Time to take a ✨oneshot✨

more of the last au bc omg

Miranda. Lin watched it happen and well- his heart stopped and he might as well had been frozen in time.

"Jonathan!" he screamed as he watched him fall over upon the sound of a gunshot coming out from the alley.

He turned the corner, pulling the pistol from under his jacket and shot. He shot any person he could see and there were two. Had he ground his teeth together any harder they would've shattered and he would've choked to death on the spare pieces. Gladly too.

But he wasn't done. They hurt his baby- fucking shit he didn't care anymore what he meant to him. Hate him, love him: same thing. Lose him: not a fucking option. He pulled out his pocket knife.

The two men were left groaning in pain on the ground and he kneeled down. A ran a hand down until he found the bullet wound and carved it deeper, attempting to get them to feel an ounce of the pain he was feeling in that moment.

"You're gonna be," he grunted as he slashed the man's chest open, "fucking sorry."

He threw the bloody knife in his pocket, not caring anymore. Then he threw punches to their faces. They weren't even conscious at this point but he didn't care.

Soon enough, they were both covered in soon to be bruises, blood, random gashes. And he just couldn't hold it in.

A tear. An actual fucking tear. What was wrong with him these days? Goddammit. He was on his knees and he turned back.

"Jonathan," he whispered, nearly whimpered as he stood up and ran. He fell down by his side. "Oh god Jonathan what'd they do to you?" He brought a hand up to his limp features, mouth hanging open. He scanned his body, "where's the wound? Huh?! Where is it honey?!" He silently mumbled to himself as he searched frantically. Maybe if he didn't find it it wouldn't be real, that he'd get to see him again that he'd-

He did a double take when he heard laughter. Uncontrollable giggles that sort of reminded him of-

"Jonathan?" he croaked. When he looked up, Jon was clutching his stomach and not in pain.

"I can't believe you fell for it!" he wheezed, smiling a wide thrilling grin that he rarely saw him wear. "For someone who doesn't care, you look pretty fucking scared." Lin's face went cold.

"How dare you?" it was so quiet, Jon barely heard it over his laughter. His smile slowly faded as Miranda dragged him up by the elbow.

"Dude, chill out it was just a joke I-" he started as Lin dragged him into the car, not bothering to look back at him.

He didn't say anything. The car ride home was silent and Groff looked over to see him gripping the wheel, not a line on his face.

He tried again when they got in their bedroom, "Okay I don't know how I like this si-" he was interrupted in a small yelp at the sharp tug of the hair at the nape of his neck.

"How dare you," he repeated. Not a question, a statement. Jon's neck pulled taut, he sunk his teeth into his pulse, working frantically at the buttons on his shirt. "You must think you're so fucking funny don't you," he snickered dryly.

Jonathan let out a trembling sigh. Lin rarely took charge but- god it felt good when he did.

"I hate you. I oughta kill you myself someday," he growled as he moved down his chest, hands scrambling. "God I fucking despise you. Everything about you." And then he froze, stood up. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Huh?"

Despite everything, Jonathan smiled maliciously, "Your weakness and you know it," and he winked. There was a fire in Miranda's eyes. He shoved him against the wall but Jonathan was stronger.

He spun them around, mocking his sudden rage, nostrils flaring and all he needed to hold him was one hand on his chest, the other caressing his facial hair with the back of his hand.

"Oh no need to get so worked up," he pretended to console but they both could smell the mockery from a mile away. The smile, the enjoyment in his eyes......

Lin was gasping, rage boiling no less than before. Something like surrender could be seen deep in his eyes.

Jonathan rose an eyebrow, tone sickeningly sweet, "I love how you bow down to me." Miranda squirmed in his grip, pursing his lips together.

"F-Fuck you."