Hello, here I will save all my One-Shots (or mostly all stories in general) as a collection.
There will be mostly Alpha/Beta/Omega-AUs because I love the genre.
Always Breddy-centered, but each story in different settings
Warning: most likely NSF...
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Collab with Reviloo/vilopan
Crosspost from AO3
Chapter 3 Act 2
Exhaustion found its way into Eddy's bones as he stumbled down the street, his hands all fresh and cleaned after his last kill. Sneaking a glance into a nearby car mirror - make sure nobody was behind him, nobody saw anything - he continued to weave through the warm air of the summer city and took a deep breath of the pollen-filled air in some attempt to rid his body of the lingering adrenaline.
Eliminating the mark never lost its glamour; it was still satisfying to Eddy after all these years, and there was absolutely nothing in the known universe that could beat the glory of a kill. The spark and excitement always persisted, even if some things had grown to be quite different: sometimes, Eddy looked back at his old self from two years ago and scoffed, because what an absolute fool.
Firstly, the fact that he was disorganized to the point where he had lost all track of where everything was - did he forget to dispose of the bloody clothing once? Indeed. Was his career ruined for it? Not quite, thank god. Did he also forget to check his tail, forget to see if anyone had their sights on him as their next kill? Definitely, leaving Eddy both grateful that the person was even more of an amateur than he was and pale at the realization that he genuinely had no idea what he was doing. Brett pointed out his incompetence in the bar: it was the moment when Eddy had the corpse and a bloodied pocket knife in a parking lot that made him internalize it.
And, of course, the fact that he took pride in the mess once. How odd. How stupid.
How naive.
The night was beginning to grow darker by the second, but there was a stop in Eddy's mind - he was behind to the point that he was completely oblivious to news from years ago, and there was a rumor involving the once-legendary Brett Yang that he needed to confirm for himself. It was careless, as he was still too close to the vicinity of the kill: however, the curiosity that simmered in his gut refused to release its hold on him.
He turned the corner, and there it was - a little café, completely inconspicuous in the warm street lights. Despite it being too late for any type of coffee, it was still bustling with people enjoying their conversations with each other: somewhere in there should be his answers, his confirmations.
One last deep breath, and Eddy dove in.
Two years passed since Brett vanished on the young killer.
His next job he was leaving the boy for ended in a disaster. That had to be karma at its best.
What was the very important thing he tried to teach Eddy?
