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Pairing: Fem!Reader x Han and Fem!Reader x Bang Chan

Warnings: language, explicit smut, cheating, indecent affairs, very rich Bang Chan who can be exceedingly arrogant, mentions of alcohol and smoking; aged up characters (especially Chan)

Word Count: 11K

Genre: Marriage AU; Romance AU; Indecent Proposal AU

Summary: You love your husband more than anything else in the world, but the two of you have been arguing lately about your struggling financial situation. Things seem bleak until one night when your husband’s new boss makes you both an offer that you can’t afford to refuse.

A/N: If you’ve seen the movie “Indecent Proposal,” then you know how this goes, but I put my own little spin on the classic! Please enjoy!!

“Are you happy, Y/N?”

It was a deceiving question, basic in its premise and expectation, but you couldn’t help but falter at the unexpected doubt coloring your vision.

“I guess,” you said.

But why shouldn’t you be? You were in your prime, employed as a freelance writer, and married to your high school sweetheart,

Oh, wait...How could you forget?

You were also preparing to turn thirty-years-old in less than a week, your job wasn’t delivering stable work, and you and your husband had been arguing about the single-digit amount of savings in your join account since last year.

“That’s good to hear,” your therapist said, and you nodded even though it felt misplaced.

You both knew that it was bullshit, but since this was the last session you could afford together, your therapist was clearly trying to use up the rest of your time to her advantage. Maybe it was for the best since you hated seeing her face every Sunday afternoon.

“Jisung and I are going to Vegas with his company,” you said, startling yourself with the unexpected confession.

“That’s interesting,” your therapist said, leaving the “considering how bad off the two of you are” to fill the empty silence. “I hope you have fun. Take some time to reconnect with him.”

Because surely she had heard enough of you complaining about how your husband could turn into the world’s biggest asshole sometimes when things weren’t going his way. Or when the easy parts of your personal life were feeling far too stressful to be considered healthy. “It’s nice to get away,” you decided to say in place of anything less amiable.

“Feel free to reach out if you ever need me,” your therapist continued, offering you her business card.

“Thanks,” you said, taking it from her with a sigh. “I guess that’s it then.”

“For now,” your therapist agreed, and you left the sterile-white building feeling more burdened than when you had arrived.

It was late when you got home, and you were even more exhausted than usual, laying next to Jisung in bed as soon as you had changed into comfortable night clothes.

“Do you want to fuck?” Jisung asked later on, taking off his reading glasses to look over at you as you concentrated hard on balancing next month’s budget, including all the money you had put aside for Jisung’s company retreat.

“Not right now,” you said.

“Whatever,” Jisung grumbled, and you ignored the pain in your heart as he turned around to face away from you, turning off his lamp to bathe half of the room in darkness.

“This is too important,” you tried to argue, but Jisung wasn’t listening, and it didn’t take long for him to start snoring.

But he never understood.

“Asshole,” you whispered, gathering your things to settle down in the living room instead. Where you continued working through the night, eyes glossing over from focusing on the numbers for too long, and you were drained the next morning, barely even comprehending Jisung leaving the house for work until you heard the car’s ignition from outside.

It was somewhat of a routine at this point, and you could feel the strain in your marriage, the distance between you and Jisung increasing the longer things continued to grow worse.

Your therapist would tell you to talk things out with him, but you really didn’t feel like arguing with your husband anymore. Instead, you pushed him out of your head and slept for a few more hours before getting up to start your freelance projects. It wasn’t anything difficult, and you finished most of the work by noon, leaving you to clean the house and wait by the phone in case a potential client called you with an assignment.

But the problem was the phone never rang, and you were hardly getting any work to support your shared household income.

It was a frequent point of contention, and Jisung had been begging you to take on a full-time position for months.

Maybe you should.

Maybe it would make him happier.

But why did it feel like his happiness was always prioritized over your own?

Damn, you were starting to sound just like your former therapist.

“I made dinner,” you told him when he got home that evening, and even though it was obvious that he was wore-out, Jisung met you in the kitchen with a forced smile.

“It smells good,” he said, and there was a longing in his eyes, one that you also shared but could never fulfill.

And no amount of sex ever made it any better, but that sure as hell didn’t stop the two of you from trying to use it as an excuse to pretend that the problem didn’t exist elsewhere. “Shit, Sungie,” you gasped, nails digging into the smooth skin of his back as he fucked you on top of the counter, legs spread wide around his waist as he pummeled his hips into yours.

“Yes!” Jisung moaned, eyes rolling into the back of his head as your tight walls constricted around his length - pure, velvet warmth. “God, you’re perfect.”

“Harder!” you cried, trying to meet each of his thrusts, but finding it impossible to touch his animalistic pace, brutally stretching your pussy around him. The good kind of stretch that left you gaping long after you both came, lingering throughout the night and well into the morning as you limped around the house.

It ached and hurt, persistent and demanding, but there was always a desire for more, even when it was impossible to fulfill those empty places. But that didn’t stop you from trying, winding your fingers through Jisung’s hair to pull him closer, smashing your mouths together for a brutal kiss that only served to stoke the flames of passion sparking between the two of you. Something hot and raunchy, delicious in the exchanges of precious oxygen and the thin cord of saliva that remained when Jisung pulled back to look at you. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, parting your thighs around his hips as he studied the place where he was driving his cock between the delicate folds of your swollen labia. “Look at how well you take me.”

“Please,” you whimpered, unsure as to what you wanted from him, but it was always too much and never enough.

“I want you to come first,” Jisung said, sucking the pad of his thumb into his mouth before bringing it down against your clit.

“Oh!” you gasped because the secondary stimulation was proving to be the necessary catalyst to unwind you from the inside, and you could feel your orgasm growing stronger by the second.

“That’s it, baby,” Jisung groaned, throwing back his head as he worked on moving his hips faster, thrusting his erection with as much power as he could manage while focusing on digging harsh circles against the tight little bud between your legs.

“Coming!” you cried, closing your eyes against the first wave of pleasure, moaning when Jisung lifted your legs higher around his waist, slamming his cock between your pulsating walls.

It was a divine high, the kind that left a deep impression, riding the euphoria of your orgasm until you could feel your heart practically vibrating against your chest, leaving you breathless and throbbing in the place where Jisung continued to grind his cock. “I’m close,” he said, grunting as his hips stuttered in place, and you watched him fall over you as a familiar warmth escaped from where his cock was softening.

“S’ good,” you managed around a deep breath, trying to bring yourself back to Earth.

“You’re always so good for me,” Jisung said, eyes glossy with lust as he parted your lips around his fingers.

You puckered your lips, sucking hard and leaving him groaning. “I’m glad you’re here with me.”

“I know, Y/N, and I love you,” Jisung said, holding himself up while panting over you, eyes dark and devoted.

“I love you too,” you replied on instinct, keeping him close while the two of you basked in the afterglow of your passionate lovemaking.

One Week Later

It was raining at the airport, but you were in a good mood while following Jisung through the crowded terminal. “Are you excited?” he asked you once you stood in line to board the plane.

“Of course,” you replied, accepting his gentle kiss before he held out your tickets for the flight attendant.

But why shouldn’t you be? You had never been to Vegas before, and you were beyond excited for the trip, even if it had been painful to budget with your lousy combined incomes.

“I’m gonna treat you so good, baby,” Jisung whispered to you on the plane, finalizing his promise with another heart-stopping kiss.

“I love you,” you said, smiling when you heard the words in return.

It was always a promise that you could both keep, no matter how hard things got in your lives, and you could always rely on Jisung even when your own mind turned against you. Sure, it would be nice to have more financial stability, but the two of you would eventually achieve that goal, just as long as you kept working hard.

The idea of being happy all the time seemed impossible, and you were grateful for what you had, holding tightly to Jisung’s hand as he hailed down a taxi cab to take you to your hotel upon your arrival in Vegas.

“A couple’s retreat?” the driver asked when you were both settled inside.

“Something like that,” Jisung agreed, and it was half-way true, even if Jisung’s company was the main reason you were both enjoying the unfamiliar sights of the Vegas strip - blinding lights, crowded streets, and loud music. Everything was organized chaos, and you could see why so many people loved it.

“It’s beautiful,” you said to Jisung when your taxi cab arrived at your hotel.

“What do you want to do first?” Jisung asked, taking both of your suitcases as you led the way to check-in.

“Do you have to meet with your co-workers?” you asked, reminding yourself that this trip had a larger reason behind it.

“Not until the morning,” Jisung laughed, and he signed the copy of the room notice before dragging you to the elevators. “It’s you and me tonight, baby. Wanna check out the poker tables?”

You rolled your eyes because you both knew that Jisung had no idea how to play cards. “Looking around sounds nice.”

“Whatever you want,” Jisung promised, and after your things were settled in your lavish suite, he made good on escorting you around the impressive gambling floor - nothing but slot machines with bright color sequences and a vast expanse of tables with every kind of game you could want.

It was almost too much to look at, and you were grateful to focus on one thing when Jisung paused next to the craps table. “Do you want to try?” you asked, smirking at the curious look in his eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, giving you a quick kiss before exchanging a twenty for some chips. “I’ll put it all on Pass.”

“Pass!” the dealer said, dragging Jisung’s chips closer. “Your roll.”

Jisung grabbed the dice from the table, bringing them closer to you with a smirk. “Kiss for good luck?”

You rolled your eyes, but entertained his request, brushing your lips against his knuckles before pulling back and watching him flick his wrist as the dice bounced across the table. “Seven!�� the dealer announced, and you and Jisung were both surprised to win, watching as two piles of chips were pushed in your direction.

“Holy shit!” you gasped, and Jisung nodded his agreement, taking all the chips before bidding the dealer a good night. “Did you see that?” you asked, unable to stop yourself from giggling as Jisung pocketed the chips.

“I guess I have enough to treat you to a drink,” he said, and you followed him to the bar where he ordered you both something strong.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” you asked him, feeling far more jubilant than before as you downed most of the contents, wincing at the sting.

“You need to loosen up,” Jisung said. “I know you’ve been planning for the trip, so I want you to enjoy yourself.”

“Cheers to that!” you said, tapping your glass against Jisung’s and enjoying the rest of your drink.

And for a while, you actually found yourself letting go of all the worries leading up to the vacation, drinking and laughing with your husband as you played on some of the slot machines and observed some of the more serious poker games.

The alcohol sat pleasantly on your stomach, and you were losing yourself to the buzz dulling most of your anxieties. “Jisung,” you said at one point, leaning closer to him as you sat together outside by the pool. “You look really good tonight.”

Jisung smiled, bringing you in for a kiss that turned heated despite the people surrounding you. “Slow down, baby,” Jisung said, breaking your exchange and ignoring your pout.

“Let’s go to the room,” you said, lowering your tone as you trailed one finger down his toned arm.

“Maybe later,” Jisung said, but he dangled the key in front of you. “If you want, then you can go upstairs.”

“You don’t want to come?” you asked with a pout.

“I’ve been watching,” Jisung admitted with a shrug. “I know we’ve been having a lot of problems with money, but I think I can take what we brought and turn it into enough to end most of our debt.”

“Jisung,” you said, sobering up in an instant. “What if you lose?”

“Don’t worry,” he said, and you could tell that he had already made up his mind. “I know when to stop.”

“Okay,” you agreed, but it was a reluctant acquiescence because you wanted nothing more than to have him in your arms. “I’ll see you later.”

“Have fun, baby,” Jisung said, and you frowned when he slid you his credit card. “Call room service and take care of yourself.”

“Sure,” you agreed, pocketing the card since you had no intention of using it. “Call me if you need anything.”

Jisung nodded, waving you off as he rose from his chair, and you watched with an overhanging sense of dread as he rejoined the crowded gambling room.

You waited for as long as you could, but midnight trickled by with no sign of your husband returning to the room.

Eventually, you must’ve fallen asleep from the excitement, and you only woke-up again the next morning when you attempted to reach out for Jisung in bed next to you, only to discover empty space.

“Sungie?” you said, filling the empty room with your voice.

But you could’ve sworn you had heard the door open at one point, so you dressed yourself and ventured out of the bedroom.

Your Vegas suite was fairly large, and the bedroom was connected to the main room by a narrow hallway with another room on the opposite end. Maybe Jisung had slept in the wrong room on accident?

It seemed plausible, until you heard the sound of someone moving around in the kitchen, and you quickly followed the noises to find your husband bent over the counter, head hanging low.

“Jisung, what’s wrong?” you asked, approaching your husband to soothe a hand down his back.

But you were completely unprepared for the way he began to lash out.

“I lost it, okay?” he snapped, jerking himself into an upright stance. “All the money we brought, I blew it on the slot machines.”

“Jisung-”

“Fuck, I can’t believe it!” Jisung shouted, interrupting your attempt to speak. “I was doing so well, and I didn’t even realize things were going bad until I almost used our bank card to pull out more money.”

You exhaled harshly, realizing that if Jisung had spent all of your money, then he also accessed some of your savings since you had brought extra cash in case of an emergency. “Oh my god.”

You stumbled back against the wall, holding your chest because you could feel the start of a panic attack taking root. But how else were you supposed to react to Jisung’s confession? He had spent all the money you would both need to pay rent and buy important necessities.

“This is so screwed up,” Jisung growled, rubbing a rough hand across his disheveled face.

“That was everything,” you said, swallowing hard as your detail-oriented brain attempted to come up with an alternative, but you saw no light on the other end.

“Y/N,” Jisung said, and his voice was calmer as he looked at you. “I’m so sorry. I thought I could make things better.”

“But you made them worse,” you said, closing your eyes against an onslaught of tears, feeling as if your entire world was crashing down around you.

“Baby, no,” Jisung said, hurrying over to catch you before your body crumbled to the floor. “We’ll be okay, you know? I can always take out a loan.”

“To pay for the other loans?” you asked in a much harsher tone that you usually reserved for your husband.

“I promise I’ll make it better,” Jisung said, and he groaned when his phone started ringing. “It’s my boss again. He wanted to meet me in his room this morning.”

Jisung silenced the call, holding your face between his hands. “I promise nothing bad will happen to us, and maybe I can ask my boss for an advance on my next paycheck to help cover expenses.”

Your brain knew better than that, understanding that one paycheck wouldn’t cover those lost savings, but this was Jisung. Your sweet and kind husband, and you didn’t feel like arguing. “Okay,” you said, accepting the gentle kisses he pecked along your wet lashes.

“We’ll figure this out,” Jisung said. “But let’s not worry about it until we get back home. Can you put some clothes on for me, baby? I want you to come meet my boss with me.”

“Yeah,” you said, nodding your head as you allowed Jisung to lead you both back into the bedroom.

“Everything will be fine,” Jisung said, and you allowed him to delude your mind even though nothing could be further from the truth.

Jisung’s boss was a powerful man named Mr. Bang, and his net-worth made Jeff Bezos and Elon Musk pale in comparison.

You were nervous to meet him, and it didn’t help that you were still upset from earlier.

“Deep breaths,” Jisung instructed you when he knocked on Mr. Bang’s door. “Don’t worry about anything.”

It was easy for him to say since everything was his fault, but you swallowed down your anger and pasted on your best smile when the door opened - revealing an older gentleman with dark brown hair and eyes, wrinkles edging some of the corners of his features, exposing the effects of age.

But he was still undeniably handsome, and his eyes took a long moment to gloss over you. “Mr. Han,” Mr. Bang said, finally looking away from you. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Of course, sir,” Jisung said, placing his hand on your lower back as you were both invited inside. “It’s been a rough morning.”

“Oh?” Mr. Bang questioned, following you both into the main room. “Why is that?”

You held your breath when Jisung hesitated. “Just some money stuff.”

“Ah,” Mr. Bang acknowledged. “It’s personal.”

“It’s nothing to worry about,” Jisung insisted, and Mr. Bang shrugged off his coat as he accepted the reassurance, reaching for a pack of cigars.

“Well, I’m excited to talk with you this morning. Would you both like to join me in the other room? I heard that Jisung enjoys playing pool.”

“Absolutely,” Jisung agreed with a smile - one that managed to disguise all the horrible realities that existed outside of this impeccable suite.

You took another deep breath, fixing a smile in place when Mr. Bang turned to look at you. “This must be your wife.”

“Y/N,” you said, holding out your hand for him, and trying not to feel disconcerted by the obvious interest in his gaze.

“Y/N,” he repeated, looking back ahead of himself as he brought you both into a far simpler room - sparsely furnished with the exception of the pool table in the middle of the area. “Do either of you mind if I smoke? It’s a bad habit.”

He chuckled at the end, waiting for your combined approval before lighting one of the cigars and bringing it to his lips.

“You’re welcome to go first,” Mr. Bang said, selecting one of the pool sticks against the wall. “I’d love to be informal with you.”

“That sounds great,” Jisung said, and you watched him bend over the table as he broke the balls at the center, sending them flying in all directions. “I was really honored to receive your invitation.”

“Were you?” Mr. Bang asked with a smile. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“You’re a bit of an enigma around the office, Mr. Bang,” Jisung said, and his boss chuckled in response.

“Please, call me Chan,” he continued, taking his turn at the table after Jisung missed his shot, cigar dangling from his lips. “How are you both enjoying Vegas?”

“I think we’re having a lot of fun,” Jisung said, and the response irritated you a little as you cleared your throat, nose wrinkling as some of the cigar smoke reached you.

“It’s quite beautiful,” you said, and Chan found your eyes after landing his first shot.

“Yes, it is,” he agreed. “You know, Jisung, you talk about me being an enigma around the office. Why is that?”

You flinched at the sound of the balls smashing together, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you focused on your husband. “Well,” Jisung shrugged. “I think it’s because you have so much more than the rest of us. Not that it’s a bad thing.”

“Really?” Chan asked, standing up straight as he shot you a knowing look. “You do have something that I don’t have.”

You found yourself blushing at the comment, and Jisung studied his boss with narrowed eyes. “I guess there’s a limit to what money can buy.”

“Not mine,” Chan said, putting out the cigar with a satisfied smirk. “I can afford anything.”

You didn’t like his attitude, finding yourself jumping into the conversation without being provoked. “Some things aren’t for sale,” you said, watching as Chan bent over the pool table once again.

“Like what?” he asked.

“Well, you can’t buy people,” you said, and he stood tall again with a sigh.

“That’s naïve of you, Y/N,” he said. “I buy people everyday.”

“I don’t mean in business,” you argued. “I meant something more like...when your emotions are involved.”

“So, you can’t buy someone’s love?” Chan questioned, and you didn’t like the way he was laughing. “Jisung, I hope you don’t feel the same way.”

“Of course,” Jisung said, shaking his head. “I agree with Y/N.”

“Really?” Chan smiled. “Then, maybe we should put that to the test.”

“What do you mean?” Jisung asked, and he exchanged a quick look with you - one filled with uncertainty.

“How much?” Mr. Bang asked.

“How much?” Jisung repeated, and he studied his boss with a confused expression. “What do you mean?”

Mr. Bang chuckled, and you frowned at the obvious condescension. “I mean, how much for one night with your wife?”

“Oh...” Jisung trailed off, and the room quickly filled with silence - awkward and heavy.

“Why so tense?” Chan eventually asked, and you shook your head because he knew exactly why the two of you were suddenly less than enthusiastic.

“You can’t be serious,” Jisung eventually said, reaction surprisingly neutral.

“I’m completely serious,” Chan continued, never breaking a sweat as he continued to take his turn at the pool table. “I’ll give you $1,000,000 dollars,” Chan said. “That would be enough to keep you in a life of luxury.”

“Sir,” Jisung said, and you could tell that he was caught off-guard, trying to find the right words to prevent offense to his boss, but you didn’t have to extend the same courtesy.

“No,” you said, keeping your tone firm. “He would tell you to go to hell.”

“I didn’t hear that from him,” Chan said, and you fixed Jisung with the sternest glare you could manage.

“Yeah,” Jisung said. “I’d tell you to go to hell.”

Chan sighed, pocketing the coveted eight ball with a quick motion. “I guess that proves me wrong, then,” Chan said. “But I’ll at least say this: $1,000,000 dollars is a lifetime of security. Think about it, talk it over first, and then you can forget all about this conversation.”

It should’ve been over after that without any further consideration, but you were disappointed to see that Jisung was still distracted as you sat together in your room later that night - long after leaving Chan’s suite.

“You’re still thinking about it,” you said, drawing his attention.

“Of course not, baby,” he said, but it wasn’t convincing.

“Would you seriously be okay with me spending the night with some pompous billionaire? you huffed. “He would obviously want to fuck me.”

“Well, I can’t say I blame him,” Jisung tried to joke, but the situation was far too serious.

“Sungie...”

“Look, I get it, Y/N. Marriage is sacred, and I respect you for that, but we both can’t ignore how much this would change our lives! It’s a million fucking dollars.”

“He’s an old perv,” you growled. “Would you seriously sell me out?”

“That’s not what this is,” Jisung argued. “I’m not selling you out.”

“Sleeping with a stranger for a million dollars is selling me out,” you said. “I don’t even like him...”

“It’s fine,” Jisung interrupted. “It was just a made-up scenario, and I would never force you to do anything.”

“Good,” you said, turning on your side to switch off the lamp. “He can’t just expect that from someone. It’s crazy!”

“I know, baby,” Jisung whispered quietly to you, and you knew that you were both exhausted from the chaos of your day together.

Sleep was what you needed, but it wasn’t coming.

Instead, you were loathe to admit that your mind had returned to that indecent proposal from Jisung’s boss, thinking about the last thing he said.

One lifetime of security.

You would never have to worry about money again...but what about your relationship? Would it suffer because of such an illicit affair?

You tossed and turned all night, feeling Jisung do the same thing.

Think about it.

God, that’s all you were doing, and when the sun was starting to rise again from the coverage of your blinds, you rolled over to look at Jisung, unsurprised to see him wide-awake. “If we do this,” you said, “it wouldn’t mean anything.”

“Of course not,” Jisung said. “It would still be the two of us against the rest of the world.”

You nodded, studying the gentle brown of Jisung’s eyes. The weight of such a consequential decision hung over both of your heads, and you sucked up every last ounce of pride you had when you came to a conclusion: “Call him,” you said, and Jisung’s eyes widened. “Tell him we’ll take the money.”

“Y/N, are you sure?” Jisung asked, and he was cautiously reaching out for his cellphone.

“I’m sure,” you said, although you didn’t feel as confident as you would like, turning onto your back to study the ceiling overhead.

The date and time were arranged for the following evening, and you could barely meet Chan’s gaze when he met you outside his suite.

“Just relax,” he whispered to you, inviting you outside onto the extended balcony attached to his penthouse where he proceeded to pour two glasses of champagne.

The cold air of the night hit you in the face like a firm slap, forcing you from the haze you had surrendered to when you first walked into the room. A wake-up call that this was happening, and the man next to you was not your husband.

You nearly drained your first glass of champagne, feeling the alcohol give you some much-needed courage. “Y/N,” Chan said, standing next to you in a suit that likely cost more than your and Jisung’s last paychecks combined. “I want to ask you what your expectations are of this evening.”

You shrugged, staring out over the bannister. “I thought we were just gonna fuck,” you replied, even if the words were a little crude.

Chan laughed at your comment. “Is that so?”

“I don’t see what’s funny,” you said. “You’re the one who has to buy women.”

“You think I have to buy women?” Chan asked. “Because that couldn’t be further from the truth.”

You hesitated, sensing him growing closer. “Why me, then?”

“I bought you because you said you couldn’t be bought,” Chan replied, stepping closer to drop his hand on top of yours.

“I can’t be bought,” you argued, even though everything leading up to this moment was proving the contrary.

“Really?” he asked, and you begrudgingly shook your head.

“I don’t know why I’m doing this.”

“You might enjoy yourself,” Chan said with a seductive smirk. “This isn’t meant to be a punishment.”

“I know that,” you said, holding your breath when his lips touched the shell of your ear.

“Damn, you’re unbelievably gorgeous,” Chan said, and his free hand was trailing down your spine. “Come with me into the bedroom.”

You gave him a shaky nod, following him back inside while taking in several deep breaths as you greeted the darkness of the room, discarding your champagne on the side table. “What now?”

“Take off your dress,” Chan said, and you squinted your eyes to see him falling down into one of the chairs.

Despite the cold air of the night, everything inside was heating up again.

“Okay,” you whispered, reaching back for your zipper, and holding it between trembling fingers as you unhitched the material, allowing it to fall down your body like an avalanche of blue as it pooled around your ankles.

You heard Chan’s sharp intake of breath, feeling his eyes trail over every inch of your lingerie-clad form. “Get on the bed,” he said, and you obeyed at once, trying to make yourself comfortable on top of the mattress.

But it was hard when you noticed Chan approaching the bedside, removing his jacket and shirt to reveal a lean, muscular torso - one that had undoubtedly been built after long hours in the gym. “This is my favorite part,” Chan said, shoving down his jeans and boxers without shame, and his cock sprang up against his abdomen with an impressive girth. “I like to see the way a woman’s eyes look at me. How their breath hitches when I touch them for the first time.”

He followed through on his promise, sliding his fingers down the smooth skin of your stomach with a feather-like touch before they paused at the waistband of your panties. “Take these off,” he said, and you did your best to wrangle off the flimsy fabric, pushing it aside with your toes as Chan’s eyes zeroed in on your delicate mound. “When I fuck a woman, I make sure she comes...several times.”

You shivered at that, hearing his tone grow huskier as he instructed you to open your thighs, giving himself enough room to crawl on the bed and settle down between your open legs. It was already so revealing, and you couldn’t believe you were in this position, exposing everything to him. “Do you use protection?” he asked, and you nodded. “I’d like to fuck you raw, but only with your consent.”

You nodded again, gasping when his long, thin fingers started to carefully penetrate you, scissoring around your entrance - teasing curls that did nothing but trigger your body’s instinctual arousal. Especially as the room around you continued to grow warmer, almost as hot as Chan’s lips as they scalded your skin, lifting one of your legs higher against his arm.

“You deserve to be worshipped,” Chan whispered against your thigh. “If I had a woman like you, I’d do my best to make you happy.”

“Fuck,” you couldn’t help but curse, feeling him use his other hand to start moving his fingers even faster, gliding them against the greedy walls of your pussy as your body demanded you for more of the sweet addiction.

There was already a light sheen of sweat forming on your skin, and your heart was beating faster and faster, matching the pace of his fingers. Eventually, he leaned down to take your clit between his lips, dropping your thigh back onto the mattress before sucking hard and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.

You gasped, hips arching without your approval, grinding closer to the source of that immeasurable pleasure. It was wet and sensual, creating the gentlest of sensations that traveled all the way to your toes.

You could feel Chan smirking, lips barely touching your clit before he properly opened his mouth wide to lave his tongue across the throbbing area. It felt so good, and you were practically humping his face to gain more of his delicious mouth.

He was learning your signs, hands holding your waist as he listened to every hitch of your breath, knowing when to speed up and slow down. It was like a well-rehearsed dance, swipes of his tongue across your folds, pressing firmly against your clit when he returned to the delicate organ.

It felt like pure heaven, bringing you higher and higher to a much-needed release, and it had been a long time since a man had made you experience such white hot lust from just his tongue.

“Cum for me,” Chan whispered, and he nipped at your clit, and the tinge of pain was enough to send you spiraling into your first orgasm of the night.

“Oh!” you groaned, grabbing his hair to pull him back when his sucking was starting to feel too painful right after coming so hard.

“What a good girl,” Chan said, looking down at you with a sheen of arousal coating his lips.

It was obscene, forcing you to close your eyes against the image, but you cried out when he pinched one of your nipples, causing you to open them again.

“Do me a favor and look at me while I’m fucking you, Y/N,” Chan murmured, hooded gaze meeting your struggling one - trying not to succumb to his advances, even though he was making it incredibly hard, wrist almost imperceptible with the way he was stretching you open again, pussy gaping as you felt yourself leaking uncontrollably.

“I’ll try,” you whispered, heart thundering against your chest as Chan removed his fingers only to align his cock with your entrance, dipping just the tip into your eager heat.

“Moan for me as much as you want,” Chan said, and he was bottoming out without hesitation, moving slow to prevent any pain while you got used to the stretch.

It was different from how Jisung fucked you, thrusting into you impossibly fast from the very first moment he impaled you on his cock.

There was something caring about it, and you adjusted quickly to Chan’s girth, grinding your hips subtly just to feel very inch of his generous erection. “Good girl,” Chan cooed, and he brought his cock to a deeper roll, moving back to leave only the head before forcing himself inside once again, picking up speed as your moans continued to grow louder in volume, signaling your approach to a second release.

It was beyond amazing, and you swallowed down your embarrassment from the noises he was punching from your lungs, opening your eyes as he started to move even faster, thrusting his cock between your legs at a rhythmic pace.

He was hitting your g-spot on every deep penetration, granulating in and out at a steady pace that was so unbelievably fulfilling.

You never expected it feel this good, slick from your pussy gushing at an embarrassing rate, creating an even smoother slide. But the squelching sounds were incredibly loud, filling your ears just like his cock was filling your cunt...the best kind of fullness.

You were being stroked just right, moaning when Chan shifted his hips to thrust into you at a new angle, holding your legs over his shoulders as he practically bent you in half.

His lips were warm when they connected with yours, and there was a strange desire to sink into the kiss and lose yourself there forever. But your pussy was throbbing with need - an impossible want for the man reaching all the way to your cervix.

It felt amazing when his fingers brushed across your sensitive clit, rubbing generous circles against the tight nub. He started snapping his hips at a faster rate, slapping against your hips with every thrust, holding onto your hips with a bruising grip that would leave reminders of him for days.

But maybe that was his intention.

Chan growled, plunging into your sore cunt time and time again. He was practically pounding you with how hard he was going, like he was trying to prove a point, and maybe he wanted to since nothing could have ever prepared you for how euphoric his cock was making you feel.

“Are you gonna cum again?” Chan whispered, gazing so fondly into your eyes.

You couldn’t speak, only managing a nod when he started to rub even faster at your clit, and you let out the loudest moan of the night when you were unraveling yet again, sinking into a third orgasm that left you drained.

It was a rollercoaster of overstimulation, and Chan realized this and gave a few stuttered kicks of his hips before he was filling you up with his cum, groaning and grunting as he leaned over you.

Your legs were numb from being spread wide for so long, and you weren’t sure that you would ever catch your breath, listening to the sound of Chan whispering sweet endearments from next to you as you realized that nothing would ever be same after this.

The next morning, you woke-up alone, but there was a note waiting for you on the nightstand.

Y/N,

Join us in the kitchen when you’re ready.

- Chan

“Us?” you repeated aloud, feeling a sense of dread as you stumbled on weak legs to gather your clothes.

You were incredibly sore between your legs, a reminder that last night actually happened, and you had slept with your husband’s boss for a big paycheck.

“It’s worth it,” you tried to reassure yourself, walking from the bedroom and into the kitchen with a subtle limp. “Nothing will change.”

But hindsight is 20/20, and you can’t predict the future. Still, your first sign should’ve been the strange image of Chan and Jisung sitting together in the kitchen, like they were having a casual breakfast together,

“There you are!” Chan greeted you upon your arrival, but you barely paid him any attention, eyes immediately finding Jisung’s.

Your husband was sitting next to Chan at the table, and there was a buffet of food displayed on elegant kitchenware. “What’s going on?”

“Breakfast,” Chan said, indicating towards the empty chair next to Jisung. “Please join us.”

You nodded, finally breaking your intense stare-down with Jisung to carefully sit down next to him.

Suddenly, it was difficult to acknowledge his presence, memories of last night resurfacing and causing you to blush at the obscene images. “I hope you slept well,” Chan said, and his plate was completely covered as he ate without a single care in the world. “Last night...it was amazing, Y/N.”

You could feel Jisung shift from next to you, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to look at him. “Chan-”

“As promised,” Chan interrupted as he reached into the pocket of his expensive suite jacket, producing a thin slip of paper, and he slid the check in Jisung’s direction. “Thank you both for everything.”

“Sure,” Jisung said, and his tone was short as he grabbed the check and immediately stood from the table. “We should get going.”

“So soon?” Chan questioned, mouth stuffed impossibly full. “You’re more than welcome to anything you want.”

“We’re fine,” Jisung insisted, and he took your hand with a firm grip. “I know you’ll understand, Mr. Bang.”

“Ah!” Chan grinned. “Formalities again?”

But Jisung ignored him, turning to look at you with a gleam in his eyes that you couldn’t decipher. “Let’s go home,” Jisung said, and he tried for a smile which you couldn’t match as he led the two of you as far from Bang Chan as you could manage.

Tragically, your return home was nothing triumphant, and it should’ve felt so good to finally pay off so many bills and debts.

But it didn’t.

Everything felt hollow inside.

You also couldn’t help but notice that it was becoming increasingly difficult to talk to Jisung. Because every time you looked into his eyes, you were reminded of your impassioned affair in Vegas. It wasn’t fair to either of you, but you had no idea how to fix your relationship.

How could this be fair? You no longer had money problems forcing that divide between the two of you? In fact, you had no problems at all, and you were both entertaining the idea of moving into a bigger place and quitting your jobs.

So, what was missing? What was wrong with the way things were now that your joint account was filled to the maximum?

The answer was obvious, but you both refused to talk about it, and every second spent in each other’s company only served to carve an even deeper rift. Something so painful that you could barely share the same bed as your husband.

You couldn’t believe that things were so bad, even a month after your night with Chan, and nothing was going right. But what could you do? There was no easy solution, and it certainly didn’t help when you received a phone call from an unknown number one morning, accepting it with hesitation, only to be greeted with a strikingly familiar tone: “Hello, Y/N,” Chan said from the other end, and you immediately sat down on the edge of your bed.

“Chan?”

“How are you?” Chan asked with a pleasant tone. “I thought I might check in on my favorite couple.”

You frowned at his mocking tone. “Thanks, but we’re fine.”

“I’m glad to hear that! And I hope the money goes a long way for you and Jisung,” Chan said, and you clenched the phone tighter between your hands.

“It’s been helpful,” you said, even though the words didn’t seem to match the life you were currently living.

“Well, I’m in town for lunch this afternoon,” Chan continued. “I thought it might be nice just to catch up with you. Would you care to join me?”

You hesitated, looking around your empty bedroom with desperate eyes. “I don’t know if that’s the best idea...”

“Oh, please it’s just one lunch,” Chan said, and it was almost impossible to resist him. But that must be why he was such a good businessman. “One lunch.”

You sighed, already feeling yourself giving in to him. “One lunch,” you agreed, parroting back the response because it felt like your body was moving on auto-pilot, having lost the familiar spark ever since you came back from Vegas.

Chan’s chosen location was a gorgeous downtown restaurant that had more Michelin stars than the places you sometimes watched on TV.

It was beyond elegant, and you found Chan waiting for you at the door after having a car bring you to him. “Good morning,” he said with a cheeky tone, meeting you halfway as he offered his arm to you - the perfect gentleman.

“This was unexpected,” you said, allowing him to escort you inside, greeting the man at the front who seemed to instantly recognize Chan, leading you both to a private room away from the others.

“I wanted to do this,” Chan said. “I thought we could talk a little.”

“Is that it?” you asked, taking the menu and gaping at the immense prices.

Chan seemed to notice, smiling at your awed expression. “Have anything you want,” Chan said. “I’m buying.”

“Oh, I can’t possibly let you do that...” you said because then it would feel like a date, and that was as far from what you wanted as possible.

“Don’t concern yourself,” Chan said. “Everything is good here, and you deserve it.”

You weren’t sure that you liked the sound of that, but you didn’t complain as you requested that he order something for both of you instead of trying to interpret the gauche-sounding entrees.

“Now,” Chan said once your waiter left the room. “Let’s talk about you.”

“Me?” you questioned, sipping gingerly at your water glass. “What about me?”

“I want to know everything,” Chan said. “All of it.”

“Everything?” you repeated, shrugging as you blushed. “There’s not much to tell.”

“I can hardly believe that,” Chan said. “What about your job?”

“I’m a freelance writer,” you said, nodding when you realized that he was genuine. “Kinda hard in the city though.”

“But you’re doing what you love?” Chan asked, and he grinned at your confirmation. “Then that’s all that matters.”

Could it be so simple? you wondered, remembering all the countless arguments you and Jisung had shared because, according to him, your job was hardly considered career-worthy. “I love writing.”

“Then you must be a big reader,” Chan remarked. “All the best writers are.”

You swooned at his smooth conversation. “I have shelves full of the classics.”

“What’s your favorite?” Chan asked.

“Jane Eyre,” you admitted, and Chan raised a brow.

“I like that about you,” he said. “It fits: the idea of a bright young woman falling in love with the enigmatic billionaire.”

You met his gaze, recalling how Jisung had aligned the term “enigmatic” with Chan on the night you made your unholy deal. Was there a deeper meaning, then? “I love the prose,” you replied instead, thinking the subject might return to Chan.

But it never did. In fact, Chan kept all the questions about you, engaging you in a way that you had never experienced with another man. Like he cared so much about the person underneath, and his probing gaze was seeing past the outside in a way that spoke to your very soul.

And you couldn’t help but compare him to Jisung: a very dangerous thing to do.

“That was nice,” you said after you had both eaten. “It was good to see you again.”

“I agree,” Chan said, ever the businessman as his hand fell low around your waist, taking you back outside the restaurant. “Should we make plans for tomorrow?”

You almost laughed, until you read his expression and realized that he was serious. “What?”

“Y/N,” Chan said, and his tone was intense. “I can’t stop thinking about Vegas.”

“Chan,” you whined, trying to pull away, but his hold was firm.

“If you were with me,” Chan purred, and it was a lethal sound that was as smooth as the hand traveling up and down your back. “I could give you everything you wanted and more.”

“I can’t,” you insisted, and there was an image of Jisung in your head when you managed to escape him. “That was only one time.”

“I think you and I both know that it meant more than that,” Chan said, and you could deny it all you wanted, but there was an insistent throbbing at the back of your skull.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you lied, ignoring the scoff that escaped him while calling for the valet to bring the car Chan had organized for you.

“At least take my business card,” Chan said, and he was holding the small piece of printed paper out for you, but you knew that going down that path would only make things worse.

“I can’t accept it,” you said, returning your attention to the valet as he opened the back door.

“That’s a shame,” Chan said, but he was as persistent as ever, leaning close to press a kiss across your cheek. “You can always call me. If you ever need anything.”

You nodded, feeling somewhat disoriented as you sat down against the leather seat, swallowing hard when you could still see Chan from the rearview mirror.

By the time you returned home, it was already late, and you were glad to see Jisung when you sat your purse down onto the counter. “Hey,” you said, and Jisung glanced up from where he was reading the newspaper.

“Hey,” he replied. “How was lunch?”

You swallowed hard because you hadn’t told Jisung who you ate lunch with. “It was good.”

He nodded - a short dismissal, and it you decided to freshen up in the bathroom, taking a quick shower just to wash off the lingering traces of Chan.

But maybe it was foolish to think that water could wash away everything that had happened - those traces would never simply vanish.

When you walked back out into the main room, you were stunned to see Jisung putting on his coat. “Jisung,” you said, watching your husband rush around the living room. “Are you busy?”

“Just gong to meet some friends,” Jisung replied.

Distracted. Uninterested in you.

“Oh,” you said. “I thought we could spend some time together?”

“Yeah?” Jisung snorted, and you were shocked to hear him sound so abrasive...at least until he marched up to you waving around a business card. “And what the fuck is this, huh? I found it in your bag.”

He flung the card at you, and you sighed when you saw Chan’s name at the top - he must’ve snuck the card into your purse when you weren’t looking. “It’s nothing,” you said, but Jisung only laughed - a sound devoid of all humor. “Why the fuck are you going through my things?”

“Does it matter?” he huffed. “You can’t get enough of him, can you?” he asked, and you were like a tea kettle that had been sitting on the burner for way too long - practically erupting from the top.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“What do you think?” Jisung smarted back. “You’re obviously still seeing him, spreading your legs for his cock like a bitch in heat. I guess one night wasn’t enough for you.”

“How dare you!” you yelled, getting right in Jisung’s face. “You want to know what happened? He slipped the card into my purse when I met him for lunch today, but I had never even spoken to him until then.”

“You expect me to believe that?” Jisung spat, narrowing his eyes. “You’re a fucking whore, Y/N. Throwing yourself at a rich man like Bang Chan just because he can buy you nice stuff.”

“What’s money got to do with anything?”

“It obviously means everything!” Jisung shouted. “It’s what got us into this fucking mess into the first place.”

“You mean, the mess you made when you gambled all our money away?”

“Are you really going to throw that back in my face?” Jisung seethed. “I was trying to make things better for us!”

“Good job,” you snickered. “Since we’re so fucking happy together.”

“What do you want from me?” Jisung asked, throwing up his arms. “I’m obviously the biggest asshole in the world.”

“I’m glad you can admit it,” you said. “Did you ever stop to think that all that I’ve done up to this point has been for you?”

Jisung paused, opening his mouth to retaliate, but then wisely deciding to let you continue. “Did I want to go to Vegas?” you asked. “No, but I went because you wanted to impress your company, and I know you wanted to do things right, but we should’ve both known better than to bet against the house. We lost everything, and in that moment of desperation, you pressured me into sleeping with another man, and I can’t think about anything else but him whenever I look at you.”

Jisung was stunned at the admission, all traces of anger gone from his expression. “Y/N,” he said. “I had no idea.”

“Yeah?” you said, voice quivering as you wiped away your tears. “Well, now you do.”

Jisung bowed his head, and you decided that you were done waiting for something to change, marching into your bedroom to grab your phone and dialing the first number you remembered.

“Chan,” you whispered when he greeted you on the other end. “Can I come over?”

There was only a split second of silence before Chan’s voice was soothing the raging storm inside of you. “I’ll send a car.”

It was almost midnight when your driver pulled up outside of a lavish home in the suburbs: huge, towering columns and Greco-Roman architecture making the place seem more like a mausoleum.

But it wasn’t the home itself that brought you comfort; rather, the people living within it who always made things seem safe and welcoming, and Chan was sure to greet you at the door, opening his arms wide to accept your embrace. “Was it a bad fight?” he asked, and you nodded while wondering how he could’ve possibly picked up on the fact that you and Jisung had been arguing again.

Maybe he just had good intuition when it came to you, and you appreciated the understanding, allowing him to bring you into an enormous den, settling you against the couch next to him while a fire blazed in the background. “I made tea,” Chan said, reaching for the two cups waiting on the ornamental table filling the empty space at the center of the room.

“Thanks,” you said, finding your eyes drawn to the neat stack of papers that had been sitting next to the cups.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Chan asked, relaxing one arm around your shoulders, bringing you against his much-needed warmth.

“We just don’t get along anymore,” you said. “I thought having money would fix things, but everything is worse.”

“Really?” Chan asked, and he seemed to consider your words. “It might seem like a good thing, and from the standpoint of a businessman, money is a very powerful motivator.” He smiled, looking down at you with eyes glowing from the flames. “But money isn’t the solution when it comes to the people you love.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, but you had also started picking up on that yourself. “Were you busy with something?”

Chan followed your gaze, reaching out for the papers that had drawn your attention from the very first moment you sat down. “These?” Chan chuckled, and he slid them to the edge, allowing you to read the fine print across the cover. “Divorces are complicated, aren’t they?” Chan asked, and you hesitated when you realized what he was implying. “But if you have enough money, then anything is possible.”

“Chan...” you trailed off, vision blurring at the edges and making the letters bleed together - a cacophony of meaningless jargon. “What are you trying to say?”

“You’re unhappy,” Chan said, and it was an observation that wasn’t difficult to make after all that had happened. “I guess I just don’t want you to be associated with the person causing that unhappiness.”

“You want me to leave Jisung?” you said, breathing in and out because it wasn’t a simple decision that one could make on the spot - not after years of living with someone who had become a central part of your existence.

It was too much to bear, and Chan’s presence was almost suffocating, breaths heavy against the side of your neck as he whispered in your ear. “Why should you stay with him? With or without money, he can’t seem to make you smile.”

You trembled at his closeness, choking around a sob even though the atmosphere between the two of you was suddenly charged with something electric. “And then what?”

“Well, after Jisung signs them,” Chan said, and his tongue traced the lobe of your ear. “I’d love to have you for myself.”

“O-oh,” you stuttered, closing your eyes as he took you into his arms, doing nothing more than holding you, but the feelings bubbling below the surface of your skin told you more than actions or words ever could.

The next morning, Chan had his driver take you back to the apartment you shared with Jisung.

The apartment was strangely quiet, and you left the divorce papers on the table in the kitchen while you went to shower, wanting nothing more than the scalding water to provide a temporary numbness to the confusion you felt in every fiber of your being.

It was a much-needed reprieve, and when you walked back into the kitchen, you were surprised to see your husband at the table, eyes downcast. “Come sit with me, Y/N.”

You swallowed hard when you realized he was searching through the divorce papers, but you weren’t met with his anger; instead, Jisung just seemed really sad, and that was much worse. “You weren’t supposed to see that,” you said, but your husband just smiled and shook his head.

“I knew you wouldn’t come back home for nothing,” he said, sliding out the chair next to him as an invitation. “Why should you? I treated you like shit the other night.”

“We both said some really cruel things,” you said, joining him with a sigh. “Things spiraled out of control.”

“I can see that,” Jisung said, tapping his fingers against the papers. “Let’s talk about what happened.”

You shivered at the thought. “I don’t think we should-”

“No,” Jisung interrupted, but it was a gentle chide. “It’s important, so hear me out.”

It would be so hard, but you still agreed. “Okay.”

“The whole mistake in Vegas wasn’t the money,” Jisung said. “No, money might’ve caused our problems, but the mistake wasn’t wanting something to make our lives better. The real mistake was me thinking that I could just forget about it after we left. That I could easily forgive us both...What’s that old saying? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?” Jisung laughed, but it was bitter sounding. “Bullshit, right?”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “Bullshit.”

Jisung smiled. “People in love stay with each other, not because they try to forget the wrong parts, but because they’re capable of forgiving the bad. And I couldn’t do that because I thought you would want Chan after that night...that you would be right to want him. He’s so much better in every way, the better man for someone wonderful like you. But by the time I realized that it wasn’t true, that he was only better because he had more money, everything had spiraled.”

He was quiet after his confession, struggling to hold back his tears as he clicked open one of our pens and brought the papers closer. “If you really want the divorce, then I’ll give it to you,” Jisung said. “I just want you to be happy.”

Why should you stay with him? With or without money, he can’t seem to make you smile.

“Jisung...” you trailed off, unsure if there was anything you could do to change the look in his eyes.

“I’ll always love you,” Jisung said, and it was the same promise as always, but you watched with a heavy heart as he signed his name in cursive as the bottom of the form.

The divorce papers felt like an added weight in your bag as you marched into the office building of SKZ Enterprises.

It was ridiculous, really. They were just papers, made in a factory and mass-produced to be sold in stores.

But it was the symbolism they carried, the significance of Jisung’s name scribbled at the bottom of the final page that had you faltering.

Your heart was hurting, and you forced a smile when you greeted Chan’s secretary at the corner next to his big, corporate office. “I’m here to see, Mr. Bang,” you told the secretary. “Tell him my name is Y/N.”

“Of course,” she said, and you watched her disappear into the office, giving you a few critical moments to collect your thoughts.

Until you heard his voice again:

“Y/N?”

You startled at the sound of Chan’s voice, seeing him standing in front of you with a million-dollar smile on his weathered face. “Come inside?”

“Yes,” you agreed, following him into the office with the door shutting firmly behind you.

“This is a pleasant surprise,” Chan said, grabbing you hand and pressing a kiss to your lips. “Is something wrong?”

“We need to talk,” you said, and Chan’s smile disappeared.

“That doesn’t sound good,” he said, chuckling as he invited you to sit down in one of the expensive chairs next to his desk. “Do you need anything? I can call for some tea.”

“No,” you said, deciding it was better to get straight to the point as you reached into your bag to bring out the divorce papers stapled together.

“This could either be good or bad,” Chan remarked, accepting them from you and quickly turning to the last page, expression falling. “I see.”

“I can’t sign them,” you said, and there was something powerful in your tone that had even Chan admitting defeat.

“Damn,” Chan sighed, eyes boring a hole into the pages. “This is the worst news I’ve gotten.”

“I talked to Jisung,” you explained. “Just looking at him and entertaining the idea of leaving forever...I couldn’t do it.”

Chan finally tore his gaze from the papers, meeting yours with disappointment. “I take it he said something to change your mind.”

“I don’t know if he changed my mind,” you admitted. “Rather, I think his love and forgiveness made me see reason with what I was doing.”

“Ah,” Chan said. “I think we’ve come full circle, Y/N.”

“What do you mean?”

“When you told me that all the money in the world couldn’t buy your love,” Chan said, and there was something that resembled respect reflected in his eyes. “You were right all along.”

You ducked your head, unable to maintain such intensity. “I’d like to give you that money back, Mr. Bang. My husband and I can manage on our own.”

“Oh, please, I’d be insulted if you did that,” Chan said, and he held out his hand for you to shake. “You know I’m a good businessman, so consider this an opportune long-term investment in something I’m supporting.”

You were full of gratitude, swallowing back tears as you nodded. “Thank you.”

“”There’s no need for that,” he said. “I’ll always be here for you.” The sentiment was matched by the gentle brushing of his lips across your cheek, and you could feel the last reminder of Chan even after leaving his office for the first and final time.

You were carrying takeout up the stairs, feeling lighter on your feet than you had in months.

The weight of your burdensome worries was gone, and you knocked with a little too much enthusiasm on the front door to your apartment.

“Y/N?” Jisung questioned, and there was an obvious look of surprise on his face when he opened the door. “What are you doing here?”

“I live here,” you reminded him with a cheeky smile. “I brought food.”

Jisung’s eyes moved to the bag in your hand, nodding once before allowing you inside. “I thought you were going to see Chan.”

“I did,” you said, leading him into the kitchen. “There were some things to discuss.”

“I see,” Jisung said, watching you with a wary expression as you presented him with his favorite Italian special.

The suspense was killing you, and you desperately wanted to see the frown leave his lips. “I didn’t sign the papers,” you said, sitting down at the table with a wearied sigh. “I couldn’t.”

“Really?” Jisung asked, clearing his throat at the hitch in his voice, but you were just trying to hide your smile at his boyish charms.

“Have I told you that I love you recently?” you asked, looking at him with way too much fondness.

Jisung paused, chopsticks poised in hand. “You do?”

“Always,” you affirmed, and you were unprepared for the first of Jisung’s tears to fall, endearing him even more to you if that was possible. “I’m happiest with you,” you told him, reaching out to wipe away those rebellious tears.

“I’ve always felt that way,” Jisung said, getting himself back under control as he pushed away his food and patted his lap. “Come here.”

You were more than happy to oblige, climbing into his lap to wrap your arms around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair while searing your lips together in a kiss that promised so much more from the one true love of your life.

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loving-inkpressions · 2 years

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i’m so invested and in love with waking up in vegas 🥰 so knowing that there’s incoming chaos is stressing me out 😆

Awww, don't stress out too much, it's just a necessary chaos. We know there will be a happy ending.

I think.

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shyanshippingsociety · 3 years

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Shyan Shipping Society Fic Promo - June 27 to July 2 2021

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get ready for some brand new fics created by our lovely members! works marked with a ☼ have been created for our kink bingo! to learn more about the event (and to participate!!) click here!

June 28

Invisible String by sunlight_sonata | M, 2K, incomplete

“This is me trying to find you again, Ryan. I’ve searched and searched, and I’ve turned up empty more times than I’ve found you. But I don’t care. My hands are restless, they want to hold you. "

Or, Shane doesn’t know whether his immortality was a blessing or a curse. All he knows is the beautiful man he keeps running into across history, who has a mysterious matching tattoo and appears to be the only person who knows Shane’s name. If only Shane could keep him alive long enough to get some answers.

Secrets Slipped by denimwrapped | T, 600, complete

Ryan opens a bathroom door and catches Shane off-guard.

you know i know you best (i know you best) by idkspookystuff | T, 3K, incomplete

Shane wakes up in Vegas with a naked Ryan Bergara, a marriage certificate, and no knowledge of the night before.

(Pining) In the Pines by waywardmillennial | T, 7K, complete

As the boys prepare to say goodbye to Unsolved, Ryan has an idea to relive one of their greatest hits.

“We should go back out there, and look for the hiding spot.”

“But someone already found the treasure Ryan.”

“I know, but it can be an adventure to see if we can find the right location this time. Now that we know which state it was in all along. The finder placed a small marker at the spot where Fenn hid the chest. We can still try to follow the clues. Maybe even have a mostly solved case for once.”

June 29

the mayor & his husband by bigdickbergara ☼ | E, 2K, complete

The Avalon Harold BERGARAS SNEAK OFF FOR MID-PARTY FUN by Steven Lim

Late Saturday evening, while hosting a party celebrating his own election, Avalon’s very own Ryan Bergara was seen sneaking off with his husband, Shane...

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You can't just flirt with Shane Bergara at his husband's own party.

July 1

say pretty please by bigdickbergara | E, 1K, complete

Shane spent the entire Ohio State Penitentiary shoot mouthing off - because he knew exactly what would happen.

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“You wanna start this right now, baby boy?” His voice was a dark whisper, but held promise. “You’ve been a brat all night. You want my attention on you that badly, huh?”

strange things are afoot at the circle kappa by bodhirookes | M, 12K, complete

“Well,” Ryan continues, “it’s a dubious announcement, not a rad one. I really don’t know how to go about this without bringing the house down. I don’t want to alarm you all on this tranquil Thursday night.”

Eugene points out, “It’s the week before midterms, dude. Peace is nonexistent.”

Ryan considers this for a long moment. “You make a stellar point, my stellar bro. Okay, here goes: we believe, due to plenty of evidence and plenty of speculation and educational guessing, that Earth is about to be invaded by aliens. Specifically, right here at UCLA.”

Another silence falls in the kitchen, this one mildly confused. Eventually, when it grows to be unbearable, Steven clears his throat and asks: “Ryan, are you saying that you think aliens are going to invade our campus?”

“Very imminently,” he agrees.

Andrew turns his disbelieving stare from Ryan to the looming figure at his right. “And you’re on board with this claim, Pres 2?”

Shane states: “Most definitely, dudes. A villainous invasion is upon us.”

Or, frat presidents Ryan & Shane warn their brothers of a most heinous incoming alien invasion and chaos ensues

July 2

friends kiss too by Zhalia | E, 10K, complete

So before his brain can stop him, he hears the sound of his words, “Do you always kiss your friends on their lips?”

Shane finds himself looking down at Ryan, curious about how he’ll respond.

Ryan simply smiles, and shrugs as he says, “It’s an old habit — friends kiss too.” Which explains absolutely nothing.

aka Ryan kisses his friends casually and Shane has only a minor breakdown over it.

Delivery of Feelings by wednesday_ukiru | T, 6K, complete

Every Friday, Ryan delivers a pizza to the same address.

what i'd give for you (everything, my dear) by popkin16 | M, 9K, complete

Sometimes in this line of work, you have to take the bullet.

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hllo ! i’m nora ( she / her, 24, gmt ) crawling back to this rp once more like the dirty sewer slug i am !! i just can’t get enough, baybeyyy ! u may remember me frm such roles as alma putnam, rory bergstrom, bridget matusiak or greta o’driscoll 2 name jst a few.... sure there were more over these long years, bt the show must go on.... this is mimi, she’s dogmatic, tenacious n single-minded 2 the point of recklessness, she doesn’t like handouts n she’s funding her degree through her onlyfans account n moaning abt shit on tiktok. we love 2 see it !! slam that like button n i’ll creep into ur DMs like the slippery worm i am OR u can discord me at that bitch carole baskin#8664. a humble pinterest.

『ALEXA DEMIE ❙ CIS-FEMALE 』 ⟿ looks like MIMI MARTÍNEZ is here for HER SOPHOMORE year as an ARCHITECTURE AND SOCIAL ANTHROPOLOGY student. SHE is 22 years old & known to be STRONG-WILLED, GOAL-ORIENTED, ARROGANT & EASILY BORED. They’re living in MORIS, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ nora. 24. gmt. she/her.

this is p embarassing but i actually originally wrote mimi for a discord rp based around love island asgjag dont laugh at me but it was so chaotic n someone deleted it w-out telling any of us so i lost her bio.... all her threads....e verythin.... it was mad. but anyway we startin from scratch w this intro so bare with

mimi is a really extra character so when trying to flesh her out i thot of the most extra thing i could do n made a colour coded mindmap with watercolour paints detailing her values, aesthetics and early life. shoot me

background: she grew up in a trailer home in boulder city, abt half an hour from vegas. her mom had worked in a vegas casino for most of her 20s but relocated to boulder city for a slower pace of life / lower crime rate when she started having kids. mimi has 2 older brothers n she’s the youngest. has that invulnerable younger sibling complex n basically thinks nothing can touch her. very confident in her own intelligence and her ability to get shit done

has mexican ancestry on her mom’s side. doesn’t know her dad. was raised with spanish catholic principals n found it all very stained glass windows and extra n that’s why she was kinda drawn to the decadence of vegas and all these massively high key aesthetics, like dia de les muertos was her fave thing growin up just bcos the pure feel of the festival and painting a sugar skull on her face n being able to party on the streets in a flower crown where everyone was kinda anonymous but together in this celebration

in boulder city her mom worked as a carer as there’s a lot of retirees there. mimi really resented the slow pace of life, longed for some fucking energy n life. she was a cheerleader in school but outside of school there wsn’t much to do except practise stunts and go on bike rides. occasionally they’d get dressed up and catch a bus to henderson, the next biggest city for them to get tht sweet night life

her teenage years consisted mostly of hanging around the renovated motel blocks used as housing projects n tanning by the pool. very florida project if you’ve seen that. she reminds me a lot of the mum in that. also she started working as an avon rep going door-to-door when she was 16 bcos she wanted to have her own income. like as young as 14 she’d decided she was smart enough to go to college but she didn’t have the money n her family didn’t really see it as a worthwhile thing, her mom was very like the mom from matilda “you chose books.... i chose looks!” which i think is where a lot of mimi’s more shallow / appearance-driven traits come from

wasn’t really ‘cool’ until high school. before that she was a bit of a lisa simpson type. won a spelling bee when she was 9. was in the mathletes squad in middle school. when she went from middle school to high school she started cheer and tried to reinvent herself basically. always been very concerned with social mobility and keen to socially climb, like when she enters a new situation she’ll find out who the alphas are and quickly try n befriend them

when she turned 18 she moved out and went to vegas despite her mom hating the idea bcos it was everything she’d tried to get her kids away from. she worked in the clubs there for several years as a shot girl, a table dancer, n eventually she started workin behind the bar in a strip club. in the club it ws really hard to resist becoming a dancer bcos of the sheer amount they made in tips. no one really pressured her into it she just eventually decided tht it was way more logical to do it while she was young n fit and had the stamina and ppl were willing to pay to see her body so she started taking pole fitness lessons. she also started working as a cam girl around this time

working in vegas strip clubs is basically whats paid for uni. like she didn’t go at 18 like most of her friends did bcos she didn’t have the money and she didn’t want to feel indebted to a college like she had to compete for her place and not put a toe out of line bcos she was on a scholarship. she was determined to pay her own way and it took 4 years of working really hard and saving n even tho she was working in vegas she basically never went out bcos every penny she had needed to go on uni n thts how we get to radcliffe baybeeyy

part 2 - interior / values / personality

values: the aesthetic !! literally loves the aesthetic so much. everything she owns is super embellished, she’s a pop socket gal, her dell laptop is covered in glitzy stickers, she always has acrylics n probs makes nail art videos on tiktok. really tuned into tiny details like painting a little hello kitty above her eye which translates into her degree when she’s doing small-scale mockups of town plans n stuff... she jst puts so much detail into them. ppl often get surprised when she tells them she does architecture but it makes so much sense bcos she grew up in a trailer park n was always thinking about ways the space could be more efficiently used, like she loves re-conceptualising neighbourhoods, definitely spent hours on sims as a kid. she also grew up near hoover dam n so loads of school trips they just took them there n she was like.... this is tight but it could be cooler.... where’s the passion....

massively into photography, has such a neat instagram feed like everything just compliments the tones in the next post like mMMM. idk if any of u know any architecture students but this is literally the one constant i can find…. like they all have super good instagrams feeds. is that bitch that will take 40 fake candids of u in a row at different angles to get u the perfect profile picture cos she understands the importance of marketing urself and having an online #brand

has wire rimmed glasses that she doesn’t need to see BUT they r like a magnifying glass for when she’s working with really small materials to do a mock up of an urban plan, and also just sometimes wears them for the aesthetic bc she’s such a pinterest bitch

assassination nation is such a big mood. literally the aesthetics of that and lily colson’s whole brand of feminism and nudity not being inherently sexual but at the same time wanting to profit off that bcos why the fuck shouldnt she use a corrupt system to her advantage is incredibly mimi

literally a human personification of a bratz doll both in attitude and fashion sense

somehow simultaneously gansey in the raven cycle AND elle woods in legally blonde? the two genders

values cont bc i started rambling: her independence and freedom. being the best at any given task she sets her mind to accomplish because she is unable to accept failure. social mobility. sexual liberation. interested in the psychology of sub-cultures and how ppl form groups and interact w each other and cult identities which is why she minors in anthropology. pro-choice. pro-weed legalisation. pro-sex worker rights. very activist.

aesthetics tht remind me of her: von dutch. a strappy cami top that says ‘please do not do coke in the bathroom’. low-waisted jeans that show off her belly button piercing. acrylic nails tapping against a heavily embellished second-hand dell laptop. heart shaped sunglasses in every colour. translucent stripper heels with barbie doll heads and plastic spiders in the heel. spraying champagne you cant afford all over the walls. narcotics in a heart shaped locket. an amazon wishlist full of lingerie linked on your tinder profile. sex tapes recorded on VCR. a religious devotion to waxing clinics. necking shots like you were born to do it.

she’s an enfj type which makes her pretty charismatic and confidence, like she has a fierce kind of energy to her, but she’s also super unwilling to accept criticism, dogmatic and can only really see her own way of thinking, quite ruthless when it comes 2 other ppls emotions despite having a poor control of her own and being prone to turbulence / throwin a bitch fit in the craft lab. easily bored. competitive. self-assured to the point of arrogance. forceful. adaptable. usually more rational than emotional but occasionally loses the ability to make rational decisions when blinded by a need for perfectionism.

very goal-oriented. money motivates her. money and clothes. she wants to look bomb while earning big bucks. when she gets her mind set on a project it literally consumes her she will forget to eat and sleep? i don’t know her. like when a final design project is due for architecture she’ll be up all night doing adderall and speed to keep her awake working on the placement of a single tree for ages cos its gotta be perfect

loves chaos. will spill your secrets and pretend it was an accident. will always be that gif of kim kardashian sipping her tea while drama unfolds around her. lives for the drama like that gifset of bratz when she comes running and gets her phone out to record a fight.

im makin her sound like a really bad person but hopefully she’ll be somewhat likeable she can be very charismatic and endearing and she’s naturally quite funny. also now she’s finally in college and doesn’t have to worry so much about money she actually allows herself to party n bcos she denied herself of it for so long she kinda makes up for it by going p wild like will be the girl climbing on to stage to crowd surf at gigs or doing a summersault off the bar and being escorted out by bouncers, thats the energy were looking at, pure dionysian hedonistic impulse

really gd at talking her way out of shit like parking fines. so good at being an ‘im baby’ girl and often dumbs herself down to figures of authority to appear less like a threatening ball-breaker and more like a confused fiat 500 girl who didn’t know red meant stop she thought it meant slow down

listens almost exclusively to female artists. has fergalicious on repeat when she does squats infront of the mirror n just the biggest fergie stan. also lana del rey’s whole vibe is massive mimi energy

ok ya thats all i have for now..... hopefully this is somewhat coherent and not just garbage.

#radintro #plot w me bitches #im fun n love quarantine sadness

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All-Stars -Story Mode- CHAPTER 15 Pt. 6 -FINAL-

Artists who helped me in this chapter are:

@askgamermeandgamerbendy

@this-person-is-slowly-dying

and

@sampoststuff

They are good and they deserved the credit for this, I originally waited for one of artists to draw me the last scene of this but something came up and I can’t disclose it here, so, please enjoy this last part of Chapter 15 and I will talk to you all later!

Part 5

-Back to the group of All-Stars-

They are walking in the streets of an old apartment buildings, Frank was speechless yet taking pictures of this as he had never seen anything like this before, he had seen Willamette, Los Vegas, Fortune City and then Willamette once again had been through each zombie outbreaks in U.S.A but nothing like this city; it looked like it had been abandoned for a long time, maybe longer than Willamette.

“This is something out of a post-apocalyptic novel, plants growing everywhere in a ghost town and zombies walking around like they own the place.” he said as he took another picture of a wrecked car that was being devoured by moss.

Radec carefully looked around the area around them, clear yet fading signs of struggle and chaos that ensued. “Holy sh*t,” P!Dempsey muttered as he looked around the area as well, “It looked like it had gone through the second World War…” he muttered as he got out of the pistol and then scans the are further.

“Scanning the area is just fine,” Radec spoke that made Dempsey looked at him with a glare, “But we must be very cautious in a city like this. If you let me lead you all out of this city alive, I would let you all live.” as U!Richtofen and P!Takeo looked at him with annoyance.

“Odd, just moments ago, you were going to kill us and had two kids as your weapons for that Empire.” Dempsey taunted as he crosses his arms. “And not pretty much not a good leader when you gone after the kids when the assault happened.”

“I had them fend you all off when I had to go to retrieve them.” he said back, defensively. “Sacrifices are necessary”

“Quite a lot of sacrifices you did, for something you had believed in.” P!Takeo spoke up as he walked up to Mael Radec and looked at him in the eye and then continued “But what are the causes and consequences of those lives who they lost?”

Radec could only stare at the warrior before him before P!Takeo simply turned away from him in irritated disgust and said “That is what I thought.” before walking away from him, leaving the Colonel alone with his thoughts.

Cuphead was walking beside Mugman when he noticed something in a block but barely got a glimpse of a yellow tail similar to a lion’s tail with orange stripes on it. “What’s that?” Cuphead muttered as he looked at the block and Mugman and Frisk looked at him.

“What do you see, Cups?” Mugman asked as he looked at the block as well with Frisk stopping and then looked at it. “I saw something down in that block.” Cuphead answered as he looked at the block continuously.

*? *You ask Cuphead what he saw?

“Only a tail of someone, I wonder whose it belongs to.” Cuphead said as he points at the block once again, before walking over but he was soon stopped by Mugman who said “We shouldn’t get too far from the group, Cuphead.”

“But I just want to check what it is.” he complained as he looked at his brother, Frisk walked over to the two brothers and have their attention.

“Yes Frisk?” Mugman said as he looked at them.

*You told them if they want to enter that block, you had to always be cautious when entering. *You said that you can never be too careful with muggers and/or criminals that might be crawling around on the streets.

“Frisk is right about that.” Mugman added as he looked at his brother, “They had gone with us with Boris on the scavenge before this started.” he concluded with his hand on his shoulder.

“This whole thing had started with us, something or someone had brought us here for something and it took members of RED, Primis, Ultimis and Chaos to a different world of some sorts.” Cuphead relayed what happened earlier, before looking at Frisk and asked “You have been on the streets before, Frisk?”

[Drawn by askgamermeandgamerbendy on Tumblr also known as InkedEspeon on DeviantArt]

Frisk nodded with a smile as they relayed their time alone after their parents had passed away suddenly, they had been traveling on their own to avoid going to the orphanage and to going to Mount Ebbitt where the Monster Race had been relocated after the war. They knew the cities like it was on the back of their hands.

They had only stick with a bag attached to it and they are still walking on two feet that are aching. “Pretty independent of you Frisk.” Mugman commented to Frisk’s life story, “Yeah, was it pretty hard, Frisk?” Cuphead asked, Frisk smiled.

*You said that it was but you know that their love is what keeps you going until you reached the mountain.

“Ah. Wonderful, can you show us the way of the block?” “Cups.” Mugman said as he looked at him again, Frisk nodded and suggested with their hands.

*You told Mugman that all three of you will be alright if they stayed together this time. It would be a quick check.

“Alright, fine.” Mugman said in defeat, Cuphead smiled and looked around for anyone older than them if they are watching them and then walked away from the group to investigate but they made an error that someone who had been following them was watching.

They walked down the block as they entered the new street somewhere in the city, that street was known as Crossing Corner, it is in the shape of a circle. A few shops will be on two sides of the circle, then you get a large tv-like screen on one building in the center of that specific circle and then the two-way of the circle, one way leading to the park while one leads to another neighborhood of apartment buildings. On the streets, a few trees were growing, ether through the concrete or planted with a hole that helps it grow out of it.

The street had four stores named each of their own, "Carly's Food Service" for the Food shop, "Warmth Cloths" for Clothing shop, "Hunter's Smith" for Weapons shop and "Crash Survivors Supplies" for Survival shop.

[Drawn by TikTak, known as This-Person-is-Slowly-Dying on Tumblr]

They looked around the area, at the stores and at the big tv in awe. “What’s that big thing?” Mugman asked as he points at it.

*It's a big TV used for people in the area whenever the usual time had come around. *It’s a human thing.

“I see, I guess it’s for news or other things?” Cuphead asked as he looked around the area and at the stores again. Frisk nodded as they gestured to Carly’s Food Service and then explain more of it.

“We can come back with everyone to get some food and supplies when it’s time to escape the city, it’s too much of my heart could handle.” Mugman suggested as he looked at the store with his brother, “I can agree with this plan and that Knight lady… I couldn’t trust her, she’s planning something with us but it more involves Bendy somehow…” Cuphead cautioned as he holds the boiler that he had been wearing after battling and captured the Colonel.

“Cuphead, Knight can be like she’s planning something, yes, but she had shown us where they had taken to.” Mugman reasoned with his brother’s bothering judgement on Knight’s actions, “Maybe some vodka could numb that sense of doubt.” before realizing what he had just said before placing his hand on his mug head and then concluded, “What is wrong with me?”

*It was the scarf, it often had traces of the holder’s soul trapped within *and even if they are haunted, they are still useful.

“True, it has made me more blaverer than ever. More than usual.” Cuphead nodded as he looked at Frisk after they had explained that part about the Human’s Haunted Belongings. Mugman looked at his brother and then at the scarf he is wearing to keep the cracks together until he is healed properly, “You’re right,” Mugman accepted as he held the scarf a little bit.

“I don't like how it is affecting me but you’re right.” he concluded as he looked at Frisk once more with the look of understanding. Frisk smiled as they looked around the area once more, then they all heard a siren going off that made all three of them looked up in surprise and looked around.

“What is that?” Mugman asked as he looked up at the sky with Cuphead.

>[It’s a siren] [It’s none of your business]

>[It’s a siren]<

“A siren?” Mugman said as he looked back at Frisk, Cuphead then said “They had used those things during the Great War before it ended in 1918.”

*It was known as World War I in later future of 1930’s.

“World War I? What is that-?”

“WATCH OUT!!” Mugman yelled as he dragged Cuphead and Frisk out of the way of the incoming Panzer Soldat as it crashes onto the road and crumbled underneath of it while the impact made them tripped onto the ground and then stumbled back on their feet to see what it was.

“What is that?” Cuphead said as they once enter Battle Mode, souls appeared in front of them and the optains appearing again as music is playing.

*It is Frisk’s turn.

[FIGHT] >[ACT] [ITEMS] [PARTY] [MERCY]

“Here we go again…” Cuphead said as he and Mugman readied the finger guns and he choose FIGHT button but-

*It is not your turn.

“What the-?” Cuphead said as he pressed the button again and the same reaction;

*It is not your turn.

“What is wrong with the button?!” Cuphead finally said when he saw the text once again, Mugman gently grabbed his brother’s hand and said “I think it wants us to take turns each. Wait for Frisk to decide what to do.” before looking over his shoulder to Frisk.

They nodded and then looked at the PARTY button and pressed it, looking at the part of three: Cuphead, Mugman and themself.

[Choose a teammate(s)]

[Frisk] >[Mugman]

[Cuphead]

[Frisk] [Mugman]

>[Cuphead]

[Frisk] [Mugman]

>[Cuphead]<

[Frisk] >[Mugman]

[Cuphead]

[Frisk] >[Mugman]<

[Cuphead]

*It is now Cuphead and Mugman’s turn!

“Thanks Frisk!” Cuphead said as he readies the finger gun with his brother doing the same. Mugman took a deep breath and then lets out, ready to fight the Panzer Soldat.

Cuphead picks the FIGHT button and then they both steadlied themselves for the fight as Frisk stood behind them, just not wanted to fight an armored zombie with a claw and flame-thrower attached.

This is going to be the home of a showdown! Begin!

“Finally.” Cuphead muttered as he began to open fire magic bullets onto the Panzer Soldat, most of it bounced off of it and then actually hitting and damaging it with 28% on hits. It was Mugman’s turn and then shoots at the faceplate of the Panzer’s as it was struggling to move to attack them.

Frisk watched the Panzer’s struggle to be free of the unseen force and they knew it’s not yet it’s turn, much to their relief but worried that Mugman’s turn is being used up as he gives his power all he’s got in him to damage the Panzer and it was at 34%.

“Wow, you got better hits than me.” Cuphead commenting as he looked at the Panzer Soldat, looking slightly damaged as it raises it’s flamethrower. Frisk knew that it’s going to attack since it’s no longer Mugman’s turn, it’s Panzer’s now.

“Threat detected, preparing the flamethrower to attack” P!Richtofen’s voice from the hidden speaker inside the armor the Zombie is hearing, it groan as a small Orange flame is lit at the opening barrel.

Frisk had recognized this attack’s color right away as the box with white lines on each square had appeared and trapping them inside it but that causes both Cuphead and Mugman to fraughtly bangged on the sides of the box to get out and trying to find a way to escape but to no avail.

Then, it uses its flamethrower on the three kids as all three of them ran around in a panic but Frisk is running around in the orange flames with the two Brothers as the flamethrower begins to die down and come to a complete stop.

Frisk stops right away but the two brothers hasn't stopped running around and screaming as they believed they were on fire as their arms are flailing around like there’s no tomorrow until Frisk had hold their hands out and stopped them right then and there.

“Frisk! Why aren't ...!?” Cuphead yelled as he looked at them but then soon realized that they are not on fire as he finished with “On fire ...?”

He and Mugman looked at each other and saw that they are not on fire as well, they looked at Frisk and both of them said at the “How are we all not on fire?” as they looked at Frisk as they said it.

Frisk nodded as they explained what had fire didn’t kill them, they knew it because of its color.

*You had said that the fire are Orange. *Orange is a type of magical attack where in order to avoid getting hurt, you must move through and around in it until the Orange attacks are done. *Each Magic Attacks had each type of their own.

“That’s the reason why we didn’t been lit on fire?” Cuphead said as he looked at Mugman who was looking back at him. Frisk nodded as they looked at the text above them.

*It is now Frisk’s turn!

Frisk nodded as they looked at the options again, they simply ACT button and see the options in the ACT button.

>Check -Taunt it

-Talk to it.

-Check -Taunt it

>Talk to it.

[Talk to it]

*You talked to it about resisting what it was destined to do and try to be good. *But Panzer Soldat only groans in anger and feels nothing but hunger.

“Uggh….” was all the Panzer could muster as it began an attack with the flamethrower with the flame is now cyan blue as Frisk nodded as they quickly acknowledge what that meant.

The flames fired once more as Frisk stood still like a frozen statue as the fire goes right through them like they were nothing but ghosts phasing through a hardened steel wall. Frisk moved once more when the Panzer is done attacking them and it was Cuphead’s turn now to do something.

“Alright, what do we got here?” Cuphead said as he looked at his opations he had and choosing the act button, pressing it and presented with the same buttons that Frisk had seen it.

>Check -Taunt it

-Talk to it.

-Check >Taunt it

-Talk to it.

[Taunt it]

*Cuphead sticks out his tongue to taunt it before saying that it stinks as a decaying corpse in a fancy suit of armor. *... *That only seemed to make the situation worse than it already was as the Panzer Soldat had became very angry, VERY angry enough to see steam coming out of it’s armor.

“Oh boy….” Cuphead mutters in fear as he realized that the taunting against an armored zombie was indeed, a mistake. “Oh now you done it Cuphead!” Mugman yelled as they spotted the flamethrower who had a mix of Orange and Cyan Blue in the flames but this time it readies it’s claw for the next attack it had got. Cuphead was about to run for it but was trapped inside a box with his soul exposed to all attacks of the Panzer Soldat.

“Oh crap-!!” he shouted as Panzer Soldat attacks with fire throwing at him first, Cuphead had barely dodged the orange and cyan blue attacks unscalthed but he wasn’t watching it’s claw had raised up and ready to fire.

Mugman had was watching the Panzer when he had noticed that it had risen it’s claw upward to attack his brother.

“Cups-!”

“It’s okay, Mugmans! I’ll be alright-” but he didn’t have the time to finish his sentence when he felt a claw grabbed his head and then it was quickly crashed in it just as Mugman screamed “CUPHEAD!”

*It is now Mugman’s turn.

He can see his soul had cracked a little and was going to crack further if it’s not parried on time, Mugman looked at the options and noticed the MERCY option is Pink colored. He pressed the button and saw it in the button, it was the PARRY.

“Hold on, Cups! Hold on!” Mugman mustered a voice as he pressed the button to act out that option and then his blue-striped straw had turned into pink as it glows. As he is in the same box as his brother, he ran up to his cracking and breaking pink and red soul and then with a quick slap of his straw and it quickly healed up Cuphead’s soul and then watched Cuphead was quickly relieved right away with the pieces of his head are pulling themselves back together in five seconds flat.

Cuphead crossing his legs together as his straw is spinning around and around in the air before he tips his head with his straw forming an exclamation mark with a smile on his face. “Woo!” he said as he places his head back on his shoulders before saying “Thank you Mugman!” as he looked at him.

Frisk smiled as they looked at them but then was soon drawn back by the Panzer’s groan and it had gotten ready to attack once again as Mugman and Cuphead noticed it as they turned their heads to look at them.

They all stood ready for what Panzer is going to throw at them when Frisk heard a gun went off and saw a bullet soaring through the air and makes itself a mark on the Panzer's shoulder metal plate.

It roared as the trio turned around to see who they can't believe who it was. Erron Black.

[Drawn traditionally by Meaghan “Icefir” Halter]

He walked towards them before going through them and then stood in front of them in defense, he looked over to them and said, “Now I know where you three had gone into.”

“Thank you, Erron.” Mugman stuttered as he and Cuphead stood behind Frisk who is looking up to him as they and the two brothers took 4 steps back. Erron wasn’t looking at them as he had kept his eyes on the Panzer Soldat at all times, he then said, “I was scared about what will happen if I didn’t show up now but we’ll talk about it later now go.”

Cuphead looked at Erron with a scared look on his face, he stattered “B-but we can-”

“Go now!” he barked out, causing the three to retreat back to the way they came from, mostly with Mugman pulling his brother along the way as he’s shouting “Cups! Come on!” but Frisk mostly stops for a minute and then turned to look at Erron who turned to look at them in return.

The look in his eyes told them so, they really did told them so indeed and they had said “I’ll be fine, it will be alright, you’ll see.” and like he had never looked back, he turned back to look at the Panzer again.

Frisk looked at him further before turning and then running after the two brothers as Mugman yelled “Frisk, come on!”

Erron stood his ground as he double checked his revolver again as he muttered “This is the filth time I had encountered one of you.” as he looked at it once more, with wearly look in his eyes before adding “And by the way you were treating the kids like that, I don’t think Kotal Kahn would approve that one ether.” then spinning the cylinder as he took a standance as the Panzer roared as everything around them had turned back to normal to its original color.

Round 1

Fight!

Panzer raised it’s flamethrower once again, a tiny flame was lit once again and pointed at Erron.

The time has come to an end Yeah, this is what nature planned

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It fired the flames at Erron but he acted quick and dodged the fire as he rolled to maneuver it, he then quickly fired bullets as he stood on his knee and several bullets had managed to hit it again but then the Panzer then charges at him with the claw opened and he was grabbed by it.

Being tracked by a starving beast Looking for its daily feast A predator on the verge of death Close to its last breath

Erron was then tossed by the Panzer into a door of one of the stores, crashing onto a glass door and causing it to shatter into pieces as he lands inside. He groans in pain as he rubs the back of his head as he sits upright before turning his head to look around before his eyes had settled onto a winchester rifle. An old western kind of a gun that is the winchester rifle and Erron had found it in a weapons shop in an zombie-infested city. He heard stumbling coming from outside and those stomps aren’t very friendly in his ears so without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the rifle and he didn’t care if he doesn’t know how to use it and he'll learn how to use it very quickly.

Getting close to its last breath

He loaded a bullet into the rifle and then acted very quickly as he aimed it at the Panzer Soldat, before taking a deep breath and then opened fire at it.

Rules of Nature!

It hits and cracked the glass of its faceplate as it screeched to a halt for a moment, giving him a chance to make a run for it, he ran and then slid under it and then continued running as he heard it’s siren went off.

Then his ears rang when he heard thrusters going off and heading right for him.

And they run when the sun comes up With their lives on the line (Alive!)

Erron turned his head to see the Panzer is coming after him with thrusters roaring with flames and the look in its eyes is nowhere as terrifying as it’s face was. He then decided that he leads to get out of the collision course of the Panzer Soldat that is on ramming speed.

He tucked out of the way and rolled across the road before stopping on his feet and seeing the Panzer going by him.

For a while (No choice!)

Panzer Soldat stops dead in its tracks with a screeching halt before turning to face Erron who put the new weapon away and then pulled out one of his revolvers again and them pointed at the armored zombie.

Gotta follow the laws of the wild

Panzer Soldat raised its mechalized claw and with a few snaps from it, it launched it at the Outworder who tried firing but only gotten clicks of it instead as he cursed under his breath.

What's done is done Survived to see another day The game of life The hunter and the agile prey No guarantee Which of them will succeed Strong or weak

*It looks like it’s the end for the Cowboy… *Or was it?

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Ah!

Panzer had stood there when it was split in half, Erron had dodged the incoming claw just in time he sees a red hot glowing line going downward in the middle and then each half of it fell down with a metallic thud.

Rules of nature Rules of Nature!

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Behind the Panzer was a man… a Cyborg man with platinum-white blonde hair and his whole but the rest of his face had been through a lot, a LOT of cyberonic surgery until it became his exoskeleton. He had a rag covering his right eye while the other is fine and little gray-light-blue colored. He is gripping tight on a sword that looked more advanced than a traditional samurai sword and what is strange to Erron the most is that the way he had electricity pulsing through him almost as if he is Raiden that he knew but now a cybonic god of thunder, so he place his hands on his hips as Raiden walked over to him.

The last time he saw him was in Outworld before everything else was a blur came in just in time to face him and freaking cuts the Panzer in half right down the middle, killing it. He then looked at Erron who looked back at him, he then said "I guess Special Forces had upgraded.”

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“What do you think you could take that large hunk of junk head on?” the Cyborg finally responded as he kept the katana sword in his hand, refusing to let it slip out his hands.

“I had fought one of them before, just a zombie wearing a mechanized suit of armor.” Erron answered as he placed the revolver back in it’s hoister. Raiden let out a sight chuckle and then said “How did you know if that’s a zombie instead of a person like you?”

“I know it’s eyes are glowing and it had just tried to kill me until you-”

“Saved you from it?” Raiden interrupted as he turned to look at the Panzer as a pool of blood is beginning to form from the two halves of the corpse as he realized something unusual about this one. It’s not cyborg as many others he killed had produced electricity from the slashed bodies, this one is not and when he had scanned it to double check to make sure, he noticed something in it’s blood; small tiny crystals that are glowing in the sun’s light.

“This man was infected…?” Raiden said under his breath, as Erron had answered, “From the inside of the suit, I had a feeling it was somewhat leaking from the inside the suit.” as Raiden looked back at him. Unsure about this “man” inside a suit of armor is no longer human.

“Let me guess: a Zombie is involved?” Raiden asked finally after a long pause, “Yep,” Erron answered, “Apparently, there's been a zombie outbreak that had happened and…”

“I thought Metal Gear was behind this.” Raiden said unsure now, the words “Metal Gear” somewhat confused Erron Black as he raised an eyebrow. “This is now getting ridiculous…” Broken had said as two Hallows entered the chamber of their crystalline home, watching this change of events from the one-way mirror that allows her to spy on her prey. Looking very unamazed by them talking and not fighting right away like she wanted.

Two Alpha Hallows walked over to her side and then sat down with pulsing crystallized rocks, one of them had the neon-pink fur that had been in the wind for too long and it was too proofy as it is goofy looking.

The other Hallow had silky-smooth ocean-blue fur and hardly had a crack on it at all, it was somewhat more mature than the pink one.

True villain watching them

“So far, we had the fighting and now we are seeing this, just two men talking about Metal Gear winch it is a zombie in armor attached to rockets and stuff.” she sneered under her breath. “I need to fix this situation, how can I do that?”

She then looked at the Ocean-blue Alpha Hallow and then a spark of inspiration was lit in her head as the Hallow can see the gears in her head are turning and turning in a sinister way that he knows.

“Since I had the power to shape-shift and given the form of what I want to a Hallow…” she began as she placed her finger on her chin while she continued to look at it before turning back to the portal and laughed “I had a tender idea!~” with ill-omened malice and spine-chilling glee.

She then points a finger at it and said “Sea, I think you know what to do.~” as it looked back at her and then growled before jumping into the portal and falls out of the sky towards them. It screeched loud enough for them to hear it, they looked up and saw it as it lands on all fours while it hissed at them, just the size of it reminded Raiden of Bladewolf on one of his missions and looking at it is just unbelievable.

“One of them again?!” Erron mustered as he got his revolver out once again, Raiden took a stance with his sword and asked “Friend of yours?” while he kept his eyes trained on it.

“Before we fight, I must question your reality of the situation.” Sea spoke while his tail swayed as his fur glowed a medium that surprised them both, it can talk?

“Did it just talked?” Erron asked as he kept pointing the gun at it as Raiden answered, “Who knows? We’d heard it.”

“I must ask you again, do you understand the gravity and reality of the situation she had put you in?” Sea questioned them again that further confused them, the reality of the situation? What is it talking about?

“What is this about?” Raiden answered while Hallow’s fur glow is building up as it stood on that exact spot it had landed on before crawling over to the spit-up body of the Panzer Soldat. “The Broken was highly disappointed that there is no free-for-all fight didn’t jump start yet, a battle royale, a war of all against all.” Hallow answered with hesitation in it’s disembodied voice that echoed like it was in a cave.

“Mortal Kombat,” Erron said as he took another step closer while the Cyborg gave him a confused look on his face as he thought “Mortal Kombat? What the hell is that?”

“I guess that’s what Broken wants us to do, is another Mortal Kombat.” Erron continued with a glare at Sea.

“On the conterity, like Mortal Kombat, it is a completion but with a few slightly different rules but one rule stayed the same: Fight, fight until one soul is left standing and they will face the final challenge: Broken herself.” He said as he stood his ground like a wolf could do when threatened.

“And what does she won when one of us loses?” Raiden asked without hesitation, already beginning to realize the gravity of the situation he had put himself in. “ Cyberized Thunder God or just a cyborg trying to be him had a lot of balls to ask you that question.” Erron added as he looked at him with ease, he wasn’t sure what this Hallow is offering choices to them: Either fight each other or fight an even bigger threat instead.

“I am offering that it’s either kill or be killed as The Broken’s rule, for me and my kind is no choice, serve her or be dust until the new Hallows will be born from it. It is for our sakes.” he continued as his fur is glowing bit brighter along with his eyes while his tail swayed.

“There can be a choice to fight it,” Raiden objected with reason to talk about, “I understood that kill or be killed as options but you can make a choice of what you are doing is right or wrong.” before standing still on his word when he said, “Besides, even if she does won, you can act while a window stays open for a little while.”

It stayed silent for a moment, before shaking its head in refusal at the words the Cyborg had said and answered “It never matters to me or my kind, what only matters that we were offered no choice and we will continue to be loyal and suffer in silence. Do you understand my words? We had no other choice but to make you fight!” and then Sea began to have cracks all over him, cracks that had light appearing from them as Raiden stood his ground with his sword in hand while Erron got another revolver out of it’s hoister as he points the other at it.

With a screech, it had burst into pieces of what had once been Sea as a shining round glowing sphere, it’s SOUL, had floated still while the pieces are flying all around it before they go straight towards it and then formed around it, but it is forming a different body than the original one.

It had first formed legs, two human legs and arms but the formed hands, was more tentacle-like than human and the head…. It was something from a sci-fi horror movie or a novel of some sort, it had no eyes, no nose but a mouth with revealing sharp teeth and a tongue, had more tentacles on it’s head like it was hair or what it once was.

It had appeared to be wearing a fancy dark manga/purple suit from the 1940’s. “What… Is that thing…?” Erron whispered with disgust and horror as he had looked at it, the Cyborg could only whispered to him “I was hoping you would know.”

“Kneel before the Dark Lord!” Shadowman cried as he raised his hand towards them, they stood ready what about to come to them. The creature roared and then lunged out towards them as gunfire was the last thing you’ll hear from this.

#All-Stars -Story Mode-#Mortal Kombat #Dead Rising #Team Fortress 2 #Call of Duty Zombies #Metal Gear Series #Undertale #Bendy and The Ink Machine #Cuphead: Don't Deal with The Devil #Not my art #My friend's artwork #Chapter 15 #Part 6

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Sea Squad, Ch. 11 (11/14)

Summary: Killian Jones has always managed tough spots in his con life… but never like this one. His brother is out of jail and convinced the only way to win his name back is to heist the casino of a major Vegas mogul, leaving Killian to do the planning. He now has to deal with a half-brother desperate to gain a name of his own, an ex-fling that carries her own torch against the casino mogul, his brother losing his mind over his ex-wife, his former mentor’s depression and the one woman he can’t get out of his mind giving him chase. Ocean’s Eleven AU

Rating: M

Content warnings: semi-explicit sexual content, law-breaking (they are thieves, liars and con men), mild violence (someone will get punched), mention of former relationships (for the main pair) and cheating (but not for the main pair)

Banner (link to banner post) and art by the amazing @clockadile Go check her art tag for the fic here!

This fic would never exist without the wonderful @sambethe who convinced me to do over hot chocolate on one cold Chicago afternoon and virtually held my hand and betaed this fic for months. thank you SO much for everything you do.

A/N: A long time ago there was talk about Hook & his sea friends and a few collective posts shaped the idea of a Sea Squad. This fic is the attempt to bring that creativity to life. Tagging @queen-mabs-revenge @thesschesthair and @jvosketches as they were part of that initial thinking back in the day. If a few things sound familiar, it’s because they are based on the movie.

Link to FFnet & AO3

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Chapter 11

Mayhem. Total and complete mayhem.

The darkness surrounded Emma and her hand went directly to the taser she carried at her lower back. She positioned herself closer to Belle and one thought repeated through her mind as the seconds ticked by.

How the fuck had Killian pulled this one off?

The lights came back on suddenly, their brightness blinding for a brief moment. She reached for Belle, ensuring she was still standing next to her.

And then chaos erupted.

In the ring, the two boxers were fighting, their people trying to pull them apart as tempers ran high. The violence spread to the audience and Emma could only imagine what the casino floor would be like. The lights out, all those chips within reach, everyone blind and no one to put a stop to it. It would be too big a temptation for most people.

She was sure it wasn’t pretty on the floor.

Moving into action, she instructed Belle to grab her coat and stood next to her as they exited the arena with Gold. The man’s face was twisted into a grimace, his eyes flashing bright and his posture rigid. A man like him didn’t like losing control and that was exactly what was happening, and on a night that required him to take extra precaution. If Killian had wanted to put the man on edge, he sure picked the exact thing to do just that.

Emma’s hand twitched at her side as she remembered that Killian was currently being held somewhere in this building, at the mercy of Gold and the thugs that made up his ‘security’ team. But before she could follow those thoughts to their natural conclusion, her jacket pocket vibrated and an unknown ringtone blared through the air around them. Shaking her head in confusion, she reached inside her pocket as Gold and Belle halted.

She looked down to find a burner phone, the display flashing with an incoming call from an unknown number.

“Are you going to answer, Miss Swan?” Gold’s voice was flat and curt, a man obviously annoyed by another interruption to his already hectic evening.

“This isn’t mine,” Emma stated before she swiped the screen and answered the call. “Hello?”

“Can I speak with Mr. Gold, please.” The voice on the other side was distorted, and not by static. Something was masking the voice to make it unrecognizable.

The hairs on the nape of her neck rose in an instant, but she tamped it down. Panicking right now would solve nothing. Keeping her voice calm and even, she handed the phone over to Gold. “They are requesting to speak with you.”

With a huff, Gold grabbed the phone from her hand and put it in his ear. “Who is this?”

The reply came loud and clear through the speaker. “The man who’s robbing you.”

Emma turned around, her eyes scanning the place as she reached for her taser. There were multiple incidents going on around them, but nothing security wasn’t already handling. Gold seemed to have done the same, because his reply came back a second later.

“I don’t see anything going on in my casino that my team is not already taking care of.”

“You might want to take a closer look, Mr. Gold.”

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The trek to the security room was a short one, and while neither of them ran, they sure put some speed in their steps. Muting the phone, Gold entered the room, his eyes scanning the monitors.

“Is there something out of order on any of the floors? The vault? The library?!?”

The security guards sat with their backs straight, all of them leaning in to study their monitors. “Everything looks fine, sir. We had a couple of incidents on the floor, but nothing that our team doesn’t now have under control.”

Just as they finished speaking, a few of the monitors blinked, their images suddenly changing. Emma’s eyes widened as she walked towards the monitors, what she saw on them making her gasp out loud despite herself. Three masked men were in the vault, tossing stacks of cash onto bags that laid on the floor. The three guards charged to protect the vault were lying bound and unconscious in the corridor, their submachine guns pushed well out of reach.

Gold was being robbed. And she knew exactly by whom.

Emma turned to find Gold clenching his jaw, and the hand that wasn’t holding the phone morphed into a fist at his side. “Find out how much money we have in there tonight.”

The room erupted into a buzz of activity, the noise making hard for Emma to concentrate on anything other than the masked figures moving around unhindered the best-guarded vault in Las Vegas.

The ice in Gold’s voice broke her from her thoughts. “Alright, dearie. You've broken into my vault. Congratulations, you're a dead man.”

“There’s no need for threats, Robert.”

Gold looked like he wanted to punch something. Or someone. “Here’s a non-threat for you: good luck trying to exit my vault - or my casino for that matter - unscathed. You’re trapped down there.”

“Mhmmm. Perhaps. Perhaps I’ll simply have you carry the money out of the vault for me. By now your records have told you that you have a little over 160 million in that vault, you know, with it being fight night and all. Now, take a closer look.”

Everyone in the room - Gold, Emma, Belle, the security personnel - leaned closer to the monitors. Next to the bags being packed sat a stack of money in the middle of the floor, carefully bound with a few packs resting on top

“Are you watching? That there is half of your money, being held hostage and booby-trapped.”

Gold closed his eyes and punched the console next to the video feed. Time seemed to stretch for an eternity, but it had to have been no more than a minute or two. When he opened his eyes, he stared directly at Emma. “Miss Swan, please escort Belle to her suite and keep her safe.”

“But Robert, I -” Belle started, but Gold waived his hand in dismissal.

“I need to deal with this, Belle.”

He turned his back on them without another word, completely focused on talking to his security people. Belle’s face crumpled for a second, the hint of a few tears coming to her eyes. Before Emma could reach out to offer support, she shook her head, turned around, and stormed out of the room. Emma hurried after her, trying to keep up with Belle’s furious steps.

“Belle, wait!” she called after her.

Without warning, Belle came to a halt and Emma almost ran into her. As she took a step back, she looked over Belle’s shoulder to see what had caused her to freeze in her tracks.

A familiar back dressed in white shirt.

A familiar head of black hair.

And a very familiar voice speaking over the phone.

“You let half of the money go, and you get to keep your eighty. That's the deal. You try to stop us, we'll blow everything up. You’ll lose it all.”

He slowly turned around, Emma was faced with a smirking Killian Jones giving both her and Belle a once over. Biting his lower lip, he tilted his head and spoke again. “Gold, you can choose to secretly lose eighty million dollars tonight or you can lose a hundred sixty million publicly. It's your decision. I’ll even give you five minutes to think about it, but at the end of that time, I’ll need to know... Do we have a deal?”

Putting the phone on mute, he lifted his chin towards them. “Hello, love. Did you miss me?”

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“Killian how did you-?”

“Escape?” The bastard cut her off, a smug grin sliding across his face. “It cost me a few million, but nothing I can’t afford if this goes through. Which it will.”

The ass had the nerve to wink at her with that last one.

If Killian thought Gold would fold that easily, he was deluding himself. “Gold is not going to fall for this trick, Killian.” She wasn’t sure why she was saying anything at all, she should be calling Gold’s security and having Killian escorted to one of their holding rooms. Again.

She should. Gold had hired her. She worked for the man and needed this night to go smoothly so she could finally have the answers she’d been looking for.

As if reading her mind, Killian smug smile faded, his eyes filling with concern. “Gold was never going to help you. He’ll find a loophole in the deal and back out. Or he’ll find some way to string you along, promises of just one more job before he delivers on what he’s promised. Deep inside, you know it. You know I’m right.” He caressed her cheek, and she wanted nothing more than to lean into it and forget the world outside of them existed. He moved his arm, holding the phone back as he leaned in, his forehead almost touching hers. “I have the answers you seek, Emma.”

His confession took the air from her lungs. He couldn’t know, could he? Emma searched his eyes looking for the lie, for any hint that his words were just an attempt to con her. But there was nothing but truth swimming in the blue of his eyes and the broken way he whispered fervently. “Come with me. Your career is in shambles. You know he was behind several bad deals gone wrong. You know none of his promises matter. Come with me, love."

She hesitated, her heart beating frantically against her chest, her thoughts racing through her head. She wanted two seconds, just two seconds to breathe and think this through.

Belle’s voice brought both of them back from their own little world. “Wait a minute…” She looked between the two of them. Realization dawned in her eyes. “This is her? She’s the one from Tuscany?” She swatted at Killian’s arm. “I can’t believe you, Killian Jones.”

Chuckling, he pulled away from Emma. “You can’t believe what? The lengths we would go to get the girl?” His eyes glinted with mischief. “Think again, Belle, and while you’re at it, think about where your husband might be right now.”

Belle stomped her foot on the floor. “That idiot!” Turning around, she quickly darted down the hallway with a stream of expletives flying from her mouth.

Emma started to go after her. “Belle…”

Killian, though, caught her arm and brought her back to him. “Let her go, Swan. This was not their first fight and it won’t be their last.” Bringing his attention back to the phone, he motioned for her to remain silent. “I’m glad we see eye to eye, Mr. Gold. This is how this is going to work. Ten minutes from now, the men in the vault are going to deposit six bags in the vault elevator. I’ll wait until you find someone to write this down.”

Cupping the phone again, his eyes searched hers. “Looks like Gold just bit the bait and I really need to get going. So I need to know: are you in or are you out, Swan?”

It was a decision she needed to make in a split second. Though, she wasn’t sure she really needed even that. She knew she shouldn’t, she really shouldn’t, but crashing her lips to his, Emma decided to take a leap of faith. When she finally broke the kiss, they were both breathless. “You better deliver, Jones.”

He smiled and reached out to seal his lips over hers one more time. “You know I will. Now wait for me. Pretend like you still care about the security of this place or something, and keep Belle safe. Please.”

Killian returned to giving directions over the phone while Emma turned and chased after Belle. She wasn’t sure that she’d made the right call, but it was too late to back out now.

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