#remind me to correct his info to include the assassin class

[fraldareius]

also yea. i do write felix during the war as a mortal savant with a semi subclass in assassin. so... he's managed to have a good grasp in magic, specifically lightning magic, and he's able to infiltate and assassinate if he needs to. on top of that he's just extremely fast and can travel longer distances. Not that he is the same as somebody on horseback in regards to distance, but he isn't bothered by difficult terrain as somebody on a horse would be.

i am unsure when t would be brought up in RPs - if at all - but i just wanted to make sure i have that properly out there. he's a very capable fighter and does, in fact, live up to the name 'lone wolf.'

[ellie-bee242]

My Heart Bleeds For You-Part 1

So…. This is my first attempt at a reader fic. Ever. Be gentle, and give ample feedback.

I’m so psyched for American Assassin guys, omg, the first time I saw the preview I just had major heart eyes. (keep in mind i have not read the book i’m just hella hyped for the movie and am going off of trailer info)

And after months of re-watching all the trailers and dying ten million times inside, I decided to try my hand at writing a fic. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated please!

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

Chapter 1: Rollin’

Song rec: Rollin’ by Calvin Harris ft. Future & Khalid

Word count: 2,916

Warnings: Obscure mentions of abuse, obscure mentions/ implied violence (fist fights), mentions of blood, swearing. Also consent. Lots and lots of super sexy consent.

“I don’t care what the hell you have to do, just plant yourself in her life, she’s the easiest way to get to your target.” Hurley ordered from across the table.

Those orders were what brought Mitch Rapp to a standstill in the middle of a privately owned gym just outside the city. He sighed as he waited for the owner to grace him with her presence. She’d only made him wait twenty minutes passed the time they’d scheduled their meeting so far.

“It’s for the sake of the mission. It’s for the sake of the mission.” He chanted impatiently under his breath.

Finally the door to the owner’s office opened and two women stepped out.

“Just remember Sally, you never have to apologize to me, alright?” One of them said, somehow sounding both firm and gentle. Sally nodded meekly and wiped at her face.

“Thanks (Y/N).” She sniffled.

“Anytime. Think about what I said okay?” She inquired.

“I’ll be there next week, but do I have to participate?” Sally asked.

“Oh sweetheart, of course you don’t. Only what you’re comfortable with. And if that’s just watching, then that it one hundred percent fine. This place will always be safe for all.” She assured. “Is it alright if I hug you?” (Y/N) asked. Sally chewed on her lip before sticking her hand out, and the girl opposite her didn’t hesitate to take it and shake it. “I look forward to seeing you next week Sally.” She smiled and watched the girl walk into the locker room to change back into her normal clothes. Then she turned to her door and saw the note posted on the outside. She peeled it off and turned back around as she read it.

“Mitch Rapp?” She called out in a surprisingly loud voice, looking around the gym as she did.

He stepped forward and rose his hand to get her attention. Her bright eyes landed on him and his eyebrows rose in surprise as he watched her blatantly rake her gaze up and down his form. “You’re here for the job opening right?” She asked once her eyes returned to his.

“Yes, ma’am.” He nodded.

“(Y/N) will do just fine.” She assured him before beckoning him forward as she stepped back into her office.

“Have a seat if you like. Do you want a water?”

“No, thank you, ma’a-” He stopped himself at her quick look as she walked around the side of her desk to sit in the chair behind it. “No, thank you, (Y/N).” He corrected and she smiled.

“Well, Mitch,” she started as she reached into a drawer and pulled out a file, “I have to say that your resume is impressive. But I do have concerns.” She flipped it open and glanced through it one more time just to make sure she had all the vital information.

“What concerns?” Mitch asked, and she looked up to find him sitting straight in his chair.

“Your military experience. I’m not going to ask what you had to do, and I thank you for your service, but…” She hesitated, not wanting to upset him.

“You can be blunt, I don’t mind.” He promised when he realized why she had paused.

“Do you have any form of PTSD or anger management issue?” She asked. “Because if you do, I’m sorry but I can’t hire you as an instructor.” She frowned in worry.

“Why not?” He asked and at her look rushed to clarify, “I don’t have PTSD or any anger issues by the way, if you need a psych review I can provide one, I was just curious why that would disqualify me.”

“I would like a review, if you don’t mind providing one. And it would disqualify you because the type of gym I run is meant to be a safe and relaxing environment for everyone. We teach hand to hand combat two days a week and I can’t hire people suffering from PTSD because they might hurt their students. Likewise with people who have anger problems. They’re not welcome in my employ or under this roof in any capacity.” She said sternly. Mitch nodded respectfully.

“The ad said that I would be filling a Personal Trainer and hand to hand combat trainer position, is that still true or would I be going somewhere else?” He asked.

“No, I’m still in need of a personal trainer and kickboxing instructor. My last one quit in order to go back to college.” She smiled fondly. “And that’s why I had to ask if you suffered either that mental illness or instability. You will be working closely with individual clients and you have to be patient and kind.” She commanded.

“Yes ma'am.” He said reflexively. She shot him a look and he felt his lips twitch upwards briefly. “Sorry.”

“We don’t really apologize here. We just promise to work on it.” She grinned. He nodded. “Mitch I know this is technically an interview but you don’t have to be so serious. If your psych eval. comes back clean you’ll get the job.” She promised.

“It’s a bad habit I’m afraid.” He said, attempting to smile. (Y/N) briefly turned pink, her face contorting before she burst into laughter.

“Okay… So maybe you should stick with serious. That smile looked painful.” She teased. He shifted awkwardly in his chair and she tried to school herself.

“Alright, so if you don’t mind, I have a therapist who you can go see for your evaluation?” She offered.

“Actually, I have a one prepared. After I was discharged.” He explained.

“Oh. Alright. Just email it to me, or mail it to me, or whatever you’d like, and then I’ll get back to you once I look it over.” She said, quickly grabbing a sticky-note pad and scribbling her email address and the address of the gym down on it. She peeled it off and handed it to him.

“Thanks.” He said as he took it.

“I look forward to seeing you again Mitch.” She smiled as she stood, prompting him to stand too. He watched her walk around her desk and go and open the door for him. He stepped out of her office and she turned to him. “May I shake your hand?” She asked. He frowned, perplexed on why she had to ask and offered his hand out.

“Sure.” He assented.

“Sorry. That’s something I forgot to mention. If you work here, consent is always required for even the simplest touch. Some of our members have had unfortunate pasts that brought them here. So, in order to make sure everyone is comfortable, we always ask before coming anywhere close to someone, even another employee.” She explained as she took his hand and shook it.

“That’s actually very considerate.” He noted.

“I try to accommodate everyone. I never want anyone to feel uncomfortable inside my gym.” She said seriously. Mitch nodded at her and she smiled softly at him. “I can’t wait to work with you.” She said again.

“That’s only if you think my evaluation is good.” His reminder only caused (Y/N) to grin.

“Nine times out of ten I’m a good judge of character, and I have a good feeling about you, Rapp.” She said confidently, giving the hand she still held a single pat before letting it go and walking away.

A week later he found himself following (Y/N) around the gym and hour before it opened listening as she explained what happened where and what activities were available on what days.

“… and that’s the infirmary.” She pointed to the door in the corner.

“Infirmary?” Mitch asked, sure he’d heard her wrong.

“I offer a free self-defense class after gym hours twice a week. The program spans six weeks. The first time I offered the class I was in the hospital every other week because someone had panicked trying to get out of a hold and elbowed me in the face. Luckily no one has broken my nose yet, but I figured I should add a room with basic first aid for my nose bleeds, and in case anyone else needs simple medical attention.” She shrugged. “It’s served me well in the past three years.” She sighed.

“Wow.” He was honestly impressed.

“Yeah, I learned to dodge out of the way pretty quickly but occasionally someone will catch me off guard.” (Y/N) laughed awkwardly, thinking he’d been surprised at the fact that she’d been injured enough times to need a whole room for medical care.

“I meant, wow, I’m impressed that you do that.” He clarified.

“Oh! Well…. I mean…” She fidgeted. “Everyone should be able to defend themselves. It wouldn’t be right if I charged to teach people something that should be their right to learn.” She shrugged. He nodded.

“Anyways, moving on with the tour.” She said quickly, walking ahead a few paces. She pointed out a set of double frosted glass doors. “That is room used for yoga routines and personal training in between. The next room over is used for kick boxing classes on Tuesdays, spin class on Wednesdays, and aerobics on Fridays. Unfortunately I don’t really have a designated space for a personal trainer so you’ll kind of just float between rooms if that’s cool.” She told him.

“That’s fine.” He assured her.

“Okay. Men’s locker and changing room, individual showers included and they’re cleaned every night by a custodial service. Women’s locker and changing rooms on the other side, if you ever hear of a problem in the women’s locker room please come and get me specifically. Actually, the same goes for the men’s locker room.” She added after a second of thought. He nodded.

“Can I ask why?” He wondered.

“Because I’m the only one allowed to settle and stop altercations if and when they happen. That way no one can try and come after one of my employees with legal bullshit.” She said bluntly.

“And you can take on two roided out guys?” He asked with a skeptical smirk. (Y/N) gave him a challenging look.

“You doubt my combat skills, Rapp?” She asked. He shrugged.

“You are….” He pinched his fingers together. “Tiny.” He grinned at how indignant she looked.

“If even I am tiny, which I’m not, I can still handle myself in a fight against two meat heads.” She huffed.

“It’s true, she’s a badass.” The new voice made both of them turn as a tall blonde strode into the gym with a bag slung across her chest.

“Hey Elle.” (Y/N) called to her.

“Hey gorgeous.” She winked jokingly. “Who’s the mop top next to you?” She asked as she walked up to them.

“This is Mitch Rapp, he’s going to be the new personal trainer and combat specialist.” (Y/N) introduced. “Mitch this is my good friend, and first employee, Elizabeth.”

“Call me Elle, please.” She smiled. “Can I shake your hand?” She asked, offering hers out.

“Sure.” He agreed, remembering the rule about consent in all things. Elle shook his hand and then grinned at her boss.

“I’m gonna go change and prepare my room.” She told her before heading to the locker room.

“Elle teaches the spin class. That’s why her legs look so amazing.” (Y/N) nearly sighed as Mitch focused back on her.

“I hadn’t noticed.” He shrugged.

“Yeah sure.” She snorted. “And before you ask, no I don’t have a policy against romance between employees. Just keep it professional during business hours is all I ask.” She said quickly.

“That’s not going to be a problem. I’m not interested in Elle.” He shrugged.

“Alright then.” She said, sounding like she didn’t believe him one bit. “Anyways, you can use today to build a routine you’d like to implement for next week’s class, and spend the day familiarizing yourself with the gym. Feel free to look in on any of the classes, just be aware of the members. If they seem uncomfortable, move on.” She suggested and Mitch nodded quickly. “I’m going head to my office, if you have any questions my door is usually unlocked. Also, sorry in advance. Elle won the weekly competition so this whole week her music is going to be blasting through the gym.” She laughed.

“Weekly competition?”

“Every week we have a little competition, voted on by all the employees beforehand. We hold the competition on Sunday nights after closing. This week’s competition was to see who could do the most lunges. I won.” Elle said triumphantly as she came out from the locker room, now changed into a pair of athletic leggings and a sports-bra. Her hair was pulled up into a bun and she had a large water bottle clutched in one hand.

“So when does the torture start?” (Y/N) asked.

“As soon as you’ll let it.” Elle grinned.

“Not until five minutes before opening.” The other girl reluctantly groaned. Elle simply cackled in response. “Mitch, feel free to use any of the equipment in the gym as well today.” (Y/N) said suddenly, pulling his attention solely back to her. He nodded.

“Alright, I’ll keep that in mind.” He replied.

“Cool. I’ll be in my office if anyone needs me.” She called before closing her door.

“Try not to need her. She’s usually busy with paper work on days where she doesn’t teach a class, and if she gets interrupted too much she’ll have to stay late at night.” Elle informed him. “I know she knows some pretty comprehensive self-defense, and I know I said she’s a badass but I still don’t like the thought of her here all alone late at night.” She frowned. Mitch nodded.

“You wouldn’t mind if I came to you with questions then, would you?” He asked.

“Not at all.” She smiled. “But if you don’t have any that are pressing right this moment I would like to get my room set up for today’s classes.” She thumbed over her shoulder and he nodded, gesturing for her to go ahead. “Glad to have you aboard, Mitch. Hope you like it here.” She smiled kindly before heading into the spin room.

He looked around, alone now, and decided to go change into his sports-wear. He’d take (Y/N) up on her suggestion, and use the day to familiarize himself with the equipment as well as come up with a combat routine.

“Mitch!” (Y/N) called after the gym closed.

He turned his head and saw her jogging out from her office to reach him before he walked out the door.

“Hey, what’d you think of today?” She asked.

“It was nice.” He said shortly. (Y/N) nodded and rocked back on her heels. When she realized he wasn’t going to say more she cleared her throat awkwardly and looked around for a second.

“Would you mind terribly helping me set up a couple things? James normal does it but he’s out sick today.” She requested.

“Sure, whatever you need. What are we setting up for?” He asked.

“I have a self-defense class beginning tonight.” She explained as she led him back to the massive storage room next to her office.

“Oh.” He intoned, not knowing what else to say. She grabbed a mat that dwarfed her and he moved forward to help.

“Oh, I got this one, if you could get that dummy right there.” She kicked a leg up to point her toes at it, sat in the corner.

“Alright, if you’re sure you got it.” He frowned.

“I’m good, promise.” She giggled before dragging the mat out of the room she got it where she wanted and then pulled at the Velcro straps before jumping out of the way as the mat unrolled and flopped to the ground. She went around the corners, securing the Velcro to the floor and then told him where to place the dummy so it’d be easier for her drag it into place later.

“Thanks.” She smiled after he’d place it down.

“Do you think I could come to the class tonight?” He asked suddenly. She blinked in surprise.

“Sure, if you want. If you want to observe you can sit with everyone else.” She shrugged.

“Or I could help you.” He suggested.

“Help me?” She wondered.

“Well, you need an ‘attacker’ don’t you?” He asked.

“No, not tonight. With what I had planned I’d break your nose.” She cringed.

“So I’ll help with equipment tonight.” He shrugged.

“I can’t pay you for this, it’s after hours and a free program.” She warned.

“That’s fine. I’d just like to help.” He shrugged.

“Alright. If you really want to spend your night lugging dummies around,” She rose her hands up in surrender, “then I definitely won’t be the one to stop you. You’ll be saving me a back ache.” She smiled. He nodded and gave her a minuscule smile in return.

“The class doesn’t actually start for another hour so if you want to do anything…” She shrugged.

“I’d like to get to know you, actually.” He said, startling her by the look of her expression.

“O-kay….” She said slowly.

“I thought we could be friendly.” He said as way of explanation.

“Alright. Wanna play twenty questions or something?” She laughed.

“I’m game if you are.” He shrugged.

“Why the hell not.” She sighed before plopping down on the mat sitting lotus style and leaning back on her hands. Mitch sat down across from her and mirrored her position. “You first.” She made a sweeping gesture between them.

“What’s your favorite color?” He asked.