Author's note:

Hey! I'm Vale Luna for those of you who don't know me. For those of you who are here because of my story, 'Purple Kisses', hello again!

So, I am well aware that many other authors have written about Kilgrave and Jessica meeting when they were kids. Becoming childhood friends, meeting later in life again, becoming heroes, becoming villains. The works. But I took a different route.

As you will see, Jessica and Kilgrave aren't heroes or villains. They're just two super-powered best friends, living their day to day lives. This is purely a love story.

I was going to make this a one-shot, because I don't plan for it to be that long. But because of my focus on my other story, I decided to put it out in like 2-5 very brief chapters.

Last but not least, if you aren't here because of my other story, I really encourage you to check it out! I have 50+ chapters and we're still going strong! I would love for more people to join us on our little adventure!

Enjoy!

Chapter One: Justified Assholes

"I got you this." Kilgrave smiles at Jessica, extending his hand to her.

Her eyebrow raises and when it's in her hand, she rolls her eyes. "You know I hate jewelry." He shrugs but she pulls back her hair to put it on anyway.

"Aww, I know you love it when I spoil you." He teases and reaches for it back. "Here." Taking the necklace, he walks behind her and helps put it around her neck. The charm that was hanging on the silver chain was a purple heart, outlined in a dark indigo color.

"You're a fucking idiot." Though she tries to keep her tone semi-serious, she has to bite down on her lower lip to stop herself from smiling so much. It was true that she hated jewelry but she had a feeling that this was going to look good on her either way.

When it's properly clipped on, he walks in front of her again. "There. Mmm, gorgeous." He purrs in a mocking way before flopping down on the sofa.

"Who did you steal if from?" She smirks, taking up a new bottle of whiskey.

"Well, you hate when I take from the middle class so I nicked it off a homeless man." It was obvious he was joking, but she still gives him a glare, to which he laughs. "There's a shitty jewelry store a few blocks from here. They love to rip people off, so I returned the favor."

"Fair enough." She shrugs and sits down next to him.

They had a proper code to live by. And as long as they only took from people who deserved it, it made them justified assholes. A title that they both willingly accepted.

After Kevin's parents abandoned him, he found some adults whose interpretation of "Help me", was to bring him to an orphanage. The center in Manchester was getting closed down due to construction, so they transferred the kids to the home's sister-orphanage in New York. There, he met Jessica.

Since her whole family died in a car accident, the two of them related in their trauma. As a friendship developed, they discovered more about their powers together.

Kevin gained the nickname, 'Kilgrave' from a game they used to play. He was keen on playing the villain, and as a child with a vivid imagination, he named himself, 'Doctor Murder-Corpse'. Jessica was quick to make fun of the name and teased that he should just call himself 'Motherfucker Kill-Grave'. She never let it go, and he never lived it down, so the name stuck. Sooner or later, he got used to it and embraced it as himself after a few obvious modifications. Kevin Thompson died when his parents left him.

Kevin would have used his powers to get adopted, but once he met Jess, he didn't want to leave her. And she wasn't sold on the idea of belonging to a new family. So, they ran away with nothing but each other.

The first few months were rough. They disagreed on how to go about living this way, though eventually, they came up with a prime set of rules that they both promised to live by.

These rules were:

1. We can't steal from/hurt normal people.

2. We can steal from/hurt assholes, only if we both agree that it's fair and that they deserve it.

3. We don't use our powers on each other.

4. (Modification of rule #3) - We can use our powers on each other only if one of us has broken any of the other rules.

Most importantly:

5. We NEVER abandon each other.

These five, unbreakable rules, bonded them like family. From that point on, they only ever needed one another. It sounds stupid when they say they're best friends, but there was no better way to describe it.

Now, they were living in a quaint apartment, in the heart of New York City. Neither of them had a job for obvious reasons, and they lived their lives a day at a time. In Jessica's opinion, there was no better way to live.

As she always does, she lays her head on Kilgrave's shoulder and pops open the bottle. After she takes a long chug, she offers it up, "Want some?"

Although he takes it from her and takes a large gulp, he complains immediately after. "Fucking hell, I don't know how you drink that shite all the time." As she snatches it back, he wraps his arm around her.

"If you don't want it then don't fucking drink it." She growls in response, nursing the glass as she normally does.

"Jesus, Jess."

"I'm sorry…" She was whining a little this time and pushes up against him, pulling her feet up on the couch. "I just… oh goddamn…" Her grip tightens on the drink as she mumbles, "I need to have a good, meaningless fuck again."

Kilgrave laughs and looks down at her. "What ever happened to that guy you slept with like three days ago?"

"Ugh. He's the type that seems like he wants to get married and have seven kids. Fucking disgusting. I had to get rid of him quick before he started getting clingy."

He can't help but continue to mess with her in saying, "What? You don't want to settle down with a nice guy?"

"Pssh." She scoffs at the rhetorical question, before she starts to purr at him, "The only man I want to spend the rest of my life with is you, you stupid bastard." Her head slides down his chest and lands in his lap, her ridiculously brown eyes gazing up at him.

He was good at keeping his emotions from showing on his face, but his smile in this moment seems sadder than it was only a minute ago. "It's dangerous to say things like that. I might just have to marry you."

She laughs to herself as she lets the glass slip out of her hand and onto the floor. Whether it landed upright or not, she didn't really care, as her eyes were beginning to close.

"Hey, hey! I'm not going to let you fall asleep here." His one arm falls over her, and he uses his other hand to gently slap her cheek.

"Yeah? Watch me." A slight smirk comes across her face as she swats his hand away and stretches out, getting comfortable with his lap as a pillow.

"I don't want to have to order you." He jokes, while still trying to nudge her off of him.

"You use your powers on me, and I'm liable to punch you in the throat, full force." She shrugs, keeping her eyes closed. "You know the rules."

"I know." He sighs melodramatically, accepting the fact that he had no choice but to let her stay here.

Her breathing becomes subtly more gentle as she begins to fall asleep, and his hand gracefully strokes back her hair. Even in her sleep, she naturally leans into his touch.

Although he had a long day and he was excruciatingly tired, he just wanted to enjoy this moment. Watching the soft motion of her chest rise and fall calmed him beyond belief. But it also made him think too hard about their future together. It was getting to the point where it was painful for him to keep ignoring his feelings…

Instead of closing his eyes, he picks up the whiskey bottle off the floor.