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Assassin fic poll!
I might do it my way anyway but I'd also like to hear your opinion (because I might finish it early and then be too lazy to rewrite it lol)
Currently working on an assassin fic,
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Second person (you)
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third person or Emma person (she)
Assassin fic karkat
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Kagome stood close enough, and hoped that he couldn’t hear the thrumming of her heart in her chest. “You want to take them down?”
“Absolutely,” Kouga answered with a smirk. “You signing up?”
“Yes.” Kagome had never been this giddy before a hit. She imagined that it was because she was actually forming the building blocks of the mission, instead of coming on as a pretty face. “Who else is on the team?”
"You're looking at it."
Malec Fic: Dirty Water
6,546 words, one-shot [Explicit]
In which Alec and Magnus are assassins trying to cross each other off, but kisses, unnerving attraction and an inability to keep their hands to themselves keeps getting in the way.
Here on AO3
Bad At Love (pt. 1)
Characters: Bruce x Katherine (oc)
Warnings: violence, blood, language, mentions of torture
Notes: not sure ware this came from but *shrugs* let me know if you guys want me to continue it or not. Now obviously if you’ve seen Guns For Hire you’ll know this is definitely an au given the events of the movie.
For all of you who don’t know Bruce is Jeffrey Dean Morgan’s character in Guns For Hire, he’s an assassin who fancies knives, acid and torture ;)
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The loud thwack of a fist hitting Bruce’s jaw echoed throughout the empty warehouse. Groaning he rolled his head forward to spit a mouthful of blood on the concrete by his boots.
Letting out a wheezing laugh, his bloody teeth gleaming in the dull light he smiled up at the woman before him.
“Oh Kitty Kat…I’ve missed you”
The woman’s beautiful face twisted in anger before she pulled back slamming her fist against his face with a loud crunch.
“Fuck!!” he roared, the ropes around his wrists behind the chair cut into his skin as a stream of blood and saliva dripped from his bruised mouth.
Leaning over he let out a rough cough, wincing as another smile spread across his swelling skin.
“Baby… we both know I’m better at this” he chuckled leering at her with his piercing eyes.
She glared at him, her mouth pulled back in a vicious snarl as she kicked his chair over straddling his chest so she could grip his shirt.
“I fucking gave you everything, and…and you used me, made me do horrible things…you destroyed my life”. She was screaming at him, her long hair hanging down onto his chest.
He licked his lip with a wicked smile “You were magnificent baby, those crackpot doctors of yours are full of shit”. He leaned his head back with an almost soft smile “fire and gasoline baby…we lit the city on fire”.
She closed her eyes shaking her head “no, you…you tricked me” she jabbed her finger at him, her whole body shaking.
“You made me think you…you cared for me, that you understood”
He shifted his body with a slight wince before his smile returned “what makes you think I don’t?”
She growled slapping him hard across the face “don’t try to pull that shit on me…not on me!!… your whole ‘play dumb’ routine makes me fucking sick…you’re a manipulative bastard”.
He huffed, biting his lip with a breathy laugh “what did they do to you?” she stared down at him in rage “the only one who did anything to me Bruce was you”.
His smile slowly faded as he cocked his head at her “Katherine”.
She looked at him with a deep frown as he grunted, moving his body to try and get comfortable. “You remember when you told me about your baby sister?” she rolled her lips as tears welled up in her eyes with a nodded.
He sighed “I told you that it wasn’t your fault, that you couldn’t change who you are…I meant every word”.
She grimaced “stop pretending you care, we both know you’re not capable”. He growled “I don’t need to justify myself to you, I made you feel powerful…that’s what fucking matters”. He thrashed against his binds “you need me, to make you feel…alive” he rasped licking his teeth.
“I don’t need you” Katherine hissed getting to her feet as she dragged his chair upright. Jerking forward as the chair’s legs hit the concrete, Bruce glared at her as she circled around him.
“Then untie me”
She stopped “so you can kill me?”
He laughed “why the hell would I do that?”
She walked around to face him “why wouldn’t you?”
He smiled, his whole body seemed to vibrate with excitement “because you complete me, everyday you were at that fucking place it was like I could feel you…like a phantom limb”.
She furrowed her brow “you tortured me!” he rolled his eyes “that wasn’t torture darlin…I was letting you see me… for who I was, for who I am… like you…no secrets remember?”.
“You made me feel crazy”
He chuckled deeply “you’re not crazy baby, neither of us are”.
She shook her head “I…I can’t do this again, it feels like a giant nightmare”. He nodded “look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t fucking miss it”.
She looked at him before dropping her gaze “I’m not playing this game Bruce”.
“Then why am I here?”
Pulling his large knife from the back of her pants she eyed him with a sad smile.
“Closure”.
He gave her a manic grin bouncing his legs in excitement “look at you…fucking beautiful”.
She was trembling as she moved in behind him, wrapping her arm around his neck to press his knife firmly against his throat. She was breathing heavy, her chest brushing against him slightly as he leaned his head to the side.
His eyes drifting closed “do it baby, set yourself free”. She pressed the cool blade into his skin sending a drop of blood running down his neck. He let out a breathy moan “do it and release yourself…”.
She pressed her forehead against the side of his face with a sob “I…I cant”.
The knife fell from her hand clattering to the concrete as she broke down, Bruce sighed nuzzling his head against hers “you were so close baby” he purred.
“I’m so proud of you”
She grimaced baring her teeth “I…I should kill you…”
Running his nose down the her cheek he smiled against her neck “but you don’t want to?”
Laving her neck with bloody open mouthed kisses he groaned “you missed me”.
Her eyes drifted shut, Bruce had been the only person who ever made her feel normal.
Worthy.
Loved?
He hurt her on more than one occasion, told her things about himself he claimed only she knew. Made her do things she could never forgive herself for.
He was poison.
She grasped the side of his face digging her nails into his tan skin with a hiss. Growling against her flesh he lifted his head up to her lips just resting his against hers.
“We belong together”
Katherine bit her trembling lip as she rubbed her hand up his face caressing his hair.
“I hate you so much” she choked.
His eyes were closed as she pressed her lips against his, sliding her tongue inside his mouth. He smiled as his mouth worked with hers, their tongues tangling with one another with noisy appreciation. The taste of blood in his mouth only seemed to encourage her as she leaned over him, pressing her hand against his throat.
Bruce let out a deep groan as she pulled away with a look of defeat, sliding to the floor at his side she slowly laid her head on his lap. Her bloodshot eyes falling on his knife, her still shaking hand reaching out to grab its handle.
Dragging the blade across the concrete, she rubbed her head against his thigh as more tears fell down her face. Bruce watched her as she eyed the shimmering blade with contempt her eyes clenching shut as she quickly reached behind him to slice through the rope.
Pulling his arms to his lap, he rubbed his bracelet covered wrist as he got to his feet.
Katherine remained on the floor her eyes still closed as she dropped his knife back to the floor. He smirked crouching down in front of her, grasping her chin between his fingers. Her eyes fluttering open “just kill me…please” she sighed.
Giving her a soft smile he rose to his full height holding out his hand to help her to her feet.
She looked at him in confusion “why?”
Pulling her to him he cradled her head with his right hand as he rubbed her back.
“Because we’re two halves of the same whole, not even god himself could keep us apart”.
She was still crying, she tried so hard to end this toxic relationship between the two of them. But try as she might, she couldn’t stop herself from caring.
She loved the madman wrapped around her.
More than she could ever love herself.
“I will kill you!”
He smiled, rocking her back and forth as he kissed her hair “I wouldn’t have it any other way my love”.
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Assassins fic (How I'd end my book if I ever wrote one) - "He knows this is the end because all he can think of, is her"
B's reached the end of his life. He knows this with surety.
How? you might ask.
Well, it's not because he's writhing in pain, unable to staunch the blood flowing from his chest. It's not because there seems to be more blood pooled around him than what's left in his body. It's not because he's in a dark alleyway and your quintessential fucking villain is slowly approaching him for the killing blow..
He knows this is the end because all he can think of, is her.
Her. A's face envelops his thoughts. Her evil laugh, her low voice, the way her features soften under the moonlight.
The heavy steps stop. A weapon is raised, casting a black shadow over his broken body.
'I'll never forgive you'. The last words she'd ever said to him.
'Don't,' he whispers, voice skimming over the cobblestones, reaching no one.
The killing blow never comes.
Spy Fic (Imagine 1) - “the ache in her chest could turn out to be a bullet hole soon enough”
FLUFF/FLUFF/FLUFF/FLUFF/FLUFF/FLUFF/FLUFF/FLUFF/TENSION
Agent B had worked worked her way up in Orange enterprises - or so it was affectionately called by its employees. In reality, the criminals-for-hire agency had no name and no office. It only consisted of random rendezvous points in pockets of the city and the only way you, a layperson, would ever know about them was if you were hanging off the end of an Orange issued dagger.
After being plucked off the streets at ten, Agent B had stolen, spied and killed even - she’d been immoral and had succeeded every mission for ten years and yet.. she was still fucking second. Second to Agent A. Mention of his name riled her. The top tier assassin who had been gangly and awkward ten years ago, had now become Orange’s prized possession. It made her sick. The way his dark curls fell into his eyes when his fringe started to fall out of his ponytail made her sick. The way he bit the inside of his lip when scheming an escape plan made her sick. The way way she could see the curve of his biceps through his matching red plaid pyjamas made her sick. And yet she could only hate him to protect herself - the ache in her chest could turn out to be a bullet hole soon enough.
‘Then you’ll go behind the orchestra.. Agent B!’
She snapped back to reality and found his chestnut eyes on her - albeit annoyed. Fuck, did he say something?
‘As I was saying, I’ll guide the princess here while you block the prince’s view from here’, he tapped on the map laid out on the hotel room desk.
‘No fool it would be way more effective if we did the swap just before the balcony, see if the moonlight falls from the eastern window, the eastern window is going to be the darkest place..’
Dressed in a faded oversized tee and crumpled linen pants, Agent B had felt like she missed some sort of dress code when she entered the living room of the shared hotel room. Don’t get it twisted - there were two rooms separated by a luxurious living room.
They rarely worked as allies and the idea of it excited and terrified her. She needed this promotion, this livelihood, this life of shadows and steel was all she had. Agent B had to become A. She had to become number one. The cool steel dagger tied to her back longed to bathe in blood.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The Assassin fic is finally here!
Summary:
The groups gets together to play their annual game of assassin! Josh is looking to add a fifth year to his championship, everyone's looking to dethrone him. Ashley's just hoping to survive.
