(y/n)=your name
(b/n)=boyfriend's name
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"(B/n), stop! She's your manager!" You giggled as you and (b/n) held hands. He had just finished work and so you had decided to walk home with him. Now you both were trash-talking about people you didn't like, one of them being (b/n)'s manager.
"I know but still. She's a right arse sometimes and I wish I could give her a piece of my mind." (b/n) said, stopping to do a few karate moves. They weren't very good so you couldn't help but laugh. Soon he joined in as he realized he looked absolutely ridiculous.
After your laughing fit, you two continued walking in silence for awhile before you felt (b/n) stiffen beside you. You both stopped walking and you started squeezing his hand to reassure him everything was okay.
"Sweetie, what's wrong? Why did you stop?" You asked, rubbing your gloved fingers over (b/n)'s cold, bare knuckles. His eyes were fixed straight ahead. You noticed the fear in his eyes and turned to look. What you saw made you gasp.
A man dressed in all black was walking towards you. His gait had a slight limp to it, making you wonder if he had gotten it from a fight. The man's features were obscured by his coat collar and hat but you managed to see a crooked nose from the light the flickering street lamp above you gave you.
(B/n) squeezed your hand before letting go and standing in front of you. You tried to pull him back but he wouldn't budge.
"What're you doing, (b/n)?! You could get hurt!" You whispered in his ear. You shook his shoulders but he remained in front of you as the man came closer.
"(Y/n), trust me. I know what I'm doing. But when I say run, you run. Got it?" (B/n) murmured to you. His voice was laced with worry and fear so with a small nod, you stood back to let him handle the situation.
The mysterious man finally stopped in front of (b/n). From within the dark recesses of his cloak, you heard him speak.
"You know you're not supposed to be here, (b/n). This is our territory." The man said. His voice was raspy, like he had spent most of life smoking. But by the looks of him, he probably had.
"I know and it was my mistake. If you just let us go, we won't ever come back." (B/n) said calmly. You admired the strength he had when facing this man.
"Us?" The man looked over (b/n)'s shoulder at you. You saw crooked yellow teeth flash beneath the street lamp as he smiled. "So there are two of you."
The man pulled out a gun and a knife, a weapon for each hand. He advanced towards you but instead of backing away, (b/n) stayed way he was.
"Run." He whispered and you turned around and sprinted down the sidewalk, trying to get as far away from them as possible. You heard a yell and a gunshot go off before a thump was heard. You skidded to a halt and slowly turned around.
A body lay still on the ground, a knife sticking out of its chest. And it wasn't the mysterious man's body. It was (b/n).
With a gasp, you sank to your knees and covered your face with your hands. Sobs wracked your body and you quickly pulled out your phone to call the police.
He was dead. (B/n) was dead and his killer was still out there. But you weren't planning on letting him get away...
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I Don't Need Friends, I Need You (Sherlock One-Shot)
Fanfiction*DISCONTINUED* Ever since you moved to London, life has been perfect. You got a job that you enjoyed, you found a boyfriend, and you had enough money to live in your own apartment. Life was great until the one person you loved was ripped from your h...
