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Tags:An established relationship, ultraviolance!!,
Synopsis: reader is work for FBI to be a field agent, and one night you got attack by a group of drunk people.
grace is worried for you after you got to home!
WC: 1.786
Since English is not my everyday language, please tell me if there are any typos😅😅
Hopefully you enjoy my first fanfiction!!!
The night felt cold and still. You walked along the dimly lit sidewalk after wrapping up your business at the FBI office; your car had broken down earlier that day and had to be left at the repair shop for the time being. However, you had already let your wife, Grace, know that you would be getting home a little late because you had to walk. She had actually wanted to pick you up, but you declined, citing a desire to get a little exercise an excuse that made her chuckle softly. You didn't want to inconvenience her, considering she was still working herself at such a late hour.
Your home wasn't too far from the office, so the journey shouldn't take long—at least, that was what you told yourself. Your footsteps echoed through the city's silence, contending with the gusts of night wind that cut right through your jacket. You let your gaze wander over every mural adorning the city walls, all while sensing the faint hum of distant traffic a ceaseless flow of passing vehicles. You couldn't wait to get home and await Grace's return to spend the evening in pure joy, for tomorrow was a day off for both of you, and... yet, your train of thought came to an abrupt, sudden halt. In that very instant.
The silence shattered.
Oh God, this isn't going to end well, You murmured to yourself.
From the far end of the dark street ahead, a group of heavily intoxicated men emerged, staggering unsteadily. There were four of them. The pungent stench of alcohol immediately assaulted your senses, even from several meters away. Their laughter sounded loud, hoarse, and uncontrolled. Their bloodshot, bleary eyes locked onto you the moment you attempted to walk past them.
"Hey, look... some midnight entertainment," slurred a man in a denim jacket, stepping forward to block your path.
Your muscles tensed in response to the looming threat before you; adrenaline flooded your bloodstream as you braced yourself for the worst case scenario
A fight.
Let's see what this thing can get for me
"You picked the wrong opponent," you said calmly. "Alcohol ruins the brain, but tonight, I’m the one who’s going to ruin your faces." A burly man lunged forward aggressively.
"So arrogant!" *Crack!* You seized his wrist and twisted it sharply. His heavy body collapsed into a trash bin. "One down," you whispered. "The alcohol has made you slow. Like snails." The man in the denim jacket flew into a rage and threw a wild, unrefined punch. You ducked smoothly. "Your moves are too predictable," you taunted. You landed a solid uppercut; the man's jaw audibly rattled, and he instantly crumpled onto the asphalt.
"Two down. Who's next?" you asked with a sneer. Suddenly, danger struck from the side. A third man hurled a thick glass tumbler—a fast, unexpected move. *Crash!* You were too slow to dodge; the glass smashed against your temple. Warm, fresh blood trickled down your cheek, and a sharp, stinging pain pulsed through you. Your vision blurred for a moment. The man laughed triumphantly. "Take that!" You wiped the blood from your temple with the back of your hand. You stared at the red stain, then gave a faint smile. The atmosphere around you turned menacing.
"Nice shot," you said in a low voice. "But that glass shattered—and unfortunately for you, I didn't." You surged forward before he could brace himself; rage made your movements lightning-fast. You parried his arm and delivered a powerful side kick to his chest. *Thud!* He was sent flying against a wall, groaning in agony as he clutched his stomach. The last remaining man turned pale, his knees shaking violently. You stepped closer, blood still trickling from your temple, your gaze as sharp as a knife. "Want to join them in getting patched up, or run for it now?" You asked coldly. The man turned around. He fled in a panic, terrified.
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After the fight, you limped slightly on your way back home.
You drew everyone's attention along the way; it felt like you were putting on a show, constantly being stared at by passersby—likely because of the wound on your cheek.
You started climbing each step with heavy steps, the sound of your footsteps echoed through the hallways of the apartment made of old wooden floors, you reached into your pants pocket to find the key to the door of your apartment that you shared with Grace. You weakly directed the key to the door lock and opened it with a distinctive sound.
It was the silence that first called to you, Grace certainly wasn't home at 7pm, so you started to enter your apartment, as you took your first step, slowly but surely, the stuffy air in the room began to be replaced with fresh air from outside.
You walk through the rooms to get to the bathroom, and you start to look in the mirror at your face.
dammit!,..... this hurt. your murmur
there were some scars, but luckily they were just a few small glass shards and scratches that weren't too deep.
You take gauze and some bandages.
First of all, you clean the wound carefully, then apply antiseptic medicine.
once that was done, you continued with a few tugs on the bandage on your cheek.
Your cheeks now look chubby after being bandaged.
But one thing you forgot to checking about, the floor was smeared with your own blood. And exactly after that incident, grace is on the way in home.
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She's easing the car going through the road, music fully the background inside the car, she turn on the ac full, she's eyes keep checking every corner after every turn going home.
In 8:30 PM, she has done going a way to home, after parked the car, she's immediately walk onto the apartment that you both living together, but she's got shocked by some blood that smeared on the floor when her wanna going straight up on the stairs, she's climbed every step of the stairs with heavy step, she's heart pounding, that's feel she's heart gonna get out from her chest, she's thinking if anything wrong has done.
This times, everything getting serious for her
She's keep walking, her eyes keep darting every inch the blood that have on the floor, slowly when she step towards her room, the smeared was going through into their room, she's realized that and make her walk more fast.
"Oh shit" She murmurs
Exactly what she thought
Her breathing start to uneven as she star reaching the front door with little running, after reaching the front door of your both apart, her chest feels more tightening, before she's wanna getting open the door, she considering to call you first, afraid if that it was robbery, but he trying to convince herself to do it by herself.
She's reaching her pocket, getting armed by the pistol that's always she's bring when come out for duties, when she's trying to open the door, isn't locked, after pushing the door, she's immediately pointing her gun to the towards of you that's in the living room, she's looking at you when you start to cleaning the rest of your bloods on the floor, you immediately shocked by loud sound that come out from the front door, You left the mop on the floor in shock as you saw Grace holding a gun and aiming it at you, she freezeing, you freezing same exactly like her did, leaveing the air for you both with awkward moment.
"y/n?" She's stutter
his face went from being tense to panic seeing your bandaged face.
"Grace? Hold on, let me explain" You muttered.
She pointing down her gun from you, atleast you wouldn't kill cuz for being considered robbed "what has been done to you y/n? " Grace asking you, you can see purely nervously and scared on her face, "I'm just getting done with creep drunk peoples out there" You saying back, Seeing her silent, it's a sign that he agrees for you to continue your explanation. "When I went going home, some drunk people has chasing me in my way-" You keep explained what just happened to you, you even dont realize if she step walk closely into you, she both green eyeiris observating every inch of your body, from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet.
"- and when I grip he's hand tight, I throw him away from me" when you back to see her, you got yourself got watching under her contort face, you immediately stop yapping "alright, it's my fault not calling you to picking me up after work" You said with both of your hands throwing up, sign that's you give up
She immediately wrapped your body with her hand, grab your body tight, "don't do it again, I'm so fucking scary" Little tears create from her and falling down onto your chest, "I'm not doing it again" "You promise? " "I promise for you loved" She's immediately relax under your hands, you comfort her with rubing her back gently that make she slowly to stop crying, leaving the room under love and affection, you patted his shoulder "hey, at least I won on that fight, even with a cost" You make smirk on your face, now you seen like dumb people, but if that can't make grace smile again, why not.
She create little smile, a smile that's feel very cute and gorgeous from her, "I loved you" She muttered "I loved you to, honey" You saying back, the gap between you two gets smaller, you leaning closer to her, you immediately move your lips to hers, The kiss wasn’t gentle at first—it was messy with emotion: relief, guilt-turned-into-love again,*longing*. But slowly… slowly… it softened into something tender.
Grace gasped softly into the kiss—startled for half a second before melting completely, Your arms crushed her close, desperate and needing *proof* if your very loved her, Her lips moved against yours hungrily, kissing you back like she’d been starving for it. One hand slid up to cup your jaw while the other tangled in your hair, holding you as if afraid you’d vanish if she let go.
When they finally broke apart both breathing unevenly.
"First we need clean your self and after that we can go for sleep" She muttered
You move your one hand onto your head, create a salute gesture, "aye aye mom" You saying back with smirk on your face, grace scoffed by the nickname.
At least you will get more.. Much more of her affection, even that it comes with a cost of bandaged on your head.
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A/N: I really searching so much English Indiom cuz I just learned English and I don't have beta reader so.. maybe the results not that good, if you have advise for me, I really happy you can send you feedback on me, thanks for read this piece of shit, sky pack signed of✌
