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Fox Face

Reader x Mob Bosses!Sun and Moon

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I had so much fun writing for @knockoff-rizuki and the reader for this fic! You have a secret to hide, and lots of blood on your hands. When the Mob Boss brothers catch you in the act, there's little you can do or say to hide what's been done, and who you really are.

Content Warnings for violence, blood, death, and suggestive themes.

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You huff, shoulders heaving in the darkness of the alleyway. Blood soaks your hand and shines under the glint of faint lamplight that barely reaches the narrow corner shoved between the restaurants and a lone, dark building.

It reeks of iron and sickly sweet perfume. The woman’s dress is torn, revealing the deep gouges your claws left upon her. The beads of a pearl necklace, fake with only the faintest iridescence, lie scattered among trash and puddles.

You stand above her. What remains of your evening attire is splattered with her blood as well. A filth that you will scrub away and never consider again. Your mind is sharper, clearer after the act of violence. Your body hums with renewed energy, feasting upon the physical exertion you just unleashed.

She deserved it. Your blood simmers in your veins at the sight of her pretty face, her lips curled as she slurred her speech towards the ones you have taken for yourself. Sun and Moon. The notorious mob bosses of the Celestial Gang.

This was your night. They asked you here for dinner, at an expensive but low-lit and shadowy table that only the best and most notorious can afford. It wasn’t meant to be official. You and the mob bosses are growing closer, bridging that gap between strangers and lovers, but they don’t know everything about you.

And they never will.

You devoured a steak dinner and licked your chops after. Sun and Moon cooed at your appetite, and invited you to the bar for what they promised was dessert. You would never tell them no, not when their hands slide seamlessly along your sides and shoulders, not when they sit you so prettily on a bar stool and trap you in between them. Sun had a glass of amber-colored bourbon and swirled it softly in his hand. Moon kept his cigarette close but he purposefully blew the smoke towards your lips when you leaned in close for a kiss.

Then she staggered up beside the counter. Her walk was jagged, and her hair was mussed up from poor attempts to draw attention to her face. Your teeth gnash together, the sharp, canine tips snapping, remembering how she slid closer and closer. She reeked of cheap wine and that disgusting perfume that still fills your nostrils now.

It was obvious they were occupied. Their arms were full with you.

And she spoke to both of them. The boldness to flirt with mob bosses when she can barely keep herself on her own two feet. She called them handsome. She didn’t even look at you, as if you were a bug that happened to crawl in between her and her prizes.

Sun was cheery as he dismissed her, and Moon hardly lifted his eyes to her, gesturing with his cigarette in hand to wave her off. Their eyes are upon you. Their attention is for you. Who does this human think she is to speak to your loves?

She was startled when she at last deigned to meet your eyes. Her drunkenness sobered in the moment you allowed the foxish glow of your supernatural nature to peer through. Her drink spilled to the floor. She stumbled back, terrified, like she saw a ghost, before Sun and Moon resumed right where you all left off.

But it didn’t leave you. It couldn’t. You were too hungry, too furious to let it slide. The woman lingered in the shadows, sliding into different booths and further down the bar to converse with others far more powerful than herself. She did not know what grounds she tread. It would have been better had she not come out tonight at all.

And then you saw your opportunity. You were floating upon the cloud of Sun’s and Moon’s whispered words, playing with the end of a tie and sliding your fingertips underneath a suspender strap, when you saw her meander across the room.

As pitiful as a baby rabbit. As easy as a wounded bird.

You murmured an excuse. They almost didn’t let you go, wanting you to stay just a little longer, offering even to take you somewhere more private, but you ward them off. They won’t know what you planned to do. Then, you quietly followed into the hallway that contained the restrooms.

Humans are quite stupid. This one especially so.

You waited, pressed into the darkness. She emerged, still less put together and her lipstick a little smudged. Her eyes flashed when she saw you, but that didn’t stop her from following your entices. No, she came willingly. The promise of a business venture and more time with the mob bosses she flirted with earlier. You could share, you lied.

She believed it, swallowed it hook, line, and sinker.

The alleyway is shrouded from eyes. Dark and deep in shadows, you crouch over her claw-torn body. Her wide, glassy eyes stare up at the sky.

No one talks to your loves. No one looks at them like she did.

Now she never will again. A fitting punishment. You smirk, drawing a dark tongue over your teeth. Perhaps this can be a message to other humans: do not touch what is not yours.

You survey the scene. There’s a dumpster, an easy place to dispose of a body. But there is a lot of blood. What are the chances of a worker tossing away trash making note of a grisly scene in a rotting city? A smart human would keep their mouth shut.

Slowly, you flick away a pearl with a claw and watch it roll across the cracked asphalt. It tinks off of a brick wall.

Swishing your tail, you straighten. Your human disguise is slipping. This part of the world knows little of your kind and magic, and they do not know to be aware of foxes wearing human faces, but that is all the better.

Sun and Moon can never know. They might bring themselves to love a human, an ordinary one at that, but they might not see who you really are except for the facade, the magic, the secret. They might hate you. You can’t allow that.

You can’t lose them.

You clench your claws and stare at the blood dripping down your wrists. This is to keep your loves safe. This is to ensure you never lose the best two things that have ever happened to you.

The side doors are thrown open. Your fox ears prick, twisting towards the sound. You startle, leaning over your kill as if someone might come to steal your trophy, but silhouetted in the soft, yellow light from within the restaurant are two animatronics.

Two pairs of optics gaze down upon you, half caught in your human disguised and half morphed into something else entirely.

No. You gasp softly, and straighten upon your feet. The body lies underneath you, her face turned towards the door. A desperate shift of your magic tugs at your features crawling over your mask, but the tail and ears remain.

They see you now.

Sun calls your name, stunned. Your tail flicks behind you, the thick fur waving anxiously side to side.

You don’t care about the murder. They have committed enough themselves. They understand bloodshed and sending a message, but this? Your true face almost slipping through, and the teeth that shine wetly, highlighting each fang tip? And the eyes that glow a yellow-hue? How can they love a monster? Not a killer, but a creature. Not a human, but a walking lie.

Moon’s eyes stare underneath the brim of his hand. His hands slowly rise, palms forward.

“What’s going on?” he rasps sharply.

“She attacked me,” you utter, spewing the lie on instinct. You always lie, but not to them. Not until now.

He steps closer.

You straighten, taking a step back. Your ears press flat against your skull.

Moon stops. Sun reaches one hand to you.

“Are you hurt? Did that woman hurt you?”

Your entire expression twitches. Half-frozen, poised to bolt like a deer startled by a hunter, you are unable to comprehend what fills their face-plates. Fury? Disgust? Fear? What do they see? What are they going to do? Does it change everything that they now know you are not the demure little dish you appeared to be but something capable of ripping a human’s heart out?

Will they hate you for what you’re not?

“Love?” Sun says and it almost breaks your heart. He steps forward with more confidence that you can stand. You wither and slink gracefully backwards, crowded into the corner as if a feral dog. You can’t stand how they look at you.

“It’s alright. There’s nothing to be scared of anymore,” Moon whispers in his terribly soft and low voice.

They draw nearer, reaching for you. You almost snarl, emitting an inhuman growl but your voice is caught in your throat. Your tail brushes against the wall. There is nowhere else to go. The truth is right before them, and their optics are wide open.

Sun’s hand causes you to flinch slightly before he more firmly, but still with a gentleness, cups your head. His metallic digits gently support the back of your skull.

“Is this your blood or that woman’s? I need to know if you’re hurt,” Sun urges gently. “Please. It’s okay. You can tell us.”

Moon slips to your side like a shadow. His hand finds your arm, supporting it gently as he lifts it to examine your blood-covered hand. Dark, wicked claws gleam under the starlight. He doesn’t so much as balk at the sight of such deadly aspects.

Your tongue is heavy in your mouth. You gaze at their faces. The half crescents that shadow their expressions are much lighter, as if filled with the celestial light from the heavens. Their eyes do not waver, they do not dart away nor widen in horror.

They only look at you.

“It’s her blood,” you give quietly.

“Ah,” Sun chuckles, “You don’t have a single mark on you, do you? She didn’t see it coming, I bet, and you know I’m a betting man.”

Your ears can hardly believe it. His gaze upon you is soft, admirable, and he continues to gently wipe away drops of blood upon your cheek with his thumb. He cradles you softly in his grasp, as if he finds you absolutely precious. As if nothing has changed.

“We didn’t even hear a scream,” Moon murmurs, as if marveling at the sheer amount of violence that took place. “How quickly did you silence her? Did she even know what was coming?”

Moon takes a handkerchief from his pocket, and begins to wipe at the blood dripping down your wrist and onto the sleeve of your expensive evening attire. He almost hums gently as he does so, an energy of pride radiating from underneath the brim of his fedora.

Your mouth falls agape, at last allowing your fangs to show and your eyes to lift up to hold theirs.

“If we had known you were so capable,” Sun continues, his voice filling with cheer, “we could have brought you into our fold far sooner. We wouldn’t have had to worry so much, would we, Moon?”

“Not so much,” Moon agrees in a husky dip of his voice. “You are far more than we could have realized.”

“Sun, Moon,” your voice cracks. What more lies can you tell? “I am not human.”

“Yes, I think the claw marks gave it away, my love,” Sun laughs, and the sound echoes softly within you. “You did quite a number on her. Imagine what you could do with us by your side.”

Sun tilts your chin upwards, and you let yourself soak in his hungry gaze. There is no fear. There is only the possibilities opening up before his very optics, and you can hardly believe it. It is a dream, and you are awake.

“Doll, you were always a cut above the rest.” Moon lifts your hand and he presses your knuckles to his silicon teeth. Blood smears on his grin. “Now we know that is a fact and not our own love-sickness talking.”

You sight softly, your heart aching with the relief of the truth now revealed. They see you now, and that is not a thing of fear or disgust, but of acceptance. You can be so much more. You can be so much more with them now.

“Are you two certain?” you whisper.

You must hear it. Your ears, not human, twist with apprehension. Your tail sinks low, twining around your legs as if it could be a shield to the threat of rejection.

Sun and Moon share a long glance that speaks a language you cannot decipher. Moon tilts his head, his eyes almost hidden underneath the shadow of his hat. His hand is gently as it wraps around your wrist and gives a light squeeze. Sun’s smile cracks open. His touch doesn’t leave you.

“As if we’d ever let you go,” Sun says, low with a danger that makes your heart heat and fills your veins with the richness of his promise.

“You look beautiful, but let’s get you cleaned up.” Moon gently wraps an arm around your waist. Your tail twitches slightly at the near brush of his sleeve, but he doesn’t miss a beat as he pulls you into his side. “We’ll have someone take care of this mess.”

Sun slots easily on your other side. You almost sink into the earth with the weight of their reassurance. They are not leaving you—just as you will not allow anyone to take them.

You float upon the wonder of it all. Down the alleyway, Sun and Moon take you as if holding the string of a kite, guiding you towards the road. You don’t even have a moment to fear that people will see you and your stunning tail before their long, sleek black car pulls up to the curb. With dinner concluded, you had hoped the evening wouldn’t end so early, but now you know that there is far more to do tonight with your loves.

They don’t release you, not for a moment. Stuffed into the backseat, Sun and Moon keep you locked between them. Sun’s hand falls down the length of your tail, admiring the silkiness of your thick fur as Moon’s fingertips brush against your hair then your large and pointed fox ears. You twitch under the sensitivity of hands upon you, touching you with an awe for your otherworldlyness without a trace of horror for the unknown.

You don’t even know what street you’re on when they pull up to a sizable home in an area that is well secure with money and influence. A hide-out. One of the many littering the city for the Celestial Gang.

Quickly, they take you by the elbows and guide you into the luxurious space. The floor is dark, shining wood and the living space is thick with leather couches and low-lit lamps, casting the room into the image of a speakeasy. Without hesitation, they guide you to the main bedroom, and there, an impressive bathroom leaves enough space for all three of you.

Sun sets you upon the edge of a grand bathtub. The porcelain is sleek and it smells faintly of white flowers.

Moon briefly disappears, and Sun stands before you. Gently, he finds the buttons of your blood-soaked clothes.

“Why did you kill her?” Sun’s voice is too pleased for such a question.

You look up at him. One of your ears twitched.

“She touched your arm.” Your lips peel back over your teeth. “She looked at you like she could take a bite out of you.”

Sun’s optics flare brighter, resting on you. Your middle fills with heat at that look. Still, it doesn’t distract him from slipping the top of your ruined attire off of you, and you quickly shimmy out of the bottoms, which he takes in hand.

“I would have done the same,” he answers in kind, his smile deadly serious. “I would kill anyone who so much as thought of you.”

Your tail curls behind you before you touch his hand. He means it. You know when someone lies, and Sun and Moon do not lie to you.

“Give me just a moment, love,” Sun presses a kiss to the top of your head, between your ears, before he steps out of the bathroom. In his wake, Moon emerges. In his arms, he carries one of his shirts. A dark blue that he drapes over your shoulders. Before you can reach for the buttons, he takes them in his hands, and slowly begins working them together. He climbs up the shirt, pressed close to your beating heart. It hangs over your frame, oversized, but contrasting beautiful with the sleek orange of your tail.

“She looked horrible upon the ground,” Moon says quietly. “She looked like a wild animal caught her.”

You glower quietly, barely biting back your tongue when you mutter, “She deserved it.”

“I know.”

Your lips part at his soft voice. The red glow of his gaze slowly rises up your person as he finishes the last button, and there you are, in his shirt, smelling like midnight and musk. His hands don’t leave you, instead gliding to your shoulders to hold you before him.

“It would have ended much differently for her, if you weren’t there,” Moon continues, his expression fixated upon your eyes. “I could only think of you.”

A light clashes between you, one of red, and one of yellow. The magic of your eyes.

“And now?” you whisper, full of yearning.

“I think of you, looking beautiful, while you take care of a threat.” His hand finishes the last button and lifts up to cup your chin. “I think of the blood, and how I wish I could have bore witness.”

You reach up and clutch his arm, holding tightly to him.

“You are so dedicated to us,” Sun speaks as he enters. Your bloody clothing is gone. “Why don’t we show our love our own devotion, Moon?”

“With pleasure,” Moon growls in a low voice.

A certainty takes root within you. You open your arms to them. Sun immediately sweeps you up, carrying you in his embrace as if you were a doll instead of a dangerous creature with a tail and fangs and an appetite for claiming what is yours.

In the bedroom, he sets you down. His kisses begin along your neck, peppering you with infectious energy that powers up the pulse in your throat. Moon is not far behind, for you feel his hands upon your legs, and the bed shifts as he leans forward to kiss your ankle. His mouth climbs higher and higher. His affections trail along your thigh before he rises upwards, looking down at you as he hooks your hips in his hand.

Sun and Moon orbit you. Your tail is restless as you itch to dive into their love.

And you think that you should have killed someone for them a lot sooner.

#syzygy in dedication #naff writing #mob boss!sun #mob boss!moon #HOLY GOD JESUS THIS IS THE BEST USE OF 80 BUCKS EVER AHHHHHHH #I LOVE #SO MUCH #BRIGPBAEJNKBAH #making a comic for this RIGHT NOW!! >:]

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