#fun thinking about fish mafia

[norrisleclercf1]

I absolutelly love your writing and I love your Mafia Charles!!!

I want to request more of Mafia Charles, with whatever plot you want!!

Love from Brazil!

A/N: Feeding the children @mariahcarreyyy @piastrification @leclerced even though you all turned on me

WARNING: Knife, Blood, Death, all that fun stuff in the world

If there was one thing in the world that you wanted right now, it'd be a knife. Anyone else would say a phone, their boyfriend, hell maybe even gun, but you? No you wanted a knife so you could slash the bastards throat before you.

It was supposed to be a quiet day, where you and your very gorgeous boyfriend would just lounge around. Instead, when you went downstairs to get the food you're knocked out and then dragged to god knows where in the middle of fucking nowhere. It'd be pretty hard to keep you in Monaco, you were either in fuck middle France or Italy.

Honestly you didn't care, you were just pissed that you couldn't eat your pasta and then fuck your boyfriend. You roll your eyes thinking about what he must be going through. Charles, was probably tearing apart Monaco looking for you and Max, Carlos, and Pierre maybe even Lando would have to be calming him down right now.

Your head snaps up when the large door rolls open, eyes narrowing you try not to swallow the wad of cloth in your mouth, tap covering it so you couldn't easily spit it out. Hating this sand paper feeling in your mouth you tried not to think about the wine you were drinking earlier as you were just getting far more annoyed as the time passed.

"Wake up," Your head whips to the side so hard and fast your eyes could spin in your head. Trying to gather your ground you blink quickly but nothing helps until your hair is grabbed and forces your neck backwards at an awkward angle as you face one of the men that have taken you.

"I wonder, would he pay quicker if I bloodied you up a bit? I think he would," The man groans and you flinch at the hot breath wanting to gag but clearly, you couldn't. "Mark! Leave the girl alone, he'll take out heads if we hurt her," The other man snaps, Mark, growls and shoves you, chair going toppling and you whimper hearing a sick crack from one of your wrists.

You were going to cut that one like a fish.

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You were taught at a young age that closing your eyes and deep breathing would help you sleep, and at this moment that was what you were trying to do. You slowed your breathing down impressively, almost making it look like you weren't breathing.

"Hey, I don't think she's breathing!" The other one screams, you hear the one named Mark scuff. "Who cares, we'll just dump her body to him when we get the money." "Mark!" Groaning the guy gets up, you try hard not to breath in relief when you feel your wrists get cut loose and then your feet.

"Take the gag off," You wince unable to stop it when the tape is ripped off and your mouth pried open and the cloth taken out. You try to swallow but can't still having to play dead. "Fucking bitch, she better not have died." You feel something sharp poke you.

Snapping your eyes open you swing your leg out, Mark screams and you grab the knife and move, shoving it deep into the unnamed man before you. You hate the sound of men choking on blood, they sound pathetic. Grabbing the gun you cock it and point it Mark whose glaring at you, but starts to smirk sickly at you.

"Little girl, I suggest you put the gun down before you hurt yourself." "Fuck you, pussy." You don't even blink as you shoot the gun, almost blowing the guys head off as you sigh. "How long you been there?" You ask, seeing Charles leaning against the door smiling.

"Since you arrived here, was seeing how long it'd take you to escape, but I wasn't expecting this. This," He looks around and smirks, playing with the rings on his fingers. "was much hotter." You drop the gun and step over the bodies. Some of your blood and their blood on your clothes.

Charles stares at you with such hunger and want you almost jump him right then and there. "I think they broke my wrist," You admit, finally feeling the pain as the adrenaline starts to leave your body, making you shaky and tired. His eyes narrow and his delicate fingers grab and hiss seeing the ugly purple and black surrounding it.

"Fuckers, lucky they're dead." He curses and places a soft kiss on the wrist before looking over you. "Come, let's get you home." "How far is home?" You ask, not wanting the long drive back to Monaco. "Oh, 5 minutes, they're not really bright." Charles tsks and you stop in your tracks.

Max was never going to let you live this one down.

[allur1ngs]

mafia boss bada reacting to reader in a suit looking badass omg bada would literally drop her jaw :0

i added my own twist to this i hope you don't mind 💌

Although you've spent a good amount of time at the Lee mansion already, you haven’t exactly gotten the chance to get to know the Bebe girls better. They’re often out on Bada’s orders or working on a job – all of them are almost as busy as your fiancée. However, today, on a rare occurrence, none of the girls were out on jobs or busy doing other work. You found this to be the best time to approach the girls and create a stronger bond with them.

...So far, spending time with Bebe has been one of the most exciting, chaotic, and fun-filled days you’ve had in a while.

“Who out of the seven of us do you think can do the best Bada impression?” Lusher asks you. She and the rest of team Bebe stand before you like contestants on a dance show, their shoulders pushed back, and heads held up high like professionals.

“Hmm,” you hum, “I think I need to see everyone’s impersonation before I can make a decision.”

“Ah, yes, yes.” Tatter nods, “We should all go up one by one and do an impression. When we’re all done, unnie gets to decide who did the best.”

Resounding murmurs of agreement echo between the girls, all of them nodding their heads in sync.

“Okay, who goes first?” Cheche asks aloud.

“Youngest goes first!” Lusher points at Sowoen, the other girls turning to face her with wide smiles.

“Sowoen, Sowoen, Soweon!” They all begin chanting, making you laugh as the girl shyly steps forward.

She quickly straightens up her posture and puts on a serious face – almost a deadpan – as she walks toward you like she’s on a catwalk. She stops a few feet away from you, crossing her arms across her chest. “Where have you been?” She speaks to you in a lower voice, trying to mimic Bada’s lower baritone. “I was worried about you.”

The girls standing behind Soweon let out loud cheers and gasps, clapping for her convincing performance.

“Wow, she did good!” Minah awes.

“How are we supposed to beat that already?” Tatter whines, pointing at Soweon accusingly.

“Good job, Soweon.” You nod, smiling at her and giving her a thumbs up.

The youngest member of Bebe smiles widely as well, before moving back to her position in line, accepting high-fives from the other girls.

“Okay, Cheche’s next!” Lusher announces, the girls hollering in excitement and pushing her forward.

Cheche fixes her suit, smoothing out any wrinkles before making her way over to you, trying to wear a serious expression, but her amused smile manages to peek through slightly, disrupting her impression. “Lusher, gather all of Bebe, we’re going to find my fiancée!” She says heartily, her mimicry clearly more comical than Soweon’s serious attempt.

The girls all burst into laughter, grabbing onto each other and pointing at Cheche in amusement. You also struggle to keep yourself from laughing; her impression is almost the complete opposite of Bada’s demeanor.

“Ya, are you even trying?” Tatter cackles, holding onto Lusher’s arms for support so she doesn’t fall onto the floor with laughter.

“You should be on a comedy show!” Minah adds, covering her mouth with her hand and slapping her thigh over and over again.

“Come on, it was good!” Cheche laughs along with her friends before turning to look at you. “Right, unnie?”

“Yeah unnie, tell us what you think,” Lusher says cheekily.

“Uhm, well,” you begin, feeling laughter already bubbling in your throat. “I think the intention was there…”

Your comment only makes the girls laugh harder, as they begin to almost flop around like fish while taking in heaving breaths.

“Unnie can’t even find the words–” Tatter says while wiping tears of laughter from the corner of her eyes.

“No!” You giggle, “It honestly wasn’t that bad!”

“Not that bad!” Kyma emphasizes through boisterous laughter, grabbing onto Cheche’s shoulder and bringing her back into the line.

After that, Kyma and Minah go, both giving a performance similar to Cheche’s, except slightly more accurate. It’s clear that the impressions are slowly deviating from serious to “who can make the funniest impression of Bada.”

“Next up, Tatter!” Lusher cups her hands around her mouth, projecting her voice loudly. All the girls cheer for Tatter as she walks up, bowing in a joking manner.

However, her expression instantly shifts when she does her catwalk toward you. She motions for Hyo to help her with her Bada impression, and your bodyguard quickly steps up next to her, waiting until Tatter whispers something in her ear. When she pulls away, Hyo sighs dejectedly but nods, suddenly moving forward to grab your wrist, but keeping her grip light and respectful.

Tatter walks up close to Hyo, wearing an intimidating expression that surprises you. “Not so fast.” She says to your bodyguard in a low voice.

Hyo gives a half-assed attempt at a terrified expression – glancing around the room and artificially widening her eyes. “I–” She mutters, her voice so monotone you almost break out into laughter.

But then Tatter takes it a step further. “You made her drop her clothes, pick it up, now!”

Immediately, Hyo lets go of your wrists, dropping to the floor and picking up imaginary pieces of clothing and placing them onto her arms.

Tatter breaks character then, stepping to the side to face both you and the girls, bowing deeply. “Thank you, thank you.”

The other Bebe girls who’d been silent out of shock burst into screams, applauding loudly and letting out amazed remarks.

“I think she’s in first place!” Kyma nods.

“She’ll definitely win.” Minah agrees.

“You were very good, Tatter.” You admit, smiling at her. “I felt like I was experiencing that event all over again.”

“Thank you unnie.” She grins proudly. “You’re going to choose me as the winner, right?”

“Hold on!” Lusher cuts in, holding her hands up in a “stop” motion. “Hyo and I haven’t gone yet!”

“Right.” You nod, “But you’re definitely on the top of my list so far, Tatter.”

“Yes!” She cheers, walking back into line and accepting fist-bumps from her friends.

“Okay Hyo, you’re second to last!” Lusher motions for your bodyguard to begin her impression.

Hyo smirks and nods, taking off her sunglasses for a moment before placing them back on the bridge of her nose but letting them hang slightly lower. She makes a rectangle shape with her hand, and then makes a writing motion.

“Ohh, she’s mimicking what Bada looks like when she works,” Soweon mutters under her breath.

Hyo suddenly pushes her sunglasses up her nose before making a knocking noise by clicking her tongue against her teeth. “Who is it?” She does a surprisingly good impression of Bada’s voice, using her advantage of already having a raspier and deeper voice.

Silence passes through the air for a moment before Hyo speaks again.

“It’s me, your very best friend!” She does a slightly higher-pitched tone, clearly trying to mimic Lusher’s voice.

You immediately gasp, slapping your hand over your mouth in shock to stop yourself from laughing as the other Bebe girls all do the same.

“Hey, what is this? I don’t sound like that!” Lusher complains lightheartedly, clearly not hurt by Hyo’s impression but instead trying to keep her laughter in.

“No, no, I think she’s pretty accurate,” Tatter says to Lusher slyly, her friend lightly elbowing her in the side as an act of retaliation.

Hyo continues her impression, ignoring the girls' comments in the background. She sighs dramatically and loudly, stopping her writing motion in the process. “Go away Lusher, I’m working!” She does Bada’s low voice again, this time her volume much louder to convey annoyance. “But–but–” Hyo does Lusher’s voice again, about to finish her bit off before the girl herself stops her.

“Alright, that’s enough!” She pushes Hyo back into line, everyone finally bursting into laughter at her annoyed expression. “It’s my turn now, the best for last!”

“Hyo, you did very good!” You tell her while holding up two thumbs up, making your bodyguard smile and nod her head back.

“Unnie!” Lusher says in a betrayed voice. “Let me show you what I can do.”

And show you, she does.

As soon as she begins her walk, she approaches you, gently grabbing you by the waist, then heading over in Hyo’s direction. She stops right in front of her, her eyes set in a glare as she spins you around so you’re tucked into her side. “Who do you think you are touching my fiancée like that, huh?” Because Lusher is almost Bada’s height, she slightly towers over Hyo, her chin at your bodyguard’s eye level.

You’re shocked at Lusher’s brazen display, to the point where you’re left speechless even as she backs away from an unamused Hyo and focuses on you instead.

She turns you to face her, placing her hands on your shoulders and staring deeply into your eyes with a serious expression. “You are my world,” she mutters, leaning in like she’s about to go in for a kiss. The girls behind her gasp with you, placing their hands over their mouths in shock as they watch with bated breath to see if Lusher will really do it.

But of course, at the last second, she pulls away, letting out a celebratory shout.

The girls explode, all screaming that she was way too good.

“I don’t know who I want to be, Lusher or unnie!”

“Ya, when did you get so good at impressions, Lusher!”

“I really thought she was going to kiss unnie.” Tatter says, mouth still agape.

“No, I don’t have a death wish.” Lusher laughs. “If Bada found out I kissed her, even as a joke, by tomorrow morning you’d find me tied up to the front gates!” She then turns to look at you, smiling widely. “So, I won, right?”

Still half in shock, you’re unable to utter a single word. You try to gather your bearings, and when you finally are about to speak, someone interrupts you.

“Hold on, unnie hasn’t done an impression yet.” Minah points out.

Resounding sounds of “ohhh” in agreement fill the air, making all the girls shift their focus to you.

“Unnie, do a Bada impression!” Tatter insists.

“Oh–” you begin, but are interrupted again.

“I have the perfect idea!” Lusher holds up her hands in a wait motion before taking off toward the hallway, and away from you all. You and the girls stare at each other with confused expressions, whispering between each other what they think their second-in-command is doing.

When Lusher comes back a few minutes later, she has a pile of clothing in her arms. She races over to you, placing the pieces in your hands.

“You should put on a suit too!”

For what feels like the millionth time, the girls explode into excitement, all of them agreeing that they want to see what you look like in a suit and that it will elevate the impression.

“But won’t I be biased if I do an impression too?” You point out.

“Don’t worry about it, just go change.” Lusher pushes you toward a nearby bathroom, opens the door, then gives you one last gentle push inside before closing the door.

You stare at the closed door for a second before chuckling under your breath and unraveling the clothing Lusher had handed you. You strip and put them on, looking at yourself after you’re fully changed.

“Whoa.” You say, staring at yourself in the reflection of the sink’s mirror. The suit fits you extremely well – not too tight and not too baggy – and surprisingly, you look incredibly good in more traditionally masculine clothing.

You’ve worn suits before – though not that your mother or father approved – but of course the fabric of the suit you’re wearing is much more luxurious and clearly better quality.

You look like a strong, confident woman – you suppose suits do that.

A knock on the door brings you out of your stupor. “Are you done changing?” Lusher’s voice rings out.

“Yes!” You reply.

“Okay!” Lusher opens the door, looking in to get a sneak peek. And when she sees you, she gasps.

You smile, walking out of the bathroom confidently, and standing in front of all the girls with your hands in your pockets.

Immediately, the girls start screaming at the top of their lungs in shock, grabbing onto each other for support as they stare at you.

“Unnie, is that you?” Tatter says in genuine surprise.

“She looks so confident, I think I’m going to pass out.” Minah says dramatically, fanning herself.

“She wears a suit better than all of us!” Cheche exclaims.

“I can’t believe what I’m seeing.” Soweon adds, her mouth wide open.

“You look good, kid.” Hyo gives you a nod of approval.

“I completely forgot she was supposed to be mimicking Bada–” Kyma comments to Chehe under her breath, her eyes widening.

“Unnie, please leave Bada for me!” Lusher whines, looking genuinely distressed. You can’t help but laugh at all the girls' positive reactions, genuinely happy that they think you look good in clothing you don’t normally wear. You open your mouth to say something when another voice cuts in.

“Why are you all screaming?” Bada’s gruff voice comes from a few feet away. She approaches the long line of Bebe girls, trying to see what all the fuss is about. “I heard you all the way from my office–” she stops mid-sentence, finally breaking through the barricade and locking onto your figure.

Like she'd been struck by lightning, she freezes, her mouth dropping, and her eyes going so wide you barely can make out any of her iris. She looks you up and down once, twice, thrice, and then a fourth time.

Bada closes her mouth, then opens it, looking like she wants to say something, but nothing comes out. She just stands there in shock, admiring how amazing you look in a suit.

“Look, the Boss is swooning!” Lusher points at Bada while laughing hysterically; the girls start giggling as well, all the while your fiancée stays stock still in her spot.

“Bada?” You say through a laugh. “Are you okay?”

It seems like your words finally break Bada out of her trance, and she's finally able to speak. “Yes,” she rasps, never taking her eyes off of you.

“Are you sure–” you're not able to finish your sentence because Bada suddenly finds feeling in her legs and surges forward, grabbing onto you gently and throwing you over her shoulder. “What–” you yelp in shock, your world turning upside down as your fiancée starts to walk away from her subordinates. “Bada, what are you doing?”

“I don’t want them looking at you.” She huffs with a pout, advancing toward a more secluded area. “Let me admire you in private, away from them.”

Yes, spending the day with the Bebe girls certainly turned out to be an eventful experience.

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[thegoldencontracts]

Bridal Style

You get the sudden urge to bridal carry Azul. Shenanigans ensue.

Notes: Fluff, Aaaah I love this bbg <3

It was one day in the VIP room that you thought about how easy to carry Azul probably was. After all, he had a small frame despite his average height, and he was skinny. You wished you could carry him. But then you remembered that you two were dating, so you could carry him in private without getting disappeared by the fish Mafia.

So, you acted.

"Hey, Azul!" You said. "Can you come here for a sec?"

"Hmm?" Azul replied, though he did what you asked. "Is there something you'd- Ah!"

Azul yelped as you picked him up into a bridal carry, one arm at his legs while the other one supported his back.

"W-What is this?" He asked, more like shrieked. You didn't know his voice could go that high. Thankfully for you, the redness of his face told you it was out of embarrassment rather than anger.

"I felt like carrying you, Azul, and I acted on it. No big deal. You like this too, which is why I haven't put you down."

At the implication that he liked being carried by you, Azul stammered out a bunch of failed attempts at excuses, before finally sighing in resignation.

"Hmph," he said, stubbornly refusing to look at you. "Think whatever you please."

"Okay," you said, and then you kissed him, because you could.

You could barely make out his heart racing as his face miraculously turned even redder.

"Getting flustered by just a little affection, Azul? What happened to that suave, charming businessman from a few minutes ago?"

Azul was normally poised, always catching you off guard and cooing at your reactions. Which made it more fun when you got to catch him off-guard.

"Don't," he hissed, though he didn't look very intimidating when he was clinging onto you for dear life, redder than a cherry.

"Fine, fine," you said. "I'll stop teasing you for now."

Finally, you let him go, though you instantly missed the feeling of his body clung to yours. Azul smoothed his hair, starting to regain his composure.

"So," you started. "Can I do that again?"

Azul just laughed, not bothering to give you an answer.

"My, my," he said. "You never fail to make things interesting."

[thefireintheshadow]

He’d done it. He’d gotten his mending book.

[authors note: this seems like a cute little fic about grian and his mending book but it is in fact a dark mafia fic jsyk…]

Grian couldn’t believe it had finally happened. It was so surreal that he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself.

He went through the motions of cleaning himself up. It felt good to shave, see some color on his cheeks. Even his eyes were brighter.

When he returned to the dock to clean up all of his fishing gear, there was a silhouette in the setting sun. He couldn’t make out who it was, a broad frame almost haloed in glittering red.

“Hello, Grian.”

He squinted. “Beef?” As he grew closer, he could make out the source of the glittering, a suit that appeared to be crafted from salmon scales. “Wow.”

“Been doing a lot of fishing lately?” Beef asked, running a hand up one of the pillars of the little hut.

Something felt off in Grian’s gut. Something in his friend’s tone felt…predatory. It couldn’t be. This was Beef. He was one of the sweetest guys around. “You could say that,” he said, trying to keep his tone light. “But I’m all good now, got my mending book.”

“Is that so?” Beef cocked a brow, and stuck both hands in his pockets, as if on a casual stroll. Something in his gait screamed danger, though, and was this just too much time spent in death games? Was this overflow from Secret Life and Demise and—

Beef stopped on the block over Grian’s storage room. No.

“Why don’t you come on downstairs?” Beef asked, but it was hardly a request. “Because somehow I don’t think you’re all good.”

He pulled out a handful of seeds and composted them, disappearing through the floor.

Grian’s pulse thundered in his ears. What the hell was going on? How did Beef find out about his secret area? And what the hell was up with that suit? His head spun.

On the surface this would look like a fun prank. A bit.

But it didn’t feel like a bit. It didn’t feel fun.

He didn’t want to go down there.

But something told him he needed to, some instinct buried deep. Though surely Beef just wanted to make a deal for something in the chests down there, right?

Heart hammering, he composted and dropped down.

But there was nobody there. His guts twisted. Beef meant down downstairs. This was getting weirder and weirder, and that sense of danger felt sharper and heavier.

He dropped down into the cave and his heart ceased to work.

He couldn’t quite register at first the tableau in front of him. His gaze zeroed in on Mumbo’s face, beautiful skin marred by blood and tears.

“Grian! They’ve gone-” Mumbo cried, but his words choked off on a scream as a sickening snap echoed and suddenly time seemed to stop.

Grian’s ears buzzed, as if no other senses other than his sight were capable of working at a time. Mumbo was on his knees, hands behind his back, face twisted in pain. Skizz stood behind him, muscled arms gleaming as he took the kneeling man’s disheveled hair in one of his fists.

Skizz didn’t look quite right, though. His eyes were too big, almost bulbous, and too far apart. His face shone with what Grian had at first thought was sweat, but no, it was as if his skin were made of…scales? And nowhere was that soft, sweet, fun-loving Skizz energy. He looked maniacal. A maniacal, half-mutated fish man.

And Beef. Beef in his salmon-scaled suit, still cool as a cucumber, hands in his pockets, watching the scene with detachment.

Grian sucked in a deep, ragged breath as his lungs screamed for air, and time seemed to start again, his brain somehow catching up with the fact that he couldn’t just watch the scene forever.

“Walk with me, Grian,” Beef said, strolling towards the redstone door.

“No!” Grian cried, his entire body quivering. “What are you doing to Mumbo? Skizz!” He took a step forward, but in a flash, Skizz jerked Mumbo’s head back, exposing the tender flesh of his throat, and pressed a glittering diamond sword against it.

“I already broke his wrist, want another lesson?” he warned, and something was wrong with his voice, it sounded so distorted.

“My associate here will take good care of Mumbo,” Beef said as the door opened. “I’d like you to show me this room.”

Grian swallowed hard, staring at Mumbo with desperate eyes, the man he cared about most in this world, the man he’d do anything for. Somehow, somehow he’d fucked up and now Mumbo was in pain and there was fucking nothing he could do. Why hadn’t he brought any weapons down here? Why hadn’t he acted on his instincts up there…god.

A drop of crimson beaded on Mumbo’s throat, and he hissed in pain.

“You’d better go, your little friend has thin skin,” Skizz warned gleefully.

“I’m going, I’m going,” Grian said, forcing his feet to move, one in front of the other, towards Beef, towards the door…away from Mumbo. “Please stop hurting him.” The words came out so disgustingly weak sounding, and he hated it. He wanted to press his thumbs into Skizz’s mutant eyes until they popped out of his fucking head, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t do anything.

Skizz lowered the sword at least, and Grian scurried after Beef into the manifest room.

“Tell me about this,” Beef said once the door closed behind them, spreading his arms.

“It’s my…my manifesting mending room,” Grian said, and it sounded so stupid now. He had to admit he’d gone a little batshit with all of that fishing, with his obsession. What did this have to do with Beef and Skizz, though?

Beef pursed his lips, shaking his head. “It looks to me like a cod-worshipping room,” he said.

Grian’s blood rushed through his ears. Was this what this was all about? Types of fish? “No, they were just, easier to build statues of,” he insisted. “The color palette-”

“I don’t believe you,” Beef snarled, and his blazing anger was so jarring after being calm for the entire exchange. “Big Cod is trying to get a foothold here and my employer is not going to let that happen.”

“What are you talking about?” Grian asked, head spinning. “This is literally just for me, you can see my painting at the other end-”

“I saw the painting,” Beef interrupted, turning his back, clasping his hands there, walking down the platform to look at the painting in question. “Quite an expensive piece, for a fisherman.”

Grian scrubbed his hands down his face. “Well I’m not just a fisherman-”

“No, you’re not,” Beef said, whirling on his heel. “You know, my original thought when I was tasked with eliminating the cod threat was just to blow this whole thing to hell with you inside it.” He raised a finger. “But I thought, no need to make such a mess. I think I can bring you to heel with the right motivation.”

As if in cue, the redstone door opened, and Skizz dragged Mumbo in, shoving him back to his knees. His nose was freshly bleeding, and he looked about to collapse completely.

“Beef, please, whatever you think this is, it’s not,” Grian begged, whirling back towards him. “I swear I don’t know anything about…big cod-I just-”

There was a thump and Mumbo groaned.

Grian whirled again as Skizz pressed his boot against the man’s back, shoving him into the floor.

“Stop hurting him!” Grian cried, turning back to Beef. “Please, what do you need me to do? Just stop hurting him!”

Beef reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigar – since when did he smoke? – and flicked a zippo, taking his time lighting it evenly. He puffed, then tossed the zippo over his shoulder, landing it neatly at the bottom of the painting.

It went up quickly. Grian watched the flames, swallowing hard. He was happy to trade the painting for Mumbo’s safety, but it was still hard to watch it go up like that.

“Since you have your mending book, you won’t be needing that anymore,” Beef said, smoke trailing as he strolled up the walkway, free hand back in his pocket. “And since you’re certainly not working for Big Cod, you won’t need this room anymore. Dismantle it. Destroy it.” He pointed at Grian, cigar smoldering between his fingers. “I will be checking. And you don’t want to have this meeting again, do you? Who could I motivate you with next? Gem? Or how about Scar?”

Grian shook his head vigorously. “No, you don’t have to motivate me, I’ll do it.” He took a step back. “Please, just let Mumbo go and I’ll do it right now.”

Beef patted him on the cheek, chuckling as the sickly-sweet smoke made him cringe. “Yes you will,” he said, and stalked past him, snapping his fingers on his way by Skizz. “Kill him.”

Grian screamed, launching himself towards them, but he was too late, Skizz stabbed Mumbo through the back of the skull and Grian landed on the hard floor, next to the bundle of bloodied ropes left behind.

“I don’t want to see your face on the surface until it’s done,” Beef said as Skizz crossed the threshold. “Or else.”

The door closed, leaving Grian alone and sobbing on the floor.

[read on ao3]

[inamagicalhallucination]

junichiro: kunikida-san's been working so hard lately

atsushi: yeah.. im really worried, he looks stressed

yosano: that's our kunikida! maybe i should drag him in for a check up

kyouka: that might stress him out more

dazai: he's not even noticing us not working and whispering about him

atsushi: dazai-san please don't use this as an excuse to prank him >:(

dazai: why i'd neve-

kenji: maybe we should do something for him!! let's take him out to eat!!

kyouka: that's a good idea. when i'm stressed, atsushi makes me eat.

junichiro: that might work!! we can show him how much we respect him too

ranpo: thats considering that he'll stop working long enough to eat

atsushi: ahh its never gonna work

dazai: maybe we can make him laugh :)

atsushi: no pranking dazai-san >:(

dazai: hey-

yosano: dazai may be on to something. we can make him laugh - if we catch him off guard then in the few seconds i can convince him to get a check up-

junichiro: umm maybe no check ups-

yosano: oh~ do you want one~

junichiro, paling:

ranpo: none of u are funny

atsushi, remembering when he told ranpo dazai's shrimp joke and ranpo didn't laugh but corrected him: i-i don't think i'll be up for telling a joke

kyouka: i've been learning about jokes. they're a good skill to have

kenji: oh!! that's so smart!! what kind of jokes do u know??

kyouka: what do you call a fish wearing a bowtie

kenji: i don't know!! what??

kyouka: sofishticated

kenji, laughing: i don't get it!!

junichiro: anyway

junichiro: we don't have to tell him a joke point blank - we just have to make him laugh

dazai: maybe we can tickle him

ranpo: ew

kyouka: i think jokes are still the way.

yosano:

kenji: maybe if we take him somewhere fun he'll laugh with joy!!

atsushi: we can show him my collection of mafia dazai pictures? they make me laugh

dazai: how the fuck do you have-

yosano: -maybe some physical humor over jokes-

(dazai: -my pictures; where did you even get-)

junichiro: that sounds terrifying coming from you

(atsushi: ive been collecting them i just said

dazai: why??? no just give them to me

atsushi: what :O no way!! i like them)

*in the background*

fukuzawa coming into the office and going to kunikida

kunikida: *working*

fukuzawa: kunikida

kunikida: president? when did you get here

fukuzawa: just now

kunikida: is something wrong sir? should i call-

fukuzawa: look at this video

fukuzawa: *shows him cat video*

kunikida:

kunikida, chuckling: oh that's- um why are you showing me this

fukuzawa: i have my reasons.

[biscuitsngravie]

gangsta fairytale (shanks x reader)

cw/tw: mafia/gang setting, age gap (shanks 39, reader 22), fem reader, kidnapping (brief), not exactly a sugar daddy but he we love extravagant flauntings of wealth & financial security, smut lol, piv sex, size kink (he’s 6’6 like cmon LMAO), exhibitionism, we cum inside cause its fun inside, breeding kink, dacryphillia, nickname for reader is “buttercup, and pretty girl” unprotected sex, slightly public sex? Smol mention, belly bulge

part 2 -- part 3

At a club on a thursday night cause you wanted to go, but your friends aren’t free till the weekend and you couldn’t wait. But of course that means it’s mostly a sausage party even tho girls get in free before ten cause it’s still a thursday. And every sausage in the party wants your attention

You’re at the bar nursing a drink wondering why you even came and start debating to leave when a very not sleezy looking guy comes up to you and asks “you wanna know my favorite number?” right before leaning way too close to whisper in your ear “69” before you can even turn to scowl at him

Shanks who grabs the hand that’s about to grab your waist (unbeknownst to you) and leans down to ask the guy “you wanna know my favorite number?” his voice is so heavy you can feel the vibration in your own chest despite the blaring music. You turn around to see an absolute tree of a man and you don’t know if your fight or flight or fuck is kicking in

The guy scurries off cause like….its fucking shanks

Instead of being a bigger fish to outsleeze the guy he asks if you’re alright. You just kinda nod and give a half-assed “yeah” with your eyes mostly down and away from him. He just nods back and taps the bar as he gets ready to leave going “well be safe out here” and it’s that that has you asking him to stay. You insist you wanna buy him a drink and it’s not too hard to convince him to stay for free alcohol so he does.

He compliments your fit casually and is your face warm? No, it’s the alcohol silly. You start talking about all the annoying guys here and how “uncouth” they are (he raises his eyebrows at that one) as you just complain about how “there’s piss in the dating pool.” you wonder if you’ll just have to find the “least shitty” person and settle with them

He starts talking less as you enter your tirade. Eyeing you down and going “well if you don’t mind hanging out with this old fart, i can show you how we did dating back in the day.” you try to give him your snapchat but he doesn’t have it and can’t work it even when you get him to download it, so you just give him your number instead

He tells you to shoot him a text that you got home safe and you think it’s cheesy but you do it anyway

The date is super nice, he takes you to this really nice cafe you’ve been meaning to go to. It’s kinda strange cause the menu doesn’t have prices so it’s hard to choose (being a college student and all) but he assures you he’ll cover the bill and to eat your heart out. After that he takes you on a ferry ride and talks about history on every part of the waterfront. It’s then that you find out he’s in love with the sea and the taste of adventure, but he’s (mostly) settled down nowadays. You hope you can go on an adventure with him one day

You two spend a lot of time talking together (you mostly about your classes and professor drama, him mostly about his adventures in his youth, it’s then that he tells you he’s 39) and spend the waning hours of daylight shoreside, and as the sun sets he maps out the stars for you

“Not to be too forward, but i’d love to steal more of your time.”

So you guys go on another date. And another. And an—

Part of you wonders if/when he’ll ask you to be his girlfriend, but you don’t wanna do the “what are we?” talk, so instead you do your best to enjoy whatever it is you do have. No matter how many times he grabs you by the chin to face him when you’re looking off into the distance asking “what’s up, buttercup?” you just give the same variation of nothing answers. He knows what you want, but he’s scared to give it to you cause of who he is. If only you knew.

You’re walking down the street one day and try to ignore the scurrying behind you. You knew you should’ve left the library earlier, as the days are getting shorter, but the project is due this friday and—

You can’t even scream properly since they cover your mouth first. Your keys are between your fingers, but they grabbed your wrists at the same time. You’re blindfolded and gagged, delicately (as possible) placed in the backseat of a car. They keep saying how perfect you are for their boss and a bag of rocks drops from your stomach to your ass 

They take you inside a building, up an elevator and blah blah blah, they take your blindfold off and “present” you to their…

“Shanks!”

“Watch your mouth!” one of them is about to smack you for the disrespect but shanks stops him with a raise of his hand and gives a sign to untie you. You run to him on his ridiculously fancy chair and hop in his arms crying about how these guys kidnapped you and were going to send you to some creep

He asks if you’re hurt, his frown lines pressed into his face as he realizes how bad you’re trembling. He holds you close when you look at him with tears in your eyes, wobbly lips, and a shaky voice saying you’re fine. 

If looks could kill, the pair would’ve been incinerated on the spot. But they can’t. So shanks sends them away for a more effective method. They’re never seen again.

It’s then that he says he tells you that he’s the boss. You don’t understand at first until he explains that he’s “inherited” the title since the passing of his father as the crowned prince of the organization

While you’re trying to process it, he explains that that’s why he never asked you to become official with him. That and he didn’t wanna “steal your youth” away from you. But after you beg to stay with him despite it all, he sighs and says he has to be a “real man and stop pussyfitting around.” you’re his girl, and he should’ve been man enough to admit it and take care of you like he should have

Yall are official now. :)

@honeeslust here ya go!

[egophiliac]

the tweel's parents being a part of the mafia is actually brought up again in his starsending wish! he talks about how his dad told him to get the best shoes possible and that he should always pay attention to details and then idia is like. So what Does your dad do. and he's like well and then idia literally says that he feels like if he asks he'll be "sleeping with the fishes" i love this game it is So Stupid

ooh right, I forgot about that! thanks! :D man, I super want to see their parents...I'm hoping we get more of those events that are basically, like, "let's go to a character's hometown and meet a relative!" -- I guess we've already seen the Coral Sea, but it would be a fun place to revisit, and my god just IMAGINE THE CARDS that would go with an event set there. although if we can only get one relative per location I think I'd actually go with Azul's mom (if I remember right the birthday card trivia there is that his stepdad was his mom's divorce attorney, which is an absolute power move and I desperately want to meet this woman).

uhhh I feel weird just making a bunch of text posts without any art so while I'm on the topic my other favorite octatrio factoid is -- and this isn't a story spoiler but it is said in episode 6 so possible spoilers? -- that Floyd keeps forgetting to take his Stay Human meds so he'll sometimes just...randomly start popping out fins and laughing about it, like

[shrimpys-log]

Shrimpy's Log 002: New Year Schemes

✎ Ficlet ✎ Characters: Azul, Cater, Floyd, Jade, Ruggie ✎ Gender-neutral ✎ Slight use of swear words ✎ Tagged as x reader but can be platonic, it's just a funny little scenario ✎ Based on the current New Year event on the English server, on Octavinelle's day (feat. Cater, Ruggie)

Cater and Ruggie knew that Azul, Jade and Floyd would return for another match, and the dread outweighed the celebration of their most recent victory.

Seeing you in the crowd came as a huge relief. You were even-tempered and sweet, and even if it would be hard to convince you to spend more money than necessary (managing Ramshackle meant you had to be a practical spender, after all), talking to you would undoubtedly ease the nerves. Especially since you knew the horrors of Octavinelle all too well, and could easily sympathize with their plight.

"Hi Cater, hi Ruggie! Having a pleasant shift, I hope?"

It didn't take long to figure out that they were not, in fact, having a pleasant shift--at least not with the fish mafia prowling about. You seemed to catch on to their source of anxiety a little too quickly.

"It's that game Sam's introduced this year, isn't it?" You deduce. "Three versus two... that's not very fair, especially when Floyd's practically two people on his own."

"That's not our only concern," Ruggie replies, tactfully keeping his voice out of earshot from the nearby merpeople. "Jade and Azul keep coming back with better and better strategies, and Floyd's accumulating more skill with each round, even if he isn't abiding by anything the other two have to say. We've managed to come through a few times so far, but..."

"...but Azul's relentless," You nod. "Yeah, I know. So, what about your strategy?"

"Not exactly my strong suit," Cater chimes in. "Ruggie's doing fine on that end, but there's not much to strategize. We already studied all the tips and tricks before this whole thing started."

"Of course there's plenty to strategize. Those three aren't infallible, you know," you reply, eyes sparkling. Your cheerful expression was far too innocent for the blunt analysis that followed. "Floyd's definitely the best athlete, but he's also the easiest to take down. It's not hard to put him in a bad mood--the most surefire way to do that would be to get Azul to berate him, and if you want to get Azul to berate Floyd, you just have to make Floyd so excited that he starts tuning Azul out. Not even Jade and Azul can control Floyd's mood."

...fair enough, Ruggie and Cater supposed. They weren't expecting that to be the 'strategy' you had in mind, but in all fairness, you were around the Octa-trio more than the rest of them.

"The second biggest weakness to exploit is Azul," you say. "I'm sure you remember from Beanfest, Cater--Azul's not exactly the most enthusiastic when it comes to... well... physical fitness as we experience it on land. He's crazy strong, but his speed and agility aren't there. He thinks strategy is enough to compensate for it--and ordinarily, it is--but if you target him over Jade, that's where you'll get the slip-up you need. Jade's the most composed and, like Floyd, he's pretty competent with all land games that aren't heavily reliant on flying, so to throw him off, your best bet is to convince him that it would be more fun to see Azul frustrated than it would be to receive the prize of victory. He's a sucker for all things entertaining."

Cater and Ruggie blink at you with wide eyes, but you don't seem to even notice.

"Say, do you guys have spackle for sale? Ramshackle's crumbling again, I have some walls I need to patch up," you say nonchalantly, completely moving on from your strategic tirade as if it'd never happened in the first place.

It was a fortunate outcome--once Ruggie and Cater helped you find all the things you needed to find (you'd already planned to shop in bulk, since Ramshackle had a lot of unmet needs and the New Year prices were extremely generous), you owed enough to earn yourself a few rounds of hanetsuki. Cater and Ruggie didn't seem particularly threatened by the idea of taking you on, which was kind of offensive, but you understood. You didn't seem as threatening without your usual crew (Ace, Deuce, Grim) around for backup.

Less fortunately, at least for Cater and Ruggie, was that Azul, Jade and Floyd were back to play, and the two had nowhere to hide. Floyd greeted you with a hug while Jade curiously poked at all the stuff you bought, but Azul's sharp blue eyes were focused on the prize.

"I believe we're due for another round," he remarks confidently.

"Coincidentally, I've earned myself a round as well," you chime in, turning to Ruggie and Cater. "Though I suppose three versus two is rather uneven. Can I join your side?"

Immediately your friends--on both sides--began to sputter at you.

"T-That's not the rules!" Azul accuses. Clearly, you joining Cater and Ruggie would completely wipe his strategy. Jade, however, seems greatly amused by the prospect.

"What a wonderful idea," he chuckles. "After all, you shouldn't have to fight this battle alone, you poor, unfortunate thing."

"The prefect could be on our side," Azul snaps. "Why should they join the enemy--ahem, the employees?"

"Hate to break it to ya, hon, but Zulie's right," Cater notes. "It's so totally cute you wanna be all even and all, but the game is that you challenge us."

"I'll pay double," you counter simply. "I need 50 for a round, right? Well, how about 100 lets me play with you? I'm not gonna win on my own anyway, I've seen Ruggie play spelldrive and you, Cater, were a little too competent during Beanfest. Since it's more profitable for you guys that way, I'm sure Sam wouldn't oppose."

Ruggie raises his eyebrows, but after some thinking, grins.

"We do have to win against Vil and Sebek," he reminds Cater. "And there's no rules saying we can't do that. Gotta take the opportunity when it's handed to us, right? No holding back."

"Now hold on!" Azul snaps again, before turning to you. "Why do you wanna join their side? Are you plotting against me?"

You raise your hands in mock innocence. "I'd rather play a fun game with my friends than suffer a crushing defeat by my lonesome. Besides, I know you have a strategy in mind, Azul--one that doesn't accommodate me joining your team. Do you really see me as that much of a threat?"

In the end, only Azul protests the decision, though Floyd and Jade are so enthusiastic about 'playing against Shrimpy' that Azul's protests fade to the background. He ends up agreeing, only after you put on a show of apologizing to Ruggie and Cater for having no experience in the game whatsoever, and after Cater had to thoroughly explain to you how to handle the hagoita. With that settled, the games begin.

...your strategy works like a charm of course. Floyd was so, so excited to 'play with Shrimpy' that he was entirely distracted throughout the first half of the game, causing Azul to snap at him and put Floyd in a terrible mood. Jade was so amused by the disaster that he purposefully half-assed the rest of the game, driving Azul even more up a wall, and eventually Azul slipped up, causing the Octavinelle team to lose once again.

"Bah! We could've had that!" He growls. "One more time. I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to spend another 50 thaumarks..."

He and Jade make their tactical retreat, with Jade grinning like it was the best day of his life. Floyd lingers behind, his foul mood still written over his face.

Luckily, he was just as easy to cheer up as he was to upset. You approach your friend with a peace offering and a hug, shoving a small box in his hands from the stack of items you'd purchased earlier.

"I bought that for you. You mentioned wanting to try new candy a while back, so when I saw all those weird candies on sale, I figured you'd wanna try 'em." That much was true. You'd intended to save that candy for a more special occasion, but it was a worthy sacrifice.

Floyd perks right up, returning the hug and thanking you before returning to his twin and his housewarden as if the last match hadn't happened at all. Then you turn to Cater and Ruggie, smiling innocently.

"Thanks for that," says Cater with a smile. "You really are one clever little prefect. We owe you one."

"You do, in fact," you reply in that sweet tone of yours. "One golden ticket, to be exact. I was on the winning team of hanetsuki, after all. The rules were explicitly clear that the winning team earns a ticket."

"Huh? I don't follow."

"Wait..." Ruggie trails, a horrified look appearing on his face as he starts to piece it together. "You didn't... you didn't join us to help us out against Octavinelle, did you?"

"Well, of course I did," you say, your tone as sweet and charismatic as ever. "I know those three like the back of my hand. I've found myself on the receiving end of their tireless ambition and relentless schemes too many times to count. If Azul got his hand on that ticket, he'd use it to its fullest value, you know that."

"You tricked us!" Ruggie replies, scowling. "Ugh, I should've known better than to trust that innocent act of yours."

"Hehe--awe, don't be so upset Ruggie. I learned from the best. You can thank yourself--and Leona--for teaching me how to think strategically," you wink. "Aren't you proud? I've come so far from being that unassuming prefect who signs contracts blindly, don't you think?"

Cater hands you a golden ticket, which you hold with visible awe and excitement. Ruggie shoots Cater a look, as if he might've been able to bend the rules and keep you from cashing in on your prize--but the Heartslabyul junior didn't seem too bothered about being outsmarted.

"You're a smart little freshman cookie, Prefect. I suppose you no longer need Cay-Cay to look out for you," He teases. "Here's your prize. Got anything in mind you want to spend it on? Something cammable, perhaps?"

"Hmm... I don't know..." you muse. You catch the look on Ruggie's face--a look of masked anxiety--and you decide to offer some consolation. "Awe, Rug-Bug, relax. The most expensive items in the store are magical--items I have very little use for. Of course, I could go through the trouble of selling said items and making a profit, but I won't do that to you. There are a lot of practical items I need--items to improve the quality of life at Ramshackle--so I'll stick down that lane. This ticket isn't such a major loss for you."

You pause, taking some time to read the text on the ticket.

"And besides," you add cheerfully. "As much as I love Vil and Sebek, I'm not gonna let you guys lose your little competition against them. You helped me, now I help you. I'll be sure to send a lot of people your way, people you could easily beat in hanetsuki, yeah? I do have quite the influence, after all."

With that said, you spun on your heel and disappeared into the shop, looking for something to spend your ticket on. Cater and Ruggie watched you go, still shocked by your tactical move.

You weren't the same naive freshman you were last year, that's for sure.

[kimbap-r0ll]

May I request a headcanon for Azul who has a fem!reader who teases him affectionately (like she didn't mean it in a bad way), and always sneaks up to him and hug Azul by surprise. (Man there's no anonymous option 😭😭)

Hi, thank you for the ask! I realized that the anon option wasn't on, sorry about that ;-; it should be fixed now though!

Azul x fem!reader who likes to tease him affectionately

He doesn't show that he likes getting attention, especially unpredictable attention, but Azul really likes it. He hasn't gotten this much affection from others in a while or perhaps ever, so it's all new and exciting to him. The first time you teased him he probably just stood there, blushing, then stuttered out a "no don't say that" but you could tell he didn't mind haha

Azul might be working in his office and you just sneak into his room to surprise him with a nice hug. First he might yelp, thinking someone's trying to kidnap him or something (lmaoo) but then he realizes it's you and he immediately calms down. He might give you a little pat on you head if you happen to be leaning down

He'll give you light teasing as well, probably not as much compared to Jade or you but still he has a few ways to make you flustered. He's suave with his words, but it's surprisingly rare. He tries his best to be the cool boyfriend but he's so shy and scared of making you feel bad that it just comes out awkward (which lets you tease him and make him turn even redder)

Speaking of which, he's touch-starved. He really likes it when you hold his hand, hug him, play with his hair, etc. Sure he tells people he needs to keep his appearance 120% perfect and he seems cold to some students, but he literally melts when you touch him. You can find him wrapping his arm around you often

Azul is really easy to fluster because of how he's not used to affection. He often stumbles over his words when you tease him and tries to hide his face behind paperwork. It's really adorable and different from the "fish mafia boss" aura he usually has haha

Jade and Floyd will encourage you to continue making Azul flustered every moment you can. They know Azul likes getting the compliments, the unexpected hugs, etc. It's also fun for them to see Azul turning red

[soukokuchild]

This stayed in the drafts for too long (if you see any typos or grammatical errors no you don't)

It starts as a way to annoy each other.

A few weeks after Chuuya joined the port mafia, Dazai eavesdropped Chuuya talking about how much he hated receiving gifts or surprises in general. That's why on the day of his birthday, the ginger finds an ugly dog collar as a birthday present from the brunet on his desk. Not to be outdone, Chuuya returns the favour by giving Dazai a rope to hang himself with on his birthday –he actually throws it at his face–.

From there onwards every gift becomes even more absurd then the previous one, as if it's a challenge to see whoever can embarrasses the other more, forgetting that they're two big shots of the Port Mafia.

Every birthday becomes metaphorically and sometimes physically a battlefield.

One time is a carton of milk for Chuuya's given by Dazai –"I thought chibi may need help with growing since he's still so short!"– and the complete guide to suicide for Dazai by Chuuya –"Oi shitty Dazai, it's time to fucking die"–.

The peak of that weird challenge is reached a year before Dazai's betrayal, when Chuuya gets home only to find countless snails happily eating...weirdly specific food? and whatever snails do on the floor of his living room. Chuuya doesn't even question how Dazai managed to breaks into his apartment, he's already thinking about giving the bastard a taste of his own medicine.

On his eighteenth birthday, Dazai wakes up with a nauseous smell filling the container where he still stubbornly lives. Well, he lives literally into the port, of course he doesn't expect to smell flowers and candies, but the smell of rotten fish is way too stronger than the other days. The reason: dozens of dead mackerels laying on the ground of the container and a "happy fucking birthday bastard" shouted out from the outside.

Two weeks after the dead-mackerels-gift incident Dazai leaves the Port Mafia and Chuuya knows that the little weird tradition they created is now over. He doesn't know how to feel about it but at least he doesn't have to get rid of hundreds of snails ever again.

A year passes and it's already Chuuya's birthday. Time flies when you're having fun, right? If you consider funny working late again because of the paperwork.

At least there's a bottle of wine to keep him company on his desk. A too familiar bottle of '89 Petrus that Chuuya was sure he drank the night when Dazai left. How is it possible?

What makes him even more suspicious are the words written on the birthday card next to the bottle.

"I guess the milk didn't work, try with wine this year but don't party too hard slug".

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

What do you think about twst boys visiting your hometown? I like to think about this when my days are particularly shitty

Okay, first of all - I'm so sorry for taking so long to reply to this. Life was life-ing and second, this actually was a fun thought exercise to have on an airplane (and a pretty cool way to cure boredom) so thank you 😊

So, first thing's first: 'home town' can mean a lot of things in relation to me. You see, my parents are Sri Lankan, I spent the majority of my childhood in the UK (Wales and England) before moving to Qatar like eight years ago - and I can see shenanigans in all three of those places. So let me split this up by country and the dorm I'd have the most fun with

Sri Lanka: So after some thinking, I'd say Octavinelle - mainly because of the food. Lanka is a small island in the middle of the ocean and we do love our cuisine. Honestly, I only go there on holiday to meet relatives and there's not really much to do there in terms of entertainment that you can't do anywhere else so I think introducing the food to the fish mafia is the most I can think of (that and trying to stop Floyd from making off with a three-wheeler)

UK: I mean, you can't not have the Heartslabyul gang in London. Like, taking them to zoos/petting zoos, strawberry farms, tea rooms/high tea, the bakeries, Buckingham Palace, the London Dungeons the sweet magicamable places for Cater's camera.

Also, I would like to invite the Diasomnia gang as well 1) because of all of the historical landmarks and 2) because I think UK is the most superstitious with regards to fairies and I think they'd have a kick out of that

Qatar: obviously the Scarabia duo. Like, I have so much fun going to the souqs and dunes because I get all delulu and imagine going on a date with them in the Scalding Sands. I imagine they'd feel right at home here and it would be fun to compare and contrast the differences between their home country and Doha - like the food, the clothing, the architecture. Also, I'm a firm believer in arabic speaking!Kalim and Jamil so it would be so cool to have them translate things I can't understand. We'd have so much fun drinking karak tea, going dune bashing and quad biking.

Thanks for the ask 😊

[thekatebridgerton]

thekatebridgerton 2022 Masterlist of aus

this post is going to be long, to be fair, I think I wrote out my favorite aus in 2022. it was a great year creativity wise. So lets take a look:

If Eloise had been closer to Marina her book probably would have been more like a genderbent WHWW pt 1

au If Eloise had met Phillip while he was Married to Marina pt2

Forced Marriage au Bridgerton men edition

Bridgerton couples There was only one bed trope

List of The Bridgerton as mental illnesses darker timeline au

The hoe and the monogamist trope (saint and sinner)

Crack Encanto au post pt1

Crack Encanto au post pt2

Crack Encanto au post pt3

Which Bridgerton is the most insomniac

The Bridgertons on a scale of 1 to 8 Royalty au edition

The Bridgertons as Star wars Characters pt1

Philoise almost meeting aus

Gregnelope crackship au idea

Kanthony first words soulmate au aesthetic

Bridgerton couples mafia au p1

Kate interviewing for the wife Position au

Wallflower Penelope has no suitors because…au

Violet Bridgerton time travel fix it, multicouple oneshot

Reverse TVWL What if Kate tried to go after Benedict au

Mafia au pt 2, the Kanthony drabble

Mafia au pt3 Polin edition

Bridgerton couples Star wars au pt2 the story

Philoise College professor x student au

She’s all that polin au

Colin vs the angry wallflower and the bored modiste oneshot

Masterlist of Birdgerton rom com ideas

Polin Made of Honor au (ft bluerosejuliet)

Bridgeton couples Criminal minds au

Polin Aesthetic prompt: Abduction to love

Polin Aesthetic prompt: Best friend brother + brother’s best friend

Polin Aesthetic prompt: Two person Love Triangle

Polin Aesthetic prompt: The one that got away

Polin Aesthetic prompt: Childhood marriage promise

Polin Aesthetic prompt: friends with benefits

Polin Aesthetic prompt: Fish out of water

Addams family au vignete

Polin Aesthetic prompt: Secret baby au

Polin Aesthetic prompts: Polin in Law enforcement

Sophie as Benedict’s mistress, comedy au

Polin Aesthetic prompts: Neighbours to lovers au

Bridgerton mafia au post #4

Bridgerton couples Yandere au part 1: the plot

Bridgerton reincarnated au pt1

Bridgerton Yandere au pt 2, how it may end eventually

Bridgerton yandere au pt3

Bridgerton yandere au post #3

Bridgerton Yandere au post #4, Gregory’s take

Philoise meet cute S2 au

Reincarnated au pt2 Franchesca version

Genderbent Felicity: Felix Featherington verse pt1

Ghost x Reincarnation au pt1

Kanthony as rival fashion designers au

Kanthony Medieval warlord au

Gaslight gatekeep girlboss OG post

Kanthony twisted Cinderella au

Bridgerton Couples, write on your skin soulmate au

Bridgerton couples professional Athletes au

Reincarnation au part 2

Reincarnation au pt3: the climax of the story

Bridgerton Reincarnation au pt4: the plot thickens

Ghost x Reincarnation au pt2

Genderbent Felicity: Felix Featherington verse pt2

Reincarnation au p4

Twisted Fairytale Full au pt2

Kanthony pirate-ish au

Penelope fake Dates Phillip, Polin au

Polin meet the Robinsons idea

Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss inspiration idea pt2

Bridgerton Ghost Whisper au pt1

Felix Featherington verse pt 3

Bridgerton couples Sherlock Holmes au

Reincarnation au pt5, Saphne edition

to the anon who asked which were my favorites, for the 2022 aus, its really hard to pick, I absolutely adored writing my Twisted Fairytales Bridgerton au and one of these days a will totally write a full fic about it, but also the Star Wars au and the Mafia au were so much fun!! I loved writing those. The reincarnation verse was also so good, and arghh I should have expanded on the Criminal minds au.

Long Story short, it's really hard to pick which was my favorite au to write in 2022, but the ones I listed above always make me grin like a maniac, even when I'm busy and sleep deprived.

[joeseventies]

RTC characters as quotes my friends and i have said

Mischa: "Go get your ears hear-ed."

Constance: "Today I got out of my mom's car and I fell and I said 'weeee' before I fell."  

Penny: "And they sit in the windowsill and just stay completely still and they stare."

Ricky: "How giant… is the Uno."

Noel: "Meh." Ocean: "Meh? What does that mean?" Noel: "Its like shrugging, but with my voice."

Penny: "If I had a nickel for everytime I swallowed a nickel, I'd have exactly one nickel."

Ricky: "Everytime a phone rings, nitrogen gets its wings."

Mischa: "Too fast for the eye movement."

Constance: "I think that's legit the flavor." Ocean: "Flavor? Do you EAT your handsanitizer?" Penny: "I do."

Constance: "Dont threaten me about my socks! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

Ricky: "Careful there J.D." Mischa: "Who's that?" Ricky: "You dont know who J.D. is?" Mischa: "Isn't he from Warrior Cats?"

Noel: "You have the IQ of soft toast."

Penny: "I'm not a criminal, I'm just a drug dealer."

Mischa: "If I'm an idiot, then you're a ghost."

Constance: "You're not stinky."

Noel: "He’s like a very Italian pepperoni pizza. But british."

Ricky: "I'm shoving my gay up my pants."

Mischa: "Everybody gangsta till they tongue starts feeling weird."

Ricky: "Imma great mafia talk. Meow shmeow."

Penny: "3 people voted. God is dead."

Ricky: "Homosexual bad grr"

Noel: "I am not fucking watching Glee."

Ricky: "Remember: When fire strikes… Gay out and slay out!"

Noel: "They're still gnomes, I don't care if they're gay."

Ricky: "Happy Birthday, here's my AIDS."

Constance: "Chocolate MILF? I like women."

Ocean: "What's under my eyes? That's right. Abstinence."

Mischa: "I will only shake my ass for the POPE!!"

Ricky: "Run me over with your car, oh baby."

Ocean: "Give me your paper, you infertile gold digger."

Noel: "You're the one staring at my donut like a pedophile staring at a playground."

Penny: "Its not vandalism if it's fun."

Mischa: "Do you wanna check out my ass? For one second?"

Constance: "Straight people can be kinky too."

Ocean: "I'm literally a lobster. Lobsters don't have airpods."

Ricky: "Another day, another slay."

Mischa: "Don’t pull up on me. I'll pull up on your mouth."

Penny: "I know where your heart is."

Ocean: "You want my life to be miserable because you won't give me a penny?"

Penny: "I can feel every fiber in your body."

Noel: "Do as I say, not as I say."

Penny: "Does your fish want to paint? Woop woop woop."

Ricky: "Do you guys like my ring? Just kidding it's a pink monkey."

Mischa: getting choked "That was good form."

Ocean: "Let me put my hand in your pocket and show you I'm not gay."

Penny: "I always make people look away. Whether it be with my face or my actions."

Constance: "Little donuts on my math paper make me anxious."

Penny: "I've been craving water since 2nd grade."

Ocean: "Turn on your brains. Turn on your ears. Cause it sounds like they're not on."

Penny: "So health or religion?" Ricky: "Communism."

Mischa: "They word in such a way that words should not or should word."

Mischa: “Wait Stuart Little is Shakespeare?”

Noel: "You know how much I'd kill myself??!??!"

Penny: "Yep that's some high quality cocaine."

Noel: "Youre pissing me off." Ocean: "You're pissing me on."

Ocean: "You're gonna end up on an episode of forensic files."

[faeryarchives]

So I was thinking... How about Ayato!reader × fish mafia trio! Especially Azul tho. Their mole, cunning personality, and more! Also, in a hc format. A big thanks!

AAAA OMG I REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME AYATO'S OFFICIAL DESIGN GOT RELEASE I WAS LIKE ??? looks familiar then i look at azul and a light bulb light up LMAOOO

octavinelle with a kamisato ayato-like gn!reader!

the young but highly accomplished head of the a known distinguished clan in their world. Cultured and polite, they are a person of many ways and means.

: ̗̀➛ azul ashengrotto

i'm sure i've forgotten something... oh my? i am pretty sure this isn't the kamisato residence, can you kindly tell me where am i?"

azul's first thought is - oh my god am i looking at the mirror? is he my lost twin? he is just like me fr fr.

the octavinelle dorm leader couldn't help but to avoid you, after his senses telling him not to get tangled in your business but in the end you two become friends- close friends in fact

he just find it so amazing how you can give the sweetest and the most pleasant compliment anyone would want to hear to and also insult a person with a smiling face

at times you and the tweels would team up and pull some pranks on the octopus like taste testing some of your cookings 😨

"ne, ne azul. we got you some food~"

"oh? it is not my birthday today, but thank you very much." after taking a bite, jade came in with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"that was made by (name)-san by the way."

he banned you from entering the kitchen after that.

very interested about your nation's cuisine though, and would try to ask you specific ingredients but never lets you cook

despite your mischievous personality, azul would always count on your knowledge during the questionable and troubling times.

you are not really the type to take one side of the question immediately and sees the problem as a whole and at a third person point of view

"thank you for such a wonderful advice (name)."

"it's alright. trusting another person isn't easy, but you have placed your trust in me, and of course i will not let you down."

whenever he is having a bad day, you would never fail to cheer him up and take him out to buy boba to also refill you 'magical sleeve'

"the boba was delici- didn't you just finished drinking that?"

"huh? i have my refills in my sleeve." cue you grabbing another boba from your sleeves and handing it to azul. "here i really like this flavor."

"... did you just got that out of your sleeve?!"

azul is like the little brother you never had and you are so proud of the achievements he is making on his own and azul also feels the same - seeing you as his older sibling but please do not tease him too much 😭

: ̗̀➛ jade leech

oh my? jade never met someone as matured and refined as you. and the moment he notice your striking physical similarities with azul he couldn't help but to be amused. like who wouldn't?

insane duo for real, because having you together with jade - no one can read through your smiles and expressions except for your closest friends

the vice dorm leader knows about your 'cooking' skills and once tried helping you but he regrets and learn the hard way not to let you in the kitchen

"so? how does it taste?"

"hmm... i have no words how to explain it, how about we make azul judge?"

the eel really appreciate how you often keep him in company especially talking about your family and duties as the head of a clan makes him admire you

like having such responsibility at the age where you could've have fun and make some friends at your age and yet you chose to manage your clan to protect your younger sister

"isn't it hard for you at that age?"

"it was hard, not being able to trust other people knowing that they are after my position and my family's power. but seeing my sister and close friend safe? it gave me strength and more motivation to keep going on."

jade is the type of person you will rarely caught off guard but with you grabbing stuff from your sleeves always made him lose his composure a little bit

"you know what? i wouldn't question it anymore."

why on eat do you have a milk-tea and dango in your sleeves? oh you are offering him to eat? sure why not he would like to try out your world's food of choice.

sometimes join you and floyd whenever you two decided to train, seeing your watery illusion is so fascinating to see and you swordsmanship too is also no joke.

overall jade is very glad because not only did he gain your trust but also a very wonderful friend. he will always have your back no matter what.

: ̗̀➛ floyd leech

floyd really found it interesting, meeting a person very unpredictable and hard to understand that is why the eel intend to make friends with you.

whenever he is not in the mood, the eel would go look for you to ask some milk-tea and listen to your stories about a certain oni always fight

you are okay with beetle fights? fight with floyd rn! trying to follow your friend's recipe in cooking? let him help! going to prank people? gladly 😈

"burūmārin, what are you doing?"

"oh hi floyd! i was just about to nicely set ace and deuce lunch box hehe, do you want to join me?"

"hehe sure~ i have nothing to do anyway."

knowing how floyd loves to threaten people that he would squeeze them but to his shock - you always beat him in doing so!

always hugging him first whenever you two see each other + ruffling his hair making him light up like a christmas tree 🥺

sometimes you are the person he would drag whenever he would go buy new trendy shoes and you had lots of fun!

happy eel + happy prefect = enjoyable day 🥳

prefer to fight your water illusion 😡 why is the illusion just standing there looking through him huh round up!

"huh? floyd what are you doing?"

"having a staring contest with your illusion."

"..." then the illusion splash some water in his eyes before hiding behind you. "come back here you!"

despite the pranks and playful banter, the eel really looks up to you - not only for your skills but also the way you handle matters especially after knowing about your past.

and floyd really appreciates it when you would go out your way to ensure that he is feeling okay after walking out of the lounge

its feels like he gain a big brother that always dotes on him and spoil him. to return the favor, he vow to always look after you and will not hesitate to defend you from any harm.

I RECEIVE SOME OF THE REQUESTS UEUEUE ILL START DOING IT BY TOMORROW <33 and wieee i have been binge watching k drama for a while i am curious what kind of genre you guys look for when watching series 🥸 ???

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Partners

Summary: The two partners in crime that did everything together as a team for the team, were finally separated.

Oneshot

Fluff, Angst w/a happy ending, Mafia au, Hurt/comfort au

Trigger Warnings: Guns, Knives, Rescuing a spider or two, Murder, Death/Dying mentions, No main character or member death, Damnation, and Mentions of Drugs (none used or sold by reader).

Word Count: 5,582

Younghoon X Reader

[A/n: If my friend; @jinkoh never put this in my mind, my first fanfiction for the boyz probably would have probably been sweet and fluffy. Here we are… Anyways, after a few years of saying I’d write about them, now I have. And yes, of course, the reader had to be a badass. I'm still new to their personalities, so I am sorry if the characterization is off!! Fun fact: this fic starts on the same word it ends on: Another]

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Another day, another successful mission. Your team was able to find another one of your rival's hideouts and kill off several of the dealers. You high-five Younghoon as you climb out of your lookout together. He lands first on the ground. He waits for you to jump and steadies you after you hop down. You thank him before telling him, “We're such a lethal team.” He grins, and you make it to the getaway car and sit in the back with him. He speaks first, “The shot you pulled off back there?” You hum as you smirk, “Yeah?” He smiles, “I can’t believe you managed to shoot that guy in the head! We were so far away from him!” You laugh and go, “What about you? Mr. I pulled off the ending shot. You killed the guy who we’ve been after for months!” He smirks, “I did, didn’t I?” You both laugh, and Sunwoo goes, “You lovebirds done? I almost got my ass kicked back there.” You roll your eyes, and Younghoon goes, “You’re just jealous 'cause Youngjae bested a big opponent in hand-to-hand combat.” “You two saw where I was and couldn’t kill the guy for me?” You shrug, “If you didn't have it under control, he would have been shot by us.” Younghoon continues, “We had bigger fish to fry anyway.” Sunwoo rolls his eyes, and Youngjae is the last to hop into the vehicle, “Alright, who’s ready for ramen!?” You all grin and yell, “Me!”

You all laugh as you eat a hearty meal before retiring to your rooms. You hold the door open for Younghoon, and he follows you in, groaning, “I’m ready to retire for the night.” You laugh, “Me too.” You wash up first before letting him have the bathroom. You hear a cry of, “Why is it always me?!” And you knock, and he goes, “S-Spider!” You laugh and open the door, and he covers up with the shower curtain, pointing and cowering away from the bug. “You may be a skilled sniper. But you certainly can’t take out a bug.” He pouts, and you smile, “I mean it kindly.” He nods, and you trap the bug and go, “I’m going to run this little guy outside.” He shivers, “Ew.” And before you exit, he goes, “For a person who shows no mercy to the devils, you certainly are gentle to bugs.” You shake your head and laugh as you leave and let the spider out of the balcony window before locking it back up.

The following morning, Sangyeon calls for a meeting. It starts well, reviewing your success of the last year. Before he sighs, “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. And how we’ve been trying to eliminate our rival. And after several talks with Kevin, I’ve decided what course of action to take.” Sangyeon locks eyes with each of you, “We’re going to have to take drastic measures to end this once and for all.” You all wait for him to elaborate, and he says, “(Y/n), I’d hate to burden you with this. But you’re our keyholder. You’ll be the one to infiltrate the devils.” You couldn’t believe your ears as he continued to talk. You felt someone grab your hand and hold it tightly under the table, and you squeezed it back, reassuring him that it was okay.

Sangyeon says, “We’ll talk further. But for now, that’s what I’ve decided.” You nod, “Okay.” Younghoon immediately protests in your favor, his hand leaving yours, but you know it won’t change anything. Sangyeon has made his decision, and while he was lenient. When something favored the team, it was more important than the individuals. Not that he would assign any of you anything outside of your capabilities. Younghoon slams his hands onto the tabletop, “We’re always together! I’m (Y/n)’s partner in crime!” Sangyeon’s lips pull into a firm line, “I know. I’m sorry. But (Y/n)’s our best bet. And as much as I’d love to send Chanhee who’s always behind the scenes. He’s not a skilled marksman, like you and (Y/n).” You were the team’s sniper and weapons specialist, along with Younghoon. He begs, “Send me instead.” And you have to fight your tears as he pleads. Sangyeon shakes his head, “I can’t. They know your face when you tripped that wire when you went on that solo mission eight months ago.” Younghoon groans, and Sangyeon looks at you, “You understand, right?” You hold your voice as steady as possible, “I do…” And Younghoon looks at you, baffled before he sees the tears in your eyes. And Sangyeon leaves the room with the rest of the team to give you both time to think it over.

Younghoon waits until the door clicks before he pulls you up and into his arms. “I know you’re capable. But I don’t want you to go.” You blink back your tears, “Unlike you, I’ve never been without you on a mission. What if I’m not as good without you?” He shakes his head at you, with tears brimming his eyes, “You’ve always been better than me. You never miss a shot. You’ve always been careful. And I know without me, you’ll be okay.” You wrap your arms around him, “I don’t want to go without you even though I have to.” He makes sure you’re looking him in the eyes before he says, “I have to tell you something.” You wait for him as he takes a deep breath, “You’re my partner in crime, right…” You give him a small smile, “Always.” He searches your eyes as he whispers, “I’ve always wanted you more than that. Not just in crime, I want you to be my life partner.” Your tears finally spill over at his confession. “I-I-” He shakes his head, “You don’t have to say anything back. I um- I just needed to tell you.” You cry as you finally say, “I want you too. You’ve always been my partner in more ways than I ever admitted.”

You wipe his tears as he wipes yours. You smile, “The rest of them have always called us lovebirds, it’s about time we make it true.” He laughs and agrees. Before placing his hands on either side of your cheeks and kissing you, as you quickly kiss back. You stay like that for a moment. You pull away and search his eyes, noticing the tears rolling down his cheeks. And you tell him, “I mean it, I love you.” He lays his forehead against yours, “I love you too.”

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It’s the last day you'll be here, for a short while, you hope. You hug them all goodbye. It was hard to part with them after being with them for eight years of your life. Even with tears threatening to fall, they each do their best to make you laugh as they tell you goodbye. Hyunjae hugs you last, “You’ve always out-skilled me in marksmanship. When you return, we’ll compete, and I'll win, okay?” You laugh, “My ass you’ll win!” He winks, “I guess you’ll just have to prove me wrong when you return!” They all scoot back as you approach your partner. Your tears race forward as you see his tearful eyes. He pulls you into him and hides his face into your neck for a few minutes, just taking it all in, that this would be the last time you’d hug either for a long time or forever. You hold him to you, not wanting to go just as much as he didn’t want to let you go.

“I should have told you about my feelings sooner.” You cup his cheeks, “It’s okay.” Your tears are streaming down your cheeks as he chokes back sobs, “I know you can do it. But what if… What if I waited all this time… Just for it to be too late.” You shake your head at him, and he holds you tighter in his arms, “What if you die out there and I never told you I loved you.” You sniffle, “But you did. And I love you too, don’t you dare forget that.” He cries, and you lift his chin and pull his lips to yours. After a brief kiss, you tell him, “Then it won’t be all for naught. If we live, we’ll be safe. And if not, we’ll at least die knowing we felt the same for each other.” He pulls his lips from yours and shakes his head at you, “How I wish these were different circumstances.” You laugh as you wipe your nose on a handkerchief, “Me too. But that’s why when I leave. I’ll be damned and determined to make it back to you.” He locks eyes with you, and you smile, “I’ll do everything to meet you on the other side. I’m damned to have you by my side.” You kiss his nose, and you both start to pull away when he whispers, “Are you sure I can’t bar you from leaving?” You giggle and whisper back, “Sangyeon would have your head.” He laughs, “It’d be worth it.” You wipe your eyes before shaking your head at him. You kiss him one last time before pulling away.

You sigh as you take one last look at the world you grew to love. They’re all waving goodbye, and Younghoon is waving with tears streaming down his eyes. You give them the bravest smile you can. And with a wave, you disappear into the night.

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It’s been a year since then, and you’re still in this damn place, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and get this over. All you wanted to do was to return to be by Younghoon’s side. While you were doing this for the team and you to be safe. You were also doing everything you could to thin out the mafia from the inside. From sending the crew out at the wrong place and time or committing inside jobs to move up higher in the rankings. And since you had help from the outside. The number of coworkers you have every day is less. Now, you're the kingpin's bodyguard, and when you're not guarding him, you're the head of patrol.

Your mind is in other places while standing beside your boss. You have to stay strong for not only yourself but your partner and friends. You straighten up as you imagine what shenanigans you'd be doing. Maybe Hyunjae and you'd be pranking Sangyeon. Or you'd be in your shared room cuddling with Younghoon. Holding him to you as you run your fingers through his hair. Your mind is drawn back to your boss, who is chattering about something he wants acknowledged.

He's telling you about his latest fling, and you're resisting your recoil of disgust as you nod along to him. When he finally shuts up, you go back to daydreaming. Maybe this time, unlike before, you'd share the bed instead of just a room. Perhaps you two would buy a queen-sized mattress, plop it in the middle of the room to share, and you'd be happy. You'd still have to go out and deal with the various missions. But at least it would be alongside Younghoon again. After all, it has only been a year and some months since you’ve confessed. You both didn’t know if you’d come back alive, and you’re wondering if you ever will. You’re still waiting for a sign that they’re ready.

Your mind goes back to the first few months. It wasn’t easy infiltrating the system, but you acted swiftly, getting in on training sessions in their gyms until they started to recognize you more. And then, one day, you ‘accidentally’ caught them exercising their crimes: exchanging drugs in plain daylight. So, of course, they had to make sure you kept quiet by dragging you in further. After all, you were already in their gym 24/7. What was another hour? You acted as if you didn’t know how to shoot a gun and went up the ranks rather quickly with your skills that seemed to them as natural talent. What they didn’t realize is that you weren’t naturally rising in the ranks like they thought. After two months of being the head of the patrol, you rose artificially to the main bodyguard after he mysteriously died. Now it was only a matter of time before you’d get alone with the boss without fearing interruptions from staff and fellow guards. You still had three other bodyguards to take care of. And it was still risky to kill them all when you didn’t have the signal yet.

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You're up late, retiring to your single room after finishing your shift for the night. When you get a text from an unknown number, “New to Deobi.” Your eyes light up as you hide under your covers to text back, “How did you get my number?”

New: You know I have my ways. Your rank?

You: Main bodyguard

New: Good

New: Two days

You: No way

New: Yes, way. Now, get to bed. We got our side under control.

You giggle, almost too giddy to fall asleep. Soon you’ll be out of here. You just had to get rid of the others, an easy feat after knowing how strict everyone’s schedules were with a man who needed guarding 24/7. All you need Chanhee to do is disconnect the internal alarm system. And it was smooth sailing from there. With it still on, your boss can send out a distress signal to authorities or fellow mafias. And you couldn't risk that happening.

—Meanwhile, on the other side—

Younghoon is outside of the kingpin’s bar, just doing his nightly stroll. When one of the goons comes out talking shit about everyone in their rival's group and how the job sucked. And how his fellow bodyguards were even worse, always ordering him around, “Don’t even get me started on the piece of work that's (Y/n)!” The guy groans as he goes on about you and the other guards. How dare he talk about you like that? Without a second thought, he has his gun to his head, “No, continue. See how far that gets you.” The guy gulps, “Why would you even care? You’re in our rival’s mafia.” And he smirks as he cocks it back, “Why shouldn't I?” And that’s the last thing the goon ever hears. Younghoon drags him around to the back of the bar. He pulls the guy’s gun out, unloads the bullets, and sets the gun down beside him. He shoves the remaining ones into his pocket, fiddling with them as he walks around the bar. Even if they saw him shoot the guy, there’s not much they can do, considering how thinned out they’ve become.

It killed him to have to let you go since you had fallen into the world a few weeks after him. From then, you were always together, both of you learning the world together. Sangyeon told the two of you that while you were a team, the two of you would be partners in marksmanship. Combined, your skills had outranked the rest. Which wasn’t an easy feat, considering Changmin had been the former sniper. He stepped down happily to be on field work.

Not only were you two skilled marksmen, but you became weapon specialists together. You two would stay up in your shared room, learning about artillery together and fashioning your own. It was weird to return home and not have you there beside him. And when he’d roll over to say good night to you. You weren't there on your side to say goodnight. He misses staying up with you for hours when he found you still awake. The two of you would talk about everything and nothing at all.

The absence of you ate him away. He shoved his mind into missions, doing everything to not think about you not being by his side. Even when he’d make a shot and look for you to high-five, he'd remember you weren't there. He felt empty from the inside out. The rest of his members did everything they could to comfort him. But none of them were you.

You were his partner. And when he finally got to have you as his life partner. You had to leave. He should have confessed sooner. He had so many opportunities to tell you. He could have slipped it out when you’ve finished an enemy off, telling you that he’s never seen someone make shooting a gun look so hot. But whenever he went to say them back then, it never felt like the right time, let alone the right words. It never felt right to tell you until you were about to slip away forever. He pushed himself deeply into work, and the others couldn’t do anything but try to work faster to get you back. Younghoon was shaving time left and right by killing their goons just because they looked at him funny.

Maybe it was best that you couldn't see how low he went without you. Or how little care he took of himself. But back when you were together. Whenever one of you got hurt, you were always there to patch the other up. If either of you were feeling under the weather, you’d stay by each other’s side. If you weren’t able to go, he wasn’t either. Changmin could always pick up your guy's slack. He wouldn’t leave your side when you caught the flu and took care of you even though Chanhee and Jacob yelled at him more times than he could count for staying in the same room as you while you were sick. But you'd do the same for him in a heartbeat.

The reality he grew so comfortable with is out of his grasp. He misses how you’d jump into action the second he’d shriek and take the bugs he was scared of outside. Now, as a spider spins a web in the corner of the shower, and he screams for you to get it. He sadly remembers you're not coming to his rescue. He sighs dejectedly, heading to shower in a different bathroom. It was so lonely without you. Even though he had his brothers, he didn’t have you. He missed you terribly, just like you missed him.

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The next day, as Younghoon doom scrolls, a knock comes on his door. Suspecting another mission, he rolls his eyes as he opens the door, but it’s not Juyeon, who usually doles them out. It’s Sangyeon. He moves back to let him in, “Yeah?” Sangyeon sighs, “I thought a lot about how to put this.” Younghoon waits and sits on his bed. Sangyeon stands, knowing better than to sit on your perfectly made bed, “In two days, this can go south very fast or end up in our favor. But we’ve thinned them out enough. And with Chanhee finally being able to hack into (Y/n)’s burner. We’re right at the precipice.” Younghoon gapes at him, “What?” He nods, “I know you wish to contact (Y/n)… But it’s not possible.” Younghoon sighs, “I didn't expect to. But two days? That's all we have left?” Sangyeon gives him a tight-lipped smile, “Yeah if everything goes right, we'll be home free.” He pauses before he says, “And I know you’re not a believer. But I’ve prayed that it’s all worked out. I want you to believe in us, (Y/n), and yourself even more now.” Younghoon nods, “I always do.” Sangyeon clasp his hand over his, “Especially now, okay?” He nods, “I promise.” And Sangyeon squeezes his hand one last time before getting up, “Come down for lunch, and we’ll have bigger plans to discuss.”

—Back to the devil’s headquarters—

You text Chanhee one last thing, “The alarms.” While Chanhee had it automatically deleting your messages off of the network, you deleted the texts off your device. You control your features into a deep frown, knowing if you give yourself a chance, you’ll be smiling with glee. You’re partially through your shift when he goes, “My alarms aren’t working! No one is reporting to me from the kitchens!” Your boss orders you to get their attention, “I’ll have someone come out this weekend for it. For now, I’ll use you four as my messengers. Quickly now.” You resist rolling your eyes, knowing you just had less than twenty-eight hours before all this was over. You go to the kitchen and order them to move it like he would so he can have his precious dinner. As you head back, you are thankful that Chanhee took out the alarms on your shift so your ‘boss’ didn't think you had something to do with it.

After the server brings in the meal and retreats back to the kitchen, another one of the guards comes in, “I’ve been looking all over, sir. And I can’t find Choi anywhere.” The royal fucker goes, “Where was he last?” “Probably one of your bars?” “Well, what are you waiting for? He's next on duty.” He rolls his eyes and looks at you, “Can you believe these imbeciles? Not being able to report for duty on time.” You shake your head, “No, sir. It’s painful to think someone would ditch their duties to drink through the night. I would never do such a thing.” He nods and pats your shoulder, “You never have. You never let me down. Always punctual and always there at my beck and call.” You agree, “Always.”

You don’t speak another word as he eats. It’s not for another hour until your fellow bodyguard returns, “I’ve come to report that Choi has passed.” He rolls his eyes, “Ugh, great, another one. You’re up for duty next, then.” “Yes, sir.” He shoos you away, “You’re dismissed.” You give him a nod before turning on your heel and marching out as your fellow guard replaces your spot. As you open the door, you politely say, “Good night, sir.”

You were giddy as you got ready for bed. One day, that’s all you have before you’re reunited with your best friends and partner. The worst year of your life would finally be over. And while there was no guarantee it’d be any better, at least you’d finally be able to take on the world with Younghoon again. The love of your life, you've done your best to stay alive to see him again. Having several close encounters, especially when you caught them in that drug deal in the first place. If you didn't suck up and beg to join them, you wouldn't have the chance to go back home. And now, with the day in your grasp, you can't wait for tomorrow, no matter what happens. You eat your dinner in your room as you always do on your duty nights and settle into sleep. You’d need a good night’s rest if you’d wish to pull off an impossible feat.

You wake up with a big stretch, wiping your eyes. You couldn’t help but feel glee, even though the worst part of the mission was today. You were about to return home. While everything could go south today, you were determined to pull through. You flick through your mind your plan, the last plan that Sangyeon, Kevin, and Haknyeon gave you. The priority being to get out alive after killing off the kingpin. The other men were secondary. They’d be helping you from the outside and inside. Ensuring no one that goes in comes out again.

You knew the patrol was weak because when you weren’t protecting his highness. You guarded the gate with only one person guarding the front door. Unlike when you first started, there were ten of you on guard. While your next kill is secondary, you know it'll save your ass in the end. You formulated the scheme months ago. All you'd have to do is kill off the guard on duty you were supposed to wake up and take his place as the main guard instead of heading to your scheduled location at the gate for the day. Now, it would be even easier for your team to get inside.

You shake off your grin and control your features into a perfect poker as you’ve done for the past year. You walk out of your room after arming yourself to code. You head to your fellow guard’s room. Again, you were supposed to wake him for his shift. You slip in and lock the door behind you. He starts waking up with a stir, and you shake your head, whispering, “Go back to bed. I'll take your shift.” You wait for him to settle back into sleep before you bring your knife up, and embed it into him, “I’ve always heard it’s better to pass in your sleep. Have good dreams.” You graciously lift a second blanket at the end of the bed over him, concealing the knife embedded in him.

You clean your hands in the attached bathroom and lock the bedroom door behind you. You head over to your boss’ room, and after scanning your eyeball, the door opens. And see him getting dressed for the day. You tell him, “I’d much rather serve today, sir.” He squints, “Why’s that?” “Well, I’d like Saturday off. It’s my birthday.” He nods, “I see. Why have you never mentioned it before?” You smile, “Well, I was too busy committing my life to your cause that I didn’t think of myself until it was right upon us.” He grins, “I admire that. You may trade shifts.” You hold your smile back. You just got away with murder, which will be his fatal mistake. Through the door, you tell your deceased coworker you’re taking his shift. He doesn’t reply, and no one thinks a second thought.

You lead your boss to his office, as you always do. He fiddles with his papers, “You'd think fentanyl would be selling better, considering how new this drug is.” You nod. He never wanted you to give him a reason, just wanted you to acknowledge his reports. You listen to him drown out as he flips through his papers. Like every day for the past year since meeting him, you’re resisting rolling your eyes. You always found it interesting how he’d always send people to complete missions but not go out on them. How interesting that as the kingpin, he'd never carry a gun and always have a bodyguard around him 24/7 unless he was in his inner bedroom.

Even then, the only way to enter the master suite was by scanning your eyes. His actual bedroom was off-limits to everyone, even his flings. He had an extra bed in the first room for such occasions. He didn’t trust anyone with the code, scared of dying in his sleep. And because of that, there were several to enter that room. One of which was a tongue scan. It was the safest place to be in the entire house, but you planned for that. You weren't going to let him escape to it.

However, you’d think he’d be smart enough to wear a bulletproof vest, which he required his employees to wear. Or at least carry a weapon better than the brass knuckles he always wore. While he was street smart, he certainly wasn’t home security intelligent. Considering you were right under his nose. And that would be his downfall. You hear a loud crash, and your eyes go wide as you reach for your gun. Your boss rolls his eyes, “You’d think those lousy chefs would know better than to be quiet while I was working.” You nod. Sure, that’s what that noise was, and not your friends breaking and entering. You move your hand from your gun, but your hand never parts from your side, knowing what's next to come.

It goes silent again, and that’s how it remains for the next hour. Until another crash sounds, “Because the alarms are out until Saturday. Yell out to them to knock it off.” And so you do. You open the door and yell for them to knock it off. You shut it and stand at your post just for the guard who was supposed to guard the front door rushed inside, “We’re under attack!” It’s not you who gasps it’s your boss who goes, “Fuck. I have to get out of here.” He shoos out the other guard, telling him to wake everyone else.

You rush to the door and lock it, “What’s the plan?” He sighs, “I can't get to my room in time. And I don't know if they're rigging bombs, so we’re going down the passage.” You tilt your head, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” “Why’s that?” “Pretty sure, the boyz have already sealed it off.” “No one except for me knows where the passage ends. They couldn't possibly have.” You feel the smirk grow on your face before you can hold it back, he’s at your throat. Pulling you up by your collar, “I always had a sneaking suspicion that you were someone else. But I never had the proof.” You smirk, “Exactly. You let me in, not knowing my background.” He slams you against the door, knocking the air out of your lungs for a second. He sputters as he thinks, “But you-you’ve never gone outside of your quarters, I would know.” You laugh, “You’re right. I never did, never had to. We already planned out how to take you down.” He slams you again, and you hold back your groan, not giving him the satisfaction, thankful for the cushion that the vest provided.

You move your hand while he’s concentrating, “You never were smart, huh?” You grab your gun, put it against his stomach, and pull the trigger, “You should have reached for my gun when you had the chance.” He drops you from his hold. You’re glad your bulletproof vest prevented your shirt from choking you. He gasps, “You son of a bitch. I damn you to hell.” You shrug as he coughs up blood, “Oh well, you’ll be there first.” He heaves another breath, muttering something at you, and you sigh as you wait for him to bleed out. When his body freezes, you finally move. The hardest part is finally over, but you aren’t out of the woods yet.

You lean your ear against the door, listening for anyone outside, hearing nothing, you open the door. You quickly make your way to your room. You grab your last few pieces of artillery out of the room, knowing the boyz had probably already cleaned the place out. But you still don’t hear anything. It’s eerily silent until you hear a gunshot. You gasp as you rush out, and on the ground, you see the bodyguard who informed your newly deceased boss you were under attack. “Damn, someone beat me to him.”

That’s when you hear someone say, “(Y/n)?” You snap your head towards the voice, and there he is, the man you’d wait for centuries to see again, “Younghoon?” He grins, and you don’t think twice, dropping the spare pistol you were holding before rushing into his arms, “You’re here!” He smiles, tears pricking his eyes, “They barred me from coming in at first. But I couldn’t let you have all the fun.” You laugh as your tears come out, and he asks, “Did you do it?” You nod, and he kisses the top of your head, “I knew you could.” You both wipe your eyes, “One final sweep together?” He nods, “Let’s go.” You clear the wing you’re in, and he holds you tight to his side after you pick up your spare, “I already did a sweep of the rest of the building.” You nod, “Before or after Jacob did?” He laughs, “After.” You laugh as he moves a hand into his jacket. He pulls out his two-way radio, “You want to call it?” You shake your head, “Together?” He smiles and turns it on, holding the receiver down. And in unison, you go, “All clear.” He lets go of the button when you hear Youngjae’s voice for the first time in a whole year, “Fuck yeah! Bring it on outside, you two!” You both laugh, and he goes, “Let’s never do a mission like this again.” You sigh, “I couldn’t agree more.”

You kiss his cheek, “I’m so excited to be back home and be with you.” He grins, “Me too.” He kisses your forehead, “Let’s go home.”

And there, you returned to your routine of rescuing your lover from bugs, with him talking with you on your queen-sized mattress until you fell asleep. It was everything you daydreamed of. While you still went on missions, you no longer separated from each other. While, apart from each other, you were incredible assets to the team, but together you’re unstoppable. Now you can finally breathe again.

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He kisses you after you shoot another bull's eye, beating Hyunjae in your mini-competition. Younghoon says, “Did anyone ever tell you that you look hot when you fire a gun?” You giggle as you kiss him, “Only you, my handsome sharpshooter.” Hyunjae groans, “Gross!” You two giggle as you flip him off. As Hyunjae leaves defeated, you kiss Younghoon again, “Oh, how I’ve missed you.” Even if you were separate, you’d make your way back to each other one way or another.

[thesharktanksdriver]

I have another interesting random idea! ☝️✨

One Piece modern AU!!

You know the beautiful animated OP commercials and Oda's other manga featuring all the characters "studying" in a school being high school students?

Yah! That's exactly what I'm thinking of!

Reader has a cellphone that has contacts of their friends and family! Definitely has a matching keychain with Ace!

I like to think Reader, Doflamingo, Corazon are classmates that hang out on lunch

While Buggy and Shanks are from a different class but sometimes kidnaps the reader-

But like hear me out...

What if instead of being students, they have jobs to do and like just simply an adult trying to pay taxes? Some are mafias, some are still children, some are CEOs, some are employees and some work other jobs!

I'm curious that in this au what will the reader be or do? They're probably still immortal and travel the world on planes, ships and learn other cultures. They definitely hung that gigantic fish they caught on a wall of their home when fishing at Ohio. (Don't ask)

Cue Mihawk, Whitebeard, Jinbe, Roger being protective dad/grandpa that always checks on Reader regularly (both in high school and "adult")

SORRY IF THIS IS TOO LONG I CANT CONTROL MYSELF

-🛎️ anon!

Nah don’t worry! I find different aus for stuff really fun and interesting!!

For a school au I think it would be funny as fuck that y/n is just a random middle schooler who either befriended a bunch of teenagers by randomly appearing at the school or their some type of kid prodigy that goes to the school.

But for your suggestion of them not being in high school but with actual jobs I find that a really intriguing idea. Oda has released some things about what jobs and nationalities the straw hats would have in the real world but in this au I’d think it would be more interesting if it was still somewhat criminal stuff.

Maybe not exactly mafia for the straw hats and other crews but they definitely not doing legal things. Maybe their some sort of beginner street gang trying to take down bigger ones that are backed by the police/government to do their dirty work.

In this case I think it would be funny if y/n imagine would be something like a little investigator or reporter that somehow gets these murderous gangs to warm up to them through sheer force and disregard for their own health lol.

So basically less pirates but still one piece shit.