Chapter 3: The Bucket List on AO3

-is up ʕಠᴥಠʔ

Ghost is stuck in a limbo between life and death when a bargain is struck: Harvest 100 souls and be granted a second chance. “Perfect.” The dossiers of his targets are wretched scoundrels, no different from those he hunted in life. This will be easy enough. He’ll be back with the 141, hunting for Makarov in no time.

But when it’s time for the 100th soul, the one standing between Ghost and his ticket out of purgatory is you. It’s your bright, smiling face that beams up at him from the heavily redacted dossier.

Sure, you’re no saint, but what the hell are you doing on this string of dossiers?! Forgot to pay a parking ticket? Cheated on a test in the 10th grade? Stole a pen from the bank?

More baffling still, you can see him, and you’re not ready to go. You have a bucket list; you can’t die, not yet. Your time is up, though, and others are coming for your soul. So Ghost, exasperated by the whole ordeal, is going to help you. Complete your bucket list and you’ll come quietly, yeah?

But in the end, will he be ready to take you?

He does have a possessive streak yes but he also knows you can handle yourself.

And this man has sported a hard on more than once after watching you chew out some asshole who doesn't get the message.

Absolutely loses it when you look the person dead in the eyes and point over to Simon very loudly proclaiming that Simon is yours and the the asshole can very promptly fuck off.

You're not even done ripping them a new one. When Simon is dragging you out of the pub and and driving the two of you home at record speed.

He has you naked on the bed even faster.

"Fuck love say it again tell me who you belong too"

"You Si I'm yours"

He has to physically stop himself from coming right there.

He absolutely devours you. He loves making you come undone underneath him so that he can take in all the noises you make for him.

Adores watching your face twist in pleasure knowing that he's the only person who gets to see you lost in ecstasy.

After he has made come multiple times that night. He always cleans you up and brings you water.

You instinctively curl up next to him whining until he smothers you in kisses.

You're fast asleep within minutes after he calms you down from the intense session you just had. You clinging to him and he can't help the satisfied smile on his face.

You know your his and with the dark marks littering your neck and chest everyone else will know too.

That morning he wakes up to a warm cup of tea and you in nothing else but his oversized shirt. The bruises from the previous nights activities peeking out from the shirts collar.

He can't help but get hard again after seeing you look so fucking gorgeous.

You can barely make out any of the brown in his eyes. Pupils completely blown at simply looking at you. This man will be the death of you