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heejinnien · 3 years

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bts | roses chapter one

word count: 3.9k words

pairing: bts x reader

synopsis: y/n is a member of the seoul behavioral analysis unit. usually, she’s the cat in the typical game of cat and mouse played with the criminals they catch, but when a mysterious string of murders has her on edge, she discovers she’s caught the attention of one of a dangerous criminal — and he’s determined to make her pay for it.

or, not all attention is the good kind.

genre: horror, angst

warnings: yandere themes, descriptions of gore, descriptions of violence, murder, the reader carries a gun because they need to defend themself against bad guys, guns, manipulation, victim blaming, this is overall just a very dark fic

author’s note: this chapter takes place one month before the events of the prologue, and the prologue isn’t necessary to understand it. this chapter was originally 2k words before i did a deep edit. the “terms used throughout this fic” section of the masterlist was updated to include terms in this chapter. if you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to shoot me an ask or dm, or just let me know your thoughts! i would be happy to explain things to you, and i would also love to hear your feedback or who you think is suspicious. as always, adhere to the warnings and do not read if any of those things trigger you.

roses masterlist

“Y/N! How have you been?”

The elevator doors open with a ding, revealing your best friend and coworker, Jungkook. He gives you a hug, squeezing you tightly. “I missed you so much, how was Busan?”

“It was great, Kook, thanks for asking.” Your lips quirk upwards as you smile at your best friend. “I’m ready to be back, though.”

“I’m ready for you to be back, too, Jimin has been insufferable with you gone. He keeps stealing my banana milk,” Jungkook whines, and you laugh, ruffling his hair playfully.

“Well, did you steal his jam? Again?”

Jungkook coughs, suddenly taking interest in the floor’s pattern, and you laugh. “I haven’t been gone that long and you’ve already managed to get yourself into trouble.”

“He started it — ”

“Y/N, Jungkook.”

Jungkook immediately ceases his accusation, and you both turn at the familiar sound of your team’s leader’s voice. Namjoon walks down the hallway towards you, air full of authority and pristine shoes echoing against the tile floor, giving you a nod in recognition. You recognize the grim set of his mouth and already know what he’s going to say.

“I’m sorry to cut the reunion short, but we have a case,” he says.

Silently, you and Jungkook follow your team’s leader to the briefing room. The rest of your team is already there — Hoseok gives you a friendly wave, Seokjin blows you a kiss, Jimin nods in your direction, Taehyung smiles, and Yoongi grunts, leaning back in his chair and looking as if he’ll fall asleep at any moment. As you and Jungkook take your seats, Namjoon turns and powers on the TV screen mounted in the room, pulling up an array of photographs. Three unfamiliar faces are positioned at the top of the screen, and photographs of the crime scene and what you assume are their bodies are displayed below.

“This is Soojin, Miyeon, and Soodam. Over the past month, Incheon police have been finding their bodies scattered in alleys cutting through the city. Soodam is the most recent victim and was found this morning, and that’s when the police contacted us. Yoongi has sent further details about the crime scenes to your tablets.”

You reach down for your bag, pulling out a thin, black device. Around you, your teammates do the same, and you power the device on, quickly bypassing the standard security protocol and pulling up the recent photographs. Instantly, the photographs of the crime scene make you reel back in a mixture of surprise and disgust. Although you are by now a decorated agent, the sheer brutality of each murder catches you off guard.

Stab wounds and lacerations cover each victim. Blood mats each victim’s skin, making their features almost unrecognizable, and a jagged, gaping incision at the neck immediately draws your attention. Each victim’s skin is ashy and waxen, and copious amounts of blood are spattered throughout each crime scene. Beside you, Yoongi, never one for gore, looks as sick as you feel.

“The coroner said that the cause of death for each victim was exsanguination,” Jimin says, reading the forensic report off his tablet. You quickly switch to that file, scanning through the official document.

“This definitely looks like overkill,” Jungkook adds, and his face is so calm and composed it is as if you are discussing the appearance of a floral arrangement. Looking around the table, the rest of your teammates’ faces are also indifferent. You suppose that’s what happens when you’ve seen as much as you have, but the sheer brutality of this crime still makes you uneasy.

“It says the unsub has been leaving behind white roses at each crime site,” Jin, passively swiping through the crime scene photographs. “They look staged, each victim was posed so that they’re holding the rose.”

“White roses typically symbolize innocence and purity, while red ones symbolize love.” Taehyung ruminates. “Maybe the killer is trying to make some sort of point about his victims?”

“Like they’re cheaters?” You suggest. “This could have a double meaning, maybe he sees them as tainted or impure.”

“Whatever it is, it’s clear he has a preference.” Hoseok waves his hand idly. “Each of the victims had black hair and brown eyes.”

Namjoon nods at each member’s point, face thoughtful. “When we get there, we should break up into smaller units and examine each part of the profile. Y/N and Jungkook, head to the crime scene. The leading detective on the case will meet you there, see if he can tell you anything else. Taehyung, begin a geological profile, Hoseok and Jimin begin the unsub’s profile, and Jin and I will begin victimology. Yoongi, start checking into each victim’s lives, we need to see if they had any overlap or somehow knew each other at all.”

You and your teammates nod at your assignments, standing and gathering your things. Yoongi gives everyone a lazy smile before slipping out the door, heading back to his computer lab.

Namjoon continues. “The unsub will strike again soon so the Incheon police need us down there now. It’s a half-hour drive down there, so wheels up in twenty minutes.”

“Detective Jaehyun.”

You and Jungkook slam the doors of your car shut, gravel crunching underfoot as you greet the Incheon police’s head detective. You give him a courteous smile, you and Jungkook both giving his hand a quick, firm handshake.

“Pleasure to meet you, although I wish I could say it was under better circumstances.” You jerk your head in the direction of the alley. “What can you tell us about this victim?”

“Agent Y/N, Agent Jungkook.” Jaehyun nods at both of you before waving an arm in the direction of the crime scene. “A random passerby stumbled upon the body this morning.”

“What were they doing in this alley? It’s pretty remote,” Jungkook asks, boredly appraising the empty lot around you that the alley leads from. “You said they were coming from this direction, too, right?”

“The other end opens up along a busy shopping street, and if traffic is busy sometimes people will park here and use the alley to get there.”

“Are there any cameras?”

“Here? Unfortunately not.” Jaehyun’s face is grim. “We’ve been asking the city for months to get them repaired, but with everything happening an old parking lot isn’t on their priority list. They would rather keep making the main city look more modern and impressive because that’s where all the tourists go.”

You hum, noncommittal. You step in the direction of the alley, soaking in every detail of the scene. Although you saw photographs of it, you still don’t ever think you could ever be truly ready for the gravity of it to sink upon you.

Blood coats the walls like a mural, pools on the ground like a shimmering mirror. The blood staining the concrete and brick is dark, while the liquid pooled on the ground still appears bright, fresh.

“This is a lot of blood.” You observe dryly.

“Yes, well,” Jaehyun purses his lips. “Recent lab results show that most of the blood doesn’t actually belong to the victim.”

You pause, head snapping up to look at the detective. “That wasn’t in the report.”

Jaehyun swallows dryly. “We didn’t think to check for it in our first few victims.”

“Did you not run toxicology on them?” Jungkook asks, voice hard, and if possible Jaehyun looks nervous.

“We didn’t think to; the cause of death was obvious.”

Jungkook exhales, closing his eyes for one beat, two, and then opens them, fixing Jaehyun with a look that could send him two feet under. “The report you gave us said that there was a one week window between when each of the victim’s was reported missing and when they were found. That means they were most likely kidnapped and subdued during that time. There are abrasion marks on their wrists and ankles from when they were held captive, but no blunt force trauma to the head, which rules out the unsub launching a surprise attack on them when capturing them. Did you not think to investigate how they were taken?”

Jaehyun stutters, unintelligible, and Jungkook scoffs. Glancing at Jungkook, you speak to the detective, voice soft.

“It doesn’t matter now. What kind of additional blood was found?”

Jaehyun’s eyes flicker between you and Jungkook, and he swallows hard. “We aren't sure, but the coroner narrowed it down to animal’s blood. He thinks it might be lambs.”

You silently exchange glances with Jungkook, recognizing the familiar furrow of his brows that signals he’s deep in thought. “What are you thinking?”

“Well, the killer definitely knew their way around the streets here,” Jungkook theorizes. “The use of lamb’s blood was probably to add to the terror of whoever finds the body.”

You nod in agreement. “This is a city, so there aren’t many farms or areas to house animals here. So if the animals aren’t alive, then they’re probably dead and the next likely answer would be a butcher. We should ask Yoongi to see if any butchers or any businesses who deal with animals, alive or dead, reported anything suspicious.”

Jungkook nods and steps out of the alley, pulling out his phone. You watch him go for a moment before refocusing your attention on the alley.

“Um, Agent Y/N.”

Jaehyun shifts from foot to foot beside you, looking as though he’ll vomit. When he speaks again, it’s as if the words pain him. “There’s something else we didn’t mention.”

You allow a beat of silence to pass before raising an eyebrow, waiting for Jaehyun to continue. He clears his throat, once, twice, before continuing.

“We found a note next to the latest victim, along with the rose.” Jaehyun wordlessly pulls out his phone, seeming to struggle under your scrutinizing gaze as he searches for something before he holds the device out to you.

Displayed on it is a picture of the bloody rose that you had seen in official crime scene photos, a pair of hands wrapped around the stem. You recognize the photograph from the report sent to you, and you open your mouth to ask Jaehyun about it when you spot a small piece of cream-coloured stock, poking out of the hand.

Your eyes flicker up to Jaehyun. “Why didn’t you include this?”

Jaehyun shifts uncomfortably. “I don’t know if you know much about us, but we’re a small force policing a huge city. If word of this got out, there would be panic — much more than there already is.”

“Lives are at stake here, Detective,” you say, voice firm but not unkindly. “You can’t play around with that.”

“I know,” Jaehyun says quickly, before sighing. “Listen, Agent. Both of our jobs are to keep the people safe. You may not agree with me or my decision, but this was the right call.”

You stare at Jaehyun wordlessly, scanning Jaehyun’s face to see if you can detect anything that will tell you what to say next when you hear a crunch of gravel and look to see your best friend approach. He scarcely saves Jaehyun a glance, focusing instead on you.

“Namjoon wants us back at the station,” he says. “The rest of the team is going to share their profiles with us.”

You nod, glancing at Jaehyun briefly before heading in the direction of your car. As you turn, you spot Jungkook staring at Jaehyun, expression unreadable, and then they are both out of your sight. You open the car door, sliding into the SUV’s passenger seat and waiting as Jungkook walks around the front of the vehicle, slipping into the driver’s seat.

“I don’t trust him,” he says simply, staring out the dash as you fasten your seatbelt and he starts the car.

“Jaehyun?”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything else, humming as he pulls out of the parking lot. The tune is eerily beautiful, and it sends chills down your spine as Jungkook pulls onto the main avenue.

“That tune is beautiful,” you confess.

From his profile, you see Jungkook smile boyishly. “Thanks, I picked it up from Jimin while you were gone.”

“What song is it?”

Jungkook’s smile vanishes. “I don’t know, he never told me.”

For some reason, an uneasy air settles over the car. You wrack your brain, trying to figure out if it’s something you said, when Jungkook laughs and the tension dissipates.

“Do you remember that time you got a pair of chopsticks stuck up your nose?”

You let out a string of expletives as Jungkook laughs, the sound light and cheery, and Jungkook’s suspicious behavior is pushed to the back of your mind, already forgotten, as you two trade sarcastic comments.

With the conversation flowing smoothly, it doesn’t take long for you to arrive at the Incheon police station. You quickly hop out of the car, a sharp wind that wasn’t present earlier biting at your exposed flesh. A shiver wracks its way down your spine as you hurry to the station’s entrance, pushing open the doors, Jungkook close behind you.

Inside, Taehyung is the first to greet you, standing near a desk and flashing you a smile as he jerks his head in the direction of the back of the station. “Namjoon and the rest are in the back, I’m just picking up some files from the detectives here.”

Jungkook nods, heading in the direction Taehyung indicated and you move to follow him when Taehyung’s hand shoots out and grabs your wrist, grip gentle but firm.

“I need to talk to you.”

He glances over his shoulder and then tugs you after him, scarcely giving you time to follow his words and react.

“What is it, Taehyung?” You ask as he drags you down an empty hallway. He stays quiet, stopping outside of a door labelled “break room” and pushing it open. It’s deserted, the door swinging shut with a soft click behind you, and Taehyung turns to you, expression is inscrutable.

He opens his mouth, speaking so quickly in a low, furtive tone you strain to follow along with what he says. “I was doing some research into each of the victims. Before she went missing, Soojin had red hair, and Miyeon had brown. I couldn’t find anything on Soodam, but…”

“You’re assuming her hair was dyed, too?” You presume.

“Yes.”

“Why aren’t you telling the rest of the team this?” You grab Taehyung’s wrist gently. “And I thought you were doing the geological profile.”

“Why are you telling me this now?” You ask gently, recognizing the fervent, determined glint in Taehyung’s eyes.

“I am, I mean, I was. I was going to, I just…” Taehyung groans and runs a hand through his hair. “I was, but something about the victims was nagging me so I called Yoongi to see what he had.”

Taehyung fixes you with an unimpressed look. “You know why, Y/N. Don’t tell me you didn’t think about it earlier.”

You swallow, remaining pointedly silent. You had thought about the similarities between you and the victims earlier, but had pushed it aside as your paranoia, a hazard of your occupation.

“Just promise me you’ll be careful, okay?” Taehyung pleads, voice soft.

“I will be,” you promise. “We’ll catch this guy, don’t worry.”

Taehyung smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, and you can’t erase the sinking feeling in your gut.

“Detective Jaehyun, I just saw you a few hours ago.”

You release a pair of gloves, feeling the latex snap against your skin and give the Incheon detective a wry smile, flashes of blue and red lights illuminating his face. You and Jimin stand at the entrance of another alley, the lights of the police cars responding to the scene and flashlights from the other officers providing you your only source of luminance. “Who’s the latest victim?”

“Kim Jisoo,” Jaehyun says, holding up the police tape for you to enter the crime scene. You do so, Jimin following close behind you. “She was found by Kim Jennie, her roommate. She said she had just seen Jisoo this morning, and they often cut through this alley to get back to their apartment.”

You crouch by Jisoo’s body, nose wrinkling at the combination of death and copper that pervades your nostrils. Out of the corner of your eye you see Jimin cringe at the sight, and you can’t help but agree. Somehow, it looks more visceral, more horrifying in person.

Like the other victims, multiple stab wounds litter Jisoo’s body. Blood matts her hair and clothing, and a gaping, visceral hole is torn in her neck. Her hands are positioned so that they are resting on her stomach, a single rose clutched in between them. Your eyes seek out any hints of cream, but you find none and your eyes flicker up to Jaehyun.

He opens his mouth, hesitating. Ultimately he decides against whatever he was going to say next, staring at you wide eyed, and you gather the meaning perfectly well. There was also another note. You purse your lips, annoyance rippling through you.

Jimin reaches for the flower, gently tugging it from Jisoo’s grasp. “The flower is freshly cut,” he says, prodding carefully at one of the petals. “I’ll have the lab run the blood who or what it belongs to.”

“Most of the wounds on her body aren’t as deep as the previous victim’s.” You gesture to the victims’ body. “Maybe because she wasn’t kept as long as the others and the unsub couldn’t take his time.”

“That means the unsub is speeding up his attacks and most likely devolving,” Jimin says grimly.

“I’m willing to bet the victim was killed in this alley, the time frame was too short for the unsub to abduct her, transport her to wherever he kept the other victims, and dump the body.” You chew on your lip in thought. “Detective, are there any cameras nearby?”

“There are cameras positioned on the main street, but with the way they’re positioned none of them capture the alley’s entrance,” Jaehyun responds, grimacing.

“How many alleys aren’t covered by camera surveillance?” Jimin asks, handing the rose to a nearby officer to place in an evidence bag and standing, peeling off his gloves.

“I don’t know for sure, but I would say about fifty or so.”

Jimin swears, and Jaehyun flinches at the sound. “That’s fifty places the unsub could be heading next. This city is ripe with potential victims, too.”

“We should head back and let the rest of the team know,” you suggest to Jimin. He nods, and together you walk out of the alley. You pause by the entrance. “I’m going to get a ride back with Detective Jaehyun, there’s something I need to talk to him about.”

Jimin nods, unquestioning, and slips silently into the car. You stand, watching him drive away before turning to the detective. His appearance is ashen in the light, and you give him a dry smile.

“Well, Detective? Shall we?”

He nods stiffly, slipping into the police cruiser. You slide into the passenger seat as Jaehyun turns the key in the ignition, the car rumbling to life beneath you.

You waste no time, and as Jaehyun backs the car out you ask, “What did the notes say?”

“Agent Y/N — ”

“Listen,” you say forcefully, cutting the Incheon detective off. “I don’t agree with your reasoning, but I’m not going to fight you on it. But I need to know what those notes say.”

Jaehyun is silent. Finally, he sighs, keeping one hand on the steering wheel and, briefly pressing his finger against it, tossing you his phone with the other. “It’s in the gallery.”

You pull up the app, ready to chastise Jaehyun about why he has official evidence from a crime scene on his personal phone when you spot them.

It’s a basic photo, the cream paper the focus of the frame and resting on a desk, words typed on it in black ink. You swipe through them, quickly scanning the paper’s contents until you reach the most recent one. This photograph is different, blurry and dark, and you can tell it was taken at the crime scene you left moments ago.

“Do you see why I kept them hidden?” Jaehyun asks when you wordlessly hand his phone back to him.

“Let’s just say,” you begin, pausing to consider your words. “For your sake, I hope that your actions aren’t to blame for anymore deaths, Detective.”

You sit cross-legged on your hotel bed, idly scanning through case files and eating a carton of take-out jjangmyeon. Even though Incheon is not far from your residence in Seoul, Namjoon had still decided that the team would stay in a local hotel; in case anything happens, you can respond quickly.

Taehyung had shared his discovery about the victim’s hair with the team earlier, and you would have been blind to notice the glances that flickered between your teammates and the photographs of the victims and yourself. Luckily, Namjoon had chosen not to comment on it, instead instructing you all to focus on the results of your team’s earlier profiling.

Hoseok and Jimin reported their profile of the unsub (“upper twenties to early thirties, male”). Jin reported that he hadn’t found any overlap between the victims’ lives, and you and Jungkook reported what Jaehyun had told you about the animal blood. You had chewed on your lip earlier, unsure whether or not to tell your leader about the notes. Fortunately or unfortunately for you, that’s when Namjoon had received the call about the latest body, sending you and Jimin to check out the crime scene before you could say anything.

You pick up a photograph of Kim Jisoo, your latest victim. It is a recent picture of her and a group of her friends, given to the police by her roommate to help with the positive ID. In the picture, both are wearing a pleated uniform and holding up diplomas. Your heart wrenches as you realize that she was a recent college graduate and now will never have a chance to pursue her dreams. Another life cut short, just like that.

A heavy knock on your hotel room door causes you to jump, your hand knocking your noodle container aside. You curse, quickly scrambling for the napkins on the bedside table.

“One moment!” You say loudly, hoping whoever is knocking can hear you. You swear under your breath as you throw the napkins on your bedspread, moving aside the case files that were luckily spared and pressing down on them, hoping that can remove the dark stain that formed from the oily noodles. After a few frantic presses and a few noodles thrown off the bed, you rush to the door, hurrying to unlock it.

“Who is it?” You ask, sliding the lock open and pulling open the heavy door.

You are greeted with silence. The hallway is empty.

You frown, scanning the empty corridors for any sign of life but tacky, floral wallpaper is the only thing that greets you.

You glance down at the disjointed striped carpet and see a blank white envelope. Glancing down the hallway once more, you pick it up, retreating into your room and shutting the door behind you. You reach for your phone, tempted to text Jungkook about it, but you stop before you can press the call button, assuring yourself it is nothing. You plop in your desk chair, tearing the side and running your finger along the top of the envelope.

Peering inside, you are greeted with a plain piece of cream colored cardstock. Realization dawns on you and the stench of copper and rose wafts out of the letter as an image of Jaehyun’s phone flashes in front of your eyes.

You scream.

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Consequences -「Son Dongju」

♠ - exorcist!Xion X demon!Reader

♠ - genre: exorcist!au, angst, suggestive

♠ - words: 1,8K

♠ - A/N: I know my stories are not the best, but I still hope they are not terrible. I would need more words to do a good story but unfortunately I don’t have the time. Please, forgive me, everyone♥

♠ - 4th October - ♠ creeptober ♠

♠ - warnings - mentions of religion, disrespect of sacred place, mentions of blood, exorcism, coercion

♠ - English is not my first language, so please, excuse my mistakes

Dongju was a regular boy from the countryside. Hardworking, generous, kind, peaceful and devoted to his faith in God, the good and bad, and the afterlife. Since he was a little boy, he wanted to work for the church, and not because of money or prestige. He just wanted to help people and lead them to be better. Because he believed everyone is kind in their true nature. His parents were intensely proud when he got accepted to the theology school as a common farmer child, but they said he has unique qualities and determination to be part of God's servants.

Soon, he didn't know why, but Dongju started to find interest at the more of a dark spectrum of his faith. It didn't mean he wanted to become a sinner. He just became captured by all the dark myths surrounding him, and the fascination of the other side of the coin. Exorcism fascinated him the moment he got to know about it, and even though it was hard, sometimes even sad or disgusting to look at what was happening, he didn't give up.

Soon he became very good at his job of casting out demons off from bodies of innocent people. Until one time...

The moon was in the first quarter that night when Dongju arrived in a small village on the Han River. He came on the request of the head of the village, who sent a letter asking for help for his supposedly possessed daughter. And it turned out it was the case.

Dongju was next to her bed for the whole night, trying to get the stubborn evil spirit out of the young girl's body. The demon was talking throught her. First just making fun of him, but as time was passing by, the demon used the girl's body to start touching Dongju in places that weren't appropriate. As this started, Dongju took her hand in his and started saying out loud prayers, begging higher powers to kick the evil spirit out while intensely looking into the girl's eyes, making sure the demon can hear and see him clearly throught the young girl.

The screams of agony were echoing throught the house as the method was finally working, and the painful process of the stubborn demon leaving without its permission started. The girl's hand where Dongju was holding the rosary started burning, causing the smell of scorching human flesh to fill the room. Her eyes went up, the iris not even seen anymore, mouth opened in suffocating scream and the body trembling in an inhuman manner.

"Crux sancta sit mihi lux, not draco sit mihi dux..." that was the beginning of the prayer Dongju was repeating. "Vade retro satana, Nunquam suade mihi vana..." he continued even throught the screams and the girl biting his arm, piercing his skin and little creek of blood were falling down the rosary and then to the floor. "Sunt mala quae libas, Ipse venena bibas." he finished with the last part saying that what they are offering is not wanted and the entity should drink their own venom.

As he looked the last time deep in girl's eyes, he fell into a vision.

He suddenly saw the face of a woman. The woman had white eyes and a smirk playing on her red lips. Her voice resonated in his mind like an echo, "You think you this ends here?" she chuckled, "We'll meet soon... Son Dongju." and that was the moment the illusion in his mind fell apart, and he came back to reality, kneeling next to the bed holding the burned girl's hand, bleeding himself.

After that, everything went smooth like usually. Dongju was happy that the family gave him some little money and cooked dinner. Yes, he was starving, and yes, he was in need of money also. He was one of the best exorcists, but the church distanced themselves from him a long ago when he didn't agree to scam people out of money even when the humans around them wasn't possessed, just ill.

Since then he was travelling, trying to earn money and then sending them to his parents because their business wasn't going really well and they were both ill.

He thanked the family, took his things and probably an hour before sunrise, he got on his journey back home. As he was passing a church that was in the same village, he decided to go in, pray for a while, and think about the vision he got.

As he opened the heavy wooden door, the cold air and smell of myrrh hit his senses. It was familiar and felt safe. Nothing bad could happen in this saint place. He got on his knees in front of the altar, connected his hands, closed his eyes and started praying, thanking the higher power that he could save the young girl this night.

"Well, well, well... who we got here, huh? Isn't it the same punk who forced me out of that body and interrupted my fun time?" suddenly a smooth women voice echoed through the church. Dongju's eyes immediately opened he stood up and quickly looked for the source of the dangerously seductive voice.

He froze to the ground as he saw an actual demon for the first time in front of him. How did he know? Well, it was more than obvious. Her eyes purely white, giving no clue of actual living being inside. Her raven black hair was falling to her thighs, and her ashy skin was looking too unhealthy for blood even pulsating underneath. Her sharp nails painted in same black colour as her plump lips.

Dongju immediately squeezed his rosary, "How did you get here? This is a sacred place!" he shouted at her not exactly sure what he should do since he was never in such a situation before. "Sacred? Here? Ha! Let me laugh. This place was never even consecrated, my dear. Why you think this place has the most possession cases, huh?" she chuckled and smirked, looking at his handsome being up and down.

Dongju just gulped but didn't say anything. She rolled her eyes even though he couldn't see, because of the white colour. "Look, I don't want to hurt you," she started slowly walking 'down the aisle' to him, but he immediately showed the rosary up, trying to protect himself in panic. "Woah, Woah... slow down, baby boy. I said I don't want to hurt you." she said stopping a couple of meter in front of him.

"Then what do you want?" he asked. "I wanna work with you. As simple as that." she smiled. "W-what?" he was confused now. "You know... I would possess someone's body, and you will easily get 'rid of me' and get the reward, which we would spread in half. Good plan, right?" she leaned her head to the side as if it was the most normal thing happening.

Dongju was slowly going crazy. This wasn't real, right? "No... this... you.." he pointed at the female demon, " you are not real. This is just a dream, or I'm too tired, and it is happening just in my head." he said taking a deep breath, trying to calm down.

"Oh, it is very much real, baby boy." she walked to him, "Should I show you how much?" she whispered with a smirk. Dongju at that moment put the rosary at the side of her neck, making the demon scream in pain and walk back two steps.

"Ouch! That hurt, you know?!" she held the place when he burned her ashy skin a bit.

"No, you are not real. I'm just hallucinating. I saw you before when I was helping that girl, it is just my imagination." he was trying to lie to himself again because he was a little scared now.

"It was me, you idiot!" she sighed in annoyance. "Ok, I'll help you to believe. And because you interrupted my fun in that human's body, you can see it as a punishment," she said with a smirk on her face. In a matter of one second, she was standing behind Dongju and hilding him under the neck. That was the moment the young exorcist finally accepted that this is real, and a real demon is going to kill him.

"Oh, no, no, no. I won't kill you," she said. "Y-you know how to read my mind?" he gulped as her long nails scratched his neck slightly. "And not just that... don't worry your punishment will be pleasant, I promise," she whispered the last two words.

The beautiful but freaky demon girl suddenly connected their bodies as close as possible, "Just relax and enjoy..." she smirked as she slowly pushed herself into his body, becoming part of him, possessing him.

Dongju suddenly just heard her voice in his head. "Mmm, your body is strong and healthy." she giggled, "What a pretty young man we have here?" she chuckled and moved with his hand without him approving. "Leave me alone!" he shouted in his mind. He could see and feel everything throught his eyes and body but just couldn't control any of his body parts.

"Let's have some fun since you ruined my last entertainment." she chuckled in his mind and sat his body down on the bench, the one right in front of an altar. "Now let's show your Lord how he created you in his image." she giggled.

Dongju's hands moved under her power and started buttoning down his dress shirt and pulling down his trousers slowly. "What? NO! Let me go, you insane demon!" he whined in his mind. "No. I have a weak spot for handsome cute humans, I wanna you to enjoy yourself." she chuckled again.

She took down finally his underwear and here he was. Completely under demons control, naked in front of an altar.

"Please, let me go. I..." he didn't even finish the sentence as his hand under your power took his bare member and started stroking up and down in slow teasing motions. Dongju whined in his mind. It felt so bad, so embarrassing, so degrading, but the actual physical pleasure as his hand was going faster under the demon woman control was undeniable and liked the feeling even though he was disgusted by himself.

"Your mind can try to stop me, but your body wants it so bad. I'm a very polite demon but no one interrupts my fun without consequences," she smirked when he finally moaned as she made him grip his already hard cock tighter. "Maybe I'll let you have your fun with me later because I saw how you were looking at me, baby boy." she was having so much fun torturing the young man.

"But now your consequences are that I'll make you cum right here, on the altar of your lord so he can see you clearly..."

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Ownership - Chapter 20 (A Kylo RenxOC AU)

Cora Ardmore and Kylo Ren work for rival companies, but they don’t know that until after they spend the night together. Once their identities are revealed to each other it’s a question of who will cave first?

This fic is mostly porn, pure kinky porn.

Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. If you would like to be tagged, let me know.

Warnings: No Cora in this chapter, Violence, Guns, Alcohol, Threats/Threatening behaviour, Language, Armitage Hux is always a warning

Chapter 20

Kylo Ren

Armitage and I had gone back to his room after opening the accounts. We ordered dinner, debating what to do with the rest of our time in Puerto Rico. Before we got any further, there was a knock at the door. Armitage and I exchanged confused glances; we’d ordered dinner not even five minutes ago. It couldn’t be here that quickly. Armitage got to his feet and answered the door, taking a thick A4 envelope from someone. Closing the door, he looked the package over. It wasn’t labelled or addressed. “You didn’t order anything, did you?” I asked.

Before Armitage could answer my phone rang in my pocket. I couldn’t help but feel we were being watched. Snoke came up on the caller I.D and Armitage shot me a looking, telling me to hurry up and answer it. Hitting the answer button, I then put the call on loudspeaker. “Hey, I’m guessing you got my earlier text,” I answered. “I did. A package should arrive soon for you and Armitage. I have one more job before you come back tomorrow.” Armitage tore open the package and tipped the contents on the table. A pistol and silencer clanged against the hardwood table. My stomach dropped at the sight.

“We’ve received the package, sir,” Armitage spoke. “Good. There’s an investor that’s threatening to pull out and throw his weight around. I think he needs a little reminder or persuasion on why he should stay on board. I’ll send the info over, but I trust the two of you to get the job done. The package will help with persuasion, it’s up to you two how much you use it.” “Of course. We’ll ensure the investor calls when we change their mind.” “Good, then the both of you will get your first payment.”

Snoke hung up, but even with him no longer listening in didn’t feel an ounce of relief. I’d had a feeling there would be something else, but I didn’t know if I could go through with something like this. Cora definitely wouldn’t approve. “This is fucked. I didn’t sign up for this,” I spoke, clearly panicked. “So, you’re going to fail at the first hurdle? The going gets tough and you’re just going to give up? You wouldn’t want to disappoint Cora, now would you? You wanted her to write this story and you’re going to deny it to her?” Armitage responded, clearly annoyed. I shot him a glare, hating that he was right, hating that he was using Cora against me.

“She can’t find out about this,” I told him firmly. Armitage raised an eyebrow, smirking at me, “And why not? Honesty is the key to any relationship, isn’t it?” Before I could argue back with him, my phone vibrated with a new text message. Opening it, I read the message from Snoke aloud. “The investor can be found at room 50. Ask for Dryden Vos.” Everything was making sense now. Snoke had seemed pretty eager for Armitage and I to be here this weekend and obviously it wasn’t just to open an account. He knew the investor would be here.

Armitage still didn’t seem phased by any of this, “I’ll do the talking. Seeing as your much better at looking intimidating.” “None of this bothers you?” “I know better than to trust Snoke. I thought you would know that by now too.” My jaw clenched at his comment. If I trusted Snoke then I wouldn’t be here, I wouldn’t be doing all of this to put him behind bars. But I was afraid of how far I would need to go to bring Snoke to justice. “You know we have to do this. Not just for the story, but to assure Snoke that we can be trusted. Besides the guns clearly just for show. That being said, I would advise you to wear gloves if you brought them,” Armitage took a softer approach this time.

“Why would I bring gloves to Puerto Rico?” I asked as if it were a trick question. “Well, you’ll be bringing them for any future trips. Do not touch anything.” Armitage headed for the bedroom, returning a few minutes later with a pair of black leather gloves. Once he’d put them on, he attached the silencer to the end of the pistol and hid the firearm in his jacket. “Let’s get this over and done with now,” Armitage declared. Following him out of the room and through the hotel, I remained as calm as I could. He was right; I had to do this. So long as I didn’t have to kill anyone, I could do this. Once we reached room 50, Armitage knocked on the door and we waited. Armitage was still calm and collected whilst I was visibly anxious.

The door opened to a tall, middle-aged male in a bathrobe. He righted a strand of ashy blonde hair whilst his other hand nursed a glass of alcohol. He looked at us expectantly with blue eyes. But the most striking of his features were the scars across his face. “Yes?” He asked, his accent telling us he was British. “Dryden Vos?” Armitage asked. “Yes, what do you want?” He was growing more impatient. “We’re here to discuss your investment with The First Order.” Dryden rolled his eyes but let us in, “I suppose I’ll hear you out. Not that there’s anything you can offer me, which would change my mind.”

Stepping into the suite, I realized it was one of the private ones. Complete with a pool that overlooked the beach. Thankfully Dryden was alone, the privacy would be very helpful. Dryden sat down on the black couch, making himself comfortable. He motioned for us to take a seat. He seemed to have been expecting this encounter, and something about that didn’t sit right with me. Armitage sat whilst I remained standing. “So Snoke couldn’t be bothered to talk to me himself and sent the two of you?” Dryden asked. “He’s a very busy man. Your investment, if very important to him, that’s why he made sure someone could discuss your decision with you,” Armitage replied. “Well, I’ll tell you what I told him. I’m no longer interested in working with a man that uses my investment money for his personal uses and not company uses. He’s lucky I don’t take him to court.”

An understandable reason to pull out of company investment. If it weren’t for the circumstances, I would have commended Dryden for cutting ties with Snoke. But I couldn’t. “And what proof do you have of this exactly?” Armitage asked. “I know he’s using the money to fund his personal projects and I have no interest in terrorism.” “Well, in that case, there’s not much more I can say to convince you to change your mind.” Dryden smiled triumphantly. Armitage glanced my way and nodded. He was the negotiator, and I was the intimidator. Grabbing Dryden by the front of his robe, I pulled him to his feet and broke his nose with my free fist. The sound he made was a mix of surprise and pain. I forced myself to keep going. A broken nose would not be a reason to change his mind.

I brought my knee up into his stomach, winding him before shoving him to the floor. “Let us know when you’ve changed your mind, Dryden. I’d hate it if we added to the scars on your face, or worse,” Armitage smiled. Taking Dryden by his robe once more, I dragged him over to the pool. He kicked helplessly, trying to pry my hand free. I didn’t want to drag this out any longer than I had too. I would not take pleasure in beating a man senseless. When we reached the pool’s edge, I forced him onto his front and shoved his face into the still water. Armitage followed, pulling his phone from his pocket. Dryden kicked and tried to push himself up from the pool’s edge until I added more of my weight.

After thirty seconds, I pulled Dryden up by his hair so he could breathe once more. He gasped and breathed in large lung fulls of air. “Changed your mind yet?” Armitage asked him. Dryden didn’t respond quick enough, so I forced him under once more. After roughly waiting forty-five seconds, I pulled him out again. This time he managed a response. “O-okay,” he breathed with difficulty. I kept my grip on him just in case, but gave him a few moments to catch his breath. Finally, he could manage more words. “O-okay, you made your point. I’ll stay,” Dryden said between coughs. “Good. Snoke will want to hear this, and you can tell him yourself,” Armitage replied.

Armitage called Snoke and put the phone on loudspeaker, holding it in front of Dryden’s face. On the fifth ring, Snoke answered. “Armitage? Everything alright?” Snoke asked. There was a pause before Dryden spoke, “its Vos. My apologies for the mixup. I’ll be remaining an investor.” “Good. I’m glad to hear it. And just to make sure it was just a mixup, you can invest a further fifty thousand in the next half an hour.” Dryden’s face dropped further, “of course.” “I’m glad it was just a simple misunderstanding. Look forward to hearing from you soon.”

There was a click as Snoke hung up before Armitage locked his phone and returned it to his jacket pocket. Our work here was done. Knowing he wasn’t a threat, I let go of Dryden and got to my feet. Dryden begrudgingly pulled his phone from his pocket and opened up his banking app. Armitage and I watched as he transferred the money before, finally, we left. Once out of the room a wave of nausea washed over me at my actions. “You did what you had to Ren. Theres no point in letting guilt eat away at you when I’m sure that’s not going to be the worst of it,” Armitage attempted to reassure me. That didn’t do anything to make me feel better. I was still worrying what Cora would think of me she found out. Not that I should care, it’s not like we were actually together. I guess I just didn’t want to do anything that might fuck up the story and turn her away from me.

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Hidden: Ch. 13

Chapter 13: Separation

(Gilbert)

Gilbert was walking out of the ballroom. All night he had danced with noblewomen and important officials to keep himself busy from not looking at Nathaniel and that whore. It just breaks his heart that he had to stand back as the crowd cheered and praised the newly weds. There were some moments where he and his lord. No, his king glanced at him. He could tell Nathaniel was getting jealousy due to him mingling with other people. It does bring him the thrill sensation. Gilly liked getting attention especially from his lover.

Now, watching both royal couples leaving the wedding feast to perform their matrimonial duties. The assistant decided to leave since his mood had been ruined. Gilbert was lost in his thoughts when his petite body bumped into someone else.

“Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.” He realized how careless he was for not paying attention.

“It’s alright. I should be apologizing for bumping a pretty creature such as yourself.” The figure was tall, he had blonde hair and his eyes were hazel green. Gilbert blushed at the comment from this mysterious stranger.

“I’m curious, why are you alone? Shouldn’t you be enjoying the party?” The same man continued.

“I’m not in the mood to be around many people.” In a way it was true. Gilly didn’t want to be around with people talking about how king and queen look perfect together. It irates him.

“Ah I see. You look sad. Come, we can have a drink or few and you can tell me what’s bothering you.” the tall man said.

“But don’t you want to go to the party rather than spending time with a low status person like me, my lord?” Gilbert said. This nobleman is very kind.

The man laughed. “Oh I’m not a lord or any fancy title person. I’m just a simple man who endorses the king to help keep this island alive with resources.” The blonde man grins. Gilbert notices this man has an unfamiliar accent.

“Sir, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but where are you from? You have a strange but interesting accent.” The petite man felt his face flushed.

“I don’t mind, gorgeous. I’m from a country called Itay, but I moved to America until now. I go wherever my men go.” The Italian man said.

“Your men?” Gilly gave a confusing expression.

“Let me introduce myself. I’m Alexander Di Lorenzo, Grandmaster of the Order of Templars.” Alexander grabbed Gilbert’s hand to kiss it.

“It’s a pleasure meeting you. I’m Gilbert Fischer.” He glanced at the taller man.

(Levi)

The assassin rode on his horse racing to the capitol. He needs to get there. Throughout his journey getting to the city, his dreams of Historia crying and pleading to save her.

“Hang on there, Historia...I’m coming.” He mumbled.

As hours passed, Levi had reached his destination. Before entering further to the District Plaza where the military and politically officials buildings were located, the captain tied his horse in a stable where the creature rested to eat and drink to replenish. Levi already had his gear equipment on and let the mental object grip into a building to send him flying towards the palace.

The ODM gear had been upgraded since the battle with his uncle, Kenny Ackerman. The Scouts had started to use the new version of the gears during the Eren Jaeger attack on Marley. Levi was grateful because his gears made less noise while walking. They are still a bit heavy, but not that much before. Instead on both of his hips, they are on his back which it’s more efficient. Thank the Walls for Hange talents in making weapons as her side hobby beside fetishing over Titan science.

He made sure his hood is covering mostly his face so no one will recognize him. The raven haired man climbed on to a building then jumped onto a rooftop. Finally, he spotted the palace. His silvery grey eyes reflected from the moonlight and glared down where each of the entrance was heavily guarded. He gives props for the templars in security measurements.

Levi knows some weak points of the palace. The perks of being the husband of the queen. Quickly, the short man went to one of the weak spots and saw the window. He uses his gear to shoot up and the small crack of the building to lift himself up. Levi leaned closer to see if anyone inside was there. Since there was no sign of anyone, Levi pulled out a small switch dagger knife to unlock the window open then he slid into the palace’s hallway.

He glanced both ways to see anyone coming this way. Once everything was cleared, the male Ackerman quietly walked through the empty halls of the palace. He uses one of his gifts, the Eagle’s Vision. Now, the view is dark with blue and grey mixed. He skim through the walls which show the empty rooms being transparent.

Levi remembered every detail of the palace inside and out. He knows where he was right now. Historia’s room was located on the other side of this palace. He kept walking silently to the stairs. He avoided the unfamiliar guards at every corner of the halls. He saw a big light but there were loud noises. The captain spotted the ballroom was filled with people laughing and dancing having a great fucking fantasic time.

“Tch.” He scoffed in disgust. Nobilities and their fucking parties. In times like this, they will always make an excuse to throw parties while their nation they love so much was on the brink to collapse.

Levi resumed moving forward to find his wife. Ugh, why does this palace have to be huge? It took more than 20 minutes to get to the wing where Historia was at. He can sense her. His titan can smell her sense very near. It was always alluring whenever she’s near him. The assassin used the vision to see a petite figure in the room. It looks like Historia. It’s a good time she’s alone. Hm, what worries him is why was this too easy? Quickly, Levi opened the doors to slide into the room then closed it.

He heard a quiet sobbing noise. How it crushed him listening to the love of his life crying. His grey eyes turned to stared at the figure, Historia, who was on the bed hugging her legs to her chest. She had her face rested on her knees. The more Levi gets closer to her, the more he spotted very disturbing things on her.

Historia was completely naked from head to toes. Her golden hair that smelled sunflowers were dull and disheveled. Her body looked ashy and pale. It’s like the glow that she used to carry within had been sucked out.

“Historia?” He whispered to her.

Historia stopped sobbing and looked up when she heard a familiar voice. “L-levi? I-is that you? Oh Walls, I’m already going crazy hearing you…” Her shiny blue eyes are now lifeless. Levi felt his heart drop from the sight of his queen….his goddess.

“You’re not going crazy, my sunlight. I’m here in the flesh to rescue you.” His tone was soft. He will show his soft side only to her. She’s his sun’s rays. He sat on the edge of the bed to slowly let her absorb from what she saw.

The queen slowly crawled on the bed to get closer to Levi to see if this wasn’t an illusion. She places her shaking hand on his face to feel the familiar soft but roughness from the stumbles of his facial hair on his cheek. Still taking her time, her both hands caressing all over his face. Her heart beating fast the more excitement she realized he was here. He has come to save her. This time Historia cried for another reason. Her love is here and she’s not alone anymore.

“Oh Walls, you are here. I fucking missed you.” Her arms wrapped around him to hold him tightly with her life. Levi holds her tightly as well. Both lovers are reunited since the uprising. How ironic they caused an uprising to place Historia on the throne and yet karma is a bitch.

“Tch. I promise you. I will always be here and save you. I missed you so fucking much too.” He led her to sit her on his lap to hold her in a better position. Gently, he cradles her like a child.

“I-I’m Levi...I’m sorry.. I try to stop it. I try.” She began to mumble while sobbing. Levi can feel his shirt wet from her tears and other fluid but it doesn’t matter how gross it feels because seeing her alive is all that matters.

“Sorry for what? You have nothing to be sorry about.” He said while his hand stroked her hair softly.

“N-no Levi...they...annulled our marriage. The High Priest annulled our marriage because our union was unfit and unholy in the eyes of the Ymir and the three goddesses.” She was trying to explain.

“That’s fine it’s just a stupid paper. We don’t need anyone's blessing or permission. In my eyes, you’re my wife and I love you with every fiber of my being.” He looked into her soft eyes that he adores.

“Would you still? Would you still love me if I was married off and bedded to someone else? I feel I’m not worthy of you anyone. I feel so unclean...it hurts Levi. It still hurts.” She won’t forgive herself for not being strong enough to escape the horror she had endured.

Suddenly, Levi started to understand what she meant. He smelled the copper metallic of her blood along another scent that he despised so much. That Lord pretty boy will regret what he did to his Historia. How fucking dare he harmed her in that way? Oh when he finds him, Levi will gladly carve his body. He can feel the darkside of him when he used to live in the Underground City. The thug Levi wants to come out. He’ll let it come out soon.

“Look at me. I love you no matter what, but you will not say or think these awful words about yourself. You’re worthy as fuck. You are so clean you’re untouchable. You’re so strong. So fucking strong than I am. You use your strength to make sure our son escapes alive. Historia, you’re the most strongest and bravest woman I fell in love with. It hurts me seeing you in pain. I will make a promise that I will keep that cunt alive for you to punish him in any form you want.” He growled low in the thought of what Nathaniel had done to his wife. Fuck, he is now number one on the top list to torture the shit out of people who crossed the line. The second is Zeke. Third, some templars. Once again Eren Jaeger got saved. He does have a weak spot for that brat. No one haven’t heard from him so far.

“Will you? I want his body to be cut into many pieces but leave his head so everyone can watch what’s the consequence of being a traitor.” Her tone gave off a venomous vibe.

“I will do anything that you command. I’m your shield and sword.” Levi nuzzled the top of her head.

“You are more than just that to me. You’re my moonlight. Just like my rays of sun shine on your darkness. You maintain my light by shining my soul.” Her hand caressing his face.

“Have you met him? Our little miracle?” Historia brought up their son.

“I did. He’s perfect because he came from you. Atticus has your eyes.” Still his voice was low.

“I’m glad you got the chance to meet him. I want to go see him, Levi. I missed our boy.” She continues admiring his face.

“We will. Let’s get you out of here. I have to send him along with the Potato girl to babysit him. Levi said while gently having her stand up.

“Where did you send our son?” This made her feel anxious. She didn’t get the chance to hold him enough. It had been killing her for being away too long from Atticus.

“To New York. I need to send him. I won’t risk our child in a danger zone. We’ll be with him. Once we get out of here, I will send you to him. Both of you are going to be safe and I can be at peace knowing my family are far away from this hell.” He doesn’t want the same argument where she was reluctant to go alone.

“I see. But you will come back to us? Right? Come back alive to us?” She pleaded.

“Don’t worry. I will keep that promise.” He said.

Levi uses his cloak to cover Historia completely. He couldn’t find any clothes for her. She had explained Nathaniel punished her for being a disobedient wife and had her naked until he saw fit in giving back her clothing privilege. God damn it, is this guy trying to meet Death? Levi was disgusted at the false king.

He and Historia quietly left the room. They walked through the halls. What was strange? The atmosphere was silent. The palace felt dark and cold. Levi’s instinct told him to run. To get out quickly.

“We need to get out fast.” He told Historia. Both lovers started to run. Just when they were about to turn to the corner, they met an armed full of guards and both figures. One was that pretty boy the other was Grandmaster Di Lorenzo.

“Oh my what do we have here? The star- crossed lovers trying to leave without a greeting.” The grandmaster said with a grin. On the other hand, Nathaniel was angry. His wife was trying to escape with that criminal.

“How dare you filthy peasant to steal my queen. I will send you to your death immediately.” His yells sound like a madman. Luckily, Alexander was there to remind him of the plan.

“Now now, your majesty. It would be displeasing to kill Levi Ackerman. My Order needs him. His bloodline is an essential to our years of work. I promise after we’re done with him; you may do whatever you want.” He uses his authoritative tone at Nathan. Nathaniel may be king but the real power was Alexander as the older man can dethrone him and put someone else in charge.

Of course Nathaniel bit his tongue from trying not to say anything. Levi glared at the other man. “So who the hell are you?” Levi drew his blades, but had Historia behind him to protect her.

“Oh how silly of me, I’m Alexander Di Lorenzo, Grandmaster of the Order of the Templars. I know you very well, Assassin or isn’t it Captain?” He chuckled in toying with Levi.

“Tch. So you’re the main boss of the templars? My old man mentioned about you.” The grey eyed man glared at the templar.

“Ah yes the Mentor of Assassins. William Miles has always been a pest. I see you inherit your family’s obnoxiousness.” Alexander said.

Before Levi was about the charge at both of them, he felt a dart or two aimed on his neck. Historia screamed when she watched the darts land on Levi’s neck. The Humanity’s Strongest fell on the ground. His body became paralyzed. How could he been so stupid? It’s like all his senses have been blocked for him not to notice the danger. HIs eyes glanced at his wife who was screaming his name while being restrained by two guards.

“Have a nice nap, assassin.” The sinister smirk of Alexander was imprinted of Levi’s vision. As darkness took over, the last thing he heard was Historia’s begging and screaming.

“Levi! LEVI!” The sound faded as quietness took over.

(Mikasa)

Both girls had been walking to the destruction of the city of Liberio. The site was worse than what Eren caused back then.

“Which way again is the base?” Mikasa asked. Gabi pointed at the direction.

“It’s this way. We’re almost there.” The little girl said. Gabi had been trying to focus on getting to the military base. Most of her thoughts were about the death of her family. She prayed Reiner is fine and alive. He is her only family.

They had fought few soldiers from the enemy lines. Mikasa worried for the girl. Gabi used her rage to shoot at them. Mikasa aimed at their fatal spots to end their lives in the quickest way. The faster they get through this, the faster they'll reach their destination.

When they both were about to shoot another couple of soldiers, the soldiers shouted their names. “Gabi Braun! We’re not the enemies. We’re your comrades.” Their hands were up.

Mikasa lowered her gun and whispered to the girl. “Gabi, lower your gun they are on your side.”

Finally, Gabi lowered her weapon. She sighs as help has come for her and Mikasa. One of them asked Mikasa.

“Hey, who are you? Are you from Hizuru?” One of them said. Mikasa raised her brow in confusion. Until she remembered where her mother’s clan originally came from.

“No, I’m from the island of Paradis.” She spoke truthfully. The Asian woman awaits for them to shoot her.

“A devilspawn.” This made Gabi growl in anger. “Hey! Knock it off. She’s with me. She’s not the enemy either...not anymore.”

Mikasa nods but still has her hands up to offer peace. “I’m not here to fight or cause trouble. I’m here to help you if your superior allows it. My name is Mikasa Ackerman and-” One of the Marleyans interrupted her.

“Wait? The Mikasa Ackerman? Our Commander gave us orders to escort you safely into our base, Ackerman.” The dark eyed Marleyan said.

“You’re Commander? May I ask who would be your Commander that made this order?” Mikasa was curious because their commander wanted to protect her.

“Reiner Braun, he’s our new commander of the Marleyan army. “ Both Mikasa and Gabi were surprised at this news. They are happy that Reiner was looking for them.

“Reiner? He’s the commander?” Gabi was still processing the news. Who would ever thought her cousin got promoted to the highest ranking in their military? This is shocking for an Eldian to be promoted as such.

Mikasa let a small smile appear on her lips from thinking about Reiner. He was always meant to be a leader. A man with internal struggles trying to do what’s right. It’s difficult to achieve but she believes he can pull it off with the right people supporting him.

(Flashback)

Both Mikasa and Reiner were taking a break from their insatiable rounds of love-making. Mikasa laid her head on his chest comfortably while she felt his arm wrapped around her waist to have her closer to him.

“Who would ever thought we would be together?” Reiner said. His hand gently played with her raven hair.

“Yeah, I’m still surprised that all this time you had a secret crush on me. You didn’t seem like that when we were novices. Didn’t you have a thing for Historia?” The Asian woman glanced at her lover.

Reiner was off guard with that question. “No, I mean kind of…” The blonde haired man felt nervous from giving her his answer. He noticed Mikasa’s expression changed to annoyance. Her jealousy had shown which Reiner found it cute.

“I did also like her, but she hung out with Ymir so much. Most of the guys and I were too scared to approach her. Back then, when she went by Krista; she was every guys’ ideal wife.” He said.

Mikasa scoffed. She had heard enough. Don’t get her wrong. She loves and adores Historia. Their friendship had grown throughout the years. They may have different lives now, but once in a while they spend time together along with Sasha then later Annie joined in even though everyone was wary towards her after she woke up from her slumber.

Something deep inside her felt an insecurity that she’s not good enough to be anyone's ideal girl. Eren definitely never had liked her romantically. Even as plutonic, he always felt annoyed by her. Yes, she can be overprotective and smothering. She does it because she cared about him. Even now she still loves him, but not in a romantic way. Eren will always be her brother. No matter what he says or thinks towards her. She doesn’t regret how she felt towards him in the beginning. At least, she had learned to love someone on an intimate level. This had helped her to be ready to open her heart for someone else like Reiner.

Still, it bothered her that she was too “masculine” for a girl. The guys during their cadet years had ranked the girls in the academy based on looks and other qualities they wanted in a girl. It had pissed her off that the boys judged a girl based on how they should look or act. Guys can be such misogynistic pigs!

Mikasa was hurt when she found out they ranked her last out of all the girls in the academy. Of course, she didn’t let anyone have the satisfaction to see her; it bothers her. She tried to brush it off, but there were times it bothered her that she had broken down into tears. The only guy who saw her more than was Jean Kristein. Whenever he gets the chance to remind her, she’s beautiful too. Mikasa felt this guilt that she couldn’t give him a chance too. Jean was always kind and considered which it’s different how he acts around with everyone especially to Eren.

Since the battle at Trost, Jean slowly becomes more a leader than less of a horseface jerk. Well, the only thing it doesn’t change is between him and Eren. Besides, nobody doesn’t have the time to worry about crushes or wanting to be an ideal towards others. They are soldiers. It’s their job to fight and protect what and or they love and care so they can go back home safe and sound. These shallow thoughts were a luxury at the moment.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Reiner’s arm wrapped around her waist to have her back pressed on to his solid chest. “Mikasa, that was long ago. At that time, I didn’t know my feelings were starting to grow more towards you whenever we got the chance to spar for training. You’re more what you seem.” She could feel his breath on her ear. His lips gently kissing on her neck and shoulder like feathers.

“Hm, either way...I was too focused on Eren and making sure he doesn’t do anything reckless; but I failed. I failed him and his mother. He had gone into a dark and dangerous path yet he is so convinced it’s the only way. I’m sorry Reiner...I’m sorry for not knowing what his intentions were. Now, more deaths are counted.” Her face looked down. She doesn’t know why the attack on Liberio by Eren haad caused her a heavy burden of guilt and shame. Eren should be the one feeling those emotions. But as his sister, she could have stopped him. She watched innocent people getting killed. Bodies piled up. It shook her to the core. This hate was poison to everyone on this side of the world. This is why her generation must make the change for the future. All the deaths won’t die in vain.

“Stop Mikasa. This is not your burden. You didn’t cause the attack. Eren made his choice. You can’t always protect him of his own actions. He’s not that angry kid anymore. Do you hear? It’s not your fault.” He held her tight. Mikasa shifts her body to embrace his hug.

“I’m sorry. I’m not usually like this. This is new to me sharing my burdens to anyone.” She whispered while hugging him back.

“I’m glad you told me. It shows you have trust in me with your pain. Also, they are not bothersome if it causes you pain. I hate how it makes you sad. You have a beautiful smile.” His thumb slowly rubbed on her bottom lip.

Both her heart and stomach fluttered. He makes her feel she matters as a woman. Damn, she’s already feeling passed liking him, but not yet being in love. Her attraction with him was like a moth to it’s light. The more she spends time with him, the more she’ll admit to him saying those three simple words.

The raven haired woman comfortably rested her head on his chest again once Reiner laid back on the bed dragging her along.

“You’re my world, Mikasa Ackerman. I won’t let go of you until my dying days.” he mumbled.

“Would it be bad of me to be scared to let you get close to me?” Her eyes stared at him.

“No, it’s not. I understand why. We were bred to hate each other and to try to survive day by day. It is scary for us to open our hearts to someone else in a screw up world. Maybe instead of making it as our weakest; we can turn it into our strength.” He said.

“Seriously, you have ways with words. You can give hope in people. You’re a leader. I can see in it you.” She said.

“A leader? I don’t know...I don’t feel like I’m capable of being one.” He frowned.

“Of course you are. I've seen you act like one whenever a situation goes down hill. You step up to take charge. I hope one day you realize that. I’m sure you’re comrades can see what I see.” Her hands cupped his face to lean into a kiss.

“I’ll keep reminding you what you’re truly capable of as you do to me. We’re now a team.” Her tone became confident.

Reiner smiled and kissed her lips back. “You’re the only woman who will ever be my equal in so many ways. You are my girl always.”

(End Flashback)

The group walked to the base. Instead, where the battle is happening; Mikasa and Gabi follow the two men to a smaller entrance. As they got in, the girls were led to a big room where a long huge table with many chairs and on top of the table was a model of the city of Liberio. Mikasa saw Reiner discussing military related topics to few of the soldiers.

The assassin couldn’t help stare the way he takes charge. His sleeves were rolled up so that his biceps were flexing naturally. God damn, why does he look so hot? Mikasa’s face flushed from thinking about very explicit thoughts of Reiner. Seriously, this isn’t the time to drool at whatever Reiner is to her. He did claim she’s his girl, so is she now his girlfriend? When the time is right, she will bring it up.

She already saw Gabi run towards him to hug him tightly. Reiner turned around to embrace his cousin’s affectionate. He looked up to see Miaksa and give a warm smile. This made the Paradisian woman to shy smile back at him. The hard part of telling him about his family is coming at close. This will crush him.

Just when she was about to walk towards him, Gabi already told him what happened because his expression became angry and grief. His body was shaking. Quickly, he steps away from Gabi to walk away to be alone.

Mikasa was about to follow him, but Porco stopped her. “Let him be. He wants to be alone. He just lost his family you wouldn’t understand.” This triggered her. What is his problem towards her? She does understand what Reiner is going through. Porco has no right to assume what she does understand. Does he still see her as a villain? Hm, it doesn’t take a day for the long years of hatred to vanish.

“Don’t you dare tell me what I don’t understand. He needs someone and I promise him, I’ll be there for him.” Mikasa gave her cold tone to Porco. Of course, he flinched when the notorious Ackerman glared towards him. Her shoulder shrugged off from his hand to head towards where Reiner went. The Jaw Titan holder was about to say something, but Annie beat into it.

“Let her go to him. Reiner does need someone right now, especially her.” Annie was behind Porco who turned around to glance at the Female Titan holder.

“He doesn’t like when people check up on him.” He said.

“True, Reiner hates to let people in; but with Mikasa it's different. She’s the only one he’ll drop his wall.” Annie knew during their mission pretending to be cadets; she had caught Reiner staring at Mikasa. That's it too obvious he felt something for her. Heck she was also aware Bertholdt took a sneak peak at her. If only, she had the courage to walk up to Bertholdt and tell him that she also liked him. It’s too late now. She has Armin and it made her happy.

Annie left an contemplative Porco as she goes back to her boyfriend who was busy making contact to the Mentor to suggest forming an alliance with Marley in fighting against the Templars.

Mikasa found Reiner in another room where he was sitting on a bed. She noticed there were frames with pictures on the nightstands. She entered. “Reiner-”

“Please Mikasa...go away.” he said in sorrow. His heart is broken from the news of his family’s death.

Mikasa frowned instead of leaving him, she went towards him. Reiner heard her footsteps. He sighed and glanced up. Already, she’s in front of him. “Mikasa, I’m serious. I need to be alone.”

“Don’t lie to me. I know you need me right now. You don’t need to hide anything from me. I know what you're going through. Trust me, it's the most agonizing feeling I don't ever want anyone to feel.” She stubbornly stayed.

“Then you understand that I want to be alone.” Now, his stubbornness showed.

“Do you? Do you really want me to leave you alone and face your grief by yourself?” Mikasa was being persistent. For a while, he didn’t reply. She doesn’t want to leave him there dealing alone, but if this is what helps him. She begrudgingly turned around to leave.

Reiner finally spoke up. “Wait. P-please. D-don’t go….you’re right. I don’t want to be alone. Mikasa, m-my family are gone. Gabi will have no one after I die. I don’t know what to do?” The female assassin felt her heart squeezed from seeing his cry for help. It’s like watching the small boy in him scared of feeling alone in this world. She sat next to him and held him to comfort.

“Shhh it’s ok baby. I understand the feeling, but you’re not alone; not anymore. Gabi will never be alone either. Once you pass away, I will raise her. I promised your mother and now I'm promising to you.” She whispered to him. Her shoulder is wet from his tears. She wants to take away his pain. He is just a soul like her.

“You met my mother?” He looked at her. Mikasa nodded and gave a warm smile. “I have. She’s told me to take care of you. I guess you had told me a bit more huh?” she chuckled. “You weren’t kidding about her being insistent of wanting grandchildren. I told her I promise, I will give her one.” Her finger wiping away his tears.

“Mikasa, you don’t have to keep that promise. Just being with you has already made me happy.” he whispered.

“Reiner, I still want kids...especially you being the father. Hopefully, faith will bless us with one at least. We are already a family. You, Gabi, and me are family. Do me a favor? Don’t ever shut me out. We’re a team; remember? Grief all you want right now. I’ll go tell everyone they need a minute or more alone time to process.” Mikasa was about to get up but Reiner had moved her to his lap to cuddle her.

“Thank you Mikasa. Thank you for existing. You really are a gift to the world. You’re kind, caring, compassionate. You don’t hate others. You’re strong minded; not just physical too. I don’t know what I will do without you.” He felt grateful that Mikasa came back into his life. “Can we stay like this a bit longer?” She can feel his inner child coming out.

“Of course, we can stay here a bit more.” She kissed his forehead affectionately. She will make sure this war will end so Reiner can enjoy his months on earth peacefully and Gabi can take back her childhood that was stolen. Beside her friends and her blood family, Levi; Reiner and Gabi are her new family.

(Armin)

Armin was using an advanced device to communicate with William Miles. He remembered what it was called; a smart phone.

“Sir, I think this alliance will benefit us to defeat the templars. Also, once the war is over; with our help to win; the rest of the nations will be open for peace with the people of Paradis.” Armin was convincing his mentor about this idea.

“Hmm will they be willing to make this alliance happen? While you and Annie had left New York City on an important mission; Paradis was also under attack by the templars and dethroned Queen Historia as the rightful ruler. She gave birth to a baby boy which thank god she was enough to have him sneak out into our care. Right now, Sasha is his guardian on their way to New York. Levi left on his own to rescue her. This isn’t like him to be impulsive, but I can understand why he did it. I’m worried he hasn’t returned. Hange and I are trying to find an escape route for everyone here.” On the screen Williams was stressing from the events that happened.

“Sir, I can try to get into contact with the Ambassador Azumabito of Hizuru. She can help to find a route for you guys to escape. I’ll give her an update on what has been going on.” He said.

“Alright, Armin. You do that and let me know what she said. We couldn’t find both Commanders Nile Dok and Rico Brzenska of the Military Police and Garrison. We got information that Premier Pixis Dot is their prisoner along with some other higher officials and a few noble families who support her majesty, Historia.” Miles said.

Armin grunt his teeth. This wasn’t supposed to happen. They had calculated wrong. Now, Captain Levi left in time of their needs. Everything's in disorder.

“Should we try to rescue the Premier and the noble families?” Armin suggested.

“We don’t have enough resources. We can try to find both Commanders and unite all three regiments to figure out a way to win this war and take back the island.” The Mentor said.

Armin nodded in understanding what William said. “I see. If you want, I think I know someone who will help us to look for them.”

Will raised his brow curiously. “Is this person an ally we can trust?” In times like this, it’s difficult to trust anyone.

“Yes, sir. He had been in contact with me. He wanted to help change the world...the right way.” Armin was a bit anxious on how the Mentor would react along his friends.

“Who is this ally that can help us?” Bill asked.

“My old friend, Eren Jaeger.” Armin finally said it.

(Eren)

The dark haired titan holder was walking on a dirt road leaving the town of Trost. His face was mostly covered by his hood to conceal his identity. Eren Jaeger glanced back where the city limit of Trost stood ahead.

Eve...

He can’t believe the terrible things he had said to her. The way her eyes stared at him in disbelief. The Eldian man felt disgust at himself for hurting the woman he had grown to love. She was everything that he never thought he needed. A part of him wanted to go run back to her and beg for her forgiveness. No, he can’t. It’s better this way.

During his time with Eve, Eren had reached out Armin by letters. At first, his old friend was wary towards him. He doesn’t blame Armin since his betrayal had made a negative impact on his old comrades and friends. He had hurted Mikasa in so many ways. He may not share the same feelings as her but she is his sister. He will always love her as her brother who had saved her when they were kids. Armin had been like another sibling to him. Eren felt if they hated him it would be easier to go through the Path of awakening the Rumble.

When Eve came into his life, his mission and perspective slowly changed. He struggled if all this was worth it? Will it be worth it? What if it gets worse and he loses everything. He can’t lose more people that he loves and cares so much. Maybe there is another way but he was too blind to see it. That’s why contacting Armin was the first step to fix his errors.

Eren was grateful that Armin had a good heart and gave another chance. His blonde haired friend warned it’s not best to reach out to Mikasa yet. She still felt hurt on how Eren had treated her which it’s understandable.

Through the letters, Armin gave him an update on what had been happening. What crushed Eren was his older brother, allied with these groups called themselves The Order of Templars. What was strange? The same woman in his dream, Minerva warned him about these people.

He also found out that the government along Historia were overthrown. These templars replace a new ruler who’s Lord Nathaniel Evans. Eren heard of the nobleman before. In his opinion, he dislikes this nobleman. Humans like him made the world cruel for good people like his parents, and many more. That’s all Eren wanted. A world where people can worry small things like getting their work done by the end of the day or enjoying being with the person you’re in love with. Those are luxurious for anyone in this part of the world.

Ever since his brother, Zeke had joined with these templars; Eren had made his decision to distance himself away from his brother and the followers. To be honest, he had found them annoying. He used them to go through his plans, but their paths had changed. So his plans had changed too.

He needs to reach another town to send a letter to Armin. The last letter from his friend had mentioned asking for his help. Of course, Eren would gladly help his friend since he wants to be in his good grace along with everyone.

Hours had passed from leaving Trost. The green eyed man felt his stomach growls. Huh? Is it already supper? He had missed lunch and breakfast since he lost his appetite from leaving Eve. Her warmth presence had melted away from the years of pain and anger at the world. She had taught him the world doesn’t have to be cruel if you do let it be cruel. He chuckled at that thought and closed his eyes from remembering that conversation.

(Flashback)

“Where would you take me if I go with you?” Eren was comfortably laying on the bed with Eve.

“Hm, all over the world!” She said with enthusiasm. Eve nuzzled on his chest as just cuddling him made her smile brighter. Eren loves seeing her happy.

“Alright then.” He chuckled. “...but where to first?” He asked her with curiosity.

“To Egypt first, then we’ll go from there to see many cultures, sites, and try the local foods. So you better leave some room on your stomach ok.” The brunette teased him by poking on his stomach which they’re solid from his abs.

“Oh have you been there?” He wondered how many places she has been to?

“Yeah, a few times for my internship. I am a student at the university I attend. I am double majoring in Ancient Civilization History and Culture Anthropology.” She said.

“Wow, you must be smart or wealthy to have an education like that.” Eren was impressed.

“You can say in a way I’m smart and as being wealthy; no. My grandmother on my mom's side is wealthy. She’s the one who paid my tuition. I won’t inherit anything until she passes away which I hope she lives a bit longer…” Her tone became sad when she mentioned her grandmother.

“What’s wrong with your grandmother?” He asked in a concerning tone.

“She was diagnosed with a fatal illness five years ago. She had been strong to fight it; but before I came here, the same disease came back again and I have been taking care of her. I’m her only family she ever has. My mom died when I was very young from a terrible tragedy. I don’t think I want to talk about it. It still gives me nightmares. Let's just say I was the only survivor.” He can relate the pain of losing a mother. Eren still has those nightmares of his mother getting eaten by the titan.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Did she pass away?” He added.

“Not yet, but I wish she would because all it does is make her suffer. She was always in pain. I hope I get to see her again before it’s too late…” He can see her tears forming.

“You should do that. Go to her before you would regret it not going sooner.” Eren said.

Eve sighs. “If I could, I would. It’s just hard to go see her now.” Her tone sounded vague the way her response was to him. “Can we change a different topic?” She said. Eren nodded.

“Then what would be the last stop on our journey in seeing the whole world?” He gave a smile in letting her know her request was his command.

“My hometown.” Eve gave a small smile.

“And where would that be? This place is called New York CIty?” He remembered she had mentioned before.

“No, but we can also visit there too. New York is where I had lived since I was 12. My hometown is on a different island. Ha’ena on the island of Kauai of the Hawaiian State is where I was born and raised until age of 4. It’s full of lush green mountains. It’s more like a tropical jungle when you hike there. There are many cascading waterfalls and the beaches are clear white sands along the water crystal clear transparent blue. Basically it’s a true paradise. I get it why my parents had settled there when they just got married.” The way her eyes lit when she described her home; Eren wants to see this haven place. Hopefully, one day.

“We’ll go there after I finish my business. Just me and you.” He pulled her closer to nuzzle his nose on her neck which she began to giggle from how ticklish.

“Eren your nose is tickling me.” She continued laughing. He smirked. “Oh am I? Then I will tickle you more.” This time he uses his fingers to tickle her sides while making a nom nom sound on her neck with his lips. Both laugh and enjoy their little game.

(End Flashback)

He had already reached another town. Eren went to a post center and before he slipped the letter into the box, a hand was placed on his shoulder. The titan holder was alarmed and removed it from his shoulder as he turned to face his opponent.

“Are you Eren Jaeger?” A man with foregin accent said to him. The dark haired man raised his brow.

“Do I know you?” His tone was cautious. Eren doesn’t trust strangers easily.

“No, but your friend Armin had mentioned about you and your help to us.” Now Eren slowly dropped his guard. He looks around in case someone was eavesdropping.

“Let’s go somewhere safe to talk.” He said. The man with a hood nodded in agreement then both walked to a safe location. Once they get comfortable talking, Eren begins to speak freely.

“You must be an assassin that most of my old friends had joined.” He said.

“Yes, I’m an assassin. My mentor had sent me to you to help out find the two Commanders. If we’re lucky, we might find the rest of the garrison and military police regiments.” The assassin explained to Eren.

“Alright, but we’ll need very good disguises. I’m very noticeable and it seems you are too.” He said.

“Let me introduce myself since it’s rude of me if you don't know my name. My name is Ratonhnhaké:ton or Connor Kenway as what people prefer to call me by.” The mysterious assassin said.

(Levi)

Slowly, his eyes open to see the room white and so bright that he could go blind soon. “Damn it why is this strange place so fucking bright?” He groaned. Seriously, can they lower it? Fuck, his head is throbbing loud.

“Ah good evening Levi Ackerman. I’m Davos Andersen, the head scientist of the Animus Program.” Dr. Andersen introduced himself.

Levi glared at the scientist. He was about to attack him, but something very hard and metallic restrained him from moving on both his wrists and ankles. Levi feels the cold hard surface table he was laying on it. Over his head where its level on his eyes, a clear glass like hovers too closely for his liking.

“Where am I? What did you bastards do to me? Where’s my wife, Historia? If you fucking hurt her you piece of shits; I will gut you with my blades.” Levi is trying to wiggle while threatening at the scientist and his crew. Most of the crew stepped back in fear which satisfied him. Good, they better be scared.

“Please, Mr. Ackerman. I would appreciate it if you wouldn't scare my coworkers. They are just doing their job. As for your wife, I think you’re confused. Historia is the king’s wife. Anyways, you’re in an animus room which we built here in the dungeon area. We just put you to sleep to make sure you don’t escape or try to slaughter us. Mr. Jaeger had warned us how dangerous you and your bloodline from your matrilineal side are. Today, this is very exciting. This machine will show your DNA memories of your ancestors. Since we have enough data from your assassin’s bloodline through your grandfather, your deceased uncle, Desmond Miles. We can look it up later since my boss wants to know more about this Ackerman bloodline. Are you ready for this exciting adventure?” His light blue eyes sparkled.

Is this guy for real? He better not make him as a science subject like when Four-Eyes made Eren as one for Titan science.

“No, I’m fucking not!” He growls as his eyes glow silver. Everyone felt jumpy when they saw his eyes. The scientist jumped too but giggled with excitement. Holy shit, this guy is like the male version of Hange when she gets too excited with anything titan related.

“Oh my, you are such a majestic creature.” Davos grinned.

“Shut up you fucking human! Once I break away, I will galdy rip you into pieces and devour you. I’m a titan, superior to you lowly humans.” Iapetus came out to take control. He had enough of these weaklings.

“Gale, right down this observation. We’re going to have a field day.” The scientist whispered at his coworker. In the background, Iapetus growls animalistic. These metal cuffs were hard to break. They were made especially for him.

“Alright, Levi we’ll begin the data so have a great time on your adventure.” Before Iapetus/Levi say anything, their view becomes dark again until a disembodied voice is heard.

Welcome to the Animus Project. New DNA. Levi Ackerman aka Subject 18. Activate.

A/N: I’m just gonna leave it like that for the next chapter lol. I know I know, once again I’m cruel because Levi and Historia finally were reunited but that was short as they got separated again. But there are sweet moments from my other favorite ship, Reikasa. Finally, we have some Armin in it and Annie. There will be more of them in future chapters. Yes, Connor Kenway had made his appearance which there will be more details how and why he’s there in the modern time. Eren had slowly acknowledged that his plan was not a good idea. How will his former comrades take once they find out he joined on their side. Levi has finally become Abstergo's latest subject. I’m happy from the reviews I received from AO3 and Fanfiction. You guys always made my day. For those who kudos, thank you. This made my heart happy. All of you are amazing for your support in so many ways. I hope this new chapter will satisfy you until the next one. See you later until next time!

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A COMPLETE INTERVIEW OF MY MUSE tagged by: @soanlut I ALMOST FORGOT rifp me tagging: everyone that would like to~

NAME?

Ivan Kazimir Braginskiy [Иван Казимир Брагинский]. Ivan is very popular among Slavic countries, and frankly, he likes the name. Ivan means ‘God is gracious’, which is a little ironic. Kazimir is another popular Slavic name which means ‘Destroyer of peace’, and it was a middle name Ivan had chosen for himself. Braginskiy is a last name Ivan chose for himself as well, due to it being popular among his people as well, but beyond that it was just to make himself fit in more with his people.

ARE YOU SINGLE?

"But of course I am, silly. No one would dare to date someone like me.”

ARE YOU HAPPY?

"What an interesting question. Ah, I suppose I am not to lie in this interview. I would say...My happiness is only surface level.”

ARE YOU ANGRY?

"Occasionally. Only when I remember the ways I have been slighted, really.”

NINE FACTS –

BIRTHPLACE?

"Ah...Where would the modern equivalent be...I would say...Near Новосибирск? About around there, it has been much too long for me to remember.”

HAIR COLOR

"Mmmm I believe it is what most what call ‘ash blond’? I suppose it makes sense. Not a pure blond, but...Ashy and very light.”

EYE COLOR?

"Haha! Can you not see? They are violet...I would say it is my only redeeming feature.”

BIRTHDAY?

"December 30th...It’s no fun that my birthday is so close to the end of the year but...Oh well.”

MOOD?

"Mmm...Could be better, I suppose.”

GENDER?

"...I believe it is obvious I am a man.”

SUMMER OR WINTER?

"Ah- I must pick winter...As much as I like it when it’s warm, summer gets much too hot for me to stand..! I always get sunburn...”

MORNING OR AFTERNOON?

"Afternoon, I would say. I do not like waking up most days. But by noon, I am never that busy so...It is a nice time of day. I much prefer the night time though...”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE? –

ARE YOU IN LOVE?

"Love..? Well, you see. I am not sure I can feel such a thing anymore.”

DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?

"It depends on the person, in my opinion! Some lucky few...Have the ability to find who they love at first sight...Me though, not so much...”

WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP?

"Relationship? Oh, surely you jest. I have never been that close with anyone. And no one has tried to be that close with me, either.”

HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART?

"Not on purpose, I would say.”

ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS?

"Ah...Possibly..? I have reason to be afraid of those that would dare stay around me...”

HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE WITHIN THE LAST WEEK?

"I have...It was so nice...Ah, it makes a little bit of water come to my normally dry eyes.”

HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER?

"Oh, I doubt it. It seems all are too frightened of me.”

HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART?

"Yes...Never on purpose, though. It was just my silly head getting my hopes up...Only for those hopes to be crushed to fine dust and blown away in the wind.”

SIX CHOICES –

LOVE OR LUST?

"Ah...I...Have not had lust before. I have had love but...Not in the romantic sense...So love, I suppose.”

LEMONADE OR ICED TEA?

"...I generally dislike both. Lemonade is too sour. I like that one tea drink that Lin gave me. That was cold.”

CATS OR DOGS?

"I have never allowed myself to have neither...Dogs always bark at me as if I have done wrong...Cats, I guess?”

A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS?

"Mm...I only have one person I would consider a regular friend, really. So that one.”

A WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN?

"Ah...I don’t quite like either option...I suppose the night in, though. I am not much of a party person.”

DAY OR NIGHT?

"Night! Most certainly!”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS –

BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT?

"Haha! No. I have done it many times, but everyone knows not to stop me.”

FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS?

"Mmm...I feel down steps while fighting once or twice. Didn’t really hurt, though.”

WANTED SOMETHING/SOMEONE SO BADLY IT HURT?

"Oh yes...Sometimes, it drives me mad...”

WANTED TO DISAPPEAR?

"Every day of my existence. Or at least, let myself be a human. At least then I have a set time in this world.”

FOUR PREFERENCES –

SMILE OR EYES?

"Eyes, certainly. Smiles can lie, after all.”

SHORTER OR TALLER?

"Shorter. I do not like those taller than me. Not that I know anyone that is though!”

INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION?

"Intelligence. Attraction means nothing to me if you are dumber than a brick.”

HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIP?

"Well...I have not had the pleasure of either but...Relationship, I suppose.”

FAMILY –

DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG?

"Mmm...Not...Quite? I terrify my family as well and they do not visit me often.”

WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE”?

"Every moment has been in my opinion! Some more than others, of course.”

HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME?

"Ha! Ran away from home..? Where is there to run? Nowhere, really.”

HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT?

"Oh, certainly not. All of them would suffer if they dare try.”

FRIENDS –

DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS?

"I only have one, and I have yet to hate him. He’s a good one...So far. As for allies? I hate every single one of them.”

DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS TO BE GOOD FRIENDS?

"...Considering I only have one, well...He is not a good friend yet, so no.”

WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND?

"No one. Pitiful, isn’t it?”

WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU?

"Mm...No one, truly. The one who would know the most though...I would say, that goes to my dearest, older sister Ukraine.”

#;outoftime #;In Moscow: Ivan Braginskiy #;Headcanons: Ivan

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orenashii · 7 years

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I HAVE SINNED.

I... I honestly don’t know what this is. Oh, wait, yes I do. It’s pure filth.

Welcome to Kiss, Marry, Kill. The Mr. and Mrs. Smith AU that no one asked for but got anyway.

Rated M for sexual content because reasons. Enjoy?

Kiss, Marry, Kill

Part One:

Kiss

She could blend into a room full of shadows. But she could do nothing else but stand out here.

She sat at the corner of the bar, as close to the wall as she could be. It struck an intriguing balance, hiding herself away, yet exposing her shapely thigh as the slit in her dress ran from the bottom of the hem to a spot dangerously close to her hip. She let her feet dangle above the ground, her heels clacking against the metal of the barstool.

She leaned forward to rest her chin on her hands, fingers laced, covered in silky black gloves that extended upwards past her elbows. She wore a faraway expression, not really moving save for the occasional sweep of her hand through her hair which was swept to the side and held up by some unknown force.

Men had approached her, not many, as the bar was beginning to quiet as the occupants of the hotel turned in for the night, but she rejected them. Usually, by not responding at all, pretending that their offers could not penetrate the thick fog of her thoughts.

One man thought himself bold and leaned over her to whisper in her ear. He pulled back and ran a hand up the skin of her thigh. She turned to him then with a wicked smile. She tilted her head up and spoke, no one else but the receiver could hear, of course, but whatever she had said had proven most effective. The man stepped back from her immediately, turned, with a look of shock in his eyes and ran out of the bar, refusing to make eye contact with anyone else.

There was another man across the room, who happened to see the exchange in mild intrigue. He was modestly dressed in a crisp white button down and black slacks. He sipped his drink slowly, the ice clacked against his teeth, signifying the glass was near empty. He swallowed hard, suddenly nervous. The only empty space at the bar was next to her. He approached with caution.

She was, true to form, staring at nothing in particular, her chin resting gently on an open palm. He set his drink down as quietly as he could, so as not to disturb her.

The bartender pointed at him, awaiting his order. He spoke in a low voice. "Sparkling water, please."

He did not notice it but her eyes suddenly focused and she turned her head towards him. The bartender returned quickly, a fresh tumbler set down before him full of the clear, bubbling liquid.

She picked up her near empty glass of wine, the color as deep a red as her lips, and took a long sip, subtly taking in the sight of the man next to her. He had a handsome face, a strong chin and a straight nose; thick eyebrows, dark eyes, and darker hair pulled back into a low ponytail.

She lowered her glass and ran a fingertip down the stem of her glass. Maybe this one was worth a conversation. What the hell? She was bored.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like anything else with that?"

The man looked down at her as if surprised that anyone was speaking to him at all.

"I beg your pardon?"

She smirked at the formality of his tone. "I don't mean to bother you. I was just wondering what kind of man goes to a bar half past midnight just to drink water."

He looked away for a moment before settling his eyes on hers. "I apologize. I have just arrived here and wanted something to drink before I retire for the night."

She grunted lightly in amusement. "You apologize." She turned towards him fully, exposing the remainder of her dress. The two simple straps at her shoulders plunged down her neckline, subtly exposing the curves of her breasts. His gaze did not move downwards, as most men's did. Her intrigued piqued further. "I didn't mean to judge. I was just curious."

"Um," he said, looking away again. He was shy? She found it hilarious. "I did not want to disturb you. You seem to appreciate your solitude."

"I seem to, huh? What, have you been observing me?"

The man flushed. She snickered. She wondered if he had seen her previous encounters with men who had approached her. She grinned at the memory of what she had said to the last one.

I singed the very prints of my fingers off using a gas lighter. Which means, no one will be able to catch me after I finish doing whatever it is I please with you if you dare touch me again.

She delighted herself on his look of terror as he scattered away.

"I only appreciate solitude when there isn't any interesting company available." She moved her leg, kicking the chair out next to her. "Would you like to sit?"

He stared at the seat for a few moments before finally accepting the offer and taking the seat.

"So, what brings you to Okinawa? Business or pleasure?"

"Business," he said. "And you?"

She licked her lips slowly before grinning. "Pleasure." The man flushed but held her gaze. He was adorable. "I'm just teasing you. I work for an architecture firm. Executives from this hotel chain flew me down here to wine, dine, and dazzle me; seduce me into partnering with them for the construction of a new resort."

"Did it work?"

She smiled wickedly. "Are you asking me if I'm seduced?"

She could see his grip tighten on his drink. She laughed and placed a hand over his. "I'm so sorry, I couldn't help myself. You're cute when you're flustered."

He laughed awkwardly for a brief second before clearing his throat.

"You said you're here for business? What kind of business? What is it you do?"

"I, uh," he stuttered, distracted by the sound of her laugh. He found himself inexplicably drawn to it, like a sailor to a siren. It was beautiful. "I am a professor of history at a university on the mainland. I am here to attend a lecture by one of my former associates. And to add to my collection."

She quirked an eyebrow, asking without words.

"Of katanas. I... collect swords. I suppose you could say that I, too, am here for pleasure."

There was a joke in there somewhere. About swords and pleasure. She decided to let it slide. Ha.

"Swords, huh? That's fascinating. More of a knife girl, myself."

"Really? It's funny," he laughed, "that I should meet someone also fond of the blade."

"Mm." She smiled. She picked up her glass and finished the remainder of her wine.

"Would you like another?" he offered. "That is, if you do not think it too late. I apologize. I do not mean to keep you from your rest."

She placed her hand over his once more. She granted him a genuine smile.

"I would love to."

As it turned out, the pair had quite a lot in common. They both enjoyed traveling, learning new languages, immersing themselves in different cultures. Occasionally, their conversation would slip into different languages to test their vocabulary. Both were impressed by the other's fluency.

They both loved camping, being outdoors in the quiet beauty of nature. She had an extensive knowledge of flowers and botany. He had practiced meditation at many waterfalls.

He told her of his parents who ran a very successful restaurant in the city.

"You're joking! I've been there before!" she exclaimed. "Their oden is spectacular."

He laughed along with her. "It is a recipe that my family has held for generations."

"Wow," she breathed. "It's almost like I was destined to meet you."

Quiet settled between them. They looked into each other's eyes with fondness.

"Excuse me, miss?" the bartender interrupted gently. "Sir." He acknowledged her companion as well. "We've issued the last call for the bar. Would you like anything else before we close?"

"No, I am finished. Thank you," she said with a sweet smile. She watched the man lean over the bar to ask for his tab. She waved him off. "Please just charge this to my room."

"No, no," he said quickly. "I must insist."

"I'm afraid I must insist."

"But... I offered."

"And I accepted," she replied easily. "But I am not rude. I will not have you pay this amount for one glass of wine when you've only had water."

He sighed, giving in. "Is there a way I might repay you?"

She scribbled something on the back of a cocktail napkin and slipped it to him. He looked at the writing in confusion. She smiled and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "That is my room number. In case you are still... thirsty. For something before you retire."

She stood from her seat and winked at him before turning to walk away.

"Wait!" he reached out and grabbed her hand. "My name is Jack."

He shuddered slightly as she leaned toward him, running her hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck. She placed a feathery kiss on his cheek as she breathed her name into his ear.

"Ashi."

Jack sat at the bar dumbfounded after her departure. This was insane, wasn't it? He'd just met her. This could not be happening so quickly.

He opened his wallet and placed a few bills on the bar and nodded to the bartender. He quickly ran out of the bar and caught a glimpse of her as she stepped onto the elevator. He looked down at the napkin. She was on the twelfth floor. It would be a long ride. Right? Perhaps he could sort his feelings out in the meantime?

No such luck.

Before he knew it he was standing in front of her door. He rubbed the back of his neck anxiously. This was uncharted territory. He lifted his hand to knock then immediately brought it back down. This was crazy. He should run. He should return to his room. He should definitely not knock on this young woman's door and see her again. See her beautiful face. Hear her melodious laughter. Hear his name on her lips as he...

Something else made up his mind before he could process the thought. He knocked.

She opened the door with a small smile. She was still dressed, dress, gloves, and all. She had not even removed her shoes. She opened the door wider and stepped aside without a word. He entered.

Her suite was stunning. A spacious kitchenette with black marble countertops and elegant light fixtures. It even had an island. He scanned the living area; black, armless couches arranged by a large, flat screen television that was fixed to the wall. Beyond that was a glass room divider inlaid with a gold design made to look like tree branches.

He spotted her bed. It was enormous, piled high with a thick, white comforter and pillows that looked soft as clouds. It was indeed luxurious, quite a step up from his humble room on the fourth floor.

"It's lovely, isn't it? It's not very often that I get to stay in lodgings this... grand."

He nodded, admiring the sight of the night sky from the glass door to her balcony.

She opened a cabinet in the kitchen and retrieved two champagne flutes. She set them on the kitchen island and hopped up to sit on the edge. She pulled the bottle from its chiller and read the card attached to the neck.

"Blah blah blah. Please except this bottle as a personal gift. We hope you enjoy your stay with us. May we bring luxury to all."

She snorted. "Bring luxury to all. I couldn't afford this room on my own salary." She was exaggerating, of course. But she did not want to appear boastful.

She tossed the card aside and began peeling back the foil from the neck of the bottle. Jack stepped closer to her, offering his help. She waved him away.

She held the bottle between her legs, the cold condensation from the bottle wetting her inner thighs. She angled the bottle slightly away from her companion and popped the cork, not particularly caring where it landed. She was then in understandable shock when his hand shot out to catch the cork as it ricocheted from the ceiling.

Quick reflexes.

He gave her a sheepish smile as he set the cork down on the island. He reached over her for a glass and held it before her at an angle so she could pour. She filled the glass with the sparkling wine and gently clinked the neck of the bottle to the rim of his glass. "Cheers," she said. He shook his head and offered the glass to her.

"I insist."

She rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless and accepted the glass. He reached over her once more and grabbed the other glass, taking the bottle from her and pouring some for himself.

She could catch his scent as he reached over her. He smelled clean. It was thrilling. She watched him over the rim of her glass as he took his first sip. He sniffed slightly as the bubbles tickled his nose. She smiled. She licked her lips slowly as they made eye contact.

She tilted the glass to her lips but her aim was slightly off, accidentally spilling some of the bubbling drink down the corner of her lip to drip off of her chin. She giggled, slightly embarrassed, and brought her gloved hand up to wipe at her chin.

"Ashi," he whispered. She shivered. She really, really liked the sound of her name in his voice. Before she could respond he gently grabbed the back of her head and kissed her.

She set her drink down quickly and grabbed at his shoulders to bring him closer. His hands moved to her waist and he pulled, bringing her flush against him. She moaned as they kissed each other frantically. He relished the taste of her mouth, sweetened by the champagne.

She moved her arms to wrap around his neck, brushing her fingertips through the smooth hair of his ponytail. She pulled her arms back to trail her hands down his neck, down his shoulders, over his chest, and undid the first button of his shirt. He pulled away abruptly.

"I'm sorry."

"Why did you stop?"

"I've never done this before."

She couldn't help but grin. "You've never kissed a girl before?"

"No!" He flushed. "Not that. I mean, not like this. I've never... moved this quickly before."

Any other words he attempted to say stuck in his throat as he watched her slowly remove one of her gloves. Even her hands were lovely. She threw the long material around his neck and brought him back to her, inches from her lips.

"It's called lust, darling," she said breathily. "Give in to it."

She kissed him again, her remaining gloved hand cradling his cheek. He pulled back to gently pluck at the material on her fingers before dipping down and pulling, stripping her of the glove with his teeth. She bit her lip in absolute delight.

He wanted to tell her. That it was more than just lust. That there was something deeper. But he did not dwell on the thought. In fact, the only thing he wanted to dwell on right now was getting her out of her dress.

He moaned into her mouth as their tongues entwined. He gently brushed the straps of her dress from her shoulders and pulled down to expose her chest. He ran his hand up her naked thigh until he found the bunched fabric at her waist. He pulled back and together, they slipped the dress from her hips. She kicked the dress aside, now only dressed in lacy, black panties and her stilettos.

His mouth was on her again, one hand massaged her breast, while the other was wrapped around her waist, keeping her close as they ground against each other. Her hands moved to undo the second button of his shirt. He stopped her by spinning her away from kitchen island and carrying her to her bed.

He threw her down and watched her sink into the thick comforter. She leaned up on her forearms with a devilish grin. Her legs spread and he stood, in more ways than one, admiring her. She was stunning. She crooked a finger at him, silently telling him to get over here already.

He climbed over her and kissed her deeply, running his fingertips over her most sensitive area, still covered with lace. She gasped as he moved his tongue down her throat and slipped his fingers underneath the fabric. It was dizzying how aroused he felt as she moved against his increasingly slick fingers. Ashi groaned loudly. "God, I want you naked."

He removed his fingers from her and leaned up, giving her the perfect opportunity to flip him over. She wanted to undress him herself. She settled on his hips and smoothed the fabric of his shirt with her palms. He moaned softly as she leaned down to kiss his neck and every inch of skin exposed by the unbuttoning of his shirt.

She kissed the hard plane of his chest, moving down and unbuttoning slowly. Soon, her lips reached the top of his abdomen. She kept encountering hard muscle. What the? She sat up and undid the last three buttons frantically before yanking his shirt open completely.

"Holy shit," she whispered. "You are hot."

Her hands traced the defined muscle of his torso in amazement. "You're a history teacher?"

"Professor," he blurted out. He was not used to this kind of attention. "I enjoy exercise?"

"I can see that," she said dreamily. She kissed each ripple of muscle at his abdomen. She ran her tongue along the deep 'V' shaped line of his hips. He was delicious.

She unbuckled his belt and slowly undid the button and zipper of his pants. She ran her hand along the hard length of him through the fabric of his underwear. She flicked her tongue out to make her intentions clear. He had other ideas. He sat up and pulled her to him in a straddle, flipping them over once more. But this time, he fell off the side of her bed, pulling her towards him as he settled on his knees. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them off with agonizing slowness.

"I insist," he said huskily.

Ashi swore. This must be the best night of her life. Her head lolled backwards against the comfortable sheets, her moans increasing in intensity as her handsome stranger lapped and suckled at her with his talented tongue. She moved her hand to make a fist at the top of his head in his dark hair. Her hips moved gently against his mouth. He was good. This would not take long.

He moaned against her as her breathing became frantic. She was cursing a lot more now. Usually, foul language made him uncomfortable but her words spurred him on, making him want to pleasure her until she cried herself hoarse. Her cries escalated, her hips bucked beneath him, forcing him to hold her to steady her.

Her back arched as she reached her peak. "Jack!" Her hands slammed into the sheets, fisting them so tightly she thought they might rip. Her whole body thrummed with her orgasm as she rode out the sensation on his lips. She rested her calves on his shoulders as she came down, shivering as his tongue still flicked against her. He placed one more open-mouthed kiss on her clit before she whimpered, the sensation now overwhelming.

Their eyes made contact. Jack licked his lips slowly, savoring her taste. She smiled brilliantly. He kissed the delicate skin of her inner thigh and moved up her body with a smirk, stopping at her breasts to tease her nipples with his mouth. Ashi was still shaking, somehow simultaneously satisfied yet still wholly aroused.

She pulled his head up from her chest and rewarded him with a long, deep kiss. His mouth was still warm with her. It made her feel giddy.

Jack finally stood and slipped out of his shoes, kicking them behind him. He grabbed the waist of his pants and pulled down, underwear and all, finally removing the rest of his clothing. He stood up straight.

Ashi could hear a chorus of angels in her head cheering her on. The man was gorgeous.

She sat up and reached for the drawer of her nightstand. She pulled out a small square package and ripped the side off with her teeth. She ran a hand over his dick lovingly, as if admiring a work of art. Her tongue ran up and down the length of him a few times before finally engulfing him in her mouth.

Jack grit his teeth at the sight. He could feel the back of his neck break out into a sweat as he watched himself disappear in her heat. He moaned as she swirled her tongue around the tip, taking him in further and further. His shoulders relaxed and his head fell back when he felt himself hit the back of her throat. He panted lightly, running a gentle hand through her hair.

She released him with a smirk, pumping her hand around him. She removed the condom from its wrapper and slid it on him. Jack gently nudged her shoulders, pushing her back onto the bed.

He situated himself between her legs and pushed in slowly. Too slowly.

"Jack," she whined. "Please."

He smirked. She wouldn't have expected such a look from a man so shy but damn it if it wasn't sexy. He pulled out and thrust back inside with a force that made her back arch. He set a rhythm, a fast one, digging his short nails into her thighs. She cried out in ecstasy.

He wrapped her legs around his neck, reaching down to grab her ass to angle her hips up. His thrusts, the angle, created a buildup of pressure in her body that she was quick to release.

"Fuck!" She shuddered against him again, her muscles pulsating around him making it hard for him to remain focused. His thrusts were becoming erratic at the sensation as her body released, then calmed.

He slowed his hips down as she panted, laughing, running her hands up and down her body in her second post-orgasmic haze. She opened her eyes to look up at him with a lazy grin.

"Would you like to take a break?" he asked, slightly out of breath.

"Did you come?"

He shook his head. She sat up and grabbed him, pulling him down to lay flat on his back. She threw a nimble leg over his hips to straddle him, positioning herself over his length.

"Then hell no." She sank herself down. He groaned. Her body moved so gracefully, so sensually, that he could only stare in raw hunger as she rode him. He could feel a familiar tightening in his sac, telling him that he was close. He grabbed her hips and thrusted up wildly. She exhaled a throaty moan at his aggression.

Her body fell against his and he held her tight, panting into her neck, breathing in her scent. He buried his hand in her hair and pulled. She squealed. He screwed his eyes shut as his muscles spasmed. He cried out her name and his hips kept thrusting, riding out the intense wave of his own orgasm.

His hips finally slowed as he finished. He released his grip from her head and ran it lazily, exhaustedly, down her back. He could hear breathy laughter in his ear. She sat up and looked into his eyes. He was pretty sure his heart was going to burst. He pushed her bangs away from her damp forehead before pulling her down to kiss him.

They kissed each other slowly, sensually, moaning softly in appreciation of the other's touch. She eventually moved to his side and kissed his neck. Jack removed the condom from himself, tying it off and tossing it to a wastebasket across the room. It went in quietly, not even touching the rim of the basket. "Nice aim," she complimented.

He shrugged. "Lucky throw." She laughed and sidled herself next to him. He opened his arms to her and kissed her deeply, touching various parts of her exposed skin: her shoulders, her hips, her back. She reciprocated his touch.

Eventually, their kissing ceased. She looked up at him.

"So," she whispered, lightly trailing her fingertips up his chest. "How about that drink?"

He laughed heartily as she removed herself from his arms. She raised a leg into the air curiously. "Huh," she said, looking at her high heels. "I never took these off." She shrugged, not bothering to do so now. She left the bed to retrieve the forgotten glasses. Jack watched her walk to the kitchen. He'd never seen a naked woman in high heels before.

What a sight it was.

She awoke when she heard a faint 'click'. Her eyes opened slowly, groggily taking in the scene. An empty bottle of champagne sat at her bedside table along with one empty glass and another filled a fourth of the way. Most of the carbonation in it had died, a few stray bubbles floating up the center of the glass.

She groaned feeling slightly hungover. She looked at the clock. It was early. She did not know exactly what time she and her bedmate had finally passed out from exhaustion but she knew she had not been asleep long. She rolled on her back and stretched her arms over her head. She looked at the spot beside her with a smile. Her smile left her immediately.

Jack was gone.

Ashi sat up and frowned. Must have been the 'click' of the door that woke her up. She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She had felt a... connection to him. Which was rare. Come to think of it... she'd never experienced a connection like this to anyone else before.

She had been with a handful of men in her life, so she was used to this type of scenario. Waking up alone. But normally she'd be the one leaving or kicking a man out. She wasn't used to being the one left.

She supposed she wouldn't have cared one way or the other if this had been someone else. But Jack was... different. He was so smart and sweet and shy. He made her laugh. And don't get her wrong, the sex was phenomenal, but she genuinely liked the other things he had to offer. She liked the sound of his voice, the gentle way he'd held her, and...

She leaned forward in bed, rubbing her temples and chastising herself. None of that mattered. He was gone and she was leaving, anyway. On to the next mission.

She got out of bed and downed the remaining champagne in the glass. It tasted bitter. Another poor decision. What a morning this was turning out to be.

She shuffled her way to her bathroom, noting that her dress had been hung up on a hanger and hung over the bathroom door. She rolled her eyes. At least he had been courteous enough to do that.

She took her time in the shower, letting the warm water ease her muscles and the steam relax her. She didn't know how long she'd been in there but she begrudgingly turned off the water when she noticed her fingers beginning to wrinkle.

She stepped out of the bathroom wearing the soft, fluffy robe the hotel provided. She scrubbed at her wet hair with a towel but froze as she heard a noise at the door. She walked over to it carefully and closed one eye for better focus as she looked through the peephole.

She gasped.

She opened the door and saw Jack, balancing two cups of coffee in one hand and a few crinkled brown bags in the other. He held her room key in his teeth. He tried smiling at her and wishing her good morning but it was awkward given the piece of plastic between his lips.

She snatched the key out of his mouth before folding her arms, staring at him coldly. His shoulders slumped as if he'd done something wrong. She smirked.

"You know that's what room service is for."

His features eased into a smile. "I did not want to disturb your rest." She stood aside and let him walk back into her room. "Besides, the quality of this shop is much better."

"Is that so? You don't even know if I like coffee."

"You mentioned you had a fondness for Cuban espresso when you travel."

"I did?"

"Well," he laughed, "you said it once. You said you enjoyed one when your flight landed yesterday morning.

"Wow," she said, nodding her head. "I'm impressed. You are a good listener."

He chuckled at that, placing the drinks on the coffee table in front of one of the couches. He handed a cup to her as she sat on the couch with her legs folded beneath her. She thanked him and gently popped the lid off the cup and inhaled the aroma. Strong and sweet. Just like she liked it.

"Do you need cream or sugar?" she asked him. "I have some in the kitchen."

"Do not worry," he responded. He dumped one of the bags on the table that was filled with small cups of cream and packets of sugar.

She took a long sip of her coffee and exhaled in contentment. She grabbed a sugar packet and emptied it, swirling it around with a wooden stick she found among the small mess on the table. She poked at the other bags. "What else have you got here?"

"A few bagels, in case you were hungry." He picked up one of the bags and presented it to her. "There's something else."

She set her coffee cup down and took the bag from him. She pulled out a long chocolate covered pastry with an elongated 'ooh'.

"It is a honeyed-chocolate eclair. I wasn't sure what to get you but you seem to like things... sweet?"

She took a bite and her eyes widened immediately. "Oh," she said before covering her mouth to finish her bite. "Oh my god. This is delicious."

He smiled. "I am glad you enjoy it."

She scooted closer to him and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you," she whispered. She did not pull back from his space. He turned his head and kissed her softly on her lips.

"You're welcome," he whispered back, angling his head to get a deeper kiss. She giggled in pure bliss as she wrapped her arms around his neck, eclair still in hand.

"Would you like a bite?" He turned to see the treat dangling inches away from his face. He opened his mouth and took a small bite off the corner.

"Hm," he remarked, "this is quite good."

She removed herself from the couch and set her treat on the table. She grabbed his hands and pulled him up. She ran suddenly, a delighted squeal escaping her as she jumped on the bed, landing on her back. She felt dizzy with excitement. With happiness.

He climbed over her but did not move any further. He instead looked down at her with a warm smile. He looked positively smitten.

"You look like Christmas morning," he whispered, running a gentle hand to brush her bangs away from her forehead.

She bit the inside of her lip. Let it be known that Ashi did not enjoy sweet talk. She found it incredibly cheesy. Boring. But something about it from him: this handsome, demure, deep-voiced but soft-spoken man, had her insides fluttering.

"I find that men who sugar coat their words lack sincerity." Her words lacked any bite and she knew it. She knew she was blushing.

He laughed. "I apologize. You're cute when you're flustered."

She exhaled a breath through her nostrils, half annoyed, half amused that he would use her words against her. Oh well. Two can play at that game.

"Christmas morning, hm?" She reached down and toyed with the knot the kept her robe closed. "Well, aren't you going to open your presents?"

He immediately leaned down to kiss her. They laughed against each other's mouths.

It wasn't until hours later, when both could do nothing else than stare into each other's eyes, did Ashi give a name to her feelings.

Oh shit.

Author’s Note

Well there you have it. I'm off to hell to repent for my sins. I'll miss you all!

But seriously, the next chapter is in the works. Cause this doesn't even remotely resemble 'Mr. and Mrs. Smith'. It will soon. But this first damn chapter is so long that I don't know when the next one will be ready. Plus, I've still got I Exist to work on. Alas. At least this makes for a good one shot.

Thank you all for reading. Comments are always appreciated!

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comfort-blankets · 7 years

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*Scenario*

@bootyshakerkegrimm

Could you do scenario with Junkrat and Zenyatta who notice that their s/o is in a lot of pain, yet keeps on working even though it's starting to effect their work?

Aah I love Zenyatta! This is my first time writing for him so it may suck a little bit, but hopefully you enjoy it deary <33

I’m thinking about changing my icon to Zenyatta, maybe even one with him wearing a flower crown, but I can’t seem to find the perfect picture anywhere.

Anyways, tell me if it isn’t long enough or if I didn’t quite portray them correctly, because I’m all ears to constructive criticism!

Zenyatta:

It always begins with the gentle touch on your shoulder. He has no perception of how it is to feel, but he knows that the tissue there may not be agreeing with you. Here you are, bent over this desk with your terrible posture you always pretend you don’t have, pen scribbling away on your latest project. Work is hard, they’re being too rough on you. At this point even Satya asks if you have received enough sleep to be well enough for a bigger day tomorrow, Jack insists that you go eat dinner with the rest of the team.

But paperwork needs to be done, and the alerting thought of knowing it isn’t blares in your brain until it is completed.

This includes leaving Zenyatta to feel isolated from you.

At first he thought it was just a small portion of time you’d be busy, reminding you to drink plenty of water and coming in often to ask if you want a break. This work that plagues you destroys your mind, and when he sees it his concern heightens greatly.

Although it is hard to break you from these papers, his persistence would soon accomplish something. It would have to, or else he just wouldn’t stop.

So when your eyes tear from a world of specifically particular events and how to logically solve them, you see that the beautiful sunset has left you, a portrait made of twinkling lights has settled above, and the one you care for has a very worried aura about him.

“You have not rested like I’d recommended earlier?”

Zenyatta’s voice is as calming as it always has been, already making your muscles relax and ache for sleep. You open your mouth to tell him that you have taken a few breathers, but quickly close it when you discover that you cannot lie to him. Your body has rested none today, it’s been working day and night, morning and evening.

You did not even bat an eyelash at the emphasized knowledge of what not drinking or eating could do. Not even a drop of the liquid that kept you alive was consumed, and in hurting yourself you hurt your loved one as well.

The worst part was that even if you did lie, he would know. “I have to finish this.” It was the last set of logical questioning when even you finally realized your brain could work no longer.

“Perhaps we should speak to your advisors?”

When Zenyatta offered to talk with someone, this was when things were growing a bit too serious for him to handle. It was unknown how a monotone, mechanical voice could sound so caring and worrisome, though perhaps it came with knowing him for such a long time. The hand on your shoulder took an unusual action from the past encounters with no longer keeping the regular stillness it held, intricate and well manufactured metal fingers tugging on your shirt.

Tekhartha Zenyatta could become impatient sometimes, but his tended to come out more with sadness than anger. You’ve only seen him the slightest bit peeved a handful of times, and amazingly he still manages to calm himself.

His blue eyes that were created to observe and calculate still shine even in your silence, but it’s easy to tell that it’s unnerving him.

“Please.”

You have never heard that tone before, and it makes a bit of fear spike up randomly from the depths of your mind.

His speech is stuck sounding calm and almost inspirational at all points in time, but the glitches in his voice box are not something of a problem with his gear.

This is his way of growing emotional. To cry.

Your back screams at you when you rise from the chair slowly, and despite the fact that Zenyatta has no tears to physically shed he hides his face with the other hand, looking down.

His hand has yet to stop clinging to your shirt.

As the glitches in his tone begin to come out with small whirring noises, he has reached his end emotionally. His shoulder gear shivers, knees looking unstable to keep him standing. You have been working much too hard, you have been hurting him while harming yourself. You have unlocked a weakness that you never want to find the key to again. So with this new found knowledge that even an omnic such as he could cry, you pull him to rest his face in your shoulder.

“Okay.”

And while you lay in bed that night, a warm mechanical body curled around the back of your own for the first time in a few weeks, you decide it feels nice to have a full stomach again.

Little engines working for things you could never understand whirr behind you. Your name is whispered with a dash of reverence.

“Hm?” Your tired body responds in the least dedicated way possible.

“Promise me you will not abuse the needs of your body again. I care for you deeply.”

A hand rests on your hip at this remark out of pure concern, nothing more.

Shifting around a bit, the covers over you make a soft shuffling noise as you turn around. Kissing was never a topic you really ever got on about, but Zenyatta could always see the importance of it to humans. So of course when your soft lips that he could only imagine being able to fully feel touch the metal plate of his forehead, a small puff of steam comes from his shoulders, causing you to laugh and have to wave the sheets in order to get the heavy oxygen away from your lungs.

“I promise.”

Junkrat:

You’ve been promising Junkrat something, and you feel that you may not be able to keep doing this particular activity anymore.

You work incredibly hard, almost harder than Winston does whenever he finds something interesting that he wants to study for the time being.

For the time being.

This is when you start to have differences in capacity of working.

Of course, you have no choice when it comes to doing these loads of paperwork in a short time frame, because your advisors have told you plentiful times otherwise whenever you ask them to give you a break.

Junkrat is not helping.

At least his buddy Mako (Are they buddies? Not even you knew at this point, though the giant man seemed to have no issue with you) was trying to distract the messy man from getting his ashy fingerprints all over your papers. Jamison isn’t stupid though, and never will be. He can only take so much with being away from you, and it kind of concerns him how long you sit in one place. His worry is always exposed in very different ways than the usual pep talk from others, trying to get your attention to make you focus on something else or joke around until you laugh. What frustrates him is the fact that you always end up telling him to go away politely at some point, explaining that your boss will be upset if you don’t get some ungodly amount of papers on his desk by tomorrow.

It’s been 2 weeks since you did your little reading sessions with him, since he seemed to love it whenever you spoke of mythical beasts or actions in the making of the mind before bed. He loved the sound of turning pages, never finding himself into reading books until he discovered that he could make you laugh from giving all of the characters funny voices. Sure, his grammar wasn’t that great and sometimes you needed to tell him what a word was several times in a row, but at least he was trying.

Jamison especially missed falling asleep to the smooth/gravelly sound of your voice, something to chase away his nightmares about where he was years ago, his missing limbs and phantom pains.

A book was laid on your desk by ragged and skinny fingers.

You can’t even be bothered to read the title, boring words from other papers ruining the thought of reading anymore than you had to already. The cover seemed rather magical, waves of sparkles and purple across a midnight sky, something you may see a preteen girl reading. You remember a long time ago of Jamison making you promise not to make fun of him or ever tell anybody about his guilty pleasure of lighthearted books. Perhaps the simple plots and happy endings made him forget about the real world.

This time, there are no words or funny antics shared between the two of you, and it’s one of those rare instances that Jamison looks strangely melancholy.

“Jamie?”

His face tightens into a sort of childlike pout, but those dark eyes keep looking downwards. He doesn’t do it often, but it seems that he’s scrubbed himself clean to avoid your scolding in the morning of the white sheets being ruined again. Hell, he’s even taken the time to dress himself in proper sleepwear.

“Stop that.”

It’s blunt and direct, much different from the way he clowns around the room, pulling boring books off your shelf and threatening to replace them all with little bang snaps one day. Both of you are stressed, and although for different reasons, Jamison is the first one who wants it to stop.

“Stop hurting yourself.”

When you finally get onto the bed, the tall explosive man that has been labeled as one of the most dangerous criminals in the world lays his upper body in your lap. Despite being a person of jagged body shapes, he looks a lot more soft like this, curled up like a child.

Your tired hands open the book he recommended to the first page, reading much slower than usual from the eyestrain earlier today of boring black letters against pale white paper. There’s something calming about reading a regular book rather than a strict syllabus on what you’ll be expected to do in your next project. Nothing to be memorized or to be taken too importantly, to write in your little agenda of what you’ll be doing on what day of the week on what week of the month. Just a smooth sailing story of a young girl riding a boat in her dreams, on a mission to find her lost stuffed tiger that she loved so dearly. You get so invested in the simplicity of it that you reach the end of the chapter book, the magical undertone leaving to form a heartwarming denouement when it turns out that the toy was under her bed the entire time.

When the book finally closes, you see that the man has fallen asleep on your stomach, a bit of drool threatening to drip from his ajar lips. Peaceful, something you wouldn’t usually see from a man who bombs his enemies for a living. For a moment you wonder how much of the reading he’s been asleep for, and another for if he’ll beg you to read it over tomorrow because ‘it ain’t the same unless it’s your voice’.

You find that you don’t really mind the thought of doing so.

Perhaps you should take a break.

Please be sure to take care of yourselves, because there’s always someone out there who cares for you <3

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