Request: tumblr needs way more Chibs fluff. I mean I love Jax and all that, but the others need some appreciation as well. For the plot maybe something about (Y/n) being a (retired) hit (wo)man, but she kills one last group to protect her family. I don’t know…I’m really not good at this.
Hey, i hope this doesn’t suck. I’m not that great at writing fluff cause i’m usually better at writing things i have experienced one way to another so fluff isn’t really my cup of tea, so if anyone has any advice about writing fluff, i would really apritiate it :) <3<3<3
It was dark and cold, Y/N let out a long breath, causing a small cloud of fog to appear in front of her lips. She looked down at her watch, only to see it was 4 AM. ‘Where the fuck are they?’ She thought to herself before looking through her gun, trying to see if there had been any movement in the house she was watching. Nothing.
From the top of the rooftop she was on she could see a black car driving towards the house, the person she was supposed to kill lived. “Show time.” She whispers to herself as the car parked in front of the house.
This was her last mission. She was glad that it was. She has been a kill woman since she was 20. It’s been 10 years. How many people did she kill in that time? She knew exactly. She knew everyone’s names, she knew what each and everyone looked like. She kept a little notepad, where she wrote down the names of everyone she killed. The notepad was almost full. It became fuller and fuller with every kill, but her heart got heavier and heavier each time.
“It’ll get easier.” Joe, the man who taught her everything she knew, told her after she killed the first number. Number. Not a person. Not a victim. Number. That’s what they called them. They weren’t people to them. They were just another number.
“When?” She asked, doing her best to fight the tears threatening to escape. She didn’t want this life. Hell she just finished uni. She was on a good way to become a doctor. She wanted to save people, to make their lives better, easier. And now, there she was. Making her first kill. Oh how the night changes.
She shook her head, trying to focus on the number in front of her. “I’ve got eyes on the number.” She informed her coworker. Frita, the hacker. It was her job to find the number, to learn everything about them, to bring Y/N right to them.
“What do you see?” Frita'a voice sounded mechanical, almost robot like. She always wanted this. She hated society, and Y/N sometimes thought she hated people all together. Who could blame her. Frita’s family had been killed by the corrupted police for pot possession. Joe, adopted her, he got her through school, told her to become a hacker.
“Male, 6'1”.“ Y/N started as the man closed got out of the car. ’'Female, 5'8. Female,4'1” She had to use up all of her willpower to keep her voice emotionless and professional as she realised this was a family. She was only here to kill the man. But she didn’t know he will be with his wife and his kid.
“There’s been a change in the plan.” Frita said and Y/N let out a sigh, assuming they called off the mission because of the kid.
“Fox!” A deep male voice called her by her code name sent shivers down her spine.
“Yes, sir.” It was Joe. It was bad news.
“No witnesses.” He told her.
“No witnesses.” She was cut off by Joe again.
“Yes sir.” She nodded, even tho they couldn’t see her. This was her last mission. She could do it. This will be it. This is her last time.
“Male.” She said before pulling the trigger. There was almost no sound. The only sound she heard was a female scream as the man’s body fell to the floor, blood coming from the bullet hole in the side of his head.
“Female.” She continued, her voice barely audible as she reloaded the gun and pulled the trigger. The kid fell to the floor not far from her father just before the mother reached for her, trying to shield her with her own body. Too late.
“Female.” She reloaded the gun and pulled the trigger again. She wasn’t thinking as the 40-something year old lady’s body hit the pavement. It was a routine.
“Number three equals zero.” She said, the familiar numb feeling overwhelming her again.
“Good work fox.” Frita said. “You have five, before the cameras go back on.”
“Yeah.” She sighed, getting up and grabbed all of her things, putting them into a black back pack she had with her. It seems like to be like every other kill. But it was different. She has never killed a kid.
Climbing down the ladder and walking over to the three bodies she just shot she thought back to how this started.
She was 20, it was summer break and she has just came home from university. She studied abroad and she had just came home from. Exiting the cab that brought her from the airport she walked up to her house. The doors were opened. Weird.
With her bags in her hands she walked up and entered the house. “Mom? Dad?” She called out,kicking the doors shut behind her.
“Mom?” She tried again looking around.
“Hello, little fox.” A bald man greeted her from the couch.
“Who are you?” She asked, panic in her voice.
“I’m Joe.” He said shortly, looking down at the framed picture of her in a fox costume. She still remembered when it was taken. It was halogen and she was 8 years old. She insisted that she’d be a fox that year.
“Well Joe.” She tried to stay calm as she reached into her bag to grab paper spray that she always carried with her. “What are you doing here? Where is my family?”
“Leave that thing in your bag.” He said, his voice sending shivers down her spine. How did he know? He wasn’t even looking at her. “I’ll take you to your family.” He told her as he stood up. “Follow me.”
She did. She followed him into the kitchen where he had a laptop. “Sit.”
She did. And that’s when her life changed forever. She looked at the screen and she saw her mother and her father in a new house. Nothing out of the ordinary. But why were they recorded.
Before she could ask him that he answered. “Your father got a new job. Which we got him. He doesn’t know that, but he is now living because we allow him to.” He continued to tell her that her father owed them a lot of money and that is she wanted that him and her mother live a normal life she will do whatever they tell her too.
Looking down at the three bodies she watched how blood out of their heads tickled into a poodle. In some twisted way it made her feel better that at least they were together like that. She pulled her earphone out of her ear and throwing it into the river near the house. She was done. Finally.
She sighed and walked away, got on her motorcycle and drove to the place where she always went after her kill.
She parked her bike in front of his house, it was almost 5 AM now. She knew he was asleep but he gave her the key a long time ago, so she unlocked the door and walked in.
After taking a shower she pulled on a fresh pair of underwear and one of his shirts before walking in to his bedroom. And there he was. Sleeping peacefully. He was beautiful. The scars stretching over his cheeks telling his story. He was like her. He was damaged.
She crawled into his bed, doing her best not to wake him. But she failed. All those times he was in prison, he learned to always sleep with one eye open.
“Hey.” He automatically wrapped his arm around her,bringing her body closer to him.
“I’m done, Filip.” She mimicked his actions and wrapped her arms around his taller frame. “I’m finally done.”
He didn’t say anything, he just kissed her forehead. What could he say. They were both criminals. They never talked about their crimes.
Y/n cuddled up to Filip, instinctively, his arms pulling her close. She hid her face in his chest, wanting to forget everything bad she has ever seen or done. And there was a lot. She has done a lot of bad things. Horrible things. These memories, these kills, these numbers, they were scars that she couldn’t leave behind.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He said pulling up her chin so her face aligned with his. Her face was heavy, he wanted to kiss away the pain. He placed a chaste kiss on her lips.
“The last job. I’ve never had to do that.” She paused. “It was awful.” She whispered. ‘’I’m awful.’’ She knew she had no choice but to kill them. It was them or her family, but … ‘’She was just a kid.’’ She finished the thought by saying it out loud.
He didn’t know exactly what she did for a living but he could only imagine how rough it was. She came home to him every night scarred and empty. “It’s over now.” He said before pressing his lips to her head. ‘’I’ll help you.’’ He tells her. ‘’Tell me how to help you.’’
She shook her head. ‘’Hold me, Filip. Just hold me. Please.’’
“I love you and I’m not letting you go. I’ll hold you as long as you need me to.” This made her sob more. She knew it was over, but to take the life of child this was her worst fate yet.
‘’How do you do it?’’ She asks after a couple of minutes of silence.
He looked down at her, not sure what she meant. ‘’How do i do what, lass?’’
‘’Kill people and live with it.’’ She knew what he and the Sons did. She knew he has killed before. But they had a rule. They don’t kill women or children.
‘’You think of the good in your life.’’ He tells her. He didn’t ask her questions. But he knew. He understood.
‘’What do you think of?’’ She asks, looking at the full legit mirror. She liked seeing them like this. In Eachothers arms. Even when they are falling apart.
‘’You.’’ He said shortly making her look up at him. He had the sweetest smile on his face and that’s when she realised it. She loved him more than anything else in this world.
‘’I love you.’’ She said, her face still wet from the tears.
‘’I love you more, princess.’’ He tells her before pulling her up into a kiss and for a moment everything was okay.