm not actually trying to kill you. I just wanted to stop you." She walked around his office, looking at the multiple screens. She went to tap on some board before Miguel grabbed her wrist. "Don't touch anything or I'll break every single bone of your hand." He threatened her. "Relax, Grumpy. I will not break anything. You should get that checked out." She said, pointing at the injury on his neck. He brought a hand to his wound and hid a wince of pain. She silently chuckled and turned around, looking at the different universes shown on the screens. "Puedo?" (May I?) She asked as she pointed at the keypad on the desk. Miguel quietly grunted but nodded his head, watching attentively what she was doing. She entered coordinates and a new screen appeared with a number at the top. "Earth-203." Miguel read in a whisper. "Where I'm from, it is basically the same as here. Year 2099, flying cars, bullet trains directly to the moon, bla bla bla... Except I'm Spider-Woman instead of Spider-Man. Well, I'm Viuda-Araña." (Spider-Widow) She explained as she discreetly placed a microchip under Miguel's desk.

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kairiscorner · 1 year ago

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idgaf since im korean i feel the need to project this >:3 imagine introducing miguel to korean food I JUST KNOWWW HE’D LIKE KIMCHI IDC i wanna take him on a trip so he could try korean corndogs 💯💯 oh and you force him to watch k drama w you 🤪

OEKDNFKDKKDKDJD YESSSSS

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

imagine him getting jealous if you said you liked a cute kdrama male lead, like...

you'd really pick them over me? – jealous!(kinda petty)miguel o'hara x reader

as you two were watching your comfort kdrama, you were giggling and smiling a whole lot more than you usually do, and it was during every time that one male lead showed up. you couldn't explain the feeling that made you gravitate towards him–was it the fluffy hair on his head, the cute way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the way his dimples popped out when he grinned so childishly, the bright smile he bore on his face... he was just perfection embodied into a mortal human.

and there was a man who was the same way, just seldom cute and more on intimidating, but still cute sometimes–especially when he's being petty, and that was none other than your lover, miguel o'hara, who was currently pouting up a storm and knitting his thick eyebrows together as he gazed at you admiring the male lead flirting with the female lead on the screen.

oh the envy he was experiencing right then and there, mumbling to himself how much hotter he is compared to this guy, how much realer his love for you is, and how tacky his pickup lines sounded. and he hated how sweet your giggle sounded when you gripped your pillows and smiled wider at the male lead's compliments and flirting. "y'know, i can excite you more by just greeting you in the morning, this guy's got nothing on me." he scoffs as he watches you get all flustered like the female lead was due to the male lead's charms.

miguel folded his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes. "you don't have to be so damn excited, he's just a guy." he muttered under his breath as you kept whispering to yourself how cute the guy was, how much you loved him. oh, now miguel refused to be ignored any longer after this; he had to prove he was better than that guy. he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, then he gently grabbed your cheeks and turned your head to look at him.

"listen... i can give you more love on this very night than a guy like that or anybody else can in their whole damn lives. i'll tell you that i love you in more ways than that script he's handed can ever express. i'm here with you tonight, not him, not anyone else." he muttered as he leaned over and gave you a gentle kiss, which carried all the jealousy and passion his heart was filled with right then and there.

the voices and music from the kdrama you two were watching had faded into the background, and the only thing you could hear was miguel's husky whisper as he pulled away and held you close in his embrace.

"soy el que más te quiere."

you felt your whole body freeze up as he kissed down the length of your neck, with your face and upper body feeling heated up and warm–with a bit of fuzziness in your cheeks as he kept muttering how much he loves you, how nobody else can love you with the same vigor and passion as he can.

"is this... because i was giggling about the main guy?" you asked him with a light giggle as miguel stopped and went silent. he paused and pulled away from you and furrowed his eyebrows again, his face becoming more and more flustered as he dwelled on your question. he snapped out of it when you kissed his cheek, with his eyes widening as he looked back at your beaming face. he looked away from you as he uttered a, 'maybe... just a little bit'.

truly, he was a natural at being adorable–especially when he's being all pouty and jealous over a guy you only found nice looking. of course you could never want anyone else but your lover, and he can never love anyone else like how he loves you.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @fiannee @fictarian @yuridopted0 @arachnoia @meeom @melovetitties @ophanimgold @popeheywardssecretgf

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jellybeans2099 · 1 year ago

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Cam Person Drabble Pt. 2 Reader's POV

Paring: Miguel O'Hara x Spiderperson!Reader

Part 1 Here

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, obsessive behaviors, masturbation, size difference (if you squint), s-x work is real work

Word Count: 0.5k

A/N: I used they/them pronouns for the reader so insert whichever ones you use. No real descriptions of what the reader has going on to keep this neutral. I rewrote this like 3 times but I think I am satisfied with where we ended up. Let me know if you have any questions or feedback! (And thank you @obi-mom-kenobi for the idea 💖)

You had told Peter B that you found Miguel to be intimidating since the first time you met him and that was true. With his height well over 6' and his toned physique sometimes he felt as if a brick wall had come to life. His talons didn't help much in that department either. However, none of those things are really why you've been keeping your distance, it’s his eyes. It's the way his crimson eyes seem to grow darker and hungrier when he looks at you. Of course he doesn't look at you much anyway, often leaving your briefings early with his back always toward you. It was the glances he would steal at you when he thought you weren't looking. The look in his eyes send a shiver down your spine and you quickly turn away so you weren't caught. Truth be told you found him fascinating. He seems to have it all together on the outside but in reality you could see he was seconds away from falling apart. Every time you looked at him all you could see was a man who desperately needed a break. This thought would start to leak into everything you did. Finding yourself drifting to thinking if he was okay and if he had an outlet for his stress. It worried you sometimes just how fragile he seemed. During one of your more intense streams you couldn't help but think about if he's gotten off lately. It wasn't meant to get you going but the idea that he could watch you to alleviate the stress made you cum quicker than usual. The shock of the thought had you ending the stream early to regroup. No of course you're not attracted to him like that. What a silly thing to think. He was technically your boss, you shouldn't even be thinking of him at all during your streams. But even during your clean up time, the lingering thought of him touching himself to you had you reeling to finish the job.

Things had only gotten worse at the weeks went on. Your sudden desire to lessen the load on your boss had turned into a full on obsession. Every moment you're on stream you wonder if by chance he could be there watching you get slutty and used by others. Would that turn him on? Would that excite him to see you in such a state? It made all your streams just that much hotter. You started browsing for toys you thought might match his size and made sure to play with those just a little bit longer. Streams started to feel almost overwhelming when your desire to see him kicked in. Even when the stream was over you couldn't let go the desire resting in your body.

Going to HQ now felt like a chore as you had to keep yourself in check. Can't stare at him too long or else your thoughts and desires would consume you. You found yourself avoiding him even more as to not excite yourself too much. You kept your head down and did your work to the best of your ability. You were dreading the moment when you knew you'd both be paired together on a mission cause you didn't know if you could control yourself. If only he knew how much you wanted to help him relieve his stress.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #spider man 2099 #atsv miguel #miguel x you #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o'hara x spiderperson!reader #miguel o'hara drabble

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spider-mar2004 · 9 months ago

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🕷Webbed Silence🕷

Pairing:Kaine Parker x F!Spider!Reader

Summary: Kaine invited you in the dark nights of the city of New York. And is more than a date.

Warnings: Just a bit of swearing.

Fluff!

6:40 PM.

What a lovely evening in the city of New York, the sky getting darker, the stars slowly appearing and the lights from the place turning on. Usually, this was your city, Because is from your world, your universe.

It's been six months you was in the Spider-society, you felt comfortable with it but also kinda irritated due some spider-people could be noisy, the boss Miguel O'hara grumpy,etc. You wasn't a very social spider-woman either after all, so that explained why you spend more time at your home than that place.

But, you started to come often due someone caught your attention. A tall 6'4 ft man with a suit of red and black, with dark mask and red lenses with an intimidating look, how did someone that looks or well is dangerous caught your attention? Possibly the fact both of you aren't too social, but you decided give yourself a chance for socialize with him.

He wasn't an easy person to socialize. At the start he usually avoided you, but you kept trying and started to help him some things, and bring him stuff like a bottle of water, snacks, etc. Which, Kaine wasn't used to have someone who cares about him. But slowly started to accept and started to take trust towards you.

And then, you both started to dating, you two have three months being a couple. It seemed cute at first but was kinda hard for you due Kaine's personality towards that fact, he was cold at the start because he wasn't sure about have a relationship. But he is trying, he loves you. Just, he didn't know how to behave at this which it takes patience.

Anyways, finally Kaine called you from the wrist advice you both have.

"Hey uh, i shouldn't scare you but i am here. Could we meet in the top of your apartment building?"

Kaine said, as he was already there glacing at the bright city.

"Really? You should be named Mr. Surprises!"

You said with a soft giggled and a small smile on your face, you wasn't wearing your mask and suit only your comfortable clothing which was a shirt of [Color/design you want], Jeans pants of [Color you want] and sport shoes, with a sweater tied on your waist. As Kaine heard you joke he would let go a snort and a grumpy face under his mask.

"Whatever, just meet me there."

He simply said with a slight annoyed yet cold tone for then hang the call.

7:15 PM

You finally arrived trotting, you was excited because finally your partner became more open at the couple things but also worried because possibly something could happen. You saw him waiting, watching down at the city from the view, still with his suit and mask on, as you stepped towards, he slowly turned his head to see you.

"Oh, hey babe." You gave him a warm smile as you walked to him slowly. "Something... Happened?"

"Kinda, just wanted to say some things..." He sighed and looked down again, unsure what to say next.

"... You can tell me, you know i trust you and that's why we are united, for help each other." You stood next him and looked at him with a more worried face.

"I know but. Y'know sometimes i would... Love to try harder for this but nah, i keep failing." He shrugged said coldly.

"I get what you mean Kaine, but you are already doing it. I know you are busy and well your personality not used for this but it doesn't bother me a lot like you think." You moved closer to him, without stop staring.

"Generally never used for this and i kinda dislike admit it but, hurts me a bit that i am not doing so much for you. I know i used to be a bad and violent guy but i should stop being this and be uh, more special with you." Kaine took a low sigh as then he slowly took off his mask, revealing his dark brown and long hair with his brown eyes, scarred face and serious look.

"With patience everything ends easy. And again, your personality doesn't bother me because i understand about your past. And i know you love me because you are always in my side and you listen me. If you didn't love me you would just leave me, and that's it." You slowly leaned your head on his shoulder, slowly closing your eyes. "Plus, i rather my Kaine being a serious black cat than being a golden retriever like Ben."

Kaine side eyed at you as he heard the last name, rolling his eyes. He dislike fun comments but somehow he tolerates the yours.

"If you say so." He said without more words to say.

After few seconds, Kaine's mind started to transform his classic short-tempered behavior to a now quiet and calm mood. So he slowly leaned his chin on the top of her head, closing his eyes too, the ambient was so relaxing, it brought peace between you two. And then he slowly and carefully hugged your waist moving for stand behind, he was even more comfortable now.

"Guess my grumpy kitty got finally relaxed." You chuckled a little.

Silence, you both enjoyed the silent moment between you and him more than talking. With a smooth move of your body turn around for see his face, he opened his kinda hooded eyes a bit, that softened expression made your heart melt. You gently and softly nuzzled his nose with yours, smiling more. And for your surprise he nuzzled back with a very relaxed sigh, hugging more your hips.

He became now more expressive in your relationship, a thing you didn't expect. Well it won't change fully in a day but at least it was clearly a signal that you both will become even more united.

And minutes later as the night was even darker, You was with your suit on now, just without mask which it was next you. Kaine and you were on a hammock made of webs made by him, both relaxing, both enjoying each one's company, and now, both kissing each other's lips softly and quietly with hugs and slow cuddles. Until then Kaine's wrist advice started to ring so he made an annoyed snort as he stopped.

"Take the call, could be important." You suggested.

Kaine just listened and accepted the call. The hologram was Miguel O'hara with his holografic blue and red suit on.

"God damn it Kaine, seriously? Thought you was working or something." Miguel said with an annoyed tone.

"So i don't have rights for have my privacy. Go to shut the fuck up yourself." Kaine let out a growl.

"... Pendejo-" That was the last word he said when Kaine just hung the call.

"Pffft, Guess Kitty is mad now, but don't worry we can treat it, let's just enjoy and relax a bit more before the police sirens break our fun." You giggled.

"Yeah yeah, before also maybe Miguel comes and kick our asses, but i would kick his first being honest." He said with a slight shrug and then hug you again.

And then, again, the quiet and lovely moment on the webs between you being a caring and sweet spider, and a grumpy and dangerous spider, How adorable.

The end! Hope you like it! Is my first one-shot. I am sorry if my english is not good because i am not english native and sorry if wasn't too long but at least i tried! It was fun. <3

#kaine parker x reader #kaine parker #one shot #fluff

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firewalkzwit · 1 year ago

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peace of mind // miguel o'hara x reader (3)

Masterlist

AO3 parallel

summary: In the eve of 2050, Spider-Woman is New York’s vigilante trying to maintain order in a revolting society, soon to collapse. The only reason to keep going is the hope for change, as the darkest hour is just before the dawn, but an unexpected turn of events will result in more than just New York to watch over.

(Contains some elements and references I gathered off other pieces of media to inspire the universe and, vaguely, the character.)

word count: 1.5k

Chapter 3

Describing the Spider-Society was no easy task, but if she had to pick a word to do so, it would definitely be ostentatious. Her mind wandered on mundane affairs, avoiding even attempting to grasp consciously the fact that the ridiculously small gizmo on her wrist was responsible for her newfound ability to travel through dimensions, and that she was walking through an immense skyscraper inverted downwards with an inexplicable management of gravity where around her roamed thousands of people like her, Spider-People. She saved the talking for whenever her mind would stop overwhelming her with questions. In only fourty nine years would her dimension reach such outstanding development? Even if it did, it was extremely unlikely that she would ever take part in a project so ambicious such as handling a strike force of such opulence. While she'd rather not blurt it out in front of Miguel, she found the whole thing a tad pretentious. Still, this didn't mean she wasn't dazzled and even excited to be there, surrounded by those like her. Miguel lead the way in a fast pace, as she tried to keep up while trying to catch a detailed glimpse of everything around. While her AI could not operate across dimensions like Miguel's, her suit was still equiped to store a good amount of video before delivering it back to base where her hardrive was, and she made sure to exploit this resource. The view of Miguel's back towering over her as she was led to headquarters evoked in her a strange vertigo. Miguel was an absolute unit, standing at the incredible height of six foot nine, impressive and somewhat intimidating even for a man in her dimension, where most males stood at an average of six foot three. She was no exceptionally tall woman either, standing at the average of five foot nine. She divised women and men significatively shorter than her, which came as a shocker sometimes as it was not often that she towered over men, but the change in years throughout dimensions evidenced clearly that the earlier in time a Spider-Person came from, the shorter they seemed to be. The voices of those who spoke echoed through the glassy white walls of the overwhelmingly spacious lobby, sound filtering through the immense narrow lanes that crossed between eachother and towards different parts of the building, not limited by gravity or terms like ceiling or ground, everything was the same for those who could crawl on walls and attach to surfaces through spiderwebs. Her fists clenched as she felt a wave of goosebumps crawl up her body, beginning to cross an area filled of what Miguel briefly described as "anomalies". He didn't seem like a man of many words, and while neither was she, her desire to ask all sorts of questions wound up in her biting her tongue to not come off as overwhelming. Was Spot an anomaly? That she was not sure of, perhaps having a different technical name Miguel baptized him with, but it certainly was of anomalous nature to intrude in a foreign dimension to mess with it's only existing collider, as well as being considered a threat to the integrity of the space-time continuum. Her long nails pinched her palms within her fists, being an enthusiast of sharp and long feline-like nails, the supernatural strengthening of her collagen after being bit by the radioactive spider allowed her to maintain whatever length she wished for, never bothered by the long gone risk of her nails chipping performing simple tasks, or even in the battlefield.

Her trail of thought was abruptly interrupted by Miguel, who stopped his walk beneath a large platform that descended from the ceiling at a stressfully low speed. "Your dimension was lucky your collider is equipped to sustain sudden initiation, but others are not, and if he continues on the loose feeding off of other dimensions, he'll cause enough holes in the multiverse for it to collapse." He solemnly explained as his hands rested on his waist. "We've gathered to work against this, and we've been fighting to prevent the appearance of more anomalies in dimensions that aren't their own, but as long as Spot continues to roam around them opening gaps within them, they will only continue to appear at a faster rate." Her head dropped to the side as she assimilated the explenation Miguel carried out, pointing at hologram projections of events in foreign universes which he pretentiously denominated Arachno-Humanoid Poly Multiverse. "We have to prevent the disruption of the canon, it's what holds the links between universes and across fate from breaking and collapsing." She frowned in confusion. "The canon?" Miguel turned to look back at her before turning his body, whatever he was about to say conveyed through his body language that it was probably even more important than whatever he had explained so far. His suit of sophisticated technology was advanced enough to be what seemed like nothing but a projection of one, de-materializing partly to reveal his face. His sharp features and grave expression caused her to linger on the doubt of whether to pull her mask off or leave it as it was, she still wasn't sure of how safe it was to do so. "It's kinda' rude to leave me be the only one masked off." He scolded more than he joked, inviting her rather aloofly to pull her mask off, revealing the identity she guarded so strictly in her dimension. Making no comments on her looks, and remaining inexpressive at what she felt was a major revelation, he continued his explanation.

"Picture the canon as a timeline, the story of Spider-Man is the highlight of events within it, both the good and the bad ones. Removing events that are supposed to happen from a timeline creates gaps in a story that is supposed to go a certain way, these events bind our timelines with eachother, it's what makes us Spider-People, and what makes you Spider-Woman." Her face contorted into a frown as her lips pursed downwards, feeling a sensation of void in her stomach of an overwhelming fear and perplexity at the complex nature of a situation she took lighter than she should. It was quite a hard pill to swallow, her eyes shifting around in a strange sinking feeling of panic. She displayed no major signs of her distress however, staying right where she stood as she tried to make her mental crisis as strictly psychological as she could keep it. "How do you know all of this?" Was the only question she could word at a strand of hope that his credibility was null to give her peace. "I've broken the canon myself, not my own, but another universe's." His eyes broke the longly held contact with her's, wavering on whether to continue or not. "How...?" Miguel's eyebrows furrowed as he reluctantly opened his mouth to begin explaining something he would have rather had kept to himself. "Back when I was new on interdimensional travelling, I found another universe with a different version of myself. One that had a family. When that version of myself was murdered, I replaced him. I was ignorant so I thought it was harmless. I intruded in an event that had to happen, including it's consequences... This destroyed the universe, and everything I thought I had built for myself was errased, vanished." He finished his sentence containing a depressing sigh, looking back at her as she hesitated on making another question. "So it's like loss coded in my character which I have to endure and protect?" She uttered baffled, all she had lost, everything and everyone that was taken away from her was no tragedy, but instead a necessary collateral damage of an individual's psyche for the sake of a bigger cause? Throughout her years as Spider-Woman, she had taken the grief of her losses to transform them into drive to continue serving her cause, reluctantly sometimes, as no one had been there to save her loved ones, not even herself. However, the canon was harder to assimilate than expected; thousands of Spider-People like her had lost just as much as her, or were going to sometime soon in their timeline in order to maintain it continuous. She felt the sudden need to vomit, her knees trembling as she struggled to keep herself on her feet. Her eyes met Miguel's and in them she could see how despite his lack of expression, they filtered as much pain as she felt at that moment.

"It's hard to understand, I know, but I need you to cooperate, we all do." Thousands of stories connected through webs faded as the hollogram dissappeared, her head in her hands as her fingers gripped strands of hair, trying to hold on to herself to give herself some comfort. There was nothing left for her to loose at that point, and she knew it was not the idea of her loss, but the thought of everyone else's that disturbed her. How what she had gone through was, without her knowledge, pawn of a bigger game where what she had lost was individually insignificant in proportion to the immense web of unmeasurable dimensions. What one lost individually was possibly inconsequential to the multiverse, but if enough people were to go out of their way to interrupt the canon, existence as a whole was bound to disappear. She needed time off to think about everything, but as she took steps back to head out, her senses warned her before she bumped into somebody.

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Paint the lot red | Qian Kun

Qian Kun x Reader

▸ FLUFF, ANGST, Smut, Vampire au ▸ Part of the Stephen King’s collab, hosted by @starryqian & @takitaro ▸ Inspired by Stephen King’s, Salem’s Lot

Summary: Kun is a vampire, buying humans in exchange for immortality. He wanted to buy you and your house, but love changes everything. Convincing each other to be something you’re not. Kun wants to turn you into a vampire, but you want him to embrace being a human. Will Kun leave his family for you? Or you will accept the immortality he offers?

Word count: 6.8k

Warnings: mentions of car crash, family loss, Vanilla sex, depression from family loss, bloodsucking, virginity loss, unprotected sex, swearing, major character death, blood, mentions of alcohol, depression

A/N: Salem’s Lot is a handful but great book. I can’t follow the entire plot of Stephen King’s work, so heres my version of it. This is also inspired by Vampires VS. The Bronx... HAHAHA so, here. And sorry if the ending is SLIGHTLY close to my Jaehyun’s Body, but I plotted this first so 🤷🏼‍♀️

Tag list: @jimjamjaemin @inseonqt @thefouranemoi @jaehyunoos @sunshinedhyuck @neospirited @shanghai-lu @loeygotospacenow @mal-nakamoto23 @svteencarat @commentgirl @yukine-smx (I hope I did not missed anyone)

NEWS FLASH: The family of the famous writer Y/N, died in a car crash on their way to the airport for a family trip to Hawaii. All four passengers are dead on arrival including the driver. The funeral will be closed and private, as per the writer Y/N’s request.

The sky has your favorite shade of orange when you arrived at the house. Home, you thought. Always the same big house that you grew up to. It’s been almost ten years since you step foot in this house and seeing it again for the first time made you regret every Christmas that you purposely missed just so you can avoid spending time with your family. And besides feeling that you’re home, you feel regret suffocating you. What was I thinking, you murmured. This house used to be filled with laughter and happiness. Nights where you and your family will watch TV together in the living room with all the lights closed, countless meals together and talking about random stuff while eating, drinking coffee with your mother, playing board games with your brother. But now, the house is filled with dust and despair.

The house feels cold and dirty but either way, it’s what you need. You would rather feel the emptiness of this big house and miss your family than be alone in your apartment. Maybe being home can make you write something worth reading for again, maybe being home will help you be alive again. Losing your whole family is a different kind of pain. The word ‘alone’ does not cover what you’re feeling right now.

It has been nine months since the accident but the sad news is still fresh in your heart that sometimes when you remember it, you just turned into stone and start crying out of nowhere. Thankfully, the town was understanding enough about what you’re going through in life. They were all careful not to make you remember your family’s death, and made sure to take care of you in ways that they can.

“I see some stores are closing? What happened to Miguel’s Ice Cream shop?” you asked Sophie, the owner of the small grocery store in town. You’ve known her since you were just a little girl, and your mother and father helped her grow her business.

“Well, since your father’s death there's this vampire family who’s been buying the whole town. One by one, Qian Properties. Offering money and immortality as payments” she says. The worry in her tone is quite evident as if she knew that vampires will soon knock on her store and offer her the same thing. Money and immortality.

After your family’s passing, the world has gone mad like they took every good thing from this world with them on their graves. Crazy how in nine months the things that are used to be fiction like vampires, are now the new normal. Everything happened so fast. Their kind grew and grew and now their population covers over almost 1/4 of the world. Vampires school, condominiums for vampires, hotel ran by vampires, humans being vampires. It’s crazy. But even though the world has gone mad, it doesn’t bother you because the pain that you’re dealing with right now is taking too much of your sanity.

As months slowly pass by, even though you hate writing right now, you still try and find your way back to loving what you used to do for a living. Writing was everything to you. There’s no greater feeling than sharing something you’ve created to the world, show it entirely, and watch the people love every bit of that thick thing we called a book. You lost your spark with writing when the accident happened and it changed your life. Everything you published became the talk of the world, people hating it and blaming what happened to your family. It was your darkest time. Losing your family and watching your career end.

You type, delete over and over again, and tried writing your feelings away until you see the sun setting again. A good reminder to call it a day. Then someone rang your doorbell. You quickly grabbed your robe and make your way downstairs, you see a man’s figure on the other side of the gate, wearing a nice suit, black trousers, and nice leather shoes.

“Good evening. I hope I did not interrupt you, I’m Qian Kun” he offered his hand for you to shake it which you accepted with a straight face. Qian. The family name of the vampires who are buying properties in this town and you’re not stupid to not know what he came here for. You wanted to shoo him away and tell him that you’re not interested in anything that he will offer. You have a lot of money and you don’t need immortality.

You crossed your arms and waited for him to talk more. “May I come in? I’m looking forward to this meeting for quite some time now” he says. You turned around and did not say anything but left the gate wide open. “Please” he added and he sounded desperate.

“Mr. Qian, I left the door open. What are you waiting for?”

“I- I suppose you don’t know that vampires cannot come in unless you invite them in” you didn’t of course.

“I’m sorry. I did not know. Please come in”

When you two settled in the living room, he started the conversation by introducing himself. You notice that he’s well mannered, polite, and careful with his words. He doesn’t sound fake like the monsters who pretend to care for you in the writing industry. Kun was straightforward without offending you, intimidating but not enough to make you feel small. He stated his intentions very clearly, “As a firstborn, I want my family to have a nice home. And this house is perfect. You will not be homeless, of course. We will find you a new house, cash, and immortality” he says.

You couldn’t agree more with what Kun told you. But the reason that he’s here to buy your house is something you can’t let him do. Even if he’s polite, nice, and handsome if you’re being honest. You can’t let him take away your home.

“It’s good that you love your family so much and you’re taking care of them. Something that I regret not doing” you take a sip from your coffee before you continue saying something that will bring you to tears, “are you aware that I lost my family, about a year ago?” you were calm when you said it, but it still hurt like hell. Admitting that they’re gone.

Kun was speechless. He felt like he ruined your peace and your time to mourn your family but most of all, it felt like he’s disrespecting you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know” is all he can say.

“I have way too much money and I don’t want immortality. Thank you for your offer, but this is all I’ve got”

“I cherish my family too. I have a family and we don't have a home, you don’t have a family but you have a home. Be part of us, we can be your family”

You got offended, but still, there’s not enough reason to burst out and be hysterical. You gave him a small smile and shook your head, “Good luck finding a home Mr. Qian. I admire you taking care of your family”

The night ended coldly, both disappointed with personal reasons. Although he felt sorry about his visit, he still got his eyes on the prize. Kun will stand his ground and will try over and over again until you say yes to his offer. You, on the other hand, don’t know why you have a soft spot for the vampire even though he already offended you. Maybe it’s because you were moved for his honest reasons that you can’t let out your anger towards him even if you force yourself. He was just trying and finding his family a stable home, no need to get mad, you said to yourself.

As days go by, the vampire did not give up as expected. He continued his visit and greet you with the sweetest smile. He tried pursuing you, giving you flowers, bringing you books to read, chocolates, fruits, anything that crosses his mind that will try to change your decision. He was desperate for his family’s sake and it was obvious.

Sophie said that Qian properties chose this place because it’s far from the city. There’s a lot of trees and the neighborhood is peaceful. “That’s why he’s desperate. Your father made this town great. Don’t let that Qian family eat up of what your father built” she says sternly.

You walked alone to your house with a bag of take out, thinking of other ways to make your meal even more delicious. Since you’re alone in life, you don’t have someone to cook you a decent meal. When you were living alone in the city, you have your manager cook you good food. But now that you’re completely alone, you just have to make the best out of this take out.

“Hi” of course the vampire waited for you to come home. You smiled and let out a small laugh because both of his hands are carrying grocery bags.

“What are you doing? I have food and enough stocks for a whole family, and I live alone” It was a joke. You giggle and opened the gate, this time you did not forget to invite him in.

“That’s not why I’m here. I’m here as a friend a new vampire friend- Let me cook for you please, I need a friend”

Hearing him say those words made you think that Kun is a blessing in disguise. Finally, decent food. You don’t want to admit but having Kun’s company tonight made you feel happy. Not genuinely happy of course, but it’s nice to have someone to talk to. Surprisingly, he’s talkative but not annoying. The words that came out from his mouth made sense to the point that you’re learning new things from him. He was right, he’s here as a friend and not as a buyer of your house.

“Why do you want my house so bad?” you asked. Stirring the spaghetti sauce that he made.

“Hmm. I thought I’m here as a friend?” he smiles and refuses to answer your question. He looked handsome up close, but his unbelievably white skin is scary. It reminded you that he’s a vampire.

“Well okay, if you don’t want to answer that question. I didn’t know vampires eat. I thought you only drink blood from humans” you quickly changed the subject so he can feel comfortable.

“I love food and I love cooking. It’s my guilty pleasure. It doesn’t make me full, but if what I made taste good then I’m satisfied” he answered your question with a big smile. Proud and happy to talk about how he loves cooking.

For someone who doesn’t have a soul, Kun is a vampire full of life. You listen to him talk about the things he sees on TV and watches his eyes show you and tell you how he’s curious about the world. He’s well aware that there's so much you can do in a lifetime, he wanted to learn many things and go around the world. He’s almost more human than you are. “Well if you have all these dreams of yours why don’t you embrace life instead of living in the shadows for your family?” you hope he answers your question this time.

“My family is more important than my dreams and my wants in life. The things that I long for will forever be in this world, but my family can die anytime-“ he realized what he just said, “I’m- I’m sorry. I got carried away. Please- Uh, how’s the food?” he tried changing the subject but it was too late.

He’s right. Everything he said is right and you’re realizing it just now, “I wish I met you before my family died. Unlike you, I chose my dreams and turned my back against my family. And now I’m regretting it. Don’t worry, you didn’t offend me and the food is great. Really great” your tone was slowly turning sad and gloomy. The vampire was quick to be concerned but he can’t do anything to help you heal. So, he changed the mood and joked about offering you immortality and you argued with him and tried convincing him to embrace being human. It was a friendly debate that made him blush and your heart flutter.

Kun hates lying, even to himself. As he listens and watches you speak very closely while you drink your wine, he's slowly liking you and he's not afraid of what he's feeling right now. He loves how you talk about the things you've experienced already like he's listening to a book about wonders. You must be a great writer. The whole time you were talking about your first book to him, he was really impressed by your talent but he can't listen to you further. Instead, he just admired you closely.

Then he kissed you.

He noticed how your lips were plump and red because of the red wine and the kiss was something he can’t control because he wanted to do it. “I’m not sorry about the kiss, I wanted to do it” at least he was honest about what he feels. "Please continue your story" and so you did, but this time you were smiling from ear to ear.

Good things come to an end. You felt that you went out on a date with Kun when the night ended. You felt nothing but happiness, butterflies in your stomach, cheeks hurt because of too much smiling. He flashed those handsome dimples of his and waved goodbye to you. Neither of you wanted to end the night so early but he had to go home to his family.

The next day, while you were trying so hard to put what you feel into writing, you look over the window and hope to see Kun’s figure outside your huge gate. But no, he’s not there. Until the sun is finally setting again and the sky turned into your favorite shade of orange, you were disappointed but only for a short span of time.

The same thing happened for a week. You waited for the vampire to show up outside your gate, but he never did. Maybe he finally gave up.

One fine beautiful evening, you were reading the books Kun gave you while you enjoy a cup of warm tea then your doorbell rang three times that it almost sounded so desperate for attention. Finally, the figure that you’ve been meaning to see showed up. You welcome him in like an old friend and he greets you with an exhausted smile. He looked tired and dull you noticed.

“I’m sorry I didn’t show up for days” you haven’t seen each other for a week and the first words you heard from him are apologies. “I was busy running the family business” he clears his throat and sat comfortably on the couch.

“Which is?” you asked.

“Buying humans so my family name will forever live,” he said oh so cooly. Surprising you with honestly again that never bothered you. In fact, he continues to surprise you. “And looking for a new town to buy” he added. You noticed during your long walks that people in this town continue embracing immortality in exchange for their establishments and loyalty for Qian properties. It sounds complicated, their business, but really it’s not hard to understand. It’s like a normal business that buys and sells properties and a big company that needed a lot of staff. But for Qian properties, lives are involved.

“What happens to the people you turn to vampires?”

“Besides being rich, they will have a long life, my family owns them and as long as they live, they will work for my family. But I can assure you that their lives are safe. We don’t harm them, rather we help them adjust to this new life they swore to- How are you?”

His sudden concern for you caught you off guard that you smiled and became shy in front of him. He’s not here as a businessman again, he’s here as your friend, Kun. Whom you kissed and waited for his presence every day.

“I waited for you every day” he smiled at your honesty. But then, his smile slowly fades away. He holds his chest and pretends that he’s okay to not make you worry. “I’m not stupid you’re hungry. When was the last time you drank blood?” you brought him to your kitchen to give him a plate of raw steak. But he told you steak does not cover it. You were trying so hard to help him ease his hunger. Then you realized, you have blood.

“Try not to kill me? Or turn me?” you exposed your collar bones to him and standup in between his legs. He was sitting on the kitchen counter like a bored teenager with a bottle of water in his hand. He let out a cute laugh and fixed your robe.

“No. I can’t do that to you. I’m not here to ask for blood. I’m just tired and pressured because of my family. I just needed to see you” he smiled so sweetly again, making you fall in love with his gaze. Even though he’s tired and weak to the core he can still make your heart flutter.

“I’m not going to take no for an answer. If you don’t drink my blood, you can never see me again” it was a dangerous bargain but you had to try. You came closer to him, felt his cold skin, smelled his cologne, and hope that he smells your blood. It was a struggle for him and he enjoys your sweet torture. Until he finally gave in.

“Just one swig,” he says.

“That’s all I want to happen. Please, you look dead” you insist.

He took his time untying your robe, remove it from you and watch it hit the tiled kitchen floor. He kissed your neck like the gentleman that he is making you weak and let out soft moans. His lips are cold and it sends a shiver straight to your spine. Then he bit you. Drank your blood like he’s just kissing your neck. It felt like you’re high on drugs, everything kept spinning and the moment he stopped. You feel weak and he was quick to catch you with his strong arms. Kun kissed the part where he had bit you a few seconds ago and kissed you all the way from your collar bone, neck, chin, and finally your lips.

Everything turned slow. Like a moment being kept for safekeeping and no one dares to move too fast. Scared to ruin such a beautiful moment.

You took him to your room and there you two continued that beautiful moment. He watched you remove your clothes in between his legs as he comfortably sits on the edge of your queen-sized bed. Once you discarded all your clothes and exposed your bare body to him, his hands roam freely around your body. It’s his first time, he whispered. “I’ll try not to disappoint you” he promised.

While you help him remove his clothes, Kun learned to kiss your body. He was shy but you told him he doesn’t have to. He learned to kiss your chest, the valley between your boobs and your stomach. “Why are you avoiding my boobs?” you asked with a slight giggle, waiting for his lips to brush your perked nipple and make you shiver. He looked at you directly in the eye as he starts sucking your left nipple, then he turned to your right boob, and in a matter of minutes, he finally learned how to use his tongue. You gasped and breathed in deeply as you were just standing in between his legs, naked, shivering, and moaning at the things he’s been doing to you.

“You’re going to make me cum undone” you informed him. He stopped and leaned back, admiring your swollen nipples as if he’s proud of his work.

“Is that a bad thing?” he asked oh so innocently.

“No” you pushed him slowly to the mattress, “But I’d rather cum in other different ways,” you said. This time it’s your turn to kiss his cold body and let him experience the pleasure he’s been giving you. His low groans were music to your ears when you licked his nipples while you unbutton his pants and remove it swiftly leaving him only with his boxers briefs.

Given that this is his first time, you decided to stay on top tonight and take charge. You kissed his abs, feel it with your hands, and took time kissing his lower abdomen, making the vampire impatient and push his underwear down so your lips can finally make contact with his cock. You gave him his first blow job, sucking his dick slowly and pumping it over and over again until it’s really hard and thick. “I promise to give you a proper blowjob someday” you crawled on top of him until your wet folds are coating his cock with your pussy juices.

“I can get addicted to you, you know that?” he says and smiled before you reach for his lips to distract him as you line his cock to your entrance and slowly sink down on him. His reaction was something you will never forget, the sound that he made once he’s fully inside you. You intertwined your fingers with him before you roll your hips deliciously.

“Ready?”

“Yeah- Oh, ahh” he part his lips and did not get shy anymore as he continues to let out his moans and feel your warm walls around him. He pulled your body closer to him, wanting to never leave those beautiful lips of yours. You made his arms rest on your hips, as you bounce up and down on his cock with utmost care. There’s no need to go wild and crazy for tonight. Everything is perfect.

“I’m close” he admitted. But you didn’t stop moving your hips.

“Can you make me pregnant?” you cage his head with your arms, your face is close to him so you can nip his lower lip and kiss him every second.

“I can’t” he answers your question. There was a slight disappointment of course. But this is not the right time to think about having kids.

“What are you waiting for? Let go and cum inside me”

Kun did what you said and had the time of his life, enjoying his first orgasm from having sex. It doesn’t matter if you didn’t cum tonight, Kun’s cock felt great and that alone satisfies you. He didn’t let you go for some time, you stayed on top of him as he continues to kiss and talk to you while he still enjoys your warmth.

Soon, you lay beside him and covered you with your clean thick sheets. You talked some more, about things that are intimate and are for the two of you only. You never felt so happy being in the arms of a… vampire. You felt alive again but you don’t say it out loud, you just wanted to bask at this moment with Kun and feel the happiness flood your heart.

“How are you feeling?” you asked. Maybe he needed more blood?

“I’m feeling just fine. Thank you. And I’m not talking about the sex and your blood. Thank you for letting me in your life” he was holding your hand while drawing small circles using his cold thumb.

That night, you two slept really late and talked more about life and the things you wanted. You learned that the two of you are very different from each other but you’re ready to love him deeply and he’s ready to take great risk for you too. And you think the beauty of loving someone so different from you is a different kind of great love.

Kun’s cold figure still hugs you tightly when you wake up the next day. The morning light hits his skin perfectly that he shines effortlessly. “fuck” you muttered and quickly tried getting out from his cold embrace to close the curtains. But he tugs you even closer to his body making you panic even more, “are you hurt?”

“No” he kissed you good morning and sweetly requests, “can we stay a little bit longer like this? I still don’t want to face the day”

You raked his hair away from his face and gave him his morning kisses, “we can stay like this forever” you said.

“Does that mean you’re accepting immortality?-“

“That’s not what I meant”

“Oh”

Even so, being human and vampire in a relationship did not stop you two from loving each other without bounds. Every day has been nothing but happiness with Kun even though you both have your own disappointments with yourselves. You’re disappointed with writing, he’s disappointed with his family’s business. Every bit of the relationship was not easy but you two chose to be happy together every day and face each day together.

He starts calling your house his home because you are his home and you don’t mind him calling you that. It makes you happy. Every day, when the sky turns to your favorite shade of orange, Kun will ring your doorbell and you will welcome him home with kisses and warm hugs.

Soon, you two became confident about telling each other everything about your family. And for the first time, talking about them didn’t make you sad, but rather happy because you can share that part of your life with Kun who listens to every word you say attentively. He told you that his mom was the one who told him to give you books to read, give you flowers and treat you with respect. His stories about his family make you want to meet them someday. It will not be easy but, “We will get here eventually”

Speaking of eventually, he finally learned how to fuck after a few nights of making love with Kun. He finally became confident in bed, making you moan his name over and over again. Memorizing every inch of the places you loved being touched the most. Oh, he’s a fast learner and a great one if you’re being honest to the point that night after night you grip the sheets so hard because he was fucking you good.

Perfect. Everything is perfect.

“Good morning” you greet him with loving kisses as always before you make your coffee. He’s still shirtless and just wearing his pajamas while he makes breakfast. You hugged him from behind and enjoy his cold skin on a beautiful warm morning. “Can we stay like this forever?” you asked, hugging him tightly.

“Is that a yes for immortality?” he’s serious when it comes to ‘immortality’ but it never annoyed you because it’s his love language. You understand him.

“I want to be with my family, Kun” you bit his shoulder playfully and placed soft kisses after. He loves it when you do that.

“And I don’t want to watch you die,” he asked for a kiss on lips, which you gave happily.

“Why are we having this conversation?” you roll your eyes.

“You’re right. I love you, I’m sorry”

See. Push and pull. And it’s a decision that one day you’re going to face and not even ‘i love yous’, ‘i’m sorry’, hugs or kisses will solve that problem for you. Someday he will not joke about it. And you’re scared because the question is, family or Kun?

During the day, you kept thinking about the conversation you had with Kun before breakfast. It made you think hard and ran through every loophole. You imagined life without Kun, you imagined him watch you die in a hospital bed, and you imagine not being with your family ever again. Every decision broke your heart.

When Kun finally came home, you try shrugging the thought of making a decision one day and admire your boyfriend as he is about to prepare you dinner.

Having a very handsome vampire in your kitchen cooking you good food is definitely one for the books. It’s like watching a live cooking show and you’re the only audience who can taste what he’s cooking. The way he walks around and smiles at you from time to time is making you feel things you shouldn’t be feeling. Heck, even watching him sprinkle salt and pepper, chop the peppers, and squeeze some lemon is making your heart jump.

Such a waste.

All these talents for singing, great skills at the kitchen, handsome face… And yet he chose to live in darkness. You have nothing against the vampire, he didn’t choose to be born as a bloodsucker, but he did choose to serve his family. His number one mistake, honestly speaking.

“If you’re not a vampire, what would you want to be?” you asked him bluntly, sipping on your wine while you watch him cook. “I hope you know that you’re talented and that if you embrace being a human you can be many things. For starters, you can be a cook at a famous restaurant or a pilot”

“Are we seriously having this conversation?” he chuckles, turns off the stove and faced you, leaning on the kitchen counter, looking handsome as ever, “Do me a favor and imagine yourself being 200 years old still looking young and beautiful. Or being happily married for hundreds of years. With me” he left a kiss on your forehead and goes back to plating the food.

The words ‘happily married’ doesn’t sound so bad.

“So you’re telling me that if we stayed like this, vampire and human, and I’m finally old and wrinkly, you won’t love me anymore?” you tease him, not letting him know that the idea of being married affects you.

“Why can’t we have a normal dinner without being on each other’s throats? Come on let’s eat. Grab the wine please,” he offered his cold hand to help you come down from the stool and go together to the dining area.

Before eating he did notice you were spacing out, he puts down his spoon and fork and reached for your hand. “Look at me,” he says, “Vampire or not I’m going to marry you and we’ll live happily together”

“You promise?”

“I promise. Now, come on eat. Tell me if it’s delicious, I just learned this from the cooking show I’ve been watching”

The constant push and pull continued. Your relationship has always been a never-ending convincing each other to be something you’re not. But ever since you let Kun in your life happiness is present in your life again and you’re worried that maybe someday that happiness will be taken away from you again. Kun is literally the reason why you smile first thing in the morning and sleep peacefully at night.

After having dinner and you two are ready for bed, you can’t stop thinking about the conversation you had this morning. The decision you’ve been thinking about has been running in your mind the whole day but there's another thought that’s been bugging you all along and you’ve been wanting to ask Kun.

“Can you really not die?”

He must be tired. He closed his eyes and kept you close. You wait for his answer but it seems like he doesn’t want to keep the conversation. Then he looks at you, “I can. I just have to be careful. I can die like how humans die except for dying at old age” he explains and you don’t want to pry further. “I'm scared of dying, you know. There’s so much I want to do in my life even before I met you. But since then I became even more scared to death. This world holds everything important to me, my family, and you. I can’t die” he answered your question honestly of course.

The next day, Kun woke up before you because he’s been planning to do something lately but can’t execute his plans correctly. He was about to do it last night but you asked him a heavy question so he didn’t have a choice but to set aside his intentions first.

He carefully opened the bedside drawer and reached for the tiny object inside. Since he doesn’t know anything about romance, he doesn’t know how to propose beautifully to you. So he went for something he’s confident with. Honesty. He grabs your hand and slips the ring on your finger, carefully but his movements still woke you up.

Any girl would freak out seeing her boyfriend propose to her the moment she opens her eyes in the morning. The diamond is quite big and it made you gasp. Not that you cared about the rock but the fact that Kun just proposed to you the moment you wake up is just enough reason to panic.

But he made a ’Shh’ sign that made you follow him and kept yourself quiet. You feel your heart thumping and beating so fast at this moment that you want to burst out of happiness already but Kun is calm in front of you. Just calm.

“Listen” all you hear are birds chirping and comfortable silence, “peaceful right?” you nod your head, “Let’s never break that peace in our relationship. I don't know how to make things easier for us but let's start with, no more push and pull. Last night I promised you that vampire or not, I’m gonna marry you and this is me keeping that promise. I would rather watch you die at old age, wrinkly and weak than lose you” He kissed your hand, and the panic that you’ve been savoring is long forgotten. Instead of screaming your lungs out because of too much happiness, you kissed each other and engraved that beautiful moment in your hearts.

And because you and Kun have been living together for quite some time now, you’ve become the talk of the town. Everyone thought that Kun is keeping you hostage and is only using you to get the house and to get the whole town. Even though he has been really successful in buying lives lately and earning the people’s loyalty in this town, the ones who strongly refused Kun’s offer is now making a plot behind his back.

A plot where they plan to kill him and save you. They’re just waiting for the perfect timing to strike the vampire.

“He’s just using you to get the house. Of course, he had to marry you so he can have legal rights to your house. Trust me, that vampire will leave you” Sophie hated Kun so much that when you told her that you’re engaged she didn’t take it lightly. The old woman shoos you out of her store and told you to be smarter. It’s sad how she can’t see that you’re really happy with Kun.

When you got home from grocery shopping, you wait for Kun to arrive before you leave him for one night to meet your manager back to the city. It pains you to be away from Kun. It’s like there's this magnet that’s keeping you near him and stopping you from leaving the house but finally, you finished a good book. All thanks to Kun. Your manager wanted to meet you so you can work on the details and finally, go back to the world and show everyone how you’ve been.

“The city is great. You sure you don’t want to come? There's a lot of vampires in the city-“

“And my fiance is a famous writer. Who’s about to have her come back to the industry that she loves. I don’t want to give you a problem before you can even go back out there. People will not take it lightly if they see you with me” he kissed you and hope that you will not argue with him further.

“But we just got engaged. I don’t want to be away from you” you pout like a little girl.

“Well then come home soon” he smiles sweetly to you and finally made you stop your whining.

Leaving home never felt so wrong. But you realized, he’s right. You just have to come home soon.

When you were back in the city and in the familiar office of your manager, you can’t help but feel out of place. Is this really what you want? Because if your manager agrees to publish this new work of yours, that means you have to leave home again. You have to leave Kun and live in the city. Something you think you can’t handle. It's like making the same mistakes again.

“I love it! You’re back- amazing work. I have to meet this vampire that you’re talking about. The one who inspired you to write this beautiful masterpiece. Ugh! Welcome back!” he exclaims excitedly. But his approval did not make you excited or anything. You’re happy of course, but you’ve been thinking about coming home and telling Kun the good news.

“Are we done here?”

“Uh- yes, bu-“

“Great. Call me if you need anything. I have to go home now. Thank you” you shake his hand and bid him goodbye. You were quick to get out of there and head home already. The plan was to stay the night in your old apartment, but you can’t. You really can’t. It’s almost 3 in the morning and Kun must be sleeping already because he hasn’t answered your calls. You drove excitedly while playing with the ring on your finger, thinking about how to spend the following days with Kun as an engaged couple.

When you finally arrived in town, people in their sleep wears welcomes you in the street. But their faces looked worried and concerned. What’s happening, you murmured. Since a lot of people are blocking the street you decided to get out of the car and check what’s happening.

“Y/n… the house….” someone shouted.

“My house?” you ran as fast as you can to see what they’re talking about. Hoping that everything is fine and that Kun is safe and not inside the house.

Then you see it.

It was your favorite shade of orange. Eating your house, ruining your home. You watched the house burn and you never thought that watching it will make you hate something you used to love ever since you were just a kid. You wanted the bright colors to fade. Your hands are shaking as you call for help. Screaming at the top of your lungs as people try to stop you from running towards your house.

“Kun!” you screamed and asked for him but no one is answering you.

Sophie tried to make you listen to her while you push everyone away. “I’m sorry. We had to do this. The town was slowly dying and turning into a vampire town. Y/n! He will leave you in the end or worst, he will change you” she was apologizing but you didn’t want to listen to her anymore. You slapped the old woman and tried to kick her with all your might but the people are quick to stop you.

The fire spread so fast that Kun didn’t have time to save himself. He tried calling for help but the lines were already cut. It’s obvious the fire was planned. He was trying so hard to escape death, coughing and covering his mouth, crying while he bangs through the door that seems to be locked from the outside. I don’t want to die. He repeats over and over again, thinking about his family, his brothers, and of course you.

But he couldn’t go out. He banged through the door until his last breath and strength but it did nothing. Soon the fire ate him and all he can do is scream through the pain, cry, and accept death.

The next thing you know, you’re at the hospital. You see your manager sleeping on the couch. Tears started falling but you don’t know why. On top of that, your heart feels heavy. It’s a familiar feeling, you thought. Like when the news that your family died reached you.

Then you see your ring. And suddenly you understand why you started crying out of nowhere and why that familiar feeling of losing someone is back.

Kun is dead.

And once again you’re back to rock bottom but this time you don’t have a home or a place to help you heal.

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Lisbon lights (John wick x reader part one)

AN: here's the first chapter of the small serie! Hope you enjoy it guys!

Edit: i forgot the translation x) *to the Continental hotel please, as quick as possible.

Word count : 4 767

Warnings: cursing, sexual talk?

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Walking through the crowded streets of the city, you sighed, feeling the fresh breeze of the ocean hit your skin. The summer heat was sometimes unbearable even in a city so close to the ocean. Your tight black dress that reached half of your thighs was the only way to feel a bit more relieved. The thin straps and the low cleavage showed more skin than it should, attracting some curious looks your way. It didn't matter to you. You had recently finished a contract and was taking some time out here in the beautiful city of Lisbon. The night had already fallen, and the crowd had started to come out into the streets. Music beamed everywhere, as people sang and danced.

The soft and neon lights everywhere made the city look beautiful, almost like a dream. Walking in heels was nearly impossible though, you mentally noted that whoever had the idea to make soft stone pavements in the entire city must have hated to walk around. You quickly fixed that by wearing some sandals.

You walked through the streets of Bairro Alto, reaching a small place where a show was occuring. You decided to stop, watching the drag queen walk around showing to the public it's lit torches. 'I will survive' was beaming loudly from a big speaker, and you watched as fire danced around. You smiled, clapping with the crowd. The man walked around with a small basket to anyone who wished to offer something. You reached your small hand purse and grabbed a golden coin. You received a knowing look as you gave it, as you simply smiled back.

You kept watching, expecting another show when something felt off. You could feel someone stare at you. You weren't a trained assassin for nothing after all. You looked around discreetly trying to figure out who might be watching you. You started to feel annoyed when you failed to find out the person. Deciding to test out this new situation you walked further down the city, barely a few 400 meters away, to an ongoing concert. Soft classical music played as many people had gathered around the stage. You watched the orchestra play one of Beethoven's symphony, as silence stood among the crowd. You enjoyed this, the complete change of atmosphere through the city at night. You could find some peaceful, classy places and more joyful and energetic ones.

But as much as you enjoyed the soft tune, your skin still burnt from someone's gaze. You heart rate started to raise as you were now sure someone was following you. You decided not to look around, preferring to take another approach. You started walking down again, going closer and closer to the ocean side of the city. Streets were a bit more lonely, empty, and darker. You still felt at ease though, you knew those streets by heart and could walk this city your eyes closed. Throughout your Journey to the small dock, you still felt like you were being observed. Not observed like the many men did when they saw you walk by in your tight little black dress, no. Observed like you were being hunted by a predator.

A small shiver ran down your spine at the thought. You were actually enjoying this for the moment. Whoever was hunting you hadn't tried to make a move to kill or hurt you so for now you simply enjoyed the little chase. Slowly walking down, trying not to trip over the slippery pavements you took a quick glance back. Your breath hitched as you quickly looked back towards your destination. Your (e/c) had met dark ones that you knew all too well. Not that you knew the man to be exact but it was hard not to know him. After all his name was feared by the entire underground network. Baba yaga.

You could definitely feel yourself getting anxious now. You were being hunted by the most feared assassin there was. Your mind spun at all the reasons why. You hadn't done anything to anger the man, at least not that you knew of. If he wanted you dead, you probably would have been as well, as you had walked through complete empty streets where you were alone with him. You were feeling curious now but decided to walk to the docks first before even trying to make contact with the man.

Finally reaching the ocean you shivered at the sudden cold breeze. You mentally scolded yourself for not bringing a jacket with you, the city getting cold at this hour of the night. You wrapped your arms around yourself trying to feel a bit of warmth. You suddenly felt a presence right behind you, making you hold your breath but not turn around.

"Mr Wick. What can I do for you?" You asked in soft voice.

You heard the man walk to your side, planting his eyes directly into yours. You felt yourself instantly melt under his dark gaze. The man was intimidating, handsome. His perfect looks, three pieces suit, hair gelled back, beard perfectly tamed made you feel hotter than you wished.

"Miss (y/l/n). I need to talk to you." He said in a serious tone that promised many things.

You chuckled, sending him a teasing look.

"But you are talking to me…" you said in a seductive and playful tone, walking around him.

You took in his body, imaginating what might be under the suit he wore. You stood in front of him again eyeing him up and down, your eyes resting on his strong hands for a second wondering how they would feel around your neck. You looked up at him a dark lustful look on your face.

John stood there as if nothing happened. You weren't surprised the baba yaga wasn't so easily tricked.

"I mean business." His voice sounded strict.

You moaned and frowned softly.

"I'm on a vacation mister Wick. I do want to mean business." You said in an annoyed voice.

You turned to look back at the ocean, humming the strong smell of the salty water.

"You know the city by heart you've been here more than any other… co-worker. I need you to help me find someone."

You sighed clearly getting annoyed at the man's insistence.

"There's plenty of other people that know the city. I'm not playing the tour guides for you, mister wick." You said looking at him darkly.

"John"

You stared at the man. Not fully understanding.

"I beg your pardon?" You asked softly.

"Don't beg, call me John." He repeated.

"No." He looked taken aback and you mentally high-fived yourself for that. You figured it out he was trying to play the same game as you, trying to seduce you to have what he wants. "I'm not interested in calling John. I don't plan on spending enough time with you to do so." You resumed, starting to walk along the docks.

The moonlight reflected in the water, illuminating the waves, who sparkled and danced. You heard John start to walk behind you.

"So you're still planning to spend time with me just not enough right?"

You groaned and rolled your eyes.

"I'll give you half of the reward."

"I don't want it."

"I'll have dinner with you."

You narrowed your eyes and threw him a dark look before answering in a dark voice.

"I.don't.want.it."

You kept walking trying to make him lose interest in you. You heard him sigh and out of nowhere felt two powerful arms around your waist. You spun around in his firm embrace, ready to turn around and slap him when he grabbed your wrist.

"Easy." His dark voice whispered.

You were suddenly too close. You forgot all about the fresh breeze as your body was slammed against his. Your skin burnt under his hand and you felt your heart rate quicken. He was inches from your face, his cologne leaving your mind in a haze. You were a master at seducing targets, being the mermaid that would drown them. Yet in this situation you felt yourself wicken in the arms of the man, unable to pull yourself together. Something about him was toxic, inviting.

"Please." He whispered again.

You mentally slapped yourself as you closed your eyes. You quickly pushed him away. Sighing as if he was an annoying child.

"Who are you looking for?" You said in an angry voice, hating yourself for giving up so easily.

"Your old boss, Miguel."

You looked at the ocean. You remembered him clearly. He had been your first boss, putting all faith in you. You were young yet he trusted you. He was that annoying rich old man that thought he owned the world. He had a daughter who wasn't any better than him. The Apple doesn't fall far from the tree. You had stopped working for him as soon as you had discovered his real business. He kidnapped young women who traveled to the city and sold them to other countries such as Brezil. You shivered at the thought feeling the need to throw up. You were glad someone was finally taking him out. You were even happy to help John.

"He usually spends his time at the Palácio Chiado. It's his favorite Hotel in town. A fancy little place of Bairro Alto." You said looking at John. You chuckled at John's confused look.

"You have really no idea where that is right?" You said slightly laughing.

He looked at you sending you a dark look, that didn't make you stop laughing but still sent a sweet shiver down your spine. Or maybe was it the fresh air?

"I arrived in town two hours ago. I only had time to check in at the continental." John said, his raspy voice sounding a bit too sweet to you.

You sighed. You wanted to help him. After all Miguel deserved to be killed and you were glad a man like John Wick was on the contract. It was just a matter of an hour perhaps. You could then forget about Mr Wick here and go on with your little time off. Just showing the hotel and then leaving to the continental until he'd done with the Job. You looked at him studying him. He saw you analyzing the situation and took a step forward. You took a step back, frowing and sending him a dark look. He simply smirked at you.

"You look adorable with that frown."

You starred at him in shock. What did he just say? You felt your blood boil for a second before remembering, that's it. You had to look adorable that was part of your way to trick your targets. Always be like a ghost, leave not a soul alive to tell the features of the pretty face who killed them. Only some rare people knew you correctly. Miguel and his daughter Luana, the director of the Lisbon Continental who's also your best friend Amalia, Winston the director of the New York Continental and probably the high table. Though you had started to suspect that only the Elder knew about you as well. You weren't called for every contract. Simply for those where the death had to stay a mystery. You aced in poison, dagger kills and seducing your prey. Everything that contrasted with Mr Wick's way of working. You threw back your focus on the man in front of you.

"You should be careful then mister Wick. I'm not only made of sugar, spices and everything nice." You said in playful tone as you started to walk to the Tram's stop. You heard John follow in your footsteps as sat down at the stop waiting. You weren't going back up the hill walking. No. Your were on vacation. John sat by your side, your shoulders touching. The fucking… you closed your eyes. You knew he was doing it on purpose, just to pull you off track.

"What are we waiting for?" You heard his vocie ring next to you, low and making your skin crawl.

What was it with the man? Why was he having such a strong influence on you? Maybe was it the myth around him that made you want to have a little one night stand. Maybe was it just too long since you had sex. It was probably that. You were going to find some entertainment right after this.

"For the train." You simply answered, keeping your eyes closed.

You shivered slightly as you felt the cold breeze again. It was a big contrast compared to the day time heat. Your breath hitched as you felt his lips close to your ear.

"You're cold." He whispered in a deep voice.

You opened your eyes slowly and turned your head to him just as slowly, throwing him a dark look. He seemed unshaken by it as your words dripped of anger.

"Don't."

John looked at you before slightly leaning away. You didn't even thought your murderous gaze would make him actually back off, but apparently even the Baba Yaga knew when to back off. You sighed looking at him.

"I'm helping you because I hate Miguel and he deserves to die. I don't care about you or your stupid contract Mister Wick."

"John." He corrected. You ignored his intervention.

"I am showing you the hotel and then leaving you there. I'm not helping you, I'm not your fucking tour guide. Mister Wick."

You finished as you looked away. The silence felt heavy between you two for a few minutes before your heard him speak again.

"Thank you for helping. I apologise for bothering during your time off. I know how those can be rare."

You sighed, feeling your anger already leaving you.

"Whatever. I suppose one hour won't kill me."

Well you never thought you could be this wrong in your life. Actually one hour with John was pretty much what you needed to almost get yourself killed. The train had arrived and you both walked in the crowded wagon. The fast start had made you trip and you felt John's powerful arm around your waist again. You had blushed furiously as you hid your face in his chest. You had nowhere to hold onto but him so you let him hold you so you wouldn't fall. He was holding onto the iron bar near the roof, and you were too small to reach it. The heat was getting unbearable but you actually couldn't tell if it was from the crowded place or because your body was slammed against John's, one of his arms firmly around your waist.

Your face rested next to his neck and you clearly felt your mind get cloudy. Another sharp turn made you cling to John's jacket a bit tighter, falling even more onto him and you swore you felt John groan. You looked up at him, ready to apologise thinking you had hurt him but you froze as you met dark eyes staring at you.

"Stop that." He said in a very dark and low voice that made you want to moan.

"Stop what?" You let out in a breath.

"Your little game of seduction. Can you be serious for a moment?"

You felt slightly annoyed at the man. Game of seduction? He was the one whispering in your ear a few minutes ago. You frowned again.

"I'm not playing anything at all John. That's a little hypocrite of you to say don't you think?"

John smirked and you gave him a puzzled look. What was so funny?

"So it's John?" He said, making you realize your mistake.

You moaned, closing your eyes feeling suddenly stupid, you opened them again to stare into darker ones that were slightly narrowed. You swallowed hard, being in the man's grip and having him look at you so darkly was too much right now.

"Don't." His voice was rough, almost mean.

You felt slightly pained at his sudden mood change, again, mentally slapping yourself and screaming that you didn't give a shit if he liked you or not.

"Don't what?" You answered just as roughly.

"Moan. Don't moan." He said in a growl.

You felt yourself blush again as you looked away, a small smirk on your lips anyway as clearly you could still have some sort of effect on him. You finally reached the stop at Bairro Alto in front of the big place of Camoes where a beautiful and enormous statue laid there. You walked out of the train with John following you as you breathed in the fresh air. You were sweaty because of the heat, and it felt nice to feel the breeze on your skin. Your skin softly glistened under the neon and colorful lights of the surrounding bars. You could feel John's eyes roam your body but you tried to ignore the sinful look as you walked down the street back to where the orchestra was playing earlier. John was walking next to you and the silence between you two was making you feel tensed. You arrived in front of another small place, this time where green grass had grown and a small fountain rested in the middle. On the left side a huge building stood with the words Palácio Chiado written in the front. You stood quite far enough to show John the building while not being seen by anyone you might know.

"Here's the Hotel. Miguel is in the best suite. It's in the last floor, the left door." You said while inspecting the waiters from afar.

"How can you be so sure?" John whispered next to you.

"Because like you said I've worked for him. He's not a man to change habits. Plus he adores this stupid hotel he practically made that suite his apartment." You answered monotonously. "The hotel is not in touch with the underground network. The waiters, the cooks the whole place is civilian. There's an entrance in the back that you can reach though the maintenance door in the left corner of the hall. If you're discreet enough you can make your way up there through the staff's staircase."

You turned to walk away as you finished giving him a few tips but felt his large hand grab your wrist and pulling you so you'd turn to him again. You rolled your eyes, this man never gives up now does he? He looked at you, still holding your wrist.

"Thanks for the help." His voice was soft making you melt slightly.

You sighed and looked at him in the eyes, getting lost in the darkness for one last time. When you felt your skin burn again you simply nodded and freed your hand.

"Be careful...Mr Wick." You finished in a soft smirk.

He smirked back at you and walked to the hotel. You entered a small bar that faced the hotel. You knew you should go back to the continental and forget about all of this. You were sure Miguel or his daughter would try to kill for betraying them like this but hey. They deserved everything that was falling on them right now. You sat down on a table that gave you visual access to the entrance of the hotel. You were just going to check that John had managed to finish his contract and then you'd leave. You were sure it would go smoothly.

Miguel's daughter was really the one to be afraid of. She was sadistic, taking part in her father's business and managing to be even more cruel then her hideous father. Besides the horrible things she did, she was a very good fighter and you were sure she was a psychopath. She enjoyed torturing in the cruelest ways and see her victims suffer in agony. You remembered that one time she had ordered you to stay and watch her torture a poor girl and you had threatened to kill her 5 mins through. Her father had not punished you since you were one of his most priced possession at the time. You never had to watch again but you grew a large amount of hate towards the egocentric and cruel daughter Luana.

You had quickly quit after that, finally understanding the family business that was occuring behind your back. You had been told that Luana was not in the country right now, she had traveled to Mexico on a business trip. Miguel was most likely alone, without barely any protection, especially not his daughter.

The waiter came to you, taking your order. You asked for a cup of Beirão licor. It was quickly brought to you as you sipped the sweet but rough alcohol. Your eyes stayed glued to the hotel for the next 5 mins before you almost choked on your drink. A Bentley parked in front of the Hotel and you watched as Luana got out of the car.

"Shit!" You half whispered half yelled out loud.

That was not good. John still hadn't come out and Luana was not part of the plan. If she saw John who just killed her beloved father she certainly would torture him to death. John was a man of focus, commitment, sheer will. You knew he could fight, kill but he also many times was caught. Sure, he managed to escape every time, but Luana didn't need to kill him. She needed to catch him that that would be all. You cursed again as you stood up, leaving money and your still full cup on the table.

You saw her enter the hotel as the car drove away. You stopped in front of the bar you walked in, pondering on your options. You could run to her, catch her and pretend you needed to talk to her, buying John a bit more time but you were sure that wouldn't work. You and her had nothing to say to each other and Luana clearly knew that you would never come to her to talk about anything at all. Even is she'd accept the conversation she probably would invite you to her father's suite to talk privately. You cursed again, your mind racing.

You had to walk in, get John and walk out before she reached the suite and without her seeing you. You ran to the hotel entrance and walked in, the waiters not paying attention to you. Luana was at the bar and you thanked the gods for her slight alcoholism. You reached the maintenance door you had told John about and climbed the stairs as quick as you could you while reaching to your right thigh, under your dress, where a thin lace wrapped around it. You checked the small knife you had strapped there.

Rule number 1: never leave the house without a knife. You ran up the stairs to the last floor and opened slightly the door. You looked into the hallway to see men already lying on the ground dead. You pushed the door open and ran to the door on the left. You opened it and walked in checking that no one was nearby, especially not Luana. You quickly walked into the small living room.

"John?!" You could feel your lungs burn, but your mind was perfectly clear. You were used to those adrenaline shots though never in a situation where you could be discovered so easily. Usually your targets didn't know you, you had the surprise card on you, but not this time. You heard footsteps coming from the bedroom into the living as you spun to see John. He was holding a gun and looked confused at you.

"(Y/n)?"

You ran to him not really caring about the possible threat he was. After all you barely knew him and you had walked in on the Baba yaga hunting.

"We need to leave, NOW!" you said grabbing his hand and pulling him to the entrance door.

"What's going on?" He asked, following either way.

"Miguel's daughter has arrived. I didn't expect her to be here." You said opening the door just enough to take a look in the hallway.

"Alright, and?" His voice sounded amused and you sighed in exasperation.

You threw the door open when you were sure no one was around and grabbed John's hand again pulling him to the maintenance door.

"Luana is not her father, she's cunning, cruel, sadistic. She has more security than the fucking queen of England." You walked into the maintenance staircase John still following you. You ran down the stairs your hand still holding John's.

"She has been the one taking care of the family business recently she's the one you should be careful about. She's unreachable for us right now. We don't have the proper attire. No guns, not bulletproof vest. And the worst isn't that she'll kill us no that's the best option."

John was still frowning but listening closely to you.

"I saw her torture a 14 years girl because she felt bored. She's a psychopath and trust me." You said as you stopped in between two floors looking at John worriedly.

"She'll torture us until we beg to die because we killed her father."

John looked at you before slightly squeezing your hand.

"I killed her father." He corrected you.

His words reached your brain and you realized you had thrown yourself into the lion's den without any actual reason. Or maybe there was one. But you decided to ignore it entirely prefering to think of something else instead of thinking that it was to try to save John.

"I helped you. She'll torture me too." You quickly said, looking away.

John's hand reached your chin making you look at him. You planted your eyes into John's ones.

"Thanks for coming for me." He said in a sweet voice.

You closed your eyes groaning.

"Oh shut up and hurry!"

You pulled on his hand as you darted running down the stairs again. This was no moment for this cute shit. You finally reached the bottom floor and you opened the door slightly staring into the crowded hall and restaurant. Everyone seemed busy and that was very good. You noticed Luana wasn't there, so you had little time before she saw her dead father. You opened the door and pulled John with you. You walked normally to the entrance door trying not to attract any suspicions on you two. John wrapped his arm around your waist pretending to be your partner. You could almost feel the relief as you reached the doors. But one last look behind you and you knew your vacation was over. Your eyes fell into deep blue ones, as you looked at Fernando, Luana's personal body guard and sometimes lover. He nodded at you. You realized he probably hasn't seen the dead body yet. You softly smiled and walked out of the hotel.

"Fuck." You simply said a fake smile plastered on your lips.

John had also noticed the interaction. Yes. Soon enough Luana would link you and John to the death of her father and your peaceful moment was going to end.

"Does he know you?" John asked in your ear.

"Unfortunately yes… we're fucked." You said slightly whining as you waved to a taxi. He pulled over and you walked in pushing John inside with you as you were still holding his hand.

"Para o hotel Continental por favor, o mais rápido possível."*

You said in Portuguese to the driver. He nodded and started the car.

"Do you think they will link you to this?" John asked lowly.

"I'm sure they will. You've just ruined my vacation John." You said in an annoyed tone.

"So it's John?" He asked again.

You turned to him angrily. You didn't actually know if it was against him for joking in such moments or if it was against yourself for putting yourself in this stupid situation for a man like John who probably didn't care about you.

"Yes it is! We're probably going to spend months into an abandoned building being tortured so yes! It's John! " You said feeling your nerves really being wrecked.

John wrapped his arms around you, bringing you to his chest.

"I'm not letting anyone touch you ok?"

You breath hitched as you closed your eyes your head resting on his chest.

"You've helped me I'm going to help you now."

The last words brought you back to reality as you slowly pulled away. He was trying to retrieve a favor. Nothing more. You felt anger run through you as you coldly spoke, surprising and confusing John again.

"I don't need your help. That's the difference between you and me."

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