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Just found this on Pinterest and thought it would be cool to write something. Hope you guys enjoy it!

BTW, mentions of killing and assassins and stuff like that.

I saw C/N across the hall and I smiled. A text went through my phone, but I ignored it. I walked up to him and smiled.
"Would you like to meet up tonight?" He looked at his phone and tapped it. My phone buzzed with another message.
"Sure. Just text me where and when," he left and went to class.

For the past week, there is always someone following me. The texts came after this. They would describe where I was and what I was doing at that moment. I found out who this person and have been ignoring every text or call unless I'm alone.
I texted C/N later that night to meet me at the old warehouse at midnight. I snuck out of the house and went to the warehouse. After a while, I felt someone following me. I went inside and went into a room with a table, chair, and lamp.
"Hello? C/N?" I called out, fumbling for the light.
"I'm here, the door creaked and shut. "We are here. Now what?" I turned on the light.
"I just wanted to meet up.  What's wrong, C/N? I sat on the table.
"You seem too comfortable here," he walked closer to me, further into the light.
"I just come here often. Every few weeks or so," he frowned and I smiled at him. "I come here so often, I can tell you locked the door. It won't be able to open from this side. There is only one way out and I know about it. You don't," he looked at me.
"You wanted me alone. Why?" I stood and hugged him. He stiffened and I pressed a hand to his hip. In a swift movement, I took the knife from the waistband and skipped away, twirling it between my fingers.
"Only rookies keep their knives in their waistband. You should know that."
"Alright, you win. I'm on duty," I rolled my eyes.
"Your father hired you to stalk me then kill me. It's not like I'm dangerous or anything."
"You've killed several dozen people in the last few months. It's for the safety of the country," he looked away from me and sat in the chair.
"Okay, and? I'm doing all of this for a reason. Maybe the same reason you don't want to kill me. When I was young, my father would teach me to kill. He said it was for love. Before your father's company decided to kill him, he told me that I would find someone new to love and kill for. I've searched this world for that love and I've found him. He had followed me everywhere until I told him to meet me here. Here we are," I went back to the table and sat down. I dug the knife into the wood.
"I led you straight into my lair. Where I really live. I'm showing all of this to you. I know you might run to your father, tell him everything. Do it. I don't care. I'm just going to continue this because I love you, C/N."

C/N POV
I walked into my father's study and he looked up from his papers.
"Any update?"
"Dead."
"Good man. Your next assignment is on your desk," I sat in a chair.
"I'm quitting the job. I can't concentrate on this or school. I want to graduate first before I do anymore work."
"Your the best on the squad. Why need a high school education? You'll inherit this when I die and continue the business."
"No. I want to be myself. I'm going to be a normal teen. I'm 17. 17 year Olds don't assassinate criminals."
"You've been doing it since you were 13. I inherited this from your grandfather and neither of us had a diploma."
"I'm leaving. I'll find somewhere else to go. I just want to go to school and have friends."
"Go then. I just won't have a son anymore," I ran out of the building and ducked into a nearby alley. I sat down and ran a hand through my hair. I leaned my head back against the bricks. I felt something against my cheek and I opened my eyes.
"He'll be off your back," she looked down at me and helped me up. I leaned against her and I blacked out.

Y/N POV
I took him to my house and set him on the bed. I went downstairs and cooked some food. I ate and put the leftovers in the small fridge.
I waited by the bed for hours, waiting for him to wake up. When he did, I was pacing near the closet.
"What happened? Where are we?"
"You confronted your father and I took you to my house."
"You actually have a house?"
"Nothing much. I got it from dad and have done some odd jobs for major assassins over the years to keep it going," I reheated some of the leftovers and brought it to him.
"I didn't know you could cook."
"Look, just because I kill people does not mean I can't cook or do anything else to keep me alive," I went to walk away and he took my hand. He dragged me onto the bed and wrapped his arm around my waist.
"Thanks for letting me stay. Once I'm done, I'll go home," I shook my head.
"You can stay. Your father won't find you again," I set his empty plate aside and he started to cry.
"Mom died when I was 13. She was the only thing that prevented him from getting me a job there. She said I was too young and she was right. Once she was gone, I started working. He kept me busy, between working and school. I couldn't do both anymore. I wanted to continue with work until yesterday. I don't want to go back," his head fell onto my shoulder and I turned to give him a hug. He cried for a while the he went to sit up. I pulled him closer and he shifted onto his back. I leaned against the wall and combed through his hair.
"What would I do without you?"
"Probably working with your dad still," he nodded and we sat like that for a while.
"So if none of this happened, would you still, you know," he asked.
"Probably. Now I have another worry that overlooks that job."
"Whats that worry?" I kissed his forehead and he pulled me back down onto his lips.
"You are my worry now," he looked into my eyes.

We walked into school the next week and his friends, who's parents works for his dad, cornered him behind the bleachers after school.
"I don't think that's a wise decision," I walked calmly behind them.
"Back off,freak.  This doesn't concern you," C/N was still on the ground, not moving.
"This is as much my business as it is yours," I knelt by his side and made sure he was okay.
"We must dispose of him now," I stepped over him.
"Take one step towards him and find out who I really am," I took a defensive stance and the four guys attacked at once. I fought all of them off at once and I stood back. "Okay, I'm waiting," they stayed down. "Thats your warning. I might not be so merciful the next time," I picked up C/N bridal style and took us home.
I nursed his scraped and black eye. He woke up a while later.
"Is this going to be a common trend?" We both asked and laughed.
"I'll be fine."
"I think the guys were beat up more. Rumors will fly and no one will mess with you again. I'll make sure of it," he sat up and took my hand.
"No more killing," I huffed and promise I wouldn't kill anyone right away.

A few months later
We graduated and no one had gone near either of us after that day. We went home after the ceremony and curled up on the couch. I kissed C/N's cheek and went upstairs. I looked for a pair of socks when I felt a small, solid object. I lifted it up out of the drawer and examined it. I heard C/N coming up the stairs and put the box back. I buried it and grabbed some socks.
"What are you doing?" I held up the socks.
"My feet are cold," he walked over to me and kissed my temple.
"We were under a blanket. How could you be cold," I shrugged and we went downstairs.
"Hey, Y/N?" I looked at him.
"Yeah?"
"I love you and I want to spend forever with you. I know you already might know from earlier but..." He slid off the couch and got down on one knee. I bundled the blanket around me, trying to contain the heat.
"Y/N?" My legs got tangled in the blanket and in me trying to detangle myself, I fell off the couch and onto him. "Will you marry me?" I quit struggling and stared at him. I was silent as he slid the ring on my finger. "You okay?" I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him.
"Yes. I was just in shock. I never thought something like this would happen to me," we made a small blanket fort and stayed there all night.

Few months later
I walked to C/N and we went through the ceremony.  The doors banged open and his father stormed up the aisle. He stopped in front of us and C/N went pale.
"This is a private event. You aren't allowed to be here," the priest said.
"I don't care. Leave us," he shuffled away and C/N's father turned his attention to C/N.
"You lied directly to my face, vet your friends beat up and you go to her. You are an insult to us. All of our family's hard work," I stood between him and his father.
"You have no right being here. We never invited anyone, especially you. You need to leave. He isn't your son anymore. You disowned him," I yelled. His father slapped me hard across the face. I held my ground, my eyes blazing.
"You'll regret that. Plan B, C/N," he was already out the door and I grinned at his father. I grabbed a rope above my head and propelled myself into the high rafters. I walked along the beams and I made it to a makeshift ladder. His father slammed the door and climbed the ladder. The small walkway ended and I stood by the edge. His father shook the platform as he stomped towards me.
"I should have killed you personally when I had the chance," I grinned.
"I should have let you live longer than I'm about to," I brought my foot down on a contraption and it lifted his father into the air. "Now it's just going to be an accident," I waved goodbye and walked away. At the rafters, I flicked a switch and saw something break a few of the beams on its way down. I walked out onto the beam and laid there.
"Y/N, where are you? He saw me and I looked up at him.
"C/N," he pressed his forehead to mine.
"We have to get you out of here. It isn't safe," he lifted me up and I closed my eyes.

We got married the following week. We testified against his father and his company. The company went bankrupt and C/N got all of his father's inheritance. We lived in our house for a while, laying low.

"I've been thinking about all of this," C/N looked up from his book at me.
"Uh oh."
"How would you feel if we had a baby?"
"No teaching it to play with knives or anything else dangerous," he went back to the book in his hand. I pulled it from his hands and he looked at me again. "And no stories on murder?" He guessed.
"I'm pregnant," he pulled me to him. He peppered my face in kisses and I giggled.
"I was being serious though. No playing with dangerous objects and no murderous stories," I laughed and kissed him.
"Fine. Not until she's older," he folded me in his embrace and frowned.
"She? Are you far enough along to know yet?" I shook my head.
"I'm just guessing."

A few months later
C/N POV
I ran my hand down her hair and held her hand. I reassured her everything would be fine.
"Its a girl," Y/N looked up at me, victory in her eyes.
"I told you it was going to be a girl," I kissed her forehead.

This one is pretty long. Like 2100+ words. Hope you guys enjoyed it!