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Here it is my Anon! I hope you enjoy it!

Undertaker and his Assassin S/O

He knew what your profession was from the moment he saw you. In his previous line of work, afterall, he ran into several of your kind. Or perhaps it is better to say, the targets of your profession.

It was a little surprising to him though to find out that he developed a target on his head. No doubt from a disgruntled customer who assumed the measurements were wrong on the coffin. Or, at least that’s what he assumed.

But, considering who he is, he was definitely waiting for you to show up, giggling all the while. It was a bit unnerving to have a target be laughing at their imminent demise, but you brushed it off as a coping mechanism.

Even so, he was…frustratingly hard to kill. Your usual tactics of ‘grab and take them down in a headlock’ weren’t working. Not because you weren’t strong enough, but because he kept weaseling out of your grip somehow. You blamed the soft long hair.

Yet, after your first few failed attempts, it was obvious the Undertaker saw it as more of a game than a threat on his life. Which only served to annoy you.

After a few more unsuccessful attempts, you screamed, “Just let me pin you!”

To which he grinned and shook his head. “But if I let you, that means you leave.” His voice took a deeper turn as he brushed his bangs to the side. It made you shiver, those irises weren’t normal. And you’ve looked into many a dying man’s eyes to know that.

With a frustrated growl, you sat down on a coffin (since he didn’t have chairs in his funeral parlor, weirdo) and crossed your arms. “Looks like I’m not going anywhere then.”

He laughed and turned around. “I wouldn’t have it any other way dearie. Don’t worry, I don’t mind sharing my bed when you get tired of this silly bounty.”

You could only stare and purse your lips. Truly, it seemed like you would not be getting out of this anytime soon. But perhaps…that wasn’t so bad.

Sebastian and his Assassin S/O

It was nice to see you back after all these years. Pretending to be something you were not born to do. To think, the once proud royal assassin of Ancient Egypt, a lowly baker barely scraping by in London. It was a bit saddening to see your potential go to waste.

But no matter, now that he found you again after all these centuries, he would not be letting you go.

His first priority was to watch and observe. How were you with others that have wronged you? Who were far too rude for your liking? His eyes gleamed as he saw your hand twitch towards a bread knife after a particularly annoying customer walked away, but you retracted your hand. The frustration on your face said it all.

But, he needed to see you in action. He desired it in fact. After all, that’s how you won the demon’s heart. Perhaps having done so many ‘good deeds’–or as good as can be for a demon like himself–the dark one decided to reward him and bring you back.

Shrouded in all black, he followed you on a rainy morning as you headed to the bakery. You knew you were being followed, he was making it quite obvious actually. But after several particularly annoying customers, this was the last straw. And if the law came after you…well, self-defense was there for a reason, right?

Rounding a corner, you immediately scaled the brick wall, holding onto the ledge of a window as you waited for your pursuer to follow you. Taking out a knife and putting it in between your teeth, you watched the round the corner as expected.

As your figure came plummeting down, intending to stab the man’s throat, you found yourself slammed up against the wall, a hand around your throat.

“My, it seems you still have it after all, don’t you my dear?” A silky smooth voice whispered in your ear. In your heart of hearts, it was distant, but it reached out to the voice. A name was ringing in your ears, begging you to say it. But the moment you opened your mouth, you found a pair of lips on yours and two shining red eyes staring  back at you. As the man pulled away, he gave a peck to your nose. “I have a new name now. Call me Sebastian.”

Ciel (Adult) and his Assassin S/O

He had to admit, when he required your assistance as a plus one all those years ago to take out a target, he never expected to actually develop feelings for you. But, yet here he was, you on his arm laughing at a noble’s joke and a ring on your finger.

As the noble walked away, your expression darkened and turned to disgust, swiftly picking up a champagne flute from a server’s tray. “I can’t wait till he’s six feet under.” You muttered.

He couldn’t help but chuckle a little and press a soft kiss to your head. “Patience my dear, all in due time.” You couldn’t help but sigh and lean into his touch.

He was right, but you could wait since it was for him. Now that you were in a very public marriage with Ciel, it was much harder to take on assassination jobs. But he was good to you, he knew you liked it, so he pulled some of his contacts in the underground and was able to secure targets for you. He spoiled you like that.

As the hour chimed, you downed the rest of your glass and handed it to your husband. “I’ll be right back.” You said, turning to flash him a bright smile. “Don’t miss me too much.” And with that, you went off to go persuade the noble to a more…secluded area.

He smirked and nodded his head. You both knew you’d miss the other’s presence. After all, two dark souls attracted one another.

Around eight minutes later, you sidled back up to him with a little sigh. “My love, it seems that one was taken care of in record time.” He mused after glancing back at the clock.

You were efficient to say the least, but it was more fun when they fought. “Next time, get me a more challenging one, yes?” You asked. By no means were you upset, if anything, the target had some nerve to be so easy. Perhaps it was all the drinks they had that did it.