You finally went on a date with your lovely husband.
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Warning: just fluff
Part 1: Wife Meets Friend | Part 2: Wife On A Mission | Part 3: Wife In Danger | Part 4: Husband Saves Wife | Part 5: Husband And Wife | Part 6: (you are reading it)
You sighed happily as the sun shone brightly as you stepped outside with John. You hadn’t had the chance to enjoy a simple day out in a long time. Usually, you would have to go on a mission or pretend to work, but this time it was different. Today was your free day.
John had insisted on taking you out, even though a part of you wanted to stay in bed all day, wrapped in his arms. But there was something exciting about the prospect of spending time together outside of the chaos, just like a normal couple.
“You look beautiful, my love.” John kissed your cheek, while a smile graced your lips. “And you look handsome.” You glanced at him. He truly was and always will be handsome.
“Where are you taking me, Captain Price?” You teased, linking your arm with his as you walked down the quiet street outside your house to the car.
John gave you a mischievous grin, his eyes twinkling under the brim of his ever-present cap. “You’ll see, love. Got a surprise for you.”
“Oh, a surprise?” You raised an eyebrow. “Should I be worried?”
He chuckled; his deep voice full of warmth. “Only if you don’t like good food and beautiful scenery.”
Your heart fluttered at his words and you squeezed his arm affectionately. “Sounds perfect.”
The drive to your destination was peaceful. You chatted about little things - movies you wanted to see, the funny things that 141 did lately, the most mundane but enjoyable topics. John’s hand rested on your thigh, a silent reassurance that he was here, that he wasn’t going anywhere.
After about thirty minutes, the car pulled up to a secluded place, overlooking a vast lake. It was breathtaking - calm, quiet, and peaceful. The water shimmered in the sun, and the trees swayed gently in the breeze.
“You did great, John.” You said, smiling brightly as you stepped out of the car, taking in the scene.
John grinned, pleased with himself as he grabbed a basket from the trunk of the car. “Thought you’d like it.”
You shot him a curious glance. “A picnic?”
“Why not?” He said, his tone playful.
You laughed, shaking your head as he spread out a blanket on the soft grass near the lake’s edge. The two of you settled down. As you unpacked the basket, you found an array of your favorite foods - simple but thoughtful. Sandwiches, fruit, cheese, and a bottle of wine.
“Wine in the middle of the day?” You teased as you pulled the bottle out, raising an eyebrow at him.
John shrugged, a grin on his face. “Why not? It’s not like we’ve got a mission later.”
Your heart warmed at the thought - no missions, no danger. Just the two of you, alone in this beautiful place. You uncorked the wine and poured it into the glasses John had brought, handing one to him as you sat back against the blanket.
“To us.” John said softly, raising his glass. “To this, and all the days ahead.”
You smiled, clinking your glass against his. “To us.”
The wine was crisp and cool, the food delicious. But more than anything, it was the company that made the day perfect. You talked and laughed, sharing stories from your past—some serious, some lighthearted, things you always tried to hide from your husband. He listened as you told him stories from your own life, from before everything had gotten so complicated, watching him nod and grab your hand.
After the food was gone and the wine had been drunk, you both lay back on the blanket, staring up at the sky. The sun was starting to set.
John’s hand found yours again, his fingers interlacing with yours as you lay in comfortable silence.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” You murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah.” He replied softly. “It is.”
You turned your head to look at him, and he was already looking at you. You knew you’d been through hell together, and there were bound to be more challenges ahead, but right now, in this moment, everything felt perfect.
“I’m glad we’re here.” You said, squeezing his hand.
John smiled that lit up his entire face. “Me too, love. Me too.”
You stayed like that for a while, watching the sunset in comfortable silence, feeling the weight of the past lift away with every passing moment.
Eventually, as the sky grew darker and the stars began to appear, John sat up and pulled you into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I’ve got one more surprise for you.”
“You will quit smoking?” You grinned, nudging him playfully, as he chuckled and shook his head. “No.”
You looked up at him, intrigued. “Wait… For real? Another surprise?”
John nodded; his eyes gleaming with excitement. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, folded piece of paper, handing it to you. “Open it.”
You unfolded the paper immediately, your eyes scanning the text. It was an itinerary… for a trip. A getaway to a remote cottage by the sea, just like you’d talked about during one of your many late-night conversations.
Your heart skipped a beat as you looked up at him. “John, this is…”
“I know we’ve both got jobs to do, and we’ll be called back soon enough…” John said softly, his hand resting on your cheek. “But I figured we deserved a proper holiday. Just you and me. No missions. No complications.”
Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him, overwhelmed by how thoughtful and kind he was. “You’re incredible, you know that?”
John smiled, his thumb brushing away the tear that slipped down your cheek. “Just trying to keep up with you, love.”
You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss. When you pulled back, you rested your forehead against his, your hands tangled in the fabric of his shirt.
“I love you.” You whispered.
“I love you too.” John whispered back.
For the first time in a long while, the world felt still. Peaceful. Perfect.
Who would have thought that your relationship would change after sharing a bed with Gaz?
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My first time writing smut... I hope that you will like it... Thanks for reading and have a great day! x3
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Warning: mdni! 18+, smut, nsfw
The mission had been horrible. Your heart still raced when you thought about the close calls, the moments when it felt like you might not make it out alive. But Gaz had been there. He stayed by your side, saving you whenever you needed him. Now, standing in the lobby of a hotel, you finally had a moment to breathe. Captain Price stood by the reception desk, collecting the room keys for the night as Soap leaned against the wall nearby, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Where are the rooms?” Soap asked, sounding exhausted as he glanced at Price.
Price returned with the keys in hand. ”Upstairs.” The captain replied, giving a key to each of the men. “Get some sleep. We're wheels up at 0600 sharp, so don’t even think about being late.”
The rest of the team nodded, each man taking their key and turning to head for the staircase. But then Price hesitated, clearing his throat as he looked over at you, his brow furrowing.
“(Y/N)...” He began slowly. “I’m sorry, but it looks like there aren’t enough rooms to go around. We’re short by one.”
Your eyes widened slightly. Before you could respond, Gaz stepped forward.
“Don’t worry about it.” He said with a small smile. “She can crash in my room. No problem.”
Your heart skipped a beat at his words, staring at him in surprise. “Are you sure?” You asked, a little uncertain. You didn’t want to impose, but the thought of sharing a room with Gaz didn’t sound all that bad.
He nodded, his smile warm and reassuring. “Yeah, don’t sweat it. We’ve been through worse, right?” You couldn’t help but smile back.
Price gave a curt nod of approval. “Sorted then. Just make sure you’re both ready in the morning.”
As Price turned away to head upstairs, you and Gaz exchanged a quick glance before making your way to his room. Once inside, you were greeted by a simple-looking king-size bed. The room was just as simple, but after the mission you only wanted somewhere to sleep.
“Look, you can take the bed.” Gaz said, already gesturing towards the floor. “I'll just crash down here. It’s no big deal.”
You shook your head immediately. “No way, Gaz. It’s your room. You take the bed, I’ll be fine with-“
Before you could finish, Gaz took a step closer and gently guided you towards the bed. “Love, you need the sleep. You’ve been through hell today. Just… take the bed, yeah?”
His voice was soft, but the concern behind it was clear. You couldn’t help but smile and blush at the nickname.
“Then let’s share the bed.” You suggested softly. “There’s plenty of room.”
Gaz froze for a moment, his eyes widening, before he cleared his throat.
“Uh… yeah, sure. That works…” He said. He turned away quickly, busying himself with removing his gear and avoiding your gaze as much as possible.
You chuckled under your breath. He was so adorable…
The two of you finally settled into bed, the silence in the room was almost notable. Gaz turned his back to you, his body stiff, as if he wasn’t quite sure how to relax.
“Goodnight.” He murmured.
“Goodnight.” You replied softly, turning on your side to face him. You could see the slight tension in his shoulders, the way his hand was clenched into a fist. A small smile tugged at your lips. The thought of Gaz being flustered by something as simple as sharing a bed with you, was just sweet.
Just before you drifted off, you shifted closer, your hand brushing lightly against his back. Gaz stiffened for a moment before he let out a quiet breath.
“Thanks for today, Gaz.” You whispered. Slowly you leaned to him and kissed his cheek to thank him.
His breath caught in his throat as he felt your warm lips press against his cheek. A shiver ran down his spine, and he couldn't help but close his eyes for a brief moment. When he opened them again and slowly turned around to face you, he found himself staring into your half-lidded gaze, your face mere inches from his own.
“Glad I could be there for you.” He murmured, his deep voice barely above a whisper. “You're safe now, and that's all that matters.”
His hand, still clenched at his side, relaxed its grip as he reached out tentatively, his fingertips brushing against your arm.
You slowly put your hand on his cheek, leaning to him to stare at his lips.
He instinctively tilted his head slightly towards your hand. His brown eyes locked onto yours. For a moment, neither of you moved, the silence stretching between you like a tightrope. Then, ever so gently, Gaz closed the distance, pressing his lips against yours in a tender kiss. You immediately deepened the kiss and it felt like a dream. A dream that you always had. Kissing your crush…
The kiss ignited something within Gaz. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer until there was no space left between your bodies. His lips moved against yours with a hunger that only you could satisfy. He groaned softly, breaking the kiss only to trail his lips down along your jawline, nipping and kissing his way down to the sensitive skin of your neck.
The taste of you was intoxicating, and he couldn’t get enough. His mouth explored every inch of your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bites behind. One of his hands slid down to rest on your hip, while the other tangled in your hair, holding you firmly against him. “God, you’re incredible.” He breathed out, his voice thick with desire.
You bite your lip, trying not to moan as you feel his lips on your body. “Fuck...” You mumbled out, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you.
The sound of your voice was music to his ears. He growled lowly, his body responding instantly to your touch. He pressed harder against you, his hips grinding into yours as he continued to lavish attention on your neck. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.” He confessed; his voice rough with arousal.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his hot breath on you. “Trust me, I've wanted the same for so long...”
That confession made his heart race even faster. With a firm yet careful grip, he positioned himself above you. His eyes were wild with need as he looked down at you, taking in every detail of your flushed face and heaving chest. Without another word, he captured your lips once more in a passionate kiss. His tongue exploring the warmth of your mouth with a possessive intensity.
One of your hands slowly moved lower, trying to zip his pants open. “I need you...”
The feeling of your hand on his zipper sent a thrill through his entire body. He broke the kiss momentarily to look down at you, his expression a mix of desire and amusement. “Then take what you need.” He said, his voice a husky growl. He helped you unzip his pants, pushing them down just enough to free his throbbing erection.
He watched intently as you took him in your hand, stroking him slowly. The sensation was almost too much, and he had to brace himself on one elbow to keep from losing control completely. “Fuck, your touch feels amazing.” He panted, his hips twitching involuntarily into your grasp.
You winked at him. “I know...” You stroked him a little bit faster and harder.
The smirk on your face only fueled the fire burning inside him. He let out a low chuckle, his eyes glinting with mischief and lust. His free hand trailed down your body, finding the hem of your shirt and slipping underneath to explore the skin beneath. “Keep that up and we’ll never make it to round two.” He teased, but the strain in his voice betrayed his growing impatience.
“Should I stop then?” You asked, your eyes twinkling in amusement and lust as you looked at him with a playful smile.
Gaz's response was immediate followed by a groan. His hips bucked into your hand, seeking more pressure. “No, don't stop.” He rasped; his voice strained with pleasure. “Just... fuck, be gentle. I'm close already.”
“Cum for me, love...” You mumbled, kissing his lips softly.
Your words pushed Gaz over the edge. With a final thrust, he spilled himself into your waiting hand, his body trembling with the force of his release. “Oh god, (Y/N)...!” He gasped, his head dropping to your shoulder as he rode out the waves of ecstasy.
“So... do I get a reward for helping you out?”
As he caught his breath, Gaz lifted his head to gaze at you with a heated look, his eyes full of desire. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. “Reward? Oh, I think you've earned so much more than that.” He purred, his hand sliding back up under your shirt to cup one of your breasts.
His thumb brushed over your nipple, teasing it into a hardened peak. He leaned down to capture your lips again in a deep, passionate kiss, his other hand moving to slide off your panties, exposing your wetness to his touch.
“Kyle...” You whispered his name under your breath, your voice full of desire and lust.
Gaz broke the kiss, his breathing heavy as he gazed down at you with an intense stare. “Tell me what you want, baby.” He commanded in a hoarse voice. “I'll give you anything.”
His fingers traced circles around your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send sparks of pleasure through your body. “Please, (Y/N).” He urged. “Don't hold back. Let me hear you.”
“I....” You moaned as you felt his hot touch on your body. “I need you.”
The words were all the permission he needed. With swift movements, Gaz positioned himself between your thighs, aligning his length with your slick entrance. He paused, looking deeply into your eyes before slowly pushing inside you, enjoying the tight clench of your walls around him. “You're so fucking tight.” He groaned.
He began to move, setting a rhythm that was both slow and deep, allowing you to adjust to his size. Each thrust brought a gasp from your lips.
“Oh, Kyle…”
The sound of his name on your lips was like music to his ears. It spurred him on, his pace quickening as he drove deeper into you. “Like that, huh?” He asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
You nod your head, barely able to form words. “Yes... Yes, oh... Faster, Kyle....!!”
His pace increased, his hips snapping against yours. The bed creaked beneath you, the sound mixing with your cries of pleasure as he thrust in and out of your trembling flesh. “That's it, baby, take it.” He grunted, his breath hot against your neck. “You feel so good wrapped around me.”
The sound of your loud moan was like gasoline to the flames of his desire. He gripped your hips tightly, angling them to hit that sweet spot inside you with every thrust. “Yes, moan for me.” He encouraged. “Let everyone know how much you love my cock.”
“.... Love... it....” You mumbled, throwing your head back as you moaned and groaned underneath him.
His grip on your hips tightened as he felt your walls start to flutter around him, signaling your climax. He pounded into you with renewed force, determined to push you over the edge. “That's it, cum for me.” He growled, his own orgasm building. “I want to feel you squeeze my dick as you come undone.”
The harder he pounded into you, the tighter you got, and it felt heavenly to feel him inside you. You bite into his neck, trying to keep yourself from screaming as he rams into you. You don't want the others to hear you after all.
The sensation of your teeth sinking into his skin only served to heighten Gaz's arousal. He could tell you were fighting to keep quiet, but he wanted to hear you scream, wanted the whole world to know how much you loved this. “Don't hold back, baby.” He murmured against your ear, his breath hot against your lobe. “Let go.”
“The others.... aaahhh.... will hear...” You gulped, pulling your hands off to put them over your mouth. “... us...”
“Let them hear.” Gaz growled, his voice thick with desire. “Let them know what you do to me, how crazy you make me.” His hips snapped forward, driving into you with a force that stole your breath. “Fuck, you're so tight, so perfect.”
As your climax approached, he reached down to circle your clit with his finger, applying just enough pressure to tip you over the edge. “Cum for me, baby.” He grunted. “Show me how much you love my cock.”
You moaned loudly, not being able to control yourself, as your walls clenched around him, triggering his and your explosive release. With a groan, he spilled himself deep inside you, his hips jerking erratically as he rode out the waves of his climax. “Fuck, yes!” He cried out, his voice raw with ecstasy.
After a few moments, Gaz collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he struggled to catch his breath. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, placing tender kisses along your skin as he savored the aftershocks of pleasure. “You okay, baby?” He murmured, his voice still husky from exertion. “That was intense.”
You wrapped my arms around him, nodding. “Yeah... I'm good... Fuck, Kyle... That was amazing...” You chuckled.
Gaz chuckled softly. “Mmm, you can say that again.” He agreed, pressing a soft kiss to your jawline. “You're incredible, you know that?”
He shifted slightly, careful not to put too much weight on you as he propped himself up on one elbow to gaze down at you with adoration in his dark eyes.
“Not as incredible as you.” You smiled at him, kissing the tip of his nose.
Gaz's face softened, a warm smile on his lips as he returned your kiss, his lips brushing gently against your nose. His face moved to capture your lips in a slow kiss, pouring all his love into it. When he pulled back, his eyes were heavy-lidded.
“Now, how about we clean up and then get some rest? We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow.”
“Yeah, sounds good...” You nodded. “We should really rest, or else Price might get mad if we are late and tired tomorrow.”
Gaz let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling in his chest as he pressed another quick kiss to your lips. “You're right.” He rolled off you and sat up on the edge of the bed.
Slowly, he stood up, stretching his muscles before turning to offer you his hand. “Come on, let's get cleaned up and try to get some shut-eye. I promise I won't let you sleep too far away from me tonight.” With a wink, he led you out of the bedroom.
The next day, Gaz and you stood in front of the hotel alone, chatting a little bit, until the rest of the team came. “Hey.” You greeted them.
As Soap wanted to greet back, he glanced at your neck and then at Gaz's. “Ohh... Whit's that?” He asked and pointed at the hickeys you forgot to hide, making you blush.
Gaz rolled his eyes at Soap's question, but there was a slight flush to his cheeks betraying his embarrassment. “Just a little souvenir from last night.” He muttered, reaching up to touch the mark self-consciously.
Meanwhile, Soap stepped closer, examining the marks with an amused glint in his eyes. “Looks lik’ someone had fun last night.” he teased.
“We have to go…” You mumbled, walking towards the car, hearing Soap laugh at your reaction behind you. “We or did ye mean ye two?”
The day has come. Captain John Price and his wife have to go on their first mission together to kill a terrorist.
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I wanted to write the end a bit smutty, but didn’t know if anyone would want to read it in this series. Maybe in the next series or chapter...? Please let me know, if you would like to read smut in this series or not!🙈
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Warning: Blood, death, angsty, fluff
Part 1: Wife Meets Friend | Part 2: Wife On A Mission | Part 3: Wife In Danger | Part 4: Husband Saves Wife | Part 5: (you are reading it)
John watched you from the doorway, feeling a mixture of pride and concern. He knew you were strong, after all he saw that you could protect yourself, but he couldn’t help the protective instincts within him. The thought of losing you was unbearable, and he would do everything in his power to make sure that didn’t happen.
“Ready?” He asked as you finished adjusting your outfit.
You turned to him; your expression serious but confident. “Ready.”
As you two headed out, you received a call from Kate Laswell. She had been coordinating with the CIA to gather more intel on Mikhailov, and she had news.
“Price, (Y/N), we’ve got a solid lead.” You heard Kate’s voice over the secure line. “Mikhailov was spotted in a remote area near the Russian border. It’s heavily guarded, but this might be our best chance to catch him.”
John exchanged a glance with you. This was it. “We’ll move out immediately.” He replied, his voice firm. “Keep us updated.”
“You got it. And John,” Kate added, her tone softer now, “be careful. Both of you.”
“We will.” He promised before ending the call.
The drive to the airfield was quiet, the tension between them thick. Task Force 141 was already waiting when you arrived. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz were geared up. They greeted you with a nod.
As you all boarded the helicopter, John briefed the team on the mission. “Mikhailov’s holed up in a compound near the Russian border. It’s heavily fortified, and he’ll have men watching every angle. We go in fast, take out the guards, and secure the target. (Y/N) and I will focus on Mikhailov. The rest of you cover our flanks and secure the perimeter.”
When they arrived, the team moved, each member falling into their roles seamlessly. They approached the compound under the cover of darkness.
You moved alongside John. You had been on countless missions before, but this one was different. This time, it was personal.
As they neared the compound, the team pressed on, inching closer to their target.
They breached the compound swiftly. John and you led the charge, your movements perfectly in sync as you cleared room after room, taking down every single person.
Finally, they reached a large room that could only be Mikhailov’s command center. The door was heavily guarded, but the team dispatched the guards quickly, leaving the entrance unguarded.
John glanced at you, his heart pounding. This was it.
“Ready?” He asked her, his voice low and steady.
You nodded, your grip tightening on your weapon. “Let’s finish this.”
You breached the door together, the explosive charge blowing it off its hinges. The room was filled with smoke and debris, but you moved in quickly, weapons pointing on the figure standing in the center of the room.
Mikhailov.
He was older now, but the madness in his eyes was unmistakable. He grinned as you all entered, as if he had been expecting them.
“Captain Price.” He greeted your husband with a nod. “I should have known you’d come. And you brought your lovely wife. How touching.”
John’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t lower his weapon. “It’s over, Mikhailov.”
Mikhailov chuckled darkly. “You think so? Did you really think it would be this easy?”
Before John could respond, the room was suddenly filled with the sound of gunfire. Mikhailov’s men, hidden in the shadows, opened fire from all sides. The team scattered, taking cover.
You moved with lightning speed, returning fire with deadly accuracy. You saw John doing the same. The room was a chaos of gunfire, shouts, and the smell of smoke.
As the last of Mikhailov’s men fell, the room fell silent. Mikhailov was still standing, a bullet wound in his shoulder and chest.
John stepped forward; his gun touching Mikhailov’s head. “It’s over.”
Mikhailov sneered, blood dripping from his wounds. “You think killing me will change anything, Captain? You might have stopped me, but you sure as hell can’t stop the next guy and the one after him…”
You glanced at John, who stared at Mikhailov. He fired a single shot through Mikhailov’s head. The man crumpled to the ground, the life draining out of him.
The room fell silent once more, the finality of it sinking in. Mikhailov was dead. It was over.
John lowered his weapon, his heart still pounding as he looked at you. Your eyes locked on Mikhailov’s lifeless body.
“It’s over.” John murmured to you.
You nodded. They had survived it together. All of them.
The rest of Task Force 141 gave them a moment, as they began to secure the area, checking for any remaining threats and ensuring that the compound was clear.
After a few moments, you looked up at John. “I’m sorry.” You whispered.
John shook his head. “You don’t have to apologize again, love. We’re past that now. What matters is that we’re here, together. And that we made it through.”
You nodded, your heart swelling with gratitude and love for this man who had stood by you through everything.
Ghost approached them quietly, his voice low and respectful as he addressed John. “Price, the area’s secure. No sign of any other hostiles. We’re clear.”
John nodded. “Good work, Ghost. Let’s get out of here.”
The team moved out of the compound, making their way back to the extraction point where the helicopter was waiting and they finally can go back home.
When the team landed back at the base, John and you were the last to leave the helicopter, stepping onto the tarmac as the sun began to rise.
Laswell was waiting for you, her expression a mixture of concern and relief as she approached. “I got your message.” She said, her eyes flicking between you two. “Is it done?”
John nodded. “Mikhailov’s dead.”
Kate let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “Good. You two did what needed to be done. But I have to ask…are you both okay?”
You met Kate’s gaze, a small, tired smile playing on her lips. “We will be. It’s going to take some time, but we’ll be okay.”
Kate nodded, her expression softening. “If there’s anything you need, you know where to find me.”
“Thank you, Kate.” John said, his voice full of gratitude.
As she walked away, John turned to you, his hand finding your once more. “Let’s go and rest.” He said softly.
You groaned. “Sounds good. I’m fucking tired.”
John chuckled, as you two made your way back to his quarters. Back in his quarters, John gently guided you to sit on the edge of the bed. He knelt in front of you, his hands resting on your knees as he looked up at you.
“(Y/N).” He began, his voice full of emotion. “I know things have been…complicated. But I want you to know that I’m in this with you. No matter what.”
Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time they were tears of relief, of love. You cupped his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing over the stubble on his cheeks. “John...”
He smiled, leaning into her touch. “I’m not going anywhere, love.”
You leaned down, capturing his lips in a soft kiss. When you finally pulled apart, you rested your foreheads together.
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John woke up, glancing down at you, as you slept peacefully. He smiled at your sleeping form, knowing how rare and precious this moment of calm was, and he wasn’t going to waste it.
Careful not to wake you, John slowly shifted out of bed. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, then made his way to the kitchen to start breakfast. He couldn’t help but continue to smile. Today was their day - no missions, no threats, no shadows lurking in the background. Just them, finally free to enjoy each other’s company without the weight of the world on their shoulders.
The smell of breakfast stirred you from your sleep. You blinked, stretching before realizing you were alone in bed. A smile tugged at your lips as you slipped out of bed and padded barefoot to join him.
When you reached the kitchen, you paused in the doorway, watching him for a moment. John looked so at ease, so content. This was the man you loved, and seeing him like this, relaxed and happy, made you so damn happy.
“Good morning, love.” John greeted without turning around, sensing your presence before he even saw you.
“Good morning.” You walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and pressing your cheek against his back. “This smells amazing.”
He chuckled, placing the spatula down for a moment to turn in your embrace. “Only the best for you.” He said, leaning down to kiss you gently.
You took a seat at the small kitchen table while John finished preparing breakfast. He brought the plates over, setting them down.
“Oh, not burnt?” You chuckled.
John sat down across from you, his eyes twinkling with affection. “I tried my best, love. But it isn’t as good as your meals.”
As you ate, you talked about everything and nothing - your conversation light and easy. You joked about the little things, shared stories from before they’d met, and made plans for the future - a future that now seemed brighter than ever.
After breakfast, you asked him if you could spend the day at home together without any interruptions. John shook his head. “I wish we could, but we have to get out.”
Your eyes widen. Another mission?
He chuckled at your reaction. “You owe me a date. Remember?”
You grinned brightly at him. “Of course. I can’t say no to my dear husband.”
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At first, you, Mrs. Price, thought that you had to go on a normal but dangerous mission. You only had to get some intel. Get in and out. Easy… right?
But getting captured was not on your to-do-list for this mission…
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Warning: Blood, death, angsty, fluff
Part 1: Wife Meets Friend | Part 2: Wife On A Mission | Part 3: Wife In Danger | Part 4: (you are reading it) | Part 5: Husband And Wife
141 moved with precision, each man knowing his role in the rescue mission. John led the way, his mind singularly focused on getting to his wife and bringing her back safely. Each step closer to Mikhailov's hideout increased the tension, but John was still determined. He wasn’t going to lose you, not to this man, not to anyone.
They cleared room after room, encountering resistance but dispatching it swiftly. John’s heart dropped with each empty room, the fear gnawing at him. Finally, they reached the central part of the compound - a large, reinforced door that led to what they assumed was a holding area.
Ghost and Gaz took up positions at the door, while Soap rigged the explosives. John waited, every muscle in his body tense. The moment the door blew open, they moved as one, weapons ready.
Inside, the scene that greeted them was one of chaos. Bodies lay across the floor, blood pooling beneath them. John’s eyes darted around the room, his heart in his throat, searching desperately for you.
Until his eyes met yours.
You were huddled in a corner, your clothes stained with blood, your face pale but fierce. The ropes that had bound your hands were on the floor beside you, and in your hands, you held bloodied knife and a piece of glass. Probably from a nearby window or a bottle that was lying on the ground.
For a moment, time seemed to stop. John’s blue eyes stared at you - alive, but bloodied. Relief, his lips turned up, smiling at you. He had found his wife. You were alive.
“(Y/N)!” John shouted, his voice rough with emotion as he rushed to you.
Your head snapped up at the sound of his voice, and the weapons fell from your hands as you rose to your feet. The moment you saw him, you felt a tear escape your eye, as you stumbled forward, throwing yourself into his arms.
John wrapped you in a tight embrace, holding you close as if he could protect you from everything that had happened. You were finally in his arms.
“John…” You whispered, your voice muffled against his chest. “I thought… I didn’t think…”
“Shh…” He soothed, his hand cradling the back of your head. “I’m here. You’re safe now.”
You two stayed like that for a few moments. But eventually, John pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes scanning you for injuries.
“What happened?” He asked. “How did you manage to-” He gestured to the dead men around them. “How did you fight them off?”
You swallowed hard, your eyes locking with his. You could see the concern, the confusion in his gaze, and you knew you couldn’t keep the truth from him any longer.
“John.” You began, your voice trembling, not knowing how he will react. “… There’s something I need to tell you.”
He frowned, concern deepening. “What is it? You can tell me anything.”
You took a deep breath. “I’m not who you think I am…” Your gaze moved to the ground, scared to see his reaction. “I’ve been lying to you… about my job, about who I am. I’m not just a secretary, John. I’m… I’m a hitman.”
John stared at you, shocked. He couldn’t believe what you were saying. It didn’t make sense - how could his wife, the woman he loved, be a hitman?
“A hitman?” He repeated slowly. “What… What are you talking about?”
Tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded. “It’s true. I’ve been doing this for years, long before I met you. It’s how I know Kate, how I’ve been able to protect you during some missions without you knowing. I didn’t want to tell you… I was afraid that if you knew, it would put you in more danger and… I… I was scared that you might leave me…”
John took a step back, his mind razing through so many thoughts. The woman he had thought he knew, the woman he had married, was a professional killer. It was almost too much for him.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, his voice filled with a mix of hurt and confusion. “All this time… Why didn’t you trust me?”
“It wasn’t about trust.” You said quickly. “It was about keeping you safe. If you knew… if anyone knew… it would have put a target on your back. I didn’t want you to get hurt because of me.”
John’s mind raced. You were a murderer…? Someone who got paid just to kill people. Sure, he did it as well, but he was a soldier, while you were a hitman.
He looked around the room again, at the bodies, the blood, and then back at her. The strength it must have taken for you to survive, to fight your way out - he couldn’t deny that you had done what you needed to do to stay alive.
But the betrayal he felt was deep. It felt like a knife stabbing and cutting him. “You should have told me.” He said, his voice breaking slightly. “We could have faced this together.”
Tears spilled down your cheeks as you shook your head. “I’m so sorry, John. I thought I was protecting you, but I see now that I was just lying to both of us. I never wanted to hurt you.”
John was silent for a long moment. He was angry, hurt, and yet… he was also relieved. You were alive, you were here with him, and that was what mattered most.
He reached out, taking your hand in his. “We’ll get through this.” He said, his voice filled with quiet determination. “But no more secrets. We will tell each other everything, from now on. Understand?”
You nodded, squeezing his hand tightly. “No more secrets. I promise.”
John pulled you into his arms again, holding you as tightly as he could. No more lies, no more hiding.
After a moment, he pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. “We need to get out of here.” He said, his voice firm but gentle. “We’ll talk more later, but right now, we have to move.”
You nodded. John motioned for Ghost, Gaz, and Soap to move in, their weapons still drawn as they cleared the area, making sure there were no more threats.
“Clear.” Ghost muttered, his voice low and professional as always.
“Let’s get her out of here.” Soap added, casting a concerned glance at you. He, like the others, didn’t fully understand what had happened, but they all knew the mission wasn’t over until you were safe.
John kept you close as they made their way out of the compound, the team covering them as they moved swiftly and silently. Once outside, the team regrouped at their extraction point. The silence got interrupted by the sound of the helicopter blades cut, ready to take them to safety.
As they boarded, John kept his arm around you, not letting you go for a second. You leaned into him, exhausted. He held you closer, whispering reassurances that you were safe now, that he was there.
The helicopter lifted off, and the team remained silent, each lost in their thoughts. John couldn’t help but think of the man responsible for all this - Mikhailov. He was still out there, a threat looming over them like a dark cloud. John had faced him once before and thought he’d ended it. Now he realized how wrong he’d been.
But he also knew that Mikhailov wasn’t the only threat. The secrets his wife had kept, the life she had lived in, were now a part of his world. They couldn’t go back to the way things were before. Everything had changed.
When they finally touched down at the base, John helped you out of the helicopter, his arm still around you. You looked up at him, your eyes searching his face for some sign of what he was thinking. He could see the fear in your eyes - not fear of him, but fear of what might happen next, of how he would react now that he knew the truth.
He cupped your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. “We’ll figure this out.” He said, his voice soft but firm. “I don’t know how, but we will. You’re my wife, and I love you. That hasn’t changed, and it won’t.”
Tears filled your eyes again, but this time, they were tears of relief. You nodded, leaning into his touch. “I love you too, John. I’m so sorry for everything.”
As they headed into the base, the team following behind, John knew that Mikhailov was still out there, and as long as that man was alive, they would never be truly safe. This was far from over. The battle lines were drawn, and this time, John wasn’t just fighting for himself - he was fighting for the woman he loved.
And he wouldn’t stop until Mikhailov was nothing more than a ghost of the past.
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His arm remained around your shoulders, a silent promise that he would keep you safe. The rest of Task Force 141 followed closely behind; their expressions unreadable.
They reached a secured briefing room, each of them taking their places around the table. John led you to a chair, his hand lingering on your shoulder before he took his place at the head of the table. His mind was racing. So much as happened today.
“We have a problem. Mikhailov. He’s still out there, and he’s not going to stop until he gets what he wants. He’s a ghost from my past, someone I thought I’d taken care of years ago, but he’s come back for revenge. And now, he’s targeting (Y/N) because of me.” John said firmly, arms crossed over his chest, as he glanced at every person at the table.
Gaz frowned. “If Mikhailov is involved, it means this is bigger than just a personal vendetta.”
“That’s why we can’t let our guard down.” John agreed. “He’s already shown he’s willing to go to any lengths to hurt us, and I won’t let him get another chance.”
“So, what’s the plan?” Soap asked, his tone serious. “We can’t just sit around waiting for him to make his next move.”
John nodded, grateful for the support. “We go on the offensive. We track him down, find out where he’s hiding, and take him out before he can do any more damage.”
“And what about Mrs. Price?” Ghost asked, his gaze shifting to you. “She’s been through a lot. Is she ready for what’s coming?”
You straightened in your chair. “I’m ready. I want to help take him down.”
John’s heart swelled with pride at her determination. “We’re going to do this together.”
You looked at him. “I know. But I also know that I’m the one who got us into this mess. I need to be a part of getting us out of it.”
“Then it’s settled.” John said, his voice firm. “We go after Mikhailov, and we end this once and for all.”
They spent the next several hours going over intelligence, strategizing, and preparing for what would be one of the most dangerous missions they had ever undertaken. They knew Mikhailov wouldn’t go down easily, but they will try their best.
“Don’t worry, we got this.” You said on the phone, talking to Kate as she gave more information that might help you all out during the mission. “Good. Be careful. All of you.”
You said your goodbyes, as you walked through the base, gaze moving towards the balcony to see your husband smoking a cigar on there.
You walked to him and leaned against the railing.
Your husband turned to you, his expression softening as he reached out to take your hand. “I meant what I said earlier.” He murmured. “No more secrets, no more hiding.”
You looked up at him, your eyes shining with emotion. “I’m sorry for everything...”
He squeezed your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “We all make mistakes.”
You nodded, leaning into him as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
Together, they would face whatever came next. And together, they would overcome it.
At first, you, Mrs. Price, thought that you had to go on a normal but dangerous mission. You only had to get some intel. Get in and out. Easy… right?
But getting captured was not on your to-do-list for this mission…
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Hi! Thanks for reading the third part, I wish you all a great day! Also a small reminder: I take requests for this series and all the fandoms I write for!
Words: 2217
Warning: angsty, no death so don’t worry, angry and worried John Price
Part 1: Wife Meets Friend | Part 2: Wife On A Mission | Part 3: (you are reading it) | Part 4: Husband Saves Wife | Part 5: Husband And Wife
You stirred, your body instinctively seeking out John’s warmth. His arm was draped protectively over your waist, and you smiled softly. For a few blissful seconds, you allowed yourself to forget about the dangerous world outside or the mission you went on yesterday.
John shifted beside you, his hand tightening around you as he woke up. “Morning.” He murmured, his voice deep and drowsy.
“Morning.” You replied, turning to face him. His hair was tousled, and his eyes were still heavy with sleep.
“You slept well.” He noted, his thumb brushing gently over your cheek.
“I did.” You said, leaning into his touch. “Better than I have in a while.”
“Good.” John said with a smile. “You needed it.”
You two lay there for a while longer, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other’s company. You always treasured these moments - moments where you could enjoy your simple life with your lovely husband in bed. Eventually, you knew you had to get up.
“I’ll make breakfast.” You offered, slipping out of bed and heading towards the kitchen. John followed you a few minutes later, still in his pajamas, looking more relaxed than you’d seen him in days.
As you moved around the kitchen, preparing your usual breakfast, you stole glances at him. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the sound of his low chuckle when you teased him about his bedhead - it was all so precious to you.
You could see that John was trying to enjoy the calm as much as you were, and you appreciated his effort to keep things light. But you could sense a lingering concern in his eyes. He hadn’t mentioned your odd behavior from the previous night, but you knew he was still worried.
When breakfast was over, John stood and started to clear the dishes. “I’ve got this.” He said, motioning for you to relax. “You should take it easy before you head to work.”
You smiled, appreciating the gesture. “Thanks, but I’m fine. I don’t want you doing all the work.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “You work too hard, you know that?”
“I know...” You chuckled.
After breakfast, you headed upstairs to get ready for the day. As you dressed for your supposed office job, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. It was a subtle tension in the air, but you didn’t know what exactly was off.
Just as you were about to leave, your phone buzzed on the bedside table. You glanced at the screen and saw Kate’s name. You heart skipped a beat as you answered the call, praying that you didn’t had to lie to your husband again and could just relax with him today. “Kate.”
“Morning, (Y/N).” Kate greeted her, her tone all business. “I need you to meet me at the usual spot. We’ve got a situation.”
You sighed. “What’s going on?”
“We’ve got intel on a new target.” Kate explained. “This one’s sensitive. You’ll need to handle it alone.”
You nodded. You were used to working solo, and while you preferred it, the timing couldn’t be worse. “I’ll be there soon…”
“Good.” Kate said. “And (Y/N)… be careful. This one’s different.”
“Understood.” You replied, before ending the call.
You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. Whatever this mission was, it required your full attention. You finished getting ready, making sure your appearance was as normal as ever before heading downstairs. John was in the living room, flipping through the news on the television when you approached.
“I’ve got to head to work.” You said, leaning down to kiss him goodbye.
John looked up, a slight frown creasing his brow. “Another busy day?”
“Unfortunately.” You replied with a small pout. “I’ll see you tonight.”
“Be safe.” He said, his voice laced with that familiar concern.
“I always am.” You reassured him, before turning to leave.
Kate’s warning echoed in her mind, as you drove away. But you had a job to do, and you couldn’t afford to let your personal fears get in the way.
You met Kate at a discreet location on the outskirts of the city, where you could speak freely without the risk of being overheard. Kate’s expression was grim when you arrived, and she wasted no time getting to the point.
“The target is a man named Mikhailov.” Kate began, handing you a dossier. “He’s resurfaced after years of staying under the radar. We have reason to believe he’s planning something big, and we need to find out what it is.”
You flipped through the dossier, scanning the information. Mikhailov was a name you hadn’t heard before, but the details were troubling. He had connections to various criminal organizations, and his recent activities suggested he was gearing up for something major.
“You’re going in alone.” Kate continued. “We need you to gather intel, find out what he’s planning, and report back. But be careful - Mikhailov is dangerous, and he won’t hesitate to eliminate any threats.”
You nodded. “I’ll handle it.”
“I know you will.” Kate said, her tone serious. “But I need you to be extra cautious this time. Something about this doesn’t sit right with me.”
You met her gaze, seeing the concern in your friend’s eyes. “I will. You have my word.”
With that, you set off on the mission. The location you were heading to was an abandoned warehouse in Budapest - a perfect place for someone like Mikhailov to conduct shady business. You parked your car a few blocks away and made your way to the warehouse on foot.
The building was heavily guarded, but you were a master at slipping past security. You moved like a ghost, silently taking out any obstacles in your path. Inside, you found what you were looking for - Mikhailov was meeting with a group of men, discussing plans that were clearly meant to stay secret.
You listened carefully, gathering as much information as you could. But just as you were about to slip away, something went wrong. One of Mikhailov’s men spotted you, and before you could react, you were surrounded. They moved quickly, disarming you and forcing you to the ground.
“Look what we have here.” Mikhailov said, his voice dripping with malice as he approached you. “A little spy.”
You glared up at him. You had been in tight spots before, and you knew better than to panic. But this time, something felt different. Mikhailov’s cold eyes bored into your, and you realized that this was no ordinary capture.
“You’ve made a big mistake coming here.” Mikhailov continued, his voice low and menacing. “Did you really think you could sneak in and out without anyone noticing?”
You remained silent, knowing that anything you said could be used against you. You were outnumbered and outgunned, and there was no easy way out of this. Your thoughts flickered to John, wondering if you would ever see him again.
Mikhailov ordered his men to take you away, and you found yourself roughly shoved into a waiting van. They tied your hands behind your back and blindfolded you, so you couldn’t find out where they are going to bring you. As the van sped away, you realized that you were in serious trouble, and for the first time, you weren’t sure how you were going to get out of this damn situation.
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Back at home, John spent the day going through his usual routine, but there was a weird feeling that he couldn’t shake off. As evening approached, he realized that you hadn’t returned yet. You hated being late and would always text or call him in case you truly were busy with work. Maybe that was the reason why John started to worry more than usually.
He tried calling you, but there was no answer. Anxiety gnawed at him as he paced the living room, his mind racing with possibilities. He tried to convince himself that you were just busy, that you would walk through the door any minute now with an apology for being late. Just like on many days before. But there was still no sign of you and his worry turned into full-blown fear.
Just as he was about to grab his keys and go out to try to find you, his phone rang. He snatched it up, hoping it was his sweet wife, but the number on the screen wasn’t yours.
“Kate?” He said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Make it quick. I need to get out-”
“(Y/N) has been kidnapped.”
His grip tightened on the phone. “What…?”
John’s breath caught in his throat. “Kidnapped? What the hell are you talking about, Kate? How could this happen?”
Kate’s tone was serious. “I don’t have all the details yet, but it appears that Mikhailov is behind this.”
“Mikhailov?” John repeated, the name triggering a flood of memories - dark memories he’d hoped to never think of ever again. Mikhailov was a ruthless terrorist and a ghost from his past. John had thought he’d killed the man years ago, but apparently, he’d survived. “I thought he was dead.”
“So did we at first…” Kate admitted. “But it seems he’s resurfaced, and he’s not done with whatever vendetta he’s holding. I’m sorry, John, I didn’t know how deep this ran.”
John’s mind raced. You had been taken by a man he thought he’d defeated, a man that killed every damn soldier in his previous team, before he became the captain of 141. The thought of Mikhailov getting his hands on you made his blood run cold.
“What does he want with her?” John demanded, his voice thick with worry and anger. “She’s not involved in any of this.”
Kate hesitated, and John’s heart sank further. “I don’t know yet…” She said carefully, choosing her words. “But Mikhailov has a long history of targeting people to get what he wants. He might know about your connection to her…”
John’s mind flashed with images of what Mikhailov did back then. All the blood John had to see on that damn day. “I’m going after her.” He said, his voice hard with determination. “I’m not letting that bastard take her.”
“I had a feeling you’d say that.” Kate replied, her tone softening slightly. “But, John, you need to be careful. Mikhailov is dangerous. Going after him alone isn’t a good idea.”
“I don’t care.” John snapped. “I’m not sitting around while she’s out there, God knows where, in the hands of that monster.”
Kate sighed. “I understand, but you’re not alone in this. You have people who can help. Your task force-”
“No.” John cut her off. The fear of history repeating itself weighed heavily on him. The last time he’d faced Mikhailov, good men had died. “I’m not putting them at risk. I’ll do this on my own.”
“John, listen to me.” Kate sighed. “You need to think this through. Mikhailov isn’t someone you can take down by yourself. You have a team for a reason. Let them help you.”
John hesitated, he wanted to protect his team, but also needed to save his wife. He knew Kate was right - going after Mikhailov alone would be suicide. But the thought of involving the 141-... God, no, he wouldn’t want to see them die as well…
“John.” Kate continued; her voice gentler now. “You can’t do this alone. I know you’re scared, but (Y/N) needs you to be smart about this. Don’t do this by yourself.”
John closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. She was right. He knew she was right. He thought of his team - Gaz, Ghost, Soap - all of them were capable and willing to risk everything for each other. They were his brothers-in-arms. If they asked for help, he would help them immediately…
“Alright.” John finally said. “I’ll call them in.”
Kate sounded relieved. “That’s the right call, John. I’ll do everything I can to support you from here. We’ll get her back.”
John hung up the phone and took a deep breath in. His thoughts were a mixture of fear, anger, and determination. He couldn’t lose you. Not now, not ever.
He quickly dialed the numbers of his team members. Each conversation was short, their responses immediate and unwavering. They’d be there, ready to help him get John’s wife back, no questions asked.
Within the hour, 141 gathered at a secure location, prepared for what was to come. John stood before them, his face a mask of grim determination.
“Thanks for coming.” He began, his voice steady and calm despite the fear inside. “I’m not going to lie to you - this is personal. (Y/N) has been taken by Mikhailov, a man I thought I killed years ago. He’s dangerous, ruthless, and he’ll do whatever it takes to get what he wants.”
The team listened intently; their expressions serious. They knew what was at stake. Your life.
“We’re going after him.” John continued, locking eyes with each of them. “But we do this smart. No unnecessary risks, no heroics. We get her out, and we take him down. This ends today.”
They nod. John smiled at them, grateful that they will help him. He wasn’t alone in this fight. Together, they will fight and bring the love of his life back. No matter the cost.
Captain John Price's wife, a trained assassin, is about to go on a mission, but she has only one thing on her mind. Her husband. The man who didn't know about her secret job…
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Words: 2850
Warning: fluff, a bit angsty, death (target got killed)
Part 1: Wife Meets Friend | Part 2: (you are reading it) | Part 3: Wife In Danger | Part 4: Husband Saves Wife | Part 5: Husband And Wife
The next morning, you turned in your bed, arm moving towards John’s side, only to find out that he was not in bed. No. By the smell of coffee that lingered in the air, you knew that he was in the kitchen. You dressed quickly and headed downstairs, finding him at the table with a steaming mug in hand, flipping through a newspaper.
“Morning.” He greeted with a warm smile as you entered the kitchen. His eyes brightened as he saw you, and he set the newspaper down to focus on you.
“Morning.” You replied, returning his smile and walking over to pour yourself a cup of your favorite drink. The aroma was comforting, like a small anchor to normalcy after the day you'd had. “You’re up early.”
“Old habits.” John said with a shrug, taking another sip from his mug. “Couldn't sleep much, so I figured I'd get a head start on the day.”
You nodded, though you wondered if his restlessness had anything to do with you. Did he sense that something was off? You tried to push the thought aside. “Any plans today?”
“Nothing much. Thought I’d get some work done, maybe catch up on a bit of paperwork.” He replied, leaning back in his chair. “What about you?”
You sipped your hot drink, carefully considering your words. “Just some errands around town, then I might drop by the office for a bit. We’ve got a few deadlines coming up.”
John chuckled, shaking his head. “Always working. You should take a day off sometime, you know? Relax a little.”
You smiled softly, appreciating his concern. “I’ll try to remember that.”
As the day wore on, you found yourself reflecting on the life you’d built with John. Your marriage was strong, built on love and trust… Trust that you were constantly betraying by keeping your true self hidden. Only because you wanted to protect him from your job. The world you operated in was dangerous, filled with secrets and lies, and the less John knew, the safer he would be.
In the afternoon, you decided to step out to run the errands you’d mentioned earlier. You kissed John’s and left, promising to be back soon. As you drove through the streets of your neighborhood, your thoughts drifted back to Kate’s visit. It had gone well, but the pressure was building. How much longer could you keep this up?
You stopped at a small park on your way back home, needing a moment to clear your head. Sitting on a bench under the shade of a tree, you watched as families played with their children, couples walked hand in hand, and joggers passed by with their headphones in. It was a picture of a peaceful and normal life… A life you never had.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket. You grabbed it and glanced at the screen, seeing a message from an unknown number. You read the brief text: We need to talk. Usual place. 1900.
You frowned, recognizing the message. It was from one of your CIA contacts. You took a deep breath, quickly typing out a response. You were used to it by now, but the timing couldn’t have been worse. You needed to find a way to slip out tonight without raising John’s suspicions.
When you returned home, John was still in his study. You paused at the doorway, watching him for a moment. He looked so peaceful, so content in his element.
“You’re back.” John said, looking up with a smile as he noticed you standing there.
“Yeah, just finished up.” You replied, stepping into the room. “How’s your day going?”
“Not bad.” He said, leaning back in his chair. “Got a lot done. I was thinking maybe we could go out for dinner tonight, you know, to unwind a bit. What do you think?”
Your heart sank. John rarely suggested going out. But tonight, of all nights, he’d chosen to go on a small little date with you. Great… You couldn’t refuse without arousing suspicion, but you also couldn’t afford to miss the meeting.
“That sounds nice.” You said carefully, already trying to figure out a way to work around it. “But how about we raincheck for tomorrow? I’m a little tired from running around all day.”
John studied you for a moment, eyes filled with concern. “You sure you’re alright? You’ve seemed a bit off since yesterday.”
You stepped closer to him. “I’m fine, really. Just a little worn out. Tomorrow would be better, I think. We could make it a proper date night.”
He reached out, taking your hand and pulling you onto his lap. “Alright, if you’re sure. Tomorrow it is.”
You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. Of course you felt guilty, but you had no other choice. “Thank you.” You whispered, kissing his neck softly. “For understanding.”
“Always.” John murmured, holding you close. “You know I’d do anything for you.”
You closed your eyes, wishing more than anything that you could tell him the truth, that you didn’t have to hide this part of yourself from the man you loved. But you couldn’t - you wouldn’t - risk his safety for your own peace of mind.
Later that evening, after you’d shared a quiet dinner at home, you waited until John had settled into the living room with a book before making your move. You casually mentioned needing to check on something at the office, using one of your excuses. John offered to come with you, but you gently declined, insisting it wouldn’t take long.
He kissed you goodbye, watching as you left with a small smile, completely unaware of the true nature of your errand.
You drove through the city. The usual place was a parking garage downtown, one of the many locations you used for these kinds of meetings. You arrived a few minutes early, parking in a shadowy corner and waiting.
A black SUV pulled up next to your car shortly after, and a man in a dark suit stepped out, his expression serious. You recognized him immediately - Agent Daniels, one of your primary contacts at the CIA.
“Evening, Mrs. Price.” He greeted you with a curt nod.
“Daniels.” You replied. “What’s going on?”
“We’ve got a situation.” He said, handing you a slim folder. “A high-value target is back on the grid. We need you to handle it.”
You opened the folder, scanning the information quickly. The target was a known arms dealer with ties to several terrorist organizations - a dangerous man with a long list of enemies. “This is a priority?”
“Top priority.” Daniels confirmed. “He’s planning to move a shipment in the next 48 hours. We need to shut it down before it reaches its destination.”
You nodded, already planning your approach. “What’s the location?”
“He’s holed up in a compound outside of the city. We’ve got a team on standby, but you’ll be leading the operation.”
You closed the folder, meeting his gaze. You sighed, not wanting to lead the operation as it meant that you also had to lead a team. You preferred to work alone, but apparently you had no other choice. “… Understood. I’ll take care of it.”
Daniels gave you a brief, approving nod. “Good. You’ll be briefed on the full details tomorrow morning. Be ready.”
With that, he got back into the SUV and drove off, leaving you alone in the garage. You took a deep breath. This was just another mission, another job to complete. But as you started your car and headed home, you had one thought. Balancing your secret life was becoming harder by the day, and you didn’t know how much longer you could keep the two worlds from colliding.
When you returned home, John was still in the living room, dozing lightly with the book resting on his chest. You paused in the doorway, watching him sleep, heart heavy.
You approached quietly, taking the book from his hands and setting it on the table. He stirred, opening his eyes slightly. “You’re back.” he mumbled, half-asleep.
“Yeah.” You whispered, brushing a hand through his hair. “Go to bed, honey.”
He nodded groggily, allowing you to help him up. As you made your way upstairs, you felt the familiar pang of guilt, stronger than ever. You loved him more than anything, and yet, every day you deceived him, kept him in the dark about who you really were.
You two crawled into bed, and John pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you as if he could protect you from the world. But he didn’t know the truth - that it was you who was protecting him, shielding him from the bad guys during his missions.
The next morning, you were up before dawn. You moved quietly through the house, careful not to wake John as you gathered your gear. Today’s mission was critical, and you couldn’t afford any mistakes. As you pulled on your tactical suit, your mind focused on the task ahead. There was no room for doubt or hesitation.
Before leaving, you slipped back into the bedroom, where John was still fast asleep. You stood by the bed for a moment, taking in the sight of him. He looked so peaceful, so unaware of the dangerous things you were doing and going to do. Leaning down, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, whispering, “I love you” before turning to leave.
The drive to the briefing location was uneventful. The compound outside the city was heavily guarded, and the target was known for being ruthless. But you’d faced worse.
When you arrived at the location, Daniels and the rest of the team were already there. They were gathered around a large table covered in maps and surveillance photos. You walked in, nodding to them.
“Glad you could make it.” Daniels said as you approached. “We’re ready to go over the plan.”
You nodded again, stepping up to the table. “Let’s get started.”
The briefing was quick and to the point. The target was using the compound as a staging area for an arms deal that could supply a dangerous faction with enough firepower to destabilize an entire region. The mission was simple in theory: infiltrate, neutralize the target, and destroy the shipment before it could be moved.
But as with all things in your line of work, the reality would be far more complex. The compound was well-fortified, with multiple layers of security and heavily armed guards. The risk was high, but so were the stakes.
“I’ll lead the assault team.” You said as you went through the details. “We’ll go in at night, under the cover of darkness. We’ll need to move quickly and quietly.”
Daniels nodded. “Agreed. We can’t afford to tip them off before we’re in position.”
The team spent the rest of the day preparing, double-checking equipment, and going over the plan until everyone knew their roles by heart. You kept your mind focused on the mission, pushing aside any thoughts of John and the life you’d have to return to after this was over. Now was not the time to think about it. You couldn't afford distractions. The mission required your full attention.
As night fell, the team geared up and prepared to move out. You stood with your team, your expression calm and composed. This was the part of your life you had to keep separate from John, the part he could never know about.
“Alright, everyone.” You said. “We go in fast and quiet. Stick to your roles, and we’ll get this done. Let’s move.”
The team moved out in silence; their vehicles drove them towards the compound. The tension in the air was palpable. This was what you were trained for, what you were good at. Every detail of the mission played out in your head as you approached your target.
When you arrived at the outskirts of the compound, the team disembarked, moving swiftly into position. You led the way, your movements precise. You reached the perimeter, where you signaled for the team to hold. From their vantage point, you could see the guards patrolling the area, their weapons at the ready.
“Snipers, take out the perimeter guards on my mark.” You whispered into your comm. “We move in as soon as they’re down.”
There was a tense silence as you waited for the right moment. You counted the seconds in your head, timing their approach perfectly. Then, with a single command, the silence was shattered by the sound of sniper rifles. The guards dropped one by one.
“Move.” You ordered, and the team advanced, slipping through the shadows as you made your way deeper into the compound.
The mission unfolded with ruthless efficiency. The team moved like a well-oiled machine, each member playing their part flawlessly. You encountered resistance as you closed in on the target, but you were relentless.
As you breached the main building, you found the target in a makeshift command center, surrounded by his most trusted men. The firefight that ensued was intense, but you were unstoppable. In a matter of minutes, the room was cleared, and the target lay dead at your feet.
“Target neutralized.” You reported, your voice steady as you stood over the body.
“Good work.” Daniels replied over the comms. “Proceed with the secondary objective.”
You and your team quickly moved to the storage area, where you found the shipment of weapons. It was an impressive cache, enough to equip a small army. You planted the charges, setting the timer to ensure you had enough time to get clear.
“Charges set.” You confirmed. “We’re heading out.”
The team made their way back to the extraction point, the sound of distant explosions rumbling behind them as the charges detonated. The mission had been a success, but there was no time for celebration. You had to get out of the area before any reinforcements arrived.
As you reached the extraction point, sighed in relief. The mission was over, and soon you would be back home with John, back to the life you were desperately trying to protect.
The ride back was quiet, the team too exhausted to talk. You leaned your head back against the seat, closing your eyes for a moment. You thought of John, wondering if he was still up, if he was waiting for you. You couldn’t wait to see him, to feel his arms around you, after this mission.
When you finally returned to the base, you debriefed with Daniels and the rest of the team. As soon as the formalities were over, you took a shower fast and changed your clothes, before you headed straight for your car.
The drive home was a fast. All you could think about was John and your bed. As you pulled into the driveway, you noticed that the lights were still on in the house. John was still up, waiting for you. Your heart swelled with emotion as you stepped out of the car and made your way to the front door.
When you walked inside, you found John in the living room, sitting on the couch with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He looked up as you entered, a relieved smile spreading across his face.
“You’re back.” He said, standing up to greet you.
You smiled, feeling the weight of the day’s events start to lift as she crossed the room and wrapped your arms around him. “I’m back.”
John held you close, his embrace warm and comforting. “I was starting to worry. Everything alright at the office?”
“Yeah.” You lied smoothly, pulling back to look at him. “Just some last-minute issues, but it’s all sorted now.”
He studied you for a moment, his eyes searching yours. “You sure you’re okay? You seem… tense.”
“I’m fine.” You tried to assure him. “Just tired, that’s all.”
John nodded, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Come on, let’s go to bed. You need to rest.”
He kissed your forehead and smelled your hair for a second. “Did you shower?”
You chuckled. “Yeah, there was a small smoothie incident at work. It was everywhere.” You lied at him, walking with him upstairs as he chuckled.
You changed into your pajamas and crawled into bed beside him. John pulled you close, his presence reminding you of what you were fighting for.
As you lay there in the darkness, listening to the sound of his breathing. The mission was over, and you were lucky that he wasn’t suspicious of any of your lies. But the fear still lingered in the back of your mind. The fear, that one day, John would find out the truth, and everything you’d worked so hard to protect would come crashing down.
But for tonight, you allowed to savor the warmth of John’s embrace and the quiet peace of your home. Tomorrow, you would face whatever challenges came your way. But tonight, you were just (Y/N) Price, the woman who loved her husband more than anything in the world.
John Price is a lot of things. A soldier. A leader. The captain of Task Force 141. And, of course, (Y/N) Price's husband. They are so much in love, in fact, that after a year of dating, John asked her to marry him. But even lovers have secrets... Because John's lovely wife wasn't just a sweet wife with a boring office job. No. She was a killer. A hitman. One of the best...
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It's my first cod fic... I hope it's good. Thank you for reading and I wish you all a great day! x3
Words: 2259
Warning: fluff, a bit angsty
Part 1: (you are reading it) | Part 2: Wife On A Mission | Part 3: Wife In Danger | Part 4: Husband Saves Wife | Part 5: Husband And Wife
You wiped a bead of sweat from your brow as you entered the quiet sanctuary of your home. You placed your weapons carefully in your hidden compartment beneath the floorboards of the closet, where John would never think to look. It was almost laughable, really. Your husband, John Price, a man who had dedicated his life to fighting criminals, had no idea that his wife was one of those killers.
You closed the closet door and took a deep breath. This was your life, your choice, long before you even met John. He didn't need to know about your job. All he needed to know was that you were here, waiting for him, just like you always were. You took another deep breath and needed to switch gears, to become the version of yourself that he knew and loved.
After you took a shower and put on some comfy clothes, you decided to cook your husband’s favorite food. You moved around the kitchen, preparing it as the aroma of simmering stew filled the air.
Your phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. A text from Kate Laswell. A good friend of yours.
You smiled before swiping the screen to answer the call.
“(Y/N).” Kate greeted you. She sounded professional, as always, but with a bit of warmth.
“Kate.” You replied. “How did it go?”
“Smoothly. The target is dead, and our friend is safe for now. You did a good job out there.”
“Thanks.” You said, leaning against the counter, watching the stew. “What’s next?”
“Next?” You heard her chuckle. “Next, I’m coming over.”
You raised your eyebrow, stirring the pot. “You're sure about this, Kate?”
“What, afraid to see me in broad daylight?” You rolled your eyes at her. “Yes, John invited me. He’s been telling me for ages about how good your cooking is. How could I refuse?”
You sighed. “I’m a great cook… But, Kate, you know how important it is that John doesn’t find out about… you know.”
“I know.” Kate reassured you. “I won’t say a word. He has no idea we know each other, and it’ll stay that way.” Silence filled the conversation. “But he’s bound to find out. You have to talk to him one day.”
You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I know and I will do it… One day. It’s just… I don’t want him getting involved in my shit. If he knew what I really do…”
“I understand…” Kate said softly. “And I promise, your secret’s safe with me.”
“Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You sighed and rolled your eyes as the line went dead before you could say more. You placed the phone back on the counter.
“You could have said bye, Kate.”
It wasn’t that you didn’t trust your husband; it was that you couldn’t bear the thought of him being in danger. You’d lied to him for years, all to protect him. And so far, it had worked.
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The front door opened. John was home. You turned, wiping your hands on a towel as he entered the kitchen, his face lighting up when he saw you.
“Hey, love.” He greeted, his voice gruff but full of affection.
“John.” You smiled, walking over to him. He pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your hair. The scent of sweat, gunpowder, cigars and earth clung to him, a reminder of the world he lived in, the world you knew perfectly well…
“Missed you.” He murmured against your neck.
“I missed you too.” You replied, your voice soft. You kind of did. Can you miss someone that you see so often? Even when your husband went on missions, you were there, watching his back and saving his life more times than you could count.
You always went there to safe him. For Kate and for yourself.
You pulled back, giving him a soft kiss on his dry lips. He was safe. That was all that mattered.
“You’re just in time for dinner.”
John watched you with a smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You spoil me, you know that?”
“Someone has to.” You teased, setting the plates on the table. “Sit down. I’ll get everything.”
He obeyed. You placed a steaming plate in front of him and joined him at the table. You two ate in comfortable silence.
John leaned back in his chair, looking at you with a satisfied grin. "You’ve outdone yourself, love."
“I’m glad you liked it.” You replied, gathering the dishes. He grabbed your hand, stopping you.
“Leave it.” He said. “I’ll do it later.”
You smiled, but shook your head. “Let me help then.” John offered, but you shook your head again.
“No, you go take a shower. I’ve got this.”
He didn’t need much convincing. “Alright, but only because you insist.”
He pressed a kiss to your temple, before you watched him head towards the bathroom.
The next day arrived too quickly…
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You woke up early and ready to prepare breakfast. John was still asleep, his arm draped over your side of the bed, the peaceful expression on his face making your heart ache with affection.
You moved quietly, not wanting to wake him just yet. He needed his rest, especially after the mission he’d just returned from. You poured yourself a cup of coffee and sipped it slowly, savoring the moment.
As you finished up, John stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
“Morning, love.” He mumbled, reaching for you. You stepped into his embrace, pressing a kiss to his chest.
“Morning.” You replied, your voice soft. “Breakfast is almost ready.”
“Smells amazing.” he said, pulling back to look at you.
You two sat on the table, eating your delicious food as John intertwined his fingers with yours.
“Soo…” John started, as you finished your food.
“Soo?” You glanced at him, squeezing his hand.
“A friend of mine wanted to visit us. You, know the friend I’ve mentioned a couple of times? Kate?” You nod your head, feeling a slight twinge of anxiety in your stomach. “Yeah, she will come… Is it okay? Or should I call her back and-“
You shook your head. “No, no, honey. It’s okay. She can come.” Despite her promise, there was still a small part of your that worried, that he will find out about your job.
John smiled at your, happy that you were fine with it and finally could meet his friend.
And due to your nervosity, you start to cook early on for dinner. For the time Kate will come into your home. You prayed and hoped that everything will work out…
John noticed your nervosity, of course. He always did. “You’re fussing too much.” He teased as he leaned against the kitchen counter, watching you.
“I’m not fussing.” You rolled your eyes, but could hear the tension in your own voice. “I just want everything to be perfect…”
“It will be.” John assured you, moving to wrap his arms around you from behind. “Kate’s going to love you. She’s always been curious about the woman who managed to snag me.”
You laughed, though the sound was a bit strained. John kissed the side of your neck, his beard scratching gently against your skin. “Don’t worry, love.”
The doorbell rang and you felt your heart leap into your throat. This was it…
John released you, heading for the door. “That’ll be Kate.” He said.
You quickly wiped your hands on a towel, trying to steady your breathing as you followed him. When the door swung open, there stood Kate Laswell, dressed casually but with her usual air of quiet authority.
“Kate, good to see you.” John greeted warmly.
“Good to see you too, John.” Kate replied with a smile, glancing over his shoulder at you.
You stepped forward, a perfectly practiced look of curiosity and friendliness on her face. It was time to act. Something that you always had to do during your missions. Acting or more likely… lying…
“You must be Kate. I’ve heard so much about you.”
“And you must be (Y/N).” Kate responded. “John wasn’t exaggerating when he said you’re beautiful.”
You rolled your eyes at the false pleasantries, but at least your friend had some fun. This was the game you two had to play after all. “Thank you. Come in, please.”
As Kate stepped inside, John closed the door behind her, looking pleased. He had no idea that the two women had known each other for a long time already.
They moved to the dining room, where you had already set the table. The conversation flowed easily, John and Kate reminiscing about old missions, with you chiming in here and there, careful to keep up the facade of being just a supportive wife with no real connection to their deadly world.
As they ate, John kept looking between the two women. “It’s funny.” He remarked. “I’ve always thought you two would get along great. Glad to see I was right.”
You forced a smile, hoping it didn’t look as strained as it felt. “Well, Kate’s easy to get along with.” You said, but kept your eyes rather on John than on her.
Kate returned the smile, her expression giving nothing away. “And I can see why John speaks so highly of you, (Y/N). You’ve got a real knack for this - hosting, cooking… you’re a natural.”
“… Thank you.” You replied, you were counting down the minutes until this tense dinner was over.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur of small talk and laughter, with John completely oblivious to the undercurrent of tension between the two women. As far as he knew, it was just a pleasant evening with his wife and a close friend.
When it was finally time for Kate to leave, John walked her to the door, thanking her again for coming. You followed, staying a step behind, happy that the day has finally ended.
“Thanks for having me.” Kate said warmly, giving you a meaningful look as she shook your hand. “I hope we can do this again sometime.”
“I would love to.” You replied, your voice steady despite of all the emotions you were feeling right now. “It was lovely meeting you.”
With that, Kate left, and you closed the door, leaning against it for a moment, eyes closed as you let out a slow breath.
John came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “See? Told you it’d be fine.”
You leaned into his embrace. “You were right.” You admitted, turning in his arms to face him. “It was nice and went better than I thought.”
John smiled down at you. “You did great, love. I knew Kate would like you. But then again, what's not to like?”
You chuckled. “You give me too much credit. But I’m glad she came over. It was… good to finally meet her.”
He kissed your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. “You know, I think she’ll become a good friend of yours. She’s got a lot of interesting stories, and I’m sure you two have more in common than you think.”
You swallowed hard, forcing a smile on your lips. “Yeah… maybe.”
John’s smile softened as he looked at you. “Are you alright? You seem… distracted.”
You hesitated, your heart skipping a beat. He was always so perceptive. But you couldn’t tell him the truth… Not now, not ever. So, you did what you had done countless times before. You lied… Again.
“Just tired.” You said, resting your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “It’s been a long day.”
He held you close, his hand gently stroking your back. “I understand. It’s been a lot. Why don’t we call it a night? You need your rest.”
You nodded, feeling now tired from this day. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
You locked up the house and headed upstairs. As you got ready for bed, you couldn’t help but glance at John, wondering what would happen if he ever found out the truth. How would he react? Would he be angry, hurt, betrayed?
Once you two were in bed, John pulled you close, his arm wrapped protectively over you. He kissed your temple, whispering a soft “Goodnight, love.” before closing his eyes.
You lay there in the darkness, your eyes wide open as you stared at the ceiling. The evening had gone as well as it could have, but the anxiety was still there. Kate’s visit had been a stark reminder of your real life. Your real job.
You turned slightly to watch John sleep; his face peaceful in the light. He had no idea how many times you’d been there, watching over him from the shadows during his missions, making sure he and his team got out alive. You were always just out of sight, never letting anyone know where you were. It was your way of protecting him.
You weren’t sure how long you could keep this up.
But for now, John was safe. He was home, with you, and that was all that mattered.
You reached out, brushing a hand over his cheek, feeling the rough stubble under your fingers. He stirred slightly, but didn’t wake, just leaned into her touch.
“I love you.” You whispered.
It was both a vow and a plea. A promise to keep him safe, and a silent wish that he’d never have to find out the lengths you’d gone to do so.
Eventually, you fell asleep in the arms of your husband.
👉👈 would I be able to ask for something with Fade, (Kinda specific here) whos S/O is secretly an enemy/kingdom agent, but when she looks into their nightmare she finds it's them losing her.
Ahhh, 🪻, thank you so much for the new request!! I'm so happy that you enjoyed the previous one! x3 And I'm so happy to have a Fade request! Fade is after all one of my fav agents aaahhh!! I also loved the angsty part of it, or at least I tried to write it a bit angsty! I hope that you liked this as well and have a great day!!💕
Words: 566
Warning: fluff, a bit angsty, kingdom agent and protocol agent are a couple, death, blood
⇢ You loved each other so damn much. More than words could describe your love
⇢ And you would do everything for her.
⇢ Except for one thing…
⇢ Telling her that you were a kingdom agent.
⇢ Yeah, she would probably hate be angry that you kept this important fact a secret, but who could blame you? You didn’t want to lose her, so of course you haven’t told the love of your life that you were actually her… enemy… Oops.
⇢ At first you were quite lucky. She never knew that and never question your sometimes weird behavior, as Fade thought that you were just a bit awkward. No big deal. That’s how you always were… right?
⇢ But luck wasn’t on your side on this day…
⇢ Fade often visited you at your place, so you could have lunch together or sleep in bed, after a long day, just like today.
⇢ “Canım, what’s wrong?” She asked you, as she sat next to you, holding her cup of coffee that she had prepared in a cezve a couple of minutes ago.
⇢ “Mh? Oh, nothing, Hazal.” You said, kissing her cheek. “Tamam, aşkım, but talk to me if you have any problems.”
⇢ You nod your head. Of course you will do it…
⇢ Not.
⇢ You were tossing and turning in bed, sweat dropping from your forehead, as the nightmare got worse.
⇢ “Aşkım…?” Fade opened her eyes, as she felt you move next to her.
⇢ As she looked at you, she knew that something was wrong.
⇢ A nightmare?
⇢ You usually didn’t have nightmares.
⇢ Your radiant girlfriend used her powers on you to see your nightmare and when she saw them, she was shocked.
⇢ Hazal saw you in your uniform that you always wore during missions for kingdom. You seemed to talk to someone and when Hazal went into your direction, she saw herself. You two apparently argued and then Fade heard a gunshot.
⇢ Somebody had shot her.
⇢ Blood escaped her wound, as she fell onto her knees.
⇢ You ran to her, holding her into your arms as you cried. Another kingdom agent has killed Fade and went away, leaving you there with your dead girlfriend in your arms.
⇢ You plead for her to stay awake, told her that you loved her and never wanted to lie to her. You never wanted this to happen. You hated it. You were scared. Not for yourself, but for her.
⇢ She realized it then, as you talked to her other self…
⇢ Your biggest nightmare came true.
⇢ Losing her was your nightmare and the reason why you never told her your secret.
⇢ Hazal’s eye teared up and the real Fade looked at your sleeping form
⇢ She slowly moved to you, hugging you tightly
⇢ “Canım, wake up… You are dreaming.”
⇢ Slowly you woke up from her touch, tears wetting your cheeks as you stared at her. “Hazal…?”
⇢ “You will never lose me.”
⇢ That was the day Hazal Eyletmez finally found out about her s/o’s secret.
⇢ And even though her s/o was her enemy, she promised to never leave them.
⇢ “But I’m a kingdom agent….”
⇢ “I know… But won’t have to breakup, because of our different affiliations…”
Can I request yandere Valorant Yoru x reader? Pls and Ty!
I'm sorry that it took me so long to finish it! It got longer and longer and I kinda couldn't stop writing ahhh ;w; But I hope that you like it and have a great day!!
⇢ Until one day, when you had to defeat some omega agents and you saved him
⇢ That was the moment, Yoru really saw you
⇢ At first, he will only watch you
⇢ Then, the more he gets interested in you, the more he has the urge to learn everything about you
⇢ He will stalk you
⇢ Yoru will often go into a new dimension, while he watches you from in there.
⇢ At the end, he knows basically everything about you. He knows how you would react to little things
⇢ I might even say, that he knows you better than you know yourself
⇢ After couple of months and learning your routine, he began his plan…
⇢ He stole your underwear.
⇢ The moment you went away to train for the next mission, he walked out of his dimension and casually walked to your dirty clothes, that you had planned to wash later, and grabbed one of them
⇢ He immediately went to his room, locked the door and smelled it, before he took care of his problem… The big one between his legs.
⇢ He masturbates at least three times, while holding your underwear, before he will put them back to your other ones
⇢ After month 4, people realized that Yoru's eyes sometimes twitched, the moment you talked with another agent or even laughed at one of their jokes. They immediately knew that he was smitten with you.
⇢ And they were right. He likes… no…. loves you.
⇢ That‘s why he is so often jealous. Some agents like Phoenix and Jett teased him for it, but they just thought that he was jealous like some people might be… Not the other kind of jealous guy, who dreamt of killing every single person who even dared to touch you on your arm. Even if it is just a light touch but nope… He won’t like it…
⇢ Most of them (except for you) knew that he was into you, so why did they touch you? The person he loved? The one person who belonged to him?
⇢ Sometimes, when you fell asleep, he would come and watches you for a couple of minutes. Even touch your cheeks, chest and every inch of skin he could see
⇢ Yandere!Yoru is one who would kill people to protect you
⇢ At missions, he will try to stay near you to protect you from the bad guys
⇢ Yoru will kill every single person that tries to hurt you. Hell, even if they are near you, they are dead
⇢ He will watch you in his dimension, when you have nothing to do during the missions
⇢ If you ever see Yoru in your bedroom, he will just lie and tells you, that he wanted to spend some time with you
⇢ He will appreciate the other agents if they will try to play the matchmaker for you two
⇢ But will be super mad, if another agent had their eyes on you. Hell no… You are his!
⇢ He is not afraid to walk to the other agents to beat them up, while whispering into their ear that you are his and that they will never have a chance
⇢ If the other agent will try to tell you about Yoru’s obsession, they will die. Yoru will just lie and tell everyone that there was an accident…
Would I be able to request headcanons for Clove, Cypher and Neon with a reader who wears skates? (Kinda similar to Lucio from Overwatch)
Could I be called 🪻 anon as well? 👉👈
Omg hey! Of course, you are in the anon list now!💕 And thank you so much! It's my first request and I'm so excited! Sorry that I finished it now and couldn't do it sooner. I was a bit busy lately ;w; I hope that you like it and have a great day!💕
Words: 428
Warning: fluff(?)
⇢ I‘m pretty sure that Clove learned how to skate. They seem like someone who enjoys it nearly as much as you do!
⇢ You two often skate together and have some fun, while you window shop or buy some sweets or drinks
⇢ You are a total pro and know many stunts, which is why you try to teach Clove them
⇢ Clove unfortunately fall on their butt… But doesn‘t want to give up!
⇢ They love hanging around with you. Even if they might not be in the mood to skate, they will try to be around you
⇢ Totally filming you and sends the video to your friends and colleagues
⇢ If you two are dating, you love to hold each others hands while skating and be lovey dovey💕
⇢ He. Can‘t. Skate. At all. For real… Whenever he sees you skate around, he has the urge to try it out too, but always falls down
⇢ He has so many bruises and at the end, gives up
⇢ "No, it‘s okay. I will just watch you skate." Is what he tells you later
⇢ And that‘s what he does
⇢ He loves watching you skate and do this amazing stunts
⇢ If you two are dating: He has many videos of you and is super proud of you. And of himself for finding a s/o who is so amazing!
⇢ If you want to teach him to skate, then you need lots of patience… But I‘m sure that he still won‘t be that good in it
⇢ He always prays and mutters "Please, don‘t let me fall…" While he is clinging onto you, as you slowly moved around with him
⇢ Poor Cypher😔
⇢ She doesn‘t know how to skate and at first didn‘t care, until she saw you do this amazing things
⇢ "Wow, (Y/N)!! You are sooo cool!!"
⇢ She tries to learn it and of course falls down, but won‘t give up
⇢ "It‘s normal to fail, I guess." She laughs and will still try
⇢ She always watches you and tries to do it the same way
⇢ You will have to teach her eventually
⇢ And she will learn it fast!
⇢ Just like Clove, she will try to skate as good as you and will chill around with you, while skating
⇢ Whenever she does a stunt, she will skate to you as fast as she can (which is super fast) to show it!
Hello! Just wanted to introduce myself and this writing blog! (о´∀`о)
I‘m Nanami but Nana or Nami is fine, I‘m 26 years old and I love anime, games and more. That‘s probably why I started writing for a couple of fandoms. I mostly write fandom x reader.
I write for fluff, yandere, nsfw and more on this blog and I take requests and would love to get some! I also have some idea for my next fic (John Price x wife!hitman!reader) I will be posting next week!
Well… I love talking and writing, so there is no reason to be shy around me. I won't bite! x3
requests are open
fandoms I write for: Call of Duty, DC Comics, Marvel, Dead by Daylight, Valorant and Watch Dogs
I wish you all a great day and thanks for reading! (*´∇`*)
On this day, many things happened. Phoenix lost his title of King of Flirting and gained a new one, while you finally won a game against him.
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Warning: No warnings.... maybe fluff?
Part 1 - Part 2
He inhaled sharply when you pulled away, his hand now on your waist as he kept himself close to you.
“Shut up, love.” Phoenix managed to mutter out in a low voice.
“Make me.” You winked at him.
Phoenix found himself narrowing his eyes at your words, a cocky smirk growing on his lips.
He moved his free hand to your jaw, using his fingers on your chin to gently raise your head to look at him. For a second, it’s like he was studying your face with his eyes, the smirk on his lips widening.
“Oh, love,” he said, his voice becoming a low whisper. “You have no idea what you just asked for.”
“Oh? Okay, then I should go and ask mhh… maybe Yoru to kiss me?” You leaned back, hands now on his chest.
Phoenix’s smirk instantly faded as you mentioned Yoru, a mixture of jealousy and anger starting to fill his heart. He suddenly tightened his grip around your waist, pulling you back towards him harshly. The radiant’s eyes narrowed at your words, his tone sounding a bit more impatient.
“You don’t seriously think that I’m gonna let that happen, right?” He said, gripping your chin to make you look at him. “You aren’t going anywhere, sweetheart.”
“Jealous Phoenix is cute.”
“Ohhhh, you think you’re cute, don’t you.” He huffed in annoyance, his voice a low grumble.
Phoenix’s expression immediately softened as you suddenly leaned in, the feeling of your lips on his silencing any protests or complaints. He released your chin, instead using that hand to grab the back of your head and bring you even closer to him. “I hate you.” He muttered against your lips, despite the obvious neediness for more.
“No…” You stared at his lips. “You probably love me.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He mumbled, rolling his eyes as he kept your body flush against his.
Phoenix found himself staring at your lips as well, craving the feeling of them against his once again. He released an annoyed sigh before he leaned in once again, gently reconnecting your lips with his own. “I’m pretty sure I do.” He said in a lower tone, despite it almost sounding like a grumble.
“Good, because I feel the same.” You kissed him again and inched back slightly for a second, before pressing your lips onto his again and again. Finding it hard to stop yourself.
Phoenix found himself completely melting into each of your kisses, his lips desperately meeting yours each time. The fire radiant practically let out a sigh when you leaned back, wanting more, until you suddenly pulled him into another kiss. His hand on your waist pulled you closer, closing any gap between your bodies as he deepened the kiss, his other hand now on the back of your head once again to keep you in your place.
“So… Are you happy or do you want to continue pouting at your lost, my beloved sore loser.” You smiled at him, lips hovering over his.
He huffed once again at your mockery, his eyes flickering downward to glare at the comment, but immediately looking back up at your hovering lips above his. “I’m not gonna pout anymore.” Phoenix muttered, his hand on your head sliding down to your waist as he pulled you completely flush against him.
“And I’m definitely not a sore loser.” He said, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke.
“Mh? You are not? The game said that I won, love.” You smiled into the kiss.
Phoenix hummed in protest, shaking his head against your lips. His grip on your waist suddenly tightened as you reminded him of the game’s results, a hint of irritation appearing in his expression. His hands moved down to your hips, as he forced your body even closer to his.
“You only won ‘cause you distracted me with that whole ‘kiss’ thing, love.” He mumbled, peppering kisses along your cheek and jawline.
“Should I stop kissing you then?” You smiled, kissing his nose, as one of your hands moved to the controller on the table to turn the game on again.
“What- no of course not.”
He protested, his hands on your hips holding you in place to prevent you from moving back. Phoenix felt himself getting slightly distracted by your kisses, the feeling of them against his skin filling his mind. “…and you’re not seriously turning the game back on again, are you?” He said, realizing what you were doing with the controller.
“Just let me win ten more times…”
The radiant blinked in disbelief from the audacity of your words.
“Win ten more times..?! Seriously, love?”
Phoenix shook his head, his grip on you still being firm even as he spoke, making it quite clear that he was not going to let go of you anytime soon.
“Yeah, fat chance….” He said with a scoff. “I can guarantee you that you’re not winning ten more times.”
“Whaaat? But you would get great rewards if you… you know… would lose?”
Phoenix immediately perked up once you mentioned a “reward”.
He raised his eyebrows, trying to feign nonchalance, though it was quite obvious that he was now interested.
“Reward, huh…?” He hummed in thought, his fingers occasionally tracing small circles along your waist.
“And what kind of reward are we talking about here...?”
“Any reward you’d like.” You put your hand on his chest. “So, what do you say, sweetheart?”
His lips tugged into a cocky smirk, the idea of winning a “reward” sounding more and more appealing to him.
Phoenix hummed once again, his hand moving from your waist to your hip, as he pulled you closer.
“Any reward, huh?” He grunted with a slight hint of tease in his voice. “Pretty dangerous to be saying that, love.”
“Mhh I know.” You purred, leaning down so your lips are close to his, nearly touching. “So, what do you say?”
The black-haired radiant couldn’t help but chuckle at your purring, a shiver running down his spine from the sound. His head tilts slightly, eyes narrowing in interest as your lips hover over his, desperately wanting to bring you closer, but resisting the temptation for now. “Mmm,” he hummed, his hand on your hip pulling you even closer, forcing your body to completely flush against his.
“I say, love… You have a deal.”
“Good.” You turned back to the game to start playing.
Despite this arrangement clearly being in your favor, and him being very well aware of that fact, Phoenix found himself a bit too distracted by you to care. He kept his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you against him as he watched you start the game again.
“Not playing, Jamie?” You asked, glancing at him.
He blinked, suddenly realizing that he was, in fact, not playing. Phoenix huffed, shaking his head as he stepped even closer to you, making sure that his body was practically pressed against your back. “I’ve got a good view here, princess. I’ll be fine.” He grunted, his breath lightly skimming along the back of your neck.
“Have you thought about your reward?” You smiled at focused on the game. “Perhaps… a new title?”
He smirked, his hands now resting on your hips while his chest was pressed flush against your back.
“A new title, huh?” He mumbled in thought, the idea of a reward slowly starting to take over his mind.
He leaned in a bit, his lips gently brushing against your ear as he spoke once again. “Yeah, princess, I’ve got something in mind for my reward.”
“Then tell me. Or do you want me to choose it?” You chuckled, feeling his lips brushing yours.
He let out a deep hum, his hand on your hip slowly sliding under your shirt, his touch featherlight against your skin. He placed a soft kiss on your neck, his lips lingering there for a few seconds before he responded.
“Nah, I have something that I want in mind.” He whispered, slowly pulling his head back to speak into your ear again.
“And trust me, I think you’ll like it too.” He added with another kiss to your neck.
“Oh really? What did you had in mind?”
Phoenix hummed, using his free hand to slide your hair over your shoulder. His fingers lingered against the back of your neck for a few seconds, before gently tracing the bare skin down towards the collar of your shirt. He leaned closer, his body pressed against yours once again as he spoke. "I want you." He said in a low, husk voice. "For a whole night... love."
“Only for one night?” You smirked, looking at him for a second before you stared at the “WINNER” on the screen.
He instantly realized the result, the word "WINNER" mocking him on the screen in front of you. Phoenix quickly sighed, closing his eyes in disappointment. The entire game, the radiant hardly paid attention, being too distracted by your body against his. He grumbled lowly in protest, though, despite a part of him kind of liking that you won, knowing that it meant you'd be all his.
“Just one night? Are you implying you want more?”
You sighed, turning your head to him. “How can you be soooo….” I shook my head. “Didn‘t you get my hint?”
He tilted his head at your reaction, eyes blinking in slight confusion. In all honesty, he missed the hint. Too distracted by your body. “What…? You know I can be pretty dense sometimes, love.” He mumbled, his hand still drawing lazy circles on your hip. “Care to spell it out for me, princess?"
“Really? I even mentioned it… You know… The title thing?” You stared at him and hoped that he would finally understand it.
He continued to look at you for a few seconds, the cogs in his head processing your words, almost like you could see the lightbulb appear in his mind the moment he finally understood what you meant. He suddenly hummed in realization, his lips immediately curving into a cocky smirk as he pulled you back against him once again. “Oh…. Ohh! That's what you meant?”
“Sooo…. Okay.” You chuckled. “You want me to ask one of the other boys to be my boyfriend? Okay…” You stood up and slowly walked away. One slow step after the other. “Mhh who should I ask…?”
Phoenix's lips parted slightly in disbelief, his eyes following your every move. He watched as you slowly started walking away, your words starting to make a sense of annoyance and jealousy grow in his mind. He huffed, moving behind you to follow you, refusing to let you get far from him. His arms suddenly wrapped around your waist and immediately pulling you back against his chest.
“What are you-?” He grumbled, quickly interrupting himself. “Love, you're not serious, are you?”
“Of course, I am….” You smirked, poking his nose while not finishing your sentence for the drama. “… not serious, silly.”
You snicker, turning around in his arms. "Do you want to be my boyfriend?"
The brown eyed man let out a huff, the feeling of your poke against his nose being more annoying than anything. However, the irritation he felt melted away the second he heard the rest of your sentence, the realization that he almost fell for you teasing making a slight flush appear in his face. He swallowed, his heartbeat suddenly fastening a little as all he could do was stare at you for a few moments, as your question took over his mind. Finally, he found his voice again, though he still seemed speechless from your question. “You… you’re asking me. Right now?"
“What…?” You surely haven't thought to hear him say that and raised your eyebrow at him. Was that a no? “Uhm… Do you want me to ask you on another day…?”
He quickly shook his head, his arms instinctively pulling you closer against him. “What? No! No, love.” He quickly protested, clearly trying to make sure he didn’t seem like he was refusing your question.
He swallowed again, his heartbeat still running rampant in his mind. “I’m just- I’m surprised. Is all.” he mumbled, his fingers absentmindedly drawing mindless circles along your back.
“Is that a no or a yes now?” You asked him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He sighed, eyes closing for a moment before he reopened them to look at you.
“It’s a yes, love.” He muttered, his voice soft yet clear. “…It’s a hell yes.”
On this day, many things happened. Phoenix lost his title of King of Flirting and gained a new one, while you finally won a game against him.
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Words: 2053
Warning: No warnings.... maybe fluff?
Part 1 - Part 2
A/N: My first story on this account (and after a long time not writing anything)! *getting nervous again*
It’s also my first time writing for Phoenix… I also tried to write a small drabble, but I guess, I couldn’t stop writing. I’m so sorry! I hope that you all like it and have a great day! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
You were sitting on the couch, Phoenix beside you, while your fingers rapidly press on the buttons of the controller in your hand. If only Brim and Gekko knew that you nearly smashed the controller against the TV, they would never let you touch their gaming console ever again…
But of course, your thoughts told you to do so, after all, you got a bit stressed and annoyed by the fact that you lost again against your friend Phoenix. The button smashing-technique was a fruitless attempt to win, but without success, as you have lost the fiftieth time. Maybe you should stop competing against one-another, but you were too stubborn and just wanted to win.
The screen lights up. ‘YOU LOSE’ was written on your side of the screen in red. Phoenix’s win… Again.
“Ooh! I won!” Phoenix bragged again, ruffling your hair with his hands. “What’s my streak again, mh?” He smirks at you.
“Well… Better luck next time, (Y/N). Just give up. I will always win.”
You pouted at him, turning your face towards the radiant, as you pointed with your finger at his face. “Ohhh, I will win next time. Don't you worry your cute head about it.”
Phoenix playfully rolled his eyes, a smirk on his face as you pointed your finger to his face, unbothered by this action.
“Aww, is someone a sore loser?” The fire radiant teased, crossing his arms.
“You’ve been saying that for the past fifty games now.” Phoenix chuckled, shaking his head. “You never learn, do you?”
“What?! So not true!" You poked his nose. "It wasn’t fifty! I’m sure of it! And I’m not a sore loser! I just wanted you to win because…. Uhm… I’m nice?” You grinned at him as sweet and innocent as one could ever do.
Phoenix’s eyes widened for a brief moment, his lips curling into a large smirk as you poke his nose. He lets out a laugh, bringing his hand up to swat yours away. “Hey, hey-“
The duelist lets out a small huff. “Nice, right. How generous of you!”
“You’re welcome.” You chuckled.
“You’re such a sore loser.” He lets out another chuckle, as your grin faded. “But yeah, you were right. It wasn’t fifty games; I’ve won at least a hundred now. So sweet of you for letting me win that often.”
Annoyed, you groaned and raised both of your hands to his cheeks to pull on them. “Noooo! Maybe like ten games! Not hundred! You silly boy!”
Phoenix lets out a whine as you pull at his cheeks, pouting playfully.
“Hey-“ He protested, his cheeks being squished by your hands. “I thought you were nice! That stings, you know?” He said with an exaggerated huff.
“I am! Look at me.” You pointed at yourself. “Sweet and nice. Like an angel!”
“Oh yeah? Sweet and nice like an angel, huh?” Phoenix repeated your words, before the corner of his lips turned up. “Psh, more like an agent of chaos.” He teased and poked this time you on your nose.
You scoffed, before you grabbed his finger to softly bite on it. “Agent of peace and innocence and friendliness, more likely, my dear Phoenix.”
“Ow! Hey, don’t do that, that hurts-“ Phoenix yelped, feigning a wince as you bit his finger.
You rolled your eyes. He was such a crybaby. He pulled back, shaking his hand with a playful hmph. “More like an agent of annoyance and recklessness. You’re always making me chase after you.”
“Oh, come on. That was like a soft nibble. That could never hurt.” You shook your head until you realized what he said after. “Wait, what….? Chase me?” You asked him a little bit confused, while Phoenix glanced at his finger that you had nibbled on.
“Yeah sure, it didn’t hurt. It-“ Phoenix suddenly stops, realizing that he’d been caught in his own trap.
He lets out a small huff. “You’re changing the topic.”
The radiant rolled his eyes. “And yeah, you’re constantly making me chase you around. Be it on the battlefield, or at work, or even in these games we play.” He let out, slightly pouting.
“What? Sweet ol' me would never change the topic, my dear.” You tried to say with a british accent to sound like your dear friend, but failed as you could not do it at all. The black-haired man couldn’t help but snort softly upon hearing your attempt at a British accent, clearly amused by the failed attempt.
“Sweet ol’ you.” He chuckled. “You can’t do that type of accent.”
You only chuckled, before asking him; “Why would you want to chase me? I never did anything… Remember. Sweet and innocent.”
Phoenix paused for a moment, brown eyes staring at yours while thinking. “I mean— can you blame me for going after a hot mess like yourself?”
Your cheeks reddened, as you glanced down, trying not to smile from ear to ear at his words. “Ahh…. Okay…. Cool, cool, cool….” You whispered under your breath, embarrassed at your own reaction and words you just had uttered out.
The radiant couldn’t help but notice your obvious redness in your cheeks from his words, a smirk growing on his face.
“Awww-“ He teased, finding your flustered reaction just adorable.
“You’re blushing, love.” He said, ruffling your hair as an attempt to tease you further.
“Heey, stop it!” You swatted his hands off of your head, as he chuckled at your attempt. “And I’m not blushing.”
“You sure are adorable when you get all flustered like this-“ He continued to ruffle your hair despite the protests. “Come on, you were blushing!” He said, grinning. “All because I said you were hot?”
“Noo!” You definitively lied, while you rolled your (e/c) eyes at him. “Also-“ You pointed at him again. “Why aren‘t we talking about you? And your sweet words. Let’s analyze them. If you think that I’m a hot mess than it means…. That you are into me?”
Phoenix chuckled as you turned away, your reaction just further entertaining him. He tilted his head as you suddenly pointed at him, his smirk widening further.
“Oh wow, are you just realizing this now?” Phoenix said, his voice slightly teasing. He took a step closer to you.
“You’re just now noticing that the King of Flirting has been flirting with you this entire time?”
“If I realize it that late, then it only means that the King of Flirting well… sucks at flirting.” You laughed, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Ohhh, you did not just say that.” The black-haired radiant lets out, raising an eyebrow at your mockery. His smirk widened, clearly amused by your words.
“The King of Flirting sucks at flirting?” Phoenix chuckled, taking another step closer. “What, are you looking to take my crown, love?”
“Ohhh please! I already have your crown.” You said, petting his cheek.
His eyes widened for a moment, feeling the gentle touch on his cheek. He found your actions surprisingly endearing.
“Oh you do, do you?” Phoenix couldn’t help but chuckle in amusement. “And who gave you my crown, love?”
You raised your hands and pretended to take off an imaginary crown off of his head to put it on yours. “I did.”
A small snort escaped his lips as he witnessed your imaginary crown-taking act, finding it weirdly cute.
“Hm, so you stole my crown.” Phoenix said, his smirk returning. “Shouldn’t the King of Flirting be mad about his crown being stolen?”
“Maybe, maybe not. Who knows?” You chuckled at him and opened the game to sneakily win against him, while you looked at him. “Ohh, wait. I should know it. Because I’m the King/Queen of Flirting now, now that I know that I stole your heart with my bad attempts of flirting.”
Phoenix was so focused on your banter that, for a moment, he didn’t notice that you had reopened the game.
“You-“ He paused as he glanced to the side, where the TV stood, witnessing that you opened it again. “Oh, you naughty little-“
The duelist turned his head back to you, finding himself slightly flustered at your comment about stealing his heart.
“You’re not getting away with that, Prince/Princess.”
“Oh, I will, after all I‘m naughty.” You winked at him. “Also it‘s not prince/princess… I‘m King/Queen of Flirting.” You chuckled and clicked on the game so you can finally start playing.
Phoenix’s eyes widened for a moment, finding you somehow cute while being cocky at the same time.
“Oh yeah, you are.” Phoenix said, shaking his head with a laugh. “You’ve definitely become the King/Queen of Flirting now.” He muttered out the last sentence. The radiant placed his hand to his chest, pretending to be offended with a theatrical gasp.
“But that means I no longer have the title of king, after all this time-“
While he talked, your in-game character gained some points. “Ohh, yeah. But if you want, you can have a new title.”
Even if he had forgotten about the game for a few seconds again, Phoenix still glanced at the screen. His eyes widened as he noticed that you had been playing this whole time, quickly taking the lead.
“Hey, woah, no fair!” Phoenix protested, turning away from you to focus on the game. “That’s cheating, love. You can’t distract me like that.”
“What? I just wanted to win.” You chuckled. “Also… If I really want to distract you, I would have kissed you.”
He found himself blushing at your comment, his cheeks dusted red as he glanced back at you.
“Yeah, you-“ He pauses for a moment, clearly distracted by your words. The fire radiant shakes his head as if to compose himself.
“Wait, wait, you can’t drop that kind of comment and expect me to focus on the game.”
Laughing at him, you asked; “Why not?”
The fire radiant huffed as he glanced back at the game, realizing that you’d pretty much won at this point.
“Because it’s-“ Phoenix trailed off, trying to come up with a good excuse.
His cheeks blushed red once again, this time, more intensely. “I-I- it’s distracting.” He managed to stammer out.
“Wow, I was able to distract you?” I mouthed a "wow" again as you saw a big "WINNER" in green on the screen. Raising your arms in victory, you turned to him with a big grin. “I won!!”
Phoenix couldn’t help but huff once again, his cheeks still red. He crossed his arms and pouted, shaking his head as you celebrated your victory.
“That’s because you were cheating.” The radiant protested, not wanting to admit defeat. “You distracted me on purpose.”
“Awww!” You smiled at him and poked his lips. “Are you pouting? Cute.” I chuckled. “Do you want me to cheer you up, sore loser?”
Phoenix couldn’t help but huff once again, the pout becoming more apparent on his face.
“Am not pouting.” He said in a huffy tone, averting his gaze. “And no, I don’t want you to cheer me up.”
“Alright.” You shrugged and leaned back on the couch. “Then I won‘t cheer you up with a kiss.” You shrugged again.
“-wait, hold on-!“
Phoenix widened his brown eyes, his pout rapidly disappearing from his face. He glanced back at you. His lips parted open briefly, his tone becoming quieter as he spoke. “…with a kiss, you say?”
“Yeah, but I guess you don't want it, right? That’s what you said. Maybe I should kiss someone who wants me to do it…”
Phoenix’s eyes widened further at your words, while his chest tightened, the thought of you kissing someone else suddenly striking a jealous streak in him.
“No, wait, you-“ Phoenix stumbled upon his words, his usual arrogance and confidence suddenly gone. “I didn’t mean it like that….”
You giggled at him. “Gosh, how can you be so damn oblivious?!” You pulled on his jacket so he is closer to you and kissed his lips softly, before you leaned back a bit. “You silly jealous boy.”
Phoenix’s cheeks reddened further as he was now mere inches away from you. He felt his heart begin to speed up as you pulled him closer to you, his confidence slowly returning.
His eyes widened as your lips suddenly connected with his, the radiant quickly closing his eyes and melting into the kiss.