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hyunevlogs · 4 months

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“i’m not a bottom”

fluff - lee know x fem!reader (no fem!body mentioned tho)

worcount: 761

warning under cut !!

warnings: fighting (??), smutty ending (no smut tho), kind of assasin au— let me know if there is anything else

authors note: idk if i should write a part 2 on this?? (😭😭), english isn’t my first language, requests are open

“you’re starting to piss me off, minho”

“if you’re that mad, why don’t you make use of that anger?”

he was mocking me again, like he always does. right now it was pretty dark outside and about 4am in the morning. but here i was - training with lee know.

since he offered me to train me in order for me to get my revenge, i started living with him or better them.

the practice room had a heated atmosphere from fighting him for almost 2 hours straight. the worst of it all was that he won like almost every time and through that he started to piss me of only by his presence.

minho himself wasn’t even near being exhausted - his hair looked perfectly in place, he had no hard time breathing and the worst of it all was the nasty smile on those lips of his.

“wanna try defeating me again?”

he asked this so casually as if he couldn’t tell you were more than exhausted - sweat drops made their way down your forehead, your hair was all over the place and your lips were parted, so you could breath.

if you two were close enough with each other for him to be able to kiss you, he would definitely kiss you right now. you being a complete mess just did something to him.

you on the other side lost yourself in his intense and sharp eyes, when he suddenly broke the eye contact by looking away.

“what was the question you’ve asked again?”

he chuckled at your question - noticing he in fact had an effect on you so big you would forget what he had been asking you.

“i asked if we wanna go for another round?”

“sure”

and your reassuring answer was enough for him to attack you again. he ran towards you but you were fast enough to dodge his body.

this didn’t stop you to attack him back tho, because as he was fixing his posture you were able to catch him off guard and straddle him to the ground.

you two locked eyes when you were in top of him and in the moment where he wanted to open his mouth to speak again the door bursted open revealing bangchan and felix.

the two guys wore training fits as if they got ready to train in this room but the scene before them hold them back. both of them were close friends of minho’s, which you got to meet through your first dinner at this mansion.

and now they were both standing there in shock because of the position you guys were in.

“uhm, are we interrupting something?”

at the question of felix both of you nodded your heads in disagreement, when bangchan laughed and pulled his phone out in a swift motion to take pics for the groupchat.

“never knew that lee know was a bottom”

minho started frowning his brows at this statement - as if denying it. but with that sentence the two guys left you confused and alone again.

as you were still staring at the closing door minho used the opportunity to catch you off guard by lying his hands around your waist to turn you two the other way around, so he would sit on top of you now.

“try getting out”

“huh-”

it took you some time to clear your mind again and get back to the training. when you started trying shoving off, nothing seemed to help.

that’s why you started struggling, but when you did that with your hips to get him off you his emotionless and frowned face showed some kind of reaction.

his lips parted and let out a quiet but high-pitched sound.

you used his confusion to throw him off your body and stood up again. but it didn’t took him long to pin you down again and you were back to square one.

he opened his mouth to fill his lungs with oxygen again after doing his fast movements. suddenly his hot breath hit the side of your neck he he spoke in your ear:

“i’m not a bottom”

so this is what this about now? why did he got so worked up about a little comment of bangchan?

“i never said that, minho”

he looked somewhat satisfied by your bold response, but there was still something off about him. then you two just continued your training and afterwards you went back to your room to shower.

when your phone screen light up.

pt. 2?? if yes, pls write ideas !! | masterlist

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rosegolqen · 3 months

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Mors Vincit Omnia

billy russo x reader (au)

warning: none

words: 3321

ii. feigned behaviour and alias

20.160 minutes. 336 hours. 14 days. That was the last time Billy Russo laid his eyes on the woman who he only knew two facts about. Her name and that she at least knows how to speak two languages. What a fucking nightmare these last two weeks have been. He should be disappointed in himself. In not one of the databases he searched through has he found her. He even had to ask a few favours. How pathetic of him.

The more pathetic thing about him was not being able to concentrate on the woman — whose name he had already forgotten— who lay in his bed. He blamed it on the stress. He had a big client coming in that he had been sweet-talking in the last few days to sign a contract with Anvil. It was just the stress, nothing else. He was already dreading the stupid gala that he had to attend on the weekend. The positive thing though, this possible client invited him, which meant the deal was likely to be signed by next week. Which furthermore meant more money coming in and that meant he was less in debt with Rawlins.

Hands gripped his right bicep as the smell of too-sweet perfume hit his nose and a warm body draped itself over him. Anya? Alice or Amelia? He honestly couldn't remember what the woman's name beside him was. He randomly hit a number on his phone an hour ago and asked if she could come over to have fun. Anya or whatever her name was agreed and arrived in a revealing dark red dress that showed off her long legs and nice chest. Immediately Billy knew she would be a nice distraction for a few hours.

What he didn't take into account was that his mind would jump too quickly back to the mystery woman who moved like an assassin. He should concentrate on Anya beside him as she slowly caressed his sides with gentle hands. "What's on your mind, pretty boy?"

A sour taste settled in his mouth at her compliment but Billy pushed the dark thoughts away as they tried to grip his mind with slimy hands. Anya couldn't know how that compliment made his insides churn with anxiety. He stiffened his smile when he looked at her, scratching his beard as he pondered her question. The lie slipped from his tongue easily. "Work." Billy stretched his hands above his shoulders, laying them underneath his head. Anya clung to his body even more as his hands moved away. "It's been a rough couple of days."

Anya kissed his chest, slowly moving up to his neck and jawline. She moved the silk sheets away from her body, straddling his lower stomach. “I can help distract you.” She said in a husky voice, arousal deepening the timbers in her vocal cords.

Billy welcomed her distraction, savouring the moments when his mind didn’t stray to anything else other than Anya and her body. He lost himself in her movements as he flipped them over and seated himself deep inside her warmth. His brain shut out any thought of boring paperwork, wasted flatter on rich men and hazel eyes that seemed to accompany him even in his dreams.

—

Billy already hated this. The stuffy room with artificial light made his eyes burn a bit as he blinked the uncomfortable feeling away and his eyes adjusted to the light. The people around him mingled in groups in their lavish suits and dresses. Expensive watches adorned the men's wrists in the room and ladies wore their most luxurious necklaces and earrings. Billy should be used to this. To people floundering their wealth and money— hell, he even did it— but it was still strange sometimes. Now and then he's just the same young boy who jumped from foster home to foster home.

Pushing those grey deliberations away from his mind, Billy tried to mingle with the people who first called his name when he stepped into the room half an hour ago. He tried to focus on the conversation going on around him but he should find the potential client who invited him to this dull fundraiser with even more duller and uninteresting people. Though some of the nonprofits who were trying to raise money and build relationships with their donors tonight seemed rather compelling. Just the suck-up rich and unstimulating people seemed to tire Billy's mind.

He adjusted the cuffs of his impeccable suit, taking a subtle look at his watch. 20:48. At least another two hours until it was deemed proper and acceptable for him to go home. Billy craned his neck, eyes searching for a specific clientele that should already be here. He hoped tonight they could come to a reasonable agreement and sign the contract Billy's assistant sent him over yesterday.

The voice he was hoping to hear tonight called behind him, pulling him away from the suffocating crowd. Daniel Shepherd clapped him on the shoulder, his voice pulling in his head that turned in his direction. "Rosetta, please let me introduce you to William Russo."

Billy looked at the woman who was beside his potential client. Daniel had his hand on the small of her back as he continued to list names Billy hadn't heard of yet. While the women tonight wore revealing dresses with slits to their thighs and low-cut gowns in a variety of different colours, Rosetta wore a simple satin black evening dress with an open back. The fabric clung to all the right places on her body but not too much to indulge in what lay underneath the pricy textile.

Rosetta's gaze met his as she uttered the words in a voice that seemed too familiar for Billy. Have they met before? Maybe even shared an intimate night together but the accent in her voice made him scratch those thoughts away. "Pleasure."

"All mine, Rosetta." He politely answered back, dark eyes that blended in with his pupils never left her face. Studying the details he couldn't remember where he knew from. "You are from-?"

"Yes, Britain." She agreed without Billy having to end his sentence. She probably had that asked too many times tonight. "I'm here instead of my friend who painted all this amazing art." She gestured with her hand around the room, a smile on her face. She had dimples, Billy realized. His eyes left her form as he surveyed the room. He didn't notice them before. Huh. "She fell sick but wanted someone to represent her here today. She called Daniel and asked him if I could come instead of her. Daniel being the gracious co-host he is, of course, said yes."

"You talk too highly of me." Daniel put his hand on his heart, the other still on her back. Billy's gaze discreetly followed the curve of Rosetta's jawline and the slope of her nose to her lips. Those were unrecognizable but her eyes, the dark brown of her eyebrows and pinned dark strands of hair brought up thoughts Billy didn't seem to shake. They must have slept together at some point otherwise Billy didn't have a clue where he would know her from. But the name Rosetta or her English accent didn't ring any bells and she didn't seem to react to him at all. Focus, Billy. Make time to talk to Daniel and convince him to sign.

"It's the truth!" Rosetta clutched her purse with hands that seemed too callous for a lady who attended tonight's gala.

Daniel smiled at her before his eyes left hers and he looked around the circle of people who stood with them at the round high bar table. "Well, if I knew Anita had such beautiful friends I would have invited her more often to these events."

Rosetta stiffened up a bit, the corners of her mouth twisting. It was gone in a second as her lips pulled up in a charming smile, but Billy saw it. Maybe he should stop staring at her but who cared? He certainly didn't but he also didn't want to come across like a creep so he averted his eyes to the other guests before moving back to her. While she wore heels and Daniel wasn't a tall man himself either she had to crane her neck to look him in the eyes. "If I knew this many handsome men attend these kinds of galas, I would have asked her sooner to invite me."

Daniel laughed loudly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as a light shade of pink covered his ears. As far as Billy knew Daniel wasn't married or even had a girlfriend. There was a rumour going around an upper-class dinner Billy attended a few months ago that Daniel and his assistant held a close relationship but nobody knew anything else on the matter. "You are too kind, my lady, and a charmer." Daniel voiced smoothly back.

Rosetta tilted her head, the strand of hair that reached her chin shifted with the movement of her cranium. "What can I say I enjoy your company."

"Do you?" Daniel's eyes didn't stray from her as the conversation around the small circle of people at the table continued. Rosetta didn't spare Billy a second glance when the chatter strayed back to him, asking him how life was treating him. No, she rather exchanged flirty remarks with Daniel Shepherd.

What a nightmare, Billy thought as he effortlessly smoothed his hair back, the glass of single malt whiskey cold in his hand and the smoothness of the drink burned his throat as he swallowed a sip. He surveyed the artwork around him, the blended colours of dark reds and cobalt blues. The paintings didn't stir any feelings in him or any further thought to know more about them. However, he was interested in who Rosetta's sick friend was. The name Anita didn't strike a chord in his consciousness so Billy let them drift away.

Rosetta's voice made him turn back to her as she looked at him, "What is it that you do for work exactly? If I may ask, of course."

His bewildered expression at her question made Billy think he looked like a fish caught off guard. "I-" What do you mean she didn't know what he did? What he owned? That he served in the Army for years and killed more people than he could count on his two hands? It made Billy think less of himself, which didn't seem logical. He wanted people to know and recognize him. He wanted to be notable for something yet he didn't wish for people to understand or fathom him.

Then it dawned upon him as she further explained, "I'm sorry, I should have rephrased myself. I'm not very familiar with everyone around here and what they exactly do. I'm trying to get to know as many people as I can. Make acquaintances, you know?"

Of fucking course she didn't know him or rather his social image that was open to the public. She or anyone else for that matter didn't know the horrible things Billy did outside of his public appearances. The lonely nights that he spent covered in the blood of the people Rawlins wanted Billy to eliminate. That he almost got his best friend and his family killed. "I own a security company."

"Like for clubs?"

Billy chuckled, shaking his head as surveyed the woman before him. His laughter died down, Rosetta's innocent eyes wide at his teasing smile when he answered. "No, we protect Senators,-" Billy shrugged, "-public people who are in any type of risk or endangerment."

Her mouth formed an oval shape, brows furrowing before they evened out again. "Oh, that makes more sense, doesn't it?" She looked at Daniel with a fascination in her eyes as Billy revealed his answer. He found it strange. A classy woman from England with calloused yet tender-looking hands seeking validation from a man like Daniel Shepherd. What was she here for and why? She was trying to come across as a modest and proper yet dense lady while Billy saw the sharp glint in her eyes when nobody else seemed to. And maybe that made him more nervous than before. Because he recognized it in himself when he was talking with dim-witted clients or trying to seem like the good guy when doing interviews with whatever newspaper.

"Billy here has been working very hard.” Daniel praised him, “His company is one of the most successful ones here in New York."

Billy did let those words get to his head. Daniel wasn’t lying. Anvil was the most affluent and profit-making that it have ever been. "Thank you, Daniel. I always like to hear those words."

Billy looked at Rosetta again to gauge her reaction to the well-doing of his company and the flatter he received from Shepherd but she wasn’t looking at him or Daniel. Rather she observed the crowd around her in the spacious room. Something appeared to catch her attention more than the looks of Billy Russo and that made him feel…? Absolutely nothing, the ex-military man thought.

She looked back at Daniel, craning her neck to whisper something in his ear and clutching her bag with pale knuckles. She turned around and gave Daniel one last charming smile. Billy only saw the full extent of her backless dress as she made her steps away from them, hips swaying just the right way to turn heads in her direction. "Restroom," Daniel answered Billy's questioning gaze as he averted his eyes and smiled at the man standing before him. Billy jumped right into business but the question still lingered in his mind.

Who was this woman?

—

Billy fucking Russo. Of course. Why didn’t Anastasiya think of that? Stupid, stupid, stupid. She was so excited for the information she needed to get tonight that she didn’t think a socially recognizable person like Billy Russo would also attend the same gala she happened to be present at. Yeah, she knew exactly who he was when she spied on Kolya two weeks ago at the warehouse. She didn’t think he was worth another thought these last 14 days yet tonight proved Anastasiya wrong.

Why? Why and why? Billy could mess up the whole plan she carefully laid out for tonight. He didn’t seem to know her which had slowed Anastasiya’s heartbeat when she spoke to him before. But the way his eyes lingered on her for more than an ethically acceptable time made her nervous and she hadn’t felt nervous in a long while.

With a deep breath and an additional strut in her steps, Anastasiya fixated on her target for the night. The glass containing a scarlet wine that she grabbed from a tray made her hand heavy as she focused on the man coming towards her. She was out of sight of Daniel and his suck-up friends so Anastasiya didn’t mind putting on a show as she intentionally slipped on nothing but thin air.

The ruby liquid collided with the white and black colours of the man’s suit before her as she steadied herself and the glass in her hand. "Oh, my! I am so sorry, sir! That is all my fault. I haven't been paying attention to where I was going."

The man whom Anastasiya studied for the last two weeks let out a loud curse, "No! Leave it!" He quickly grabbed a few napkins from a nearby table as he shook his head, muttering curse words under his breath. His harsh tone softened when he looked at her. Anastasiya made sure her eyes looked as innocent as possible, her shoulders hanging low, brows pulled together to enhance that timid aura she was supposed to give off. Her mouth hung open with an apologetic look on her face. The man sputtered on his words. "I shouldn't have been walking this fast. Excuse me for raising my voice."

Anastasiya hoped she pulled off the shy and pure exterior as she apologized. Her arms reached for more napkins as she patted the older man’s suit to help him. "No, please don't apologize. I ruined your suit."

"Nothing I can't buy 10 more times." My God. How uncreative, Anastasiya thought. People who were truly strong on the inside wouldn’t need to show off to people by saying phrases like that. People with extreme qualities like bragging about how great they were, and how many women they’ve seduced also liked to brag about their fancy cars. But those were the very same people who were such weak, tiny little people on the inside. Anastasiya never understood the concept. They were trying to cover up their weaknesses and insecurities with bravado and wealth. People should let their actions do the talking sometimes rather than using their unnecessary words.

Anastasiya didn’t let the comment affect her though. "Please let me do something for you." She mimicked a fake pondering look on her face. The man was already eating out of the palm of her hands. "Let me pay for the cleaning. I feel terrible."

"Nonsense."

She put the pink slightly wet napkins on the table. "Then let me make it up to you with a dinner?"

"I-"

"Please, I insist." The man’s name was Denis Andreyev. He hesitantly agreed to her offer but with a bit more convincing on Anastasiya’s side he took the bait. She grabbed a business card from her bag with a fake name on it and slipped it into the front pocket of his suit. "Call me. And I will arrange a dinner for us where I can hopefully-" Anastasiya chuckled with embarrassment as she tapped the front pocket on his chest with her left hand, "Make up for whatever trouble I have caused you."

"Alright.” The man joined in laughter with her, a flirtatious smile on his face that made Anastasiya happy she would be able to kill him as soon as she got what she came for. “Thank you,...?"

"Beatrice." She answered his question. Denis bowed at the waist, his hand grabbed hers as he slowly brought up her hand to his mouth and kissed it. In that moment Anastasiya successfully seized his identifying card from his suit jacket as Denis was focused on her fluttery eyes and soft lips.

She snatched her other hand quickly back from his suit before he could notice it. Ding, ding. One for Anastasiya. Zero for yet another Russian man before her. Now she just had to get into his office undetected.

Denis wished her a good night and promised to call her. How bad that the number on that business card didn’t exist just like the name she gave him. Anastasiya apologized again as she stepped away from him and made her way to the stairs to be able to reach the elevator.

When she reached the corner of the wall, disappearing behind the white slab of concrete and out of the gaze of the other guests, a strong arm reached around her waist and pinned her to the wall. Warm hands covered her mouth, and the voice of the man she didn’t want to hear again tonight reached her ears, “Where do you think you’re going with that, Anastasiya?”

Billy fucking Russo.

#the punisher #marvel #billy russo x female reader #billy russo x you #billy russo x reader #billy russo #red room #mcu #frank castle #assasin au #black widow #fanfic #karen page #alternative universe #matt murdock #hell’s kitchen #the red room #marvel mcu

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healingmusicmain · 2 months

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My Brain has been hyperfixated on the idea of spy or assassin Luigi

Let me explain luigi is already an amazing sniper from the Mario + Rabbids games as he is able to one shot or deal massive amounts of damage from far away

we also know that luigi has the ability to pretend to be different people extremely well becuase he dressed up as Peach in Mario & Luigi superstar saga and was able trick Bowletta and Fawful by both looking almost like peach and sounding exactly like her and was able to keep his cover long enough for them to be far away from Princess Peach

Finally in Super Mario galaxy and Super Mario galaxy 2 he run faster and jumps higher than mario so that mean that Luigi has no issue with running away if he is caught or if he is getting in right position to kill his target

Basically Luigi would be a good spy or assassin becuase he is a great sniper can pretend to be people extremely well and has the physical abilities for it

#luigi #super mario #mario bros #assasin au #luigi would be a great assasin or spy and you cannot change my mind #this has been haunting me ever since i found out luigi has dressed up like peach #spy au #spy luigi #assasin luigi #luigi nintendo

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shigerussato · 6 months

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[shigesato team rocket au]

Gary *complaining about someone* : so yeah he’s kinda been bothering me lately.

Ash : I’ll talk to him, don’t worry he won’t bother you any longer.

Gary *smiling* : really? thank you Ash.

Ash : no problem, I’ll have him assassinated first thing tomorrow morning darling.

Gary : that’s not what I meant–

#palletshipping #shigesato #シゲサト #gary x ash #ash x gary #ash ketchum #gary oak #gary pokemon #pokeani #anipoke #team rocket #team rocket au #assasin au #gotta love this au

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theimmortalprince · 2 months

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Okay okay, so I have a fic ready. It is not Varadeva. It is Oc female, assasin and future king Deva and brief cameo of Ram and Seetha from RRR. It is short and I don't know what I was thinking, but would you want to read it?

#devaratha raisaar #salaar #prabhas𓃵 #oc female #assasin au #kinda Rp game vibe in the beginning

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alcinassugarbby · 3 months

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Eagerness won again, here's chapter two of the Assassin AU <3

#alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x oc #lady dimitrescu fanfic #cornelia (oc)#my writing #assasin au

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aleizart · 2 months

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My husband.... 😘 Tiktok: sidney_s3al

#art #artists on tumblr #small artist #artist #artwork #digital art #digital artist #drawing #foryou #foryoupage #fyp #tumblr fyp #fypage #parati #scissor seven #fanart #seven #my beloved #assasin au

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akiiireix · 3 months

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Killed for Sport (Tsukishima Assassin AU)

"Should I ask you why you have a knife strapped to your leg?"

"It's a dagger actually. And no, you shouldn't." The blonde female glared at the blond male while answering. "And don't act so surprised Kei, you have a gun on yourself ." She continued.

Smirking, the boy reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun. "Well, would you look at that? Are you by any chance psychic Tsukishima?"

No sooner did he say those words than he felt the tip of the dagger against his neck. "Call me that again and I will not hesitate to slit your neck. It's (Y/N)." she snarled. "Just because your father decided to fuck around with my mom doesn't mean we're related."

Her actions didn't make him flinch — not one bit.

Pushing her hand away he dusted his suit and walked past her like it was nothing, "Oh darling sister, that fucking around is the reason you were born in the first place."

He wasn't wrong, clearly he knew it and she knew it too which is what ticked her off. Gripping the dagger in anger, she slowly put it back on her leg and walked behind him.

"Just don't interfere with my work or you might accidentally get hurt, big brother." She ended with a tight-lipped smile and narrow eyes, leaving before he could even respond.

Of course none of that had an effect on him either. He simply chuckled in amusement. "I don't need to do much to get on her nerves."

Kei. Kei Tsukishima was one of the top assassins in Tokyo. After all, he did come from the Tsukishima family and they were all raised to be trained assassins. It was more like a family business for them. Naturally, his half sister (Y/N) Tsukishima was also trained and made to do jobs. She was a year younger than him but stood at 5'9 which really ticked him off sometimes, seeing as how she might reach him soon enough.

At the age of 18, he had already made his way to the top, being the best at what he does. The only other person who came close to him in getting the job done was (Y/N) and so he made it his life's mission to be the perfect thorn in her side.

Isn't that what older brothers are supposed to do?

"Tsukki, that wasn't playing nice." A voice called out from behind him. Not turning to look at the person, he simply replies emotionless.

"I never agreed to play nice Yamaguchi."

"Nevermind her, what's our job this time?" He asks the boy swiftly.

Tadashi Yamaguchi wasn't an assassin like his best friend, rather he worked on the sidelines as his assistant — his eyes and ears on all jobs.

He shook his head in disappointment at the change in subject "Our target this time is Mahiru Kurota" he turns the tablet in Tsukishima's direction and shows him the picture of the guy before continuing. "And he's been accused of doping athletes in exchange for money—"

"Doping is common and normal. Why exactly am I being sent to kill this guy?" He broke in, interrupting Yamaguchi. "Tsukki if you let me finish you'd know." He answered in annoyance.

Rolling his eyes, Tsukishima motions him to continue what he was saying earlier. "Soon after their payments, these same athletes are found dead. They're made to look like accidents but....."

"But that might not be the case." Tsukishima ends after listening to him. Yamaguchi nods in affirmation. "So this guy is taking the money and then killing them off. Ahh what a pain, I couldn't care less about those athletes you know. But a job is a job and since I'm being paid—

"500,000 Yen" Yamaguchi inputs.

"Right, so let's get the job done." He went quiet for a second before he continued. "Is there anything else I should know or do?" He asks.

Yamaguchi goes through his the job details before he lifts up his head and answers. "You've been asked to use you status as Volleyball Player in Karasuno to get close to him."

"Fine." He answers simply.

"That about sums it up. He's hosting a party right now, here's your invitation." He hands him an envelope. "And I'll be monitoring you but they're having a body check at the entrance so we cannot put any electronics on you for communication."

Nodding in response Tsukishima makes his way over to the entrance. "Oh and about (Y/N)—" he tries to call out.

"I don't want to listen to anything about her right now. I'm on a job." and with that he starts walking. Stopping short, he takes out the gun he had had in his coat and throws it towards Yamaguchi.

"Don't think I'll be allowed in with that." He said and walks out of view

"Don't tell me later that I didn't try to warn you." Yamaguchi mumbled as he walked back to the parked van he came in.

At the door, a guard asked for his invitation. "You're Kei Tsukishima?" He asks in suspicion. "Isn't that what's written on the invitation?" Tsukishima lowers his eyes at the guard. "Do the work you're assigned to before I have a chat with your boss about these issues."

Taken aback, the guard apologized profusely as he let Tsukishima enter the party. "The boss is in the back room." He added, hoping that this information would let his past mistake slide.

Clicking his tongue, Tsukishima enters, passing all the drunk and euphoric teens before going through the mentioned door.

"— and the girls team might not be as good as the boys team but this year we're sure to win. After all I am trained by the best middle blocker in the school."

A familiar voice was heard talking as soon as he entered. To his horror he saw (Y/N) sitting across Mahiru and having a chat with him. So this was what Yamaguchi had probably been trying to tell me.

When the two of them noticed him standing at he door, Mahiru got up from his seat, "Kei Tsukishima, I presume. So nice to finally meet you in person." He offers his hand for a handshake.

Tsukishima instead ignores him and nods. "Ahem... So right take a seat please and we can work on the contract." He sits beside (Y/N) who's grinning at him evily.

She had probably figured out the fact that he hadn't known she would be here too. "Hello brother, we were just talking about you." she added slyly.

Returning her smile he retorted sweetly, "Yeah, I heard the part where you called me the best middle blocker." Watching the grin wipe off her face gave him satisfaction like no other.

If Mahiru sensed any tension in the conversation between the two of them, he didn't say anything, probably dismissing it as normal sibling banter. "Here's the contract."

He presents two of the same set of papers, passing one over to them and keeping the other one. His hand hovers over the papers he passed to them, "I hope it's alright that the contract for both of you is made together since you're siblings."

"Actually n—" Tsukishima starts to say but she pinched his side which shuts him up but also earns her a glare. "Oh don't worry it's alright." She add sweetly.

The three of them talk about the details— mostly (Y/N), while Tsukishima takes note of their surroundings and commits them to memory. "—and that is all. Please give your signatures if you agree to these terms."

Oh finally we're done with this facade. When (Y/N) kicked him, he focuses back to them and signs the papers. "If that is all then I'll be taking your leave." Tsukishima replied and walked out.

After he left the room was silent for a while before Mahiru turned to her, "Is he always like that?"

"Yeah, perks of being famous and all." She replies waving him off. "Would you like to join me for drinks (Y/N)?" He asks after a pause.

Keeping the disgust off her face, she turns back and smile at him. "Maybe another time, after all I have practice early tomorrow. Can't win without practice now can I?" she chuckles.

"That's why you came to me didn't you?" He asks curiously.

"Well yes, but I still need to put in my effort. Now then, I shall take your leave too."

The next afternoon (Y/N) was working on the laptop when there came a knock on the door. Without warning, Tsukishima entered, followed by Yamaguchi who was telling him that he should've waited for permission before entering.

"Oh look Yamaguchi, I think she's angry." He said dryly.

"I wonder what gave it away?"

"Well you see you can know her mood by her hands. Like right now, she's holding a gun. I don't think that means she's happy to see us." He stated matter of factly.

She obviously couldn't shoot him. "Not us. You." She added as she put the gun down. "So speak. Why exactly are you interrupting my precious time?"

"Don't talk as if you were doing anything important." He rolled his eyes, "we need to work on this together— I'm not happy either, but we do so just do what I say and we'll get this over with."

She looked at him in disbelief. "Keep your male dominance to yourself. We're doing it my way."

Obviously they would get nowhere with this fight so he decided to humour her for the time being. "How exactly did you enter with that knife?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Dagger." She corrected, "and Yachi took it from me when she gave me the invitation and news that I had to work with an imbecile like you."

"Ahhh—" Yamaguchi interrupted their arguments.

"Mahiru got back with the day you have to pay and collect the drugs. It's a month from now, right before prefectuals actually. So figure out a plan peacefully before then or the two of you will be in big trouble."

Work peacefully with her?

Work peacefully with him?

Having no other choice she decides on her plan of action. Tsukishima takes out some licorice candy and chews on it while she works.

"Put that away will you it's annoying." She muttered angrily. "Would your highness like it if I threw it in the trash?" Surprised at how easily he listened to her, she nods.

The moment she looks back at her laptop she felt the candy hit her face, "oops guess the trash didn't want it." He smirked.

At this point she was practically seething. Of course he wouldn't be so nice as to actually comply with her requests.

"If you do that again I will throw you out that fucking window you— what are you doing?" She asks as she noticed him get off the chair and look out the window.

"Checking how high the drop is, see if it's worth it." He answered cheekily. She was officially enraged. Sitting back down she decided to ignore him until it was needed.

"Poison" she suddenly spoke after hours of silence.

"Car malfunction." Came his swift reply.

After arguing for a few more hours and getting consultations from both Yachi and Yamaguchi they settled on car malfunction much to (Y/N)'s disappointment.

Tsukishima smirked at her victoriously, glad that his idea made more sense for this job.

A month later.

"Don't mess up the plan you trainwreck or we're screwed." He whispers. "Oh shut it you overgrown baby. The only one capable of messing up is YOU." She retorts.

They work in silence, placing the job above their petty fights. After they finish making the changes to Mahiru's car the two of them slip out and go to the destination where they're supposed to meet him.

It wasn't long before they saw his car roll up. "Let's get down to business shall we?" (Y/N) asked in all seriousness when Mahiru entered the room.

"Right." Mahiru pulls out his briefcase and opens it, turning it in their direction. "I assume this is enough?"

Obviously, Tsukishima had to sell his act since he knew he had not been enthusiastic during their last conversation. He looks through the contents in the bag before nodding.

"I'm glad that Karasuno's shield is doing business with me. This will take us places." Mahiru then turned to (Y/N), "and Karasuno's Angel."

Who calls her that?

Who calls me that?

"Well, it was a pleasure doing business with you. Honestly didn't think you'd pull through with this deal but I'm glad you did." She replied putting on a charming smile.

"I'm hurt that you would think that sweetheart." Before she had a chance to reply he continued, "and about the payment?"

"Right. Here you go. That's everything we agreed on." Tsukishima says while handing him a briefcase.

"That concludes our deal then. I hope we can work together again." Mahiru smiles at them and then turns to leave.

Mahiru surprisingly had come alone, seeming to trust them. Dismissing the whirring sound that came from his car when he entered, he proceeded to start the ignition when.....

..... His car blew up. Tsukishima and (Y/N) walked up to car after the blast to see him lying on the floor covered in glass. Somehow still alive, but not for long.

"Please— save me! I'll do—do anything— for you." He cried in pain while holding his hand out to the two of you.

"Then Perish." Tsukishima told him and turned away. (Y/N) offered him a little flying kiss and a goodbye and followed behind Tsukishima, leaving before the bystanders and cops arrive.

Sending their condolences, they walked away, triumphant smiles at a job well done. After a week, when nothing suspicious was recovered from his accident, they were assured that their assassination would never come to light.

It was and always would be considered a tragic accident.

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xcometstarx · 26 days

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Assassin au for some WoF ocs!!

Stork first!

He's @dogdayisgoodboy101 oc!

(Click for better quality-)

Stuff:

Got tasked with killing the princess of the night and sky kingdom

Fell in love with her almost immediately

He has a dagger on his first left forearm

And a pouch on his neck with poisons, and sleeping darts

He wears black gloves on his legs to hide his tracks

(He also has a pitch black cloak)

#wings of fire #wof oc #assasin au #I was bored #Bro really fell inlove with his target-#WoF au

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mars1013 · 10 months

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more p3rcabeth aus

I was thinking about two particular aus today

percabeth spy au (both spys one family/company that's kinda suspicious )

percabeth spy au (both spy eChothers family and they don't know but when they do its big and they thi k that their whole relationship was just to get closer to eachother)

3. Percabeth assassin au (percy is annabeths target) (u always see a male assassin but what about a GIRL)

this is just what goes on in ym head

#percabeth #pjo percy #percabeth au #percabeth fic #percy jackson #percabeth fanfiction #spy au #Assasin au

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zaphiregz · 2 years

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Some messy sketches I did yesterday at night while I was talking with my babe, @lilfriezatyrant . We had a soft scene with Frost and Pistachio so I drew them 💙💗. The second one was a request from her.

#frost dragon ball super #frost dbs #pistachio #zaphiregz's oc #lilfriezatyrant's oc #drawing #FroChio yes #ice jin #assasin au #sketches #our OTP

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rosegolqen · 3 months

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Mors Vincit Omnia

billy russo x reader (au)

warnings: blood, gore, slight torture, mention of being someone’s pet (not in the kinky way)

words: 2.226

i. oculus

Billy Russo was after a man. That wasn’t new. Lately, he has been after many men on Rawlins’s orders. The Irish. The Russians. Even American people who just knew too much. Billy couldn’t send one of his men. It was too risky and he was just so tired. Tired of putting up with Agent Orange’s shit and business. Tired of doing the man’s dirty laundry. He wanted peace and quiet. He wanted to lay his head on his silky pillows in his penthouse and sleep and just never wake up.

It’s okay. He could put up with this shit. He could do it. Rawlins helped Billy start his company, without him Billy would probably be…let’s not think about that. It’s a fair trade. Billy could deal with this if it meant having his status, power, money and all the beautiful women New York had to offer.

Now, having a Russian-to-English translator would help Billy get his job done a lot quicker. He couldn’t understand a word from the man blabbering in front of him. After this was done, he would call up whatever beauty from his contacts and get lost in her pretty thighs and just forget about tonight. Focus, Billy. Get the information then you can think about pretty thighs.

“Honestly man, you’re boring me. Tell me what I want and we can do this the easy way.” His voice was still soft— as soft as it could get— and calm. His head was on fire. The headache slowly started to spread across his eyes. Billy didn’t want to raise his voice tonight, but if that was the only way he could get the location of the big drug delivery coming in from Russia then he would have to.

He waved his favourite gun in front of the Russian man, who was tied to a chair. They were in an abandoned and dirty warehouse by the docks. All Billy needed was the time and date of the delivery so that Rawlins’s men could take care of it and he would be done for the night. “Last chance before I make this hurt, Kolya. I know that you can speak English.”

Billy leaned in close to the man, taking in Kolya’s disgusting appearance. Billy hit him a few times in the face, the bruises already filling in with the colour of a beautiful sunset. The blood on the man’s face was slowly drying and that meant Billy was doing a horrendous job of getting what he wanted from the Russian. He should stop talking and take action.

Billy butted his gun against Kolya’s temple. The thin skin on his head cracked the ruby shade of blood ran down the man’s aging epidermis as he wheezed out a Russian curse word. Billy clicked his tongue, voice getting louder and heavier, “That’s not the answer I want to hear!” He roughly grabbed Kolya’s greasy hair and yanked his head back. Billy’s dark eyes met the Russian’s fearful ones.

“Come on. Tell me.” His voice dropped, “Or I will take my favourite knife that I sharpened this morning and you will lose an eye.” Billy took the army knife from his boot, the blade glinting in the dark as he pointed it towards Kolya. “Left one or the right one? You choose.”

The sharp point of the knife neared the Russian’s right eye, almost, almost touching the soft black surface of his pupil. Just a few millimeters then Kolya would lose his sight in his right eye. “Please…” He muttered, tears escaping him as the adrenaline finally left his system and he realized that tonight he could truly die.

“No. You are a smart man. Rich. Have friends in high places,” Billy tilted his head, he knew Kolya was nearing his end. He was going to give Billy the information he wanted. “You give me what I want and you can have your life back!” Billy nearly shouted. Just a little bit more force before the Russian would break.

“I need his eyes.”

Billy’s gaze snapped away from Kolya. He quickly straightened up, gun in his right hand and his knife in his left. His stance took up a defensive position. The voice came from the shadows of the corner but he couldn’t pinpoint which one exactly. “Who are you?!” He turned to the man bound in the chair, “Who is that? Hmm?!”

“I don’t know!” Kolya shut his eyes, head shaking and bowed in unawareness.

“You can have him all to yourself. I just need some things from him myself before you kill him.” The feminine voice set Billy in rage. This must be one of Kolya’s tricks. He somehow contacted someone to come for him and save him. Must be. Even though the words from the woman told him a different story, Billy wouldn’t take chances. “Right? You wouldn’t let him walk away, he saw your face.”

“Come out wherever you are and I can show you exactly what I’m capable of!”

Her laugh echoed in the warehouse and it made Billy break out in a shiver, his body reacting to danger even though his mind couldn’t feel it. The chuckle turned into a cruel snicker. “Don’t worry, I saw the whole thing. Pathetic, really.”

God, he didn’t notice someone was watching him the whole time? He was getting sloppy. Too sloppy for being Billy fucking Russo. He needed to get his shit together. Get the information from the Russian. Kill him. Then deal with this woman. Scratch that. Deal with her first. Then everything else.

“We want the same thing, you and me. Him gone. I can help you get what you want if you let me have a little fun with Nikolai first.” She sounded like she was moving, yet he couldn’t hear her footsteps. Her voice still echoed in the warehouse but it sounded like she was getting nearer.

He turned his body to where the sound of her voice came from. He hoped he was in the right direction otherwise that would be embarrassing. “What is it that you want from him exactly?”

“Information. Like you.” Billy saw her silhouette before her voice became more clear. Knives were strapped to her thighs. A gun at her hip. Some kind of black bodysuit covered her from neck to toe. Strong and sturdy black boots that had no sound when she walked on the ground. Or she was just that good. Billy guessed the latter. Voice just as cold as her expression she said, “And his eyes.”

With every step, she came closer to him and Kolya and Billy continued to point his gun at her forehead. If she tried anything, or moved too fast, he would shoot her without a thought, “What kind of information?”

“That’s personal.” She was close. Closer than Billy should have let her come. The barrel of his gun almost touched her forehead. He couldn’t see the lower half of her face, the black cloth covered her nose, mouth and jaw. He wondered how she could breathe with it on. Focus.

“Anastasiya.” Kolya’s stutter with a heavy Russian accent drew Billy’s gaze to the man. He looked…frightened. He looked more petrified now than when Billy was questioning him. Interesting. They knew each other. Billy looked at the woman in front of him but her cold eyes were on Kolya. This Anastasiya woman’s interest focused wholly on the man in the chair. Billy was forgotten. “Your master has been searching for you.” The words fell from the Russian’s lips in a whisper but Billy could hear it clearly.

The assassin-looking woman moved in an instant, kicking Kolya in the chest and toppling his chair to the ground. He moaned out another curse as he spit red on the concrete ground. “I’ve come to collect, Nikolai.” Her whisper was just as deadly as her moves. Billy recognized it instantly. She knew battle and war, she wasn’t a stranger to it like he thought she was.

“Now, tell the man what he wants to know so you and I can catch up, hmm?” She crouched down beside him, taking a knife from its holster on her left thigh.

Billy lowered his gun. She was definitely not here to save Kolya. Good. Still, he gripped his army knife hard in his hand, knuckles turning a ghostly shade of white.

Seconds ticked by, yet Kolya didn’t utter a word. The woman tilted her head, some hair escaping the bun on the nape of her neck. She was getting restless and agitated. Billy could tell by the way her breathing became heavy and fast. He heard Kolya’s scream before he saw her blade embedded in the man’s shoulder. His own injury even though healed, started to throb.

Billy should get a chair and start watching the show and the way she worked. Or he should just shoot her in the head and be done with it. This woman saw his face. He was a public person. She could tell anyone— not that it would be believable that Billy fucking Russo was a murderer. Still, he should keep his image up and his name in the public clean. Just a few more minutes then he would end this. End her. She was a good entertainment for the night but he needed to get what he came for.

Kolya’s whimper made Billy snap out of his thoughts. He saw the woman twist the knife into the Russian man’s shoulder. She murmured something to him yet Billy couldn’t understand what they were talking about. Ah. She spoke Russian, of course. Well, that made this easier.

She dug the blade deeper, slicing tendons and muscle in Kolya’s shoulder. Blood poured from the wound, staining the grey and cold concrete floor. The puddle reached her boots, but she didn’t make a move only leaning closer to the man on the floor and whispered in his ear.

“A week from now on at midnight!”

That was fast. Billy didn’t want to know what threat exactly caused the man to break but he was too curious for his good. “What did you threaten him with?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“No, I really do.” Billy took a few light steps towards the pair. Kolya cried out in pain as the woman oh so slowly dragged the blade from his shoulder. Billy didn’t understand a word from their conversation yet he knew she said something gruesome and terrifying to the man. Why was he still here, though? Asking this woman named Anastasiya questions? He got what he wanted. A week from today at midnight. Billy would find out who she was. He already knew a few things about her. A name. The fact that she knew how to speak Russian. He found men with less information before.

Billy crouched down on the other side of Kolya’s head, opposite from the woman. The Russian man was about to pass out from the pain as he slowly uttered the words in English, “Your master will be delighted to know you are in New York again.”

Her master? Billy wouldn’t imagine someone having control over this woman. But her visible eyes betrayed her as she stabbed Kolya in the shoulder again. The brown of her iris glazed over, getting lost in her thoughts. This would be the perfect opportunity to kill her, Billy thought.

She was distracted but he didn’t move just observed her. “Too sad you won’t be able to tell him his favourite pet is in town.” She pulled the knife from his shoulder and rammed it into his forehead.

Billy opened his mouth to say something but he didn’t. The number of questions in his mind was overflowing. Who was she? Why is she here in New York? What master? Why was Kolya specifically important to her? Why? Why, why, why?

The woman let out a breath as she pulled the blade free from Kolya’s forehead. Ruby blood poured from the hole in his head. This was messy. Way too messy for Billy’s taste. But what surprised him more was when she pulled a black cloth bag from one of her pockets and slowly started to slice Kolya’s head from his shoulders.

She was crazy.

Billy stood up from his crouching position before any drop of blood could touch his expensive outfit. He liked the shirt he was wearing today. “Is that necessary?” His lips curled back. A hundred more questions popped into his head. Why was she doing this? Who is she after? Why?

“You got what you wanted. Go.” Her voice was cold. Colder than before as a few trickles of blood touched the pale skin on her forehead. Billy wanted to see her face. Her eyes didn’t give her away like before. He wanted to know what was going through her head.

She got her agenda and he got his. He should go and let her clean up this mess.

Kolya’s head was successfully detached from his body. Her knife was so sharp it cut through the section of his spine that connected his head to the rest of his body. Her hands were covered in black leather gloves as she put the Russian man’s head in the bag. Billy will be dreaming about tonight’s events for a while, he knew.

“I told you I needed his eyes.”

#billy russo #the punisher #alternative universe #billy russo x reader #billy russo x female reader #billy russo x you #marvel #red room #i dont know #what im doing #assasin au #black widow #help #should i continue?#mcu

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