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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓… ☽

geto vers | baji vers

synopsis: when your husband and best friend are targeted by a hitman, the aftermath leaves you in shock. but suguru has always instilled one line into you: forever has no meaning unless you're in it.

warnings: gn!reader, vampire!suguru, vampire!choso, vampire!satoru, hitman!toji, character death ( + resurrection), depictions of blood and violence, almost blind devotion, a bit angsty but also fluffy.. but also not really? idk what to tag this as LOL, canon divergent (gojo n geto are attacked much later in life), you have no clue they’re sorcerers 👍, swearing, sfw, if choso is ooc im so sorry idk barely anything about/cldnt get a read on his character from one episode djknj

ft + wc: vampire!suguru x reader, 3.2k

tags: @enchantedforest-network, @em1e (u guys should totally read em's necromancy fic btw)

a/n: hi! idk wtf this is, this is just how i deal with chara death i think? this idea came to me when i realized i was writing two fics about dealing with grief (baji fans are u here ?) and wrote nearly 2k for both in one sitting haha. anyways, i feel like atp i'm edda from ffxiv coded except suguru is 1000x better than avere. if you'd like to listen to her theme, it's here. thank u to wallaby for proofreading!

there is something about the morning light, filtered through the white blinds that you’ve forgotten so many times to replace, that feels just like a hug. it’s this light that kisses your eyelids and pulls you out of bed faster than your mother on a school morning.

you’ll yawn, then stretch, pulling your arms up and over your head arching your back as you do. then you’ll get up, set up a pot of coffee before heading off to brush your teeth and wash your face. and you’ll pretend that you don’t see the eyes, red and shimmering, from the shadows in your closet.

“go to bed suguru,” you sigh, before lightly pressing onto your puncture marks, hissing when they’re still tender. “it’s morning.”

“i could fix that… if you’d let me.” he responds, the hinges of your door creaking ever so slightly before you gasp and rush to close them before the light bleeds in.

“don’t!” you snap, hand trembling, “don’t… you dare.”

you crouch down, before slotting your pinky into the smallest slit you can with the door still providing adequate coverage. before long, his cold finger entangles with yours and you smile.

“by the way babe, when are we moving?” he jokes and when your eyes finally adjust to the dark, you can see him stretch his limbs, hands entangling with your hanging clothing. “it’s pretty cramped in here not gonna lie.”

“well… i put in that application a few weeks ago and they did get back to me… so soon. we just need to go through the final steps.” you reply, fighting the urge to crawl into that small space with him and sleep the day off.

when it comes to suguru, you’d do anything and everything, from the hairs on your head to the tips of your toes, you pledged yourself to him fully.

“gonna go to work?” he asks and you nod, albeit with a pout. he snickers when he sees your expression, “aw, don’t cry. i’ll be right here.”

you bite your lip, trying your best not to draw blood because you know. you know that suguru will always be right there, whenever you need him.

you made sure of it.

his name was choso. you remember the night you met him after a round of drinks at the bar. he was nice, if not a bit quiet, and loved to talk about his siblings. suguru and satoru talked aimlessly with shoko while you made new friends. it was a fun little past time.

you don’t remember how you left the bar or how he even convinced you to follow him out. your mind muggy as you followed him, like a moth to a flame, down a back alley before you finally snapped to your senses and shoved him off before he could make a move. it wasn’t until you saw the razor sharp pearly whites of his teeth that you stopped.

you asked him what he was, but he simply shrugged, asking, “have you ever dreamt about being saved from someone or something?”

you nodded, of course you did. everyone has.

“then that’s me. something you can dream about.”

it was a cryptic message, but a message you got nonetheless. choso was not of the day, flourishing under the midnight sky. but for some reason, he wasn’t necessarily scary. in the small amount of time you had spent, he seemed to listen to you and your woes. gotten to know a little bit of your family history, and perhaps decided you would do better with his.

you remember hearing suguru’s panic laced voice calling out for you and you spun around to call back out. turning back, choso was gone. with a hand placed on your shoulder you were pulled into a tight embrace.

“where were you?” suguru asks, nearly crushing you in the heat of his body, “almost lost my mind trying to find you.” he glances behind you, eyes scanning the alleyway in search of something or someone.

“honestly… i don’t even know how i got out here,” you mumbled into his shoulder, hands trailing the familiar sensation of his clothing. “can we go home?”

“yeah, i’ll just let gojo-“

“no!” you exclaimed, the uneasiness in your stomach now palpable, as you balled your fists into the fabric of his shirt, “let’s go now, please.”

he blinks, before nodding, “okay, yeah, okay. let’s go home.” he presses a kiss to your forehead, almost like a seal of protection, before he’s throwing his arm around you and walking you home.

you don’t ever recall meeting toji fushiguro. it was just another night out underneath flickering street lights, outside the same bar where you met choso, the street familiar yet empty. your husband smoked into the evening air, the scent wafting over and tickling your nose.

“no offense, satoru, but i didn’t listen to a single thing you just said.” he stated, lips curled up into a smirk with the cigarette dangling between his fingers.

“good,” satoru snorts, before glancing at you, “i wasn’t asking for their opinion anyway.”

you feign ignorance, perking up and asking, “hm? what were we talking about?”

“man the two of you are so fucking annoying.” he whines, head hung back as you both laugh.

“care for a third opinion?” a voice asks and you gasp, jumping back.

the man was tall, handsome, with dark hair and a scar on his lip, wearing a simple outfit of a tee and sweatpants. he seemed otherworldly as well, just like choso. maybe, it was the aura he exuded, more like the lack of, but it set your hairs up on end.

suguru was quick to pull you behind him as your fingers instantly grabbed onto his shirt.

“don’t really care for a stranger’s opinion,” satoru drawls, glancing over the tips of his sunglasses. but you can read his body easily, a culmination of friendship over the years. it was screaming: danger.

“c’mon, don’t be like that. why don’t we introduce ourselves then? i’m toji.” he said, sticking his hand out for a handshake. but neither satoru nor suguru moved to grab it, instead they tensed, waiting.

“suguru.” satoru whispered, a command with only one word. he understood exactly what it meant. you don’t remember suguru being able to run so fast, the force from his pull almost knocking the air out of you. nor do you remember satoru being able to fight so efficiently.

you do remember suguru hiding you away and making you wait, even when you tried to hold onto him, he assured you it’d be fine and made you wait. but seconds ticked into minutes, long, monotonous minutes that made the pit of uneasiness in your stomach bloom into a festering bouquet of chrysanthemums.

“suguru?” you called, stepping out into the dreary moonlight. no response.

“satoru?” you tried again, quietly walking back towards the area they were in originally. it’s strange how quickly the night changes, how suddenly the flickering street lights aren’t an annoyance but one of your only sources of comfort, as if the dark can swallow you.

“suguru,” you call out again, voice teetering on a breakdown and eyes scanning the desolate street. “please res-“

you stop suddenly, the sickening squelch of something warm pooling beneath your feet halts you. you feel sick as you start to take in shallow breaths, eyes following the stream of ichor until it reaches its source.

suguru.

you remember dragging his lifeless body down that familiar back alley. knowing that anyone would be able to see that trail of blood and find you. the darkness of that alley covered you, looming over you like a guardian, while the scent of trash almost, almost, covered the sharp tinge of iron that permeated the air.

you propped suguru up against the wall as best you could, your body still thrumming with adrenaline. “just gimme a sec, okay?” you mumbled through tears, knowing that he couldn’t hear you. “i’ll figure it out, just like you always do.”

you’re not sure why you were compelled to scream out that name, but maybe it was because in your dreams, he appeared when you least expected him too.

“choso!” you screamed, waiting for a brief moment before you filled your lungs with air once more and tried again. “choso!”

nothing.

choso!

still nothing.

and when nothingness almost consumed you, taking you into it’s ghostly clutches, you felt it: the sudden heaviness in the air.

you feel like you screamed for hours, the name tumbling off your tongue and into the moonlit air like a siren song. just a little less pretty. in reality, it was probably only a few minutes before the brunette arrived, dark rimmed eyes and all. your new guardian “angel”.

“he looks pretty bad if you ask me.” he started, already crouching down to your level, before reaching up to brush the red coated strands away from suguru’s face. “looks pretty dead.”

“fix it.” you whispered, continuing even after choso shot you a look. “fucking fix him.”

“what makes you think i can do that?”

and in that moment, you feel compelled to tell him about the dreams that you’ve been having lately. the ones where he’s in them, beckoning you to stay under his protection. call for me and i’ll be there.

but you keep it simple, too pressed for time. “you’re in my dreams, right?” you answer.

he’s quiet, face softening as he mulls over your words. “good to know.” his eyes wander over to the crimson trail, that bleeds from the streetlamps to your waiting spot. “he’ll probably find you.”

“toji?” you ask and he nods, “i don’t even know why he’s after us.”

“he’s not after you, he’s after him.” he says, cupping suguru’s face, dribbles of blood falling from his mouth, and you twitch, almost reaching out to snatch his hand away, “he’s never liked sorcerers.”

“sorcery…?” you mumble, glancing once more at your lifeless husband.

but you’ve never heard that word, believing that magic cannot exist, that what you saw could not be explained so easily. there is no magic, only reality, and what is this but such painful, excruciating reality that sucks the air from your lungs and the color from your eyes.

choso dodges the question, “well then. let’s get out of here.” before he places a palm on the back of your neck, sending you back off to dream.

there’s a voice that pulls him out of the light. low and drumming, it snaps him back into the present and out of his stupor. he sits up, scrambling to make sense of just where he is and who is talking to him. the bed he’s in is similar to a hospital bed, although the white sheets are now stained red.

��… stay out of the sunlight, feed only when you’re hungry, animal blood counts, it just doesn’t taste that good,” choso continues listing things off, not taking into the account the shock etched so firmly into suguru’s face. “you can feed on them and if they ever wanna turn, let me know, i’ll teach you how to do it.”

suguru whips his head around, spotting you sitting in a chair with blood covered and bruised knees, the sweat and tears now dried on your face. you glance up at him, giving a little wave and a tired smile. he notes the dried blood that seems to be caked even under your fingers.

“what the fuck did you do to them?”

“you mean, what did i do to you?” the brunette retorts. “you wanted to stay together, right? now you can.” he answers, crossing his arms and leaning back against his desk. but suguru’s not sure if he’s asking him or you, the one who smells so much sharper and sweeter than he remembers. you also smell of blood. so much blood that he can hear it coursing through you with each thump of your heartbeat.

and like a moth to a flame, you stand on wobbly knees, the pads of your feet hitting the floor in sluggish steps as you pad over and throw yourself onto your lover.

“don’t be mad at me,” you whisper, your eyelids fluttering as you try to fight back your tears. “i thought i could figure things out like you always do… because i always rely on you, right? i was too scared to be alone.”

he’s so cold now and you’re so unbearably warm, the perfect juxtaposition of your souls. although he doesn’t need to, he takes a deep breath, before pulling you into his embrace.

“you’re cold, sugu.” you mumble, yet you press harder, deeper into his embrace.

“is that a turn off?” he jokes because he can’t be mad at you, not now and not ever. and any fragments of anger always dissipate like a puff of smoke. you giggle, before finally giving in and crying, digging your nails into his stiff skin. you cry until you can’t anymore, going limp and falling asleep in his arms.

suguru’s gaze shifts upwards, as he holds you protectively, one arm wrapped firmly around your lower back, the other on the back of your head, fingers laced in your hair.

“so, no introductions?” he asks, trying to be friendly, although the intonation in his voice betrays him. it’s first time meeting such a strange man, who can blame him?

certainly not choso, who responds in turn, “my bad. you can call me choso. i fixed you up on their behalf.”

“and satoru?” he asks, scanning the room to see if he can find the familiar white tufts of hair.

“is fine,” choso replies, before jutting a finger out towards you, “they made sure to cover all the bases.”

suguru shifts you in his hold, pressing a kiss to your forehead, that familiar seal of protection once again placed within your being. but also, as thanks for trying to keep everyone safe.

“then, where is he?” he asks while the other sighs and points over to another bed in the corner. dark eyes follow and the familiar tufts of silver hair peek immediately confirm it’s satoru.

“he’s gonna wake up soon too. i’ll fill him in on the details.” before suguru can reply he’s cut off, “you should go soon, before the sun rises.”

“am i actually a vampire?”

“vampire, dracula, nosferatu, the undead. you can choose whatever you want.”

“… i see.” he pauses, glancing back at satoru’s sleeping form before deciding he’ll be fine on his own. “we’ll be going then. …thanks.”

he places his feet on the floor, still wearing his shoes from earlier and starts to walk off, cradling you in his arms.

“when you feed, geto, don’t overdo it. or they will die.”

he stops mid-step, gripping you tighter in his embrace, his brow furrowed, before finally walking off.

you really should’ve taken a photo for satoru of the realtor’s perplexed expression when only you showed up to a three bedroom home, insistent on your need for space.

when you do get that house, situated so nicely in the countryside, away from the buzz of the city, you think about what life would be like if you changed. if you no longer saw the sunlight. but you shake your head, pressing your fingers up to your neck once more, rubbing over the now scabbing indentations.

you know suguru can’t feast on you forever as your body ages and his does not. but the thought of him feeding on someone else makes your stomach turn.

“woow,” satoru hums, breaking you out of your trance as he takes in the new home, “not bad! not bad at all.”

you smile, “thanks, satoru. i wanted to make sure you had your own space too.”

“whats the third room for?” he asks, peeking his head in as he saunters around the new home.

“office space.” you reply, “remember i work from home?”

he nods, replying, “ooh, makes sense,” before he’s suddenly in front of you. his once crystalline blue eyes, now a deep crimson. “can i get a quick snack? i’m hungry.”

“always so insatiable, satoru.” you tsk, rolling your eyes, but hold up your wrist anyway.

“not my fault you just so happen to be the best tasting human around.” he says, smiling against the thin skin of your wrist.

luckily for you, he’s fast, the pain is almost nonexistent beyond the prick of his fangs but you still shut your eyes, waiting for it to be over. and when it’s over, gojo thanks you for the meal with a large bow before leaving to settle in his room.

it’s so different from suguru who plans out the days that he’ll feed, keeping you in his clutches for what seems like hours as he sips away at your blood, making sure to maximize the experience.

the blood loss always makes you so dizzy, dizzy and pliant. he likes to watch over you afterwards, splayed against the sheets, fingertips running over your veins as if he’s painting over them in hues of ice.

in your half-conscious state you never notice the furrow of his brow as he contemplates turning you every single time. you won’t last forever, too fragile, too soft, too alive. and suguru believes that forever only exists if you are in it as well. he asks you one night, while the house is almost too still, if you’d stay with him forever.

“… of course…” you murmur, head dazed and body heavy, “always, sugu.”

“even if you lose yourself?”

“i can’t… lose myself if i’m with you.” you smile contently, reaching out to him with one shaky hand.

“then how would you feel…” he asks, fingertips snaking up the veins of your neck, “if i turned you?” you shiver under his touch, eyelids fluttering not only at the sensation but also the low timbre of his voice.

“turn me?” you mumble, pressing your hand against his, encouraging him to continue carressing your skin, “like… choso did with you?”

he grins, albeit a small one and nods. hand now exploring the curves of your face, “just like that.” and while his hand is ice cold, it sears your skin with his touch, a testament to how deeply you’ve fallen.

you pout, finally relaying your fears, “won’t you feed on others though?”

“you want me to starve?” he jokes, still running his touch over you.

“let’s go vegan.” you hum, your consciousness starting to drift until the thrum of his fingers.

with your eyes closed you don’t catch the expression on his face, but you catch his laugh, drifting down into your ear. “i don’t know if that’s how it works, honey.”

“animals...” you mumble, breaths becoming deeper with each passing second. “like humans… but diet… is how choso… explained it right?”

he smiles, letting you fall deep into sleep. he keeps his hand intertwined with yours, knowing that even in dreams you hold onto him as if you were awake. he thinks you look so beautiful in the moonlight, better even than the moon or the stars themselves.

and he is so sure, that forever cannot exist, if you’re not in it.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto x reader #geto x you #suguru geto x reader #suguru x reader #pibby writing

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mscutino · 25 days ago

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╰─ ✧*̥ 𝐌𝐂 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 爱

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╰─ ✧*̥ CH. 2 • Peru | Leon S. Kennedy

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CONDOR ONE

October 20, 2011

Berlin, Germany

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"Can't catch a break," Leon whispered to himself. He stared down at the message from Jill, letting him know she was in town and needed to talk. "Never can catch a break."

Leon pulled himself off the adorned street lamp, casting a long shadow across the brick ground. The plaza was empty. The lights were the only sign that people were once there. It felt warm, like a dream. His flight out would be in a few hours - early morning - but he had to come here at least once. Just to bathe in the normalcy a city plaza gave.

The restaurants and cafes had closed hours ago, but Leon walked slowly past them. His eyes filtering through the dark windows. His phone lightly buzzed, but he ignored it. Jill wouldn't be in town if it didn't mean a new assignment. An assignment the BSAA didn't want to deal with. Home was just a flight away, but he knew turning down a mission wasn't an option.

Leon plucked his phone back out of his pocket, swiping to see what else Jill had sent.

"I'll tell you the details tomorrow morning. Sorry, Leon. See you then."

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The sun was up in just a few hours, much to Leon's dismay. Moving swiftly through the thin crowd of people, he was back at the plaza, where Jill said she'd be.

"You're early," a voice cut through, accompanied by a hand on his shoulder. Leon didn't have to turn to recognize Jill's voice. "Come with me."

Leon was led to a pavement cafe, where chairs and tables were laid out across the plaza's center. The early morning sun beat down on them both.

"Here," Jill spoke first, placing a small folder in front of Leon labeled with the BSAA logo.

Leon huffed, "Good morning to you too. What's this?"

"Chris has been on my ass about this case. He wants me to hand this mission over to someone else. The BSAA is stretched thin, and they think we can't spare the resources for Chavez. Doesn't want to bother with it. Bigger fish to fry, I guess."

Bigger fish to fry?

Rolling his eyes, Leon fidgeted with the folder, opening it only slightly to see the contents inside.

"It's a case on Emilio Chavez, that one guy they keep complaining about on the news."

"Yeah," Leon sighed, "I'm familiar."

The D.S.O. has been trying to get rid of this guy for years at this point. Chavez was a corrupt politician and previous Umbrella patron. Nowadays, there's talk he funds bioweapon research for his own personal use.

"I thought we dealt with this guy years ago?"

"We never properly dealt with him; we just buried the problem under bigger ones." Jill squinted, shielding her face from the sun.

"And what do you want me to do about it?" Leon asked, frustration clear on his face and laced in his words.

"Assassinate him. Then you can go home."

Leon paused just to look pointedly back up at Jill. He dropped the file back on the table, "I'm not a hitman."

"I know," Jill grimaced at Leon's tone. She knew Leon well enough to know he would never agree to a flat out assassination. She waved towards the folder, "You'll find the information on your partner in there."

Looking back into the folder, Leon pulled out a paper plastered with your name and face. Everything he'd need to know, and only that.

"Not much on here. You sure this is even a real person?"

"Give me some credit; it was hard enough just to track her name down," Jill jokingly pleaded. "I've only talked to her once or twice. She's a catch."

"Sounds like you're setting me up on a date," Leon joked absentmindedly, scanning your file.

Jill ignored his statement, continuing, "She'll be doing the dirty work for you. She's the D.S.O.'s best sniper."

This fact piqued Leon's interest. No wonder he hadn't heard of you. You seemed to have a knack for going under the radar. A fact that rubbed Leon the wrong way.

He continued to skim through the short paragraphs, only stopping when he read the name of your F.O.S. agent.

"Hunnigan?" Leon sounded surprised. He hadn't talked to Hunnigan in months, and if he was being honest, his new partner wasn't half the agent that Hunnigan was. He missed the thoroughness only Hunnigan was capable of. "Small world."

"Y/N is already in Lima. You'll meet her there. I'm sure your F.O.S. agent will let you know."

Leon scoffed at her statement, leaning back in his chair. "I'll be surprised if she even knows how to turn her computer on."

"Then do yourself the favor and look through those files beforehand." Jill glanced sparingly at her watch before standing up from her seat.

Just before leaving Jill tapped the table, briefly catching Leon's attention one last time. "You should get some sleep. You look like you need it."

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Leon didn't get any sleep. He had been awake for over 24 hours by the time he arrived in Lima. The weather was warmer, and Leon welcomed it with open arms. It was comfortable enough to lull him to sleep.

He found himself in the middle of the town square, much like you just a few moments ago, staring up into the lights that adorned the city streets. They really could replace the stars.

"Condor One. She's arrived," spoke his F.O.S. agent, Harper. "Wouldn't want to give the wrong impression being late."

Leon sped up his pace without a word, opting to ignore whatever Harper was trying to relay to him. She really was just a half-ass excuse of an F.O.S. agent. She was a plethora of things, but 'good at her job' wasn't one of them. They'd only been paired up for a few months, yet she's managed to almost get him killed more times than Leon cared to count. Anything she could be saying now just fell on deaf ears.

He rounded a corner before being met with the cozy environment that was Cafe Central. Leon peered through the window briefly before landing on you. At least, who he hoped was you.

"She's here already, you said?" Leon asked his earpiece. Harper confirmed his question, yet it didn't ease his suspicions.

Your gaze was hardened and sharp. You seemed to be mumbling a few words under your breath. Maybe talking to Hunnigan, or maybe talking to yourself. Compared to the picture Jill provided, Leon, you were older. Your hair was longer. Your features were sharper. Your eyes were trained. A perfectly tailored product of war.

"Close enough," Leon sighed before walking through the doors of the cafe.

#leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #leon kennedy #cross posted on wattpad #cross posted on ao3 #enemies to lovers

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 6 months ago

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My Only Drug

(Kill Somebody Like You Part Two Chapter Four)

🔪Previous Parts Here🔪

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, baby fic, cursing, d/s dynamics, top Kells, bottom Dom, subspace, pain, silly boys, control, playful insults, anilingus, blood, biting/marking, dark jokes, bathing, aftercare, handjobs, grinding, ear nibbles, desperation, begging, slight edging, orgasm control, breastfeeding, lactation kink, more sex (seriously they're needy idiots), too soon after birth sex, cuddling, family moments, bets, enemies to lovers ❤️‍🔥 Rating: explicit AF

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Col had forgotten a few things when he promised they had all night. The first was that they were both new parents and hadn't slept well in weeks. The second was that his lover had never bottomed before and certainly hadn't been dropped so deeply before. When Dom didn't seem to want to move or speak on his own after a few minutes Colson eased his cock free and noticed there was more blood than he thought. He'd torn his mate and wasn't sure if it was inside or out. The killer just whimpered at the loss before turning in his arms and cuddling closer, for a moment the omega saw so much of their son in the other man it was shocking. He was so beautiful when he felt peace. The older man just hated how rare it was that he felt it.

“You good?” He promoted and Dom just sighed. He rolled his eyes playfully and poked the boy's nose. “Are you good?” He tried again, he knew it was important to get his bitch cognizant again before they did anything else. He'd never thought deeply about what his lover's brain might do differently with his sociopathy and subspace.

Dom grumbled at the poke, barely opening his eyes and crossing them to follow his dominant’s touch. It made the other man laugh but he wasn't quite sure what the hell was funny. He rarely liked his nose on a good day but Col could do whatever he liked, in the Alpha's mind he felt owned completely and open to anything as long as it was Kells. He could feel a slight burn between his cheeks but mostly he just felt damn good. His mind was blank and fuzzy and for the first time really ever he felt safe.

“If you look at me and move on your own, I'll rim you.” The boss promised, trying another tactic to lure his mate more focused.

Dom tried, he really really did, but it was as if every night of sleeplessness was catching up to him all at once. It wasn't exactly that he was sleepy but he felt raw and small and content. Protected. “You want it, you get it.” He thought he mumbled but he wasn't sure how clearly it came out. His lover just chuckled and shook his head which Dom could only tell because the light behind his eyelids changed. Oh. Oops. He'd closed his eyes again hadn't he?

“You don't get shit until you can ask for it like a big boy.” Col teased, petting the other’s hair back from his face. He wouldn't say that the kid looked like a damn angel, he wasn't that fucking cheesey. Absolutely not. “Come on. We're gonna take a bath. You're a mess.”

“Says squishy.”

Kells blinked a few times but as he moved back to stand his knees did squish in the towel under them. He couldn't say anything against the joke but he was still surprised by it. Sure they called each other every name in the book- sarcasm and insults were his love language, but that one felt a bit juvenile and cute. He supposed it was the best Dom could do under the circumstances. “Come on bitch.” He huffed, standing up and pulling his lover up on his feet. The Alpha's legs were still jello though so he had to keep him supported as they made their way into the bathroom. He tried to ease the boy onto the counter but Dom jumped the moment his ass was resting on it. “Alright, sorry baby. Lean against it for me?” He hummed and thankfully the killer obeyed.

Dominic tried to watch what his mate was doing but he couldn't seem to follow. He just wanted to close his eyes and slip into the floor but when he tried the other man rushed back to catch him and keep him up. Why wouldn't Col just let him drift?

The omega watched his partner closely as he started a bath in his oversized tub. It was a special order whirlpool he'd gotten installed when he moved in. For all his posturing he loved a good soak and regular sized ones had never fit him. It took up a lot of space but it would fit them both and had a few times, normally he was the one being held though and he knew this time would be the other way around. As he adjusted the water and stopped the drain he tried to keep glancing at the boy. By this point a small drip of pinkish red was halfway down his thighs and so much of him wanted to lick it up. Fuck. He'd told Dom he wouldn't get treated without asking for it but he still found himself walking closer and dropping to his knees again. He still reached for those plush globes and spread his mate open.

“Mmph?” Dom mumbled, shimmying his ass a bit. He tried to look over his shoulder but when he felt warm breath ghost over his hole he relaxed. He smirked, he couldn't help it. He was still getting rimmed without asking for it but he wouldn't tease the other man. He knew how stubborn his dominant was and that the fucker would stop in a millisecond. It wasn't his ass where he felt Col’s tongue first, instead the omega licked from the back of his knee all the way up and over his hole. The feeling of being so claimed made his toes curl against the heated tile.

Kells chuckled at the way his psycho immediately started trembling. He looked up in time to see the boy turn into a puddle on the counter, laying flat against it and pushing his ass back harder into the omega's hold. “Needy bitch.” He growled before moving back in, his tongue a sharp point to dip into the Alpha's sloppy hole. He was still so open and dripping a mess. He could taste the tang of blood and the sweetness of his own cum. It always bugged him that his jizz tasted like his slick but it mixed so well with his lover's flavor he didn't mind. Hell, just tasting himself from Dom's insides was intense. Arousing. Overwhelming. He felt spit dribble down his chin as he circled the other's abused ring of muscle, all the while the Alpha was clenching around his tongue and swaying back. He couldn't call it fucking, Dom was too soft about it. He was like a leaf in the wind, wiggling anywhere that would get him more pleasure.

It felt almost maddening to the killer, his mind so gone already he could barely understand why he couldn't feel himself getting off from this. It felt amazing but it wasn't building the pressure in his belly he needed. His cock was hard and straining against the counter and leaking already but he wasn't closer to release. Tears welled in his eyes as he pushed back, trying to get his lover deeper inside him. The sting was being soothed and everything was tingling, but still he needed- “More?”

“Oh, so you can talk?” Colson laughed against his mate's skin and he turned his head enough to bite down on his still red cheek. The boy jumped again and this time his feet didn't move right so he started to fall into Col’s lap again. The omega pushed him against the counter and held his hips, he had tasted enough to know his lover would heal and he knew his spit would help. As much as he enjoyed what he was doing the bath needed attention so he eased the killer further on the marble before he stood up and stepped away. What he didn't expect was the grumble he heard or the stomped foot. He ignored the mini tantrum, shit he'd thrown a few himself, but he had to bite his cheek not to smile as he took care to turn off the water. “Is this what having a toddler is like?”

Dominic blinked a few times and licked his lips, his brow furrowing at the implication. “I don't fink tha's ‘ow ya deal wiv one. No matter wha’ our child’ood was like.”

Colson choked on a surprised laugh, he was used to using dark humor to deal with his own past but hearing Dom do it was new. He was glad his partner was getting completely comfortable with him. Fucking finally. “Should have bitten that ass harder.” He threatened but the other just wiggled his hips.

“Should.”

“Slut. Settle down.” Col sighed as he made his way back to his lover and helped him up and he eased him into the bath, taking special care when Dom’s slapped red cheeks hit the steamy water. He hadn't added anything extra for that reason and after the boy adjusted he got in behind him. He pulled the Alpha against his chest, trying not to make a noise when Dom pressed against his dick. Of course he was hard after eating his bitch out but he didn't have to do anything about it. Not yet at least.

“Mmm, for me?” Dom purred, looking up at him and fluttering his lashes. Colson had never seen this side of him but he knew it wasn't put on. The killer didn't realize he was being the sexiest fucking tease ever, which made it a million times hotter. He wanted to slip back inside and teach his mate how to warm his cock but he didn't want to push his sub too hard. Not yet. He was already so out of it Col couldn't help but be concerned.

“Always, but you don't get it right now. I'm edging.” He wasn't, but it was a good excuse when Dom pouted at him, seemingly fully prepared to continue his sex tantrum. He'd laugh at the absurdity of his normally terrifying stoic serial killing mate being so childish when dropped but it hurt his heart too much. It was obvious this was a side of the boy he had never been able to show and instead of beating it down even more he wanted to let it flourish.

“Well I'm not. Wha' ya gonna do about it?” The Alpha huffed, his crimson eyes heavy lidded and intent on Col's face. He wondered errantly if he'd see jade for the rest of the night but it didn't matter, his partner was saying what he wanted without fear for the first time and he'd give him almost anything he wanted.

“Seriously bitch? I just nearly knocked your ass out with my dick and you're still horny? Fuck you thinking you deserve now?” He might give it to him but he wouldn't lose his edge of control. He had a strong feeling it was the headspace Dom was in that made him feel safe and he wasn't ready to completely let him out of it. If the Alpha felt safe he would stay more open. It wasn't hard for Kells to stay dominant.

“To get fucked again. Made ya squirt like a bloody fountain so don't act like you wasn't over the moon too.”

Col chewed his cheek and pursed his lips to keep from grinning down at his lover. He could not give away how much he was enjoying this. “Excuse the fuck out of me? Was that back talk? And you think you deserve my dick again?”

“Course. Me fhick arse is special ain't it?” He gave his best Bambi eyes and the red only slightly ruined it.

Kells had to make a point so he slipped his hand under the water and with three fingers he prodded at Dom's hole. The boy jumped so hard water splashed out of the bath and he whimpered low. “Exactly. Your ass is special but I don't think you can handle another round so soon. My cock is bigger than that.”

“Mines bigger. You take me multiple times a night.” The Alpha quite literally whined and Col had to give in to something but he hadn't decided what yet.

“I haven't let you fuck my ass yet. My cunt is different and I'd have killed you for trying round two early on. It takes time baby. You'll get there.” He soothed, trying to get the other settled against his chest again.

“But I'm ‘orny.” The killer grumbled.

“I can see that.” Colson joked but he had to swallow hard at the sight of his lover’s dick just under the surface of the water. His tip was resting just at the surface, his foreskin pulled back naturally, and his head was shiny pink. “There's other ways to get off.” He purred against the boy's ear and felt him shudder. His hand moved through the water until he could wrap his palm around Dom’s shaft. The Alpha sighed and pressed back against him. “Wrap your arms around my neck. Hold on to the tub. I've got you.”

Dominic did as directed and moved his hands until he could grab the edge of the bath behind his mate's head. His hips thrust up without permission and Col eased his grip. The omega was still in control and he knew it with every fiber of his being. Hell, he didn't want his power back yet. Maybe ever. Everything felt too good. Shiny. Perfect. He watched rapt as Kells stroked him, his foreskin making the glide easy. He wanted to fuck up but he tried to keep himself relaxed. He couldn't help shaking though.

“Good boy. Just take it. Take what Daddy gives you like the good little bitch you are.” Col growled against Dom's ear before nipping the lobe. The noise that escaped his mate had his gold eyes going wide and his core tingling. How had he gone so long without finding that sensitive spot and turn-on for the killer? He used it to his advantage as he kept his pace steady, his tongue flicking out to curl around the shell of the Alpha's ear. A kink was forming in his neck so he pulled Dom higher in his lap, opening up more of the other to attack with his mouth.

Dom moaned and melted against his mate, tilting his head to give the bastard more access. He'd never realized how sensitive he was there but every nibble or lick went straight to his throbbing cock. He was aching and leaking precum down his shaft that Colson gathered up before squeezing his tip for more and when the omega tweaked his nipple with his free hand he almost jolted out of his skin. He felt every bit the bitch his partner called him, if he was able he knew he'd be wet as fuck. Every touch was like electricity through his body. That pressure he'd been missing before was building fast now and the only thing that would make it better was if he could get his mate off too. For once he wasn't shamed chasing his own pleasure, he wasn't upset that Kells was focusing on him. He took every touch and let it set his nerves aflame, his orgasm building with every pass of Col's thumb over his slit.

“Gonna cum for me?” The omega asked, his fangs gently set against the boy's ear.

Dom nodded and whined louder, water sloshing around them as they moved. “Yeah- fuck yes, please? Yeah-” His voice was so breathy he sounded like every porn they'd watched together. They never needed it but sometimes it was just fun to know they were better. Colson liked to watch and boast how much bigger they both were than the onscreen men until he's turned himself on too much and they fucked it out, moaning louder than the girl on screen getting railed.

“Gonna beg me for it?” Col kept his edge but he was aching by this point, grinding his own cock against the Alpha's ass. He knew he was probably making his mate's pain worse but the other didn't complain, too lost to his own needs.

“Please? Lemme cum? Need it- sososoclose-” Dom slurred, trying to search out Col’s lips with his own. They could barely kiss, they were both panting too hard but their tongues met wet and messy.

Colson bit playfully at his lover's lips before he moved back to his ear and squeezed his knot hard. He whispered the word the killer had been desperately waiting for but it felt like permission for himself as well. “Cum.” He wrapped both his palms around Dom's dick, one to keep him feeling like they were locked together and the other to keep stroking closer to his crown. He rutted his own between the boy's cheeks until he hit that peak and felt Dom fall over it with him. He covered the Alpha's tip with his fingers to watch him shoot pearly white over his skin. He wanted to make a mess as he came hot against Dom's lower back, they were already in the water so why not?

Dominic rocked his hips as his pleasure washed over him, his ass grinding back against his lover hard. He hadn't even realized what Col was doing until he felt him twitch against his lower spine. He could barely focus as they rode out their rapture but he trusted his mate to take care of him. At one point he thought he tried to catch the omega's cock with his hole but Kells groaned and kept himself from slipping in.

Eventually they slowed and settled and Dom cuddled himself against Colson everywhere he could. He just wanted to curl up and rest but the fucker started bathing him. Talking to him. Trying to keep him awake in the nice warm water. He had a thought he might feel bad later for being so much trouble but for the time being he couldn't see past his own wants and desires. He was a mess in his lover's hold but the man took care of him every step of the way.

Colson washed his Alpha's wild hair and gently wiped his body down. He did what he could for himself but he'd learned well how to clean up his own body while keeping another body above water. He had to do it all the time with Punk. At the thought of their son he started to miss him, it was already the longest time they'd been apart, but he didn't think he'd be able to care for both his bitch and their boy so instead he focused on his partner.

After they were clean he helped his mate out of the bath and for once toweled the killer off instead of being dried by the boy. It felt good to return the care Dom had given him so many times and he was starting to see why his mate loved it so much. He couldn't say he wasn't still selfish, he was sure they'd be back to normal by the next day because it worked for them, but he vowed to himself to let his lover explore this side of himself more. He obviously needed it deep down.

Dom sighed happily when he was finally led to bed. He knew logically they needed to dry off first but it still had him grumpy that he had to stand up so long. When he was finally surrounded by their blankets and pillows he smiled and held up his arm for his omega. Colson made sure to clean up first, picking up their messy towel and dropping it in the wash basket. By the time he eased in bed the other man was pouting again but grinned when he felt Kells move close. It was then that the dominant dropped something the killer never expected, something he'd hoped for but never been allowed. With a soft loving voice he asked- “You wanna try feeding? Just this once. I thought I pumped everything but I guess I make this shit too fast. It'll ache by morning if you don't and I don't want to wake everyone up by getting Punk back.”

Kells was surprised at himself and not being completely honest. He would be fine if he didn't get sucked before sun up but it was something he knew Dom had been desperate to try though he'd been so good about not asking. He caught him looking though, he knew he hoped. Finally his spacey boy opened his crimson eyes and met his gaze, both their cheeks flushed warm. “You sure?” The Alpha asked back softly and Col nodded.

“Yeah. You can try it. If you want. Please?” His voice was barely more than a breath as Dom started to move. He was slow in case Kells needed to stop him but that was the last thought in his mind. Their eyes stayed on each other until the killer was to close and he looked down at his target. His lover's swollen nipple. His tongue flicked over his lips before he gently wrapped his mouth around the bud. He'd sucked and bitten Col bloody there before but he'd been kept away since his milk came in.

The first pull went all the way down to Colson's feet and his toes curled like Dom's had earlier. He felt wet between his thighs but he tried not to bring attention to it. This was about resting and bonding, not sex. He wrapped his arm around his mate and pet through Dom’s hair. Something felt so fucking erotic about knowing his milk was in his Alpha's belly though and after a moment he realized it wasn't just that way for him. Dom was hard as a rock between them as their bodies pressed closer together and Col lost himself to the sounds of his lover suckling. His feeding sounded desperate, as if he was starving and this was his first sustenance in weeks. The Alpha let out little moans with every pull and gasps with every breath. Kells tried to control himself but the other man couldn't.

Dom's hand wandered down his partner's body until it disappeared between Col’s legs. He'd gushed a river for the Alpha earlier but he was drenched already and so hot at his core. He teased his fingertips between his omega's folds before sinking two deep inside him. He noticed with every suck his mate's inner walls spasmed and they both knew his touch wouldn't be enough. He pulled his hand free and slid Colson's thigh over his. It didn't take much work to get his dick inside him, their bodies knew each other almost better than their minds. Once they were settled he fed his digits between his mate's lips and Kells licked his own slick clean and sucked his bitch like he would his cock.

“You're supposed to- fuck- obey me.” Col slurred around his touch.

Dominic nodded and stopped drinking long enough to pant out- “I am. M’yours. Wha' ya want me to do?”

Kells looked down at those crimson eyes and milk wet red swollen lips. His cunt clenched tight around Dom's cock as he thought it over. He couldn't stop now. “Shit just don't stop.” He yanked the Alpha against his tit and rolled them over, pulling his legs up the moment his knees hit the mattress. He didn't pull away, if anything they curled around each other and Dom thrust up and he pressed down. Teeth teased his nipple as they rolled together and they held on tight to each other.

It didn't take long for that coil to pull tight in his belly but it felt almost stronger for all the ways Dom was driving him wild. He fought to stay in control but he knew he was losing the tether, it was getting washed away on a wave of pleasure. They weren't supposed to fuck like this yet and they both knew it but the Alpha tried to be gentle. He really did.

Dom was overwhelmed by the feeling of Col’s pussy, he was tighter and hotter than he'd been since his heat. Everything felt silky smooth and he didn't know if it was just that he'd been kept out so long but it felt new and filthy, especially coupled with his feeding. He sucked until the flow eased and he gasped for air as he switched sides, curling his lips around the other nipple and teasing it rough with his fangs. Kells let out a broken noise and bucked down harder to meet him thrust for thrust. He couldn't stop it and he hoped he wasn't making a mistake. He never wanted to hurt his mate more than he could handle. His own ass was aching every time it touched the bed but he wouldn't roll the omega on his back, Col needed to feel in control and he'd obey whatever he said. “Knot me?” Except maybe that… Shite. He didn't think he could hold back when commanded.

Kells was in heaven and lost in his need, he knew he might ache later but he didn't care. This was their first night alone and he'd savor every moment. He was so close he just needed that last damn thing. Dom moaned against his inked chest and held him tighter, his hips bouncing in time with his suckling. The omega didn't trust the man to obey so as he felt his lover start to pop he slammed himself down. His cunt was a dripping mess, wet enough that he slipped in and out easily, and the younger man couldn't do shit against his dominant. Not that he wanted to, they both needed to connect completely and as Colson hit that edge and fell over he dragged his lover with him.

The feeling of Col’s core spasming in pleasure around his cock broke the Alpha completely. His head fell back as his rapture hit and he grinded up hard as he held his mate down. Their bodies locked together at the first rush of white heat and they rocked through it as Kells drenched them both and their bed.

“Good boy. Fuck- so good.” The omega moaned when Dom rolled them to their sides but kept gently swaying. The boy choked on a mouthful and swallowed hard, pulling off with a soft hiccuping sound that had Col arching his brow. They were both panting as they came down but neither was completely done cumming. Their bodies had missed this, no matter how much they didn't think themselves traditional Alpha and omega. Their bond needed this and had been denied too long but he could already feel the ache in his core that he was sure Dom felt in his ass.

“Fairs fairs.” Dom hummed, giving Col a milk wet kiss. His nose wrinkled at the sweetness but it was still oddly arousing to taste himself on his lover. He supposed it didn't matter what it was. He was inside the killer in almost every way he could be and now his psycho was inside him.

“Doc is gonna kill us.” He teased back, resting his forehead to Dom's. The Alpha grinned and giggled, shrugging one shoulder.

“Long as you ain't ‘urt I don't care. You me only boss.”

“Damn straight.”

“I dunno luv, fink tha' was pretty damn gay.”

“You have boob juice on your face, how is that gay?”

Dom rolled his eyes and licked his lips. “Because I got tha’ milk from a man. Now don't ruin me snuggles alright?” Dom pouted out his puffy bottom lip and Kells was honestly surprised it could actually get bigger. He huffed softly and let his lover cuddle against him. He wouldn't ruin it because this was still technically aftercare. Right? Or did he lose the plot at some point? It didn't matter, they'd spent their first night alone better than he'd planned and they still had enough time to catch up on sleep.

He tried to relax, they'd slept plenty of times with Dom locked inside him but even as they started to go soft and he should be drifting he couldn't find the peace he needed.

Dominic was trying to fall asleep in his partner’s hold but the man was slightly tense even after everything they did. He felt off too but he wasn't sure why, they should be ecstatic to have a night of quiet and alone time. They both tried to relax, holding each other and tracing patterns on each other's skin but no matter how calm the night was they couldn't drift completely. “I'll go get ‘im.” Dom whispered and pressed a kiss to Col’s lips before as gently as possible trying to pull out.

“Thank you.” Kells muttered, he hated to admit it was driving him mad. He had to bite his lip not to whimper as he felt his mate's soft cock slip free. He was sure there was blood on Dom like there had been on him. He almost made a joke about it feeling like their first time again but he didn't want to worry the boy in his still fuzzy state of mind.

The Alpha went to the bathroom and rinsed his dick off in the sink before wetting a cloth to clean up his love. Kells was waiting for him with his legs spread, so used to being carefully cleaned already. Things started to feel more normal for Dom as he lovingly washed his omega's thighs and between his legs. He knew there was blood and he was tempted to suck the cloth clean but he kept enough control of himself to toss it in the basket and pull on a pair of shorts.

Colson waited patiently as he watched his lover slip out their door but Dom was back with their son faster than he had expected. “Blain ‘ad ‘im on the couch. Lil one was sleeping on ‘is bruv’s chest. Boy weren't even passed out yet. Said he won a bet wiv Tom.” The killer laughed softly as he nuzzled his baby boy's head. He almost didn't want to hand him over but he did, laying the tot on his mumma’s chest before he curled up against Col’s side. There, now everything felt right.

“How much?” He chuckled back.

“Twenty I fink. Said we wouldn't last five ‘ours and I guess Tom fhought we'd fuck longer.” Dom hummed, wiggling out of his shorts before he covered them both up with a sheet and laid his palm over his son's back.

“Well he's used to it. We definitely will. At some point. Ya know, after we heal up and get used to being away from Punk longer. I mean shit, we've got my heat coming up at some point.” He wanted to believe they hadn't lost their ability to go all night. It was just that a new baby changed their priorities for now.

“Course we bloody will. Gonna be locked up in ‘ere for days.” Dom agreed, his dick twitching at the thought. Could he even handle a real full heat or would they catch again so soon?

“Damn straight.” Kells sighed as he got comfortable and closed his eyes. This was how it was supposed to be and what had been missing before. This was perfect.

Dom decided not to tease him again, their next cycles would be anything but straight he was sure. His lover was already half asleep though and he wouldn't try, he was suddenly too exhausted again for anything but rest. His body had been completely worked out and every muscle relaxed. He just held most of his family closer as they all drifted off, they would face anything else when it came for them.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🩷

That was longer, yay! I actually really had fun with this one. I kept thinking I was close to a chapter break and they were like 'nah, we got another round' 🤭 Naughty boys. I'm starting to think a heat might be closer than they think but I suppose we'll see. Probably some plot soon but who knows with these boys. I hope you're enjoying it! 🖤❤️‍🔥

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mercyluvsyouuu · 8 months ago

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Little wip of something I wrote and never finished/edited because I'm lazy. Just me working our my feelings about death or whateva read it or don't It doesn't matter much

"Are you sure you really want to go through with this? You can say no at anytime, y'know." Asked the hitman.

"There's not much left for me here, in all honesty." Replied the girl, "have you never had someone pay you to kill them?"

"No, I haven't actually. It's always a politician or some shady big shot. Never anything like this."

"Huh. That sounds just riveting.." she laughed and laid back into the grass. "Why don't we make it something special, then?"

"What do you mean?"

"Let's make a day out of it. The day is still young, yet. How about we spend the last few hours of my life having fun? We can talk, visit my favorite places around town, and so on."

"..."

She laughed again, stretching out into the grass. "What, you scared you're gonna get attached?"

"... a little."

She sat up, smiling at him with such a juvenile expression. So young and already wants to be dead.. bleak. He thought.

"Well how about this? If you can convince me not to go through with it, then you won't have to live with that on your conscious! You'll make a friend out of what was supposed to be a corpse. Sound like fun?"

"You're putting a lot on my shoulders, kid.."

"As if you literally don't kill people for a living.."

"Touchè."

She stood up, reaching her hand out to the man.

"Well?"

"This is probably the weirdest job I've had to date.. well, I'm already here. Take me away, living dead girl."

She took his hand and they walked out of the field. What was going to be a graveyard now blooms flowers, instead.

"...why did you choose this place, of a places? They would've found your body quite fast, no?"

"That was never a problem to me. I would've been happy to spend my last moments here! The grass is soft and maybe I'd be able to give back before they found me and either burned me to ashes or buried me with dozens of other people."

"Give back?"

"Oh, C'mon, surely you know how The circle of life works. A creature is born from the decay of another. That's how it's always been. I would've been happy to give back to the only mother I've ever known."

"...huh. guess I never thought about it like that."

"Of course you haven't.."

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Haha! Don't take that the wrong way! It's just.. I'd imagine such a.. tender way of thinking would be bad for business. There's no time to think about the beauty of death if you're the one causing it, no? Or maybe that's the only thing there's time to think about.. depends on who you ask, I suppose."

"...ah. I suppose you're right. I never really did think about what I was doing. Everyone that I've worked with said it was bad for the brain. I believed them and you're starting to prove their point."

"How so?"

"Well, when I'm given a job, it's best to stop thinking about that person as a.. person. They are a target with a name, any other way of thinking will kill you before it kills them."

"Makes sense. So you lot aren't just mindless monsters, are ya?"

"..."

"..bad joke, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Sorry.."

"Eh, I suppose it's been worse."

"I can't tell if thats a good thing or not..."

"Well, it's good for you. Me? Not so much."

"W—why don't we just get out of here?"

"Probably for the best."

...........................................................

"Where are you even taking me?"

"Have you seriously never spent any time in this town? Just up the road there's a little pawn shop I frequent. The people there know me. They even let me help out down there sometimes!"

"Seems like a lot to lose.."

"Eh, I guess you could say that."

"You're not denying it?"

"Of course not! I know what it means to die, my friend."

"Then why do you want to so bad? You payed quite a pretty penny up front..."

"..."

"Don't wanna talk about it?"

"No, no, it's not that.. I just—how do i explain.."

"Take your time."

"I'm... bored, I guess?"

"You're.. bored of living?"

"Yeah, sorta."

"...what else is there to do?"

"Well, I can die, for one."

"I hardly imagine that's any fun!"

"Have you died before, Mr. Grim Reaper?"

"...no. I haven't. And don't call me that."

"Exactly! So who knows?"

"That's fair.. but what about your buds at the pawn shop? Are they boring to you?"

"Not really, no.."

"Then why leave them behind?"

"...Because there will be more after me."

"More what?"

"More friends for them to make. More jokes to be told, more moments to spend before it all ends."

"...so you're saying you're replaceable?"

"That's a.. flat way of putting it, but yeah, I guess that's exactly what I mean. But everyone is, in my opinion—when someone dies there will be someone else to take their place. There's billions of us, it's the circle of life."

"You're wrong."

"How so?"

"No one is replaceable. Just because there's so many of us doesn't mean we're all the same—you find something new in every person you meet, and sometimes those things just can't be replicated by anyone else."

"...hm. I guess you're right. Such simple things like that can be blurred and forgotten about if you're stuck in one way of thinking for too long. But at the same time, it's hard to accept my importance in all this. Am I really worth all that in a sea of millions of other people? Is anyone worth that?"

"The universe wouldn't exist if it wasn't for the trillions of atoms and molecules holding it together. The ocean would be a desert if not for the billions upon billions of drops that it's made of."

"That's... rather philosophical for a contract killer."

"I have a personal life, y'know!"

"Yeah, yeah.. who would've thought you thought about such things in your free time? Do you also happen to read philosophy books and drink tea on the weekends?"

"Sometimes, actually, yes."

"Incredible.. you're really proving the whole 'every person is unique and should be cherished' point you're trying to make."

#mercy talks #my writing #spilling my guts out on tumblr dot come #THIS ISNT EVEN GOOD IDK WHAT IM POSTING THIS ..?!?!?!#anywah have fun #ITS NOT DONE and idk if itll ever get done but i promise it has a happy ending

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touchbased · 4 months ago

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"well, he was a former cia agent, apparently, so...." has the audacity to sound annoyed by his criticism, even if it's coming from a (somewhat) well-meaning place. even if he's right. this entire interaction is far more bizarre than she imagined it would be, and she hasn't even killed him yet. (had imagined walking in and putting two through his heart, no hesitation, no remorse. what a fucking joke.) lets out a soft gasp when he pulls her closer, essentially forcing her hand. she has to make a decision, right here, right now. the bastard doesn't deserve to be avenged. has a horrifying realization that he's right, and she bites back the urge to cry as she finally lowers the gun slightly. shakes her head once, then twice, then rapidly, stepping back abruptly as she drops it. "i'm sorry, i-i can't, i don't know what i was thinking..." starts to panic now, sobs deep and heaving and way too fast. "oh god, you're not gonna kill me now, are you?" a fucking hitman, juliette?

“a youtube video? huh… i dunno, feels dangerous to try to teach someone how to use a gun on youtube of all places.” he showed concern for her wellbeing despite being the reason why she felt the need to learn how to shoot a gun. nah, she wasn’t the type of woman to be able to kill. he could see it in her face; it would haunt her. and the fact that he didn’t want to die just yet. “that depends, i guess.” since she hadn’t freaked out when he got closer before, he tried it again. his hands moved over hers, gently pulling her close to him and pressing the barrel of the gun up to his chest. he could feel his heart beating faster, staring into her eyes. “i would say that a good wife would avenger her husband, sure. only if he was a good husband. and… by the sounds of it… the bastard doesn’t deserve to be avenged.” the man grinned, glanced down at the gun and then back to her. “pull the trigger, sweetheart. i’m making it easy for you.”

#juliette thompson / interactions.#caeruleums #it unfortunately really #truly is

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lesp1een · 3 years ago

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BRET HART AND SHAWN MICHAELS REQUESTS YOU SAY... I'd just like a lil drabble about them being soft with each other. maybe its just a gentle day and they have a shared bath and then cuddle in bed under the covers. I love them and want them to be happy

This was supposed to be a lot shorter but I love them so much I got carried away sidkfdkdkd hope you'll like it!! ❤️

Sorry if there are any mistakes but english is not my first language and I'm still trying to get better at it,,

Bret invites Shawn over for a chill evening together, ft. Shawn having his first romantic dinner and Bret being disgustingly in love

"So you're being nice nice today, uh?" Shawn teased a bit, laughing softly.

"Don't make me regret this, Michaels." Bret was always a little bit harsh, but there was a softness to his tone, when he answered the other man.

It was the first time Shawn was being helped to undress for a reason other than having sex. It felt a little strange, to be honest. He wasn't used to all that relationship stuff, much less to spending a whole night at home doing nothing! But when Bret called him and asked him if he wanted to come over to his hotel room after work, he couldn't say no.

When he knocked at the door of the hotel room, the last thing he expected was to be greeted by a gentler than usual Bret Hart, who invited him inside with a hand behind his back.

"I'm really tired today, darling boy. So let's make it quick so i can rest a bit, okay?" Shawn was already starting to unbutton his own shirt, when the older man rest his hand on his, stopping him. "Not tonight, Michaels. I didn't invite you over for that." his voice was soft, and he was being honest. Bret was looking at him in a strange way, almost... Lovingly. He never got that look from him, and Shawn's heart couldn't help but flutted a bit.

"So why am I here?" God, he wished he didn't sound so abrupt all the time. He knew he fucked up his mannerism when he saw a blink of hurt cross the older man's eyes, but Bret was fast at hiding that, and he took Shawn's hand in his own, guiding him to the dining table, all nicely set up. The place was enlighted by the faint light of a candle, placed at the middle of the table. It was so stereotypically romantic Shawn smiled like an idiot, turning to face the other man with a questioning look.

"You... Invited me over for dinner?"

"Well..." It was the first time ever Bret was being nervous, timid, even, with him. "I heard you talk with the others today about dates and stuff, and you said you'd really like to have a romantic dinner with someone, so I ordered room service and tried to fancy it up a bit... I know it's not much but-" The man never got to end his sentence, because he was silenced by the blonde's fingertip on his lips and then a little kiss on the cheek.

"This is cute, Hitman. Let's have dinner now."

Shawn couldn't hide his excitement. Who would have ever thought that Bret Hart had a soft side to him? That he would enjoy spending an entire evening chatting and eating dinner and drinking wine with the other man?

Time was flying so fast and he was so relaxed he didn't even realize he was now sitting on Bret's lap, one hand on his waist, toasting with him and laughing his ass off at a stupid joke the other man made.

"Damn, you canadians got humor. I didn't expect that!"

"We got even more than that" Bret said with a cocky smile, and Shawn had to force himself to not stare at him. He was beautiful, with his cheeks red and wide smile and gentle eyes. "What?"

"A soft spot for pretty, southern blonds, I guess."

Normally, Shawn would have had another cocky response ready, that if he wasn't caught so off guard he almost choked on his last sip of wine. He was used to people saying those things to him, yet when it was Bret, the Hitman, who was always so cold to him, who never really flirted with him in the first place, the one who said them, he couldn't help but be completely awestruck.

When they finished eating, Shawn was surprised to find himself not wanting to leave. So he clinged to the other man, while he was cleaning up the table. He wrapped his arms around the wider man's waist, resting his chin on his shoulder.

"Hey. Can I stay over for the night? I am tired as shit..."

"Yeah, I'll go prepare a bath." saying so, Bret disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Shawn alone in the loft, pondering the growing, warm ache inside his chest.

How did they end up like that? Some months before, the two couldn't even stand each other presence. Bret was a pain in the ass, acting all high and mighty and treating Shawn like he was some kind of spoiled infant.

After some time together, they started to at least tollerate each other. Bret even started to show some kind of respect for him. The kid was an annoying little prick, but he was a good man. A fragile man, even. He liked to hide all his insecurities and need for affection under that arrogant façade, but it was to protect himself, and Bret knew well how it felt to not want anybody to see your weaknesses.

He grew fond of him to the point he wanted himself to be a safe place for Shawn. He wanted that kid to let that mask off for a bit.

He fell in love with the real Shawn, the one that craved affection more than he craved lust, the one who let himself cry and be comforted by Bret, the one that, in that moment, was letting himself be undressed of his clothes and his guises to be helped lay in the bathtub.

They bathed together, laying silent, Shawn's shoulders nestled against Bret's chest.

Shawn let the other wash his hair, and Bret caressed them with care, gently untangling the knots in his long, blonde locks. He lay a kiss on his head, and caressed his shoulders with calloused fingers, a touch so much different from every hand Shawn had ever experienced on his skin. It left his skin tingling with a pleasant burn.

Shawn let himself relax against the other, and he didn't even realize he was doozing off until he was woken up by a soft voice whispering against his ear.

"Wake up, sleeping beauty, we need to get out, your fingers are shrinking up."

Wrapped around one of the white hotel robes, Shawn was now on the bed, stretching on the duvet covers. The older man allowed himself to admire the other man, his lithe body stretching on the bed, his chest exposed, his long, damp hair falling around his head like a halo. He was beautiful, young and full of life. Shawn was that breath of fresh air Bret needed after being underwater for too long. He didn't even realize he had been holding his breath for all his life, before meeting him.

"I got something on my face?" His quiet admiration was broken by the other smiling and staring at him, spread out on Bret's bed like it was his property now, chin resting in his hand.

"I was just thinking."

"What about?"

No response was given. The man simply lowered himself on the bed, under the covers, and took Shawn's body in his arms, holding him tight.

Shawn now smelled like his own, and their bodies fit perfectly together, heartbeats melting together in a sweet symphony, like they were a single, perfect being.

"You're real strange, Hitman. Makes me wanna get inside your head and see what's goin' on there"

"I would say the same about you, I really wanna meet that agonizing hamster tryina ride the wheel of that little head of yours"

"Rude ass."

"Weren't you tired?"

"I am!"

"So sleep."

They stayed silent for a while, simply enjoying each other presence, Bret's finger tracing sweet nothings on Shawn's back, the other listening to the hitman's heart beating against his cheek. It was nice, it was warm, it was supposed to be like that.

"Ehy, Bret... You up?"

The other man grunted something, opening one eye and looking at Shawn. He couldn't see him well in the darkness, but he knew there was a pair of wide, beautiful blue eyes looking directly at him in that moment.

"I am now." They both spoke softly, like they were afraid of waking the world up, like they were afraid of the moon knowing their secrets.

"Thank you for tonight. You didn't have to do all that for me." his voice sounded apologetic, like he was asking for Bret to forgive him for simply spending time at his side. It broke Bret, to know Shawn was not used to genuine kindness. That everything he received he tought he did have to give something back.

"It was nothing."

"Yeah, but still-"

"Shawn." It was the older man's turn to gently ush the other, caressing his face. "You don't have to apologize. I wanted to."

There was no answer to that. Only Shawn's lips timidly reaching for his own, in their first kiss since he entered his room that evening. It was a gentle, slow, lips brushing against each other in the sweetest way.

"Can I tell you something?" Shawn breathed against Bret's lips, giving them another soft peck. "I may have a soft spot for you too."

#wwe #wwf #shawn x bret #shawn michaels #bret hart #hartbreak

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years ago

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heyy sorry im back with another longish rant, comments still cant accoodate the length so im back her

soo here we go

first of all, yey there are other good people in the world and eric is nice, yeyyy. Its nice that someone is in lokis corner and that stark is good in this and its nice to know that loki has the support he needs or is atleast supported by this tight knit so called family that is stark securities

two my suspicions were right, loki is a scared that shed be the same like sameera or whatever her name was and choose her lavish life but seeing what they put her through, i dont think that shes picking that. I think that if she could choose between her life and loki, she would choose him without a shadow of a doubt.

ohhh thats dark, three wow that was… wow thats dark. these horrible people, the fact that it lead her to hire her own hitman just so she could escape the tortures of that wretched family is just a testament to how sick and twisted they are. I get it, she giving up but im really hoping loki would be enough incentive or motivation to keep livng this life. I know the feeling of wanting to give up and sometimes loki is the only salvaton i have left, even if its just in my imagination.

Loki needs to understand that she isnt sameera (im sorry i dont know if im spelling this right but i really dont care enough for her to give a damn if i do though) He needs to understand that if she was given the choice between her current life and him that she would choose him because he is literally the only thing that motivates her to get up from bed and get on with her torturous day. He needs to understand that she would pick him, choose him, and love him (sorry for some reason i felt compelled to do it eheheh) so much that hed probably get sick of her (just a joke because i know that he would never tire of her)

The reason that shes just loosing the will to fight anymore is just, she's lost everything that means anything to her (or so she thinks), Her mother, peter or whatever maybe and loki. everything she holds dear get taken away from her and she thinks that dying is a better alternative than continuing living in this hell hole. i really dont blame her. She may think that at least shes free from her so called families torturous ways and can maybe if she believes in heaven be back with her mother. I feel so bad for her and loki. theyve been delt horrible cards for so long that even if they have that one good card (each other), the rest just of it all just scares them a bit that they over look it.

i love how much emotions is conveyed into the words. the fact that we understand how and what emotions these characters are feeling is just brilliant writing that im struggling to do.

i am sorry for psycho analyzing the story but you are brilliant and lovely, I hope you are feeling better and have a lovely day 😊❤️💜💙💚💛😊

The life she has lived is all she knows, she can do so much and be so much and all she needs is a push in the right direction and Loki can be that person for her. He needs to be there for her and teach her that the world outside might not be as cruel as her family is.

Yess she's feeling drained and exhausted in every way, if it wasn't for loki coming into her life she may have tried again to harm herself and now that she thinks that he is also done with her, there's nothing holding her here.

Thank you so much dear, you're too sweet and I'm loving all your asks for the bodyguard 😍 wishing you a Lovely day too 🥺💚💚

#asks #stupidthoughtsinwrting #the bodyguard

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ellitx · 4 years ago

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Soooo i know this sounds dumb but bear with me :0

You're a trusted and famous hitman, one day you were hired by fatui to kill a person. They gave you instruction and all information in a folder. Your target is a famous rich male who also enjoys music, tomorrow he is inviting everoyne from mondstat to windbloom festival, as for the night there should be fancy party in his mansion.

A few hours before the ball you're reading information and preparing the weapons and your clothes. Taking a poison and a dagger to have the job quickly done. And you arrive to the party, searching for your target while talking to people so you won't seem suspicious.

And as you go to a bar to order a drink you hear someone laugh behind you. Turning around you see a male with green shnning eyes. He is talking to a blue haired much taller male. "One dandelion wine please," you wave at red head who wears a bored expression. He nodds getting you a glass full of red liquid. "Dandelion wine! That's one of my favorite ones," the green eyes boy turns around facing you. "Really? Then I'm even more excited to try it," you answered taking your attention to the boy. "It's great I promise! One dandelion vine too please," he laughs. He takes a Lyre and began to strung a melody. The blue haired male takes his drink and leaves.

"My name is Y/n by the way." "Pleasure in meeting you Y/n,"he takes your hand and put a light kiss on your knuckles,"Please call me Venti"

Venti? Your eyes widen for a second as you put the pieces together. Venti is your target after all. Such a shame he seemed as intelligent person.

You blush lightly at the kiss and take a sip from the vine. "May I take you somewhere?" he asks, you nodd and he takes your hand leading you to the second floor.

He takes you to a quiet alone place, perfect for your plan! "Wait a minute please," He gives you his drinks quickly going back downstairs.

You quickly take a small sack out of your pocket. Slowly putting the white powder into his drink. You hide the sack into your pocket again and wait for Venti.

He appears few minutes after with a bottle of vine, his carefree smile makes you melt inside. You both sit on the couch talking to each other and laughing at the jokes. He takes the glass to his lips before he stops and sweetly smiles," you aren't from Mondstat are you?" You feel the anxiety wash over you but still your mind racing as you quickly made an execuse,"no, I'm here for holidays, this is such a beautiful city."

Venti nodds his head putting the glass onto the table behind he couch. He takes your hands and plants a small kisses onto your knuckles again. You growing more nervous and nervous every second before you quickly get up and stutter an apology,"i-i'm sorry execuse me for a moment i will be right back"

But before you can walk away Venti grabs your wrist and pushes you onto the floor as his green eyes grew more dark then before. You quickly try to back away until you hit the cold wall.

He tightly grabs your chin his expression dark,"who sent you?" You try to push him away but he takes the dagger you had under your skirt and puts it right to your neck. The cold blade right next to your skin," i thought that we will be friends"

You try to look away but he takes your chin to look at him again, his cold eyes sends shivers down your spine. He smiles as he grabs something from the table putting the blade away and taking his gloves off. He pulls you to his lap that you're facing him. Now your legs are around his waist as he holds your wrists by one hand. You notice the things took from the table was the wine glass. You look into his green eyes as he gives you a quick peck on your lips. "Open your moth for me," he says as you open it before he pours the poisoned vine into your mouth. Your throat burning from the poison. The wine around your lips as your eyes are all watery. Your salt ters slowly rolling down as Venti licks them.

Your body becommes weak and your muscles hurts as he wipes your tears grabbing you by the chin and forcefully pulling you into a kiss.

He bites your lips as he pulls away, the red saliva connecting both of your lips.

Hnggg this is so good

Im actually speechless. At first i thought this would be enemies to lovers (i mean it is but there’s something different in here) but venti quickly catching on the reader is suspicious and starts to take control over the situation??

Oh how the tables have turned, poor reader.

Thank you for this anon!

#submission #venti x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact venti #venti #genshin impact venti x reader #ellianswers

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toomanyfandoms02 · 4 years ago

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The Mission // Spencer Reid x Reader

Sooooo this was SUPPOSE to be a blurb for @andiebeaword BUT it ended up being much longer than that, my bad.

Summary - Spencer and Reader must act like a married couple at a party in order to get information on a hitman. They may do more than needed to prove being a married couple.

Word count - 2.7k

Prompts - "If we die, I'm going to kill you." ~~~ "You have a dirty mind." ~~~ "These heels are peeling off my **skin**. But yes, keep complaining about your tag you whine ass." ~~~ "Wow, I can't imagine being that rich! How old are his kids, maybe I can date one."

It was a well-known fact that I loved partnering with Spencer. We could always joke around and make eachother feel better, even when working the bad cases. But I feel like this was a little ridiculous.

"Are you shitting me?" The words slipped from my mouth so easily, which I immediatly regretted. Spencer gave me *the look* and elbowed my side.

"I'm sorry Y/n, you and Spencer are the two people who are the most compatible to seem like a couple, and we need hard proof before we arrest him." Hotch explained with his usual amount of enthusiasm.

None.

"Hotch, this guy is dangerous and we will be in there without vests, is what I believe y/n is trying to say." Spencer leaned back in his seat, flipping through the mans file.

"We will have sharp-shooters pointing through every window at him in case anything gets out of hand. This is non negotiable." And with that, he left.

"Well, clearly we have no choice." I stood from my seat, flattening my skirt. "I'm gonna go home and get an outfit ready. You aren't wearing that to the party either." I pointed to his outfit.

"What's wrong with my outfit?!" He scoffed, hugging his sweater vest.

"Okay, one, this isn't some dingy hole in the wall. And two, even if it was, you don't go to a nice party looking like someone who has 3 PhD's in the first place." The smirk on my lips grew wider as he feigned offense.

"Fine, I'll find something nicer to wear. I'll pick you up at 7 and tell the team to meet us there." I agreed and left the conference room a little grumpy, quickly making a bee line to the elevator before anyone could comment on my mood.

I stared at the 3 dresses in front of me. They were all the same style, but different colors.

White, yellow, and olive green.

I wasn't sure why I was having so much trouble picking a *color*. I always say that I dress for myself, which is what I was trying to do right now.

Right?

I totally wasn't thinking back to that conversation I had with Spencer a few weeks ago.

*"Y/n!" Emily looked at me with surprise. "You look so beautiful in white! Why don't you wear it more?" She was right, I never wore it. Me and Penelope were pretty known for wearing many colors, mine just had to be paired with a black skirt.*

*"I'm so clumsy." I laughed. "I live in constant fear that I'll spill coffee on it. Hence why I'm not holding a cup of joe."*

*"I agree with Emily, you look nice in white." Spencer chimed in. "You know the psychological meaning of white is purity, innocence, wholeness and completion. In color psychology, white is the color of new beginnings, of wiping the slate clean, so to speak." He then took a sip of his coffee.*

*"Yeah well I don't know about the innocent part." I giggled, looking to Emily who gave me a shrug and nod. Spencer choked a bit on his coffee. "You alright there Spence?" He saluted me and headed to his desk, which put me and Emily into a fit of giggles.*

I reluctantly grabbed the white one, silently hoping that I was less of a klutz tonight.

The satin dress slipped on me easily. It came down to about 2 or so inches above my knees and had thin straps. I paired it with some semi-transparent heels and called it a day. I put on a little heavier makeup to look the part. Foundation, winged eyeliner, blush, highlight, and mascara. Lastly, I tied my hair up in a simple straightened pony-tail.

By the time my indecisive ass was done choosing everything, it was nearly 7 and I knew that Spence would be early. My heels clicked as I walked on my wood floors, heading to the front door. Getting there just in time to hear a knock. I must have startled him by opening it so fast because he stumbled back a bit. He wore a nice white button up and tighter pants than usual, paired with nice black oxfords.

And then he just stood there.

I waved my hand in front of his face.

"Hi!" He shook his head a bit. "Hello there, back to Earth I see. Do you wanna come in and have a glass of water before this whole event, since you are," I leaned back into my doorway to look at the time. "12 minutes early?"

"Oh, yeah sure." I cleared the way so he could walk in. I shook the heels from my feet, taking me down at least three inches before stepping into the kitchen. I grabbed two glasses.

"Do you want ice?" I turned to him, he was sitting at my island. He just shook his head. "Okay." I laughed, putting ice in mine and just filling his with water. The glass clinked as it hit the island in front of him. "You're pretty quiet, are you okay?" The tips of his ears reddened.

"Yeah! I'm just a little nervous, you?" He swiftly brought the water to his lips, guzzling it down like he hadn't drank anything in days. He then stood up.

"Of course I'm nervous." I came around to his side of the counter and swooned into his arms. "But I'll have a great protector there." He smiled down at me with a shake of his head, standing me back up.

Now it's time to head out.

We pulled up to the location in Spencer's Volvo, which was incredibly nice to ride in. ~~and I would love to get use to riding in it~~.

"Okay, I have one thing to fix with your outfit." I turned to him before we exited the car. His eyes narrowed at this comment. I leaned forward and unbuttoned two buttons. "Now you look like your going to a party."

"Thank you expert. Stay in the car, I'm going to open your door, the bouncer works with him and we have to go all out on this act." He nodded his head at the bouncer a few yards away.

I wish this wasn't an act.

He opened the door, offering his hand. I took it with a gracious smile, interlacing our fingers. We walked up to the bouncer, who had an ipad with the guest list in hand. Penelope had hacked into their list and added our names, well fake names.

"Mr and Mrs. Adler." Spencer spoke as I leaned into his side. The man scrolled through the list, he tapped our names and opened the door.

It opened to a large room, filled with dozens of people. I leaned up on my tippy toes and whispered into Spencer's ear.

"If we die, I'm going to kill you." I pulled away with a smile, patting his shoulder. His Adam's apple bobbed while he gulped. "So, what's this guys networth, I mean he seems pretty damn rich to throw a party like this." He looked down at me quizzically. "I know you know what it is, I'm sure you have researched him extensively. So what is it?"

"6.2 million dollars." He recited, looking towards the crowd, scanning for the man in question.

"Wow, I can't imagine being that rich! How old are his kids, maybe I can date one."

"Be careful what you say, someone might think we are suspicious." He pulled me into his side, kissing the top of my head.

This night is going to be agonizing. "There he is." We made our way to him slowly, stopping at small drink stations. Just as we were about to get to some seats near him, a server came up to us.

"Hello! Welcome. Would you guys like anything?" She handed Spencer a very small menu. I could see the slight confusion in his eyes. It was truly a weird thing to do at such a big party.

*Salad*

*Potato Soup*

*Fruit Bowl*

*Veggie Bowl*

"I'll have a salad, and the lady will have a fruit bowl." He pointed to the seats we were on our way to. "We will be over there. Thank you." He put his hand on the small of my back, leading us to the seats.

"How did you know I wanted a fruit bowl?"

"You bring some kind of fruit cup to work every day, I'm observant." Right as we were about to sit down, another couple took the seats, not even noticing that we were heading there.

"Well damn. I say we stand next to his table until our food gets here, then we go to the other corner of the room and observe, then we catch him making the deal." I led him to the space by the table. After just a few minutes of waiting, the young lady who took our orders he returned, holding a small bowl of salad and a fruit bowl.

"Have a good night!" She chimed, how can someone be so happy with so many people around?

We ventured to the other side of the room, I grabbed two glasses of champagne from another server on the way. I peered at Spencer over the skinny glass, he was staring at his salad.

"What, is there something wrong?"

"Why is there so much white stuff on it? It's not ranch, I know what ranch looks like." My giggle was muffled slightly by the glass.

"That's what she said." He raised one eyebrow. Then a look of realization came over his face.

"You have a dirty mind." He mixed together the salad to distribute the 'white stuff'. We subtly stared every once in a while over at the mans table.

His name was Anton Todd, but his customers called him Ton. He was someone who frequently assassinated people. He was a hitman to be exact. We had an outside source tell us that a new customer would be coming in to request business, so we could kill two birds with one stone.

So far the man we knew as Cole Kamargo had not come to ask for Antons *services* yet. We had been standing in this corner of the room for a while, just watching him. That's when I caught his eye.

His gaze was terrifying, it struck me right through my soul, and I just couldn't stop looking. He squinted at me, tilting his head. Spencer shook my shoulder.

"Y/n, stop staring at him." It was like being lost in someone's eyes in the worst way possible. I watched as he stood from the table, making his way over with a sour look on his face.

"Shit shit shit shit." I mumbled as he got closer.

"Shit is right. Do you trust me?" I kept my eyes on the man.

"Of course." He grabbed my hips, pushing me against the wall behind us and kissed me hard. He trailed his left hand up to the back of my neck, holding me there. I gasped in surprise, leading him to slip his tongue in my mouth. Meaning we were full on making out. I pushed my hands into his hair, gladly accepting the kiss and sighing into it. Suddenly, Spencer was pulled from me. And there he stood.

Anton.

"Tell your girl to stop fuckin' staring at me." He spat, glaring at me.

"Sorry sir, my wife has ADHD, she zones out frequently." He rushed to my side and pulled me into his side protectively. Anton rolled his eyes and left the area.

I looked up at Spencer, his cheeks were a deep shade of red, and he was touching his lips.

"Thank you. Also, you're a good kisser." I remarked, nudging his side a bit. He looked down at me with wide eyes. "What? Am I not allowed to compliment your kissing? It's good!" I laughed heartily, looping my arm into his.

"Ditto." A smile grew on his lips. I could get use to this. Spencer noticed an available seat near us, so he sat patting his lap.

"Excuse me?"

"Come sit on my lap!" He chuckled.

"I'm glad your getting use to the idea of me being your *wife*." I sat on his lap, leaning my head back onto his shoulder. My hands made their way to the heel of my foot, slightly slipping my shoe off. "These heels are from Satan I think." I rubbed at the sore skin.

"My tag is itchy." Spencer pulled at his collar, relieving the so called *itch*.

"These heels are peeling off my **skin**. But yes, keep complaining about your tag you whine ass." He turned his head to me, kissing my cheek.

"I'm sorry, I can put some neosporin on it when we get home. I mean, when we get-get you home." He stuttered, the tips of his ears once again turning an extravagant shade of red. I kissed his jaw.

"Thank you *baby*." We were then interrupted by a woman next to us.

"How long have you guys been married?" The lady leaned over the booth, a ring was clearly shown on her finger.

"8 years." I answered quickly, before Spencer could say a contradicting answer.

"Wow! You guys look so young to be together so long. How do you guys keep it so... so beautiful?" She tilted her head at the question.

"What do you mean?" I asked, reaching my hand into Spencer's hair and playing with it momentarily.

"You seem so in love. You act like teenagers, I don't think I've looked that in love with my husband since we first met." She huffed.

"You just have to find someone who's easy to love." He leaned his head on mine. "I've never had a doubt in my mind that she was the one." The words stuck with me, I felt like they would be embedded in my soul for eternity.

"I think I need to get a divorce." She sunk into the seat, I watched as her husband come back and sat with her, she gave him a weak smile.

"Okay, we need to leave this area before we become homewreckers." I whispered, pulling him to his feet and fleeing into another direction. "We must be amazing actors." I laughed nervously.

"Yeah, actors." He murmered, but before I could comment on it, I saw Cole making his way to Anton.

"Spencer! It's Cole!" I screeched quietly. We discreetly made our way near the table, quickly catching the conversation and relaying it to Hotch.

Cole spoke of the horrible things he wanted done to his wife, it made me sick.

"FBI, get on the ground!" I pulled my gun from the left holster that Spencer had for me. I couldn't exactly *hide* a gun on this white dress. Spencer pulled his gun as well.

"We have you surrounded by sharpshooters aimed and ready to fire, so I suggest that you comply." Morgan came in soon, cuffing the both of them and leading the men to cars.

We now remained outside, sitting on the stairs of the large building.

"I enjoyed being your husband for a night." Spencer laughed, nudging my shoulder.

"And I enjoyed being your wife." I played with the fake ring on my finger. "Okay. Fuck it. Did you mean any of the things you said in there?" The words spat from my mouth quickly.

"Like what?" His voice was shaky.

"Like, that you never had a doubt that I was the one. Or was that part of the act. I would totally understand if it was, you're an amazing actor if it was because it honestly had me believing-" He put his finger to my lips.

"Yes, I meant it."

"Thank God." I grabbed his jaw with both hands and brought him to my lips. He smiled into the kiss, deepening it. His hands ran up and down my back slowly.

"I wouldn't mind doing this every day." He remarked, gesturing between our lips.

"I wouldn't either pretty boy."

#mgg #criminal minds #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fanfiction #mgg fic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid one shot #criminal minds fic

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zwiezraczek · 5 years ago

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Lover [Blurb]

Part 3: Player - Part 4

Note: It has been almost two months since I updated the Believer blurb! But now, here we are with the final part! I hope you'll enjoy it! Especially you, 🐼 Nonnie! 💕💕💕

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You were sitting on this chair for hours, your muscles sore and your jaw clenched every single time one of the men you once directed took your face between his large fingers, tightening his grip on your cheeks until Billy spoke. With every new confrontation, you could feel your mouth bleed and you became accustomed to blood's taste. And to your father coming to give you food and water in order to have a breaking point for Billy, and probably because he still loved you somehow. But you couldn't figure out how.

You closed your eyes. You wished a painless death, because this became too much. Did you spent hours, days or weeks there? You had lost count. The harsh source of light was your only sun, and your moon became this little light they had put in the basement when nobody was there for a longer moment. And during these moments, you imagined yourself kicking their asses, with Billy and escape from there. He whispered a countless number of times that he was sorry about all of this, dragging you into this matter was probably his biggest mistake he said. But you had to open your eyes one day, and you preferred this way than any other.

“Y/N,” he said, as one of the guard left his position for a moment.

“What,” you asked, with a weakened voice and a your throat dry.

“Do you regret being my friend sometimes?” And even in the darkness, you could sense how this question burned his lips and made him wince.

“You're really asking me this, there, while you're living your best life with your BDSM kink,” you snapped in a lower tone in order to keep your voice consistent. “I regretted being your friend, when I found out that you lied about your death, but otherwise never.”

“You don't hate me for what's happening to you?” And before you could reply, you heard gunshots coming from outside the basement.

“What the hell,” you whispered.

Men seemed to be running through the corridors, heavy steps and heavy guns and you knew that this never meant anything good. But you were useless here, and you couldn't even save yourself from there. Neither could Billy with his kinky stuff. You closed your eyes, if you had to die now, you prayed the lord for a painless death.

Somebody opened the door, the light hitting your eyelids and you forced them to open again. You saw an impressive figure in the frame of the door, with a gun in each hand groping around for a switch. And when they finally found it, the basement became this harsh-lighted space again. He ran towards Billy, and you protested, kicking the ground and trying to free yourself from the cuffs, your voice refusing to cooperate in your actions. And then, you saw how calm Billy was when the man detached him and how he almost hugged him.

And then you understood. The Ghosts squad.

The tall masked man came towards you, and knelt right behind your chair.

“We've got you, senorita,” he whispered and you thanked him a countless number of times before getting up and walking, slowly towards the exit. He let you put your hand over his shoulder as he saw you struggling. “What did they do yo you?”

“Ugly shit,” you replied exhaling as walking became even harder than it was before.

“Four, you're doing alright,” he asked Billy and your bestfriend nodded vigorously.

“Have been worse, just take care of her Three,” he said as he looked at you, pain in his eyes.

“Don't worry Four, we're getting out of here,” he said with a smirk.

You noticed that Billy had a gun in his hands, and how much you wished to be less useless and to grab a gun and kill all of these man around, in a furious rage asking for blood. And even more blood than you could imagine. Patiently, the three of you made their way out of your house, with your help now, directing your small group towards the exit of this hell of a house. In the car, somebody was already waiting for you – you recognized the French woman's hair when you sat on the backseat. You closed your eyes for a moment, as you heard the rattle of the engine. You have had enough of all of this. You just hoped you were free.

And as soon as you entered the Ghost's place, Five greeted both of you by making you lay down in order to examine you. Apparently, you were the one who was the most injured of the two of you. Five left Billy on his bed, and came towards you to examine your stomach on to make sure that the bruises you had weren't the sign of internal bleeding, and even if it did hurt when she pressed her hands against your stomach, you seemed to be good, butextremely tired. Way more than Billy.

But then, a rush, you heard someone say to hurry up because Seven was shot. You closed your eyes, and for the first time in a long moment, you slept without any real preoccupation.

~~~

“Look who's here, with us,” One teased while he saw you entering the room, “our best solution and our biggest problem!”

You spent the past week laying down on one of the couched they had in their meeting room, trying to recover mentally from what had happened to you. You were first kidnapped, then you discovered that your bestfriend wasn't dead and that you killed a bitch for – almost – nothing, then you learned that your own father supported children traffic, and your father himself made sure to punish you once you dared to step up against him when you helped the Ghosts and you had to pay for it the highest price, but apparently Billy suffered the most because of it. And finally, you landed there, with the Ghosts, without any promise for your future, without any true hope.

The only little thing that had kept giving you a little light, was Billy. He stayed with you as much as he could – while he wasn't by Seven's side, Seven who got shot badly but recovered pretty quickly - talking to you, apologizing for what you dragged you into, again. But you didn't regret what had happened, you even enjoyed knowing that you contributed to something “good”. Something that wasn't your first thought, because what once was on your mind was murder, fun and money. But your little adventure taught you something about yourself, that even when somebody was rotten to the very core, they had feelings and weaknesses. Yours were children, your father's you and Billy's you too. But your father was gone now. Along with a lot of his personal guards, the ones knowing about the basement situation – because you could swear that he wasn't able to tell everybody that you betrayed him, ha had to come up with some excuse for your sudden disappearance, and the Ghosts found out that you just ran out, and probably died somewhere, which was pretty much convenient.

And now, you stood among them all, as they spoke about the rest of their plan. You couldn't believe how much had changed in so little time.

“I never wanted to be part of this,” you retorted before standing next to Billy.

“But turns out you're one of us now,” One said with a forced expression as you blinked looking at Billy first. “We've discussed about this, and we can't just let you go into the wild while knowing about us...”

“And because somebody will probably try to kill her,” Billy insisted while looking insistingly at One.

“Yeah, yeah,” One brushed him off, “so, basically we decided you should be part of our team.”

“You're joking,” you blurted, hardly believing what you had heard. The man who called you a 'good girl' once, while you were tied up sitting on a metallic chair said that you were now part of his squad? Impossible.

“Do I look like the Joker,” he asked you while pointing his serious face. You were tempted to say yes.

“Yes you do,” Two said and One just groaned but before he could say anything she continued. “We fucked up your life badly, so the least we can do is to give you another life.”

“Poetic, but not what I was going for,” One remarked. “I was about to say that she had value, and that probably she knew way more than we do about our next target but go on, Two, the floor's yours!”

“I'm in,” you finally said, and Billy looked at you with a little smile, “I don't have any other choice, and I probably can help you with many things, it's good to be bad but maybe it'sbetter to serve a better cause.”

“As an ex hitman, I can confirm that it's way better this way,” Three said with a grin as Two rolled her eyes.

“Welcome to the Ghost's family,” Billy whispered as everybody began to talk again about you entering the squad. You could only smile.

~~~

Between missions, you loved to sit in the trailer they had given to you. Your own little place, where you could swear, curse and cry. But mostly, a place where you had to learn to live again. But you weren't alone, Billy was by your side now. And how happy it made you feel, and how relieved you were about all of this. You had your bestfriend back. This was what mattered the most. Even if the price of what you were living was high – as your own father's death that you still couldn't grieve, you couldn't grasp enough courage to grieve him properly without letting your inner rage explode – you were happier than before. Your hunger for blood had stopped, and Three was there to help you as you began to live like somebody normal.

But Billy was your best ally in this game. You could count on him as you never had the opportunity to. During the first nights, he stayed with you, as you held your tears back because everything was too much for you, because it finally had hit you: you were alone again. But he caressed your forehead, kissed it, and reminded you that you would never be alone again. Not on his watch. And often, you would fall asleep between his arms. Feeling safe. And probably loved.

“Y/N,” he whispered during one night, as you had your face against his chest, resting. You only hummed in response. “You don't hate me for what's happening to you?”

“Billy,” you groaned as you pulled away a little from him, “I don't, I promise. I'm thankful I had the chance to find you and to feel freer than be...”

“But you had a stable life,” he cut you mid-sentence, and you could feel his anxiety grow as he spoke. “You had everything you ever wanted and could wish for, and with the Ghosts we destroyed it all because of our stupid plan, a plan to save the world... By crushing yours...”

“Billy,” you whispered as you put your hand on his cheek, rubbing it with your fingertips now. “I'm not regretting anything, and I don't hate you Billy. I will never hate you, I promise. I love you too much to hate you,” the words naturally flowed out your mouth and you hoped that he wouldn't catch it.

“I love you too, y/n, that was why I couldn't bear see you suffering when I died or not so long ago hen they wanted to have information from me,” he said, his eyes glistening in the dark. You felt yourself attracted towards him, your moth making its way towards him before you kissed him, delicately. You never knew how much you wanted this moment until it happened. His lips were soft, and he pulled you closer against him.

“I think the lucky bastard was right,” you whispered as you thought about the man who had mocked you when you spoke with Billy during your captivity, “I do have an undying love for you, Billy”

“And so do I, y/n.”

#🐼 series #ben hardy #four x reader #four!ben #four ben hardy #6 underground ben hardy #6 underground #six underground ben hardy #six underground #ben hardy blurb #blurb

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Chapter 19

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︻デ═一 ♥

The Magic Shop reopened, and Bella was stocking up the shelf behind the bar, her silver hair tied into a ponytail, and she wore a fitted black dress that hugged her figure in all the right places.

"Testing," Yoongi droned into the mic, which screeched and hurt Taehyung's ears, prompting him to cover them while wincing with discomfort. "Sorry," the older male chuckled and fixed it.

"Let's hope the customers come back," Namjoon said as the lights outside the cabaret went on. "I wouldn't blame them if they're a bit shaken from what happened though..."

"And we don't know if Neullie is coming back," Jungkook said as he took the chairs off the table and set then down. There was melancholy in his eyes and tone. "What if we don't see her again?"

"Then we'll have to report that Sehun guy to the police," Jin answered. "We aren't letting him keep her to himself."

Jimin frowned at Jin's words, "I don't think he's as bad as you make him out to be... I'm sure he's taking very good care of her."

"I agree with Jimin," Hoseok said as Dawon added last minute adjustments to his suit. "You're probably jumping to conclusions. And who knows? Neullie might come in today."

"Yeah, don't lose hope," Dawon smiled at them, pulling away from her younger brother. "I'm sure she's doing a lot better than we think she is. Honestly, it wouldn't surprise me if she's been living a life of luxury since that guy decided to take her in."

That was when the doors opened, and Taehyung was ready to greet the first customer that entered The Magic Shop, but instead, he was greeted with an employee—a familiar face he had missed for the longest time.

Haneul stood before them, wearing another short black dress and a cropped blazer over it. On her ears were dainty silver drop earrings, her bag on her shoulder, her hair falling down her back and her makeup light but pretty. On her feet were black laced heels. "Annyeong." She greeted her friends.

"Neullie!" Taehyung choked, and he walked toward her, inspecting any sort of injuries she may have sustained while living with Sehun, but there was absolutely nothing. "Gwenchana?! You're not hurt, are you?! Did he do anything to you?! How did you escape?!"

"I-I..." she stammered, clutching the long strap of her bag tightly, unsure of how to answer here. And then, Sehun entered, his very presence rendering the cabaret in silence.

"Annyeonghaseyo," Sehun bowed before them, and when he stood up, he found the faces of Haneul's friends full of suspicion and uncertainty with the exception of Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok, Dawon, and Jimin.

"What is he doing here?" Taehyung asked with a bit of hostility.

"He wanted to drop me off,” she explained to him, giving him a reassuring smile. "Nothing happened, don't worry."

"She's right," the raven-haired male bowed his head. "I never laid a finger on her. Like I promised, I've been taking good care of her. I don't want her being alone or feeling like she's a prisoner in my home. I'm okay with her working here as long as she comes home." He faced the brunette and gave her one of his eye smiles. "Call me when your shift is finished. I'll come and pick you up then."

She stared at him for a moment, her cheeks growing a slight pink and her heart skipping a beat when he spoke to her, but she answered quickly with a nod, smiling back at him, "I will. Have a good day at work."

Bella dropped her shoulders, sighing with relief. The more she looked at him, the more she realized Sehun wasn't as bad as she initially made him out to be. His eyes were sweet and kind as he looked at her friend, the initial cold exterior she had seen back then almost dissipating before her eyes. He was a big softie at heart, it seemed.

"And you as well," he chuckled, stroking her head before leaving The Magic Shop and taking a seat in his sleek black car, driving away toward the Kim Estate.

"You're finally back!" Jungkook exclaimed, running toward the girl and throwing his arms around her. Haneul staggered for a moment, feeling him tighten his hold on her ever so slightly, and he began to tremble. "I was so worried about you..." He broke into tears, burying his face in her shoulder, and she wrapped her arms around his midsection, comforting him.

"Don't cry," she rubbed his back. "I'm okay, really. Sehun's been taking very good care of me. I know he looks cold but he's very kind and gentle. He and I have become friends."

The slightly older male pulled away, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand and sniffling, "He's your friend?"

"Yeah... it's funny, isn't it?" She chuckled to herself. "I was afraid of him too, but he was very patient with me nonetheless. He's a big sweetheart. You all have nothing to worry about."

"We're so glad you're back," Jimin walked up to her and took her hand. "Let's get ready for our next performance and have a good time, alright?"

She gave a single nod, and everyone was beginning to get ready for when the customers arrived. Haneul made her way toward the back like she used to, touching up her makeup and hair and placing her bag down, hanging her blazer over the arm of the couch. While she did so, Bella and Dawon entered, and they noticed the slight flush in their friend's cheek and the little dreamy smile she harbored.

"Just what is going on between the two of you?" Dawon questioned, her arms crossed as she teased the brunette.

"What are you talking about?" Haneul asked.

"Well," the older woman hummed. "You're looking happier, and you were staring at Sehun with that twinkle in your eyes."

Haneul began to stammer, and Bella entered the room with a giggle, "Unnie is right. If we didn't know any better, the real reason he's become a big softie is because you brought it out from under the cold scowl he usually wears."

"And not to mention he's sexy!" Dawon commented with a smirk. "Like who pulls of black that well? Why, if I wasn't his noona, I would be all over him!"

"Unnie!" Haneul gasped with horror, her cheeks growing even more pink. "It's not like that at all!"

"'There may be something there that wasn't there before,'" Bella quoted quickly, folding her arms over her chest. "Think about it: pretty girl lives with big scary guy and he turns out to be a big softie. Then they fall in love!"

"We're just friends," Haneul denied quickly, thoughts of what transpired this morning crossing her mind, and she tried desperately to forget how quickly her heart was beating that moment. "Please don't make Disney references early in the morning," she was flustered now, making for the door to get to work, but someone stood there, his big eyes resting on her, and Haneul stopped herself before she could bump into him. "Soobin!"

"Noona!" He cried and called out to the others. "Guys! Haneul noona is back! Come and see!"

"She's back?!" Beomgyu gasped.

"Noona's back!" Huening Kai cheered, followed by Taehyun and Yeonjun, who all came running toward her. The five boys were thrilled to see her again since it had been a long time.

"You're okay," Yeonjun sighed with relief. "We're so happy to see you again."

"Looks like what Yoongi hyung said is true," Taehyun said. "That Sehun is taking good care of you."

"You look happier too," Soobin chuckled. "Welcome back, Noona. Let's work hard today."

"Yeah, let's," Haneul agreed as she looked between the younger boys, her smile growing wider. "Let's make the customers feel safe and happy. Let's give them something good in exchange for the bad they've experienced." She was happy to be working with her friends again. If there was one thing she missed while she was away, it was singing and playing the piano for those who came into The Magic Shop.

︻デ═一 ♥

Sehun pulled up beside the Kim Estate, exiting his car and locking it while he walked inside. He figured Junmyeon had already heard of what had transpired at Jeju Island, which meant there had to be a new assignment ready for Sehun to tackle. He only wondered what it could be.

"Sehun-ah," Xiumin exited one of the rooms, wearing a white suit with a navy blue button down underneath, greeting the younger male. "You're here."

"I am," he bowed before the older male. "I'm here to talk to Junmyeon hyung."

"He should be finished with his phone call with Yixing right now," Xiumin accompanied him toward Junmyeon's study. "How's the girl doing?"

"She's doing well," Sehun answered with a soft smile, his thoughts wandering toward Haneul and how pretty she looked today—she became prettier everyday, in fact. "I just dropped her off at The Magic Shop for work."

"I see you've taken a liking to her," Xiumin caught the little smile on his face.

"Much more than a liking," the hitman spoke sincerely. "You could say... I'm in love with her."

"Jinjjah?!" The older male gasped, grabbing his shoulder and giving him a playful shake, the widest grin on his lips. "Yah, you cheeky bastard! You really love her?!"

"Of course!" Sehun answered. "I wouldn't make that up, especially when it comes to something strong like love. Neullie is... perfect," his lovesick smile grew bigger now. "She's kind, beautiful, and when she sings, it's like she becomes the center of my world..."

"Wow... She really struck you in the heart with her love shot," Xiumin teased, and a voice up ahead groaned at his corniness.

"Kim Minseok... just... don't," Kyungsoo was standing there, unimpressed by his choice of words. "You're not the one who is supposed to be making those jokes. That's Kim Junmyeon's job."

"Sehunnie's a fool in love!" Baekhyun popped out now, giggling childishly, his eyes bright and mischievous. "I knew there was a reason why you were so willing to protect her!"

"They do make a good pair, don't they?" Chen asked, his hands tucked into the pockets of his slacks. "I'm all for it. I think this might be good for the both of them."

"No wonder you're smiling more," Chanyeol remarked, grinning devilishly. "Irene noona told me everything, by the way. She even punched you in the gut!"

Sehun raised his eyebrows before he turned and cursed under his breath. He was going to have a talk with Irene at some point. It seemed his cold image was compromised, but at the same time, he didn't really mind it. If Haneul had made him into a fool in love, he was okay with it. "Remind me never to put you and Irene noona in the same room."

"We have a new assignment, everyone!" Kai said, walking toward the others to join them, and behind him was Junmyeon, he was still talking to Yixing over the phone, but it wasn't long until he ended the call. "Junmyeon hyung said it's important."

"Kai is right," the leader of their syndicate put his phone away, looking between his brothers before speaking. "The FT Clan has heard of what happened in Jeju Island. Wonbin has grown afraid and he's willing to negotiate."

"What will you have us do?" Sehun asked.

"We're hosting a party here at the estate," Junmyeon answered. "I've invited all the other syndicates, which will make it harder for FT to attack us. With more witnesses, they wouldn't dare do anything to us. However," he frowned, his gaze downcast, knowing he would regret his next words. "Haneul needs to attend as well."

Sehun's eyes widened a bit, watching his older brother, wondering if he had heard him correctly, "You want Neullie to attend this party?"

"I know it's dangerous and she wants no part in the world we live in," Junmyeon explained solemnly. "But we have to make it a point to the FT Syndicate that she is under our protection and if they or any other syndicate try to hurt her, they are hurting us. They know we have the most power among them and the Cho Syndicate was not only our ally but just as powerful."

Sehun didn't like this idea. He knew it could end one of both ways: either the FT Clan capture her or they kill her. They are the ones responsible for her grandmother's death, and the last thing Haneul needed to was look upon the faces of her killer. However, he understood where Junmyeon was coming from and she wouldn't be in any danger as long as she stayed close to him. No one would dare harm her unless they had a death wish. "Alright," he spoke after a moment. "Neullie can come but I will not leave her side the entire night."

"Good," Junmyeon nodded. "I don't want to use her but trust me, this may be good for her and all of us. Her name holds so much power and knowing she is with us will put us at an advantage when it concerns the FT Clan."

"I agree," the raven-haired male replied. "I'll tell her as soon as I pick her up from work." But first... I have to find her a dress.

#romance #eventual fluff #eventual romance #eventual smut #eventual happy ending #exo #sehun #exo sehun #bts #oh sehun

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The Book v2 chapter 2

*Andrè begins to walk about the halls toward the door*

Chris was in there even though he was an Ultrabeings

Jea: Hi Chris!

He waves

Any teachers?

No? Good.

Mr. Taio: Okay everyone. Welcome to Ultra Study. If you took this class with me before, you should know that I am one of the seven most capable people equipped to teach this class.

*Andrè runs outside*

FREEEEEEEEDOMMMM

...

Freedom feels the same as being imprisoned

After school

Jea and Jenifer get on their bus

Josh goes to the car rider exit

*The next day*

Chris was already there

-Josh waits outside the bus ramp for the twins-

-their bus originally shows up-

Chris walks to the bus ramp but sees Josh and walks away

*Andrè shows up to school with a knife on his belt*

Morning

Chris was walking back needing to talk to jea

-the twins walk off the bus but Jea dresses like Jenifer so it's harder to tell them apart-

"Uuhh....jea?...."

-Jenifer subtlety points at Jea-

He looks at jea "Can I talk to you privately please?..."

Jea gasps

"How'd you know it was me? Do wolves have one sort of 6th sense or something?"

"No not really but this is important..."

Weird humans

Imma go inside

Jea: What do you need?

"Something happened yesterday and I need your help...."

Jea: Go on

"Can I talk to you without people around? Please"

Jenifer: I got where she goes

"Fine i-i'm...homeless my abusive brother threw me out yesterday"

Live in a tent-like I do

"So...the reason I wanted to talk to jea is that I trust her..."

Jenny: Need me to pound on your big bro? -she cracks her knuckles-

Need a hit?

Jea: No more fighting! You promised Jenny.

Just stole a night vision scope yesterday

Jenny: I promised I'd fight less.

Well I'm a free spirit

No parents

No relatives

No love or compassion

Jenifer: You dude, who are you anyway?

Andrè

I'm a hitman

Sorta

If someone would hire me

Jenifer: I have a few enemies.

Jea: Jennyyyyy

Jenifer: Kidding! -she mouths- "Sort of"

Heh

Who are you, people

Jea looks at both of them

"I'm not leaving the two of you alone. Now back to Chris"

Jea: I'm Jea and this is my sister Jenny. That's all there really is to us.

"Really...."

So Chris

"Hm?"

Tents are 15 bucks at Walmart

"I am not living in no tent!"

Man up

I live in one

"And I have no money my brother has it all"

Get a job

Jea: No one should have to live in a tent.

Jenifer: I agree but it's not like there's a variety of options

Jea frowns

Welp

My mom left and my dads dead soooooo

Jea: Oh! I know. He can live with us

Jenifer: Dad would never let that slide

Jea: You're right

Jenifer: Though, they don't really need to know...

If they found out

I don't think they'd appreciate having enough bombs in their basement to cause world war 3

Jenifer: Then I'll take the heat.

Jea: Jenny no.

Jenifer: Were not debating this.

Well

It's nicer than waking up to 3 wolf spiders

Jea: By the way, you weren't serious about the bombs right?

Ummm

Maybe

But I do have sniper rifles and assault rifles

Jenifer: Dude, as cool as it sounds, no heavy artillery in the house. Maybe a few handguns. Something easy to hide.

Where the hell am I supposed to keep my mini-nuke?

I'm joking

Jea: Thank god

But where am I supposed to, keep my guns

Jea: How about you keep all of your things that could be used to incriminate you in your tent.

Jea: and OUT OF OUR HOUSE

Jenifer: Also, where are we going to keep them? Andre and Chris I mean.

Jea: no one uses the attic.

Jenifer: Too many webs to clean.

Jenifer: though, if they're willing to clean it out.

Meh

Can't be that bad

Jea turns to Chris

"What do you say?"

He smiles and nods

-later that day, at the end of school-

Jea: Our dad shouldn't be home but just in case, well sneak you through the back door

"And your mom?"

Jea: Dead.

"Oh.....i'm sorry for asking...."

Jea: Its fine.

Jenifer: Come on, our bus is this way

He nods and follows

*Andrè follows*

They get to the house-

-Jenifer leads them to the attic-

"thank you again"

Jea: Anything for a new friend.

Thanks

I only have my micro smg and my 2 revolvers

That's it

Jea: NO GUNS!

Jenifer: Chill out sis

"Dang.."

Hm?

Jea: what's wrong Chris

"N-nothing..."

Jea: Why'd you say dang?

Hello strange human

"Forget i said anything"

hello

my name’s jeff

Jea: What are you doing in our house?

idk i just popped into existence

so who are all of you?

Jea: I'm Jea, this is my twin sister Jenny, this our friend Chris, and some random guy named Andre

I'm a psychotic motherfucker with guns

-You all hear the front door-

Great combination

Chris turns into a puppy and hides

dude that is awesome

Jenifer: Quickly, get into the attic

Jea: And you, mystery guy, sorry but you've got to go

me?

Jenifer: Yeah you

ok *dissappears and reappears in the attic*

Mr. Kon: Girls I'm home!

-Jea walks to the living room- "Hi daddy"

Jenifer: Andre hurry up while Jea distracts him

*wonders why I had to go into the attic*

*Andrè sneaks to the attic*

*whispers*oh hey.

*whispers* why are we in here?

We're not supposed to be here

oh ok

-Jenifer closes it-

wanna see something cool andrè?

Sure

watch this... *morphs into a pit viper and slithers around andrè*

Cool

I would shoot you but that would compromise us

*morphs back into a human*

That would*

don’t shoot me

Mr. Kon notices Christ's tail

Mr. Kon: Jea, did you bring home another stray?

I’m an animagus. I can transfigure into a snake at will

Jenifer whispers: go with it

He yelps scared and runs off

Jea: Yeah. But don't be upset.

don’t laugh at me... *disappears and reappears behind André*

behind*

I can teleport too

Jenifer: I told her not to but look at his eyes.

Mr. Kon: I can't he keeps running off.

so whatcha wanna do why we’re stuck up here

Chris sits down in front of Mr. Kon and looks at him with sad eyes

Jea: Can we pleaaaase keep him?

-Mr. Kon notices a lack of man parts- "I think you mean her and..... Sure."

Jenifer: She meant him. Meet the world's first transgender dog.

Mr. Kon: The fuck?

Jea: SWEAR JAR!

The dog smiles at jenny

Mr. Kon: Are you kidding me?

Jea: Nope!

His tail wags a lot

He jumps on Mr. Kon

Mr. Kon: Ah

-the next day-

Chris wakes up

He gets ready and heads to the bus stop without being seen

*Andrè sneaks out the house and walks to school

Out*

*teleports from the attic to the first block*

Chris was in his first block

ooh hey. I remember you. u were that puppy!

He blushes "y-ya...."

*teleports behind Chris* I can transfigure into a snake

Chris stabs jeff before he spoke not knowing who it was

*writhes in pain* ow-owwww

"Oh god...... I'm so sorry" he bandages it up

i-it’s fine

I heal fairly fast too

*wound stops bleeding*

"So your not human either?"

idk what I am

I’m a teleporting animagus

and I have fairly fast healing abilities

"Which is not human"

yeah

"And you already know I'm not human but anyway what's your name I forgot to ask"

it’s jeff

yours?

"Chris"

well nice to meet you, Chris! *sticks hand out to shake Chris's hand*

Chris shakes his hand

so, who were the other people?

"Idk their classes...."

well, who were they?

"Jea and jenny"

*time skip to lunch*

Jea, Jenifer, and Josh show up

Together

Chris walks up to them he looks at jea and jenny "please don't be mad at me because of yesterday"

Jea: Mad about what?

*walks into the cafeteria and over to Chris*

hey guys

"About your dad seeing me... And hey"

*whispers to Chris* do other people at the school know about us having abilities or do we have to keep that hidden?

Jea: That wasn't your fault

Jenifer: It was a little. He could have stayed calm and rushed to the attic instead of running off as a puppy.

"Keep them hidden"

Jenifer: Though things worked out for the better

"Y-ya...."

damn... that means I gotta walk places

Jenifer: It's better to have him disguised as a puppy then hiding him like Andre

you guys must me Jea and Jenifer. I’m jeff

Jea: We already met

oh yeah

Jea: You popped into our house

still don’t know how I got there

"Ya"

thanks

I wanna pull a prank *smirks*

"On who?"

I don’t know

we gotta find a group of preppy girls

Jea: That would be mean.

I know

Jenifer: Yet funny.

but hella funny

Jenifer: I'm in.

Jea: Jennyyyyy.

ayy... i like your attitude *smiles and looks at jenifer* u seem pretty cool.

well chris can turn into a puppy, correct?

Jea: You're a bad influence -she glares at Jeff-

i know *smirks*

Jenifer: Not really, sweety. I was born this way. He has nothing to do with it

Jea: Yeah but he came up with the prank idea.

"Ya jeff i can.."

Jea: Besides, you've already been written up 11 times and it's only the third day of school.

Jea: Make that 15

Jea: CHRIS NOT YOU TOO

so the plan is, you’re gonna lure them over to you with the adorable puppy eyes

Josh: Can I help?

Jenifer: ew, no way.

"Oh no...."

and then i’m gonna be in snake form and i’m going to teleportin between them and you

teleport in between*

it’ll be great.

Jenifer: More of a jump scare than a prank.

and sure josh i guess you and jenifer can point chris out

yeah but still funny as hell

so you guys in?

"Yes!"

Jea turns around and crosses her arms

Jenifer: Hell yeah

Josh: Yep

-jenifer pushes Josh aside-

#AST

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