Birthday Request Event - 2024

Gift 19: Rob Lucci x cisfem!Reader

Gift Details ♥
Reader Style: cisfem
Character: Rob Lucci
Vibe: NSFW Consensual
AU: Soul Mates
Prompt: Erotically Charged Fight 

Summary: You've experienced the worst side of Soul Mates being a reality - your long term relationship had found their soul mate and left you. So you dove into martial arts as a means of distraction.
Lucky (?) for you, it's what causes you to finally meet your soul mate.

Content Notes: canon levels of violence, oral, rough sex, mentions of blood, cream pie

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

There wasn't a protocol for this, but even if there was, Lucci wasn't certain that it would do him any good.

His initial attack failed. Whether by dumb luck, or your own skill, he'd missed. That had become a problem. In this world, with its rules, and his job, he had to eliminate his target with the first strike. Anything less invited a terrible risk, and of all the statistical possibilities, that risk came true with you.

Your eyes were wide with fear as you tumbled away. The way you got back to your feet left him with the distinct and sudden impression that you hadn't been merely lucky.

Realization marred your beautiful face, as he was sure it was twisting his.

Soul mates.

Lucci hadn't given the concept much thought. With his job, with his skills, with the blood on his hands, what right did he have to consider something as pure as love? And beyond even that was the very laughable idea of soul mates.

He'd never loved anything save himself, and even that love was cruel.

All of his arrogance, all of his sureness - everything was used for the government. There was nothing of him to be concerned with. Nothing to stop him from doing the tasks required of him, whether it was years under cover, or a few days spent stalking some poor hapless fool.

Looking at the man who had invited himself into your home, you feel a powerful conflict of emotions. How dare he come in uninvited! How dare he mean to kill you!

HOW DARE HE BE YOUR SOUL MATE!

Everyone had one. The curse of this world, as far as you were concerned. Because while everyone had at least one, no one was promised to find theirs. There were no red strings of fate to guide people, no services provided by the government to help you find yours. Nothing but the cold hard truth of it, and nothing to protect you from simply falling in love.

It was your broken heart that had distracted itself by learning how to fight. It was sorrow of a love lost to the very concept of soul mates that you had honed your skills with all the fervor of a desperate monk. That you could dedicate yourself to a love that would never find another damnable soul mate.

That love had saved your life when the chill of death ran up your spine moments earlier and bade you move.

And it saved you for this? For your soul mate?

"You bastard!" You growl, charging at the stunned assassin. You knew he was reeling just like you should be. Whatever state he was in, he didn't have your rage, and it shook off the powerful desires threatening to crack your bones.

He dodges the strike, but barely. You feel strands of his hair slip through your fingers as you pivot. Shock twists to something akin to confusion on his face, and he bats away another swing. He seems ready to attack you, but his body stutters, and the confusion on his face turns to anger as you lash out again, forcing him to take another step back.