"A lone sword" -a one-shots book

" versus "

the table x reader
new york x reader
smut
+male reproductive organ reader

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The cool Northern air felt harsh on your skin, almost like acid as the hot blood spilled out of you.

The heated bruises all over your body adding to the sting and the buckle you felt as you stood up nearly brought you back to your knees. The worst part was probably the rattle in your head that changed your senses, amplifying the intensity of the pain.

You glared at your spar mate, New York who held his ribs in agony on the floor. You winced seeing your friend in so much pain before remembering that he mostly deserved it. The color on his face washed out except for the deep red of blood and the noticeable purple of his deepening bruises.

New York could feel your stare and mostly ignored it until he felt your approach. "Don't you dare touch me you garden fucker."

You could've laughed at his impromptu nickname but the focus was more fixing the issue at hand.

"Get up." You mustered the most commanding tone you could. Your voice was strained and raspy but you managed to avoid a voice crack.

New York gave you a mean stare as he stood up, like most of the Northern states his height was slightly under yours so he looked up at you the whole time. "I'm not a dog L/N." The state glared at you his teeth grinding together as he said your last name.

"Where's your place?" You said with more of a demanding tone than a questioning one. New York expression revealed some unease to your words.

He grabbed your shoulder with uncomfortable intensity and you were gone.

Your surroundings didn't even get a chance to blend away, you were simply gone from that place. New York smirked at your blankness before your brain had clicked back into place.

You were in a pricey looking lobby, there was next to no one in the area despite it looking well taken care of. The only person other than you and New York was the hostess who was on the phone presumably flipping through messages.

New York slid money over to her and she threw him a key, they seemed to be at least somewhat acquainted seeing as the transaction went so smoothly without words. You stand still for a bit before realizing New York was retreating to an elevator mashing in a button you couldn't see from the outside.

You slid into the elevator before it closed, gritting your teeth at New York's attempt to rid himself of you. Though when you turn to give him a disparaging look he seemed to be anticipating something, it was hard to tell with the exhaustive amount of blood littering his face but he looked... Happy.

"Did I hit you in the head too hard or something?" You scowled at the nearly giddy expression, somewhat similar to the one he wore when the fight went on.

New York smiled brightly in your face confirming your suspicions, though the pull of his muscles told you that it was unnatural for him. "Does seeing me happy makes you mad, toy soldier?" You noticed a warmer tone decorate his skin, though it was mostly anger and blood then flustered feelings.

You allowed yourselves to stand in the adrenaline filled silence before the elevator pulled you to the floor New York chose. He dragged his weight to the 4th door on the right and fidgeted with the keys to snap it open. You followed him in, watching as he comfortably maneuvered his residence.

...

"This suits you more." New York stared at you his voice still angry and venomous.

You glared up at him as finished his last stitch, he barely winced at the pain that had him crying a few minutes ago. "Beating you so badly you need stitches?" He tensed at your words, or maybe at the alcohol wipe you used to rid him of the dried blood.