#killerhubby

[bclasaeg]

// Camillo absolutely adored the festivities, especially Christmas. The act of gift giving, the excuse to have everyone at the dinner table, taking photos that lasted a lifetime... the older he got, the more he appreciated the people who partook in this tradition.

At his mother's insistence, Dante was urged to come and Camillo even drove all the way to his apartment to leave him no choice.

As younger cousins, sons and daughters of friends opened up their gifts together. Camillo approached Dante who was sitting quietly with something behind his back.

" Thanks for coming..." Camillo stuffed the little wrapped rectangular box. Inside, an expensive sleeping mist, gently scented lavender.

" Merry Christmas amore mio."

@killerhubby

#killerhubby #— ❝ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ? ❞ | ( Camillo Blanchet. )

[knlfed]

  ۟. ♡               ៶        it's  sentimentality  that  motivates  her  ;   interpol  days  having  long  since  scarred  her  body  and  left  her  for  RETIREMENT  ,  finds  herself  wandering  back  to  god  forsaken  place  she  swore  to  herself  ,  to  HIM  she'd  never  return  to  .   (   even  now  ,  you  crave  him  .  every  little  bit  and  essence  you  can  have  you  try  to  have  and  consume  just  to  find  yourself  grasping  at  the  AIR  and  threads  of  the  past  that  you  agreed  to  give  up  .  you  can't  give  it   up  ,  you  can't  give  HIM  up  .  even  after  all  this  time  ?   especially  after  all  this  time  .    )   surprise   lingers  on  retired  agent's  features  as  the  older  woman  GRINS  up  at  her  ,  speaking  whispers  of  elation  at  seeing  her  old  regular  CUSTOMER   ;      ❛     le  vecchie  abitudini  sono  dure  a  morire  ,  signora   ,    ❜       smooth  voice  will  offer  to  her  ,  giving  her  that  STELLAR  smile  that  she  had  offered  the  shopowner  all  those  years  ago  .

  ۟. ♡               ៶        nurses  her  COFFEE  while  sitting  in  the  outdoor  seating  ,  vacant  gaze  on  the  overcast  sky  ,  bitterness  lingering  on  expression  as  she  taps  ashes  out  of  her  cigarette  onto  cobblestone  .   regret  lingers  in  the  base  of  her  THROAT  like  she  had  done  nothing  more  than  swallow  a  rock  that  demands  to  be  felt  .   (    you  shouldn't  have  come  back  .  your  body  aches  for  the  ONE  home  you  had  ,  and  you  tried  ,  tried  to  grant  it  REPRIEVE  ,  but  it's  colder  and  more  LIFELESS  than  you  remember  .  don't  want  to  admit  why  you  know  ,  but  you  know  why  .  even  now  ,  even  now  ,  you  are  ruined  by  him  .  even  now  ,  you  are  consumed  with  him  .   )

  ۟. ♡               ៶       what  little  sunlight  that  is  offered  is  BLOCKED  OUT  ,  if  only  by  a  taller  figure  and  a  few  discordant  steps  against  the  cobblestone  ,   and  the  curiosity  katarina  has  gets  the  BETTER  of  her  ,   looking  up  from  her  coffee  stain  on  napkin  to  the  shadow  bearer  .  the  mask  brings  pit  into  her  stomach  like  something  to  be  RECKONED  with  ,  but  it's  not  fear  ,  but  sorrow  that  reaches  into  her  chest  and  carves  out  cavity  that  demands  to  be  felt  .   he's  accompanied  by  one  of  his  associates  ,  but  not  one  she  can  RECOGNIZE  .  they're  younger  ;   more  spring  in  their  step  ,  and  their  features  that  she  can  make  out  are  none  that  she  spent  years  memorizing   .   (       ❛     they're  the  closest  thing  you'll  give  me  to  children  ,   ❜      agent  teases  him  with  a  snort  ,   looking  off  the  balcony  at  his  associates  ,   golden  laughter  tumbling  from  her  lips  when  feeling  his  lips  against  her  own  NECK  ,  nipping  at  her  most  sensitive  spots  ,    ❛     the  least  i  can  do  is  memorize  their  faces  .   we're  the  only  family  they've  got  .    ❜     )

  ۟. ♡               ៶       hand  reaches  out  for  the  ARM  of  the  other  before  katarina  can  process  what  her  body  is  doing  ,  hand  gripping  his  BICEP  with  vice  like  grip   ;    years  of  training  screaming  for  her  to  reach  for  PISTOL  under  her  skirt  where  it  lingers  on  her  THIGH  but  suppresses  the  feeling  ,  the  familiar  feeling  of  metal  against  her  back  not  enough  to  keep  her  silent  .      ❛     don't you dare  ...  walk  away  from  me ,  mirage   .  you  owe  me  that  ,  at  least  .     ❜    

—    ۟. ♡    (       for  @killerhubby's  aurelio      )    !

#​🇰​​🇦​​🇹​​🇦​​🇷​​🇮​​🇳​​🇦​ ‚ ic. #killerhubby #SMILES

[intcritus]

" let me love you. " @ sage ♡

mirage's love is intense, sage had known that the second she realized what it meant to love him, for him to love her. it's not something she's ever shied away from. infact, she encouraged it. something about how passionate he was about being together, about loving her, even when they were having a spat always amused her. because it wasn't like he'd ever let go of her. even now, after a very frustrated argument, it ends with her against the front door, his body pressed to hers, wrist pinned to the door above her head. she'd bitten him for the audacity, he still bears her teeth marks on his forearm but sage doesn't want him anyway than how he is now. a little insane, a touch feral but full of love and all hers.

part of her can't even remember just what they'd been arguing about. but it's forgotten about. for the moment. let me love you. as if she would deny him the simplest of things. ❝ ━ you're just saying that because i'm mad at you. ❞ voice is soft, a tad bit playful as she lets her head rest back against the front door, ❝ ━ of course you can love me. i will never ask you to change, i won't ask much of you, ever. so love me, wholeheartedly and come back to me. even if you can't, text me. going more than two nights without hearing from you is terrifying. ❞ it's hard to not worry, the need to hear his voice is a need, not just a want. / @killerhubby

#MIRAGE ( DANTE ) ╱ » mo ghràdh -- the monster in you shall always be cradled by my tender heart. #killerhubby #🍀. ◦ ✧ ✩ ( retired milennial ic. ) ᵐᶤˢᵇᵉᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉᶰ ᶤᶰᵗᵉᶰᵗᶤᵒᶰˢˑ #mmmmmmmmmmmmm th em #👑ˑ » ( answered. ) ᶜʰᵒᵒˢᶤᶰᵍ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉᶰ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵘᶜᵗᶤᵒᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉˑ

[4doji]

27, 16, or 42 :3

42. image based prompt.

"That sad look on your face really doesn't suit you." The observation is frank and to the point; he was never one to hold or still his tongue, after all. As a man of little words, the few words that were spoken were chosen carefully, with little embellishments or frill, and, at this point in his life, after everything he's endured up to this point, he knew it was best to say what needed to be said instead of leaving it unspoken... or saying it when it was too late.

"Heh. It's not that ill - fitting, is it? My shirt, I mean." His iconic crimson red shirt was loose. Far too loose. The undone top buttons at betrayed just how drastically his health had fallen-- how the vibrancy of his skin tone dulled, how much muscle tone he'd lost, how pronounced his collar bones were... a testament to how much time has passed and how his illness claimed more of him every day.

The sand was warm beneath their feet, and the waves that lapped at their feet was welcomed. The sun had begun its descent in the horizon, bathing the sky in radiant reds, saturated blues, and warmed orange.

" ... I apologize. You and I finally reunite after I disappear for years, just for you to find out that I'm living on borrowed time. I know an apology will never make up for the torment I've caused you, but I'm grateful you came out here to meet me." It was a loose end he wanted to tie-- not for his own sake, but theirs as well. A proper means of closure. It was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, cruel. A cruel, cruel kindness.

This was his rightful punishment, after all. Poetically and appropriately reaped for his failure to ask for help, for being too stubborn to want to rely or depend on anyone. It was a burden he didn't want anyone to bear. Not Haruka, not the other children, not Dante.

How can we call this world just when men like you don't get a happy ending? He'd recalled those words said by the proprietor of the Survive Bar.

it was never within reach. Not once. Maybe briefly. Maybe for a short while. But never permanently.

#killerhubby #ic. #I NEED TO REBUILD MY TAGS #cancer mention tw #illness mention tw #「 桐生 一馬 」ㅤ𝙖𝙣𝙨.

[knifvd]

@killerhubby asked : 'when we met, i promised myself i'd keep you safe.' KATARINA :)c

            it's  dark   .

            (     you're   not  sure  how  long  you  prayed  for  :  never  considered  yourself  much  of  a  believer  in  those  above  given  the  things  that  god  herself  had  made  you  walk  through  ,  ripped  you  limb  from  limb  ,  made  you  a  chasm  of  a  woman  and  left  you  with  nothing  but  sand  slipping  between  fingers  as  every  single  part  of  you  that  made  you  you  was  robbed  of  you  .  so  isolated  in  some  kind  of  chasm  you're  now  grasping  for  a  god  you  had  condemned  long  ago  ,  you're  everything  that  bastard  church  told  you  you  were  ,  you're  a  traitor  .   but  you  don't  care  .  you're  nothing  more  than  a  scared  little  girl  again  ,  still  clinging  to  whatever  god  is  out  there  ,  begging  them  to  save  you  .    )

             shattered   piece  of  GLASS  ,  presumably  from  that  of  previous  water  glass  ,  held  tightly  in  PALM  of  her  hand   ,  sharp  side  slicing  and  DICING  her  hand  where  it  see  fit   :   donned  in  nothing  but  the  same  raggedy  tshirt  that  they  had  taken  her  in  ,  bloodied  by  her  own  BLOOD  and  bruising   .  sits  with  back  PRESSED  against  dingey  ,  cement  walls  of  the  cell  ,  familiarity  in  the  dark  only  provided  that  she  no  longer  needed   to  watch  her  back  .  the  presence  of  the  OTHER  is  greeted  with  her  HOLDING  the  make  shift  knife  defensively  :  don't  you  recognize  it   ?   don't  you  recognize  it  ?  come  on  ,  you  spent  hours  ,  days  ,  months  ,  memorizing  that  voice  like  a  puzzle  you  could  never  decipher  .  don't  attack  the  one  person  who'd  die  for  you  .  wheezing  BREATHS   from  beatings  earlier  taken  ,  she  blinks  back  tears  at  the  voice  .   

           (    are  you  so  broken  down  you  don't  even  recognize  the  one  man  who  taught y ou  what  LOVE  is  ?   there  were  days  you'd  cling  to  his  VOICE  ,   take  it  no  less  than  one  would  the  gospel  .   it's  him  .  it's  him  .  the  safety  and  warmth  that  floods  your  chest  isn't  your  paranoia  or  body  finally  betraying  you  .  don't  you  get  it  ?   you're  not  alone  .  you're  not  alone  .  he's  got  you  ,  like  every  single  time  he's  promised  ,  he  has  you  .    )

ㅤㅤ❛     baby   ?     ❜ㅤ   voice  waters   ,   so  small  ,  coated  with  tears  to  be  spilled  ,  relief  flooding  into  her  voice  and  system  ,  shoulders  untensing  ,  and  oh  god  ,  after  it  all  ,  she's  finally  home  .  even  in  this  dark  ,  decrepit  cell  with  nothing  but  PAIN  flooding  her  body  time  and  time  again  ,  she  still  finds  herself  at  home  .  even  now  .  especially  now  .  hand  relaxes  it's  PIN  TIGHT  grip  on  shard  of  glass  ,  blood  leaking  from  PALM  as  she  does  so  ,  lets  it  clatter  to  the  ground  dully  .

          (         ❛     i   think   you're  just  a  flirt   ,     ❜    katarina  offers  with  a  SNORT   ,  naked  body  fitting  closer  into  him  ,   soft  ,  albeit  scarred  hand  to  rub  small  circles  into  his  HIP  ,  dark  eyes  lingering  on  his  countenance   ,      ❛     i  haven't  needed  the  help  from  a  man  ,  and  i  sure  haven't  started  to  need  it  now  ,     ❜   she  coos  ,  hand  to  find  itself  no  LONGER  on  his  hip  ,  but  giggles  as  he  rolls  on  top  of  HER  ,  arms  interlinking  themselves  behind  his  NECK  as  hot  breath  finds  itself  on  her  neck   .   mumbled  WORDS  ,  and  gentle  golden  notes  of  happiness  ,  pulls  him  TIGHTER  to  her  . 

                  ❛     you're  saying  you  didn't  like  me  coming  to  your  rescue   ?   i  don't  do  that  for  just  anyone   ,  you  know  ,      ❜     deep  rumble  of  laughter  matches  her  own  giggles  :  if  only  to  feel  his  heartbeat  against  her  own  chest  .   not  a  single  piece  of  CLOTHING  lingers  on  her  body  ,  but  never  feels  the  shame  of  the  scars  that  linger  on  her  .  not  even  when  he  traced  them  with  his  LIPS  ,  not  even  when  he  stripped  her  piece  by  piece  .  the  blanket  and  WARMTH  she  feels  is  something  she  knows  cannot  be  because  of  the  thin  top  sheet  of  his  BED   ,  but  she'll  ignore  it  .  she'll  ignore  it  ,  again  and  again   ---  because  it's  what  she  does  best  .  she's  not  allowed  this  ,  knows  it  in  her  brain  ,  in  her  heart  ,  she's  not  allowed  something  as  easy  and  SIMPLE  as  this  ,  but  god  ...  he  makes  her  wish  she  could  .        ❛     i'll  always  come   back  for  you    .      ❜   

                 cups  his  cheeks  ,  expression  unreadable  as  heavy  lidded  eyes  flicker  'pon  his  countenance    ,    internalizing  the  lie  he  spews  .  instead  ,  doesn't  say  anything  ,  pulls  him  down  for  a  KISS   ,  and  lets  herself  linger  in  the  moment  .   after  all  ,   it's  not  like  she'll  have  it  for  long  .      )

             knows  these  familiar  arms  that  WRAP  themselves  around  her  waist  ,   her  all  but  collapsing  into  his  embrace   ,  tears  falling  from  her  EYES  ,  like  body  finally  giving  her  permission  to  SOB  .       ❛     you  came  back  for  me   ,      ❜      katarina  utters  into  his  SHOULDER  ,  biting  back  pain  and  sobs  ,  voice  all  but  MUFFLED  by  his  shirt  .        ❛     you  came  back  .      ❜    agent  clings  to  him  like  he's  her  ONLY   lifeline  .       ❛     i  didn't  ...  i  didn't  think  you  would  .       ❜   

                𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘  𝙖𝙣𝙙  𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚  𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥  𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨.  𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜.

#killerhubby #❮ Y. KATARINA ❯ — answered . #❮ Y. KATARINA ❯ — main . #torture / #blood / #religion / #ask to tag #suggestive / #long post /

[voraxiia]

kissing the tears from their cheeks . for hana !

 ㅤ⁺₊ ﹙ㅤkiss & tell   //  @killerhubbyㅤ﹚

ㅤㅤㅤit hadn’t even been a big deal , if he had to be honest . mistreatment wasn’t new , even if it didn’t mean each time could hurt a little less . blame him for being so sensitive and emotional , perhaps , that was what he was often told whenever tears came into the picture . which was why he had learnt to keep it to himself , huddled up as he silently let tears fall . 

ㅤㅤㅤthough he hadn’t expected the other man to be back so soon , hastily trying to wipe his tears away when he heard the door open even if they kept falling unbidden . mustering a smile and his least shakyㅤ❝ㅤwelcome back !ㅤ❞ㅤbefore firm , yet gentle hands came to cradle his face , eyelids fluttering shut as he felt tender kisses on his cheeks , still wet with sadness . 

ㅤㅤㅤhe couldn’t help but smile , before lips finally parted in a feeble laugh at Dante’s antics . he truly knew how to love him .

#killerhubby #＊╱ hana & dante #＊╱ hana #＊╱ hana — in character #// sowwy for being late ... ily ...

[ofovertime]

@killerhubby liked for something.

"Personally, if you are going to stare someone down, make sure they aren't facing you when it happens." the male couldn't help but let out a small sigh from his lips. He wasn't sure what the other was about -- but he knew something didn't feel right. Though Nanami didn't feel as if being stared at was what he wanted today. It didn't matter who it was.

#killerhubby #helloooo!

[ekleipsi]

--- ' Mirage. ' Words are spoken smoothly, coolly in front of the others as kitsune's palms meet the mahogany of the table. There are others in the room and that's why her address of him is so respectful and so attentive. Clawed nails tap against surface, moss gaze leveling at him easily before it rakes over the others in the vicinity. ' My territory is being nosed around by some of...your low tiered grunts. If you don't keep them in check...I will. ' An ounce of warning, nibbling at her lower lip as she lofts a brow at him for his response, head tilting.

@killerhubby, for mirage!

#empyreal coryphee | koharu |--; #killerhubby #TALKS BUSINESS WITH HIM #COUGHS INTO FIST #AHAHA

[assassincraft]

                         ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 「   @killerhubby​ starter time !!   」

they told the kids there were going to be people coming from the outside to help with the assassination and so far, two of them were... sub par. irina tried to steal the assassination right from under their noses and harassed the kids, and takaoka beat the kids into the floor and almost beat nagisa into the floor. so of course he wasn't thrilled when they introduced someone else again... a little anxious since he'd been at the center of attention the last two times someone came around.

being drilled during gym with their knife skills, the smaller was... behind his classmates for sure in speed and strengths of his strikes. they were sloppy, hesitant, and he was getting a little bit too in his head about things, last week he would have been better. but after everything that happened... he was just a little bit shaken up about it all. getting paired up with their new addition to the classroom a bit off from the class for some extra training, nagisa dragged his feet a bit along as he was taken off to the side.

hesitation to speak as they both stopped walking, blue hues looking into the eyes that he could see through the mask the other had on. faceless teachers... well, two of them now, he wouldn't really count what koro had going on as a real face... whatever it was.

❝ you're... not gonna treat us like the last guy, are you ?? ❞ there was a genuine look of concern on the kids face... not really focused on the knife in his hand at all as he was supposed to be drilling. he was worried, making a mistake last time meant punishment, and sure, it was only one instance, but he didn't know what to expect from these for hire types now.

#「⑆」 i wonʼt say a word until you stop breathing 🗡️ in character 「⑆」 #「⑆」 it has more to do with me killing him than it ever did protecting myself 🗡️ closed rp 「⑆」 #「⑆」 we could be the hero’s that we always said we’d be 🗡️ main verse 「⑆」 #killerhubby #dont wORRY NAGISA HE GOT YOUR BACK HE'LL DECK SOMEONE FOR YOUR LITTLE SELF #PAT PAT

[shecharm]

he is kissing face, adoring every feature that made her, her ⸻ affection rooted in absolute adoration and the undeniable obsession. hands hold face with care, tenderness that no other would ever know, those same hands used to kill mercilessly, the soul that drives such violence under her command. if she so wishes for it ⸻ he would kill anyone for her, but why think of murder, when he can adore the one who has his heart and soul for a little while longer ...

━━━━   a   smile   melts   o'er   her   lips   no   different   than   butter   melting   upon   warm   toast.   her   chest   flutters   with   naught   but   the   most   tender   love   for   him.   each   kiss   is   met   with   a   breathless   laugh   from   the   fox,   all   five   tails   swaying   from   left   to   right   beyond   the   shape   of   hips.   his   hands   hold   her   face   with   the   utmost   care,   whilst   her   own   rest   as   his   wrists;   holding   onto   him.   they   had   always   been   so   touchy   with   one   another,   her   beloved.   had   she   still   been   in   possession   of   her   own   soul,   it   would've   been   given   to   him   without   so   much   as   a   second   thought.

mirage   was   most   deserving   of   it,   heart   and   soul.   alas,   she   didn't   own   not   a   one   but   there   is   a   warmth   in   her   chest   no   matter   in   which   burns   only   for   him.   an   internal   flame,   lit   only   by   the   match   of   his   touch.   thumbs   brush   along   the   veins   in   his   wrist,   favoring   the   pulse   held   within   them.   tall   ears   twitch   atop   her   head   before   the   fox   would   inevitably   turn   her   head,   greeting   his   affections   with   a   chaste   kiss   to   the   tip   of   his   nose.   he   was   spoiling   her.

━━━━━━ * / unprompted ! , ( @killerhubby )

#// MY BABIESS #&; killerhubby . \ ♡ —— ﹙ the desire to be loved. devoured. ruined. — mirage . ﹚ #killerhubby #♡ ——— ﹙ answered . ﹚ #♡ ——— ﹙ in character . ﹚

[mundmutter]

[ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ] for some soft ...

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 / accepting. ( [ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are spooning for comfort and warmth. )

―  🜛  ―  heat  within  an  enclosed  room  seemed  to  grow  more  and  more  difficult  by  each  passing  winter,  though  the  people  around  her  had  advanced  it  seemed  that  earth  was  not  told  to  stroll  alongside  it.  The  brick  fireplace  by  the  front  of  the  bed  had  done  well  to  blanket  them  from  the  cold,  but  it  did  little  to  completely  warm  them  whilst  beneath  the  blankets.  temperatures  twinned  the  outside  snow,  though  the  only  pure  white  within  the  room  had  been  the  hair  currently  shielding  hands  from  the  cold.  The  two  of  them  must  have  complained  all  evening  ;  bundled  in  various  wool,  Chaffee  weighted  and  panting  and  overheating  them  anyway.  .  .  they  could  not  win. 

Not  until  the  lights  had  lowered  and  their  bodies  grew  too  tired  did  they  retire  into  bed,  and  after  a  few  more  moments  under  the  comforters  of  animal  furs  and  cotton  cushions,  did  she  pull  her  nightslip  over  her  head,  leaving  skin  exposed  to  the  soft  embrace  of  freshly  cleaned  sheets.  As  if  knowing  what  she  had  been  aiming  for,  Dante  soon  followed  suit  ―  not  that  he  needed  much  convincing  in  the  first  place,  with  the  sight  of  the  naked  form  tugged  firmly  against  any  self-restraint  that  may  have  lain  dormant  in  anticipation  for  the  nights  sleep.  She  turns  onto  her  most  comfortable  side,  Dante's  stubbled  face  buried  deep  within  her  hair  (  the  scent  of  lavender  his  aid,  the  softness  of  locks  a  temptation  into  slumber  )  ,  taking  such  joy  in  this  life  she  may  experience. 

To  simply  lay  and  be.  To  be  held  and  slept  upon,  skin  in  touch  with  skin,  the  cuddled  up  form  of  Chaffee  that  nestled  within  the  curve  of  their  legs,  hardly  anything  could  compare  to  such  a  paradise.  She  could  awaken  in  the  morning  and  know  that  there  was  at  least  one  human  who  sought  her  warmth.  That  she  was  known,  and  she was loved.

       " Good  night,  Dante.  I  love  you. "

#― ic. answered #killerhubby #― clawing out through the dirt | a belladonna blooming | main #teehee #i am taking advantage of the snow outside hehehh

[mythcaels]

❝ My hair is getting pretty long, huh ? ❞ He plays with a piece of it, twirling it around as his pale blue hues find their way to look at the other. ❝ I was thinking of growing it out like I had a while back . . . What do you think ? ❞ / @killerhubby starter.

#killerhubby #// i couldn't stop thinking about ..... love and growing his hair out i couldn't #// i imagine here that his hair is already longer than it was when they met and it's just growing so fast omg #⸻ ❛ 𝐢𝐜 » love miller.

[fuyumine]

:3

NAOTO'S TYPE BINGO !! ( ACCEPTING ! )

"That's - that's multiple bingos!" She's not sure if she's impressed or flustered by this, especially in knowing the circumstances that are bringing them together. Could this be a lucky break?!

#killerhubby #naoto : WDYM MY ARRANGED HUSBAND IS MY TYPE