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* to my lover, i'd never lie (dubz x f!reader)

♫ "HIM & I" G-EAZY & HALSEY ☼ Fic Request: Dubz and reader are in a push-pull relationship. He does dumb stuff that can get them in trouble. But the reader forgives him because she loves him. - for @stray-kaz

A/N: Dubz imagine. So here I am, watching the trailer for the 908908 time. lol! I hope it's good, love! I tried really just get into the bad guy mindset. <333! Feedback and comments are appreciated! Thank you!! ♥ [Warnings: soft love, fluffy, hints of violence]

Ever since you were young, you were obsessed with fairy tales and love stories. You watched in amazement as the prince and princesses ended up with a beautiful happy ending. For a long while, you believed yourself to be like “Anastasia,” the long-lost princess of a kingdom.

When you grew up, you found out these stories were just that - fairy tales. Your prince wasn’t going to climb up the tower, going to scour the lands to find the owner of the glass slipper

You actually found yourself in love with the big, bad wolf. 

“Next, please.” You shuffled the envelopes in front of you as you waited for the next bank customer to approach. You set the stack aside and glanced up to see a man wearing a leather jacket and setting his biker helmet down on the counter. His lips twitched into a lopsided smile as you locked eyes with him. “How can I help you, sir?”

“I think you have just what I need.” He slid over a note to you and leaned in a little. His voice dropped a few into a whisper. “Play along. And it’ll go just as we planned.” 

You didn’t look up at him as you unfolded the note. It was small enough to keep in your hand as you read it to yourself. Keep your head down. Don’t click the alarm, babe. xx - Dubz. 

You counted to four before you finally glanced up at him. Then, it happened. Two masked strangers came rushing into the bank with their firearms. You sucked in a breath and dropped to the floor when Dubz gave you the signal. 

Dubz was your wolf.

You helped him and his crew rob the bank where you worked. You had given him the intel when security wasn’t the tightest and when there was less foot traffic. The codes they needed for the take. All you had to do was play along, which you did.

Your co-worker looked panicked, you reached for his hand and shook your head, tapping your finger to your lips. “Let them do. It's not worth dying over.” You spoke quietly to him and swallowed as if you were just as lost as he was.

He looked at you and nodded vigorously, remaining down behind the counter when he heard the guns go off in mid-air. It would be over soon.

You walked into the apartment you shared with Dubz. He was sitting on the couch, counting his share of the robbery. A cigarette sat lazily between his lips, you kicked off your shoes and walked over to him. You took the cig from him, taking a puff. 

“Hey, baby! You did great.” He smiled proudly at you while he tugged you down onto his lap. He kissed your neck a few times, nipping at your jawline. You placed the cigarette into the ashtray. 

“Hmm…I was with the police for the last few hours. Crying for the sake of the show. Yeah. It was fucking great.” You rolled your eyes. He leaned over to you and peppered your neck with sweet kisses. “This was too close, D.” You nudged him backward before you scooted off his lap to sit at the opposite end of the couch. 

He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. “Baby! Look! We have all this.” He gestured to the bills. “All because of you and your brilliant brain.” He turned his body and moved to hover over you, pressing his fists into the cushions on either side of you. He nuzzled against your neck, gently placing his lips against your collarbone. 

“No. It’s not - don’t say that. I don’t want any credit for this.” You felt your body starting to react to his touch. The heat was beginning to run through you. But you shook your head, shaking it off quickly. You were going to stand your ground this time. You shoved him backward with your knee then got up from the couch to head to the bedroom. 

The relationship was up and down, you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into. In the beginning, Dubz swept you off your feet. It was a blind date set up by a close friend. They said he was perfect and had a smile to die for.

You met him at an arcade place. You were impressed by him not trying the stereotypical romance film date ideas. He was fun, and kind; he made you feel alive. You had slipped into the routine of adulthood. You had a job, you went to work, paid your bills. 

It was when you nearly lost your apartment, he stepped in and took care of it. Then, he started to bring you closer into what he did for a living. It was easy money, as long as you didn’t get caught. You were hesitant, but you were falling hard for him. He had you wrapped up in him. You didn’t want to entertain the thought of walking away. But there were times when you started wondering if this was really worth it.

“Come on, come on,” he leaped off the couch and followed you. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek a few times. “We’re good, baby. We know what we’re doing.” He unbuttoned your top, rolled it down your arms, and kissed your shoulder. He nipped teasingly at your skin as he circled his fingers around your belly button. He felt your body lean into him, he smiled against your skin and bit you a little harder happy with himself that was going to leave a mark. 

“Dubz.” You exhaled. Then, you swallowed and moved forward creating space between you two. “This is dangerous shit. Maybe you should stop.” 

“Why? We are living the life. We can afford this fucking nice apartment. Cars. Things. We can get shit we didn’t have before.” He pursed his lips and shrugged not really seeing the problem. He held up his arms around him gesturing to your surroundings. “I think we are doing pretty fucking spectacular, babe!” He laughed softly. 

“I don’t need stuff, D. I need you! Alive.” You raised your eyebrows as you looked at him, then broke the eye contact glancing at the bed you shared. “You. Me.” 

Dubz didn’t respond to you. He stood across from you, trying to take in your words. Then he walked over to you, taking you into his hands, and rubbed his thumbs across your lips. “I wouldn’t let anything happen to us. You. Me. We will take care of each other, always.” 

You nodded weakly and turned to kiss his palms before you forced yourself to pull away, then walked to the bathroom. You closed the door behind you and started the bath.

You loved him. A part of you wondered what it would be like if you just fully caved and went along for the ride. You were too controlled for something like that, you had to stay alert to protect him. It was so easy to fall into the traps of easy money, you would know you’ve seen it happen in your own family. Your sister fell down the same path and it wasn’t a pretty story for you and your parents. You started to undress and stood in front of the mirror. You traced the burn scars on your belly.

Your sister’s friend - as he called himself - paid a visit to you and your mother. He took the iron your mother had been using to fix a dress and pressed it against your stomach. You remember screeching out in pain, your mother fought him off using whatever she could get her hands on. It was a warning to your sister. You had not heard from her after that happened. You figured she was on the run. You didn’t want that for Dubz.

When the water felt good, you finished undressing, stepped inside the tub, and sank down to stretch out your legs. The door opened and Dubz started to undress without saying a word. Your eyes followed his own scars splattered along his chest, then followed the line of tattoos he had scattered along his arm.

You two shared one - “Together in Paris.” You had gotten it on the side of your forearm paying tribute to your obsession with Anastasia. He realized how much it meant to you so he had gotten the same line in the exact same place. 

You moved forward in the tub as he moved in behind you. He cupped some water and ran it down your back. “D, I hope-“ 

“Don’t. You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I get it.” He leaned in and dragged his lips gently across your back. “We’re going to be okay. I promise.” He started to trace words against your back - Love. Paris. You closed your eyes enjoying the sensation of his fingers running along your back. He may not know what to say, but he did make you feel at home.

Dubz was your home. He allowed you to break when you needed to, he held you as you cried, even when you tried to shove him away he stood there. He didn’t turn away. He encouraged you to hit something if you needed to. He wasn’t going to let you break by yourself. He knew your past, he was ready to carry it.

“You. Me.” He said as he kissed your shoulder, he loosely wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against his chest. He kissed your temple. You turned to kiss his cheek.

“How much was the take?” You asked curiously.

A satisfied smirk was beginning to grow across his lips after you asked.