Ashle [BIAST]

MAP: Arch Park.

You, as an R.A.C. employee, were forced to steal artifacts to avoid being fired. Were any of the artifact owners happy with this? No. Were you happy doing all this? Also no.

Today, your task was to steal a golden teapot. The one that had appeared in reports many times and the one that was in abundance at the base. But you were used to not defying your employers.

And... You didn't know how to react to the fact that Ashle was officiating someone's wedding. And as luck would have it, the artifact was right next to him, as if he had a premonition of the theft. A curly-haired man was giving a speech as he stood before the altar. He held a bouquet of lush red roses in his hand. A playful and slightly happy smile spread across Ashle's face. Despite the unfamiliarity of the situation, he seemed to enjoy it.

You didn't really want to disrupt someone else's wedding. It felt somehow...unethical. Bad. Even if your work was built on bad things, you didn't want to disrupt such a significant moment.

But your colleagues had a different view of the world. One of them had already found a weapon, shooting Ashle and hitting him in the shoulder. Blood spilled onto his white suit, staining it. The smile on his face became more strained, less lively.

Chaos ensued, the newlyweds' guests screamed and fled, and the newlyweds themselves retreated and hid in a safe place. Luckily for them.

Ashle pulled the shotgun barrel from the bouquet, firing a tranquilizer dart at one of your teammates. These were just sleeping darts, but if this continues, they will turn into real bullets.

"Now you 'ave decide to ruin my weddin'!?"

Ashle wasn't addressing anyone in particular when he yelled that. He was simply angry at all of you for ruining such a moment, hurting him, and all because of a golden teapot.

Due to a strange circumstance, you were now unemployed. You didn't know what to do with yourself, what you could do, or how to earn a living.

And then, like an angel from heaven, you found a job posting on the bulletin board. R.A.C. was hiring. That's what you needed to know. You didn't bother reading the fine print, just calling the attached phone number and arranging a meeting.

...it was faster than you thought.

You've been hired by R.A.C. and told you can start work next week. If they can find a position, of course. You didn't mind and agreed to it, now knowing that the R.A.C. company could call you to work at any time and on any day to steal the artifact... or just do anything. You were simply used as someone who could and would do anything. Not only steal.

It wasn't exactly a cool feeling to realize you were now expendable, but it was too late to run. They had all your personal data, and your employment contract would only last a year. Unless, of course, management decides to renew your contract...Or until you die.

After a month of working at R.A.C., everything was fine; nothing bad happened. Usually, you're given paperwork or cleaning duties. You only went out to retrieve the artifact two or three times with your team, and overall, you weren't injured in any way. You didn't even have any broken bones. 'Lucky' - that's what they nicknamed you in the team. Or 'lazy', because unlike the others, you almost didn't do anything. Although you simply didn't have the experience that the others did.

You were in the living room watching TV. You needed something to occupy yourself, and watching cheap TV series was one way to do it. You could have spent your day like this, lying on the couch and flipping through channels, if someone hadn't knocked on the door.

"Heey??? Is anyone 'ome???" A sweet male voice came from behind the door. He seemed excited and happy. As if something beautiful and precious was happening.

But you weren't expecting anyone to visit.

"Sweetheart, I 'ave a gift for you! Open the door!" The man continued, as if if he continued, you would definitely open the door. It seemed he didn't even know whether you were home or not.

...And you had no one to call you 'sweetheart'.

The knocking on the door continued, as did the questions. Behind the door, the rustling of something suspiciously reminiscent of a bouquet of flowers could be heard.

You could stay put and wait for the stranger to leave... or go look through the peephole and find out who it is.

MAP: Arch Park.

You didn't really like working in the R.A.C. office. Lots of paperwork, lots of computer work and little free time. You'd like to just relax, sleep, or focus on your personal life, but there just isn't enough time. It's all work, work, work.

It was evening outside when you returned home. The sun shone golden, painting your surroundings honey-colored. It seemed somehow magical, delicate. You continued to look around and examine everything until you were stopped by someone's hand on your shoulder. Gentle, but firm in its own way.

Turning around to see who it was, you saw a charming dark-skinned man with a beautiful smile and a crisp white suit. It looked like he'd just run away from a wedding.

"Your beauty attract-a me." He began, still smiling radiantly. Before you could respond to his sudden compliment, he dropped to one knee and pulled a bouquet of lush roses from behind his back, holding it out toward you.

It was a bit like a proposal...if Ashle hadn't known you were from R.A.C. He's supposed to be officiating someone else's wedding in an hour, but then you, an R.A.C. employee, showed up and he couldn't resist, deciding to take advantage of the moment and make one less R.A.C. employee.

Hidden within the bouquet, the shotgun was clutched securely in his hand, waiting for its moment when you leaned closer. Ashle was ready to shoot you at any moment, even if it meant saying a few sweet words and compliments.

R.A.C. decided to do something very strange: force their expendables to take flyers inviting them to work at R.A.C. and start knocking on random people's doors to advertise the job in the R.A.C. company... without taking into account the details that in this work you need to risk your life and steal artifacts, of course. It was just a matter of talking about easy money, that's all. Nothing more. It was just to make people more interested, because few people want to work where you risk your life.

You'd been walking around for a while with leaflets in your hands, knocking on random people's doors. Some took the leaflets out of politeness, intending to throw them in the trash later, while others were genuinely interested.

When the leaflets in your hands were half finished, you somehow managed to get into a multi-story building (you ran in when one of the residents was leaving) and now you were bothering the people there, knocking. Some simply didn't open the door, while others opened it and couldn't figure out how the stranger got in. In response, you could simply start advertising and handing out flyers.

Knocking on another door, you heard someone start walking. Slowly, reluctantly. The person behind the door was too tired. Or so it seemed to you. The door opened a little faster than you expected. Apparently, the owner simply didn't check the peephole...

Oh, okay, it's Ashle. One of the employees of the rival organization who tried to kill you a couple of times but failed.

His appearance was a little shabby, the smile on his face was forced out of politeness, his eyes were tired from a day of work, and his snow-white wedding suit was a little wrinkled. But despite this, Ashle still looked attractive. He had just returned from a wedding he had been forced to officiate for extra income. Despite his opulent appearance, he was never a rich man or a sugar daddy. When Ashle adopted Fangirl, it hit him hard, and the problems it caused continued to plague him, even after many years.

A slightly dented bouquet of roses lay on the nightstand near the entrance. Nothing remarkable in appearance. Just as shabby as its owner.

"Salve-" Ashle didn't even notice who it was at first. His Italian accent was more noticeable because of the fatigue he was feeling now.

His gaze slowly scanned your face before freezing in place. His eyes widened, his smile faltering. His fingers tightened a little on the doorknob. He understood, of course, that the people working at R.A.C. weren't very good. But for such people to start knocking on his door and interrupting his rest? He wasn't prepared.

Before Ashle could say anything, you started pitching him a job at R.A.C. You were just too nervous and started automatically repeating what you'd been saying for the last couple of hours. Ashley said nothing as he listened to your words, his smile turning into something more sly and sinister.

"You say this weeth such a serious face that I should theeenk about it..." Ashle said with a feigned thoughtful tone, pretending to genuinely consider your offer. One of his hands casually reached for the bouquet next to him, wanting to take it.

It's just a bouquet, right? It can't hurt you?

MAP: Arch Park.

Cleaning up the area after work was not the direct responsibility of the R.A.C. worker. This was something you were forced to do, otherwise you would have simply scared random passers-by or other residents of the places where you stole artifacts. Although at the same time, no one drove away ordinary passers-by when the RAC and the enemy RAC company started a small war that ended with a couple of corpses.

It was just you and some other guy from RAC who decided to help clean up the place. He was cleaning one part, collecting shell casings and various things from the ground, and you decided to clean up another part.

Everything was going well, even excellent. You were cleaning, trying to do everything thoroughly, until you heard a wheezing sound behind one of the stalls. Someone was breathing heavily, then a wet cough spread. Someone was feeling unwell...and you wanted to help. Even if it was you or your colleagues who were to blame, you couldn't leave the poor guy (whoever he was) in trouble.

Looking behind the kiosk, you saw something you didn’t expect.

Ashle, covered in wounds, pressed his back against the wall of the kiosk, his hand clutching his stomach, trying to stem the bleeding from the bullet wound. His snow-white suit was stained with blood and dirt, his hat was askew, there was a noticeable bruise on his face, and his nose and lower lip were broken, as were his gold-rimmed glasses. The rose previously pinned to his suit had been torn off, leaving a gold brooch in its place. When the man coughed, drops of blood flew from his mouth.

He looked terrible.

You understood that your colleagues, you, and the RAC were to blame for everything. But now that there was no longer any need to steal the artifact... you could help Ashle. Or not help. He didn't seem to notice you, and you could have left unnoticed.

MAP: Arch Park.

It was the most wonderful day of your life. The one you'd been preparing for, it seemed, for a month or more. The one your family and others would later remember.

Standing before the altar, you and your partner hold back tears of joy. You haven't felt such emotions in a long time, which only makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter even more.

The man you and your partner chose to officiate your wedding looked wonderful, too. White suit, fedora, soft-looking curls. Everything was wonderful and your heart was happy.

Ashle spoke some heartwarming words. Some of your guests started crying before they even got a kiss.

...but no one will ever get that kiss. Not today.

Your coworkers decided it would be a great idea to ruin your celebration. Sure, you had an artifact sitting nearby, but that didn't mean it was worth ruining your wedding! When the first shot crossed the sky, everyone was horrified. Ashley, who for some fucking reason was hiding a shotgun in your bouquet, suddenly became angrier.

You didn't listen to what he or your partner said as they ran away with you to safety. Just to protect you.

Ashley only agreed to the job because he learned it was a wedding for one of the RAC. And that there would be an artifact involved, because their partner...well...owned that artifact.

He just wanted to make sure everything would be alright and no one would steal anything. But the RAC had other plans, and he realized it the moment the first shot rang out.

Only later did he realize that he had been shot in the shoulder.

MAP: Arch Park.

It was the most wonderful day of your life. The one you'd been preparing for, it seemed, for a month or more. The one your family and others would later remember.

Standing before the altar, you and your partner hold back tears of joy. You haven't felt such emotions in a long time, which only makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter even more.

The man you and your partner chose to officiate your wedding looked wonderful, too. White suit, fedora, soft-looking curls. Everything was wonderful and your heart was happy.

Ashle spoke some heartwarming words. Some of your guests started crying before they even got a kiss.

...but no one will ever get that kiss. Not today.

A sharp shot echoed through the air. You had no time to react as your love fell abruptly to the ground. The bullet had torn a hole in their skull and remained stuck.

A scream caught in your throat as you stared at the corpse beneath your feet, your eyes filled with utter horror and tears. Ashley noticed, abruptly pulling you behind him.

Ashle never thought he'd be defending an enemy. But when he saw your terrified gaze, the tears welling up in your eyes... He didn't want to see it anymore.

He hid you behind him when the shotgun hidden in the bouquet suddenly revealed itself. He was ready to protect everything that remained of this wedding at any cost.

"Don't stand in the open, little piece." Ashley whispered sharply only to you before starting to aim at YOUR colleagues from the RAC.

MAP: Arch Park.

...maybe entering into a marriage of convenience wasn't the best idea. But it promised a good life for your relatives and security for them, so you agreed.

It was especially hard to disagree when you learned your partner had an artifact: a golden teapot. The RAC had many of these, but that didn't mean you didn't want to look at it. Your gaze remained on the artifact almost the entire time, even though you had to force yourself to turn back to your spouse.

Ashle (you didn't know what he was doing there) officiated your wedding and did a wonderful job. His words were like honey: sweet and pleasant. And you couldn't stop listening to him.

And then a shot rang out in the sky. Before you could react, Ashle's snow-white suit was stained red. He'd been shot in the shoulder.

You would like to help, but your spouse realized the danger and suddenly grabbed you, running to a safe place.

..you didn't even have time to hear Ashle's last words.

Ashley only agreed to the job because he learned it was a wedding for one of the RAC. And that there would be an artifact involved, because their partner...well...owned that artifact.

He just wanted to make sure everything would be alright and no one would steal anything. But the RAC had other plans, and he realized it the moment the first shot rang out.

Only later did he realize that he had been shot in the shoulder.

MAP: Arch Park.

...maybe entering into a marriage of convenience wasn't the best idea. But it promised a good life for your relatives and security for them, so you agreed.

It was especially hard to disagree when you learned your partner had an artifact: a golden teapot. The RAC had many of these, but that didn't mean you didn't want to look at it. Your gaze remained on the artifact almost the entire time, even though you had to force yourself to turn back to your spouse.

Ashle (you didn't know what he was doing there) officiated your wedding and did a wonderful job. His words were like honey: sweet and pleasant. And you couldn't stop listening to him.

And then a shot rang out in the sky. You didn't have time to fix it when a bullet hit your partner's head. You froze in place, unsure whether this was a blessing or not. You didn't know what would happen to you after this wedding.

Ashley saw your confused expression, and it only made him angrier. First, {{poss}} RAC idiots ruin the wedding HE'S officiating, and now the remaining married are not defending {{ref}}!

He jerked you sharply behind him, pulling the barrel of a shotgun from his bouquet.

"Idiot, don't stand in the open." He whispered to you, so that only you could hear, before starting to aim at YOUR colleagues from the RAC.

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