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Henry Winter

He was such an alluring man to me. He was a mysterious man who loved writing and reading books, particulary in latin and ancient greek. This detail really mesmerised me, I might even say that I fell in love with him thanks to this trait of his. And why so, you might ask yourself? Well, I'm a writer myself. I write and read in latin and I have a connection to that language. So, when I found out that he had studied latin too and adored it with the same profoundness that I did, I was demolished to the ground.

But, what really tormented me forever was that he was writing a diary in ancient greek with an intriguing motive to it : he loved that language. And, by using the verb "love" I don't allude to a superficial emotion that is easy to get rid of, but, I'm talking about the fondness that one feels for a certain thing that truly is at one's heart. He practically lived within the ancient greek world.

What was even more entertaining was that I didn't know anything about ancient greek. I mean as in the language itself.

Perhaps, that's what really amused me the most. Because, I finally had found a man who was smarter and better at something than me.

Do you, my dear reader, know what a relief it is to finally find that person you had been looking for everyday of your life?

I cried the first time that we met. I was so happy. My heart was beating so fast and I was in ecstasy, or better, euphoria. And, do you want to know how he reacted to that?

He wiped my overflowing eyes and smiled at me. It was as if he knew in what a bliss I was at that moment. No. He knew, for sure, that I had been vigorously waiting for him.

Now, where is he?

Accurate.

Tangerine: *makes you jump*

Y/N: FUCK ME-

Tangerine: well if you insist

The Million (Tangerine x Reader)

Fandom: Bullet Train (2022)

Pairings: Tangerine x Reader

Type: Snippet/Concept

Words: 3.9K

Summary:

Of all the corrupt dickheads who crowded The Million, the last that you’d expected to see was a posh klepto, having thought that you’d seen the extent of Big Man’s contacts. He looked vexed, uncomfortable–attractive, but definitely too young to look as though he’d crawled straight from the eighties, cursing and making obscene gestures on his way out. 

Company like that couldn’t go unchecked. So, you checked. Call it your civic duty.

The Million (Tangerine x Reader) The cold was always the worst part for you when it came to living in the city–besides the rain. With its seedy underbelly and dark corners, you’d operated under the idea that you were going to escape; again leave another life behind as nothing but a fading reflection in a rearview mirror, hardly worth the memory as well as the goodbye. 

At one point, you’d had it all planned out, scribbled sloppily onto several paper napkins that had dismissed the idea into the wash just as quickly as you’d dismissed them yourself, but you promised that as soon as you got the money, no one would know you, no one would depend on you, and no one would be out to get you–you’d abandon your apartment and the club, full of scum-bags and mobsters but nothing that you’d never been able to handle before, and you would leave. 

First problem: Bartending didn’t bring in much cash.

Second problem: It was boring. Really fucking boring.

Every swing of the door brought a frigid cold and reignited the thick smell of sweat and alcohol, different colored strobe lights flashing in your eyes everywhere you looked, zipping through the dark like streaks of lightning to accompany the pounding thunder of a bass and its tempting rhythms. It rumbled through your body for hours afterwards.

You’d gotten really good at reading lips though, not having to lean too close to drunk assholes a good trade to all the other shit that you had to put up with in your book. 

‘The Million’ had housed all of the politicians and big family names of the city that took turns rotating on a schedule of speeches promising change and betterment for exact corners of the city like this one. All you’d noticed were some corners being scraped clean of graffiti, only for a new tag to accompany it by the weekend. It wasn’t the type of cleaning up that you’d imagined, but you hadn’t started out optimistic, either. 

Regardless, it’d become a part of you. Much like everything else.

“Fucking asshole,” the soft curse of an exhale under someone’s breath had you turning your head, one of the younger bartenders perched back against the wall, nursing her hand. You’d almost missed it, had she not been standing right behind you–the catcalls of the patrons and the symphony of pure noise drowned out in favor of the girl; the kid, barely of age and her first job if you remembered correctly. “Prick,” she hissed. 

“What’s going on, honey? What happened?” 

At your question, the girl’s shoulder’s drooped, her eyes veering away, suddenly guilty–you’d seen that look on other new girls throughout the last couple years, and unfortunately that look meant that they wouldn’t be keeping their jobs for very long. The grim satisfaction underneath never devolved into regret either way. The headstrong ones never lasted, albeit because of their patron’s lack of strength with handling it. 

Wealthy men with too much time on their hands were happy to share time with a pretty girl, as long as she was happy to share in return–common courtesy and respect be damned.

Until she finally had enough and bit. You had never been at that point—not yet—but you considered yourself to be more tolerant. 

“Who did you hit?” You pressed. 

The girl flexed her fingers, bending each one with a subtle wince. None looked broken, although you couldn’t say the same for the prick’s face considering the amount of bruising already kissing the ridges of her knuckles. “It doesn’t matter.”

You begged to differ, and was half tempted to make up with whoever you had to if it would help to spare the poor girl her job–you had a few favors that you could cash in on should you ever need to, but you wondered how far that influence extended. The other half was tempted to take care of it yourself. “Why not?”

“That guy already took care of it. He had the bastard kissing the wall in two seconds.”

You blinked. “Guy?”

“That guy,” she tilted her head up, just barely catching your eye from underneath her lashes, as though there was reason to suddenly be bashful about the idea of a white knight wandering the grimy, sweat and beer gummed floor. Whoever it was wouldn’t have been the first to intervene, but they may have been the first to not immediately get knocked back on their ass. “The one over there–” she swung her head toward the back that housed the lounge tables. As vague as the description was in a sea of men of similar descriptions. 

You squinted, but no one stood out among the crowd.

You started to ask that she point him out specifically, but one of the other girls–Izzy, who had been there longer than you had–rounded the bar with a tray of empty glasses. She sported a wicked little grin, humming contentedly at the perception of idle gossip. As soon as the tray was set down, she stretched languidly across the bar before settling with her arms crossed, smirking. “Tall, handsome and a gentleman?” She chuckled. “Yes, please. I haven’t had one of those in a long time.”

“They save those for The Kingsman Lounge upstate,” you intercepted, turning back to the younger girl, suddenly feeling a prick of guilt that you hadn’t remembered her name. “Keep that little crush to yourself, okay? He wouldn’t be the first guy to play the hero with ulterior motives.”

“He could save your job, though. Just FYI. I think they’re friends of Big Man. Him and another Posh guy–they practically rolled out the red carpet when they showed up. I guess they’re here doing a job for him.” Izzy explained. 

“A job?” The younger girl echoed. “What kind of job?”

Izzy fluttered her eyelashes, brows furrowed into something almost sympathetic. “Oh honey, you know not to ask that. Big Man’s business is his. He keeps to his, and we keep to ours. You’ll stay safer that way.”

“He doesn’t seem like the type,” she furrowed her brows.

“He isn’t.” You interjected. “The company he keeps is, and sweetie you can do anything with enough cash.”

“Spoken like a true sophisticate.” Izzy praised, then gave the young girl a droll stare. “Best you avoid him anyway though, doll. Tall, and handsome seems like a sweetie. His friend with the hair-trigger temper? Not so much.” 

As soon as the words escaped her mouth, her very vague description lit to life as though provoked, ignited with a fury that spread through the stench of gluttony and arousal; a building of temptations and a lighter for an addiction that only gave those wanting more and more:

“There are two words to describe this, and do you know what it is?” 

“Easy. Snack cake.”

“No. Nutter Butter. A fucking bloody Nutter Butter. I just…” a huff of frustration, then: “It’s like a compulsion. I see it and I take it. A Nutter Butter though, probably named after some arseholes knob. I don’t understand it.”

“You need help, Mate. Serious.”

They sat the two men down in a roped off area on the balcony, any potential company waved off before being able to get that close. Hair-Trigger Temper had tipped his head back against the wall, savoring every bit of bitter poison of cigarette smoke, curling into his lungs and exhaling through his nose. The cigarette proved company enough compared to any girls that tried their hand at an approach.

“How much do we want to bet that he’s going to be sneaking shot glasses under his coat before the night’s over?” Izzy snorted.

“I’ll raise you twenty.” The other girl mused aloud. 

You didn’t comment, not having the twenty dollars to lose. Of all the corrupt dickheads who crowded The Million, the last that you’d expected to see was a posh klepto, having thought that you’d seen the extent of Big Man’s contacts. He looked vexed, uncomfortable–attractive, but definitely too young to look as though he’d crawled straight from the eighties, cursing and making obscene gestures on his way out. 

Company like that couldn’t go unchecked. So, you checked. Call it your civic duty.

“Where are you going–” Izzy couldn’t finish, the odd determination in your eyes as you were leaving the bar assuring that she would watch your spot until you got back. Along the way, you retrieved a couple shot glasses and some tequila, not preferential, but your trail didn’t offer many options. 

You started off trying to stick to the fringe where there were at least small spaces to infiltrate. You lacked the physical presence to part the crowd, but you knew the layout like a second home, even when you were unable to see over heads and weaving bodies moving to a thunderous rhythm. Your own body reacted to it naturally, a little sway in your hips as you bobbed along. 

Navigating through the club got easier with time, the flush of bodies dragging you closer to the center as you tried not to step on people’s feet or be stepped on in return. Someone pinched your ass at one point, but it had become too familiar a gesture; you hardly bat an eye. 

The crowd pressed in on all sides was hardly an obstacle. Every move was instinctual. 

“Havin’ a good time, boys?”

Hair-Trigger Temper was less than enthused to see you, glancing at his partner, as though you might be something that he needed saved from too. You brandished a smile, undeniably charming but a facade to those who knew how to read it. So far during your time in The Million, no one had. These two were not the proven exception. 

“Not now, Love. I look like I need company?” Hair-Trigger Temper said around another drag of the cigarette, barely sparing a glance out of his peripherals.

“I could,” the partner replied, which earned him a glare, the other man’s eye visibly twitching. “You’re hardly a comfort most days, Mate.” He reasoned.

“And you have a very shootable face, but I don’t fuckin’ shoot it, now do I?”

The partner ignored his remark, waving you into the booth beside himself despite the other’s clear disinterest in welcoming you. “Don’t worry about my brother there. He never has a good time.”

Hair-Trigger Temper hoisted his empty glass in a less-than-enthused salute. “I am having a bloody good fucking time. Or I can at least act like I am.”

“If this–” you gestured between the two, “–is your idea of acting, then clearly the drama teacher at that fancy posh school of yours really failed you.”

The other man didn’t have time to remark, having leaned forward in his seat, before his partner cut in. “You pretty good at assumin’ about people, then?” 

“You get pretty good at it in a place like this,” you answered with a shrug.

His next question came with a sudden enthusiasm. “Do you know Thomas the Tank Engine?”

Clearly this was a topic that was brought up frequently, considering Hair-Trigger Temper’s aggravated exclamation of oh here we fucking go and the other pulling a sticker book from the pockets of his coat. He opened it up, many missing, the outline still visible in the backing paper. A subtle shake of your head answered his question, and he began pointing out the various colored locomotives. 

“Take Tangerine here, right? He’s a Gordon–this blue one–” he pointed. “–and Gordon is the strongest. He doesn’t always listen to others. He’s typically the first choice for pulling special engines, but I can also argue that he’s a Thomas because he’s very cheeky, and can be impatient–”

“What’s that now, Lemon?” Tangerine raised his eyebrows. 

“You–” Lemon hummed, addressing you. “I think you might be a Boco.”

“Boco?”

“He’s a diesel engine. Reasonable. Level-headed. That’s what I’m getting from you.” He peeled one of the stickers from the book and handed it to you. You took it, looking over the weird, and somewhat creepy green engine. You weren’t sure what to make of that. Accurate, you guessed.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you decided without too much contemplation. “I’m–I’m sorry–” You furrowed your brows, waving between the two. “Did you say that your names were Lemon and Tangerine?”

“It’s really sophisticated,” Lemon said.

“It’s hardly important.” Tangerine said at the same time. 

“It sounds like your names should be reversed,” the corners of your lips twitched. “If we’re going by personality archetypes.” 

Lemon grinned, jabbing his thumb at you. “I like her.”

Tangerine rolled his eyes, waving at you dismissively. “That’s great, Lemon. You know what Thomas would say? He’d say we’re on a job and to have the lass bugger off so we can get shit done and fuck off.”

“He wouldn’t say that. Thomas isn’t an asshole–”

“You’re also the most obvious at showing you’re on a job,” that caught Tangerine and Lemon’s attention both, albeit Tangerine was leaning toward you, Lemon announcing that he had to use the loo before he was sliding out of the booth. You paid him no mind, your eyes focused solely on Tangerine. If looks could kill, you’d be dead a million times over, but that hardly deterred you. “I’ve worked here for a long time, and I can tell when a man in here isn’t supposed to be.”

He scoffed, straightening the flaps of his jacket as he shifted in the booth. You propped your chin on your hand, your elbow perched on the table. “You going to sell me out to the cops?”

“I could probably find a few if I look behind me.” You tilted your head. “They’re not as obvious as you are, but still not impossible to pick out.”

“You offering me advice?”

“I don’t know what advice I could give you.” You shrugged. “Aren’t you supposed to be the expert?”

He narrowed his eyes, but something about the exchange had piqued his interest. “You got a name, Love?”

You scoffed at the mediocrity of the question. Names were hardly important in The Million compared to the faces, and down here, you didn’t think that a single girl went by their actual name. It was like having a completely different life between two doors, and each part was as much a stranger as the other. “You don’t care about that, Sweetie. Trust me.”

“Try me.”

“I’ll tell you what,” you slid the bottle of tequila that you’d brought between you. “If you want to know so badly,” You tapped against the glass with your nail. “Let’s play a game.”

“You’re serious–”

“Assume something about me. If you’re right, I'll take a drink. If you’re not, then you take a drink.” Simple. “It usually ends when one or the other is too plastered to keep going.” 

Tangerine worked a tick in his jaw, and you thought that you saw his eye twitch. “You allowed to do that on the job?”

“My job is to entertain. There’s not exactly a list of parameters.” 

At first, it looked as if he’d refuse, glancing from you, to the bottle, then back at you. Another flickering glance toward the bathroom, but something told you that Lemon wasn’t there. You raised your eyebrow, waving your shot glass. 

He sighed, but ultimately, he humored you. “You work at The Million.”

“Ah-ah. Ladies first.” You interjected, folding your arms on the table, holding his glare with an assuming stare of your own. You hummed thoughtfully, but went with the easiest first. “Your real name isn’t Tangerine.”

Tangerine scoffed. “That’s bloody fuckin’ obvious, innit?” Sharp eyes darted down as you pushed the shot glass toward him, and he rolled his eyes before knocking it back, cigarette still clasped in his other hand, beginning to burn down to the filter. The fingers clasping the cigarette rubbed at a spot between his eyebrows. “You’re from around here.”

“Now who’s being obvious,” you said but took a drink. You were a good sport after all and could handle the heat being thrown back at you. Men were cocky for a myriad of reasons, but the most common ones that walked through the door were insecure, wanted to be noticed, or were all talk, no action. You hadn’t yet deciphered what exactly Tangerine was, but something told you that he was in a different category all on his own. “Upstate wasn’t fun. I was born and raised here and homesickness brought me back. What do you want me to say?”

Tangerine hummed as if what he was looking for wasn’t answered. You wouldn’t make it easy for him, not that it mattered. It was your turn.

“Lemon isn’t really your brother.”

“Adopted.”

Damn. You took a drink. 

Tangerine cleared his throat, the mix of tequila and tobacco a sour combination in a confined space that reeked of sweat and heat. “You’re expecting a tip for this.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Men at that club don’t just tip because they appreciate the girls, sweetheart. They tip where they can show off. We learn not to expect anything, and a fifty–”

“Bit of a cheapskate–.”

“—is already a lot more than the girls usually get from one guy on a good day.”

“So what’s this–” he waved across the table between the two of you. “Little game gonna cost me?” 

“That depends on the guy and my mood most days,” you leaned back in the booth, the shot glass clasped precariously in your thumb and index finger, teetering back and forth. “In your case…” You clicked your tongue. “Two-hundred.”

He gaped. “That’s bloody outrageous!”

“It’s the economy, baby.” You smirked with a hint of teasing. “I gotta be upfront with you, if you can’t pay you’re gonna have to find yourself another girl. Unless this is some elaborate ruse just to get a girl to do an honest night’s work. You trying to rehabilitate me?” 

“Right…” Another roll of his eyes. “I have a little more dignity than the pricks down here who have to pay for someone’s time.”

“So you have women jumping to do it for free pretty often?”

“You’re just taking the piss now aren’t you?” He said, but moved on at your shrug, the game hardly holding his interest, but it kept him talking if nothing else. He sighed. “You've always been in this line of work.”

“Super wrong. You’d better take two shots for that.”

“What?” He began to argue, but you slapped your shot glass onto the table beside his, waving it over. 

“Absolutely not. Drink.” You leaned back, refusing to take the shot glass back until he did in fact obey the order. “I’ve worked a little bit everywhere, and it did not include working in places like this.”

His brows furrowed. “You act like it wasn’t your first choice.”

“It was the easiest choice.” You clarified. “The girls in here don’t work here because they want to unless they’re really crazy. They’re usually–”

“Hiding.” He guessed.

You nodded. “I’m hardly any different from them if you hadn’t noticed, but nothing I feel obligated to share with you and that’ll cost you an extra hundred. Easy.” You waved it off dismissively. 

“I’m starting to see a pattern with you,” he confided, bobbing his head. He snuffed out the cigarette in the ashtray, which you figured was as close to his full attention as you would get. “You hold personal information over these ripe prick’s heads so that they’ll pay you whatever you want to get it, right? Must have some good fucking secrets.”

“I told you that it depends on the customer. Maybe it’s just you.” Another shrug, crossing your legs underneath the table. The brunt of your shoulders pressed against the booth’s seat. “Maybe I make it that way so people don’t ask.” 

“I asked your name. How are you going to tell me if this game is about assuming shit?” 

“Maybe it’s just you.” You repeated. “You’re doing a job for Big Man.” 

He took a drink, and you only bobbed your head in confirmation. “Lookin’ for a specific bloke for him. Someone is apparently snitching on his side business.” 

“He could’ve asked any of his girls to do that. Would’ve been a lot cheaper, I’m sure.” 

“He was looking for a professional to handle it.”

“You?” You scoffed, raising your eyebrows incredulously. “No one sees and hears more in here than we do Sweetheart, trust me. We just don’t get paid enough to say anything about it.” You turned your head, then jerked it toward a particular booth seat where a group of men were playing cards, women housed in each lap laughing in a way that you knew was fake at something that you were equally sure wasn’t funny. “Gray suit is a land developer, he and his wife live out of state but they’re renting in town and he is here to swindle a few million out of a local charity bank under the idea that he’s donating land to build extra housing.” 

You cocked your head to the next. “Mobster, but like all the others, afraid of the Black Death. Hardly anything more than the street corner he hangs out on.” Then the next. “Deputy Sheriff. Let’s a few deals slide for about forty percent of the profits unless he’s raised it since last week.” And then: “I’m pretty sure that guy is running for cabinet. Anything that you don’t hear or see in here, you can find out from a quick Google search or on someone’s Facebook page.” 

Tangerine almost looked impressed, but you hardly needed that affirmation from him. 

“And that’s on a Thursday. You come out on a Saturday and you might catch a glimpse of the Mayor.” 

“If he’s snitching on his side business, he’d be a right idiot to come in here wouldn’t he?”

“It’s the best place to find out about Big Man’s business if you are interested. It’s why he invited you and your brother here, I’ll bet.” You gathered the shot glasses in your hand, then the bottle. “But that’s hardly any of my business.”

“Where you goin’ now?”

“It looks like my time is up and I’m out two hundred.” You sighed, although you didn't find yourself completely disappointed. “Unless you’re saying that you actually enjoy my company?”

Tangerine scoffed, digging around in the pockets of his suit pants until he brandished a few crumpled bills–hundreds–onto the table in between you. 

You raised an eyebrow. “You paying for more of my time?”

“Paying for the time that I did take.” He corrected. “I’m not always a right arsehole.” 

You picked up the crumpled bills gingerly between your fingers, counted them out. There were three one hundred dollar bills there, an incentive, you figured. “You want to know what I’m hiding from?” You guessed.

“I want to know your name,” he corrected. He was rising as well, and you noticeably barely came up to his chest. There was a certain proximity between you, but the little distance never became so apparent until you actually stood up. You looked up at him, suddenly wading through a different kind of beast, shifting its shape and swallowing you up. 

You scoffed some kind of incredulous laugh. Three hundred dollars for an introduction seemed like a scam that even you felt bad about taking advantage of, even with all the dickheads that crowded The Million.

You didn’t see this guy as a dickhead. Not entirely. Not yet. 

But you knew how to hold up your end of a deal.

You shoved the bills into your pocket.

Then you introduced yourself.

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tw: nsfw, pinv, subtle dom!tangerine & sub!reader, cussing, mention of violence, song!fic, yelling, lowkey fluff

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Part 1 of Strangers in the Night

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Walking swiftly to the platform, you stare at your ticket to make sure you had everything on there, so that there were no complications later on. You bumped into a wall and was about to fall backwards but an arm caught you by the waist.

"I am so sorry" You laughed nervously and looked up at the 'wall' you had bumped into, only for the rest of your words to get stuck in your throat.

"That's alright, y'travelling?" A man in a blue suit and a mustache asked as he smiled down at you. Not trusting yourself, you just smiled and gave him a small nod, you tried to bend down to grab the handle of your bag, but he beat you to it. He stood back up and handed it to you, while taking a quick glance at your ticket.

"Kyoto?" He asked and handed you your bag. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Thank you, and yes- to both Kyoto and travelling... just to clear out any confusion...?" You sighed and then just kept talking and just shut yourself up. He let a little chuckle.

"Well I'll see you on the train then...?" He said smiling and waiting for you to tell him your name. 

"Y/n" You smiled at him softly. He gave you a small smile back. 

"Y/n" He said and bowed slightly before walking away to join another man who was glaring at him. You watched him walk to another man who had a briefcase in his hand, he was scolding the man you were just talking to, nodding at the briefcase in his hand. The man with the mustache rolled his eyes and pulled out a lighter and a cigarette. 

"Now boarding the bullet train for Kyoto"

A woman said in speakers, after saying the same thing in Japanese. You held onto your bag tighter and slowly boarded the train with all the other people. Looking like little ants trying to get back into the pile of dirt they call home. 

You searched for your compartment and stopped in front of it. People trying push past you behind you, you tried to be considerate and squish yourself closer to the compartment. 

You went on your toes to try and push your bag into the luggage rack on top of your seat. But you couldn't get it in there, the limited amount of space you had didn't help.

"Allow me" A familliar voice said and helped you push your bag fully into the compartment. You let out a little scoff-laugh and turned around. 

"Thank you, stranger" You smiled up at him, feeling more relaxed than the last interaction with him. 

"You're welcome, Y/n" He replied back to you, smirking when he said your name. 

"Weird how you know my name, but I don't know yours, makes you seem like a... stalker" You smiled and whispered the stalker. 

"Tangerine" He said, his smile still on his face. 

'Tangerine? Like the fruit?' 'Yes, like the fruit'

He played out the scenario in his head but what you said was nothing like it.

"Thought it'd be something unique, like Ben, guess not, very original" You joked. He let out a light scoff with a smile and shook his head. There was a rather loud cough coming from another booth that was just on the opposite side and one booth down to yours. It was the same person from before, he was looking at Tangerine with a 'You've got to be kidding me' look. 

"Well I've got to go love, something tells me, I'll see you around" He said, softly grabbing your hand and giving it a slight kiss, maintaining his eyes on yours. He gently let go and walked away to sit in the same booth as the man who was just giving him a look. 

He had initially sat with his back towards you but got up and told the other man to switch seat with him so he got a better view at you. 

"Mate what the fuck are you doing?" The man said looking at Tangerine like he was crazy, while he was watching you sit down in your booth and put in your headphones and stare out the window. 

"Will you fucking relax Lem? Nothing's gunna happen" Tangerine said half-heartedly, still looking at you. 

"Don't pull the fucking 'will you relax lemon, you're worrying about nothing', you're driving me mad, we are professionals, I just want to get this overwith and here you are fucking around. God, you're such a fucking Gordon" The other man hissed at him. Tangerine finally snapped his head back to the man, who goes by the name Lemon apparently.

"I am not a Gordon" He said, offended. 

"Mhm, well you're acting like a real Gordon right now" The man shrugged, and then a banter started. 

'Tangerine and Lemon? Citrus themed.' You thought. You hadn't turned your music on yet so you could hear everything they were talking about. 

'And was that a reference to Thomas the Tank Engine?' So many thoughts ran through your head about the mysterious duo, but the sound of your phone notifications stopped the train of thoughts. You turned your phone over and skimmed through the messages and sighed. Your family was unbelievable. 

That was the whole point of this trip. You felt stuck in your apartment back at home and your family always pestering you about everything and things with your ex, you just needed an out. So you took the next flight out and into Japan. 

Something about Japan was calling your name, you thought maybe the good matcha. 

-

You woke up to a thud. It sounded like someone hit - well more like threw- themselves against the wall. You sighed and rubbed your eyes and looked out the window, the view was beautiful. You got up with your wallet and head out to another segment of the train, hoping to find some snacks. 

You found a little section with a person behind a counter with snacks. You walked up to him smiling and picked out a small snack and got your wallet out, but someone taking their card out and handing it to the man. 

"I'll pay for hers as well" Tangerine told the man and handed him his black card. 

"Oh you didn't have to" You shook your head and looked at him with your brows furrowed. 

"Oh but I wanted to sweetheart" He smiled at you and the man behind the counter returned his card. He handed you your snack and you shook your head with a smile, taking it from him.

"Thank you, Tangerine" You copied what he did earlier and said his name with a smirk. He looked at you, a small smile on his face.

"Allow me to walk you back" He said and offered you his elbow, you were skeptical. Here you were, trying to get away from the drama but were going to wrap your arm around a complete stranger, well rather beautiful, well groomed, tall, handsome, stranger's elbow. 

But it was nothing, probably. Just him walking you back to your booth. Nothing more could happen.

"Alright, but just this one time" You joked and wrapped your arm around his elbow. He started guiding you back to your booth. He seemed like he was on the look out. His eyes darting to any place someone could pop up. 

"So what brings you to Japan?" He asked, trying to make small conversation. 

"How do you know I don't live here?" You asked raising an eyebrow. 

"You wouldn't be this stressed, also you told me when you bumped into me" He answered simply, looking down at you (since he was taller) and gave you a cheeky smile.

"Hmm. Just to get away from family drama, needed a change" You shrugged and looked up at him. He gave you a small nod.

"And you?" 

It looked like the words were stuck in him. He didn't know how to say it. He took a slight pause before answering.

"On business, with my brother" He said simply, nodding with his answer. 

"What business?" You pushed, wanting to know more about him. He was this mysterious, hot, tall, handsome man who showed interest in you, of course you were going to push about it. 

It was only going to be a little holiday fling. 

"Well it's co- Oh shit" He started but stopped himself and cussed before grabbing your shoulders and shoving you into the restroom and got in with you, shutting the door behind him, he tried locking it but it was broken. 

"Fuck" He sighed and looked around the rather tiny bathroom to see if there was anything to keep the door locked.

"I swear I saw him here" A voice came from outside as footsteps came towards the bathroom.

"What's going on? It's kind of forward of you, pushing me into a bathroom" You chuckled nervously, slightly scared. 

"I'm sorry, there's just someone I'm trying to avoid" He explained, not a very detailed one but enough for you to get the gist. You nodded, your fear fading away slightly.

"Fuck" He sighed and rubbed his forehead when he realised there was nothing that could keep the door locked. You stared at him for a second and sat on the counter, next to the sink. 

You unbuttoned the first two buttons of your shirt, revealing your cleavage, he looked at you, eyes going to your cleavage, lingering there for a split second, then back to your eyes and gave you a confused look. The footsteps came closer. 

"What ar-" He started but you cut him off.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" You asked genuinely looking into his eyes. He shook his head, and that was the only confirmation you needed. 

You grabbed the back of his neck and smashed your lips onto his, kissing him. He was shocked for a bit but slowly melted into the kiss and held your cheek as he kissed you back. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your chest. He gave your right breast a light squeeze and you moaned into his mouth. You wrapped your legs around his hips and he leaned more into you. You turned slightly to that his back was facing the door. The door slid open.

"Oh shit fuck, I am so sorry" The man with glasses cussed and quickly shut the door. Tangerine pulled away breathless. He looked at you, the both of you were panting. 

"Now that was forward" Tangerine laughed slightly. You laughed.

"Well you did say you wanted to avoid him" You shrugged. He poked his tongue against his cheek, and you didn't think that this man could get any hotter. Your lips were mere millimetres away from each other, fanning each other with your breaths. 

"Very quick thinking" He whispered, glancing back at your lips, your exposed cleavage, back to your lips and then to your eyes.

"Well um, you were the one who um pulled us into this very tiny excuse of a-" You started rambling but he cut you off by kissing you. He pulled away before you could kiss back to see your reaction. Your eyes looked up at him, fluttering slightly.

Without thinking, you grabbed him by his tie and pulled him back into the kiss. Your hands went back to the back fo his neck, playing with the little baby curls. You arched your back so he could get closer to you. 

"Mmm wait" Tangerine panted and pulled away. You whined, he held onto your cheek and looked deeply into your eyes.

"Are you sure?" He asked genuinely. There was a look in his eyes, a look you can't quite name. Lust and something else. You nodded quickly.

"I need words, beautiful" He whispered leaning down slightly, hovering over your neck. You throw your head back slightly for him to have more space.

"Yes I want to. Please" You whispered and let out a breath. You felt him smirk against the skin on your neck. You let out a slight whimper when you felt his warm mouth on your neck, marking you. Your right hand went up to his hair to play with it and your left went down to his chest to loosen his tie. 

He pulls away from you and quickly removes his blazer and recklessly throws it on the floor. He went back to kissing your neck. You moaned as he sucked a certain area on your neck. You tried to unbutton his shirt as quickly as possible, not wanting to wait any longer. 

You felt his fingers work diligently on your shirt, unbuttoning your shirt quickly. You slid it off and sat up right, he moved away from your neck and looked at the marks he made. 

"You look so beautiful" He whispered as he pulled away further to see your face and neck together. Knowing that he was the one to mark you, and the fact that you let him, that you were so willing to give yourself to him, turned him on. 

You felt a heat fill your body, from your stomach spreading to your cheeks. Your cheeks turning red. You were going to say something but before you could he cupped your cheek and kissed you. 

A genuine kiss. Not like the 'fake' kiss to get rid of the man. Not the kiss filled with lust. A kiss that was sweet, and soft. He pulled away slightly and rested his forehead on yours. You leaned into his neck and sucked on the skin there while he worked on taking your bra off. You pulled away from his neck as you felt your bra loosen.

"Look at that" You smiled cheekily at him and grazed at the red hickey on his neck with your finger softly. He looked at his neck in the mirror behind you. 

"I'm gonna get an earful" He sighed and let out a little chuckle as his gaze went back to you as you dropped your bra to the floor. He didn't know how but the sight of you half naked got him even harder than before. 

"Fuck" He whispered, kissing you and kissing down your neck to your tits. You let out little moans as he sucked on your nipple and massaged the other. Your hand went down to his belt and tried to unbuckle it. He lifted his head and panted as he removed his pants, pooling at his feet. He only had boxers on, and you had your leather skirt on and panties on. He lifted your skirt, bunching it at your waist, and pulled your panties to the side.

"So beautiful" He mumbled, you winced and arched your back as you felt his fingers go up and down your slit. You moaned as he slowly slid a finger into you.

"So fucking beautiful" He mumbled against your neck and traced his tongue over the already purple hickey. You arched your back, sucked in a breath and your hand went down to his wrist and grabbed it.

"Please" You pleaded. He lifted his head and kissed you. He pulled his finger out of you and pulled his boxers down just enough for his dick to spring out. He was big, probably the biggest you'll ever have. He dragged his tip along yourself, teasing you and himself. You moaned as he pushed his tip into you. He groaned and rest his forehead on top of yours. You let out a whimper.

"Fuck" He hissed as he bottomed out. He groaned as he relaxed his muscles slightly. His forehead still on top of yours, noses nudging against each other. His breath fanning your face and yours fanning his. 

"Move, Tan" You wimpered, his eyes opened to look at you as you called him 'Tan' instead of 'Tangerine'. He let out a slight moan as the sight of you, eyes squeezed shut, nose crinkled slightly, lips pursed. You looked... adorable. 

Which isn't something he was use to seeing, and not exactly a word he would use to describe someone in this situation. He pulled out slightly and pushed himself back in. 

"Fuck, you feel amazing" He panted as he rested his forehead back onto yours. You moaned and your mouth fell into an 'o' shape as he repeated his movements in a rhythmic pattern, slowly. You hummed and tilted your head up a bit so that his lips captured yours. 

The kiss was slow, passionate. Everything about the moment felt different. Not that you had that many one night stands, actually the only person you've done it with was your ex, and that was a year ago, but it was different than what it was with him.

"Mhmm move faster" You whispered onto his lips. His lips were millimetres away from yours, almost as if he's teasing you by not capturing your lips on his. He groaned at your request and started speeding up. 

One hand leaning on the mirror behind you to balance himself, his other hand went up from gripping the edge of the counter to the cupping your face. You opened your eyes to stare into his blue eyes. They were clouded with lust and something soft.

"Fuck" You hissed and threw your head back as he hit a certain spot in you that made you see spots. You panted and dug your nails into his back. Your moans, his grunts, the sound of your skin slapping together and the wetness from your slick filled the pathetic excuse of a bathroom, and probably the small hallway outside the bathroom. 

He started going faster, which you thought would not be possible, but he proved you wrong. You clenched around him as he tried to shove himself back into you a few more times. He was close and he needed to make sure you came first. He moved his hand that was on your cheek down your body, to your clit, and rubbed in circles. 

You let out a rather loud squeak and arched your back, basically shoving your breasts into his face. He dropped his head, his forehead on yours sternum, letting his hot breath fan over the hickeys he left on your chest, adding to your pleasure.

"You're so fucking beautiful" He mumbled under his breath. You payed no mind to what he said, it was probably an in-the-moment type of thing. 

"I'm gonna f-fuck- I'm g'na cum" You moaned as he put more pleasure on your clit. 

"Yeah?" He panted and lifted his head from your shoulder to look at you. 

"Mhmm" You hum, not trusting yourself to say anything. He smashed his lips onto yours, you kissed him back with the same force.

"Cum with me" He mumbled into the kiss and bit your bottom lip. You moaned into his mouth and he greedily ate up every single sound coming out of you. You clenched around him and came. He followed after two more sloppy thrusts. He groaned into your mouth as he came. 

He pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva attatching from both of yours lips. He shuddered slightly as he pushed into you a little bit more, just to feel you more before you parted ways, probably never seeing each other again. You whimpered as he went deeper, feeling overstimulated. You tried to close your shaky legs, but he softly spread them open again.

"Shh I know love" He whispered lovingly and kissed you softly. He pulled out and his cum spilled out of you. You looked down and laughed to yourself and rubbed your face in your hands. 

"What's so funny?" He smiled and looked at you as he pulled his pants back up and grabbed his belt to put it through the loops. 

"I haven't done that in a long time, and the first time I do it again, it's with a complete stranger in a bathroom, on a bullet train, in Japan" You laughed at yourself, almost in pity. He didn't buckle his belt yet and grabbed for a few tissue papers and cleaned you up as you explained what was funny. He threw the tissues into the toilet and flushed it down. 

"Well hopefully it was up to your standards" He joked, he knew it was. He bent down to pick your bra and his shirt up. He helped you put your arms through the straps of your bra and hooked it up for you, watching his fingers behind your back, through the mirror. Helping each other dress up and clean up like you've done it a milion times before.

"I should be asking you that" You laughed slightly and helped him buckle his belt as he put his arms into his undershirt, buttoning it down from the top button, leaving the first two open. Once your done buckling his belt for him you started buttoning his shirt for him, from the last button, making your way up. You reached the same button he was on, your hands colliding. 

You looked up at him to see him already looking at you. With the same look in his eyes — not lust. You licked your lips and was going to say something but he beat you to it, by kissing you. You kissed him back, softly. #

His hand on your cheek, cupping your face ever so softly, as if, if he were to hold you any tighter, you would break. You pulled away and rested your forehead on his. 

"You didn't answer" You whispered and looked into his eyes, his eyes were soft. He let out a little scoff like chuckle.

"The best I've had" He said honestly. 

He's only saying that to make me feel better. But a win is a win. 

You mentally shrugged. You gave him a soft smile and pecked his lips one more time and pulled away before he could kiss back. 

"I think it's rather unfair that you're fully dressed and I've yet to put a shirt on" You joked and hopped off the counter, only for your knees to buck when your feet hit the floor. 

"Woah careful darlin'" He chuckled as he caught you by the waist. Much like before, except this time you were half naked. He picked your shirt up for you and helped you put it on and buttoned it up for you. You fixed yourself up in the mirror and helped tigthen Tangerine's tie and then opened the bathroom door. 

It was like a wave of fresh, cool, non-sex air hit your face. He helped you get back to your seat and helped you sit down. Once you sat down, you cuddled into the little travel pillow you had. You just wanted to take a fat nap now. He smiled as he watched you cuddle into your pillow. A feeling of dread filled him and he felt sick. 

"Hey listen to me" He started as he pulled your chin up to look at him. You looked up at him with big eyes. Your eyes alone wanted to make him drop everything in his life - except lemon- and take you out, spoil you, cuddle you into his bed and never leave your side. But he held back his feelings, he had to be professional. He bent down slightly.

"Listen to me, lovely, I need you to get off on the next stop" He said and cupped your face. You scrunched your brows and turned your head to look at the little screen with the location on it. You turned back to him, confused.

"But that's not my stop" You explained shaking you head slightly.

"No, listen to me, I need you to get off on the next stop. Y'understand darling?" He said deeply looking into your eyes — he meant it. You weren't really listening; the aftermath of the sex was hitting you like a train. All you could focus on was his face and the pet names he was calling you, as if he's been calling you these forever. 

"Uuhm sure" You whispered with your brows scrunched and nodded, more to yourself than to him. He nodded, feeling that nauseatic feeling in his chest go away slightly. Some part of him wanted to get off the train with you. But he knew he can't. He stared at you, taking in your features. 

Your eyes, your puffy lips, your nose. Every single detail. He leaned in and kissed you softly, holding your face with both hands. Your hands went up to hold onto his hands. His hands were cold compared to yours. He pulled away and rested his forehead on yours, which was a very frequently occuring thing, apparently. He sighed softly and nodded to himself. 

He pulled away from you, gave you one last smile before walking away to find Lemon. 

-

Lemon woke up from his nap and rubbed his eyes and looked around to see a dead body beside him. 

"Holy fuck" He shook his head and stood up to go find his partner, Tangerine. He walked past a booth and heard anxious pants and small sobs coming from under a table. He stopped in his tracks and looked around, there was barely anyone left on this train. He bent down and saw you under the table with your knees to your chest, your eyes shut closed. 

"Hey hey, are you okay?" He asked, concerned and put a hand on your shoulder. You shook your head. Lemon sucked in a breath and looked around.

"What's happened?" He asked softly. You let out a small sigh and opened your eyes slowly to see it was the man Tangerine was with. 

"T-there was this man, I was about to get off the train and- and this man came up to me and put a gun on my back and then he was shot and then everything just went blank, and this table was here so I got under it and just..." You tried explaining but you started hyperventalating. 

"Hey it's okay, you're safe now. I'm not going to hurt you" He said softly as he felt you stiffen up when he put a hand on your shoulder. You tucked your knees closer to your chest and leaned against the wall even more.

"Fuck, just um, just wait here, I'll be back" Lemon nodded, more to himself and got up and walked faster to try and find his partner.

"Fucking Tangerine" He sighed to himself and used the back of his hand to rub off the sweat on his forehead.

-

Tangerine was leaned against the door, sweat and blood all over his body. His hair that was perfectly gelled back was now all over the place. He looked defeated. He had found Lemon dead in the bathroom floor. 

He felt like his life had lost its meaning. All he ever cared about was Lemon. He grew up with him, he was there for him through everything. He felt tears escape his eyes and fall down his cheek onto his now dirty dress pants. 

"What are you doin'?" A judgmental voice asked and Tangerine's eyes snapped up as he saw his partner. He quickly stood up.

"You're alive?" He said and grabbed Lemon's upper arm, as if he was checking if Lemon was actually alive and it wasn't just his imagination. 

"Yea, I was takin' a little nap" Lemon shrugged. 

"Thank fuck" Tangerine sighed and brought his partner into a hug. Lemon stood there awkwardly. 

"Can't even take a fucking nap without worrying you" Lemon rolled his eyes, even though it warmed his heart to know that Tangerine cared about him, knowing damn well that he would be in the same state if he thought Tangerine was dead. Tangerine let go of Lemon and they stood there awkwardly. Both of them knowing they would never talk about this interaction ever again.

"Your bird's still on the train, she's having a panic attack" Lemon said nodding towards the door on the other side of the train. 

"What? I told her to get off" Tangerine said and started walking to the other compartment of the train to find you, Lemon following behind.

"She said she was gunna but I think one of the white death's men got to her" Lemon explained. Tangerine reached the compartment of the train you were in.

"Where?" He asked and looked at Lemon and he nodded towards the table. Tangerine walked up to the table and bent down to see you. Lemon walked away to see if there was still anyone on the train. 

"Hey" He said softly, his eyes softening once he saw you. You opened your eyes when you heard his voice. His heart ached to see you in this state. You backed away from him, more into the wall behind you as if it were possible. You took in his appearance and saw blood on his and he looked like he was in a fight, multiple fights. 

"Darling I'm not going to hurt you, no one's going to, you're with me" He said softly and put a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

"C'mere please" He said and opened his arms for you to come into. You slowly released your knees from yourself and crawled to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, and put your face into the crook of his neck. He was sweaty but you didn't care. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist and held onto the back of your head. You wrapped your legs around his waist, koala bear hugging him. He slowly got out from under the table, making sure you didn't hit your head and stood up, with you still hanging onto him. His hands move from your waist to under your bum to hold you properly. He sat down in a booth and rubbed your back. 

"You're okay now" He whispered into your ear and kissed your temple. Your breathing slowed down and became regular pattern. He ran his hand through your hair. He heard soft snores come from you, and he smiled to himself. You fit into his arms so perfectly, like it was meant to be. He started wondering where Lemon was, and as if on queue Lemon walked in with the same man that walked in on you and Tangerine making out. They had met and fought on the train before. 

"Guess who I found trying to drive this thing" Lemon said smiling and nodded towards the man. 

"Wait so who's driving it now?" Tangerine asked, scrunching his eyebrows. 

"Turns out this thing has an autopilot, figured that out the hard way" The man with the glasses shrugged, he had an American accent. 

"How's she doing?" Lemon asked as he took a seat opposite Tangerine and the man, the American man sat next to Lemon.

"Took her some time, but s'alright now" He said, nodding and looking down at your sleeping body on his. 

"You just had to fuck around" Lemon said glaring at Tangerine. He rolled his eyes. 

"If you got to know her, you'd like her" Tangerine glared at him. 

"Did you get to know her?" Lemon reiterated. Tangerine opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out and he just glared at Lemon. 

"How long till we reach Kyoto?" Tangerine turned to the man and asked. 

"An hour" The American man said and leaned his head against the wall. 

-

Tangerine called a taxi, as you stood beside him. Lemon was talking to the man about how the situation in the bullet train went down. He flagged down a taxi and put your luggage in the boot of the car for you. He opened the door for you and turned to you, one last time. 

"So this is it" You sighed and rubbed your upper arms. Tangerine gave you a sad smile and took his coat off and put it on your shoulders so you wouldn't be cold

"Sadly" He said, pursing his lips, his hands lingering on your shoulders but soon fell to his sides.

"Well see you around then" You looked up at him and smiled. He gave you a small smile back. He leaned in, placing his hand slightly on your cheek and gave you a small kiss on the lips. You kissed him back, not wanting to stop. He pulled away and let out a sigh. He helped you get in and shut the door for you. 

He watched as your taxi drove away into the night, an ache in his heart, and a pit in his stomach. 

Something he's never felt. For some reason, he had a feeling he would run into you again, but for now he had to focus on making it into his apartment.

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At the late hour of two, the only sounds were the jingle of keys and rain pounding against the concrete. You'd be thinking, why is someone coming home at 2 in the morning?

But that was the norm for Tangerine. He had just come back from a 2 day trip, and instead of going back this own house, he ended up at your doorstep. You peeped your head through the door of your bedroom and watched the front door twist open.

Once the door opened and Tangerine walked in, his hair all over the place and damp, his suit untidy and bloodied with wet patches on his shoulder and back, his face exhausted, he dropped his bag onto the floor and shut the door softly. 

Your shoulders relaxed at the sight of him, knowing you were safe and not about to be killed. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and walked out the room in your pyjamas. Which consisted of a silk lacy tank top and pants that were of the same material. 

Tangerine walked up to the cabinet, grabbed a glass and filled it up with cold water from the fridge. He downed the water and set the glass on the counter. He leaned against the counter, exhausted, not noticing you yet. 

"Tan?" You whispered as you watched his movements. He jumped slightly and his head snapped to you. 

"Oh did I wake you doll? 'm so sorry" Tangerine apologised as he looked at his girlfriend. You shook your head and walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

"Darlin' I'm covered in sweat and blood" He sighed as he resisted his urges to engulf you in a hug and never let go. 

"Don't care, missed you" You said simply and hugged him tighter. His urges were too strong for his superego, he wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tight. 

"Missed you more" He mumbled against your hair as he kissed the top of your head. You pulled away from the hug and he looked at you, his hands on your arms, the skin so soft compared to his. 

"You must be tired?" You asked more than said as you held his hands, playing with his rings. He let out a sigh. 

"You have no idea" He mumbled as he watched your gaze go from his face to his hand when you felt something mushy. You looked at his hands and your eyes widened. You fingers had just gone over a huge cut on his hand, a cut where blood was still spurring out. 

"Oh God" You whispered as you looked at both of his hands. Both bruised up, purple, blue and red with blood either dried or wet. He looked at at his hands with you, he hadn't even noticed. 

"Come here" You said, letting one hand go softly and guiding him to the elevated seats on the kitchen counter. You patted the seat, telling him to sit down. He did as told. You put both his hands on the counter to analyse. 

"'s nothin', I barely felt it" Tangerine shrugged trying to calm you, the look of worry on your face worried him, but it also made him feel some type of way. Felt like he was cared for, felt like he was needed. Gave him a sense of belonging. 

"Shh" You said sharply and went over the cuts with your finger, as if your touch would take them away. You winced slightly as you went over a splinter. 

"How the fuck?" You whispered softly and looked up at him, he was looking at you, he shrugged. 

"Don't know, sometimes just happens" He said. You squint your eyes at him slightly and got off you chair. 

"Wait here, I'll be back" You said and disappeared into the guest restroom that was connected to the living room. Tangerine watched you leave. Usually he'd just wash the wounds with water and call it a day, but seeing the look on your face when you saw his wounds made him upset. Made him regret being so careless on the mission. 

He wanted to go back and tell himself to be more careful. Just to make sure he never had to see the look on your face. You came out of the restroom with a first aid kit and sat next to him. You opened the kit on the counter and took out tweezers, cotton buds, alcohol, and a cream. 

"Is g'na hurt a bit yea?" You said and grabbed his hand softly. Cleaning the tweezers before putting it against his skin to take the piece of wood or metal —whatever it was, you couldn't quite guess what it was— out. 

He winced slightly as the sharp part poked his other wound. 

"Sorry" You gasped softly and tried to be careful with him. Touching his hand, treating him as if he was a piece of glass. He had never been treated that way. 

Lemon was his brother and he had obviously seen Tangerine cry but they never talked about it after, and vice versa. A pat on the back was the softest thing that they got from each other, and that alone meant the world to Tangerine. 

But this, the way your soft hand carressed his wounds, the way you winced everytime your finger went over a cut as if you could feel his pain — it made Tangerine's heart warm. It made him feel gooey and mushy on the inside. 

You dabbed a cotton bud in the alcohol and before you dabbed it on his skin, you turned to look at him. Where his gaze that was once on you, quickly shifted to look at his hand. 

"This ones gunna sting a bit" You whispered, his gaze went to your face (again).

"Nothin' I can't handle" He shrugged. You went back his hand and dabbed the cotton bud on his wounds. The wound stung but all he could think about was you. 

How beautiful you looked. You hair that was once probably in a proper firm plait, now a loose one with strays all over. Some strays falling in front of your face. You mouth slightly open, breathing through it because of how much you were concentrating. 

You looked ethereal. 

You are ethereal. 

He admired the way you cared, the way your empathy ran through you like it was the main component of your blood. The way you smiled at him, the way you'd laugh at his jokes, the way you'd kiss him, the way your hair would feel when he ran his hand through his hair. 

He was obsessed and he was not afraid to admit it. 

He says he isn't afraid but is he really? 

All his past lovers were nothing but simple fucks. Nothing but a hook up. He had never stayed long enough to feel the way he feels with you. Initially he thought about leaving, but the thought of leaving you, you, of all people. 

Made him want to hang himself for ever thinking of such a thing. 

"Okay now, I just need to put the cream on" You said, more to yourself, but it broke him out of his thoughts. He felt a wave of confidence, a wave of invincibility crashing against his feeling of doubt. 

Now, Tangerine was a brave man, he could wrestle a bear and win if he wanted to. But to admit that he cared for someone as deeply as he cares about you? Now that could make him piss his pants. 

"Y/n" He said softly. It was now, or never. You stopped your actions —opening the tube of cream— and looked at him. 

"Hmm?" You hummed, telling him to continue, a strand of hair coming on front of your face. 

"I... uh" He started but coughed awkwardly. You furrowed your brows but smile nonetheless, urging him to continue. He saw the smile on his face and felt as if it gave him strenghth. 

"I love you" He said, he meant for it to be a bold declaration, but for some reason, it came out as a whisper. Your breath was caught in your throat. You felt as if you could jump in joy and do laps around the house. But you said nothing, letting out the breath that was stuck in your throat. 

You gave him a soft smile, your eyes saying all that needed to be said, and you turned back to his hand to continue. No one had ever said that they loved you. At least not while you were fully clothed. He knew that. 

That's what made your reaction so much better. He thought that you would push him away and never speak to him again, but it was quite the opposite. He didn't feel defeated when the answer he was faced with was silence. 

No, he felt like he was on cloud 9.

He knew about your past. About how your ex boyfriend had used you for your body and would emotionally abuse you for being the way that you are. Kind, caring, loving. 

He would only tell you that he loved you when you were naked and giving him your body — whether you wanted to or not. He only cared about himself. Not only did he use you for his own ego, he also used multiple other people, while dating you, hence, cheating on you. 

Tangerine knew how much it meant to you, to be fully clothed, and feel loved. He also knew that you needed time. So he would give you as long as you needed. He would wait until the world ended if that's how long you needed. 

What's great about it was that you knew. You knew he didn't want to rush you, he didn't mean it in any other way other than pure pragma —love not of lust, but of understanding

"Oh look at what I got the other day" You said excitedly after closing the tube and putting it back into the first aid kit, and picking something out of it. 

"Thomas the Tank Engine band-aids!" You gleamed and showed him the box of band-aids with pride. He let out a soft laugh; it seemed as if he could never escape Thomas. 

"They're very cute, love" He smiled at you and used one of his hands to push the strand of hair behind your ear.

Love. Love. Love.

Your heart warmed at the nickname. He had never called you love before. Doll, darling, beautiful, sweetheart — but never love. It felt right. Felt natural. 

"Thank you" You smiled as you took three band-aids out and peeled the sticker off them and placed them softly atop his wounds. 

"All done" You smiled, softly running your fingers over the band aids. You brought his hands up to your lips and kissed the bain-aids and the scratches one by one. He watched you, eyes full of nothing but adoration, and love. 

You may not have said it, but he knew for a fact: he had never felt so loved. 

fin.

a/n: can you guys tell i'm a med student? no? THAT'S BECAUSE I'M NOT. FUCK MODERN MEDICINE!! (i say this as i grab another paracetamol pill)

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Tangerine was going over a few papers in his folder when he felt his phone buzz on the counter. He picked his phone up to see what the notification was. 

LEMON:

on my way

you better be ready when i get there

Tangerine read the text from his brother and put his phone back down and started packing his papers up to put into his bag. He walked into the living room from the kitchen and sat down the sofa. He pulled his duffel bag in between his legs to check things off his list, making sure he had everything he needed. He suddenly felt two arms on his shoulders and slowly sliding down and interlocking at his check, a chin on his left shoulder. 

"When are you coming back?" You pouted as you looked at his face. The stressed look on his face dissipated. The crease in his forehead, the furrow in his brows, the slight biting on his cheek, all disappearing the second you touched his shoulders.

"I'll be back in three days, love" He answered, turning his head slightly to look at you. Your pout deepened. 

"That's too loooong uh" You groaned, dragging out the word 'long'. He chuckled and shook his head. He held your hand that was on his chest. 

"Come here" He said and motioned you to stand in front of him. You unwrapped your hand from his chest, your right hand still in his as you walked around the couch to stand in front of him. He leaned back slightly and patted his lap. You sat down on his lap, both legs on one side, your butt on one of his laps. He put the hand that he was holding around his neck, your mindlessly do the same with your other arm. His hands went to your waist. 

"I'll be back before you can miss me" He smiled softly at you. 

"I miss you already, does that mean you're not goin'ta leave?" You asked, your pout still prominent. He laughed and shook his head at your antiques. His heart aching at the thought of leaving you. Sure, he was away a lot and for long periods of time, but that doesn't make him feel better. 

"I might as well pack you in my bag" He half-joked, if he were to stay true to his checklist of needs, you would be the first thing on it. You rolled your eyes and laid your head on his shoulder. 

"You were gone for a whole week last week, now that you're finally back, you're leaving again" You mumbled, feeling neglected slightly. Tangerine sighed and ran a hand through your hair. 

"Last one baby, then you'll have me for two whole months. Maybe we can go on a vacation? The beach?" He said, understanding how you felt. He didn't mean to be away all that much, but their handler was getting a lot of jobs, and they were the only ones available. 

"That'd be nice" You smiled into his shoulder. He placed a hand on your cheek and you raised your head from his shoulder. He cupped your face with both his hands, a soft smile on his lips, one only reserved for you. He tilted your head slightly and pressed his lips onto your forehead.

"You deserve the world my love" He mumbled against the skin of your forehead. He pulled away and gave you another smile, you reciprocate the smile. 

"Now give me a goodbye kiss before Lem gets here" He said, you leaned in and put your lips onto his. A slow passionate kiss, a kiss saying i love you. 

"Where's my goodbye kiss?" A booming voice said as the front door opened. You pulled away, making Tangerine frown. You turned your head to look at the front door to see Lemon at the door with his duffle bag. He dropped it to the floor and opened his arms, motioning for a hug. You eagerly got off of Tangerine's lap and made your way to Lemon and hugged him, letting him engulf you in his arms. It was a warm and platonic hug, made you feel safe. Tangerine got up from his position and bent down to grab his bag. 

"Alright let's get going" He said as he glanced over the apartment one more time, as if checking if he was missing anything. You pulled away from Lemon's hug and he gave your a small peck to your temple. You leaned against the wall near the door as they both got ready to leave. They shared a look and then nodded. 

"Hope you guys get there safe, and come back to me in one piece please, we don't want another bullet train level injury" You said as you wrapped your arm around Tangerine, giving him one last hug. 

"No promises" Lemon joked and picked his duffle bag up again, and started walking out of the house standing outside the door waiting for Tangerine. As you loosened your arm around Tangerine, an idea popped into your head.

"Wait!" You said quickly, putting your hand on Tangerine's chest to stop him before he left. Both Lemon and Tangerine turned to you. 

"I need to give you something, wait a sec" You said and hurried to the bedroom, closing the door behind you slightly. The twins watched you make it to the room and close the door behind you, they then looked at each other. 

"I'll go downstairs first and start the car" Lemon said nodding towards the elevators at the end of the hallway. Tangerine nodded and handed him his duffle bag. Lemon left for the elevators as you made your way out of the room. You walked up to Tangerine and stuffed something into the pocket on his pants, secretively. 

"For when you're alone" You said suggestively and gave him a teasing smile. He raised an eyebrow and eyed you. 

"What are you up to?" He asked, a smile tugging at his lips. 

"Find out when you're alonee" You said in a teasing tone and shrugged. He opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off. 

"Okay go! Lem's waiting" You said and hit his chest softly, pushing him out the door. 

"I love you" You said as you watch him walk down the hallway, ever so confused.

"I love you!" He called back walking rather slowly, when he heard the door shut and heard the lock click, he started walking faster to catch up to Lemon, dying to know what it was that you slipped into his pocket.

- 

Lemon let out a huge sigh as he plopped onto the bed, throwing his diffle bag onto the armchair. The twins had just reached their hotel room and they were exhausted from all the travelling and it was currently 12 in the morning. Tangerine was dying to know what was in his pocket, and also take a shower. 

"Lem I'm gunna hop 'nta the shower yea?" Tangerine said as he opened his duffle bag and looked for clothes to change into. When he got a snore for an answer, he knew Lemon wouldn't be taking a shower. He grabbed his clothes and head into the bathroom. He set his clothes on the counter and grabbed one of the folded towels on top of the rack and hung it on the wall hook near the shower. He set his phone on top of his nicely folded clothes. 

He unbuttoned his shirt, unbuckled his belt, but before he slipped out of his pants he reached into his pocket to pull out whatever it was that you placed inside. 

"For fucks sake" He let out a slight groan as he saw his, therefore your, favourite black lace thong. He shut his eyes and licked his lips for a second, trying to contain himself, but his urges were too strong for his morality. He stripped himself of his clothes instantly and let out a small sigh as he brought the pathetic excuse of a pantie to his nose, taking your scent in. 

His dick was upright, the tip leaking and red. He bit his lip at the faint smell of you on the thong. He tongue escaping his mouth and softly kitten licking the thong, to get some form of taste. The slight taste of your pussy made him groan into the fabric. 

All he wanted to do was have you on the bed, legs on his shoulder, his head buried between your legs. Until you were squirting on his face. To the point where it could be four days later and he would still be able to taste you on his mustache. 

He brought the thong away from his face and wrapped it around his dick. Trying to think about you, the way your eyes would look up at him as you suck him off, the way your hand felt around him, the way your tongue would perfectly wrap around his cock. You knew him like the back of your hand, you knew exactly how to suck him off so that he crumbled into your fingertips.

He let out a small moan as he rubbed himself, quickly biting into the back of his hand to muffle his sounds, wishing that he was biting into your skin instead. He threw his head back slightly, his gaze on the ceiling. All his brain could think about was you. 

Your scent, your taste, your moans, your skin, your tongue. 

He shut his eyes and swallowed hard as he rubbed himself faster. He imagined you on your knees in front of him, your soft hand rubbing him as you looked up at him with your big beautiful eyes. His hand could never compare to yours. So soft and delicate. He let out a shaky sigh as he felt a familiar pressure in his abdomen. He groaned softly.

The effect you had on him was chimeric, like something conjured from a dream. 

The feeling of his rough hands in contrast to your soft one, his hands running through your body, touching every part of you. If he had blue paint in his hands and touched you, you would be covered head to toe, by blue paint. 

He thought of the way your tits bounced with every thrust into you. The way you arched your back, the way you eyes rolled back, the way you bit your lip, and the way your legs shook around him as you came on his cock. 

Everything about you was so perfect, so proportionate. As if your hand was designed the way it is just for you to hold his hand. Your tits the size they are so they could fit perfectly in his hands. You lips hand-sculpted by Michelangelo himself. Each and every curve on your body, designed just for him, and only him. 

With that thought in his mind, the thought of you belonging to him, that you were made for him to love and cherish, for him to pleasure and ruin — he came. 

He came hard. Making sure to cum into your pantie so that he didn't have to clean up a mess on the floor afterwards. He let out a big sigh and his knees bucked slightly. He leaned against the wall, the cool wall constrasting the hotness of the skin on his back. He licked his lips and swallowed as he looked down to see the mess he made.

Absolutely ruined your thong. The white cum juxtaposing the black fabric of the thong. Making it seem like the night sky, filled with stars. He got off the wall and reached for his phone, snapping and picture of his semi-hard dick and the ruined thong. He threw the thong into the sink, to wash after his shower, and opened his messages app on his phone. 

Looking at the two pinned numbers at the top, he clicked on your picture and clicked to add an image. 

TANGERINE:

Attatchment ¬ 🖇️

Miss you.

Y/N:

Video Attatchment ¬ 🖇️

miss you more :(

TANGERINE:

You are in deep shit when I'm back

Y/N:

aww mann 😁

fin.

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Walking around an outlet with your arm around Tangerine's bicep was something you've been wishing for since the day he left for work. Which was 3 days ago, but he came back yesterday, had a day off and now you were strolling around the mall. A woman mumbled something, sprayed a tester fragnance on a piece of paper and handed it to you.

"Thank you" You smiled at her as you walked by them. You brought it up to your nose and smelled it, it smelled amazing. You brought it up to Tangerine's nose and he breathed it in and nodded.

"You want it?" He asked looking down at you, you glare at him and shook your head. You passed the paper over your shoulder.

"Oooh it smells great, I'm gonna save it for my girl" Lemon smiled and put it in his little fanny pack.

"Why didn't you bring her along?" You asked as you guys entered a store.

"She has a stupid work thing" Lemon grumbled.

"Oh I know how that feels" You sighed glacing at Tangerine and he rolled his eyes playfully. You looked into a glass case and looked at the rings then looked back at the ring on your left hand. Nothing could beat the huge piece of diamond on the thing. Tangerine followed your vision into the glass case and tried to find the ring you were looking at. You grabbed his bicep and dragged him to the escalator that led to the mens section.

"Time to get you a new suit" You smiled up at him, he looked down at you and furrowed his brows.

"What for?" He asked.

"You absolutely totaled your blue one on your last trip" You shook your head in disbelief.

"Is that really the reason why we're getting me a new suit?" He smirked slightly as you reached the top and hopped off the escalator. You pursed your lips and looked around the store.

"You looked hot in that suit" You shrugged and avoided his gaze.

"Is that so?" He teased as he tried to make you look at him, he grabbed your chin softly and lifted it to look you in the eye. You tried to hide your smile.

"We'll go to Victoria's Secret after this and you can customise me like a Build-a-Bear" You smiled sneakily, his smirked dropped for a second at the thought and came back into a much more mischievous one.

"Deal" He said as he placed his lips on yours, you smiled into the kiss.

"GOD T-M-I GUYS!" Lemon groaned as he started walking -more stomping- the other way towards the luggage section.

"Why is he even with us" Tangerine complained as he watched his brother walk away, he snapped his head back to you when he felt a small slap to his chest.

"Don't say that" You glared at him and grabbed his hand and walked further into the fitting room where there was a tailor waiting for customers.

-

He fixed the cuff links and stared at himself in the mirror as the tailor was fixing the suit from his back. You swung your legs as you eyed him up and down.

"I feel very objectified" Tangerine said looking away from the mirror and at you once the tailor walked away and gave him the clear.

"I was going for that" You smiled at him and got up from your seat and walked towards him, he rolled his eyes and shook his head and his gaze went back to the mirror. You looked at the mirror and saw the both of you. You put a hand on his chest and smooth out his under shirt.

"You look good" You smiled and went on your toes and kissed his cheek. He wrapped his arm around your waist. He turned his head and looked at you, he placed his lips on yours. You pulled away, to which he frowned at.

"We should go find Lemon and get mac n' cheese" You smiled at him innocently. He chuckled.

"Anything for you" he smiled and kissed your forehead.

-

You were smiling at the baby at the table beside you, making a mess of herself as she ate. The thump of a plate hitting the table broke you out of your trance. You smiled at Tangerine as he took his seat beside you and opposite of Lemon who was taking a picture of his food, probably sending it to his girl.

"What were you looking at?" He asked as he wiped his utensiles with a napkin. The man was usually covered in sweat and blood, somehow feels the need to wipe down a utensil that was most definitely washed. You nodded to the baby you were looking at, a faint smile on your lips.

"Dirty little thing isn't it?" He asked as he watched the baby make a mess of herself.

"Messes will always go away" You tusked, still smiling at the baby. He glanced at you and then the baby and hummed and started eating. You turned back and started eating as well.

"What'd you get?" You asked Lemon glancing at the huge bag next to him.

"I got this briefcase for our next job" He explained as he wiped off something from the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

"Sorry, next job?" You asked, slightly raising your voice. Lemon looked up confused and looked at Tangerine who was glaring at him and shaking his head. Lemon made an 'o' shape with his mouth but nothing came out. He glanced at Tangerine, at you, back at Tangerine then back at you then suddenly threw his fork onto the floor.

"Oh look at that, it's dirty now, I better get another one" He laughed nervously and scurried off his seat and walked to the counter, making small talk with the waiter hopefully to buy some time.

"You just got back" You said and turned in your seat to face him.

"I- I know, it's just that they're offering a shit tonne of money, and we... could use it" Tangerine shrugged as if that excuse made sense.

"Oh fuck that, you've got enough money to get your great grandchildren through college" You groaned and glared at him.

"We, you know I hate it when you refer to our money as my money" He said softly.

"Ohh trust me, I know, that's why I said it" You hissed at him.

"Love I'm sorry, Lem just came up to me and told me abo-" He tried to explain

"Tan you just got back, you always do this! Maybe this time don't bother coming back" You whisper yelled at him and got up and picked your bag up.

"Love..." Tangerine sighed as he tried to grab your elbow, but you shoved his hand away.

"I'm going to Victoria's Secret and you're not coming" You said glaring at him and walking away. Tan let out a big sigh and rubbed his face in his hands.

"Tough crowd eh?" Lemon sighed as he sat back down. Tangerine removed his hands from his face and glared at him.

"How was I supposed to know you didn't tell her?" Lemon glared at him and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

-

You were looking at a lace robe when you felt a soft hand on your back. You were gonna turn around and smack the guy but a whiff of an all too familiar cologne flies by your nose and you relax. You purse your lips as you felt him hug you from the back and put his head on your shoulder, looking at your side profile. You didn't acknowledge him.

"You'd look hot in that" Tangerine stated and softly kissed your neck. You didn't answer and slowly walked to the perfume aisle, Tangerine following behind you with his arms around your waist. You grab a tester and spray it onto a piece of paper and bring it up to your nose to smell it. This time you go to throw it away instead of giving it to Tangerine to smell. He softly grabs your hand before you throw it and brings it up to his nose and sniffs it, then lets go of your hand to throw it away.

"You didn't eat" He said as you started walking to the bra section, looking at the new arrivals. Again, no answer. He nuzzled his face into your neck and sighed deeply.

"I'm sorry" He mumbled into your neck. Your lips curved up slightly into a small smirk, barely noticeable. He was always too proud to apologise.

"Hmm?" You hummed as you grabbed a display babydoll lingerie, black, just how he liked it. He sighed again and lifted his head only to see what you were holding. He paused slightly and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry" He said more clearly now, looking at the lingerie you were holding. You smiled as you felt him hug you closer. Feeling something in his pocket, and it was not his gun.

"What do you think of this?" You asked and turned your head to look at him, referring to the lingerie in your hand. He cleared his throat and subtly thrusts his hips into your back. 

"It's nice" He answered simply. You hide a smirk. 

"Hmm" You hummed and bent down to open the drawer to look for your size. You were bent so that your bum was in front of him. It would look like a cute innocent scene to others, but you both knew that cute and innocent went out the window when you walked into the store. You picked your size and stood up properly and he shoved his face into your neck. Trying to hide his flushed face. 

"Where's Lem?" You asked, completely ignoring his apology and walked around the store to torture him more. He kept his front stuck to your back to save himself the embarrassment. 

"His bird's meeting ended so he left to get her, she's coming here" He mumbled, trying not to groan as you stopped abruptly making his hard on push into your bum. 

"At least someone misses their girl" You mumbled to yourself, but he obviously heard because he was close to you. He sighed soflt.y

"Baby of course I miss you when I'm away" He groaned and lifted his head from your neck to look at the side of your face. You walk to the counter seeing that the line was empty and put everything you wanted to buy on the counter and smiled at the lady behind the counter. Tangerine stopped talking so it wouldn't interupt your interaction with the lady. 

"That's all for today?" She asked and smiled as she took the black lace set and looked for the price tag. 

"Yes please" You smiled at her and pulled out your wallet from you bag but Tangerine grabbed your hand before you could. He let go of your waist for the first time since he started and went for his back pocket. The lady behind the counter watched the whole interaction, trying not to smile. You slaped Tan's hand off your hand and grabbed your wallet to take your card out. 

"No stop it" Tangerine glared at you, hurrying to take his card out. 

"Take this one" You gave your card to the lady with a smile, she catched the huge diamond ring on your finger and understood that you guys were married. 

"No put that down, take this one" Tangerine said and snatched your card away from the lady and handed her his card. She let out an awkward chuckle and looked at you to see what you said. You groaned and snapped your head to  your husband.

"God Tan, I'm angry at you, let me be angry!" You hissed and glared at him. 

"Be angry at me by using my card!" He argued back, softly, he never raised his voice at you, which really contrasted with how he was at work. 

"I- I just need one card for this to get paid" The lady smiled awkwardly. You turned back to her and smiled.

"I'm sorry love, use my card" You smiled at her and slid your card closer to her. She nodded and to grab it but before she could Tangerine snatched it and put it in his wallet. 

"Now you've got to use mine the whole day" He turned to you and gave a look that screamed that he won. You rolled your eyes at him. The lady looked at you and you gave her a small nod telling her to use his card. 

"I just won't buy anything for the rest of the day" You shrugged and smiled at the lady as she handed you your victoria's secret bag. She glanced at Tangerine's defeated face and tried not to laugh. He grabbed his credit card from her and his head went back to your neck, arms around your waist.

"I apologise for whatever this was" You smiled at her.

"No it's completely fine" She smiled back at you and you started walked out with Tangerine right behind you, his arms still around you, trying to calm his boner down. 

"Where's Lem and his girl?" You asked as you took your phone out and checked the time. 

"I think he said they were meeting at the entrance near the big christmas tree" He murmered into you neck. You nodded and put your phone back into your bag, and started walking towards the entrance, Tangerine following right behind you.

"I've got to use the loo" You said and stopped right in front of the doors that said restroom. You gave him your bag and went in. Tangerine stood there with your bag, he put it on his shoulder and leaned against a wall, picking at his cuticles. You looked at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom. You didn't really have to use the loo, you just needed some space from him to see how you were going to handle the argument. 

You splashed some water on your face and sighed into your hands. You stared at yourself in the mirror again and leaned closer to get rid of the little pieces of mascara that had falled out. You were wearing waterproof mascara but it still managed to come out. You thought back at Tangerine. 

You had to be honest with yourself, you hated his job. You knew he was the good guy, but the fact that he was risking his life and one day he might not make it back home to you. That scared you. You couldn't imagine a life without him in it, you didn't even know how you functioned properly before you met him. He was your source of energy, you needed him to breathe. But you couldn't ask him to stop, he already did so much for you, and this job is all he's ever known, well and Lemon. 

You sighed again and grabbed a paper towel to wipe off your hands. You make your way out. 

"Ah you're back" Tangerine said, his ehad snapping up right away when he heard the door open, and eyes relaxing when he saw you. You smiled at him softly, it wasn't like you could be angry at him for too long. His eyes alone would make you forgive him even if he had just stabbed a knife into you, in fact you would turn the knife inside of you if that's what he wanted. He puts his elbow out for you and you wrapped your arm around his bicep. You walked around the store, to where Lemon said he would be. 

"Hi!" You smiled at Lemon's girlfriend, rather new girlfriend. They started dating 3 weeks ago but Lemon didn't want her to meet you and Tangerine, he was scared you would scare her away. She turned to look at you as you greeted her. Lemon turned too and gave you and Tangerine a nervous smile. 

"Ah, Veda, this is my brother, Tangerine, and this is my sister, Y/n" Lemon introduced, turning his nead to nod at Tangerine then at you. She looked at each of you and smiled. 

"Guys, this is Veda" He turned to you and his brother and gave the both of you a stern look, but with a smile on his face. 

"It's nice to meet you Veda" Tangerine smiled at her politely and nodded at her slightly. 

"Hi Veda! I've been meaning to meet you for so long now" You let go of Tangerine bicep and went to her to hug her, she hugged back and let out a little chuckle. 

"Let me guess, Lemon went against it?" She joked as you pulled away from the hug. 

"Oh yeah, but trust me, all this man talks about is you and Thomas the Tank Engine" You joked as you rubbed her arm trying to get her to not think too much about it. She glanced at Lemon and he gave her a sheepish smile. 

"So I've got competition now huh?" Veda joked as she looked back at you. 

"Oh yeah, big time" You played along with her and pulled completely away from her and went back to Tangerine. 

"You guys are brothers?" Veda asked and pointed between Tangerine and Lemon. Probably confused, she probably knew Lemon had a brother named Tangerine, but she probably didn't expect Tangerine. 

"It's a complicated history" Tangerine said and wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer. Your bag and the Victoria's Secret bag on his other arm. Veda made an understanding sound and nodded but then eyed Tangerine's arm around your waist. 

"Aren't you guys siblings?" She asked suspiciously. 

"No, God no!" You said, slightly laughing and shaking your head. 

"But he said sister, and if Lem and Tangerine are brothers then..." She said trying to piece things together.

"Oh! I meant sister-in-law, they're married" Lemon quickly corrected himself. 

"Ohhh" Veda said and noded. You showed her your left hand and the ring on your finger. her eyes widened and her lips turned upside down in amusement. She looked back up at you and nodded in amusement, aproving of the size of the diamond on the ring. 

"I'm sorry, I was so confused" She laughed, trying to make it less awkward. 

"Oh no it's fine, it's Lem's fault anyway" You shrugged it off. Tangerine smiled at her trying to assure her that he wasn't offended and Lemon scrunched his brows at you. 

"Okay enough blaming, are you guys done shopping?" He said rolling his eyes and turning his head to you and Tangerine. You looked up at him and he looked at you. 

"I'm done" Tangerine shrugged, you looked at Lemon and nodded. 

"Aren't you guys gunna shop?" You asked, your eyes going between Veda and Lemon. Lemon looked at Veda and she shook her head. 

"I'm tired after the suprise visit from a patient at work, I just want to take a nap" She shrugged. 

"Okay, let's go home then" You said and looked at Tangerine. He opened your bag and searched for the car keys. 

"Wait! I have to piss" Lemon said and left for the restroom. Tangerine rolled his eyes.

"Why does he always have to take a piss when we're all ready to go" Tangerine groaned softly. 

"I honestly have to go too, sorry" Veda said awkwardly and hustled into the restroom. 

"Match made in heaven I guess" You chuckled and watched her figure rush to the restroom. Tangerine chuckled and pulled you closer to him. You looked around the store while Tangerine pulled his phone out because he got a notification. You saw a store filled with baby clothes. 

"Aww" You hummed and walked towards the store and looked at the tiny clothes on display. You picked one up and it was so tiny it made your heart want to burst into pieces. Tangerine sighed as he read over the email he had gotten, it was about the job he was going to go on. Apparently it postponed. He put his phone back into your bag and looked at your back, seeing you by the baby clothes. He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist and put his chin on your shoulder, looking at what you were looking through. 

"Are you trying to tell me something?" He jokingly asked and gave you a weird look. You rolled your eyes with a smile on your face. 

"I wish" You joked and picked a shirt up. Tangerine's gaze turned from joking to serious. 

"Look it's you" You said smiling, Tangerine turned his head to look at the onesie you were holding. It had a little orange on it. 

"That's an orange, love" He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You tusked and rolled your eyes. 

"Tomato, tomato" You rolled your eyes and put the onesie down. You picked another one up and laughed. 

"Oh look this one actually has a tomato on it. Oh look at that, with a little face too" You laughed as if it was the funniest thing in the world. Tangerine shook his head with a smile on his face as he watched you laugh. The sound of your laugh was better than any other sound he's ever heard. Your laugh was contagious, made him want to laugh too. He chuckled softly and took the onesie away from you and folded it and put it back on the rack. You calmed down and leaned into Tangerine. 

"I want one" You whispered to him, slightly hoping he wouldn't hear you. He turned slightly to look at your face to see if you were joking or not, but your face was serious. You were staring at the little mannequin of the baby with a suit on. 

"You guys are matching" You said and pointed at the mannequin. He turned his head to the mannequin. He let out a genuine laugh to see the little tie and the suit. You smacked his bicep softly.

"It's cute" You laughed as well. 

"Alright I think that's enough, you're hungry and delirious" Tangerine laughed slightly and pulled you away from the store. 

"Oh please, I'll be fine" You rolled your eyes but let him guide you away from the store, lowkey glad that he did because if you were there any longer you could've sworn your ovaries would have exploded. 

"You're going home and you're eating" Tangerine said as he started making his way to the doors when he saw both Veda and Lemon make their way out of the restroom. You gasped all of the sudden. 

"Where's my mac n' cheese?!" You said gasping, now very concerned about your lunch. 

"It's in the car my love" Tangerine said bluntly and took his car keys out of your bag as you made your way closer to the car. You sighed and turned to Tangerine as you came to a stop. 

"I love you" You said and looked at him in all seriousness. 

"Weren't you angry at me a few minutes back?" He asked, teasing you and raised an eyebrow at you as he clicked on the button on his car keys to unlock the car. He opened the car door for you and helped you get in.

"Yeah you still haven't apologised" You rolled your eyes as you let him fasten your seatbelt for you. He gave you a side eye as he put the seatbelt into the buckle, he leaned back slightly to look at your face and gave you a look. You looked away to the drivers seat to avoid his gaze. He smiled softly and grabbed your chin to make you turn to him. 

"I'm sorry" He said sincerely and looked deeply into your eyes. His eyes told you everything you needed to know. So blue and clear, every single emotion he felt, it never showed on his face but his eyes would always give it away. You pursed your lips and squinted ur eyes at him. 

"What exactly are you sorry for?" You tilted your head slightly. He rolled his eyes but the small smile on his lips stayed. 

"I'm sorry for not telling you about the next job" He said, his hand now on your cheek and his eyes boring onto yours. 

"I guess I forgive you" You shrugged. He chuckled slightly and shook his head ever so lightly. 

"I love you" He said softly and put his lips onto yours. You didn't kiss him back, trying to fight the smile off your face. 

"You know we're gunna stay like this until you kiss me ba-" He started but you cut him off by kissing him back. The smile on your face now very evident and unabashed. He smiled into the kiss. You pulled away when you heard the doors on the car open. His forehead was on yours and you look at him, his eyes were slightly closed. 

"You better hurry up and drop them off" You whispered slightly, with a small smirk on yourself. 

"Unless you don't want to see that lingerie on me" You shrugged, talking in a very low voice, making sure the couple in the back didn't hear you. They couldn't because they were talking about something as Lemon opened the door for Veda. His eyes snapped open and he traced his tongue along his cheek. He stood back up and shut the door and quickly got into the drivers seat. 

"Will you two lovebirds hurry up" He said as he buckled his seat belt and turned the engine on. You leaned back into your seat and smiled to yourself. 

"Calm your tits" Lemon hissed at him and closed the door for Veda and got to other side of the car and got in. 

"Who's place first?" Tangerine asked and rotated in his seat slightly and put a hand behind your seat to look behind. You watched his movements and put your right leg on top of your left and squeezed them together slightly. Veda and Lemon looked at each other as if they were talking to each other telapathically. 

"My place" Lemon anwered Tangerine. 

"So our place?" Tangerine asked as he put the car in driving mode again and started driving out of the parking lot. We lived in the same building and your apartment was right above Lemon's. 

"You guys live together?" Veda raised an eyebrow, looking between Tangerine and Lemon only because they were in her view and she was sat right behind you. 

"No no, same apartment building" Lemon replied. Tangerine let out a small laugh and put a hand on your thigh as he drove with one hand. 

"Wait you've been dating 3 weeks and he hasn't had you over yet?" You asked and you turned your head slightly to make conversation. 

"We're taking it slow, unlike you guys, fucking on the first date" Lemon rolled his eyes. Veda's eyes widened and looked at you and Tangerine with an expression. 

"We did not do that on the first date" You rolled your eyes back at him. 

"Ehhh..." Tangerine made a sound that disagreed with you, you smacked his forearm that was holding onto your thigh. 

"We did not." You hissed at him and then turned back to Veda and shook your head.

"We didn't, we just made out and this one went running to his only best friend to brag about it" You said and nodded towards Tangerine and rolled your eyes. Veda let out a laugh. 

"I have other friends!" Tangerine glanced at you then quickly back to the road. This was all friendly fire, and you knew he didn't take any offence since his hand was still on your thigh, in fact it was sliding up to where it shouldn't be in public. You slapped his hand hard, but soft enough so that it doesn't make a sound. He slowly pulled away but kept his hand on your thigh. 

"Yeah? Name one friend, who is not Lemon" You challenged him. He stopped the car at a red light and turned to look at you. 

"You" He smiled cheekily. You smirk dropped and you gave him a blunt look. 

"He's got a point" Lemon laughed, making Veda fall into a fit of giggles. 

"I set you up for success" You glare at him and he just smiled at you. 

"The light's green" Lemon said calming down from his laughter slightly, Tangerine turned back to the front and started driving again. Once the soft laughter died down, Veda spoke up. 

"Tangerine, what do you do for a living?" She asked. You scrunched your brows and glanced at him, trying not to turn your head and make it obvious. He glanced at you too and looked at the rearview mirror to see Lemon's face. Lemon shook his head slightly, almost not noticeable. 

"Um I'm in business" He answered simply, nodding his head slightly. You nodded your head as well to his answer. 

"Oh so you and Lem are like partners?" She asked looking at Lemon and then back at Tangerine. 

"Uh yea summat" Tangerine shrugged. 

"That's cool, what about you Y/n?" She asked and turned her head. 

"Oh I'm a software architect" You answered and leaned back into your seat. 

"Oooh" Veda nodded and looked out the window. 

"What do you do Veda?" You asked, wanting to continue the conversation as Tangerine pulled down the window to tap his card on the gate so he could get into the building. 

"I'm a dentist" Veda said. You nodded your head but then put things together in your head.

"Wait Lem, so the stupid work thing you said she had, she was attending to a patient?" You asked turning in your seat. 

"What?! I didn't say stupid work thing, I just said work thing" Lemon defended himself as Tangerine parked in the usual spot. Veda eyed him, and Lemon smiled sheepishly at her. Tangerine turned car off, got out of the car and walked over to the other side to open your door. 

"Sorry, I mean to be fair, you spend your time looking at teeth" Lemon shrugged, Veda shook her head with a smile. 

"It's interesting" She shrugged. You let out a laugh as Tangerine unbuckled your seatbelt for you and helped you of the car. Veda tried to open her door but Tangerine softly shut it back before she could open it fully, Lemon walked over and opened Veda's door for her and she gave the twins a weird look. Tangerine grabbed your bag for you and gave it to you. 

"You guys go into the building, we'll bring the things in" Lemon said and went to the boot of the car and helped Tangerine get the things that was brought today. You walked up to Veda and wrapped your arm around her arm and guided her to the door that was linking the building to the parking lot.

"You look shocked, what's up?" You asked as you dug into your bag for your card to tap on the door to enter. 

"They're so... they're such gentlemen" She said, as if she's never seen a man act the way they did before. You laughed at her expression and pushed the door open. 

"Funny to be honest, their childhood was rough" You said smiling to yourself. 

"We won the jackpot if you ask me" You shrugged and waited by the elevators for them, not clicking on the button so that you could click when they were here. 

"Rough childhood you say?" She asked raising an eyebrow. You pursed your lips and tilted your head, contemplating if you should tell her. If she was going to be here for a while, she might as well know, but it was not your story to tell. 

"Lem will tell you when he's ready, might be today, might be a few months from now, but I have no right to say anything" You answered, shrugging slightly. She nodded, understanding where you were coming from. 

"How long did it take Tangerine to tell you?" She asked and you saw both men walking to the door, they were talking about something as they made their way to the door. 

"About a year, he is stoic as fuck" You laughed, she laughed as well. 

"You got the more emotional twin, I got the cold one" You joked as you watched them enter the door, Veda turned her head and watched both of them. 

"I love him to death" You smiled slightly, she turned her head slightly to look at you, only to see your eyes full of love as you watched your man walk towards you. You looked back to the elevator doors and pushed the button. Right before they walked into your earshot you pulled her closer to you. 

"Hurt him and I will ruin you" You threatened her softly, but pulled away from her slowly and smiled at her sweetly. She looked at you kind of scared. 

"He's my brother, and he's been hurt before" You said, justifying your need to threaten her. She nodded. 

"Trust me, that's the last thing I would do" She reassured you and nodded slightly. You nodded and you eyed her. The elevator door opened and you walked in with her, Tangerine and Lemon rushed in as well. Tangerine had his new suit in a garment bag in his hands, the victorias secret bag and your mac n' cheese. Lemon had the suitcase he brought and a little packet that had something special in it. You pressed on the buttons with the numbers 7 and 8 on them. 

"What were you guys talking about?" Lemon asked. 

"Periods" Veda panicked and answered. Lemon gave her a weird look, Tangerine turned to look at you. 

"What? She said what she said" You shrugged, Tangerine put his hands up in defense. 

"We didn't say anything" He said defensively. You eyed him, you were so ready to jump him, he looked so delicious with his suit and his gelled back hair which had some curls sticking out. The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened on the 7th floor. Lemon grabbed Veda's hand and guided her out of the elevator. 

"Bye guys" Veda turned around and smiled at you and Tangerine, mostly at you. Tangerine gave her a soft smile and nodded his head. You smiled back at her. 

"Bye love" You said and Lemon pulled her away to his apartment. The doors closed and you let out a sigh. 

"What were you guys actually talking about?" Tangerine asked you as he looked at you up and down. He too couldn't wait to touch you. All he wanted to do was push you against the wall and make you feel good. 

"Nothing you should worry about" You smiled up at him, you pulled him closer to you and went on your tip toes to kiss his lips. He kissed you back but pulled away. 

"You're gunna make me drop everything" He rasped, his breath fanning your lips. You grabbed the Victoria's Secret packet and moved away from him and walked out the elevator, you times it perfectly with the elevator door opening and walked to your door and took your key out to unlock it as Tangerine made his way to you. You unlocked the door and opened it and made your way in. Tangerine followed suit and closed it shut quickly, he went up to the sofa to drop everything and placed the mac n' cheese on the coffee table. You bet down to unbuckle the straps on your boot heels, taking your time to tease him. He came up behind you, his front right on your butt, trying to release some type of tension. 

"Love, please" He groaned slightly as he bucked his hips onto yours softly. You hummed and still took your time. 

"For fucks sake" He sighed and held your hips and sat you down on the little stool beside the shoe rack, went down on his knees and unbuckled your shoes as quickly as he could for you, once he finally slid both boots off, he grabbed the Victoria's Secret packet and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and made his way to the bedroom. You laughed at his neediness. He threw you softly onto the bed and got on top of you, putting his lips onto yours. 

"Mmm Tan" You mumbled, trying keep up with the peace of his lips. Your hands went to his hair, making his slicked back hair messy. You legs slowly wrapped around his hips, he bucked his hips slightly and you moaned into his mouth. 

"Baby" You mumbled against his lips, you pulled away slightly, he tried to put his lips back on yours but you pulled back even more. He groaned softly. 

"Whaaat" He panted, whining almost. You let out a small laugh. 

"The lingerie?" You asked raising an eyebrow. He groaned, and thought about it, biting his lip. It looked like he was thinking hard as if his life depended on it. You rolled your eyes and rolled so now you were on top of him. 

"I'll be quick" You smiled cheekily as him and got off, grabbed the bag and made your way to the restroom. He groaned and tried to grab onto you before you left but you were too quick. You quickly stripped and put on the lingerie. It was a simple black lace babydoll and a black thong. You quickly grabbed your perfume and sprayed yourself and some lotion to rub on your legs and arms. You opened the door again and saw Tangerine on the bed, deep in thought again. 

"What? Are you regretting buying me this lingerie?" You teased as you walked to him, he snapped out of his thoughts and stared at you in awe. The buldge in his pants grew, he visibly swallowed. 

"You're going to kill me one day" He groaned and softly palmed himself through his pants. You laughed at the state of him, his once slicked back and neat hair all over the place, his face flushed red, the top 4 buttons on his shirt already unbuttoned, and his suit already scattered somewhere. You slowly walked your way to the bed and straddled his lap, leaning forward and putting your lips onto his. He held onto your hips and kissed you back, much softly than before. He shifted slightly and rolled you so he was on top now. You wrapped your legs around his hips and you arms went around his neck, one hand in his hair and the other on his back, rubbing his tense muscles. You furrow your brows and pulled away from the kiss. He let out a loud frustrated sigh and put his forehead onto yours. 

"Love if you keep edging me on I feel like I'm gunna die" He groaned and exaggerated. You rolled your eyes and the hand that was on his back slid down to his chest. 

"What's wrong?" You asked him genuinely. He furrowed his brows and eyed you. 

"What'd'you mea-?" He asked but you cut him off. 

"Don't play it off like it's nothing. What's bothering you?" You asked and used your elbows to sit up slightly. Tangerine sighed and sat up slightly, still on top of you. 

"I don't know" He said trying to do exactly what you told him not to do. You raised an eyebrow.

"It's just... were you serious about the whole baby thin' from before?" He asked you genuinely. It caught you off guard. You stammered. 

"I- um, I mean yeah, we're married, we're very much stable financially, I like where we are relationship wise, unless you don't, do you think we're unstable?" You asked, suddenly overthinking. His eyes widened and he shook his head vicariously.

"No no, God no, I think we're great" He said quickly, trying to reassure you. You nodded slightly. 

"Well then why not?" You shrugged, looking up at him with big eyes. He let out a breath neither you or he knew he was holding. 

"Thank fuck" He sighed in relief. 

"But if you're going to be away half the time, I don't want to" You said, suddenly remembering what he does for a living. 

"I promise, it'll go down by a half" He reassured you again, you pursed your lips and glared at him but a small smile crept up onto your lips. You put yours lips back onto his and smiled, his lips turned upwards as well. 

"I love you" You mumbled into the kiss. He pulled away from the kiss softly. 

"I love you more, but we better get started" He said and started kissing your neck, making his way down your body to where you needed him most. You hands went back to his hair and you lifted your head to look at him. 

"This is not how you make a baby" You laughed slightly, watching him trace over the lace on your thong. He grabbed the elastic part of it and snapped it against your skin making your jump slightly at the sharp contact. 

"No, but it's a great way to start" He smirked and bit down on the elastic pulling it down with his teeth. 

fin. 

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i loved him in this movie, he was so ughhhhh. i felt like dying when he died (i'm an empath)

pairings: tangerine x fem!reader

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blood

cussing

SH

SA

violence/murder

guns/knives

fighting

trauma

sexual themes

drinking

drug abuse

smut

death

eating disorders

talk of dysphoria, body image and appearance

discrimination

suicide

hopefully we watched the same movie, so the trigger warnings shouldn't be too surprising. but you know, as always i'll put in a little tw on the top of any fic that needs a warning, just so you're prepared. 

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one shots:

Period ♡

Shopping 𖦹

Miss you ﹗

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mini series:

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Strangers in the Night (pt. 1) , 𖦹

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i go by she/her; but im not that sensitive about it — call me whatever. i may write under dark theme but please note that this is all fiction, none of it is real (sadly i know).

i do take requests but i will pick and choose to my liking — if it is under themes that i quite literally cannot bring myself to write, i won't write it.

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piss kinks

necrophilia

maschalagnia

misogyny

rape kinks

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𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 ¹

pairing: tangerine x reader

tw: cussing, fluff humour? idk, fighting, mention of blood, slight smut (just making out)

Part 1 of Only Sometimes

message: french people are so yummy, i wish they were real :(

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Tangerine pulled his cuff links downward and looked at himself in the mirror, his brother was in the bathroom probably spraying himself with cologne. He fixed his tie and leaned into the mirror to fix his mustache.

They were getting ready for a fancy party. Well it was for work anyway, they were getting paid to grab information off of a computer and into a hard drive. 

"Ready to go?" Tangerine called out from the mirror. There were some rustling sounds coming from the bathroom. 

"Yeah" Lemon sighed and turned the bathroom lights off and closed the door behind him. He walked up his bed and licked his lips and rubbed his hands together, deciding which weapons to take as if they were toys. 

"Which one?" Lemon asked his brother as he watched Tangerine pick up a small pistol. 

"It's an in and out job, don't overthink it" Tangerine shrugged put the gun in his holster that hid perfectly under his suit. 

"You're gunna regret saying that" Lemon called after him as Tangerine head to the door. Tangerine rolled his eyes and pulled out of the hotel key card out of its holder so the room went dark and Lemon let out a little scream and scurried out the room as he quickly put the gun he picked out into his holster.

The man who has killed mutiple people all at once, was scared of the dark.

"You've got a kill count of over a hundred and you still sleep with a nightlight" Tangerine shook his head as they started walking to the elevator. 

"The darkness is scary, never underestimate it" Lemon glared at his brother and pressed the elevator button. 

-

The sound of chatter, glass clinking and rich laughs filled the huge ballroom. Tangerine and Lemon looked around the room and then at each other, sharing a look. Lemon gave the person at the door his car keys. 

"Walk around and observe for now, I'll signal you when it's time to bag it" Lemon said and started walking towards people, trying to fit in and converse with people. Tangerine nodded more to himself and spotted the bar, he made his way there. 

"A skinny margarita please" He heard a woman say. Something about the voice made him turn his head to find the source. He saw a woman with her back facing him, she was facing the bar.

She was in a backless dress, not too low, just low enough to want others see more, elegant. She had black elbow length gloves and a silky dark red dress with spaghetti straps that hugged her body perfectly. Her hair in a messy-neat updo with small pearls in between each tangled up curl. 

"May I?" Tangerine asked, more like said, as he slid money to the bartender and stood beside the woman. You turned your head to look at the generous man. You smiled at him softly. Your face held a sense of innocence. 

"You may" You said turning your body slightly to see him, even though the bartender had already taken his money and was already making your drink for you. 

"Is there a reason you're buying me a drink or do you just do that to every woman you see?" You asked teasingly and smirked at him. A small smirk fell on his lips. 

"Just the women who are beautifully dressed tonight" He joked and leaned against the bar. You raised an eyebrow at him and properly sat in your seat to face him. 

"Is that right?" You asked, tilting your head to the other side.

"Always been like that" He shrugged, the smirk on his face not leaving his face. 

"Hmm" You hummed and took him in. His suit, his gel backed hair, his bracelets on his wrists, the necklace around his neck, the smell of his cologne. He looked very well dressed... and hot.

"What brings you here?" You asked as the bartender brought you your drink and placed in in front of you on the table. You turned to the bartender, smiled at him and picked the glass up. bringing it up to your lips to take a sip. Looking up at him, with big eyes. 

"Business" He simply said and shrugged and brought his drink up to his lip. You didn't remember him ordering a drink. 

"You?" He asked as he put his drink down, you put your drink down too.

"I work with the man hosting all this" You answered, tracing your finger on the brim of your glass. 

"Aaah and he invited you here, how generous" He smirked slightly, knowing how the man hosting this party was, and he was not generous.

"Bit of a pain in the arse really" You mumbled only for him to hear. 

"Oh yeah? What makes you say that?" He asked, hiding a laugh. 

"Have you met the man, looks like a pain in the arse too" You rolled your eyes and brought your glass to your crimson coloured lips again. He let out a little laugh,

"Is that how you judge people? With their looks" He chuckled and smiled at you. 

"Ohhh yeah, big time" You smiled and nodded, not even trying to defend yourself with the argument because you completely agree. 

"Uhhuh and what can you say about me" He asked and stood up properly, no longer leaning onto the bar. You bit your lips slightly and leaned in, so your cleavage was more visible. It was obvious that he was trying to be a gentleman and tried not to look. 

"You're cocky, you think you're sooo hot and that you can get away with anything with that stupid mustache of yours" You whispered to him, your minty citrusy breath fanning his face.

His smile faltering and turning into a smug one. He traced his tongue on the inside of his cheek and smirked. 

"Is that so?" He teased and came closer to you. 

"I must admit though, you seem like you're humble about it" You shrugged, making his raise his eyebrows, at how forward you were being. He liked it. 

"Where the fuck are you, something's happening, meet me in the ballroom" A familliar voice ringed in Tangerine's ear through his ear piece. He tried not to react to it because it was rather loud.

"Well darling, I want to say I am, but I'd rather you find out yourself" He smiled at you. 

"I best be going" He stood up properly once more, did a little bow before turning, but stopped in his tracks when he felt an hand on his bicep. 

"I never got your name" You asked and tilted your head to the side. 

"Tangerine" He answered. You scrunched your brows and a small smile played on your lips, a glint of something on your eyes, the look of being right?

"Did you just say that because my drink has citrus in it?" You asked, tilting your head. He shook his head with a soft smile and rolled his eyes,

"And yours?" He asked. You pretended to think, you weren't really though. 

"Let's say it's Rogue" You smiled at him mischievously. He sucked his teeth and shook his head.

"Are you only saying that because you're wearing red?" He asked, the same way you asked him. You shrugged innocently and brought your glass to your lips again.

"Tangerine!" A voice hissed into his earpiece and he tried not to flinch. He bowed slightly again and turned around and started walking away, finding the ballroom.

"Why the fuck are you screaming into the earpiece, I can hear you just fine" He hissed into his earpiece as he replied to his brother and made his way to the ballroom, finding his brother.

"You weren't replying, the fuck was I supposed to do?" Lemon argued back as he started walking next to his brother. 

"What's happpening?" Tangerine asked as he looked around the fully packed ballroom and spotted you in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall with a bored look on your face.

It was hard not to notice you, you were wearing red, made you stand out. He had a soft smile on his lips as he looked at you but was snapped out of his trance when he felt his brother smack him. 

"What?!" He hissed and rubbed his shoulder.

"You weren't listening fuck face" Lemon glared at him. 

"I'm listening now, tell me" Tangerine rolled his eyes. 

"There's going to be dancing going on, we'll stay for about 3 dances then we'll bag it and get the fuck out of here" Lemon explained the plan, Tangerine nodded and fixed his cuff links, slowly turning his head to where he last saw you, only to see that you weren't there anymore.

-

"Holy fuck can we just go right now, I want to get this done" Tangerine complained and rubbed his face in his hands as Lemon joined him where he was seating.

He had just finished dancing with some random lady because the host was eyeing them and he wanted to play it off. 

"It's not that bad, maybe dance with someone, it's kind of fun" Lemon said and sighed as he sat down. 

"Fuck that" Tangerine rolled his eyes and sat up in his seat, looking around the room. 1 dance had just ended and they were going to have to wait through 2 more. His eyes landed on a woman wearing red, sitting down with a bored look on her face, staring off to space. He stood up and kept looking at her. 

"Maybe I will" He told Lemon and tried making his way through all the people to get to her. 

"He's so fucking bipolar" Lemon shook his head with a smile. He made his way to you and you were zoned out so you didn't notice him standing right in front of you until he held his hand out to you.

You jumped slightly and looked up to see who it was, the confused look slowly turning into a small smile. 

"Why hello to you too Tangerine" You smiled at him. 

"May I have this dance?" He asked politely. You hid a smile and looked to the ceiling to think. 

"I guess" You rolled your eyes and took his hand to get up. He brought you to the middle of the floor and put a hand on your hip and you put a hand on his shoulder, the other hand holding onto each other. 

"So Rouge, why are you really here?" He sparked a conversation. The song had yet to start, it was just a little waiting time with a soft piano playing in the background as everyone got a partner to dance with. You squint your eyes at him as you both sway softly.

"Like I said, I work with the bloke" You shrugged, looking up at him with big eyes. You looked like a lost doe. 

"Lies, no man would ever invite a woman this beautiful and not offer her a dance" He flirted and smirked slightly at you. Your heart started beating faster and your face turned as red as your dress. 

"Aren't you a flirt" You smiled at him, and shook your head. The music started and he pulled your closer with the hand that was on your hip. 

"Only sometimes" He shrugged and twirled you around. A huge smile on your face, a subtle smile on his, but he smiled with his eyes, which was rare. His hand went back on your hips and yours on his shoulder as you stopped spinning and started moving in sync with the music. 

-

The music ended and he softly let you down, he had lifted you by the waist and turned you around. Everyone bowed to their partner. You stood back up from your courtsy and smiled at him. He held his hand out for you to hold and lead you off of the floor. 

"That was fun" You smiled at him and leaned against a pillar. Tangerine laughed. 

"Yeah it was, I don't dance much so please forgive me if it was horrid" He laughed, more to himself, confused as to what made him want to dance with you. He never liked dancing, given his past.

"Well you are forgiven" You smiled at him. He smiled back, and there was a silence where you stared at him and he stared at you. Both looking at each others lips and then back to the eyes.

You broke out of the trance when you realised the both of you were leaning closer. You put a hand on his chest and bit your lips.

"Well I best be going" You smiled at him, repeating what he had told you before. His eyes lost a small gleam to it when you said it. 

"Uh yeah" He said, his voice was raspy. He cleared his throat. You smiled up at him, your heart warming at his shyness all of the sudden. 

"I'll um see you after the dances?" He said, more like asked. You pursed your lips and nodded your head, even though you knew that you wouldn't. 

"Goodbye Tangerine" You smiled at him and put a hand on his cheek. You started moving away from him, heading the other way, walking out of the ballroom. 

"Bye" He whispered and sighed. He shook his head and head back to where his brother was sat. Lemon smiled at him when he came back and sat down.

"One more song, then we go." Lemon reminded and Tangerine nodded, trying to focus on the job and not some mysterious lady in red that had apparently taken up much more of his attention than he intended for you to take up.

-

"I'll be here, you go into the room and get the data" Tangerine mumbled and peeked over the wall to see if there was anyone as they made their way upstairs. Lemon pulled out a thumbdrive from his pocket and made his way into the room, trying to make sure he wasn't seen by anyone.

Tangerine stood up normally and put his gun back into his holster and started walking to check if there were people around. He heard noises coming from the end of the hallway.

"Fuck" He hissed and turned to the nearest door and pretended to just come out of the room. The man and woman who walked into his sight looked at him and gave him a confused.

"Well that's not the washroom" He chuckled and walked past them but then ducked into a hallway and watched where they were going. The man held the woman's hand and kissed her softly then pushed her against a wall. The kiss getting deeper and more passionate.

Tangerine rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. They then slowly made their way into a room that was a room away from the room Lemon was in. 

"Tan-!" He heard his brother say through the earpiece before there was a huge bang and then a thud. The sound made him scrunch his brows in confusion. He made his way to the door, holding the knob and turning it.

"You didn't give me the fucking signal Lem, I thought we were gunna... what the fuck" Tangerine ranted but stopped when he saw what was playing out in the room with the computer. The last thing he'd expect to see was his brother laying on the floor unconscious and you behind the computer.

"Oh Tangerine! Hello!" You smiled at him and clicked on enter on the keyboard. 

"What the fuck?" He said, more asked, very confused as to why his little crush was behind the computer and his brother was on the floor unconcious. 

"I thought I had more time before they came up what the fuck Rose?" You hissed into you earpiece. It was obvious you were talking to someone. Tangerine stared at you flabbergasted. You gave him a sheepish smile and held up a finger signaling him that you needed a minute.

"Oh yeah I'll just wait here" Tangerine sarcastically rolled his eyes. You rolled your eyes. 

"I thought you'd know about me, you know I got a file on you and Lemon here" You said and nodded your head towards the very knocked out Lemon on the floor. 

"Well I obviously fucking didn't, now get your thumb drive out of the computer" Tangerine glared and started walking towards you. You looked around the table and grabbed the ceramic vase you used to knock Lemon out. 

"I knocked your brother out, I can knock you out too" You threatened and showed him the vase, he stopped in his track trying to thing of a strategic way to get to you without getting hit in the face. You glanced at the computer only to see 50% of the data was uploaded into the hard drive. 

"For fucks sake can you go any faster" You groaned into your earpiece. 

"I'm trying as hard as I can, asshole" A females voice rang back to you. 

"You're partner?" Tangerine asked nodding towards you, mentioning the earpiece, he somehow hadn't noticed before, probably because it was disguised as an earing. 

"Yea sum'n like that" You shrugged and glanced back at the computer but when you did Tangerine snatched the vase from your hands, you snapped your head back to him and glared at him. 

"I don't hit women, so just hand over the hard drive" Tangerine said calmly and put the vase down on the table.

"I would once it's at 100%, but honestly I don't feel like it, and I'm getting a shit tonne of money" You shrugged and took a step back as you saw Tangerine make his way closer to you. 

"How much are you getting paid?" He asked genuinely. 

"50 grand" You explained and turned around to be on the opposite side of him, with the table in between you guys. Tangerine's eyes went wide in disbelief. 

"What?! I'm getting half of that! Who the fuck is your supplier" He gasped and glanced down at the computer. It was rather slow.

"I'm not telling you" You squinted your eyes at him. He was trying to buy some time by distracting you but you knew better than that, you slipped your toes into a little hole in a slipper that was just stranded on the floor and kicked up to your hands and threw it at his head. It hit his forehead and he groaned and leaned his head back.

"Fuck!" He hissed and held onto his forehead. You let out a little laugh. 

"It's gonna take about 6 more minutes, you think you can handle that?" A voice came from your earpiece.

"Childs play" You smirked as you watched him glare at you. He let out a breath through is nose and swiftly walked to you, and you backed up against the door. He lifted you over his shoulder but before he could throw you across the room you grabbed onto the little pull up bar on top of the door frame and held onto it tight. When he realised that you weren't budging his grip on your waist loosed to look up but he was only met by you swinging back and using your momentum to kick him in the ribs.

He fell backwards onto his back with a groan. You swung back and then forth and landed on your feet and was about to get up from a bent position to check on how much data was transfered but a hand grabbed your ankle and pulled you down. 

"Ow hey!" You groaned as you hit your chin on the floor and Tangerine went to get up but you lifted your body up slightly and grabbed his belt and pulled him down as he tried to run past you. 

"That was not very gentleman like!" You glared at him and crawled on top of him to keep him in place. Both your legs on either sides of him as you kept him grounded. He rubbed the back of his head.

"Gentleman me jumped out the window the second you hit my brother unconscious" He hissed at you and opened his eyes to see you on top of him. If he were to be honest, it turned him on a lot more than it was supposed to.

A spaghetti strap falling off your shoulder, the slit in your dress rising up slightly, you panting, it was just enough to make him hard. You reached for his gun holster and threw his gun across the room, and it just so happened to land on Lemon's head again. You winced. 

"I am so sorry, I did not mean to aim it there" You winced and looked at Lemon, Tangerine took this oppurtunity to buck his hips upwards and throw you onto the floor beside him, his hands on your hips. You let out a yelp as he does.

He was now on top of you, pinning you down to the floor with his hands on your hips. Those were surely going to be bruised up in the morning. The collision with the floor made your ear piece fall out. 

"Fuck" You mumbled as you stared at it on the floor. Your hand quickly went up to grab it, but he was faster. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the floor. His face merely centimetres away from yours. 

"You're going to be a good girl, and you're going to give me that hard drive" He panted on top of you, his minty breathe fanning your face. His accent, his face, his use of the nickname, made you want to wrap your legs around his hips and let him have his way with you. But not everyone gets what they want. 

"What? Without a proper fight?" You asked in a teasing way, tilting your head slightly. You bent your leg slightly and used your knee to kick him in the stomach. He sucked in his stomach and groaned, his face in your neck now.

You took this opportunity to slip out from underneath him. Once you got out from under him you got on your knees to try crawl to your earpiece but he grabbed you ankled and dragged you back to him. 

"Rouge? The hell is going on there? You okay?" The same voice spoke from the earpiece, now Tangerine could hear because it wasn't stuck to your ear yet. 

"Do I need to go in there? Because I will!" She threatened, her voice wavering slightly. 

"No I'm fine, and you wouldn't last a minute, how much longer?" You winced as Tangerine pulled you by the ankle towards him. He placed it so he was on top of you again, caging you underneath him. You punched him in the chest but since you had no space to rewind your punch it didn't hurt him at all. 

"A minute" She answered back. Tangerine looked up to the computer and got up from the floor quickly but you grabbed his wrist before he could fully get up, you wrapped your legs around his waist and rotated your hips so he would flip and fall onto his side beside you. This made your dress slide up and your hold up's show to him, where there was a knife on your left leg and a gun holster on the right.

You got up and stood in front of the computer and the second Tangerine stood up and making his way to you, it turned a 100%. He was about to grab it but you beat him to it, you closed the attatched cap to it and shoved it in your bra.

Tangerine's eyes went from your hand to your breasts and then looked up to your face with a 'Are you fucking kidding me?' look. You laughed at his face.

"You should see your face right now" You giggled and licked your still red lips. The lipstick was surprisingly still on. He let out a slight growl and walked closer to you, you stopped laughing.

He held your hips and picked you up like you weighed nothing and sat you down on the table and stood between your legs, with his hands still on your hips so you couldn't move. You winced at the impact of his slamming you onto the table.

"Ow what the hell" You hissed at him and rubbed your back, near your butt. 

"Give me the damn hard drive" He threatened. You smirked and leaned back, your hands behind you as they supported you, you tilted your head to the side. 

"Why don't you get it?" You smirked, you knew he would never do that. He respected women too much to do so. 

"Fuck you" He glared at you and his gaze went down to your cleavage, you were breathing heavy from all the 'fighting' you guys were doing. 

"Oh I bet you'd love to" You whispered, smirking. You saw the goosbumps on his neck and his adams apple bobbing. You just wanted him to take you right then and there.

Am I ovulating? 

Your thought was cut off when there was noise from outside the door. Tangerine looked up from you and faced forward to look at the door and you turned your head to look at the door.

"Fuck" The both of you whispered and looked at each other.

"Babe we should just leave it alone" A woman's voice came from outside the door.

"There's a lot of noise coming from here, what if someone's getting killed!" A man's voice responded to the female's voice in a hushed tone. 

"That's the couple that was shagging in the next room" Tangerine whispered to you. You scrunched your face and turned to look at him in confusion. He looked at you and rolled his eyes,

"I saw them go in together" He said defensively. You saw the doorknob move and you had to think fast. You grabbed Tangerine's face and smashed your lips onto his. He made a surprised sound but soon closed his eyes and melted into the kiss, his hands on your hips loosening.

You moaned softly as he started to slowly lie you do onto the table. You wrapped your leg around his hips, and softly moved against his crotch area. He groaned into your mouth and slightly bit onto your bottom lip. He shoved his tongue into your mouth, your tongue fought for dominance but he won. The only fight he won tonight. The door opened slightly and the man peeked in. 

"Oh shit" He cussed softly and closed it right back up. There were hushed yells from the couple outside the door and then hurried footsteps leaving. He couldn't see Lemon's body because of how small the door was opened, luck was on your side.

You pulled away slightly, panting on his lips. He groaned and softly bucked his hips as you stopped grinding on him. He slowly opened his eyes. 

"Do you always kiss the people against you?" He whispered against your lips, a small string of saliva connecting them. 

"Only sometimes" You whispered back, copying what he said earlier, a smug but shy smirk on your face. He smiled at your answer and opened his eyes fully but before he could comprehend what was happening, you hit him in the back of his head with the vase.

The vase was somehow indestructible because it had hit two people in the head and still did not break. 

"I'm sorry, love" You whispered, genuinely feeling bad as his body fell to the ground. You got off the table and stood on top of his body, he still had a bit of consciousness because he could see you reach for his pocket, very much ignoring the buldge in his pants and going for his phone. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" He managed to rasp out as his vision blurred and all he could see was your figure on top of him, well a woman in red on top of him. 

"Call me when you're out of here" You smiled at him sweetly as if you hadn't just hit his head with a vase and probably gave him a concussion.

You leaned down and kissed his cheek, a light imprint of your red lipstick on his cheek. You put his phone back into his pocket and stand back up. You walk around the desk and grab your earpiece. 

"Rose you there?" You panted as you checked for the hard drive in your bra, it was still there. You were just going to keep it there.

"Holy fuck! Thank God you're alive" The woman on the other side sighed in relief. 

"Yeah I am, I'm coming down" You said and stretched your back. 

"Alright, the car's waiting outside- wait you said down?" She asked confused. You walked up to the window and looked down, you saw the car she was waiting in with her little computer. You opened the window and stood on the ledge. 

"Yea down and out the window" You said as if were the most obvious thing in the world. 

"Êtes-vous fou?! Rouge! Stop it, go out the normal way!" The woman in the car, Rose looked out the car window and saw her partner on the window ledge. 

"Can't really do that" You said sheepishly and looked back at the two unconcious men on the floor. If you went out the normal way, people would be suspicious and check to see the room and that wouldn't leave the twins much time to leave. 

"Rouge don't you fucking dare- Rouge!" Rose yelled through the ear piece as she watched from the window. You put a hand on the pillar that was right next to the window. You saw a rope attatched to it that went to the street light, that the car was parked right under. You grabbed the edge of your red dress and tore a long piece, hoping it would be strong enough to carry your weight.

You walked closer to the pillar and put the cloth around the rope. You took a deep breath and jumped off the ledge. Rose shut her eyes and held her breath. You slid down the rope but while it was heading towards the car, the fabric started to rip slightly.

The cloth ripped and you fell on top of the car roof, hitting the side of your body on it. Rose jumped at the noise and her eyes shot open. She looked outside the car and quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car. 

"Rouge!?" She yelled looking around the road to see where you were.

"I'm here" You groaned and sat up, a hand on your rib cage. She turned around quickly to the source of your voice and glared at you. 

"Oh mon diue" She sighed and glared at you while pursing her lips.

You slowly slid down and panted and leaned against the car. Leaning your head back. She stared at you and didn't say anything. You opened your eyes and looked at her. She was glaring at you, you smiled sheepishly at her.

"Heeeeeeeyyy..." You said and gave her a toothy smile.

"Get in the car." She said strictly.

"Yup" You said and walked to the other side of the car and got in. You buckled in your seatbelt and she go in and started driving. You leaned against the window and relaxed your body. 

"The hard drive?" She asked, her eyes on the road. 

"Oh" You said suddenly remembering the hard drive in your bra, you grabbed it out and put it in the laptop she had in the backseat where she was working.

There was a silence between the two of you, a comfortable silence, you've known each other for so long now, there was no such thing as awkward silence.

"I see you had fun" She said, slightly smirking. You turned to her.

"What are you on about?" You asked shaking your head.

"Look in the mirror chérie" She smirked and glanced at you. You scrunched your brows and pulled down the shade and moved the slide to the other side to reveal the mirror.

Your lipstick was smudged all over your chin. Your face turned red and you pursed your lips and melted into your seat. She laughed at your reaction. 

"So chips and soda?" She asked and looked at the in built GPS in the car.

"Yes please." You whispered and grabbed a wet tissue from the glove compartment and started wiping the red lipstick and your make up off. 

-

"Wake the fuck up" Lemon groaned and shook his brother. Tangerine shot his eyes open and looked around, he didn't know what or who he was looking for. 

"How long were we out for?" Tangerine asked as he put a hand where you had hit him. 

"Enough time for her to get away" Lemon said and sighed as he glanced at the computer and saw that the hard drive was gone. Tangerine rubbed his forehead when he suddenly remembered you with his phone. He quickly grabbed his phone from his pocket and unlocked it to see the first thing was your contact info. 

'Rogue' with a red lip next to it. He caught himself smiling slightly. 

"Looks like she jumped out the window, why didn't she just go out normally?" Lemon asked as he looked out the open window and the red fabric on the rope hanging there. Tangerine got up and walked up to Lemon to see what he was talking about.

He saw the red fabric and scoffed and shook his head with a smile on his face. He knew why you went out through the window. He looked down at his phone again. 

"What're you smilin' 'bout?" Lemon asked, scrunching his brows at his twin. Tangerine locked his phone and out it back in his pocket. 

"Nothing, let's get out of here" He said and started to tidy the room up before they left so it wouldn't look like someone fought in the room. Lemon eyed him and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He grew up with Tangerine, he knew him inside out. 

"Did you guys fuck while I was unconscious?" He asked seriously. Tangerine turned around quickly and glared at his brother.

"What?! No! Why would I sleep with the person who's against us?" Tangerine scoffed and rolled his eyes. Lemon raised his eyebrows and gave Tangerine a look. Tangerine sighed. 

"We made out" He admitted, very softly, so Lemon wouldn't hear it properly. 

"Well obviously, there's lipstick stains on your cheek and lips" Lemon rolled his eyes and picked up the chair that was on the floor. Tangerine put his hand on his cheek, he felt warm in the inside. Warm and bubbly. 

"I think I love her, Lem" Tangerine admitted. 

"Oh fuck off and clean up" Lemon rolled his eyes and threw the same sandal you threw at him, but this time he caught it.

Part 1: fin.

Part 2: still under construction

tangerine masterlist

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pairing: tangerine x reader

tw: nothing, fluff, cussing

message: to the ones who seek to be comforted whilst the outermost layer of your uterine wall sheds.

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The rain outside softly hit the window, making sounds that could make even a colic baby sleep peacefully. Bonus is that it's cold and dark outside. Your stomach felt like the battle field when they were fighting for Helen of Troy; the Trojan War. You were in your soft bed in fetal position with a warm quilt over you, watching the raindrops fall onto the window sliding door that lead to the balcony of your apartment. Your phone was on silent, half because you couldn't muster the energy to converse with people, and also because you didn't want to.

Suddenly you heard the front door of your apartment slam open.

"Y/N!!?" A fimilliar voice yelled out, he sounded concerned. You furrow your brows and use all the core strength to sit up in bed. "Love are you here?!" He yelled out in concern. You rubbed hands against your face and laughed into your hands. The door to your room slammed open with a very distressed and worried Tangerine at your door.

"Hi" You smiled at him sheepishly. He let out a breath he was very obviously holding in. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a shirt with your face on it (initially it was a joke, you had given him the shirt on his birthday - not the only gift you got him - but maybe it isn't a joke anymore).

"Baby, you're not answering my texts or calls, I was worried" He said softly as he closed the door and made his way to the bed, he sat down beside you and put a hand on your cheek. You sighed and leaned on his hand.

"I know, I'm sorry. I was on do not disturb, didn't feel like replying to people" You sighed and closed your eyes slightly. He furrowed his brows, concerned.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I got my period" You whispered and looked at him with tired eyes. He relaxes his brows and nods.

"Do you want me to get you anything?" He asked generously, you shook your head and lied down into your pillow softly. You grabbed his hand and tugged it towards the other pillow on the bed.

"Cuddle me" You said and opened your arms and made grabby hands towards him. He ran his hand through your hair and kissed your forehead then stood up.

"I'll be back in a bit" He said then left the room. You turned around and covered yourself with the blanket and got comfortable. After a bit he came back, your back was turned to him. You felt the bed dip and him lifting the blanket slightly and you felt his cold feet against yours. You took in a sharp breath.

"Tan you're feet are cold" You said hiding a small smile. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his body. You turned around and wrapped your leg around his hips and burried your head into his chest, taking in his scent. 

"Why'd you leave the room?" You asked.

"Locked the front door and turned the lights off" He explained, getting comfortable. You hummed and nuzzled your face into his chest. You pull away slightly and look at his shirt and look back at his face.

"What?" He asked innocently.

"Take the shirt off" You squinted your eyes at him. He let out a small laugh.

"You sure you want to?" He asked, hiding his smirk as he sat up and took his shirt off and threw it on the floor before going back to laying in bed. You softly slapped his chest and buried your face into his chest.

"No I just don't want to stare at my face when I cuddle you" You laughed into his chest. He chuckled and pulled you closer.

"You know I wear it when I'm away for work" He said as if it was a fun fact.

"Good to know you miss me while you're away" You joked.

"I'm always missing you" He added and put his hand up your shirt -well his shirt- and traced circles on your back.

"Really? I always thought you flirted with other women while you're away" You smirked and lifted your head slightly to see his face. He tusked and glared down at you. You smiled at him and he kissed the top of your head. Then there was a silence. A comforting silence. The sound of the rain hitting the window, the sound of the wind blowing outside. It was the perfect weather, and laying beside a perfect man. Life couldn't get any better.

"You know how you have the keys to my place, and I have the keys to your place?" Tangerine started, still tracing shapes on your bare back. You nodded, too tired and in pain to respond properly.

"Well I've been thinking for a while, and we've been dating for a long time" Tangerine started.

"Where are you going with this?" You asked lifting your head.

"Move in with me" He said simply looking into your eyes. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. Moving in with each other was a big deal, but what was the point of dating if it's not going anywhere?

"What do you say?" He asked still looking at you with hope in his eyes.

"Don't you live with Lemon?" You asked.

"He lives next door. He's just over a lot when you're over there because he loves you" Tangerine rolled his eyes, but you know that it's fake annoyance. He loved that the only other person he's ever cared about approves and loves you.

"Only if Lemon approves" You teased.

"Please he'd be the first person to help you move your things over there" He scoffed. You laughed and laid your head on his chest again.

"Well I'll have to pay off the rent for this month for this place" You explained and started worrying.

"I'll pay it off" Tangerine shrugged as if it was nothing.

"Fuck no" You lifted your head and glared at him.

"My love please" He sighed.

"No I am an independant woman, in a modern world and you, a man, are not going t- mmmph" You started your little speech about feminism but he cut you off with a kiss. Once he pulled away you slowly opened your eyes to see him with a cheeky smile.

"Some feminist, letting a man shut you up by kissing you" He teased. You glared at him and opened your mouth to say something but he beat you to it.

"Baby, you know I support women, I respect women, but please let me do this for you. I'd do anything for you, whether you'd like for me to or not" He said and kissed your slightly pouting lips.

"Okay" You whispered and laid back down on his chest.

"But only this one time, once I get my name on the lease at your place, I pay for half the rent" You explained.

"Lemon put your name on the lease already" Tangerine whispered, hoping you wouldn't hear.

"WHAT?" You sit up and stare at him.

"I told him to, it's been there for three days now, I just needed to find the courage to ask you" He gave your a sheepish smile. You laughed, but it turned into a wince when a new cramp hit.

"Woah take it easy" He sighed and made you lay back down on him.

"Tangerine, the man who kills for a living, the man who came home from a bullet train job with a bullet hole in his neck, the man who has countless of times slept with me, was nervous to ask me to move in with him?" You giggled into his chest.

"Alright" He mumbled and rolled his eyes with a smile on his face. "You're just asking for it now" He warned.

"You wouldn't, not when I'm literally bleeding out" You giggled.

"Oh yeah?" He threatened. You nodded. He started tickling your stomach making you fall into fits of giggles.

"S-stop Tan" You laughed as he continued to tickle you.

"I warned you" He laughed.

"S-stop I'm gonna piss my pants" You laughed, making him laugh even harder.

fin.

tangerine masterlist

I crawled out of my hole to tell everyone "I'm going to write platonic yanderes Lemon and Tangerine." You are ready? :D (Maybe later I'll write a romantic yandere Tan. If I have enough ideas.) Your suggestions are welcome!

Blue Bunny

prompt: you and the Twins show up to collect the same debt.

pairing: Tangerine x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Bullet Train

word count: 4.4k+

warnings: Tan's real name being Aaron, Lemon's real name being Brian, Mafia antics, depiction of murder, blood, guns, brief physical violence, given nickname [ Bunny ], Daddy's Girl trope? dialogue heavy fic.

"I like the lilac, what do you think? Maybe the yellow?"

"The pink's rather nice."

"How's about green? For St. Patrick's Day? Celebration of spring?"

Your lover chuckled over the receiver, phone set on speaker to the desk in front of you. "Think I prefer the blue," he replied, the smirk evident.

"You always prefer blue," you teased, handing the bottle of pale blue nail polish to your nail tech. "So, tell me, where are you now? Haven't seen yah all week," You pouted, placing your AirPods in to keep the conversation private. Not like it mattered, your nail tech, Collette, only spoke French, and she was the only other person in the room.

"'Fraid I can't divulge that information, sweetheart," Aaron sighed, "on a bit of business right now."

"Now? Like, in the present?" You chuckled, nodding at Collette when she pointed at the length of the acrylic.

"Yeah," Tan mused back, "say hello, sweetheart!"

"Hello, luv!" Brian, or otherwise known as Lemon, was heard calling. His twin, your lover, used the codename Tangerine for the contract agency they worked for - keeping their identities safe. Something you didn't necessarily have to worry about, being as your name held power. It was something like a shield in the criminal world, everyone knowing your surname dictated fear.

"Oh, hello, my sweetness," you cooed, grinning slyly. "What's it you two are up to? What sort of business are you on?"

"Ah, hang on a tick, love," Aaron mused, setting his phone down. You waited patiently, hearing a series of gunshots ringing out as you watched Collette paint the pale blue in sleek, professional strokes. Screams echoed over the line, tires screeches, several grunts of exertion, but you didn't so much as flinch, just admiring the work your nail tech did.

You blew on your nails, admiring the color.

Collette asked if you wanted to keep the paint shiny or add a matte overcoat, you humming, replying in French that you preferred the shiny coat. She held up a bottle of silver glitter, perking her brows, watching you nod - trusting her artistic eye.

"Hello? Still there, Bunny?" Aaron got back on the line, using your pet name he bestowed on you after your first date. You had a cold coming on, and after he kissed you, you instantly sneezed - nose screwing up like a fluffy bunny.

"I'm here," you smiled.

"Right, what color did you go with?"

You grinned, "Take a guess."

"Blue's your color."

"More like yours. I much prefer pastels, but I think this color's the best of both our preferences."

He chuckled, "Listen, yeah? You free Thursday? I'l be in your neck of the woods."

"Ah, I'm traveling this week," you answered with a pout, "what about next week?"

"I might be able t'swing that, yeah," Aaron agreed easily. "You hear from that Edward bloke recently?"

"No, no, I've told you, I'm done with him. You're quite the jealous type, you know, scared him off real good."

"Ah, well, don't like folks touchin' what's mine, now, do I?"

"Apparently not," you smiled, phone line beeping with an incoming call. "Oh, shit, I gotta go, Aaron, Daddy's calling."

"Mhm, and we all know you betta answer, huh?"

"It's how we all stay alive," you laughed. "Bye."

"See yah real soon, Bunny. Make sure your toes match!"

You hung up with a laugh, then accepted your father's incoming call, "Hi, Daddy."

"Hello, sweet one," he answered. "What are you up to?"

"Collette's doing my nails."

"Ah, very good. What color?"

"A pretty pale blue."

"Wonderful. Tell Collette I say hello. We'll have t'get her a sensational Christmas bonus with the way you work her."

You chuckled, "Yeah, yeah, I know."

"Listen, poppet, I need you to do something for me."

"Mhm, anything you need, Daddy."

"One of our associates is late on payment."

"How late?"

"A week."

"Oh, you're taking time in collecting," you mused, appreciating the full set Collette was detailing. "What's the hold up? Why wait?"

"I'm stuck in Prague."

"Daddy."

"I know," he rushed, "but I need you on this one, princess."

"Who's the associate?"

"Fella name Wilmer DeLano."

"I know of him, doesn't he own the chain of pharmacies? His son and I went to university together, right?"

"The exact same," your father confirmed. "I need you to go collect, princess, please."

"How much is the debt?"

"With the added week, chalks it up to $3 million."

"US dollars?"

"Yeah."

"Since when do we deal in US dollars?" You asked with a curled lip.

"Not the question I think you want to be asking."

"Uh, no, you're right, okay, sure, I can collect. Tonight?"

"He's not expecting it, knows I'm still in Prague. Take Rufus and Gunther with you for protection detail."

"I'd rather take Samuel."

"No, he's doing a different favor for me."

"Daddy."

"He's making a delivery, all right?"

"What about Gunther and Casey? Rufus creeps me out."

"That's fine," your father agreed with a sigh. "Listen, princess, tonight might get a little hairy, so I want you prepared."

"Daddy, I'm literally getting my nails done, I'm not handling a gun. That's what Gunther's for."

"I taught you better than that. You protect yourself, you can't depend on anyone else."

You nodded, "Yes, sir. Do you wanna call the boys or...?"

"I'll call them, don't worry. Just be ready to go by 8. Remember, princess, $3 million - and make sure you count it, too."

You agreed, promising you loved him, then wishing him luck in Prague on whatever his business was. After hanging up, Collette smiled, asking in French, "When are you going to tell him?"

"Tell him what?"

"That you have a boyfriend," she laughed. "He's your father, he'll be happy for you."

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"Oh, please," she scoffed, swiping the glitter on your nails. "That boy that you're always on the phone with? You're not hiding it, not from me."

You felt warmth flush your chest, heating your core. "He's still not my boyfriend," you mumbled stubbornly.

"He picks your nail colors," she grinned, "that's a boyfriend!"

You double checked the address your father sent, nodding at Gunther in the driver's seat. "All right, lads, I want this a clean collection. Just got my nails done," you smirked, the lights of the three-story home still on and indicating DeLano must've been home.

"Yes, ma'am," Casey agreed, getting out of the backseat and opening your passenger door; helping you out, letting you readjust your clingy black dress. Gunther moved around the back of the car, grabbing the usual go-bag brought to every collection.

Slowly, carefully, you stalked up the long driveway, heels clacking with every pace. You let Gunther peer through the windows, him nodding before leading the way to the backdoor. It was simple enough to jimmy the lock open, silently swinging the door wide open and stepping over the threshold.

Casey went around the side to enter through the living room as you walked through the kitchen, surrounding your target. Wilmer DeLano was sat at his dining room table with his wife, looking up when you cleared your throat. He jolted in shock, but Casey blocked the only other doorway; his gun in hand, both clasped in front of him.

Gunther checked the rest of the house.

"Hello, Mr. DeLano," you greeted casually. "Oh, something smells wonderful in here, you cook this?" You asked his wife, casually strolling up to the table, Red Bottoms sounding over the polish hardwood floors. You plucked up a slice of roast, tearing a bite off and humming, "Oh, very good that. You're a lucky man, Mr. DeLano to have such a talented wife."

"Who are you?" The portly woman begged, flinching when you hummed and brandished your gun.

"Right, guessing you don't know," you nodded. "Your husband's in a bit of a lucrative business, Missus. Nice house, though," you gazed around, "lot of fine art you've got hung up, saw all name-brand appliances in your kitchen."

"H-He owns a chain of drug stores - "

"Yes, yes, yes, I know. Very true," you agreed, "but that's only a front, it's not the full picture. I'm here to help illustrate, if you will. C'mon, why don't we all go into the living room? Hear that's where the safe is kept."

"What is happening!?" Mrs. DeLano demanded, gun pointed at her temple.

"Up, up," you demanded.

Slowly, Wilmer lifted from his seat with his hands held in peace, "Okay, okay, we can - let's go talk in the living room. Just don't threaten my wife, she's got nothing t'do with this."

"For now," you agreed, gathering the couple to the living room couch.

"Boss," Gunther alerted, dragging your old university classmate and a previous lover, Edward DeLano, up from the basement, "found this one down there, smoking a joint. Rest of the house is clear."

"Wonderful," you nodded, gesturing for Eddie to sit. "You bring enough to share with the class?" But your old peer just looked around the room of criminals. "Guessin' he didn't wanna share," you pouted, then rolling your eyes. "Well, now that we've all gathered - "

Suddenly, there was a noisy crack and bang as the front door was kicked in, making all three of you gangsters turn with weapons drawn and aimed. However, you chuckled and dropped your arm when you realized it was the Twins, Aaron and Brian, or Tangerine and Lemon, standing in the splintered doorway.

"At ease, lads," you chuckled, holstering your gun to your thigh. "These are friends of mine."

"You outsourced the job? Out your fuckin' mind, princess? Huh?" Casey growled, not lowering his gun as Tan and Lem strolled in.

"Don't fuckin' talk to her like that," Aaron snapped instantly.

"Fuck off, Casey, I would never outsource, I know the fucking rules," you sound more amused than anything.

"Well, ain't this fun?" Aaron mused with a grin, strolling in casually before pausing in the open foyer as Brian tried shutting the door again - but it the very doorframe was shattered, making it impossible. "Sorry 'bout the front door, ol' chap, but you understand, yeah? 'S just business," He nodded at DeLano. "Bunny," he smirked at you, hands in his tailored suit pants pockets; polished Italian leather shoes gently scoffing across the floor.

Aaron magnetized to your side, coiling his arm around your waist to lean in and peck your cheek.

"Hi, handsome. Thought you weren't in town until later?"

"We wrapped a different job early," he answered. "Question is: what're you doin' here, love?"

"Collecting debt payment."

"No shit," he grinned, "so are we."

Your head cocked; leaning into his side with your own arm wrapping around his chiseled waist. You asked, "He owes my father money. You?"

"Owes an associate, too." He smirked at the DeLano's you two stood in front of, "Ain't that right, geezer? Got yourself into a bit of a pickle, didn't yah? Got a bit of a problem with the nose candy, don't'cha, naughty boy?"

"You told me you quit!" Mrs. DeLano hissed, "now you're in debt!?"

"I have it under control," Wilmer deflected stiffly.

His wife sobbed and begged, "W-Would someone please just explain what's going on!? Who are you people!?" Tears fell fast. "What do you want from us!?"

"This ain't rocket science, love, fuck you mean what do we want?" Lemon snickered. "You not listenin' or something?"

"Ah, right, well, I was in the middle of explainin' the situation," you told the Twins, waving a manicured hand in the air as if swatting away a pesky fly. "'Ello, lovie," you grinned at Lemon when he stationed himself on your other side, "good t'see you."

"Sweetheart," he nodded, offering a side hug when you released his brother, "been too long, hasn't it?"

"Since Cancún," you agreed. "Right, then! Onward, ho! Casey, darlin', would you be a doll and open the bag? Get us set up t'count up?"

"'Course, boss," he agreed, kneeling at the mahogany coffee table and unzipping the duffel you brought.

"Right," your hands clapped, the family jumping at the sudden sound, "back to what I was sayin'. See, your husband owns the drug stores, that's true," you allotted, "but he also launders money for the Mafia. For my father, my family. Maybe you've heard of him?"

You relaid your father's first and last name, seeing the Fear of God paint over the DeLano's. "What?" Eddie snapped at his father sat beside him. See, despite dating briefly, you kept your identity a secret from Ed. "What have you done!? Do you know who her father is? Know what he's done!? He fuckin' gutted his own brother - "

"Allegedly," you interjected sharply.

" - all in the name of business! You don't know what this family is capable of!"

"Yes, boy, I'm well aware, the man is my bloody business partner," Wilmer snapped right back.

"Well, not so much of a partner now, are yah? Just more of a fuckin' nuisance," You smirked, earning the attention again. "So, you see, your husband washes our money, earns a significant cut for shouldering the risk. Payment's collected every two weeks and as of today, your husband's a week late on delivering our cash load."

"I-I can explain, please - "

"No need," you cut Wilmer off, "because I didn't get t'where I am now by listening to pathetic explanations. I don't listen to excuses. Fact is, you own my father money, and because you're late, the total is now $3 million - and he wants it in US dollars."

"Well, ain't that somethin'?" Tan smirked at Lem. "Turns out, he owes our client some million, too."

You hummed, nodding, "Right, right, but see, thing is, if my Daddy ain't paid, he goes postal. Nasty business, truly messy, just a chaotic clusterfuck, bodies left everywhere, cities in shambles." Turning back to the family, you offered, "So, we're just gonna make this easy. You cough up what you owe, we won't blow your brains out all over this nice Persian rug. Mmmh! See that, love?" You pointed to the fabric you stood on, looking at Aaron. "That's real authentic, you can tell by the threading. Be a shame to ruin it, yeah? Exquisite work."

"Sure is," he agreed, "but did you see up there, Bunny? 'Bove the mantel?"

"Oh, yes," you breathed in impression, "an ancient Aztec tribal mask. An artifact, very hard to get your hands on. Heard the British Museum was actually lookin' for that particular mask."

"Seems like Mr. DeLano is quite the collector of finer things," Lemon admired, pointing at a portrait on the wall. "Oi! Is that what I think? Is that a fucking Monet?"

"Priceless," you nodded.

"Listen, right, we've got strict orders, yeah?" Your lover sighed, shifting his weight. "We're t'collect payment by any means, a message is t'be sent. Right?"

"That's right, yeah," Lemon agreed, crossing his arms. "Make sure this kinda misunderstanding don't happen again."

Gunther asked, "You need tarps for this?"

You refused, "No, we're not here to kill anyone. We're here to let a loyal man the opportunity to pay us what's owed."

"Listen t-t-to me," Wilmer begged, stuttering in fear, "I don't have the money. Okay? The government came sniffin', I had tax liens to pay off to avoid prison time - "

"More fuckin' excuses! Jesus, fuck, man!" You groaned. "Who do you think can do more damage - the bloody government or my family? Huh? Look, lad, I know you've got what we're owed, so, be a good li'l boy and open the safe. Huh?"

"Fucking do it, Dad!"

"What're you doing, Wilmer? What are you waiting for!? You can't play this game! You'll get us all killed!"

"I don't have the money! How can I pay with what I don't have!?"

"Why do I not believe that?" You mused to Tan.

"'Cause you've been in this business a helluva lot longer than he has," Tangerine / Aaron answered. "You know a rat when you smell one, I reckon."

You nodded, then pulled your gun out again, aiming, and firing at Eddie's knee to shatter his kneecap. Blood splattered onto the couch. He screamed in agony, you raging above the panicked cries and shocked shouts, "Do I have your fucking attention now, Mr. DeLano?"

Edward sobbed in pain, trying to staunch the bleeding, Mrs. Delano gasping and shrieking. "Do whatever they want, Wilmer! For fuck's sake! Just do it!"

"Listen to your wife, mate," Lemon advised. "Unhappy wife, unhappy life, innit?"

You aimed at Eddie's other knee, firing, causing another flurry of screaming, crying, and begging. "If you want your son t'only have two bullets in 'im, I suggest you get moving!" You barked, aiming at Wilmer. "Now!"

"Well, wait a tick," Tangerine halted, "if we're both on the job, how's it gonna look if the geezer's telling us the truth, hey? Who gets the money?"

"Let's find it first, darlin', distribute later," you breathed as Casey finished setting up the automatic money counter. "Mr. DeLano? I advise you to do what we're asking. See, I use to duck hunt - I'm an excellent shot. The next bullet's goin' in your son's head and I never miss. Now, where's the fucking money!?"

"I don't have it! Please!"

"The money, DeLano, where's the fucking money!?"

"Please - "

"You want a dead son!?"

"All right!" He sobbed, "All right, fine! Yes, you win! Just please, please! Don't hurt my family anymore! Please, just leave them alone! I'll do what you want, just - leave them out of this!"

You nodded, "Well, you fucked with my Daddy's money. Only right I cripple you in a sense. Hey? Now, chop chop," you checked your watch for the time, "I'm a very busy bee and don't have all night."

"You're a smart lad, DeLano, we know you would've wanted to prep for a comfy fall if it came to it," Lemon laughed easily from beside you. "Ain't no way you're bone dry, know you have money stashed for security. Just c'mon, mate, these two sickos consider this a sort of foreplay, they'll go all fuckin' night with yah if you continue to refuse," he gestured at you and Tan.

You tacked on, "Lotta places to shoot someone without killin' 'em. Just saying..."

Wilmer stood from the couch, his wife shooting across the newly vacated space to embrace her whimpering son. The money launderer approached the Monet painting and lifted it from the wall; revealing an iron safe. You shared a look with Tangerine, smirking as the combination was entered and the door opening.

"That's what we fuckin' thought," Tangerine sneered, seeing the stacks and stacks and stacks of money. " Fuckin' hell. Right, so, look, count up the lady first. We'll settle after," he sniffed, fluffing his suit's lapel, picking off a piece of lint.

Wilmer began handing stacks to Casey to count, one of your arms crossing over your stomach to prop up your other arm; hand limp in the air. "Faster," you demanded, the man sweating bullets.

"Oh, now, look at that," Tan mused, taking your hand to admire your fresh manicure, "you went with blue."

"Like it?"

"Looks real pretty, Bunny, but I know something these would look better wrapped around," he grinned, making you smack his stomach playfully. "You wanna go get drinks afta this? My treat."

"Sounds like a date," you accepted, Gunther storing the counted cash into the dark duffel. "How's it lookin', Casey?"

"Looks 'bout right, boss," he reported, handing over another stack of banded money. "You want me t'count the Twins up?"

"Oh, if you would please, darlin', it would be very helpful," you nodded. "But I'm having a thought, right? Stay with me, would yah?"

"Oh, go on, toots, you've got great ideas," Lemon encouraged with a chuckle.

"Not always," Casey snickered, "remember what happened in Texas? At that Western bar?"

"Oi, the electronic bull was not my fault!"

"But the incident with the tequila and donkey was!"

"Hush!" You scolded. "Listen, all right, you see, this fucker tried to stiff us all... Let's clear the safe out. Take away any safety net? Truly cripple him, set him back to nothing?"

"Sound like your father," Gunther chuckled.

"That's a compliment," you shot back. "Go on, I want the lot."

Gunther agreed, standing, and approaching the safe. He shoved Wilmer out of the way, sweeping his arm into the safe and starting to load up the duffel. "You can't do this! If you take it all, what are we supposed to do!? How is my family supposed to survive when leeches like you suck us dry!?" Wilmer barked, making the amusement drop from your face.

"Watch your tone."

"No! No, I will not! You think you're high and mighty because of your father, but you're just a spoilt little girl! You all break into my house, extort me - "

"Can you truly extort a criminal? For the money they owe other criminals?" Brian / Lemon wondered out loud as he meandered the living room, making you shrug.

"He likes playing victim," you mused, but in the time you looked over your shoulder, Wilmer charged. You gasped when his shoulder bullied into your gut, tackling you past Tangerine and into the coffee table, shattering it.

"GO! RUN!" He shouted at his family, Tangerine lunging instantly to wrangle him off of you; the breath knocked from your lungs.

"Got some fuckin' nerve, don't yah!? Touchin' my girl!?" He raged, throwing the man to the floor again. "Nobody fuckin' moves!" Aaron growled, gun pointed at Wilmer.

"Not like they can, two blown out knees," Brian grunted as he helped pick you up from the wreck.

"Yeh all right, Bunny?"

"All right, love, yeah," you answered and adjusted your dress, picking up your weapon as Tan began wailing his balled-up fist into Wilmer's face at a jackhammering pace. It was wildly attractive, watching the man you were in-love with beat the shit out of someone who offered you threat and harm. Then something caught your eye, gasping, "Oh, you rat bastard! You broke my fucking nail!"

You yanked Tan back; aiming at Wilmer, pulling the trigger to let a close-range bullet explode the man's head; leaking brain matter on the Persian carpet. You turned to Mrs. DeLano and Eddie, cocking your head as they begged and pleaded for their lives, but you weren't listening anymore. "Got it all, boss," Gunther informed, dropping the stuffed duffel. "What we doin' with them?"

"Exactly what my father would do," you decided. "No witnesses."

"PLEASE! NO, GOD! NO, DON'T, PLEASE! WE WON'T SAY ANYTHING, I SWEAR! I SWEAR! PLEASE! MERCY! MERCY MERCY!"

Three more gunshots sounded, Tangerine's gun smoking before being tucked back into his shoulder holster under his jacket. "Well," he fluffed his lapels again, sniffling harshly, "shall we be on our way, Bunny? We good here?"

"Oh, might as well - got what we needed," you agreed, grimacing when blood bloomed towards your expensive shoes. "Ugh, what a mess. I'll make a call, have this cleaned up, pose it as a murder-suicide," you side-stepped the puddle. "Gunther, Casey, take what you want from this place, get the cash back to the stash house. I'm gonna grab a drink with the lads," you smirked, looping your arm with Aaron's.

Lemon / Brian packed up their share of the money, following behind as Tangerine / Aaron lead you from the house; placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting the end, inhaling, tossing his free arm around your neck. The night was dark and brisk, refreshing on your clammy skin as you stabilized your breathing; always a little shaken after taking life.

Call it morality.

Once in their tinted Mercedes, Brian got in the backseat, Tan rolled his window down to smoke, and you pulled out your ringing cell phone to answer, "Hi, Daddy."

He breathed in relief, "Good, you answered. Means nothing bad happened."

"That's not entirely true," you admitted. "We're leaving now."

"What happened?"

You winced, brushes already forming, "DeLano got bold, he attacked. So we left no witnesses."

"Good girl," he praised. "You feel all right?"

"Yeah, I'm good. I'm actually going to drinks with some, uh, friends," you glanced at Tangerine - seeing his lips pulled in a smirk as he started the car and pulled off down the street. "Turns out, DeLano didn't just owe us, but some coke dealer, too. Right, love?" You checked.

"Right," Aaron confirmed, reaching over to plant his hand on your thigh and give a soft squeeze.

"Right, yeah, so, he tried lying 'bout money, I shot his son's kneecaps - "

"That's my girl!"

" - and cleared the safe out. That's when DeLano attacked me - "

"WHAT!?"

"Daddy," you reprimanded softly. "I'm okay. Actually, the hired contractors on the job saved my arse - they showed up after we did with the same agenda. Gunther and Casey are gonna take the cash to a stash house, I gotta call Mr. Brooks about cleaning up."

"Did you say contractors?"

"Yeah, uh, you know, from The Agency?"

"You mean hitmen?"

"Yeah, guess you could say that. Think they're more like contract killers? Verbiage is so fickle."

"Who? Who exactly was there?"

"The Twins, Daddy. Don't worry, they're absolutely charming, only took their payment. We're gonna go for drinks, yeah?"

"Huh," he grunted, "must've been some bigwig t'send them two. Or a considerable debt." You were about to reply when he gasped in realization, "Wait, no. No, no, hang on a tick, don't bloody tell me."

"What?"

"This the lad you've got a thing for, innit? The one that sends yah flowers every other week?"

"Daddy."

"Don't tell me it's that Tangerine fucker, princess, please!"

"Oh, no, look at that, we're heading into a tunnel! I'm gonna lose the call; talk tomorrow, be safe, good luck in Prague, okay, muah! Muah! Muah! Love you! Bye, bye, bye!" You rambled quickly, blowing air kisses, then hanging up swiftly.

"The hell was that about?" Aaron chuckled. "He mad we were there?"

"Not entirely."

"Was he mad you're gettin' drinks with us?" Brian laughed from the back.

"That's a little more accurate. Well," you winced, "he was a bit testy that I'm goin' with Aaron..."

"I haven't done a damn thing to him," he grumbled.

"You do have a bit of a reputation, bruv."

You smiled sweetly, gripping Aaron's hand on your thigh, "He's my father, 'course he's gonna worry."

"'Bout time he found out, keeping you two a secret was mad frustrating, yeah? You two are disgustingly in-love."

Tangerine squeezed your thigh again, sending you a bright grin, "That we are."

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