“When in doubt, fuck.” -Michael Fassbender for GQ Magazine June 2012

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bless this gif set and the newest featurette.

if David keeps sassing his human counterparts, the packing peanuts box will be 80% canon.

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What if I fell to the floor
Couldn’t take all this anymore?

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ourfuture221b:

HITMAN AU FIC (Cherik). Charles pov.

I am still waiting for him, even though I know that it is foolish. I couldn’t expose myself more than I am doing right now, and yet I can’t seem to be able to shake myself out of this state. This is dangerous. He is dangerous and even though it is my job to be ruthless as well, I am scared. Frightened for the first time since I was 11 years old and saw my father take his own life, gun pressed against his temple. Since then I suppressed fear and weakness, promising myself that I would never let it take a hold of me again. Blood is worth as much as nothing and emotions are useless, don’t let is control you. Why am I letting him do this to me?

I inhale smoke, my cigarette is almost burned out and I gaze out through the window.  The town is quiet and dark, I can only see three people who are still fighting the November cold in the streets. They will give up soon and return to their homes because the wind is merciless tonight. I pull the sheet tighter around my frame and lean my head on the cold glass. I should go, leave now and put an end to this. Maybe even take my revolver and hunt him down, pull the trigger and laugh at him for bleeding and dying with my bullet in his chest. But I know that I can’t do that, could never do that. Because he has somehow wormed his way into my mind, my very being and core. I hate him for that, hate him to the point that my body hurts and I want to shoot at the wall or maybe a breathing body. How did it come to this? At what point did he twist me? Was it the first time he smiled that wide smile and his teeth made him look like a shark, deadly and wild like a beast? Was it one of the many times he pointed his knife against my stomach and I felt my heart beat faster and almost stop? Was it perhaps the time he saved me, dragged my unconscious body to a hotel, fixed me up and when I later awoke again mocked me for being careless as he looked at me with almost tender eyes? It doesn’t really matter, I can’t stop myself anymore.

The door opens, he is back. I know it is him, I can tell by his footsteps so I don’t even bother to turn my head from the window. He pulls of his coat and takes of the hat that is hiding his face from recognition. I think that he is beautiful, but I will never tell him that. He is earlier then I had expected him to be and he doesn’t seem hurt, so the assignment must have been easy. A click tells me that he is taking off the gun holder from his shoulders. I know that he hates that gun and prefers knifes, but some jobs requires firearms to take out targets from a longer distance and he is a professional after all. He will do what is necessary. Suddenly there is a hand in my hair, tugging softly. I lift my eyes to meet his, my face emotionless and blank, I am good at pretending. He smiles and takes my cigarette from my hand to finish it himself.

“I missed those blue eyes of yours today.” He says and his voice fills my head with mist.

I just give him a smirk in return; I never know how to respond to flatter. He looks out the window for a second, gazing into the dark with sharp eyes, before turning back to me.

“Have you been sitting here all day?”

“No.” An obvious lie and he knows it.

He smiles with those teeth before bending down to place a soft kiss on my lips. Strange, he is never this gentle, but then again that goes for me too. Why, why now? I don’t close my eyes, I never do. I never trust anyone to the point where I can shut out the world for even just a second. I can feel his lips turning up and he lets out a laugh. He pulls away but not too far.

“Let’s go to bed, come on.”

I listen and nod, bed sounds fine, even though I won’t sleep. He pulls me from the window, hand on wrist, and leads me to the soft madras. From here I can see his knifes on the table beside the flowers he bought for me yesterday. Silly man, you stupid ridiculous man. He turns off the light and crawl next to me, not touching but observing. I look back, laying still beside him trying to ignore the warm feeling I have in my chest. In the back of my head I tell myself that tomorrow will be the day I leave, go before he wakes up and I hope that he will cry for that. I know that he wouldn’t.

“You are awfully quiet tonight. Is something wrong?”

“No, there is nothing wrong. Just thinking about how I should kill you. I think a gun would be the best option, I am good at shooting.”

He laughs and pulls me close, my chin near his heart and I can hear it tick. I think I am smiling too.

“Yes, I always thought that you looked the best with blood on your face, so why not.” He says and runs a hand through my hair. His hands are even bloodier than my own.

I love him, but I will never tell him that. And as I feel him breathing slower and deeper, falling into sleep, I press closer and listen to the calm heart of a killer. Maybe I can stay just one more day, after all I am in no hurry to get back and I am out of ammunition for the moment, so it is safer here with him. Safer but not safe, but I am not scared of him, not in that way. Tomorrow I will hide his knifes just to piss him off and then we will have lunch and he will mock me for my lack of cooking skills. Those are my favorite times of the day because in these moments I don’t feel so fucked up. I think he likes them too. I take a deep breath and then let myself close my eyes, just for tonight. Just for him, the beast who made me feel human again.

I love him.

The end

Yes, ladies and gents. That is what happens to me when I am up to late and have a lot of cherik feels. Plus that I love hitman AU stories! - May

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Whenever they find the time to meet during their busy scedules, they both can’t wait to be in each others arms again and being just two silly boys who are in love. After all nobody sees what happens in the privacy of their appartments…

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