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Could I request a lemon x reader (from bullet train obvi) where they’re in a relationship and they both find out they’re on the same train?

❥ of course! i'm so excited!! my first bullet train request ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻) p.s. i am so sorry this was really late!

coincidence pairing: lemon x gn!reader genre: established relationship, sorta fluffy, i had no idea how to end this warnings: mentions of blood, injury, lots of swearing cause its tangerine and lemon word count: 1k

y/n smiled as they stared at the last text message they received from their boyfriend. they were on a bullet train in japan for a little one-person vacation while their partner was off in london doing his usual job, whatever that was.

they placed their phone on the table facing downwards, staring at the sticker of edward, a thomas and friends character, that was placed on the back of their phone case. y/n had received the sticker from their boyfriend from a while back when they first started dating. he had immediately labelled them as an edward after noticing how they were willing to listen to his problems when they noticed he was having a bad day(he was taking his frustrations out by kicking a trash can so it was quite obvious). 

they yawned as they made themselves comfortable on the seat in economy class. just as y/n was about to close their eyes, the sudden vibrations from their phone caused them to open their eyes wide. they picked it up and saw a name that brought a grin to their face.

sliding the answer button, they placed the phone to their ear. “hello, there, handsome.” y/n greeted in a flirtatious tone, receiving a chuckle from the other end. “hello, love.” lemon answered back, equally as playful.

“so, to what do i owe the pleasure?” y/n asked, “what? i can’t call the love of my life every now and then to check up on them and see how they’re doing?” he asked back cause them to giggle. “you may. though, you act as if i could die in a matter of minutes if you don’t call me every hour.” y/n joked but there was no laughter coming from him. “right. well, where are you now?” he changed the subject, they were a bit curious as to why but decided not to speak up about it. “on a bullet train, heading from tokyo to shin-osaka.” lemon was silent for a while after that.

on his side of the call, he was looking around the train from his seat. “you’re… on the bullet train… now?” he asked slowly, “yes, love.” they nonchalantly answered, a bit confused. “which train?” “the tokaido shinkansen.” lemon could feel his heart drop. he couldn’t hear the rest of what his partner was saying as he tuned out. “...that mascot thing is so cute-” “i gotta call you back, sweetheart.” he suddenly said when he saw tangerine signalling him to get off the phone. “stay out of trouble, yeah?” y/n snorted, “yes, dad. i will definitely stay out of trouble.” lemon rolled his eyes, “i love you.” “i love you too.” as he put the phone down, tangerine eyed him up and down.

“the bloody hell’s wrong with you, mate? look like you just seen a ghost or sum’in.” he commented, looking at the walkway to see if anyone was there. “y/n’s on this train.” tangerine raised an eyebrow, “so?” “so? what if they get hurt or worst?” his brother only snorted, finding him ridiculous. “why the fuck would they get hurt? don’t be absurd, lemon.” he told lemon, who was still looking bothered.

tangerine sighed, “this is why, as assassins, we don’t date. remember, we’ve got a job to do.” he nodded his head towards the sleeping figure in the other seat beside them. lemon nodded, “right.” “they’ll be fine. trust me.” tangerine assured and lemon gave him a tight-lipped smile.

the train ride for y/n was quite boring. they didn’t really know what to do for the next few hours of their trip. they decided to read a book or two.

after an hour of nonstop reading, they stretched and got out of their seat to go to the restroom. just as they were getting out, a man with long blonde hair and thick-rimmed glasses bumped into them. “oh, shit. i am so sorry.” “oh, it’s alright. coulda happened to any one of us really.” y/n smiled before moving aside to let him pass, “arigato!” he said with his american accent, y/n stared at him weirdly. “...okay.” they muttered quietly as they walked the opposite direction.

honestly, peeing was exactly the thing they needed. y/n checked their watch and realised they still had an hour or so before their stop. “god, i hate travelling.” they said to nobody but themselves as they finished up their business, wiping themselves and flushing the toilet. while they were washing their hands, they heard a loud knocking on the door. "come out, you dick! i know you're in there!" a growling voice yelled, startling y/n furthermore.

now, this would usually scare the living shit out of y/n but the thing about this was that the voice sounded exactly like their boyfriend. y/n slid the door wide open, and to their dismay, they were correct.

there stood lemon wearing a tie and jacket, bleeding from the nose with a decorative cut on his cheek.

"oh shit." he muttered to himself when he saw them, rubbing his temple with his hand. "lemon?! what are you doing here?" y/n asked, "and what on earth happened to your face?" they grabbed his face with both hands, turning it to the right and left direction in order to see the bruises better.

lemon grabbed their hands gently, "hey, hey, hey, don't mind these. they're nothing." he cooed, "i'm- uh- shocked! to find you on the same train as us, that is." y/n gave him a weird look, "us?" they asked as they were fully sceptical. "me and tangerine, o'course." he explained, but his lover only scoffed.

"wow, without me huh?” lemon couldn’t tell if they were serious or joking, but either way it didn’t stop his sweat from dripping down the back of his neck. “hey! what about this: i’ll join you once i’ve found tangy, and we can all ride the train together, hm?” he suggested with a nervous grin, y/n rolled their eyes. “alright.” they agreed, lemon subconsciously let out a breath of relief.

just as they were about to go opposite directions, y/n grabbed his sleeve. “don’t ditch me, yeah?” of course, he did exactly that. what? he had to go retrieve that briefcase he technically lost.