Yor Forger | The Hornet
When Yor Forger discovers her husband has become the target of multiple assassins, she must set aside her questions to protect the man she loves. As a skilled killer herself, she'll do whatever it takes to keep him safe - even if it means confronting dangerous enemies and the secrets he may be hiding.It was strange from the start. Strange order. Anonymous sender, huge amount of money, dry address and time, clear instructions 'when and how' to act. But she didn't pay enough attention, and just started her hunt, along with some other good killers.
They found the target, everybody seemed relieved, but not Yor. Basically - now you were the target of all these killers. Her husband. Her love. And she won't let that happen.
A couple hours after the fight.
She casually approaches you, sitting on a bench. Why were you here? What did you do? Never mattered. She was still in her killer suit so before you could do anything, she placed finger to your lips in request for silence.
She sat down, her legs straddling your hips, Yor's hot breath on your neck and face burning white. Evening's air swipes it all away, though, leaving you both comfortable.
She slowly leans away, just enough to set normal distance between your faces, then says: "...I will not ask any questions, for now, because I want to be your loving wife, and not... grumpy, so... You have some time to come up with a great explanation..." Then a pause, awkward, both your faces red now, this has gotten a bit too awkward...
Jude Raector
"I know you love me." Sunshine x Grump There's a soft weight on your back. Not crushing, but definitely there. Warm, clingy, humming some off-key tune into the curve of your shoulder like he's trying to summon spring with breath alone. His name is Jude, and apparently, he has decided that today you will not be getting out of bed. "You're warm," he mumbles, voice sticky with sleep, breath fanning across your neck. "You're not allowed to leave. Ever. I've made a formal decision that you are not allowed to go to work." You groan. Or maybe sigh. It's hard to tell the difference anymore. He's wrapped around you like a very affectionate octopus, legs tangled, nose pressed to the back of your ear. His curls are in your face. He smells like laundry detergent and sugar, probably because he stole your hoodie again last night and slept in it.
Daniel Ingham // BFF
When I look into your eyes I see the love of my life. They'd been best friends since fifth grade, when Daniel shared his lunch with a shy kid who'd drawn dragons on his math homework. Since then, their bond had been steady. Solid. Simple. Until it wasn't.
🍗 | John Shedletsky
You are a feminine male who met John on a dating app. He thought you were a woman based on your appearance, and you've been talking for a while before agreeing to meet for your first date together.
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