An alternate universe in which y/n is an assassin undercover as a florist, but one day her assigned person walks in her flower shop.

Y/n y/l/n is a worker at a flower shop called Flowers And Flowers. But she's actually not a florist. Y/n is an assassin undercover as a florist. Working with one of the biggest assassin gangs in the world, y/n is very fearless. She has killed many people, without any heart or fear.

"Y/n," Her boss at the flower shop calls out, "please make a bouquet for this customer."

"Yes sir." Y/n nods as she walks to the customer. "What will you like ma'am?" Y/n asks with a fake grin on her face.

"A bouquet of red roses please." The girl replies.

"Sure, come with me." Y/n takes the customer to her working spot in the flower shop. She quickly bunches red roses together and makes a bouquet.

"Can you please add that sparkly thingy on them?" The customer asks.

"Sure." Y/n adds a little glitter on the flowers, making them gleam whenever light falls on them. She hands the bouquet to the girl and she pays for it and goes out of the shop.

"Y/n I have to leave for some urgent family work." Her boss says hastily. "Please handle the customers that come."

"Okay." Y/n flashes another one of her famous fake grins as her boss leaves the shop. As soon as he steps out and the door closes, y/n's grin wipes off as she drops on a chair and huffs out.

"I hate this job." She mutters to herself. "Why do I have to be undercover as a florist, of all the things? The smell of these flowers is getting up my nose now."

Her phone begins to ring as she stops loathing her surroundings and pulls it out. It was her boss. Her real boss.

"Yes sir?" He asks as she takes her phone to her ear.

"You have a new assignment." A deep voice speaks from the other end of the line.

"Yes!" Y/n mumbles to herself. "What is it?" She speaks, now audibly for her boss to hear.

"A boy, exactly your age. He has long dark blonde hair and green eyes. He's very tall - 6'5 to be exact. He is very tan. And is an Aussie." Her boss gives the details as y/n jots them down on a paper. "And his name is Ruel." Y/n writes down his name as 'Rool' on the paper and underlines it several times. "Its spelled as R-u-e-l."

"Oops." Y/n murmurs before scratching the 'Rool' and writing 'Ruel' under it.

"Why am I supposed to kill him by the way?" Y/n questions.

"He used to work for the Black Ninjas." As her boss mentions 'Black Ninjas', y/n snaps the pencil in her hand in two pieces, purely out of anger and hatred.

Black Ninjas is another assassin gang, and is constantly in rivalry with y/n's gang. They would always fight; trying to prove themselves better.

"Wait, 'used to'?" Y/n asks, perplexed about the unusual phrase in his statement.

"Yes, used to. Your job is to get close to him, now you can do that being friends or falling in love, and come to know all of the secrets of Black Ninjas. And then, kill him. We don't want him being later caught by the Black Ninjas. They will make him tell everything, everything you ask him, every moment you spend with him, everything. So, kill him. But, after you come to know the secrets." Her boss explains. "But make sure to not actually fall in love." She continues to jot down the important points with now a new pencil.

"Got it. Get close to him, recover all the secrets and then kill him. When will I get to meet him?"

"Soon, you will meet him, don't worry. Keep his name and description in your mind." And with that, the boss hangs up the call as an occasional beep comes from the other end of the line. Y/n sighs as she puts her phone back in her pocket and looks out the window, humming a random tune as her mind plays with the fresh information it just got.

Y/n gets pulled out of her daydreams and wandering thoughts when the creaky sounds of the door opening reach her ears. She looks up to see an extremely tall boy with long dark blonde hair and green eyes. He's very tan and-

"Ruel?" Y/n mumbles to herself before getting up from her chair and walking up to him.

"Welcome to Flowers And Flowers! How can I help you?" She greets.

"Hey, I just want a small bunch of flowers." He requests.

"What sort of flowers?"

"Can I see the various types available?"

"Alright, come this way please." Y/n leads him to her workspace in the shop. "These all flowers are available." Ruel begins to walk around the shop, inspecting the wonderful flowers available at the shop.

"He's so good looking damn." Y/n mutters to herself as her eyes can't get off him, they somehow follow and inspect his every movement carefully, as she tries to understand him, his movements, his emotions.

"No y/n." She speaks to herself as she forces her eyes off him. "Get close to him, but don't actually fall in love. Letting go will become a task on its own."

"These ones." He decides, pointing to a bunch of daisies.

"Okay." Y/n walks to the daisies and picks them up and begins to make a bunch of the ethereal daisies. Once its made, she hands it to Ruel, and their hands slightly brush past each other. Ruel smiles, making y/n blush. He pays for the daisies.

"Just in case, you know, if you want to hang out or something, can I get your number?" Ruel asks shyly.

Y/n giggles. "Of course." She notes her number on a piece of paper and hands it to him.

"What's your name?"

"Y/n."

"Cool, I'm Ruel."

"What a unique name."

"Yeah, its a dutch name. I better get going now. Bye y/n." Ruel greets before walking out of the shop.

"Bye Ruel!" Y/n yells after him. As he is out of the shop, y/n jumps in happiness. "Yes! He's in my trap!" She cheers.

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6 weeks later:

Y/n hastily pours the instant noodles in a bowl and jumps on her couch in her small apartment. She presses play on her show which she left in between and continues to binge to it in her oversized hoodie and sweatpants. Y/n hasn't had the audacity to change her clothes since 3 days, so she's in her same clothes which bear stains from her breakfast 3 days ago till the instant noodles she's slurping now.

Talking about Ruel and y/n, they both went on numerous dates in the span of six weeks, and are an official relationship. Ruel is head over heels for y/n, and doesn't know why she's actually with him. And y/n, her feelings for him are... confusing. She probably likes him, but she keeps on denying her feelings because she can't actually fall in love. But there's no hiding of the fact that she absolutely adores Ruel's company, and hates it when they go back to their separate homes. They've had their first kiss, which was a blissful experience for the both of them. How can someone not fall for someone like Ruel?

Y/n's phone suddenly begins to ring as she groans and pauses her show again. She places her bowl on the table in front of her couch and fishes her phone from her hoodie's pocket. Ruel's name is flashing across the screen. A smile graces her face without her even knowing as she slides her thumb across the screen, accepting the call.

"Hello?" She asks.

"Hey bubs." Ruel's sweet voice comes from the other end, making her smile even wider. "I'm reaching your place in a minute."

Y/n's smile wipes away instantly as her gaze goes down to her extremely dirty clothes in horror.

"Bubs you there?" Ruel asks when he doesn't receive a reply.

"Yeah yeah I'm here. Okay, can't wait to meet you!"

Before Ruel could say anything further, y/n hangs up the call and jumps off her couch and sprints to her room to find clothes which aren't as dirty.

Wait, why is she even bothering to look good for Ruel?

As she removes her hoodie and replaces it with a cleaner one, the bell of her apartment rings. Her sweatpants are alright, but her hair...

The doorbell rings again and y/n has no choice but to go and open it. She runs up to it and opens to see Ruel standing behind and smiling.

"Hey bubs." He smiles as he walks inside and places a small kiss on her cheek.

"Hey." Y/n replies as she gladly accepts his kiss.

He didn't even notice her hair. To Ruel it doesn't matter whether y/n is a mess or very organized, he loves her for her.

A blush creeps up on y/n's face as she walks and sits next to Ruel, who was sitting on her couch. Her head itself drops on his shoulder and he wraps his arms around her, moving his hand in her hair and placing an occasional kiss on her forehead.

Both of them, in silence, watch the show y/n was watching earlier. She dozes off without her even realising. Ruel chuckles at the sight as he silently switches the TV off and picks up her up as if she weighs just like a feather and walks to her room. Y/n leans her head against Ruel's chest as Ruel walks inside and delicately places her on the bed and tucks her under the duvets. He climbs in the bed and lies next to her, with her head on his chest as he himself dozes off.

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Next day:

Y/n wakes up to the voices of pans and pots clacking against each other. She rubs her eyes and lifts the duvets off her body as she walks out to see Ruel in the kitchen, trying to make pancakes. There is a plate next to him, full of burnt pancakes.

"Hi Gordon Ramsay." Y/n chuckles as she firmly drapes her arms around Ruel's torso from back.

Ruel laughs in reply as he finally makes a perfectly cooked golden - brown pancake.

"Yes!" He cheers. "This one's for you angel." He says as he pours maple syrup all over it and hands it to y/n.

"A- angel?" Y/n stutters, blushing at the nickname.

"That's my nickname for you." Ruel says with a proud smile. "Do you- don't like it?" He asks sorrowfully.

"No! No I love it." Y/n says as Ruel's smile comes back on. He boops y/n's nose and continues to make more pancakes. Soon enough they both are sitting on each side of the table with a huge pile of pancakes in the center.

"Have to admit, you're a good cook." Y/n says, eating the piece of pancake stuck on her fork.

"I know angel." Ruel replies sassily as he flips his long hair. "Oh I forgot to tell you, I have to attend a party tonight. Will you join me?"

"Of course. At what time?"

"Be ready till 7.00 pm, I'll come to pick you up."

"Alright."

Both of them finish eating their pancakes and rinse the dishes as Ruel goes out of y/n's apartment to his own, not before giving her an actual kiss. As y/n sees Ruel's car drive away from her balcony, she couldn't help but smile at all the memories of the morning.

"He's so cute and nice. He took such good care of me." Y/n happily says to herself as she sways in her apartment and collapses on her couch. And just like a flick of a switch, reality strikes her.

"I actually like him, holy shit."

Her look of happiness replaces with one of fear and worry. She can't fall for him, no. It just isn't an option. She has to kill him soon.

Her phone begins to ring as she brings the screen closer to her face to see her boss calling.

"Hello?"

"Y/N Y/L/N! 6 WEEKS! ITS BEEN 6 WEEKS AND I STILL SEE RUEL VAN DIJK ROAMING AROUND ALIVE! WHY ISN'T HE DEAD YET? WHY HAVEN'T YOU KILLED HIM YET? WHY HAVEN'T YOU UNCOVERED THE NECESSARY INFORMATION YET? THIS IS TOO MUCH! YOU HAVE ONE WEEK MORE, HE BETTER BE DEAD AND YOU BETTER BE COMING TO MY OFFICE WITH DETAILS!" He screams into the phone as y/n rubs her forehead with her hand's thumb and forefingers in order to calm herself.

"But-"

And just like that, her boss cuts the call, leaving y/n all by herself to do the job.

To be continued...

Author's note

Holy shit, this has to be the longest imagine I've written yet. And it's not even finished yet. But I (don't wanna sound braggy) am so proud of it, like I loved the way it came out and how the whole plot came together.

Pwetty pwease vote and comment. They motivate to write more.

With love through health and sickness
Keziah