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Come Hell Or Highwater: Part 1

With his feet propped up on the corner of the desk and a lit cigarette hanging between his lips, he had felt momentarily content. The buzz from the tobacco had hit him, a welcomed kind of high that made the lingering silence in the room seem less egregious than it was.

Ari and Steve had received the call and the order to be reassigned from the case they were on, the directive had come from the captain of their specialized team and within an hour they had been ripped from one case and moved to another.

Their replacements had landed in the safety zone to relieve Steve and Ari, the two of which had been pulled directly into their top boss’ office.

“She’s 22,” Steve cursed and slammed the file against the desk, stalking around the desk and turning sharply to lean against the edge, “witnessed a high-profile murder on her way to the apartment from university. A hell of a thing.”

Ari drew in a puff and held it in his mouth for a moment before slowly exhaling, the dart between his fingertips glowing at the burning butt. He didn’t speak until he leaned forward and tapped the edge against the ashtray.

The pile of ah had been growing and he had been putting off dumping the tray in the trash like he should have, although he knew that he would eventually have to clean the glass. As he sat back, Ari finally addressed his brother.

“Wrong place at the wrong time,” Ari drew his gaze away from the ashtray and the file he had been pouring over, watching Steve tap his fingers against the edge of the wood, “22 is a hell of an age to have this kind of target on her head.”

“Fucking animal.” Steve cursed and momentarily twitched as if he could still feel Sister Mary’s switch against his knuckles, a repeated punishment they had all received from catholic school.

Their ma attempted to straighten out the triplets’ boyish and troublesome nature if only the switches and the punishments had worked.

“He’s carved men twice as big and tough, this girl-“ Ari lifted a picture of the woman they were assigned to protect and hide away, his captivating gaze studying every inch of the image in his hand, his lips forming a deep frown.

You were enrolled in a bachelor of music and composition course, and almost finished your degree with just over a year to go.

You had been kept late at campus while helping a friend create a composition that was going to be recorded for a final grade. You stayed behind because he asked you to and when it had come time for you to walk home to your apartment, you denied his offer for an Uber or an escort home.

You claimed you didn’t have long to go, and you didn’t. It should’ve been uneventful, it should’ve taken you less than fifteen minutes. Hell, you even had pepper spray in your bag in case something happened. You were, for all intents and purposes, protected one way or another.

And then your roommate asked if you could stop at the drugstore on the way home because she forgot to pick up her prescription and you were close. You were a sweetheart, you wouldn’t have let her suffer so you agreed. You took a detour because she asked you to because she was your friend.

Your errand had almost gone off without a hitch until you stepped out of the drugstore and took a side road, one that would’ve saved you a few minutes. You happened upon the assault, robbery and murder of a high-profile dignitary. The politician was recognizable, even if you weren’t involved in politics in any possible measure you would’ve recognized him.

And you had.

Not only had you recognized the infamous man, but you had also bared witness to him and his partner being robbed, attacked and brutally murdered.

You heard the twisted and sickening gurgle, you had felt the air shift as someone had taken their last breath and another was holding on for dear life.

You listened and you tried to help after coming out of hiding. You were a gentle soul who had called 911, you had waited and done all you could to support the man struggling for his life.

It was a twist of fate, a simple errand that had altered your course in life because you were a good person.

The men you witnessed from your hiding place hadn’t been aware that you were even there watching them, frozen in place and fearful that you had been next. They had killed their political target, and they had later killed the man in the hospital room. They thought they had eliminated every witness, however, they were innately wrong.

You were the only living and breathing person who could attest to their horrible acts, and that had placed a detrimental target upon your head. Once it was found out that there was a living witness, your life would be on the line and so would the case that was being built against their criminal empire.

With your safety in check, the triplets were called in. Ari Levinson, Andy Barber and Steve Rogers had all worked for the Witness Protection Program, triplets who had given themselves different last names in order to add another layer of personal protection.

Ari and Steve were the best the WPP had for agents.

The two of them were ex-navy SEALs, two men who were battle-hardened and incredibly skilled with as many weapons as they could get their hands on. They had taken every opportunity given to them to become deadly soldiers hellbent on protecting those that needed them most.

They had become out of the brotherhood and deadly them that had encroached upon some of the most terrifying and deadly missions that were thrown at their squad. They had served and served their purpose well, and only after retirement had they continued to do good with another agency.

Andy had chosen to go to law school instead of joining the military like his brothers had, choosing to take the avenue of criminal prosecution and the courts. His intent was just as noble as Steve and Ari’s, he had felt that drive and need to protect people who couldn’t protect themselves.

It was after he had graduated from law school, becoming more seasoned as a lawyer, that the three of them joined the program.

“-she’s safe. Andy is with her getting more details about that night. They’re waiting to hear just like we are, we need confirmation that the safe house and all the documents are ready.” Steve crossed his arms over his chest before he turned his head, gazing at the clock hanging off the wall.

They were called to their director’s office and told to bring what they needed for a long-term stay with no foreseeable end date.

They had been ripped off one case, set upon another and given little detail as to where they were going or what the game plan was. Even with the files they had read, and what they had been told, there was still so much hidden from them.

“Orders.” The door to the office opened, and one of their team members entered with a manila envelope for each of them, closing and locking the door behind herself. “Star witness is ready for transport and you two have gotten your alibis.”

“Married?” Steve exclaimed in surprise, turning over the fake IDs, the faux passports and two sets of keys. “This is the ploy?”

“You’re headed for an isolated, almost self-contained town in the middle of nowhere. You got married last year and are seeking relocation to escape the rush of the big city, you’re wanting to settle down somewhere quiet to raise a family. Ari is gonna be foreman with local lumber yard, Steve you’ll be working from home as an online editor, both of you are skilled with your hands.”

“And Y/N?” Ari had reached for the cigarettes to his left, flipping open the lid of the box to grab a white filtered dart, his fingertips grasping the end as he yanked it out.

“She has to be with one of you at all times. If she’s not with Steve at home, she’s with you at the lumberyard.” The agent and their longtime friend had come to rest her hands on her hips, watching the two men as they thumbed through the envelope they were given, looking at the necessary paperwork for their new lives.

“Where does Andy fit in?”

“This town you’re going to,” the agent drew in a breath and huffed it out in a short burst, “the entire town is made of polyamorous units. It’s the perfect cover for having three men living with or visiting her. No one would bat an eye at having a young polyamorous family like the one you’re acting as-“

“Polyamory? Won’t that attract more attention from these sick fucks?” Steve raised an eyebrow, gaze flitting toward Ari.

“There’s more of them out there than you think. Besides, the world is a big place and there’s a lot of rumours that she headed into Europe.” With a final look at the marriage certificate, the drivers licenses, fake passports, housing deeds, the story had been set.

“Andy travels for work, he spends more time away than home. Long stints abroad, a week here and there at home.”

The question that hadn’t been asked had received an answer and then their friend and agent nodded her head. “Let’s get you boys some wedding rings and get you settled at home.”

“And where’s our young bride?” Ari questioned, shoving his paperwork back in the envelope.

“With her third husband, waiting for you two. Let’s go.”

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sweetescapeartist · 11 months

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Cont'd: And I'm not even saying I necessarily want to see it. I just think it's really, really weird that it really seems like no one has EVER tried to write that. I mean shoot, even if you leave Videl out, no one's done it. Seems really odd to me, you know what I mean? I've even seen this scenario done with Mr. Satan, for crying out loud, and they included 18 in there despite being very happily married. But never Krillin and the "unhappy" wives. Just plain weird.

Continuation of this ask...

I totally agree. Ppl would rather turn a character who isn't perverted and good with women into Krillin- I mean a harem protagonist. Krillin fits the role so perfectly that its insane others don't make more content with him.

The lack of positive Krillin scenarios just reveals how many beta males and beta females there are in the fandom. And I hate using the terms "beta" & "alpha." But a true "alpha" takes care of his family's needs & is reliable. Sorry but, the Saiyans don't really take care of the needs of their women.

Bulma is super rich and Vegeta mooches off her so he can train all day.

Chi-Chi does most of the work while Goku helps out some but wants to leave to train often and does so more often in DBS.

The money of Videl's family is what bought everything for her family while Gohan is more concerned with books.

They aren't bad ppl, but they aren't alpha males. Family values is not something in the nature of Saiyans. Them sticking around their wives even for as long as they have is not like Saiyans who care more about combat (or books in Gohan's case). Compared to other Saiyans, they would be alphas. But not compared to Earthlings.

Saiyans are fighters, not family men. Saiyans are built for combat & derive pleasure form it while Earthlings are built to reproduce & have fun doing so. And Krillin keeps him infinite energy wife thoroughly pleased in multiple ways? The writing is on the wall.

And the only DB gal who might go for Mr. Satan is Bulma since he's basically "human Vegeta." The arrogance, believing his own lies, attitude, actually fearful when he can't bully those stronger than himself. But Bulma would regret getting with him just as she did when she first got with Vegeta.

#Krillin #harem scenarios #DB #DBZ #DBS #sorry for taking so long #last year was a hell of a year for me #this year has been a bit rough for me too but for different reasons

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