#mafia law safe me…

[bugsinmyhoney]

mafia law wip

[littlestarprincess]

I find it really fascinating how pro-censorship AI is.

[cozage]

Hi! I had an idea about law X fem or male reader where either reader is actually a powerful person, like... Say a child of powerful mafia's in the whole world

I just don't know how to do it though 😞😞

Not sure if this is exactly what you had in mind but I hope you like it regardless :)

Characters: female reader x Trafalgar Law Cw: mistreatment of a child, angst to comfort :)  Total word count: 760

A Secret Past

“Y/N-ya,” Law called as he entered the room, holding a piece of paper in his hands. 

“Hm?” You smiled when you saw him, but the scowl on his face made your heart sink. He seemed upset, or at least perplexed. 

“Somebody's in troubleeee,” Shachi sang, giving you a smirk. 

“What?” You looked at Law, unsure of why he was upset. You had done all of your chores and had even made your alls bed this morning. You had cleaned out the toothpaste when you were brushing your teeth, and felt fairly confident you hadn’t left any hair in the shower. 

He flipped the paper around, revealing your bounty poster. Your old bounty poster. From before you joined the crew. 

200 million. The face of a child, but for people who knew you, it was easy to see the resemblance. 

And your name, clearly printed across the bottom. Penderline Y/N. 

Shachi choked on his drink. “Penderline?” he gasped. “Like from the Penderline family?”

“No,” you immediately said, trying your best to hide your racing heart. 

Law scowled at you, immediately sensing your lie. “The ‘Known Accomplices’ section of your poster says otherwise.”

“The bounty you have from the crew is less than the bounty you had as a kid!” Penguin shouted, reaching for the poster. 

“Your list of crimes is a mile long,” Shachi said, peering over Penguin’s shoulder to read. 

“The girl is believed to be the assassin of the Penderline family.” Shachi’s eyes nervously darted to you, and then back to the paper again. “If captured, deliver her to a Marine Base immediately. She is dangerous and should not be trusted under any circumstance.”

“That was a long time ago,” you whispered, shaking your head. 

“Explains why you have such a deadly fruit,” Law said, watching you carefully. “Your family would easily be able to attain that. They gave it to you and you used it for executions.”

��They’re not my family!” you screamed, panicking over your crew’s sudden distrust of you. “I hated it! Why do you think that picture is so old? I stopped listening to my parents and they locked me away! I ran away a few years later and never looked back!”

Law narrowed his eyes at you. “You don’t just run away from the most powerful family in the world and get away with it.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest. You hated how well Law knew you; how he was able to sense the tiniest lie you had told. You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t look at anyone, so you dropped your eyes to the floor. 

“They let me go three years ago,” you finally whispered. “They told me I could go live whatever life I wanted, as long as I answered their call once a year.”

“Their call for what?” Law pressed, watching you closely. 

“A list of three names,” you said, still staring at the floor. “Three people per year, in exchange for my freedom.”

“How do they contact you?” Law asked. You could feel his panic and distrust growing. This is exactly why you never mentioned your past. 

“They find me.” Tears were forming in your eyes now, and you did your best to blink them away. “They always find me.”

“Captain-” Shachi’s body was rigid, and you could feel his nerves rolling off him in waves. “Is it safe to have someone-”

“Of course it is,” Law hissed, shooting a glare at Shachi. He walked over to you and bent down, forcing you to look at him. “You should’ve told me.”

“I didn’t want you to kick me out,” you whispered, wiping the tears from your eyes. “You guys are the only family I have. I would have nowhere to go.”

Law’s face softened, suddenly understanding the predicament you had been put in. He could relate to the life you had lived, always on the run from your past. 

“We could’ve helped you,” he said gently. He needed you to understand how much he cared about you. How he would never leave you. 

Your brows knitted together in confusion. His words didn’t make any sense. 

“You don’t have to bear this alone, Y/N.” Law tucked a piece of hair behind your ear so he could see your face better. “We can help you.”

You shook your head. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Why not?” Law asked, cupping your face in his hands. “We’re family, aren’t we?”

[darkbluekies]

The witty and uncanny

Doctor!yandere OC x reader x Mafia!yandere OC

Summary: After escaping Silas, you wake up at the hospital with a doctor who hasn't been able to stop thinking about you. And now, you have two to escape from ... at the same time.

Warnings: yandere, needles, gun + gunshot, blood, fighting, getting drugged, unhealthy relationships, jealousy, scalpels, a lot of drama

word count: 3.2k

Part 2

A bright light stings in your eyes as you pry them open. You whimper slightly at all the different pains in your body. You're lying in a bed, but it's not very comfortable.

"Oh, you're awake", an unfamiliar voice says. "I started to get worried."

A blurry shadow appears in front of your eyes. You blink a few times until you see the outline of a blonde man.

"How are you?" he asks softly.

You open your mouth to answer, but it's drier than a desert. The man puts a plastic cup to your lips and you sip a few mouthfuls of water.

"There we go, good job", he smiles. "Now, how are you?"

"Where am I?" you whisper.

"At the hospital. Do you remember anything?"

"I …" 

You stay silent as you look at the doctor. Don't you recognize him?

"Have we met before?" you ask quietly.

"The two of us?" he repeats. "Yes, we have. I cared for you a year ago when you came to check up on your sore throat. I'm doctor Kry."

"Oh, right … I remember."

A few seconds of silence occur as you try to remember last year. Everything feels so blurry after Silas took you.

"Now I'll ask again: how are you?" the man asks.

"I'm hurting", you admit.

"Nothing is broken, I can assure you of that. Can you tell me what happened?"

"Silas, he- …" Shit. You shouldn't have said anything.

Dr Kry grows increasingly stiffer hearing the other man's name.

"Silas? Who's that? Your boyfriend?"

"No."

At least you don't think so. You never agreed to become Silas’s partner … or his prisoner for that matter.

"That's relieving to hear", Dr Kry smiles slightly and brushes the hair out of your face. "Can you tell me what happened? I won't tell anyone. I have to stay silent by law."

You gulp. You had escaped Silas during a mission of his. He'd brought you with him for who knows what reason and you managed to run while he wasn't looking. When he noticed that you were gone, you had to throw yourself down a cliff to get out of his reach. Landing in the water, you had no other choice but to swim to shore and then run for your life. You had been running for hours until exhaustion took over you. You fainted in a park. Now you're here.

You give the doctor a brief explanation, leaving out most of the information about Silas and his job.

"Why were you running from him?" Dr Kry asks suspiciously. "Did he hurt you?"

You nod. When you close your eyes you can see the basement's stone walls in front of you.

"Don't worry, Y/N, you won't get hurt ever again", Dr Kry promises. "You're safe with me now, okay?"

You shake your head quickly. You'll never be free from Silas! He's insane! He'll burn down the hospital once he finds you.

"Calm down, dear", Dr Kry smiles. "You're safe, I promise. This hospital has fantastic security. You wouldn't be able to break out from here even if you tried to."

You nod carefully, deciding to try to calm down. After all, you haven’t gotten the slightest bit of relaxation after Silas stole you away from your life. Resting now might be crucial in case Silas decides to find you again. Otherwise you might be too vulnerable for Silas's harsh manipulation. You won’t survive the basement if you’re not rested up. 

Dr Kry sits with you as you sleep, watching over you. He goes through some papers, reading through your journals. 

“Oh, my dear Y/N”, he whispers for himself, flipping pages, knowing full well you cannot hear him. “Finally you’re back with me.”

A while later, there’s a knock at the door. Dr Kry frowns and walks over to open. WHat he’s met with takes him by surprise. A black haired man with a long coat and a gun in his hand. 

“Where are they?” he hisses. 

Dr Kry looks at the gun with a glare and clenches his jaw. 

“You must be Silas”, he says warningly, still sounding calm.

“Back away”, Silas says darkly, pointing with the gun. “Go to your desk.”

Dr Kry backs away slowly, refusing to look away from Silas. Silas notices your sleeping form in the bed, breathing out in relief. 

“Y/N!” he says. “Little thing, wake up.”

“Don’t”, Dr Kry says quickly. “They just fell asleep. If you wake them up I’ll call for security and you’ll leave this hospital in pieces.”

Silas scoffs as one side of his mouth pulls up. “I’m the one with the gun here. I make the rules, okay, doc?”

“This is my territory that you’ve trespassed on. Here, I’m in charge.”

Silas glances at your sleeping form, at the bruises on your skin and the IV-drop next to your bed. 

“What have you done to them?” he growls. 

“What have I done?” Dr Kry repeats in shock. “They were worse when I took them in! What you see there, you have caused when they were running from you.”

Silas pushes Dr Kry up against the wall, knocking some of the air out of his lungs. The black haired man is a tad bit taller than him, but he isn’t feeling threatened. He’s furious. This man has caused you harm. He needs to be taken care of before you wake up. Dr Kry can’t let you see any of his bad sides. Silas puts the gun against Dr Kry’s temple. 

“If you’re so stupid to kill me here, you better find another doctor to care for your ‘little thing’”, Dr Kry says, mocking Silas’s nickname for you. 

Silas gives the doctor a nasty look and lets him go harshly. He’s about to walk over to you, but Dr Kry storms after, grabbing his arm. 

“Don’t even think about moving them”, he warns Silas. “They’re hurt thanks to you. They need to heal up!”

“I will get them everything they need”, Silas mutters. 

“Yeah, sure. Since when do you know how to use medical equipment? Smallest misstep and you’ll harm them. I’m not going to let you do anything that could worsen their condition.”

Silas gulps and looks around, hate still clear in his eyes, but now also a bit of worry. 

“Fine”, he mutters. “I guess I’ll let them stay here until they’re better.”

Dr Kry smiles inside. Oh, you’ll never get better. 

By now, you open your eyes after all the sound the two men have caused. Your gasp alerts the two of them, turning both their heads towards you. Your eyes are stuck on Silas with fear glowing in them. 

“N-No-”, you almost sob. 

“Don’t cry, little thing”, Silas says and pushes Dr Kry out of the way. “Come here-”

“No! Don’t touch me!”

Your scream hurts Dr Kry’s ears. He grabs Silas’s shoulders and forces him away from you, standing in between him and you as a shield. Silas is about to throw himself at the doctor when he sees how you hide behind him. 

“What the fuck are you doing?!” he spits. “Y/N is mine! If I want to touch my baby, I have all the damn right to do so!”

“You forget that this is my territory”, Dr Kry warns him calmly , taking your hand. “I decide who touches my patients or not and right now, I’m the only one allowed to.”

“Oh, you’re so full of shit. Let go of their fucking hand right now.”

"Or what? You're going to shoot me? We've been through this already. If you shoot me you don't have anyone else to care for them. Is that what you want?"

"I'll find someone else."

"Then are you really going to put Y/N through this? If you shoot me, my blood will splatter on them. Try manipulating them to like you after that."

"You piece of shit-"

Silas is about to attack him, but Dr Kry picks up a scalpel and holds it in front of him.

"If you have to be here, be of use and sit down", the doctor sighs and rolls his eyes. "And be quiet. You're scaring Y/N."

You've curled up on the bed to protect your fragile body from Silas’s wrath. The man with the gun sighs heavily.

"This is fucking ridiculous", he mutters and sinks down in the chair in the corner of the room. "Why am I listening to you?"

Dr Kry smiles slightly and holds a cup of water to your lips. You choke on it thanks to the stress of having Silas in the room. You're waiting for him to have had enough and get rid of your doctor. He's the only form of protection you have. 

"Breathe", Dr Kry whispers. "Don't look at him."

"What are you saying to them?" Silas asks quickly, suspiciously.

"Nothing. Instead of trying to eavesdrop, go to the vending machine  on the floor below and get your 'little thing' something to eat."

"Why should I? You're the doctor!"

"Exactly. I'm the doctor. I have to stay with the patient at all costs."

"You fucking asshole."

"Y/N hasn't been eaten once since they came here."

Silas growls and stands up. He gives you one warning gaze before rushing out. Doctor Kry waits a few seconds before hurrying over to the other side of the bed, carefully removing the needle out of your arm. He places his arms under your body, carefully lifting you up.

"W-What are you doing?" you gasp.

"Getting you away from here. I'm going to take care of that man, but in that case, I can't have you close."

Dr Kry carries you out of the room, glancing at the ends of the corridor before running to the elevator.

"You don't understand!" you almost sib. "Silas will kill if you do this! He's insane, h-he'll-"

"So am I."

"What?"

A shiver runs down your spine. 

"I don't like to admit it, but I do have some scary thoughts too sometimes", Dr Kry says disappointingly. "Don't worry, I will take care of that man. Afterwards, you and I can go back to being together. I won't let anything hurt you."

You shake your head slowly, realization hitting you. No, this can't be it …

"You sound like him …", you whisper quietly. "You sound like Silas …"

"No, I don't."

"L-Let me down."

"I can't. You're not well enough to walk by yourself. I have to protect you." 

Dr Kry leaves the elevator and steps out into a dimly lit cemented corridor. You must be far below ground.

"He won't find you here", Dr Kry says.

His voice makes you shiver.

"Let me go", you whine and start to fight against his strong embrace. "Let me go! I'm going to scream."

"Scream all you want, Y/N, but I'd be surprised if anyone could hear you down here."

He opens a door into a white experiment cell. You shake your head desperately. This reminds you too much of the basement. The only thing in the room is a wall made of a mirror, a table and a chair. Dr Kry lets you down in the chair and walks towards the door. You hurry up and try to run past him, but he captures your arm and pulls you back.

"Don't tire yourself out, sweetheart", he says. "You won't get well that way."

"I threw myself off a fucking cliff! A little running won't do anything to me!"

Dr Kry manages to pry your arm off him and push you into the room before going out and locking the door. You pound the door with your fists, screaming. Dr Kry gulps and makes his way back to the elevator. You're safe here, he reassures himself.

Silas makes his way back to your room with a burning rage in his heart and a protein bar in his hand. That doctor has a storm coming for him. Silas is going to hang him upside down until the blood suffocates his brain. And he'll watch it all with a bowl of popcorn in his hands. And you? One thing's for sure: you're never coming with him for a mission ever again. He can't believe that you did all of this to get rid of him.

"I seriously need to get a couple therapist", he mutters to himself and reaches for the door handle into the room.

Before he touches it, he stops. Something’s wrong. He swings it open and finds it empty. You’re not in the bed and the doctor is nowhere to be seen. Silas takes out his gun from his coat again. 

“I’m going to fucking kill you”, he promises. 

“How funny, because I was thinking the same thing”, a voice behind him says, catching him by surprise. 

Silas turns around to see Dr Kry putting on white gloves. Silas turns his gun towards him. Dr Kry scoffs out a low chuckle.

“But the difference between our deaths is that yours will be quiet and quick”, he says, taking up a needle from his pocket and testing the spurt. “No one will know if you’ve left the hospital or not.” He nods at the weapon in his hand. “One shot with the gun and everyone will know that something has happened to me. You won’t get away with it.”

“You’re wrong, I’ve gotten away with a lot of things. This will be nothing out of the ordinary.”

“You sure do a lot of talking for someone with a gun in their hands.”

“Well, I can’t fucking kill you before you tell me where the fuck Y/N is. Now spit it out. I’m sick of this!”

“Why should I tell you? You’re clearly only causing them harm.”

Silas growls and throws himself at Dr Kry, not being able to control himself anymore. The doctor gets knocked to the floor. Just as Silas is about to start punching him, the doctor stabs him in the arm with the needle. Silas is quick to get off him and rip it out.

"W-What the fuck was that?" he asks quickly.

"Something to make you sleep", Dr Kry smirks from the floor, still lying on his back but now propped up by his elbows. 

Shit. Silas looks around for something. He grabs a stapler on top of the desk and slams it into Dr Kry’s head, knocking him unconscious. He starts rummaging through his pockets until he finds a key. 'Laboratory 2', it says on a small label.

"Where the fuck is that?" he pants. "Hey doc- … nevermind."

He hurries out into the corridor. He's not sure if the exhaustion he feels is from the needle or if it is from his imagination. All he knows is that he has to find you before he falls unconscious on the floor. 

Silas finds a floorplan over the hospital. His finger follows the illustration lazily. Damn it, stay conscious. Silas finds the laboratory three floors underground. He drags himself over to the elevators and presses the right button. His body is growing more and more tired, eyes wanting to shut. The image of Dr Kry appears in his brain and he grimaced. He has to continue. The doctor seems to want you for himself too. Over Silas's dead body.

Silas steps out of the elevator and looks around in this new, dimly lit corridor. The walls are made out of concrete. It reminds him of the basement. His vision starts to fail him. He's seeing double. But nonetheless, he finds the right door. He struggles to place the key in the hole now that he can barely see. The click from the lock gives him hope. Inside, he finds you curled up in a corner on the other side of the room, glaring at him.

"Don't be scared, Y/N", he says, voice sounding distant. "I'm not going to hurt you. I've- … I've learned from my mistakes … I'm going … going to …"

"What's wrong with you, Silas?" you ask hesitantly.

"That fucking doctor … he … he stab- … stabbed me with a … uh, with a needle. But that … doesn't … doesn't matter. I'm taking you with me any- … anyway. I'll kill him."

He reaches out for you, but you scurry away from him. His sloppy movements give you time to run past him out into the corridor. The elevator is free! Behind you, you can hear his body hitting the floor. Just as you're about to walk into the elevator, you remember the gun Silas has on him. You could use that. 

You give the elevators one last glance before running back to the testing room. You rummage through his pockets, finding the weapon in his coat. 

The elevator is occupied now. You swear mentally. You need to get out of here before Dr Kry comes. The elevator stops on your level … and opens. You're met by Dr Kry’s cold eyes. Blood is running down his face from his forehead. His eyes light up as he sees you.

"Y/N!" he gasps in relief. "Thank God! Where's Silas!"

"Unconscious", you mumble, pointing at the open door, "in there."

"Good, good. Let him be. Wait … why do you have his gun?"

"Why do you think so?! To protect myself, of course. It doesn't seem like anyone else is!"

"No, no, you are safe — with me!" 

"No. Something’s wrong with you too. I don't like it."

You hold up the gun towards him.

"Y/N, don't be ridiculous, I'm normal!" He says, glancing towards the weapon. "Come now, let's go to bed. You need to heal up. I'll take care of Silas. I saved you, didn't I?"

"I'm not sure. Did you really save me if you're the same?" You hover your finger over the trigger. "Get out of my way."

"Are you really going to shoot me here?"

"You said that no one would hear anything down here. So why shouldn't I?"

Dr Kry clenches his jaw. He looks at something behind you and his eyes widen. 

"H-How are you conscious?!"

In horror, you turn before Silas can touch you. To your surprise, it’s empty. You don’t have time to realize what has happened before Dr Kry grabs you from behind and steals the gun out of your hand. 

“Now, enough of this”, he says. “Come now, Y/N. We’re wasting time where you could be resting. I really don’t want to use the gun against you, but if you don’t realize what’s best for you, then I have to take drastic measures. Come now, little on, let’s go.”

He leads you into the elevator. The doors close. You glance at the gun with a plan in mind. You sink down the wall with your hand over your throat.

“What’s wrong?” Dr Kry asks quickly. “Aren’t you feeling well?”

“N-No”, you lie while forcing yourself to pant. “I can’t breathe!”

Dr Kry sinks down on his knees in front of you, letting go of the gun and starts to feel around your neck gently. You grab the gun and without a second thought, shoot him in the foot. The doctor screams out in pain and clutches the hurt area. 

“Y/N!” he shouts. “What are you doing?!”

“Getting the fuck out of here”, you sigh in stress. 

As soon as the doors open, you run without ever looking back. You know that you have a race against the clock. Silas will wake up sometime and Dr Kry won’t let this slide. Whether you like it or not … they’ll be back for you. Their little Y/N. 

[robinhobiii]

The Truth Untold

CEO! Jeonghan

Y/n’s son goes missing and there’s only 13 suspects that last seen her son. One of them happens to be her husband, Jeonghan.

Bad clue inspired

It has been approximately three months since Jeongmin was last seen. Y/n was restless. Her beautiful baby boy was missing and she was a wreck. What made it worse was that fact that her husband, CEO Yoon Jeonghan, was not really bothered by the fact that he was missing.

Where was the caring father that he showed Jeongmin? Where the loving man that put his family first?

She was anxious and nervous by this. It’s as if her status as a detective meant nothing in this moment. The court and other officials forbade her from digging into the case. This was a family related case and she wasn’t allowed to have any bias towards anyone.

That caused her to get even more mad. No matter what, she’ll find her precious baby boy.

. . .

She decided to visit an old friend. A friend that go way beyond her and Jeonghan’s history together.

“Hmm~ What’s this? Miss goodie two shoes at my office~?”

She looked almost defeated as she had to ask him for help.

“Seokjin, please help me”

Kim Seokjin. A man that has so many underground connections, that even he forgets who he knows. They coincidentally met one night when his wife was kidnapped and he had to turn to a real detective instead of intel from the mafia organizations. Her time and devotion to find his wife was admirable to him that he kept her around for certain small tasks. However, Y/n distances herself from him as the rise of scandals among officials were coming out at a rapid speed. She didn’t want to harm her or his reputation so she kept a safe distance from him. His, obnoxious behavior, seems to have never changed like all those years ago.

“My, my~ you seem so desperate. What’s the special occasion~?”

She looked to the side and sighed. She didn’t want to regret this but he was making a bit difficult to not.

“My son is missing and the court is not really taking it seriously.”

His eyebrow quirked up as he smirked slightly.

“So I’ve heard. Well then, what’s my repayment?”

“Jin, you still owe me for helping you find your wife all those years ago”

He heartily laughed as his smirked broadens.

“You’re right I suppose. However, your husband is a very powerful man. If we get caught, it’ll only plummet you and your career as detective. I’m protected by Mafia Law. Only you know how your husband acts so proceed with caution. You’re aware of all this right?”

She nodded. “I know. I’m ready to take any precautions moving forward. Just please help me find him”

“Very well then Miss Y/n, it’s a pleasure to work with you again.”

He shook her hand to seal the deal.

. . .

It’s been officially four months since her son has been missing. Her and Jin were able to list out 13 possible candidates that could’ve known what happened to her son.

One and two. Choi Seungcheol and Lee Jihoon.

Business partners and close childhood friends. Stick together like glue and never make a decision without consulting each other. They own the music academy that Jeongmin used to attend.

Three and four. Lee Seokmin and Boo Seungkwan.

Both music teachers at Jeongmin’s music academy. Jeongmin often spent extra time after classes to stay with either one of them for extra practice.

Five. Seo Myungho.

His personal bodyguard slash butler that has been assigned by Jeonghan to protect Jeongmin. He’s almost everywhere with Jeongmin and does almost everything with him.

Six and seven. Lee Chan and Kwon Soonyoung.

Both run a dance studio that the music teachers frequent. They’ve been seen with Jeongmin plenty of times.

Eight and nine. Joshua Hong and Hansol Chwe.

They both are assistants to Yoon Jeonghan and Lee Jihoon respectively. They seems to be very close despite working at two separate companies.

Ten. Jeon Wonwoo.

Personal tutor and mentor of Jeongmin. Spend a lot of time with Jeongmin after school and often takes him out for ice cream as a reward.

Eleven and twelve. Kim Mingyu and Moon Junhwi.

Personal chefs at the Yoon residents. Often seen with Jeongmin making dinner or desserts. They always take him out to fields and farms to let him pick fresh vegetables and fruits of his liking.

Thirteen. Yoon Jeonghan.

Jeongmin’s father and Y/n’s Husband. A wealthy and power man that over looks almost all of Korea’s wealth. His influence is unmatched and he knows it. He was the last official person to ever see Jeongmin before he went missing.

. . .

She dissected through their entire schedule. Making notes and comments about their daily lives. She needs to see a solid pattern before making any assumptions about any of them. Her increasing anxiety was keeping her on edge.

Jeonghan seemed to have noticed this slight change in her. He watched her look out into the calm and cool night from the balcony. He hugged her from behind and rested his chin in her neck.

“You okay baby?”

She only hummed a response and continue looked at the night scene.

“You know everyone’s trying their best to find Jeongmin. Don’t you worry your pretty little head. He’ll be back before you know it.” He says as he gently kissed down her neck.

“Are they really? It’s been four months Jeonghan. I want my son now.”

“Shh, honey. He’ll be back before we even know it. We’ll see the truth behind his disappearance and everything will be fine”

Oh, how true this statement is. However, the outcome is not what is to be expected.

. . .

Her eyes raked through the various pages of information about these men. Their every move and decision was document. What was the cause of this?

How are these men connected?

Do they really know what happens to Jeongmin?

These questions and thoughts are flooding her brain. She constantly is reminded that her beautiful son is not with her and it kills her everyday.

Her husband doesn’t seem to be bothered by their son’s disappearance. It irks her so much as he doesn’t care about their only son’s disappearance.

. . .

Hi! This is my first time doing any type of series! I really like the bad clue series from going seventeen and I wanted to make something inspired by it. This had been in my draft for months now and I just wanted to get something out already, lol. I honestly don’t know how long this will take, or how many parts there might be. So, I hope you enjoy as I write this.

Thank you ♡

[mhahaikyuus]

mafia geto pt 3

pt1 & pt 2

tags:; established relationship, fighting, angst to fluff, mentions of infidelity, arguing, drinking, yandere geto

word count:; 2.3k

a/n: likes and reblogs appreciated. hope you enjoy this little series

On the rare occasion that you were pissed you went back to your apartment without a word. Geto would check your location and god forbid you turned it off. He would hop in one of his many cars breaking every law with his driving and knock on your door until you answered. He didn’t want to fight but more importantly, he wanted you safe. He was a powerful man and now that you were with him meant a target on your back. Your location off sent chills down his spine. 

You were in your bedroom sleeping when pounding at your door woke you up. Groaning already knowing it was your boyfriend with the way he pounded on the door. Grabbing a second pillow you smushed it to the other side of your head trying to drown the annoying noise out. 

Geto wasn’t going to leave without seeing you. Leaning against the wall after knocking on that door “Baby just let me know you’re in here.” He called out with no response. “Don’t make me break this lock I’ll do it.” Geto yelled. He was nervous you weren’t answering. What if something had happened? 

After hearing his threat you pulled yourself out of bed and swung the door open with the most dead expression. “Geto it is 11pm what the hell are you doing.” 

He returned your glare and pushed himself inside. You called him Geto, he hates that. “You turned your location off.” 

“Maybe because I have a stalker for a boyfriend and I don’t like you right now.” You snipped closing the door and following him to your couch. 

Geto ignored the stalker comment with a roll of his eyes (a habit he had picked up from you). Sitting on your couch manspreading yanking his tie to loosen around his neck, running a hand through his long dark hair. 

“I get your mad-“

“I’m not mad im furious. And you being here right now is only making that worse.”

“Do you know what could have happened to you?” 

“I could not have you so far up my ass you can taste my spleen.” You snapped. You didn’t want to hear a safety lecture right now.  

“Darling you’re not ever getting rid of me. I don’t care how mad you are we will work it out angel and you do not turn off your location.” He yelled standing up to face you. 

You rolled your eyes with a small laugh pissing him off more. 

Geto just drove all the way across town and you were still being “bitchy” He muttered

He could see your lips twist and your usually warm eyes radiating an ice cold stare at his words. “I will do whatever the hell I want and you’re not gonna tell me what to do.” You yelled back opening your door. “Get the hell out.” Only you could speak to him like this without fearing for your life.

Geto groaned dragging his hand over his face. There was no point in arguing with you when you got like this, he couldn’t talk this out when you were still scowling at him like that. Geto accepted his temporary defeat walking out the door with a slam following his footsteps. 

You cried yourself to sleep that night and Geto poured himself multiple drinks to go to sleep, but not before sending somebody to watch your building. 

Being your petty self looking at the 6 unanswered messages from your boyfriend and the anger from the recent fight you pressed the block button before throwing your phone away from you. Since you were so bitchy right?

The next morning Geto woke up with a horrific hangover and regret for how he handled last night. He let his anger get the best of him once again and you didn’t tolerate that. He lashed out even worse when he let his fear get the best of him, going through the worst case scenario when you turned off your location. Picking up the phone to call with an apology on the tip of his tongue to find out he couldn’t call you making him frown. 

Weird. 

He texted you once again for the 7th time and saw a green color instead of the familiar blue. 

You had blocked him. 

Geto felt his body go cold. Were you really mad enough to block him? And was it for good? No breakup or explanation just cutting off communication and moving on? 

“Fuck!” 

The bright sun from the morning was what woke you from a rough sleep. You knew that you would have to get out of bed today otherwise wallow in the sadness. All you wanted was a hug from him, but he was a jackass you were prideful. No way in hell were you going to apologize or make the first move when he was in the wrong. Today a couple blocks from your apartment was a farmers market you had been meaning to go to. Spending money you didn’t have to not feel sad was a habit you loved. 

Dragging yourself out of bed to throw on a dress and sandals and a near-empty wallet to waste the day outside in the sun instead of the dark dungeons of your bed. 

Coming out of your building you immediately noticed a black car down the street with tinted windows and you could almost laugh. 

Suguru when you first got together taught you how to spot a tail. So him sending one to follow you was stupid, because not only did you know how to spot but also how to lose one. 

Walking down the street with no facial expression you emerged yourself into the crowd and moved until he lost sight of you. 

It took about four blocks within the busy city sidewalk but it was easy enough while killing two birds with one stone. The tail unable to find you as you slipped in between pedestrians and using moving vehicles for cover. The farmer’s market was only a block away. You spent the entire day buying whatever you wanted with your money without your phone blowing up. 

Geto could’ve put a bullet in his guy’s head. “What the fuck do you mean you lost her.” He almost growled into the phone with an almost crushing grip on the device. 

“She must’ve saw me and dipped into a crowd before I had a chance to track her.” The tail said shakily into the device hearing how angry his boss was. 

“If you don’t find her I swear to god. You better not come back to this house or you’re a dead man.” 

“Yes-yes sir.” 

In the middle of you staring at a booth filled with jewelry, you felt a hand squeeze your ass. You jumped at the feeling and turned around ready to kill whoever put his hands on you. 

Fury covered your features as you turned and immediately stopped when you recognize who it was. 

He was looking down at you with a smile that you were of so familiar with. 

“Did you miss me baby?” Haru smiled down at you.

“Stop grabbing my ass you perv.” You swatted him but felt relief. It wasn’t a random creep off the street trying to cop a feel. 

“You know I can’t resist your sweet ass.” He joked and you snorted in response 

Haru was one of your closest friends when you started college and he was very gay. 

Haru wrapped his arm around you and gave you a kiss on your forehead swaying you back and forth. You returned the hug with a smile. 

He was always very affectionate with you and it had been a while since you two had seen each other. 

“I haven’t seen you in forever, you free to grab food?” He said pulling away. 

It wasn’t like you had anything else going on today. “Yep. But you’re paying.” You said as he held hands with you steering you to a nearby street filled with restaurants. 

Little did you know that while you were distracted by your affectionate friend, that your tail had found you once again. 

He was talking pictures of your interaction from a distance. From the outside it looked really bad. A guy was all over you, groping you, hugging, and giving you kisses. Haru also dressed like a straight guy. 

The tail was panicking. He already was threatened before to be killed and now you were cheating with proof. 

He reluctantly sent the pictures to Geto’s phone as he watched you and Haru laugh over a dinner table. 

You two talked for hours catching up on everything the two of you missed. The restaurant closing was your cue for you to wrap up dinner. 

The sun was setting as he hugged you goodbye and you made it back to your apartment. 

Unlocking your door you kicked off your sandals and dropped your bags before turning on the light. 

Geto was sitting at your kitchen table with a glass of brown liquor in his hands. His eyebags were worse than usual and he had a sad scowl on his face. He had obviously been drinking for a while. His violet eyes bloodshot and heartbroken. 

“What are you doing here.” You said with a frown walking further into your apartment once recovering from shock at his presence. 

“If you’re going to end things with me. I need you to say it to my face.” He said with a slight slur and watery eyes. 

“What the hell are you talking about.” You said with a huff still irritated just by his presence. 

“I’m talking about you blocking me and then I see you with some asshole’s hands all over you in the street not even 24 hours later.” He grimaced bringing the glass to his lips with a tight grip and dark eyes. 

You snort at him bringing up Haru. “First of all i don’t appreciate you having one of your minions stalking me. You think I don’t notice like i’m stupid.” 

“So we're really done.” He said trying to not cry, ignoring your words. 

You sighed and sat down in the chair. 

“No like you said. We’re never really done. Just because I block you for a day doesn’t mean we’re broken up it means i’m pissed and don’t want to speak to you. And that guy who had his arms all over me. He’s my friend.- 

-“What kind of”-

“my GAY friend. Haru is just super affectionate.” You finished before he lost it. 

Geto squinted at you, “How do I know he’s gay.” 

You stood up and sat in his lap. Suguru immediately wrapped his arms around your waist at your touch. No matter how drunk or angry he was at you, he would never pull away from your touch. You pulled out your phone and pulled up a video you had recorded. It was Haru sloppily making out with another guy in a dark club as you cheered in the background drunk as hell from a year ago. 

Geto's bored eyes focused on the screen. You turned off your phone and turned towards him in his lap. You could see some of the tension wrapped around him lessening as the conversation continued. 

Wrapping your arm across his back and laying your head on his neck. He rubbed your back as you sighed. He was jealous and very sad. As angry as you were you could tell he was taking this fight a little too hard. You didn’t like him so drunk and sad no matter how you were feeling. If you thought he was breaking up with you or cheating, you would also be in shambles. 

“I’m tired can you lay with me.” You said snuggling into his neck. 

“You’re not mad anymore?” He asked timidly happy you were still here. He was beginning to sober up a bit as the conversation continued. 

“I was but i’m tired now and I would like to cuddle with you. I walked all day my feet hurt.” You admitted. The hot weather, losing the tail, and dinner took all the energy out of you today. Suguru also loved to cuddle you, it was one of the only things in this world that could soothe him. 

Geto picks you up hands under your butt and carried you to bed. You tugged him into bed next to you. 

“I love you, I missed you.” He mumbled a heavy weight lifting off his chest. You forgave him even if he didn’t deserve it. 

“Im sorry I didn’t mean anything I said.” He said with sad eyes as you two slotted in between each other. 

“I know. I love you too baby, even when you are a weirdo stalker that follows me and breaks into my house.” You said running a hand up and down his stomach accepting his apology. 

Pulling your leg over his you snuggled into his chest and paused when you felt a familiar object around his waistband. You snuck your hand into his pants and pulled out his gun. 

“Did you really have to bring this when you were coming to see me Suguru?” You said with raised eyebrows looking down at him from your elbow placing it on the nightstand. 

Geto smiled at you using his name again. “I thought you were bringing that guy back.”He shrugged trailing his hand up your side 

“And what you were going to commit a murder-suicide?”You asked laying on his warm chest. 

“No I was going to put a bullet in between his eyes and take you home.”He said half asleep smelling your scalp, his favorite smell. 

“You say that like you’re talking about going for a walk.” You said with raised eyebrows. Suguru rarely talked like this in front of you. 

“Because I love you angel and seeing you with another guy makes it very easy.” He replied shutting off the bedroom lamp to finally go to sleep in your arms. 

[impishjesters]

Mafia Boss Jax x Reader

warning(s): gun mentioned, stalking mentioned, domestic/soft Jax, marriage mentioned note(s): Honestly couldn't really see much worth tagging, it's all just stuff you'd expect to see mentioned in a mafia/gang headcanon... A/N: So I saw a fanart thingie (and I've had it on the brain anyway) and it made me thirsty for some mafia boss Jax and I just... I might have to write up a one-shot (or series) at some point but this was enough to quench my thirst...temporarily. I can definitely see myself building a universe around this idea though. I'm excited as you can tell because I just kept fuckin' going in writing this out... Also feast upon domestic Jax in the latter half, I got mushy...

Jax is a tricky boss, it’s hard to get a solid read on him, as an enemy or an ally. He’s almost always sporting a grin, making it difficult to gauge unless you can tell those smiles apart. If he’s frowning? Ha.

He’s that fine middle ground of laid-back yet strict. His word is law, get shit done and do it right and he doesn’t particularly care about the rest.

This person needs to be killed, but before that, they need to be tortured for information. How you torture or kill them doesn’t matter, you get that information or else.

Rabbits are his motif design, not originally by choice but it stuck. Purple rabbit head, his signature grin, it’s childish—which is why it’s perfect, only idiots see that childish design and think “Oh this will be easy” and then it’s fuckin not.

Working for him means nobody is an exception to his little pranks and fuckery. Nothin’ too bad—not intentionally anyways. Bunch of wackos with guns, who thought they’d get trigger-happy when startled?

If you work for him, chances are he finds you a fun target for his mischief.

He might seem buddy buddy with you, but remember he’s your boss. Chances are you are acquaintances at best, not friends. At least for now—who knows?

If you’re dating him, well howdy hey aren’t you a pretty little thing on his arm?

Just kidding, regardless of whether you work under him or not you are given standard gun training as protection for yourself and him, but mainly yourself.

He does like it when you are his date for any events, though he’ll never say it. Jax is the type to bring up an event and do the whole shtick of “guess I’ll need to find a date” sorta guy.

Back on the topic of dating him and gun training—on the off chance you are dating and don’t know about his little crew and lifestyle… What the fuck’s wrong with you? Are you that blind? His position isn’t some well-kept secret, well not to anyone who knows anything.

Jax is pretty straightforward about it, except with his track record of joking there’s like a 97% chance you thought he was kidding when he said he’s a mafia boss. Ha, surprise.

Now if the two of you are dating, and you aren’t part of his little world then he does do his best to keep you out of it. This means that there are periods when you won’t see him, whether it’s because he’s busy or for safety reasons.

You aren’t safe from spam texts, calls, and video chats though. Nah, that’s all fair game to him baby.

Oh, you got work in the morning? Tough, he’ll stay on the phone/video with you until you pass out—he might go a step further and stay on the call for hours even if you are unconscious.

He does it for one of three reasons…

One, it gives him fuel to use whatever shit you say or do in your sleep to tease you with later.

Two, your company, albeit silent and unaware that you’re keeping him company, makes him feel less alone. Moments like this are often when he’s not working and at home, alone. Hearing you breathe, babble, and shuffle around on speaker has him feeling less alone in that big home of his.

Three, it gives him some piece of mind that you are okay, he can see and hear you, and no guns or glass are breaking to be heard. You’re safe. Moments like this are usually after stressful events, whether it’s a job gone wrong, someone injured, etc.

Those calls usually last through the night into the morning and you wake up and see the call still on or see him on the screen. He’s never told you about why some calls continue into the morning, or rather why he’s still awake when he should’ve been sleeping. Though it doesn’t take a genius to figure out it’s not just him being a stalker, but something more serious—if the oddly sweet tone he uses when telling you good morning and asking how you slept is anything to go by.

That said, Jax is not a morning person—even to you. Though if he’s awake before you or has yet to sleep, he’s oddly tender and domestic when it’s just the two of you.

“How’d ya sleep, angel? Dream of me? Nah, don’t answer that, I know ya did.”

“Hey sleepyhead, got ya coffee and breakfast ready. No, I didn’t put anything suspicious in it. I’m wounded doll, ya think I’d put in all that effort to make you breakfast just to ruin it?”

Okay so he’s still a little shit, but he’s got an unspoken soft spot for you.

Speaking of soft spots, if he’s truly down bad for you then that means you are his weakness. He can’t have those—no he’s not gonna kill ya Christ calm down—that means you’re at risk of getting hurt if word gets out.

So if the two of you aren’t at that level yet and are still living apart, he tries hard to keep his distance to keep the attention off you.

But if you are living together? You’re still at risk but he’s got his security measures, and bodyguards galore—even if you don’t live together he always has someone watching you—sure it’s a little creepy but just don’t think about it alright?

I said don’t think about it.

Jax does yet doesn’t understand the line of stalking. To him he’s keeping you safe, to you it’s likely an invasion of your privacy—but if you are anything like me then as long as there’s no malicious intent he can do his own thing. I dunno bout you but I’d rather him have eyes on me than something bad happen to me.

While living together it doesn’t take a genius to tell you that Jax visibly relaxes in your presence, especially when he comes home and gets into bed with you. He’s such a domestic sucker deep down, but you don’t need words to see that.

Overall, I feel like Jax wouldn’t date you if he didn’t have serious feelings for you. His lifestyle isn’t for everyone and he doesn’t open up to just anyone, it could take years before he finally allows himself to even ask you out on a date before considering more. But once the two of you are together he sees the two of you in for the long run, he’ll probably be upfront about it and say if you aren’t in this for the long run and potential marriage then he can’t do it.

Your Jax’s ride or die, please allow him to be yours too.

[lostheretics]

PLOT TWIST (6)

▸ chapter 6; bonnie, clyde, and the others on the side

pt. 1 || pt. 2 || pt. 3 || pt. 4 || pt. 5 || pt. 6

✵ cast : jung wooyoung x fem!reader, kim hongjoong, lee juyeon, kim younghoon, ateez, mentioned oc and many kpop artists name or group

✵ genre : romance, marriage life, eventual angst, smut, mafia!au, non idol!au

✵ summary : there's you, and me, and us, and oh wait. perhaps there's more.

in which marriage is not always a paradise, honeymoon avenue somehow is far behind as you look through the rearview mirror. and beware of the road ahead, for accidents might happen. road work, traffic jam,

or some stranger trying to get a lift, perhaps for a permanent front seat.

✵ notes : 6k-ish. thanks for waiting, to those whoever awaits i guess. PLS REBLOG (i will appreciate this sm) AND GIVE SOME THOUGHTS IF U HAVE THEM. ENJOY

WARNINGS BELOW CUT

☒ warnings: bad words here and there (it's life, but still minors dni) but do remind me if i missed something.

☒ i do not condone mafia acts nor any acts that goes against the law at all. everything mentioned are just purely fiction, made to entertain myself and fellow readers in this particular platforms.

☒ do not repost this on any other platform without my permission!

✓ reblogging, liking, and commenting this post in tumblr (through comment or askbox) are very much appreciated.

i don’t know how exactly to start this one. 

but it’s about younghoon, the crown prince of seoul, the heir of the seoul kim family and the huge problem he’s facing right now. he’s in a deep shit. the shit being the problem that could swallow him whole. the huge problem being falling in love. 

how is it a problem? one might ask.

well, he fell in love with a woman he’s not supposed to fall in love with. for god’s sake, it was supposed to be just a one night job. a good friendship, a good business partner if it goes for more. but he overstepped. he couldn’t help it. not to mention the woman he fell in love with is already tied down to another man. 

simply put, he somehow fell in love with jung y/n. 

and most of all, over a single fucking ice cream night. 

as he laid on his bed, his mind could only go back on repeating the moment, on and on again. 

you were such a good dancer. 

you’re a really good dancer. 

younghoon’s brain kept on saying so as each of his hand held your waist and hand, guiding you through a dance in one of mrs. han’s party that you got yourself into. 

he still couldn’t believe how easy it is for you to get an invitation over a single lunch and conversation with mrs. han. 

safe to say you had charmed the lady. 

and not long into the party, you had once again charmed your way into her heart. and her daughter’s heart more importantly, with the talk of younghoon’s brother, the main target of the whole operation. you charmed them so much to the point that mrs. han had set a formal date to meet both the families up. of course, with the thoughts of marital proposal and possible mergers of the two powers. 

the outcome of it might still change, but you still got the two families to meet up with each other and that alone is impressive enough to him. 

that’s why you and younghoon spend the rest of the evening dancing and chatting. the job is practically finished, and what’s left was easing up to each other. 

“i owe you for this one. a promise and more, i think. you’ve landed my whole family a new ally, and my brother a possible wife. in less than a month, i might add.” he had said while leading you on a dance. 

you’ve found that younghoon, more than just a charming man, is also a good and down earthed one. 

you smiled at him, “it’s a possible outcome, but not yet certain, mr. kim.”

“younghoon.”

“huh?”

“younghoon. it’s kinda too fast, but we’ve come this far and i think it’s safe to say we can certainly be on first name basis now, y/n.” he said, “only if you’re comfortable with it, of course.”

“…if you say so, younghoon.” 

younghoon smiled back. it might sound awkward still, but for that, time can be the cure. not everything can be done instantly anyways. 

the dance stopped after a while. younghoon and you had several rounds of conversations around the room, keeping the couple act up. his hand would be guiding you by your back, fixing your dress or holding your drink or handbag whenever you need the help, including you in every conversation. 

he truly is a gentleman. 

mrs. han, as the socialite she is, invited many important guests. though filled with other socialite wives, there are some prominent figures like deputy chief of the police, in which younghoon is close to, several high ranked people from ministry of health, or even other well-known and successful businessmen and businesswomen from all around the country. everything fell like a domino effect to you, just by knowing younghoon alone. 

after a while, you and younghoon came to the realization that you both were not a fan of the crowd. hence, you both decided to shy away from the crowd and opting to sit by the empty gardens, a bowl of ice cream in on one hand and your champagne glasses on the other. 

quietness filled you both as you enjoy the way the star shone that night, while munching on the vanilla ice cream you got from the ice cream bar inside. 

“this reminds me of the first time i met you, you know.” younghoon broke the silence. you turned to him with a raised eyebrow, telling him to elaborate. 

“i was getting away from the crowd in juyeon’s party so i went to the gardens. instead of watching the sky, i had to watch this lady fainting in the middle of the garden in a party—“

“ugh.” you groaned. 

“—and i had no choice but to help her, because i’m such a gentleman.” he jested. 

you closed your eyes. “that’s the most embarrassing thing to ever happen in my entire life.”

“imagine the shock when i learned this lady who fainted would soon become my business partner? and great one at that?” 

“great one? i’m flattered, younghoon.”

“and you should be. with the amount of achievement? so many in so little time.” younghoon said. 

you chuckled lightly. you looked at the hem of your dress, playing with it to satisfy your fidgety urge. 

“i had to. you know, for the family. for my husband, given the state we were in.” you murmured, “i only want stability, if not with peace.”

it wasn’t the first time you mentioned your husband’s name to him. some people in the mafia know that you are jung wooyoung’s wife, and he your husband. younghoon knew that too. but most of the times you were with younghoon, you never failed to mention your husband’s name. him being a great caporegime, good strategist, good husband who took you to meetings, et cetera. and always with a smile on your face. it never failed to amaze younghoon just how much love you have for him. 

“how does it feel like?” he blurted out suddenly. 

“huh?”

“to be married. to be in love in this… society of ours.” he said. “you seemed to be in love with your husband, which isn’t an everyday thing that happen here, you know? ‘cause most relationships are… benefit based. arranged marriage, forced ones… so how?”

“oh, that.” you smiled. “because there isn’t any benefit. we’re just… in love with each other. i didn’t came from any mafia group or family, it just happen that i worked for one without knowing they’re one, and i just met wooyoung. just like that. it’s unlikely in the mafia world, and the ways are also unlikely to happen in a normal world. but we dated, we fell harder, and decided to settle down.”

“and to me, at least, it feels great. i don’t think i’ll ever feel this way again. not before him, not after him.” you had mouthed in the end, unconsciously pouring up some of you heart contents. 

younghood sighed. “must be beautiful.”

“you could’ve got all of it, you know. just now.” 

“how so?”

“the arrangement with the han’s daughter. might be an arrangement, but a good and stable one at that. i mean, you’re the crown prince of your family. you have power. just treat her right, and tell her to treat you right, then you wait for the love to bloom. might take time, might not be the same as mine, but a win win solution still.” you expressed. “why giving it all away for your brother? no offense, he looks like a great guy like you, but why?”

younghoon chuckled. the usual question. after all, who in their right mind would give away all powers like just that? 

“hm, where do i start?” he murmured to himself, then continued.

“to put it easily, i’m here, but i don’t wanna be here. my heart isn’t fully in this. despite my rank, birth and responsibilities, my brother is more suited for this job. that's why he's always around me, i might hand him this job. hence, the arrangement and all."

“what is it then, the thing you want to do the most?”

he leaned back a bit. eyes looking up, seemingly thinking and lost in his thoughts. you stared at him, stared at the way his eyes mirror the twinkling of the stars, and the way he tugged his lips up. 

“a doctor.” he quietly said, after a while. “a real one. not for my family’s business. going all around the world as a volunteer, and actually helping actual people in need.”

“when i was in uni, i wanted to pursue a med career. but my dad didn’t really approve of it— of my future career choices in med as a volunteer. and med field are most held by my uncle and his children. so my dad offered me a chance for a med career, just not in the actual med field, but more on the business site. so i took law as my major and business as my minor and took over one of our hospitals.” he explained, before continuing, “but, i still make the best out of it. i volunteered a lot in uni, and my hospital is one of the best hospital in seoul in its practices, and we have a lot charity events to help people.”

you stared at him, awed. there was no words that could describe how amazed you are. 

“wow.” was all you could say. 

silence filled the both of you for quite some time. each of you let the conversation sink in deep, trying to understand each character, though perhaps in a light that’s slightly different from the usual one in the underworld. there were no hostility, no walls kept up too high, no tactics. 

just two people in a mellow moment, enjoying each other’s company and in harmony. 

following your own question, he then asked.

“what about you, y/n? what kind of life do you want to live?”

now, it was your time to be the one deep in thoughts. the one who stare at the stars, humming to yourself, thinking of the right answer. 

“not a mafia one, to be honest.” you murmured, “but… ever since i met wooyoung, i feel like… i’ve lived my life. that i’m living in the life that i want,” 

”with the one that i love most.”

somehow your words seemed so sincere to younghoon’s ears. so pure, so innocent, and so dreamy. something that he once dreamed of, something, or dare he say, someone that he wished for. 

and somehow, you left younghoon star struck. 

how will he ever move on? how will he ever find someone if he set such standard for his love life? a fairytale like love life, in this kind of environment. 

he wondered about the life that you have with wooyoung, wondered if he ever will have those life. he wondered what if he was the one you met instead of wooyoung. 

wishful thinking, eh?

but that’s all they are; thoughts. his gentlemanly self wouldn’t have it in his heart to steal like that. to take someone else away just for his own. no, he’s not that kind of man, and he stood by that. 

yet it didn’t do anything to erase your pictures from his mind. at least for the night. it doesn’t lessen the warmth bubbling in his gut as he type his message to you in his phone; the eagerness to see you as soon as possible. 

me: evening y/n. is tomorrow’s plan still up?

younghoon put his hand down, tapping his phone against his bedsheet as he anxiously wait for a reply; if any would come. the clock on his bedside table showed the time. 1:47 am. you must’ve fallen asleep, right?

right. 

ding. 

jung y/n: wouldn’t miss it. see u soon, hoon

younghoon think he might need to see a doctor now. his heart’s beating way too fast. 

you: woo you: i dont think i can send lunch today cause im visiting the kims at their house. im sorry :(((((( you: pls dont miss lunch ok i asked the butler to send u some food. ilysm you: also idk when i’ll be home, so pls sleep early. i promise u’ll see me in ur dreams xo

you sighed, just after your thumb clicked on the send button for the last message. 

sending lunch for wooyoung is one of your sacred daily routine ever since marriage, and this would be the first time for you not to do so. you sighed again, trying to get the uneasiness to subside so you can focus on your job today. 

but it’s still there. prickling you slightly from the inside, initiating the thoughts and realization that you haven’t met wooyoung that much these past few days. 

waking up today, you could only share a quick peck as wooyoung was in a hurry for a mission, so he said. last few days you could only drop his lunch and left as quick to continue your own job. suddenly everyone everywhere needed you. 

you miss him.

last night you were together, you remember as if it was just yesterday, you recalled how you were talking about this exact problem, this exact thing. it fears you of how fast it came true to life. and you fear even more if it ever will go even further. 

ding

woo: im gonna cry woo: jk but it’s ok babe i’ll be on a mission anw today, i dont know when i’ll be done. but i’ll be home tonight woo: come back fast if u can, ok? i love you too

just as you finished reading his replies, a sound of horn blasted as a black shiny car pulled up in front of you. the door to the driver side opened up, and you were gifted with the sight of younghoon emerging from the car, offering you a bright smile.

“ready?” was all he said while opening the passenger door, inviting you into his car. 

you nod and said a small yes, entering his car. you stare at your screen for a little while, before typing a quick response. 

wifey: i’ll try my best. 

a sigh escaped through his lips after your last message to him. putting his phone back to the slot beside him, wooyoung could only stare far into the dark alleys in front of him. his mind filled with you it made his heart heavy. 

it was never a problem before, when he had to go far or for a while on missions away from you. you’d miss him, he’d miss you, but right then he knew that whatever the circumstances, when he came back home you’ll always be there. 

it’s not the case now. 

he’s away for missions, and you’re away for business. when you’re home, he might not be home, and when he’s home, you might not be. 

for that, he feels the subtle ache in his chest. 

his fingers mindlessly tapped against the wheel of his car, before he was pulled back to his senses. the passenger door opened, showing jiwoo and her smile. 

and her tight red dress. 

“take a picture, it’ll last longer.” her snickers made him clear his throat, looking somewhere else to avoid jiwoo’s playful glint. he mentally slapped himself for even staring at jiwoo, but as a man, how could he not?

her neck is on display, as were her long legs. the dress short, but long enough to keep the gun and some knives hidden away. and with her features, anyone would be swooned by her presence. 

maybe that’s why she got assigned for this mission, and again, with wooyoung. 

what the fuck am i thinking? i have a wife.

“what takes you so long?” 

“chill, i was getting some snacks for us. you said we’ll be spying and tailing a lot, so i figured we’ll be staying in the car quite a lot.” 

“nah, change of plans.”

“what?”

“san called. seonghwa said we should go undercover into the club and get the stuff ourselves. so i’ll go as a gambler and you,” he eyed her up and down, “you, conveniently, will be enough as a distraction. did you knew we’re doing this for the mission?”

“nope, i was just feeling myself with the dress.” she shrugged. wooyoung raised a brow, but found nothing came up into his mind nor out of his mind, so he just started driving, wanting nothing more than to finish the mission. 

“so what’s the stuff we’re getting?” jiwoo asked as they parked a few buildings before the club. the car came to a halt, the sight of the dimly lit club welcomed their eyes. 

“san said it’s a ledger.” he got himself ready, “hongjoong needs something in there. it’s a proof, list of government officers getting involved in the human trafficking ring.”

“that’s terrible.”

“there are better words to describe how disgusting that is, but sure. now,” he turned to jiwoo, “i’ll go in, act kinda drunk and gamble some money for the ledger. you’ll be the distraction and a plan b; should i fail in getting the ledger, you should be the one getting it. okay?”

“okay.”

parting there, wooyoung got out of the car and walked to the club. 

so here’s the thing about missions. they can be safe, they can be risky. zero to two means safe, something like spying or just plain investigating. on the other hand, field missions can have more risks, depending on the type of job. whether you have to stay low, or to kill as little as possible, or to not be seen yet has to be there on the spot. it depends. 

and on a scale from one to ten, wooyoung is absolutely fucked. 

it was supposed to be a ‘get in, get out’ type of job and without being seen. yet he managed to make a group of 10 people running after him in the club, after he tried to trick the dealer, a.k.a the owner of the club —the stupidest thing he's ever done in a mission.

“stop right there!” 

a gunshot was heard, luckily not hitting wooyoung anywhere. but guns are out, which means his had to, whether he liked it or not.

he ran in between the crowd of people dancing and getting high, staying as low and as unseen as possible —which, he kinda failed in the first place, but he did his absolute best—, and he took out his glock from his hidden holster, shooting enemies in his sight. thankfully the music is loud enough to cover the sound of his gun. the ledger is safe in the bag, but if he’s not, then there’s no point in doing the mission any longer. but he had to hold on. 

all while he ran and shoot, he cursed jiwoo for not holding them for long. she should’ve been a distraction, but perhaps not distracting enough. 

“fuck!” he shouted.

and right after, the power went out in the whole club.

all the lights, all the music suddenly died, and the party goers could only ah-ed in unison clearly disappointed at the outcome. wooyoung couldn’t see anything in the dark, and had to stop for a while. he looked around, and found the group of men running after him starting to turn on their flashlights. he was about to run when suddenly someone grabbed his hand.

“it’s me, jiwoo!” the voice whispered loudly. wooyoung looked up and found jiwoo holding him, pulling him away from the crowd. she handed him a shirt and a new hat, rushing to cover him with it.

“let’s get out.”

jiwoo guided him out, away from the prying eyes in the darkness, before the power went back on. the backdoor was empty, leaving only wooyoung and jiwoo. jiwoo kept holding onto wooyoung, pulling him as they ran for their car a few blocks down. wooyoung almost threw himself into the car, sighed loudly when he felt the leather seat touched his back.

“what the fuck was that?” he spat out to jiwoo.

“you tell me! how’d you get chased by those guys? i thought we’re doing this quietly?” she spat back.

“that was the plan, but you failed to hold them back.”

jiwoo rolled her eyes. “no, you failed to realize that they have more security than what you think.”

“the fuck was that supposed to mean? i had mingi and san check everything before we go in. and they're doing a bidding for the ledgers anyways.” wooyoung hit back, making her sigh before explaining.

“you were already far into the club when i found out that the bidding is for tomorrow, so the ledger being there was still a top secret until tonight. reaching out would be risky, and i couldn’t explain it that fast, so i had to do plan c.”

“plan c?”

“i broke into their cctvs and jammed the whole thing so there’s no track of you, then cut out the power to get you out of there.”

he contemplated her answers for a while. sighing again, wooyoung laid back to his chair, trying to ease his breathing. 

“thank you.” he said defeatedly. 

“we’re partners. i protect you, and you protect me woo,” she shrugged. “now move your ass and let me drive. you’re hurt.”

“huh?”

he glanced towards his body trying to find the hurting part. he reached behind his shoulder, wincing when felt a cut wound along his upper shoulder blade. blood was evident on his fingertips when he pulled them back. it must be enemies’ knife cutting through when they fought, and didn’t realize up until jiwoo point it out. 

“just a scratch.”

“yeah well that scratch probably needs a few stitches. c’mon.”

jiwoo moved into the driver’s seat, then drove the car away from the chaotic club. for a while, no one said a word, except wooyoung when he gave a call to san about the mission. the sight of endless trees and dark road made him drowsy, and soon he fell into his slumber. 

“hey, wake up.”

wooyoung jolted awake, blinking his sleepiness away after jiwoo woke him up. he looked around in confusion, realizing they’re not back at their base.

“where are we?”

“other town nearby. let’s be safe and make sure they lost our tracks completely,” she pushed his seat back to create more space before shimmying herself into the tight spot. “take your shirt off.”

“w-what?”

the comical look in his eyes made jiwoo laughed as she reached for his shirt.

“yo! yes you’re hot–“

“i’m hot?” she chuckled.

“yes, no– shit– i got a wife ji–“ 

“’m not trying to fuck, silly. i’m trying to fix your wound. now take the damn shirt off.”

with jiwoo's determination, he had no choice but to take off his shirt hesitantly, glancing back to jiwoo, “look away.”

“shut the fuck up i've literally seen your body when we spar.”

off his shirt goes, showing his skin that glows under the yellow lights. jiwoo handed him a soju to distract him from the pain as she stitch his wound up. he winced a couple of times when the needle poked through his skin, but he held on.

jiwoo’s fingertips are cold, soothing to his hot wounded skin. despite the harsh words, she’s light with her hands. the sound of his and her quiet breathing filled the air.

“the pharmacist said there’s a motel just down the road, maybe we should crash there for the night.”

maybe it’s the soju he downed to the last drop. maybe he lost too much blood because of that wound. maybe it’s the fact that he’s half naked, tipsy, and jiwoo is wearing a red, absolutely sexy dress, but holy fuck, did jung wooyoung just glitched in the brain at the mention of a motel and staying the night out with another woman. 

“why?”

“it’s almost 2 in the morning.” she murmured. “the drive to the base would take 2 to 3 hours, and honestly i’m tired. you’re wounded and no doubt tipsy, i’m not about to let us crash somewhere down the road.”

that makes sense. but he had other ideas, as he reached out to the console, trying to find his phone. maybe someone could fetch them up, wooyoung thought. he tapped on the screen a couple of times, clicking on the power button but to no avail. the screen stayed dark.

“shit, my phone’s dead.” he glanced towards jiwoo who just shrugged.

“mine’s dead too.”

and no one thought of bringing a charger with them.

he groaned, leaning back to his seat. after a few beat of silence, he just nodded. “well, i guess we have no choice.”

somewhere in him, it feels wrong. like something is poking through his chest as jiwoo drove down the road, right to the said motel and parked the car. like there’s an unseen stop sign in him, reminding him to not to do it as jiwoo pulled him to the motel room.

but what could go wrong? wooyoung doesn’t like jiwoo in that way.

not even the way she took her dress off carelessly in front of him, opting to change into a bathrobe that’s not even tied properly. not the way he clearly saw her pair of underwear.

shit.

but no, he doesn’t like her like that. and he’s sure of that. yet, the blaring sound of siren kept playing in his mind, reminding him that this isn’t right. 

but perhaps it’s the soju that calmed the siren down, as he doze off into his slumber once again.

jung wooyoung woke up that morning, with a headache and pain on his shoulder. and that dull thing poking through his chest, and the same siren blasted again in his head when he saw himself; splayed on the bed half naked, with jiwoo and her loose robe, limbs tangled with each other underneath the sheets.

nothing happened last night, he's damn sure of it and remembered every single second that passed before he fell asleep.

yet, still, he doesn’t like this feeling. 

“are you okay?”

younghoon nudged you, who immediately woke up from the empty daydream you had just now. 

“huh?”

“you’ve been out of it for like, a solid 5 minutes. are you okay? did my father say something to offend you?” 

“no. nothing important.”

yes. it was something that could change her whole life.

you sighed, “it’s just… i forgot to tell wooyoung that i’m staying out last night. he hates sleeping alone.” she lied. though, not entirely. she did forgot to tell wooyoung about the whole staying out for the night last night. wooyoung would absolutely gone batshit, but judging from the lack of his messages on your phone, he might not have known it yet. which is strange. 

guilt bubbled up in younghoon, easily seen through his eyes. “i’m really sorry about last night. my father… tend to get too friendly and would sometimes step over the boundaries, like insisting for you to stay the night. i should’ve said no and took you home. god, he even made you stay up late.” he grumbled.

“it’s okay, he meant well. i just forgot to tell wooyoung, that’s all.”

“when i drop you off, i’ll explain everything to wooyoung and hongjoong, so they won’t have any weird ideas about it.” younghoon said, “you’re a married woman after all. we don’t want any trouble.”

you smiled and nodded, “thank you for the offer. i’d be thankful.”

younghoon smiled back, and continued driving towards ateez mansion, as you fall back to yet another set of daydreaming, or, more specifically contemplating your whole existence after the talk with younghoon’s father last night.

over some of his words.

01.59 am

a sigh almost left your mouth, along with a yawn, but you held back as best as you could. after all, you’re presented before kim younghoon’s father, the senior in kim’s family and not to mention one of the prominent figure in the business.

but you have no regrets, all the time passed wasn’t for nothing. and he’s a pleasant man.

“you work diligently, younghoon have said this a lot. he’s not easy to get close with,” the man chuckled, “well, it’s a shame that you’re married. i would’ve offered my son to you, he seemed intrigued.”

“you flatter me, sir. and more often than not, younghoon is the one who helped me a lot since i got into the business.”

he smiled, putting down his cup of tea. “so i’ve heard. ah, didn’t you meet younghoon through the lees?”

you nodded, “yes. lee juyeon, to be precise. though, i don’t know what younghoon has told you about it…”

“he told me everything. of why juyeon gave you to us, what you want and what he wanted. that boy,” he shook his head, tsk-ing, “ruthless as his father was. the whole people in the business had to tip toe around him if they want to be alive. jiyoung would never do that.” then he proceeded to say something that made you raise a brow.

“her child would never.”

“i thought that was just a rumor?”

the man smiled knowingly. “well, sweet lady, this old man here has a reason for supporting lee jiyoung when the sibling war happened, and still is, until now. i know a secret or two, things that others don’t know.” mr. kim explained with a longing gaze. “she’s my best friend, after all.”

“like, a secret marriage?”

you shoot your shot. 

“i was one of the few to witness her marriage. she loved seo rim well, despite the fast that he’s just a bodyguard. going against his elder’s wishes of marrying someone more prominent in the business to secure her safety and her throne, me being one of them.” 

“and now for that, she had to lose everything. but whatever people say, it was a lawful marriage.”

“seo rim?”

mr. kim laughed, “oh, oops. the name’s out i guess.”

you pressed him again, shooting your shot one more time. “but, what about the child? was it a girl or a boy? where are they?”

but to that question, mr. kim just shrugged. he downed his tea before filling his cup again. “dunno. but if i do, i’d protect them with all i have.”

you closed your mouth, only nodding to his answer. you laid back to your chair. the new information filled your head so it all circled your mind. secret marriage, possible offspring of lee jiyoung. seo rim. the name echoed in your mind. a name you never know before,

but now you do. 

mr. kim hummed, staring into the fire in front of him, seemingly in his own mind. you stared at the old man, a few white strands of hair on his head, several lines on his face, and you wonder, what does it feels like to witness a war and survived. he lived long, enough to know the lee jiyoung, to witness things that others don’t. long enough to know people, wise enough to know what to do and what not. 

hence the question.

“why me?”

“hm?”

“why did you tell me this? we just met today. and even if you do know me, it’s only from younghoon and that’s not even enough.” you murmured, “so why are you telling me this?”

the man hummed again. “because i know,” he said, making you raise a brow. he continued, “i know i can trust you.”

“where have you been?!”

san’s screeching voice was the first to greet wooyoung when he stepped out of his car with jiwoo. the said man had his hands on his hips, eagle eyes staring down judgingly at the two partners.

“bed’s empty, no note, car gone! you could’ve died!”

wooyoung massaged his temples. “now’s not the time to quote some harry potter line, san.” he groaned.

san shrugged. “it was a moment. and seriously, where have you been? you two! not even a text or a call, we were about to hunt you down!” he accusingly said. “you and y/n both, woo. thankfully y/n told us her whereabouts just this morning. but you? radio silent.”

“my phone died, and so did jiwoo’s.” wooyoung lifted his head when he realized san mentioned your name. “y/n did what?”

slowly, san lowered his hands from his hips. his eyes starting to grow wide with confusion in it. “she didn’t tell you?”

“tell me what?” wooyoung pressed.

“she’s staying out last night as well. at the kim’s.”

his brain short circuited, trying to process san’s words a couple of times. when he finally processed the whole sentences, it left him utterly dumbfounded.

“what?!”

just after he screamed, a black car stopped behind them. the sight of kim younghoon getting out of the car greeted them, along with you, whose door was held open by younghoon. 

“speak of the devil.” san blurted.

wooyoung ignored his remarks, opting to trot his way to you. he threw a look on younghoon, before pulling you away from him.

“you didn’t come home last night? why? why didn’t you tell me?” he pressed, his hand still circling your wrist.

you quickly felt guilty. “i’m sorry love, it was younghoon’s father sudden invitation. i couldn’t really get my phone, that was my fault.” you ran your free hand over his bicep, trying to soothe the anger away. “won’t happen again. what time did you get home last night?”

“he stayed out as well.” san replied from behind you. your eyes widened, while he freezed.

“what? you didn’t tell me anything about it. what happened? wha-“ your palm acidentally touched to his shoulder blades, feeling the rough bandage underneath it, “were you hurt?”

but wooyoung turned away, pushing your hand lightly. “just a scratch, it doesn’t matter.” he turned his gaze back to you, once again giving you a questioning look. “why didn’t you come home? why would you stay at someone else’s place? baby, you’re my wife. what would other people say?”

younghoon slotted himself between the two of you. clearing his throat, he explained, “mr. jung, that was my fault. my father can be quite pushy, he insisted that mrs. jung must stay the night because he wanted her company and to talk. i’m sorry, i should’ve insisted on taking her home.”

“damn right you should’ve.” wooyoung spat, earning a slap on his chest from you. 

“wooyoung!” 

younghoon bowed slightly. “i’m sorry. i’ll make sure no one knows about this, and i’ll explain everything to hongjoong. if these words ever comes out i won’t hesitate to straighten things up and i certainly won’t let this ruin your or y/n’s reputations. once again, i’m sorry.” the man doesn’t even lift his head, bowing once again. “i’m sorry. excuse me.”

“hoon–“ you tried to call him but to no avail, as the man quickly got into his car and drove away. you watched in guilt as his black car went further. throwing a side eye at wooyoung, you detached yourself from him, grumbling as you walked away. he followed right behind you.

“i can’t believe you just did that!”

wooyoung scoffed. “am i not allowed to do that? you’re my wife, and your husband is questioning why were you staying the night at some other man’s house!”

stopping in your tracks, you turned back to glare at him. “i did nothing with younghoon, heck i even stayed at a different wing in his mansion!” you point your finger, “you were staying out last night as well! with your partner who, by the way is also a woman! did you see me complaining or accusing you of anything? no text no nothing, who knows what you did out there?”

…splayed on the bed half naked, with jiwoo and her loose robe, limbs tangled with each other underneath the sheets.

“how could you accuse me of cheating?we didn't do anything!”

“i didn’t even say the word. you put those in your own mouth.”

“i got injured, she was tired, both of our phones are dead, we had no choice but to stay out!”

“that’s exactly what happened to me! younghoon’s father wanted to speak, yes he’s a fucking pushover and that’s kinda annoying so i had no choice but to do as he says because he’s that important, but i did nothing other than talking.” you half shouted. “kim younghoon is an ally, woo. an important one right now. i’m not doing this for me, this whole thing is a business, but then you shouted at him, being completely unprofessional and irrational, i—“

you bit your lip, trying to held your emotions back. “if something goes wrong, hongjoong’s gonna be mad. i’m trying my best right now to gain his trust, to gain something for us, but y—“ you choked back your tears out of frustration, trying your best not to let out a single drop of it. 

seeing how you almost broke down lessen his anger. 

“baby….”

“you two, enough.” 

hongjoong’s voice blared through the whole hallway, making you both turned your heads. you quickly wiped a single tear, trying to compose yourself. 

hongjoong had his hands on his pocket, eyes icy as he stared down at the both of you.

“how many times do i have to tell you to keep your goddamn professionalism first in the business?” he gritted through his teeth. you and wooyoung could only stare at the floor beneath you. you heard a sigh coming out of hongjoong’s mouth.

“younghoon explained everything to me, even gave me a proof of y/n’s room. i know you’re angry, but you shouldn’t have shouted at him, woo. and y/n you should’ve known better than to stay at someone else’s place. the fuck is wrong with you two? i'm not even married but i at least know this.”

you and wooyoung could only turn away from hongjoong's gaze, clearly lost your faces.

he shook his head, opting to leave the problem behind. “make up later, however it is. now, you both clean after yourselves, especially you, y/n.” he pointed at you, “you have a lunch reservation with lee juyeon. i approved it for you. i’ll pick you up after for a meeting with stray kids.”

“she just came back from younghoon, now she has to go out with another man again?”

hongjoong only stared at him. “i said stay professional.” he said, before he turned back and walked away.

there’s something sour left in his tongue.

he’s fully aware of the cause, he just couldn’t say it out loud. so he just sat there on the edge of the bed, watching as you prepare yourself.

the both of you talked and sort things out, explaining each problems while you changed his bandage for a fresher one. both of you talked about how it was unavoidable, things you’ve said before, just with cool heads.

but it still left something unpleasant.

you were stepping into a nice green dress, zipping it up. you strapped your heels, then fixed your makeup. a little blush here and there, your hand danced oh so delicately across your face, it would’ve make him all giddy if it wasn’t for the fact that you were about to go out with some other man.

you caught him staring at you from the vanity mirror, the hardness on his face was unmistakable. you sighed as you turned around, walking towards him. wooyoung turned his gaze to the floor, so you reached for his hands, cradling in it your own.

bringing his knuckles to your lips, you kissed it. “i know you’re upset.” you murmured. he stayed quiet, so you continued.

“i don’t know when will all of this stop. but remember the promise we made? hm?” you cradled his face. “i’ll do anything to keep us together and safe. because i love you, and i need you to understand that there’ll be no one other than you.” you pressed. 

“others don’t matter. just you.”

you looked at his lips, crouched down to give him a soft kiss. though a little unresponsive, he gave into the kiss. 

“i love you too.” he murmured into your lips.

the same words came from the both of your lips. the both of you truly are each other’s halves, in one heart, in one mind, in one act.

even when the same unpleasant feelings resides in both of your hearts, and you both refused to address it. 

kim younghoon: i’m sorry about this morning.  y/n: it’s alright. i’m sorry my husband shouted at you. we’ve talked abt it tho kim younghoon: it’s okay. he did the right thing.  (typing…) (typing…) (typing…)  kim younghoon: he’s ur husband, i understand y/n: thank you kim younghoon: y/n y/n: yes? (typing…) (typing…) kim younghoon: we’re still up for tomorrow? y/n: yes. i’ll see u soon.

“ah! if it’s not the rising star of ateez.” 

juyeon gleamed as soon as he saw you, smile so wide his eyes smiled with him. and to your surprise, he quickly reached for your hand, planting a kiss on your knuckles.

your husband, who escorted you there was right behind you with hongjoong. both of them were stunned at the sight.

but before anyone could say anything, juyeon excused himself, “i’m sorry mr. jung, i don’t mean anything bad. it’s just, i’m really happy to see y/n. i’ve never been so connected in conversations other than with her.” he grinned, “though, if she was available i’d definitely try my luck.”

he laughed, forcing everyone to laugh with him.

hongjoong spoke, “well, we understand. she’s pleasant to be with, perhaps that’s why our wooyoung loves her so.” he nudged wooyoung, “isn’t that right, woo?”

“yes.” he replied dryly, earning a glare and a squeeze on his shoulder. but he couldn't care less.

“well,” juyeon clasped his hand together, “we should go in. i’m starving, and i wish to have a good conversation today with y/n. if i may?”

juyeon offered his hand to you. glancing between juyeon and wooyoung, you have no choice but to take juyeon’s hand, careful in not looking too eager. you threw a guilty look at him.

while walking inside, you typed a quick text.

y/n: i’m sorry. i had no idea he’d do that, he never does y/n: i’m so sorry baby y/n: it doesn’t mean a thing to me

ding

woo: it’s ok.  (typing…) (typing…) woo: come home whenever ur done.

23.47 pm.

you glanced at your watch, sighing defeatedly. you definitely won’t be home as quick as you wanted today.

you already miss wooyoung. but you have to do this.

the alleyway was dark. the sound of your heels clicking against the pavement echoed in the air. the small restaurant was about to close, the light about to go off altogether. you lightly knocked on the door. “excuse me.” you called.

a buffed looking man came out from the kitchen, a knife on his hand. “we’re closing. what do you want?” he gruffly said.

“uhm, sorry,” you stuttered, “is mr. kim’s soju… no,” you quickly regained yourself.

“i want to talk to the soju maker himself, mr. kim. there’s this… old soju i’m looking for, which i don’t know the brand is.” 

the big man stood there for a while, processing your words. he went back to the kitchen, and you heard some murmurs before he came back outside, now smiling. “mr. kim is waiting for you in the kitchen.”

the man escorted you inside, through the messy wet kitchen up until a door. he knocked on the door, announcing your arrival. “come in.” a baritone voice responded. he opened the door, ushering you to come in, before closing the door.

an old man sat on his study, his white hair tousled and a pair of glasses sat on top of his nose. his weary eyes studied your form.

“it’s been a while since someone used that code. soju maker…” he chuckled. “people usually looks for fresher soju, something done, but now you’re looking for something older. tell me, what are you looking for miss?”

he pointed the chair across him, signaling you to take a seat. putting aside your handbag, you took a seat. there’s a beat of silence, before you let your voice out.

“it’s a who, sir.” you said, before continuing.

“i’m looking for seo rim.”

(to be continued)

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damnnnn 8 months. i have no words for myself fr😩🤚

i hope y guys still enjoy this. i feel like i should add more things, but i’m afraid it’ll make the whole thing stale ykwim

but we’re getting CLOSER and CLOSER to the main problem, aka the timeline when y/n got shot (mafia!woo y/n caught in the crossfire), which is the very first fic that started this all

anyways. TOODLES. enjoy

[srgntjamesbuckybarnes]

The List (5)

Summary: When a hit list spreads around New York, Bucky’s ex-wife is the only one with any information.

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Mafia Bucky Barnes x Ex-Wife Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Not Beta’d. Thank you for all of the comments. I read them all! Let me know if I missed you in the taglist!

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Nothing ages the soul faster than pain. Y/N had spent the entirety of her marriage to Bucky nestled under his wing. Warm. Safe. Hidden. He had always been her protector. The second her life was threatened she fell back into familiar habits. No matter how far she jumped, gravity always dragged her back down to Bucky Barnes. A sick joke from the universe or fate? Y/N would never know. She wasn’t the same person Bucky previously married, but neither was he. When they had first wed, neither could imagine a life without one another but if the divorce proved them wrong, why were they back where they started?

Like a snake shedding its skin, the pair was forced to grow. Each new scale bound together like the armor of a knight. The protective layer of thick skin was worn with honor, displayed like a war trophy. Neither one of them had made it out of the divorce unscathed, but they had both survived it. Bucky never doubted Y/N was the one for him, their timing had just been off. Right person, wrong time. Life is like a string. The ending and beginning are always the same, people are born and then they die. It’s all the knots in between that mold people and their relationships. Y/N and Bucky hit a knot in their string. Their perfect marriage became messy and tangled but if they could unravel the knot the string could resume its course. Y/N hoped all of their time spent apart had allowed them to grow together, not apart like they had thought.

Bucky had always held the power in their relationship, but now he was a king in check, trapped behind bars. Y/N was free, free to make moves. Steve had been right. The queen held all of the power. She had been playing the game wrong all along. It wasn’t her who needed protection, it was Bucky. He had just handed her access to the board, to his men. Y/N filed her nails and sharpened her teeth. The prey had become the predator and Y/N was ready to hunt.

Dancing her way into the kitchen with a newfound confidence, Y/N skidded to a halt at the sight of Steve. A coffee mug pressed against his lips as he occupied a stool at the end of the island. He barely spared her a glance, his focus trained on the newspaper in front of him. Y/N would have found it offensive had she not known the man. He had always been more of a brother to Bucky, and she had come to see him as a brother-in-law. She respected him. That was the reason she halted. He wouldn’t approve of her decision.

Clearing her throat, Y/N held her head high as her bare feet padded across the kitchen.

“Morning,” Steve’s deep voice rumbled.

With her back turned to him, Y/N poured herself a cup of coffee mumbling her own greeting. She needed a firm hand to guide her in Bucky’s world, but she hadn’t forgotten the way Steve toyed with her. Maybe he was disappointed Bucky hadn’t left him in charge. It didn’t matter now. Bucky appointed her. At least that’s what Steve told her.

She could hear the crinkle of the newspaper turning before he spoke, “Did you give my advice some thought?”

It was now or never. Y/N clasped her mug between her palms and sauntered across from Steve. Again, he didn’t acknowledge her standing across from him, his head buried in the paper. The sound of her mug connecting with the marble finally caught his attention. The blonde’s head snapped up to face her.

“I did,” Y/N said slowly, dragging the words out.

Steve raised an eyebrow folding the newspaper in front of him. “And?” He pressed; his hands folded on top of the printed paper.

Y/N eyed him for a moment, her tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth. “I’ve decided to take another direction.” Steve shook his head, his pink lips parted. Y/N could taste the argument on his lips so she beat him to it. “You’re demoted, Steve.” The bewildered look on his face almost made her take it back, almost.

“You’re not serious, Y/N.”

The way he said it made her jaw tick. It was a statement rather than a question. As if she wasn’t capable of being serious. As if he didn’t take her seriously. He was the child, not her. Pressing her palms into the marble countertop, she leaned forward. “You may have been right yesterday but what you did was childish. You may have Bucky’s best interest at heart and be Bucky’s best right-hand man, but you are not mine.” Steve opened his mouth again, but Y/N held up a hand. “I get it, Steve, really, I do. Bucky is your friend. It was you picking up the pieces when I moved out but that doesn’t excuse your methods with me. I love you Stevie, but I need someone who is going to be upfront with me and not play these games you and Bucky orchestrated. I need my best right-hand man, not Bucky’s.”

The stool screeched against the tile floor as Steve stood. “You’re making a mistake, Y/N. Bucky will be out soon and when he is, he will undo everything you change.”

Sipping her coffee mug, Y/N smiled. “Then it is my mistake to make. If I fail, you win. Enjoy this demotion. Take a break, go on vacation.”

“Lives are at risk Y/N, it is not the time to experiment,” Steve growled.

“Then Bucky wouldn’t have appointed me.” Y/N picked up her mug ready to exit the kitchen. “Effective immediately, Bucky will report to me.” Exiting the kitchen, the conversation was dismissed.

A nagging feeling in the back of her mind warned her she was making a mistake. That she should listen to Steve. He was in the business longer, he knew better. Y/N shook the feeling away, her feet carrying her across the house in search of her right-hand man. Bucky trusted her. She knew the enemy better than any of Bucky’s men. She hadn’t made her decision on a whim; Loki knew where Bucky was and was expecting Steve to take over. It was the logical thing to do.

“Hey Y/N, where are you off to in such a hurry?”

Y/N smiled at the familiar voice. Exactly who she was looking for. “Hey, Sam. I was going to head to the prison, but I wanted to get your opinion on something first.”

Sam crossed his arms across his chest. “Shoot.”

“How would you feel about a promotion?”

Strumming her nails against the cold metal table, Y/N counted down the seconds the inmates would stroll through the door. Bucky was finally able to receive in-person visits. Her chest tightened at the thought of finally feeling his hand in hers, his arms wrapped around her, his lips against her own. Being so close yet so far was torture but she wasn’t here for Bucky. At least not yet.

Sam sat at a separate table a few feet beside her. He was just as eager to see his boss, his friend, but he had mastered controlling his emotions. Sam had been in the business for years. Prison wasn’t anything new to him. He visited plenty of people, even he mentored some of them before he joined Bucky. Sam was no stranger to visiting friends in prison, but visiting Bucky in prison was new. Steve had been Bucky’s primary contact since his arrest. How would he take Y/N cutting Steve off of him? Sam’s mind swirled with a million possibilities of the kind of man that would walk through the door. Would he still be the boss he knew or worse? The answer was neither.

A buzz rang out alerting the visitors of the arrival of the inmates before the door opened. Each visitor rose from their chair in unison fighting to make their presence known in the same way one would when picking up an individual from an airport. A sea of orange piled into the room followed by the rattle of handcuffs. Despite the matching uniforms, one person stood out amongst the rest. Bucky. His 6-foot frame towered over the other men. The white sling across his chest stuck out like a sore thumb.

Sam couldn’t help but scoff at Bucky’s appearance. Steve had told him Bucky was doing well but Sam had expected him to look rougher. A wolf in sheep's clothing; a true chameleon. Bucky was able to blend in anywhere, prison was no exception.

Bucky shuffled into the gray room one foot in front of the other. His shoulders squared as much as he could with his injury. The entire prison was dull, including the visitor room. It made sense considering the prisoners were dressed in one of the loudest colors imaginable. It made it easy for the guards to keep track of everyone. Bucky was shocked to have received a request for a visit from Sam. Steve would have at least mentioned it to Bucky the last time they spoke.

Bucky came to a standstill as the men in front of him stopped. Waiting for his turn to be guided to a table, Bucky held his head high, scanning the room for Sam. Given his height, he was able to see over everyone, easily spotting Sam. Feeling another set of eyes on him, Bucky’s eyes drifted around the room. It was possible Loki had sent someone reckless to take him out with guards around. He wouldn’t put it past him. Bucky would rather overestimate the man and be prepared rather than underestimate him and be dead.

During his scan, Bucky did a double take, his eyes landing on Y/N. Curiosity ate away at Bucky between Sam’s visit and Y/N being here. He wasn’t expecting her; she hadn’t requested a visit with him.

Y/N held Bucky’s intense gaze. She could tell he was confused, his eyes pleading for answers, but she would let Sam handle that. She had a more important task at hand. She saw Bucky’s jaw clench before a shadow towered over her.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” a cheerful voice called out, pulling her eyes from Bucky.

Y/N turned to the man beside her, uncuffed with his arms outstretched for a hug. His soft green eyes stared at her like a lost puppy, and she couldn’t help chuckle as she embraced him. “Scott Lang. It’s been a while.”

The brunette’s chest rumbled beneath the orange fabric as he pulled away. Motioning to the steel chair Y/N had been previously sitting in, Scott invited her to join him at the table which Y/N gladly accepted.

“So, what brings you to my neck of the woods? Sorry, I didn’t know you were coming sooner, I would have spruced the place up a bit,” Scott joked.

Y/N had met Scott on a trip to California after her split from Bucky. He too had been recently divorced. Unlike Y/N and Bucky, Scott and his ex-wife had a daughter, Cassandra, so they were in frequent contact. Y/N had wondered if she and Bucky had a child would they have been as civil as Scott and his ex-wife? Maybe they would have worked it out and wouldn’t have divorced at all. Maybe they never would have lost contact.

Y/N laughed, ignoring Bucky’s glare as he passed her. She forgot how goofy Scott was. He always made his daughter laugh. He was a good dad. Unfortunately, his career choice kept him from her. A regret he kicked himself over time and time again; however, no matter how illegal, it did support her. That was all he wanted to do, provide for his daughter. Y/N’s heart went out to the troubled little family. She couldn’t imagine having a child with Bucky while he was in and out of prison.

“You’re a long way from San Diego. Had I known you were here I would have come to visit sooner,” Y/N smiled softly.

Scott shrugged, “Judge thought a change of scenery would do me good. Little does he know; he just gave me access to more connections.”

Y/N hummed. That was the exact reason she came to visit him. Scott was an extremely personable guy, and he knew everyone in the wrong business. “Actually Scott, that is what I came to talk to you about.”

Scott clasped his hands together on the metal table, leaning forward. “I’m all ears.”

Clearing her throat, Y/N whispered, “I need to track someone down by the name of Thor and I need it to be done as discreetly as possible.”

Scott slammed his hand on top of the table, the bang ringing around the room. Everyone’s eyes shot to the pair. Realizing his mistake, Scott held his hands up at the guards who began to approach the table. Scott began to fumble over his words explaining he wasn’t being violent, but Y/N tuned him out. Staring at Bucky who kept his murderous glare locked on Scott, Y/N turned to Sam who looked equally as furious.

“Ma’am,” a guard called, snapping his fingers in her face.

Y/N jumped, tilting her head back to face the guard.

“Are you okay?”

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Y/N nodded. “We’re fine.”

“Keep it down over here.” The guard eyed the two of them for a moment before turning on his heel.

Once the guard disappeared, Y/N waved a hand at Sam dismissing him. Then she reached across the table and flicked Scott in the forearm.

“Ouch,” he began rubbing his arm, “What was that for.”

“For causing a scene. What part of discrete did you not understand? Isn’t discretion part of your job?”

Scott gestured around the room. “I never said I was good at it.” Clearly or he wouldn’t have been caught several times. “Anyway, you’re looking for Odinson?”

Y/N nodded leaning back in her chair.

A dopey grin graced his face, “Well, you’re hot.”

Y/N’s eyebrows raised, “Excuse me?”

“The hot and cold game. Me and Cassie play it all the time.” When Y/N didn’t respond, Scott waved his hand. “Forget it.” He leaned closer, “Thor is here.”

Eyes widening, Y/N pressed her palms against the edge of the table steadying herself. “In the prison?!”

Scott nodded, “Apparently royalty isn’t above the law. At least not overseas anyway. Boozie one he is.” He began to mimic a drunken man passed out.

“Well, can I meet with him?”

The man tilted his head pursing his lips. “Thor is in solitary confinement for fighting the guards.” Y/N frowned. Her plan had been a dead end. Steve was right. She should have listened to him. “But I know a guy who can get a message to him when he gets out.” Scott offered. Y/N perked up nodding enthusiastically. Scott jerked his head to his left. “They frequent the same circle. He could get the message to Odinson.” Y/N followed the direction his head pointed and snorted. Bucky.

“He’s a cool guy. I think you’d like ‘em.”

Y/N held back a laugh at the irony as she glanced down at her ring. “Thanks, Scott. Can I give Cassie a message?”

“Actually, just send her one of those creepy dolls she likes so much. She’ll know it’s from me.”

Y/N rolled her eyes before squeezing his hand. “Will do. Thanks, Lang.”

Scott raised his hand signaling the end of their conversation. In a matter of seconds, he was escorted out of the room leaving Y/N alone at the table with her thoughts. In chess, the king wasn’t useless, he could still take pieces out and make moves. He was just limited, like Bucky. It was his turn to make a move.

Y/N stood, approaching Sam and Bucky. Without a word, Sam rose from his seat sending Bucky a nod before moving to stand to talk with one of the guards. Y/N was grateful that he chatted with the guards to avoid them making a fuss over her and Bucky not having an appointment.

Bucky would have stood and waited for her to sit if it wouldn’t draw attention to them. He yearned to hold her in his arms but that wasn’t going to happen, at least not now. Instead, he let his eyes shamelessly roam her face and body. Y/N blushed under his gaze and didn’t hesitate to grasp his open palm, outstretched on the table. Bucky squeezed her hand, his eyes admiring the ring on her finger.

“You got the ring,” he observed. Y/N hummed in response. Bringing her hand up to his mouth, his lips grazed the back of her hand. “I can’t wait to get out of here so I can fuck you wearing only this,” he growled, pressing his lips against her knuckle.

“Bucky,” Y/N gasped.

He sent her a sly grin adjusting the ring on her finger. He knew just what to say to make her squirm. “Sam told me you’ve been making some big changes. Good to know you haven’t changed that much.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes, “Why didn’t you tell me what you had planned?” 

Bucky didn’t need her to elaborate on what she meant. He knew she was talking about putting her in charge. For a long moment, he said nothing, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. Y/N tightened her grip on his hand, reminding him of the question he had yet to answer.

Bucky exhaled, thumbing the ring on her finger. “I told you the conversations on the phone were recorded.”

Y/N bobbed her head, “We’re not on the phone now Buck. You promised to be honest with me, to let me in.”

His left shoulder slumped. “Steve and I speak in code sometimes. Makes situations like this and speaking in front of enemies easier. We’ve known each other so long that some things don’t need to be said out loud. Sometimes a look is enough.”

Y/N felt a pang of jealousy strike her heart like lightning. Bucky had always been close with Steve. They shared a bond that not even Bucky and Y/N had. Her ex-husband never let her fully in and it was the downfall of their marriage.

“You asked for my protection. Steve and I agreed that wouldn’t change no matter what, but I had to make sure you were all in before I handed you the keys to the castle.” His thumb stilled on the diamond. “Steve is mean sweetheart because I asked him to be. Not with words but I know he understood. He knows it would kill me if something happened to you. Hell,” he huffed, “it nearly killed me the first time. I already lost you once, I can’t do it again.”

Y/N frowned, “That doesn’t excuse the childish games you two play. This is why I demoted Steve. He’s not loyal to the mob, he's loyal to you.”

Bucky removed his hand from hers to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “Oh, pretty girl, you don’t get how truly important you are.”

“Steve suggested we use the wedding as bait.”

Bucky leaned back in his seat. “What do you think?”

Y/N shook her head. “I met with Scott to discuss an alternative route.” Buck nodded, glad to have some light shown on why Y/N had been talking to Lang. “He said you run with the same crowd as Thor. He’s Loki’s stepbrother.” Bucky’s eyes widened. “I need you to talk to him. Tell him I sent you. Tell him the whole story if you have to. We need him on our side.”

Bucky stared at her as if she was crazy. “The guy isn’t stable Y/N. He lost his eye in a fight. He’s in solitary confinement. The guy could snap if he learns that his brother has a hit list on us. He could kill me.”

Y/N chuckled. “Don’t tell me New York’s big bad mob boss is afraid of a big oaf. Thor is nothing like Loki. He’s a good guy. He wants to help Loki.”

Ignoring her comment, Bucky pressed, “And what do I tell him when he asks how we're going to help him? I don’t think he’ll take well to us planning to kill his brother.”

Glancing around the room for anyone listening, Y/N leaned forward hissing, “We are not killing him.”

Bucky winked, “Got it.”

“I’m serious, Bucky. If we can get Thor to help us, we can lure Loki out and Thor can take Loki home to get help.”

“And if he refuses? If he gets away?”

“I need you to trust me. I know this family better than anyone else on our side.”

Bucky signed. “Should I be worried about the number of men you know that are sitting in prison?”

“You’re in prison,” Y/N pointed out.

The brunette nodded, running his fingers through his beard. “I trust you.”

“Good, because you report to me now. Not Steve, not Sam, not Peter. Me.”

Bucky groaned, “Careful darling, keep talking like that and I might not be able to wait until I get out of here.”

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[her-reidiance]

I'm high and extremely emotional about Livinia Falcone (Penance) being the such a great complement and contrast to Margaret Nearl. It's like... so apparent. It had to be intentional or it's just a genius coincidence. This'll be long because I ramble, but please bear with me.

Like, first off,

I mean, you have the obvious white-black contrast in their outfits. You also have the contrast in their weapons, a nimble swordspear and a heavy hammer OF JUSTICE (and it might be cheating to mention that Nearl has long hair and Penance has short hair) (EDIT: I forgot her braid sorry), but then, then! You have the compliments! The glowing dagger in Nearl's hand, the codex in Penance's.

You also have like, the way their backstories complement each other in certain ways. Nearl was a competition knight, a hero to the masses and a symbol of safety and hope that was ultimately controlled by the interests of the bureaucracy. She was forced to leave her hometown, and live in the wilderness. Penance, on the other hand, is a judge. An enforcer of the law that supposedly keeps the people safe but was actually in the pocket of the Bellone famiglie. Despite doing everything she could, to believe in justice and try to uphold the law, she was shackled by her limitations especially to mafia affairs, even if she wasnt as tightly leashed by the Bellones and allowed to give guilty sentences sometimes. Both women were basically pawns to the powers that be in their countries, and it was an open secret that they weren't much more than that.

Where they differ is their outlook. Nearl's family motto, "Fear neither hardship nor darkness" lives through Margaret most visibly. She says it often, and she exemplifies what a platonic ideal of a knight would act like. She's noble, courageous, kind, she fights for what's right. She is uncompromising in her values but not close minded. It's beautiful and inspiring to see.

Penance is not so lucky. She's disillusioned. She has hope but it's faint and tricky. By the end of Il Siracusano she's ready to leave Siracusa behind and try to atone for her past inadequacy (hence her Operator name). She is a woman with honor that had to be compromised. She drinks, and apparently to blackout sometimes. Her codex, the toke of law she values so much, is literally bound in thorny vines and can in fact prick her. She's an idealist who had those ideals challenged, and while she didn't break, she did bend, and she has yet to recover.

Penance is the Tarnished Knight; a weapon of justice that was misused and as a result her faith in justice shaken, the hope that Don Bellone gave her in his final act a tenuous one and one that fosters complicated emotions. She fights for what's right, what's truly right this time, but she may never feel like she's cleansed herself of her previous wrongs. She fights for what she hopes is the right thing, for something to believe in. It's a realistic goal. She is beautifully tragic in that sense.

Nearl is the Radiant Knight; a symbol of hope that was discarded by her country and as a result found firm footing in her faith in the wilderness. She fights for what's right, affirmed in her beliefs by the Followers, by Rhodes Island. She fights for a better tomorrow, a very idealistic and optimistic outlook. It makes her all the more impossibly dazzling.

[rosie-zia]

Luca Kaneshiro x Reader

A/n: After being on hiatus for eight months, I decided to go back and write stories again. This fanfic is an inspiration from Luca Kaneshiro's cover of "Honeymoon Un, Deux, Trois." This is a very long one so I hope you enjoy! :^) Word count: 2.3k+

Luca Kaneshiro was famously known as the evil mafia boss around the city and in the streets. Most people fear Luca because of the stories they have heard about his crime syndicate, but only a few knew he was like every other married man with a wife behind the closed doors of his manor. His beloved spouse was none other than you, Y/n Kaneshiro.

Luca didn’t see himself getting married so soon; however, it all changed when his father laid eyes upon you. You were known as the daughter of an elite mafia boss hailing from another country. Naturally, Luca’s father thought it was a good opportunity to create a strong alliance between two powerful organizations. Thus, a pact was formed and an arranged marriage took place. Despite you and Luca being against this whole ordeal, you two had no other choice but to go through it, and the rest was history.  In the beginning of your marriage, it was awkward as you two tried to adjust in spite of the pressure since you and Luca perceived marriage only as business and not as love. If needed, both of you would do your best to present yourselves as husband and wife in front of other mafias at every gathering and every meeting. When you and Luca fully adapted in the ways of matrimonial life, you two ended up catching feelings but were just too scared to tell the other. 

Luca saw you as nothing but a simple woman who has been involved with the dark side of the law, but his eyes were slowly opened and realized there was more to you. He highly thinks of you as a sweet lovely lady with kindness and beauty unlike any other. Your simplicity and grace immediately caught his attention that made him fall for you so hard that he feels he lost his breath every time he sees your bright smile. The blonde man doesn’t know how to express his love, so he only does it in which way he knows best: giving you materialistic things.  Ever since you married Luca, he often showered you with luxurious gifts that filled your entire room. From small trinkets, expensive clothing, and everything in between. As the recipient of his gifts, you were slightly overwhelmed how your husband provides you such an extravagant lifestyle. It felt like a one-sided marriage for you, so you did your best to be an obedient wife that takes care of the house and his needs while also involving yourself in the mafia business. Even though your marriage with Luca was mostly a smooth sailing, there had been some disputes that happened between you two. Lately, you have gotten yourselves in a heated argument with Luca, and it has been bugging you ever since.

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*Flashback*  “Luca, please let me know if you are in a bad condition from your missions. Don't try and hide it from me.” You and Luca are in the bathroom as you tried to tend his wounds carefully with bandages and ointments. He just returned home from another mission and unfortunately got hurt. The blonde man tried to ignore the pain and hide it from you but failed to do so as you caught him red-handed from the moment he stepped into the house.  “You don’t have to worry about me, Y/n. I’ll be fine.”  “But you are hurt right now, Luca. I worry about you sometimes… you should not let yourself get hurt like this.”  Every night, you mostly worry about him whenever he takes dangerous missions in the Kaneshiro mafia to the point you would always pray he will come back safe and sound. Although you sounded genuinely concerned about him, something about it irritated Luca into thinking you didn’t trust him enough to do his work “I said I’ll be fine, Y/n. Geez, you’re making me sound like I’m just a kid. You have no idea on what it is like to be in my position. Just mind your business will you?”  This led you two to argue for thirty minutes straight until he had enough and walked out. He may have looked irritated but deep inside, he felt like he hurt you. He ended up realizing that you were just looking out for him, but it was too late to take everything back. In that moment, he knew he had to make things right before it was too late.

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After thinking about the events that happened that night, you were immediately snapped back to reality as one of Luca's men laid a ball gown with other fancy accessories that complimented the dress. "Greetings, Mrs. Kaneshiro. I was given an order from the boss to deliver his present to you. He wants to be present for the ball this evening. It will start in a few hours, and Mr. Kaneshiro will be escorting you to the party."

His bodyguard bowed down in respect and walked out the room to leave you alone to prepare for the ballroom party that will be hosted by Luca himself. You have no idea what is the special occasion celebrated in this event, but you assumed it was just a simple gathering to get more influential connections in the mafia.

You don't feel like going to that party, but Luca's small lion cub, Augustus, helps you raise up your spirits as he lets out small growls.

"You're so lucky that you don't have to attend a party with so many people. I wish I could just stay with you in bed."

You gently pet Augustus in which he gives out one of his toothy smiles. You knew very well that not showing up at the party is clearly not an option. Not wasting anymore time, you started your makeup routine to look good for the party. You're just hoping for the best that you will survive at the end of the day.

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You and Luca arrived at the ballroom before the event started as you two waited for the guests to arrive and made sure everything was in order. As always, you two will put up a face as a married couple in front of all the mafias who will be attending this gathering. One by one, you both greeted all of the guests with a smile on your faces while linking arms with each other. It may look like you and Luca are the perfect married couple and yet you both still did not resolve the argument that happened yesterday. You sighed to yourself and let Luca properly welcome the guests in his honor. When all of the guests had arrived, Luca clinked his glass to get everyone's attention. "Good evening, dear friends and loved ones, and thank you for attending tonight's ball here in my manor. I just want to celebrate a very special occasion that is very important to me. I do hope you all enjoy this night. May the party commence!"

As Luca finished his speech, all of the mafias and other guests talked away and enjoyed the party in their own ways. The gathering felt lively under the bright lights of the chandeliers in the ballroom. With the lively aura in the party, you're still confused on the special event Luca failed to specifically mention. You stayed beside Luca as he conversed with other mafia bosses until you felt like you're out of place. You excused yourself from Luca, and went somewhere else to get a breather and away from the crowd. The party was still going, and Luca can't help but steal glances once in a while to see how you are doing. He sees you by the balcony being alone by yourself with a glass of champagne in your hand. Luca knew how you can't deal with handling big crowds like this, but something about you was different from the way you look. He may be oblivious to most things but his thoughts went back to yesterday's fight, and he takes the blame for not considering your feelings.

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After hours of dancing and drinking among the guests, the guests waved goodbye to you two and went to their respective homes. Finally, all of the guests have left, and you went back inside to close the lights in the ballroom and call it a night. The grand mechanized clock chimes to let you know it was quarter to midnight, giving you the signal to close the ballroom doors. Before you even got the chance to do so, you heard the orchestra on your left begin to play their instruments, producing an enchanting-like melody. You were about to stop them but you caught something from the corner of your eyes. Lo and behold, it was your husband by the grand staircase in all of his glory.

The heels of his shoes clicked as he made his way towards you. Something about him right now feels different than he usually carries himself. His lavender eyes seem more gentle, his outfit exactly matches the gold accents of your dress, and his overall appearance was much more dazzling compared to what he looked like during the party earlier.

Luca bowed slightly and brought the back of your hand against his lips to give it a small kiss which made you a bit flustered by the gesture. He uttered a few words that made you caught in a trance from how his voice dripped like honey.

"My dearest and beloved wife, shall we dance?"

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Before you can properly process his words, Luca gently grabs you by the waist and sways you along with the music, taking the lead between you two. You let his fingers entwine with yours, and his hand fitted perfectly, letting your bodies become one. Under the dim lights in the ballroom, his features radiated perfectly, capturing the essence of the mafia boss before you. He also starts to sing along with the instrumental playing in the background in a foreign language you've never heard him speak before.

You may not understand most of the words he's singing, but you felt addicted to his voice like he was casting you under a deep spell you cannot ever break free from. It felt like a fairytale as he pulls you in twists and turns, also letting you have your way in the waltz of love. Every step you both took, you both were in sync with the song he's singing.

Never in your dreams he would act genuinely romantic towards you. This was the side of Luca you thought you would never witness, and here you are dancing with your husband in this empty ballroom. The moonlight illuminates the golden hues of the marble tiles beneath you two which makes it the perfect night for lovers exactly like you and Luca.

As he finishes up his song, he romantically dips you, and then pulls you back up. You wished it lasted longer, but you redirected your attention to Luca once more when you felt his fingers caress your hair to the side of your face.

"Y/n, I just want to apologize for last night. I'm sorry for being a jerk and not considering your feelings. I should have let you know that I took dangerous missions like these in the mafia. Could you forgive me?"

He says as he looks at you directly with tears in his eyes that are threatening to spill in a moment. With a sigh, you managed to forgive him.

"Alright, I forgive you, Luca. If you're hurt, please let me tend to your wounds after your mission, is that clear?

"Yes, I promise, Y/n..."

You both laugh while basking in each other's presence. It didn't take long before your laughter became silence... and silence became awkwardness. You knew you had to do something, so after debating with yourself, you decided to break the silence between you two.

"T-thank you for the lovely dance this evening. I still don't get why you hosted a party without any special occasion."

Up until now, you still don't know what the celebration was all about, to which Luca only replied with a smile on his face.

"It's our first wedding anniversary, Y/n. I thought I could celebrate it with you."

Hearing Luca's response made you so embarrassed and flushed that you forgot it has been one year ever since you married Luca. Now it was your turn to apologize to him.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Luca. I didn't know it was today. I have completely forgot about it, I-"

Your husband just chuckled and placed a finger on your lips, shushing you and stopping you from rambling such nonsense.

"It's alright. I know you don't see our marriage in a romantic sense but I wanted to tell you that I love you. I'm glad that I have you as my lovely wife."

He then proceeds to cup your face with his hand and pulls you by the waist with his other arm as he plants a chaste kiss on your lips. When you two pulled away, you ended up confessing how much you love him as well.

"I love you too, Luca. I'm also glad that I married you. You will always have my heart."

At that moment, you felt your hearts have become one. From this day forward, the marriage you have with Luca has gotten stronger from just business to pure and unadulterated love. Feeling so many positive emotions all at once, you just held him close to you just savoring this moment.

"Shall we dance the night away one more time, my lady?"

"Yes, Luca, we shall."

The grand clock chimed once more, telling you both it has struck midnight, but you just stayed there with the prince of your dreams without a care in the world and living the fairytale you truly deserve.

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A/n: Thank you so much for reading this fanfic, and yes, I do Luxiem fanfics and possibly other Nijisanji members. I'm trying to explore and write more characters. If you liked this one, I might probably write more in the future, but it might take a while since I'm busy with school and other things. If you wish to chat me and give me some ideas for future fanfics like this, I would gladly accept them. See you in the next fanfic! ^^ - Rosie Zia

[gabessquishytum]

all the werewolf and mafia asks have inspired me. so! Werewolf Mafia-ish, idea #1

Werewolves (and other supernatural creatures?) are known. Some cities have bigger werewolf populations than others and the rules are... different, there. Most regular laws still apply but the wolves are dangerous and they have their own rules and laws that everyone living in a werewolf controlled city has to follow. Follow the rules, and you'll be fine. Probably.

Hob is living in one of those places. Not by necessarily by choice, mind- Eleanor was a werewolf and so is Robyn and Hob figures Robyn is better off in a mostly-wolf city than a mostly-human one.

So he pushes through it, teaching during the week and tending bar on the weekends to try and put himself through grad school so he can give Robyn a better life (they were young parents- poor Hob is only 25 and raising a 5 year old on his own).

And then Hob meets Dream. More accurately, Dream (Endless, leader of his pack and ruler of this town) catches his scent and hunts him down. Dream has made his claim on him and between the wolf laws and Dream being who he is, Hob has no choice but to accept, if only for Robyn's sake.

Unfortunately for Hob (and fortunately for Dream), Hob has never even kissed another man, let alone fuck (or been fucked by) one; he's certainly never been knotted.

Luckily, Dream is a patient man. Or as patient as he can be- he wants Hob ready in a month so they can complete the claim under the full moon where it'll be at its strongest; a knot and a bite (not necessarily a turning, not if he doesn't want it) and Dream's own mark on him.

(Hob and Robyn move in with Dream when Dream promises they'll both be taken care of. Hob will get to focus on school and his son, and Robyn will get to be around other werewolves full time and get a brother in the form of 7 year old Orpheus.

At least Hob doesn't have to worry about him being unsupervised; now he can focus on his bi awakening in the form of Dream's touch and teachings <3)

OOO pack leader Dream AND claiming AND kinda arranged marriage!! I like it!!

Once Hob has moved into Dream’s place full time, he gets a full presentation with what to expect from mating a male werewolf. Dream brings in a Doctor to explain the biology, a were-sex and relationships coach to help Hob understand what it will really be like. It's going to be nothing like his life with Eleanor, and he's almost glad that he won't just be replacing his first love.

He's still nervous though. Dream has extremely high status, and Hob will have to contribute to pack life as his mate. He doesn't want to let Dream down. And Dream is also powerful physically. He tracked Hob down by scent alone, and he's stronger and faster than Hob is used to, even after Eleanor. Hob finds it so hard to relax, although he's accepted his new life. How can he be the mate that Dream obviously expects him to be?

Cue Dream trying to make Hob feel safe and comfortable in his new home and relationship. Hob comes home to find that Dream has made a nest for them the share, a big soft cocoon lined with soft things and comfort items. They awkwardly cuddle up and Hob realises that Dream’s scent is actually soothing him. He ends up falling asleep in Dream’s arms and wakes to find Robyn and Orpheus cuddled up too. At last, Hob feels a rush of love and warmth, like he doesn't want to be anywhere else in the world.

Of course there's the issue of... warming up to the mating. Its a major moment of self discovery for Hob. For the first time he practices penetration with a series of increasingly large toys, and... his body loves it. It's the most natural thing in the world. He stays up for hours in the night until he's cum dry and he's completely exhausted. It just feels too good to stop. Apparently, Dream is getting his own little knotslut as a mate. Lucky him.

The more he plays with himself and spends time with Dream, the more Hob wants. He practically begs Dream to fuck him but he won't, not until the appointed him. Hob has to make do with lots of kissing and touching and general shenanigans in the nest, but no knotting. Not yet.

He realises, by the time full moon comes around, that he's happy. Robyn is happy. Dream seems happy too, and doesn't seem to regret choosing Hob as a mate. Quite the opposite in fact. He can't keep his hands off Hob.

And when he howls Hob’s name out on their first knotting, the whole town will hear and know that their love is blossoming.

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August : 5

Summary : Y/n takes a much needed break and later confronts Gojo about his games. Utahime has many tricks up her sleeves and she is not afraid to use it.

Pairing : Gojo x y/n

Warning : Curse words, mature themes, MDNI.

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Previous : Masterlist

Gojo drove at a speed that was more dangerous than it was illegal, but who was going to stop him…Death? His hands shook as he gripped the wheel tighter. Tears made his vision blurry but he never lost sight of his destination. People assume a destination to be a place that can be pinpointed on a map, but destination is often a feeling. A feeling of being exactly where you’re supposed to be. 

For the past four hours, Gojo was suffocated in a room full of the most important people of the country, all of them gathered for him, to celebrate him, to congratulate him. But he felt suffocated. His silk tie, that lay on the steps of Gojo mansion now, felt a little too tight around his neck. Now here he was, windows down, messy hair, no tie around his neck, driving towards his destination.

The black Aston Martin Victor that came to a screeching halt woke up the dozing watchman of the Gyoen park. He jumped out of his seat and marched towards the car,squinting his eyes to get a better view. The white haired man that got out of the car without sparing the poor man a glance was about to walk past him but he grabbed his elbow. “Sir! You can't be here!”. The man in black suit that towered over him looked down. “I need to get in”.

“I can’t allow that sir. The park is closed. You can come tomorrow”.

Gojo yanked his arm out of the guard’s grip and took out his wallet. “Here!”. He said as he shoved wallet in the guard’s chest. “Take as much as you want. But I need to get in. I .. someone is waiting for me”. 

“But..there is..No one..”, The guard looked at the leather wallet stuffed with cash in his hand in confusion. What was this man talking about? Was he crazy? Was he with the mafia? Between accepting money and possibly angering a possible mafia, the guard chose the obvious. Though he was sure there was no one inside. 

Gojo ran through the walkways towards the lake like his life depended on it, and in a way it did. In his heart he knew it was too late. Way too late. He knew you’d be gone. He knew he messed up when he saw your message but he just had to come. Because maybe…just maybe..what if you had stayed back just to spite him? Just to curse at him? He didn’t care as long as you stayed back. But as he reached the path to the lake and saw an empty bench, his heart shattered. He walked over to the plush grass and fell to his knees. His hands clenched the blades of grass as he yelled..and yelled..and yelled. Soon the yelling turned to groans and groans turned to sobs and sobs turned to silence. His eyes remained focused on the lake in front. 

The vast lake that witnessed two hearts break remained calm on the surface. It wanted to tell the man at the shore how his love waited for him, how the yearning hopeful look in her eyes was replaced by blankness, but it remained quiet. It watched as the man broke down again and again but the lake remained quiet…

-X-

“Alright that’s enough”. Geto said as he took the crystal glass from Gojo’s hand.  Gojo was not a heavy drinker and Geto was not in the mood to take care of his drunk friend. “We need to clear our head and come up with a plan”.

Gojo hummed in response. “We have a strong base in Osaka already but Kyoto… that’s going to take time”. Gojo looked at the map in front of him. After his engagement with Utahime, He got the green signal to expand Gojo group’s base in Osaka. 

“Right, Kyoto..”. Geto spoke as he lit another cigarette. “That stingy father in law of yours won’t give it up..god knows why. Shouldn’t he let go of all material possession at his age?”. Geto asked, letting out a ring of smoke. 

“Oh he won’t. He knows that Utahime is not all that safe here and if I do anything to hurt her he could always give Kyoto to Zenin and then all hell would break loose. Why do you think my old man agreed to let her work with me?”. Gojo scoffed as he turned around in his seat and focused his attention on the laptop. 

“What about y/n?”. Geto asked, a smirk ghosting his face. 

Gojo looked up at him from behind his laptop. “What about her?”.

“Where does she fit in your masterplan?”. Geto ashed his stick and raised an eyebrow at his friend. “Are you going to convince her to get back with you? Is she going to marry that other guy?”.

Gojo leaned back in his chair. “No. I don’t know ..but she can’t marry the other guy. We’ll deal with him when the time comes”.

“If not that guy then maybe some other guy..you cannot ‘deal with’ every guy”. 

Gojo laughed. “Can’t I?’. He asked with a hint of evil behind his eyes.

Geto, got up laughing at his friend. “Well I gotta go. Shoko would be waiting for me”. He picked up his jacket and dusted ash off of it. 

“Tell her I said, Hi”. Gojo said as he threw a two finger salute. 

“Will do”.

-X-

You have been working with Utahime for almost a month now and things are starting to settle in. You didn’t see Gojo much after that day but there were always fresh flowers in your office. You knew whom they were from and yet you never questioned it. Utahime had changed though. She had mellowed down, even started dressing like you a little. You didn’t notice it at first but when Hiro pointed it out to you, you couldn’t ignore it. She never brought it up and you never questioned that either. Your plan was perfect, do the work and clock out. Don’t ask questions and stay away from Gojo Satoru.

You and Utahime had developed an unlikely friendship or at least that’s what you thought. You would work together for five hours a day, often having lunch together. You had started to hate her less, Hiro on the other hand had started to hate her more. 

But like in every plan, dealing with volatile variables is always a risk. In this case, Gojo Satoru was probably the most volatile variable person you had ever met. He would casually ignore you in passing, which you would never accept but pinched you, and yet there would always be these flowers on your desk. Why? Was this some sort of mindgame? So you decided to ignore him as well. You refused to spare him a glance even when he was in your eye sight.  Utahime, who was completely unaware of this game, was working on a plan of her own..

With the day almost ending, everyone was rushing to complete their work and get an early start on their weekend. You however had lost track of time and were fixated on completing this document for Utahime before you left the office. You didn’t hear the knock on the door the first time or the second time. So when the door opened to reveal a visibly shaken Utahimme Iori, you could only immediately rush to her and welcome her in.

“Are you okay? Do you feel sick?”. You inquired as you had her sit on the chair. When she didn’t say anything you walked over to your side of the table and picked up your phone. “Let me call Mr.Gojo”.

“No! Please no!”. You slowly put the phone down and stared at her in confusion. “What happened?”. You scanned her face and slowly approached her once again. “Utahime, What’s happening?”. You asked, sitting down next to her and turning your chair to face her. Utahime was fiddling with the ends of her cardigan and refused to look you in the eye. “I…I need your help”. 

You swallowed hard. What help could she want from you? Did she mess up at work? You reached for her hand and held it gently. “Hey, calm down okay? Whatever it is I am sure Mr.Gojo would understand”. You smiled hoping to calm her nerves. But Utahime shook her head.

“No..it’s not work. I..I think..I think I’m pregnant”. She said, looking down at her hands in her lap.

If one could hear heartbreak, the whole office would have heard a sound that could only be described as thousands of glass windows crashing at the same time. You hand that was holding hers’ fell limp in front of you.

If your vision had not been blurred by the tears lining your lash line you would have seen the slight smirk on her face. But you didn’t. You gulped hard and took a deep breath. “That’s..that’s good news right?”. You tried, you tried to sound excited and happy. But Utahime could hear your voice break just a little.

“But we are not married y/n..I don’t know what our parents would think! My family is really conservative and if they find out..I’d be forced to marry Gojo this year and I just..I just need more time to get to know him”. Utahime ranted as she wiped a non-existent tear from her eye.

“Ummm okay. What do we do?”. 

“Can you..please ..get me a pregnancy test?”. 

“Me?”. You asked, wide eyed. 

Utahime held both of your hands with hers’. “Please y/n. You’re the only one I can trust right now”. 

You didn’t know how to react. It is not everyday that you have to buy a pregnancy test for the fiance of the man you love.  

“Please..y/n”. Utahime Iori would rather die than plead to the low lives like you but looking at the hesitancy on your face she did. A small price to pay. 

“Okay. Stay here I’ll get it for you”.

Utahime nodded and watched you leave with your wallet.

As soon as Utahime was convinced that you were gone she got up from the chair and stretched her hands up in the air. It was hard to act but god, it was oh so easy to fool you. She straightened her shirt and walked over to Gojo’s cabin..

Gojo is never in a rush to get home and so even though he had no meetings or calls left for  the day, he chose to work in his office. There was always something to take care of, sometimes official, sometimes personal. But Gojo was never really “free”. Things had been quiet at home, Utahime had kept to herself and Gojo saw this as a win. But quiet does not always mean peaceful, for his mind was still planning…

He too didn’t hear the knock on his door and only when Utahime walked in without asking did he look up from behind his screen. 

“What do you want?”. He asked. Rather harshly but Utahime was used to it. 

“I need to talk to you”. She said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I’m busy”. He said and focused his attention back on his screen. 

“It’s about y/n”. Utahime said, her voice loud and clear with a hint of fake anger in it. Now Gojo was intrigued. 

“What about her?”. 

“She…she…”. Utahime pretended to be at a loss for words, but she had practiced it countless times in front of the mirror. 

“Utahime!”. Gojo warned.

“She just came into my cabin, almost in tears..”.

“What did you do?”. Gojo asked,eyebrows knitted in concern, closing his laptop. His words stung her but she kept her cool knowing she was about to hurt him ten times over. 

“She thinks that she might be pregnant”. 

Gojo Satoru forgot how to breathe at that moment.The air..sanity…rationality leaving his body. He blinked at his fiance. Y/n…you…were..”No way”. He said. Trying to convince himself rather than deny the fact.

“She has gone to the pharmacy to get tests and said she …she needed me to be with her as she was scared”.

“Why are you telling me this?”. His eyes were boring holes into her skull but Utahime continued the act. She scoffed and pulled herself a chair. “So that when she suddenly goes on a leave, you don’t suspect me of harassing her”. 

“Why should I believe you?”.

“Don’t believe me if you don’t want to..she will be returning soon. You can just ask her yourself. Just don’t blame me, okay?”. Utahime flashed him a pressed smile and walked out of his office.

Gojo leaned back in his chair staring at the door. Was this one of her plans or were you really pregnant? No matter how logical a person is, when it comes to someone they really love, logic takes a back seat and emotions take over the train of thoughts. 

Could it be Hiro’s? Has to be. His heart ached more than ever knowing that you had really moved on. You were gone. You were in love with someone else and now…now you were with a child..that wasn’t his. Any normal man would have been happy but Gojo is not any normal man..

You clenched the brown paper bag tightly. You had no reason to be nervous and yet you were sweating in the cool air of the building.Your eyes were burning with holding back tears since Utahime told you about her situation. The elevator was taking forever and each second passed like an hour. When the elevator bell dinged you took a deep breath but as soon as the doors opened your breath got caught in your throat. Inside the elevator was only one man. The man you have been trying to avoid. His blue eyes locked in yours. 

“Aren’t you getting in?”. Gojo asked in a stern voice, his eyes moving to the brown bag that you were trying to hide behind you. 

“I..I’ll take the next one”. You cursed at yourself for this pitiful excuse. 

“But there is no one else waiting, y/n. Get in”. 

You knew this was an order and you stepped inside the elevator. “Aren’t you getting out?”. You asked, looking at him as the door closed behind you. “No”. Was all he said. You turned around to face the door, moving the bag in front of you.

“Where did you go?”. Gojo asked, leaning against the metal wall. 

“Out”. You replied immediately.

“At this time?”. Gojo scoffed. 

“It’s only..6:45”.

“Shouldn’t you be getting off work?”

“I have things to take care of”.

“What’s in the bag?”.

“Medicines”.

“For whom?”.

“For me”. You lied, you had to. Utahime told you she didn’t want Gojo to find out yet and you couldn’t do that to her.

This was it, Gojo couldn’t bear it any longer. He reached forward and pressed the stop button causing the elevator to come to a halt. You almost lost your balance by the sudden jerk but Gojo grabbed your hand carrying the bag, trapping you between him and the wall.

“What are you doing?”. You asked, looking up at him with furrowed brows. Not waiting for an answer you reached for the help button but Gojo grabbed your other hand and pinned it above you. He took the paper bag from your hand and dangled it in front of your face. 

“What’s in this?” He asked again.

“I told you..it’s meds for myself”. 

His face was inches away from yours and you saw the tears lining his eyes. Did he cry? Did Utahime tell him everything? 

“Y/n..”. His voice broke and a tear escaped his eye and rolled down his left cheek. “Tell me the truth”.

You stared dumbfounded at him. What truth was he talking about? What was he expecting to hear from you? Before you could formulate a sentence Gojo let go of your hands and took a few steps back. He tore open the bag and three different pregnancy tests fell on the floor. 

“So it’s true”. Gojo chuckled looking at the tests on the floor as he wiped tears on the back of his hand. 

“Gojo..”. You gulped and took a step towards him, trying to calm him down.

“Why?!”. He yelled, his eyes demanding answers from you.

“Whose is it?”. Gojo knew that it had to be Hiro’s but he wanted to hear it from you. Your confusion only grew bigger, why was he asking that and what were you even supposed to answer? Was Utahime cheating on him and that’s why he was asking this? But still you knew you had no right to answer that question. “It’s not confirmed yet and if it is then you would know whose it..could be”.

“I don’t believe this”. Gojo sighed, leaning against the wall he took a deep breath to calm his nerves.

“I..Look I don’t..”. You didn’t know what to do. Was he crying because he was happy or because he didn’t want to have a kid?

“I know. Utahime told me everything”. Gojo looked up and smiled at you. A sad smile. He pressed the button again and the elevator started with a jerk. Gojo picked up the tests, took your hand in his’ and placed the tests in your hand. He remained quiet and when the door opened he walked away to his cabin. 

You were in a daze as you walked over to your cabin. What just happened? Should you tell it to Utahime or would it cause more problems? Why did your chest feel so tight? You wanted to be happy for Gojo that he is starting a new family but..you weren’t. Guilt enveloped you as you walked in your cabin and saw Utahime waiting for you.

“You’re here!”.

“Ummm..yeah. I got three ..just in case”. 

You stood outside the washroom of her cabin as Utahime took the tests. You couldn't stand, you couldn’t sit, you paced around nervously fidgeting with your necklace. You didn’t know what you wanted the result to be. Regardless of whatever it was, it was not like Gojo was going to come back to you. You sniffled as you took deep breaths  to calm your nerves. Thinking about what happened in the elevator you didn’t know if this was something Satoru wanted. 

After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened and Utahime looked at you with tears in her eyes.

“It’s positive”. She said in a shaking voice. You didn’t know whether to congratulate or comfort her so you stood there with a blank expression on your face. Only when you saw the smile of relief on Utahime’s face did you let out a sad smile of your own. Utahime groaned as she wiped her tears. 

“I was nervous for nothing. When you left I told Satoru about the scare and he was…he was so supportive y/n. I am so happy”. She said as she hugged you. You were frozen in your place. 

“Con…congratulations”.

-X-

Gojo’s overly organized study room now looked like it had been struck by a hurricane. His best friend stood leaning against the wall in a corner and watched his friend lose his mind. Gojo stood in the middle of all the wreckage, face fixed on the floor, hair all over the place, face covered in sheen of sweat and streaks of tears. He wanted to do more…wreck the wreckage and do it all over again but his limbs hurt now, his heart hurt too and his eyes stung. 

“Satoru”. Geto decided to step in, he had let Gojo do as he pleases but he couldn’t see him suffer anymore.

“Why?”. Gojo asked again, probably for the fifth or the hundredth time. “Why?!”. He yelled and fell on the carpeted floor. 

Geto sat down next to him on the floor. “It’s fine. This does not mean anything”. Ghetto tried to be rational, but oh did it mean everything to Gojo. Gojo chuckled and let his head fall back as he closed his eyes, and then he laughed. He laughed like a man who had lost his mind, and maybe he did. What pierced his heart was not the apparent child, it was the fact that you were with another man, that another man dared lay his hands on you, touch you, feel you in a way only he deserved to. He couldn't bear the image in his head, your eyes closed, mouth agape, breathless whispers and moans that were only reserved for him were not tainted with the name of another man. 

“I’m going to kill him”. Gojo declared with a smile on his face. Getoo’s heart skipped a beat for he knew that Gojo could in fact do it. 

One floor above Utahime smiled to herself as she heard the crashing noise from below. On any other day she would have been concerned but not today. She wanted this to happen, she wanted to push Gojo to the edge of insanity, she wanted him to be angry, for a raging bull sees no logic. She opened a bottle of red wine and poured herself a glass, standing in front of the mirror she toasted to herself and gulped down the entire glass. 

Sitting in a plush chair she thought to herself, there could be two outcomes. One, where Gojo would be repulsed by you and would probably sleep with her to get some sort of revenge, it’s a win for her. Two, Gojo might not end up in her bed but at least now he won’t end up in your..a win. She took a deep breath and reached for her phone on the nightstand..

Utahime : I did it.

N : Good.

Utahime : This better work

N : It will.

-X-

You clutched your chest tightly as you lay in a fetal position on the floor of your dingy apartment. You forgot for just long you have been crying for. It felt like the whole world was coming to an end and everyone except for you were prepared for it, everyone except for you were sheltered safe in their houses with their loved ones, everyone except you knew the exit to this hell hole, and you..you lay in the middle of the wreckage, exposed to the brutality and no one to shelter you and no place to call home. 

Every sliver of hope slipped through your fingers day by day and yet you wished like a fool. You hated and loved the man at the same time. You wanted to run away from him but run towards him at the same time. You wanted to accept fate and fight the gods for it at the same time. Why? You asked yourself, Why can’t you have the happiness others had? Did you not deserve it? Did you not deserve a sunny day after a storm? Then why after every storm there seems to be another one coming at you with twice the intensity? How many times must you break for the gods to pity you? Or had they forgotten about you just like he did.

You got up, with wobbling feet you made your way towards the table where you had discarded your bag. You stared down at it and pulled out the resignation letter you had carried everyday since the day they got engaged. Maybe tomorrow you will have the courage to walk away, what was left to stay for anyway? You pulled out the old black and white photo from your wallet and stared at it..The woman in the photo looked like you but it wasn’t you. She was glowing, she seemed happy and her smile..it was the brightest smile you had ever seen. You tried to stretch your lips to mimic that smile but it was impossible. The man whose hands wrapped around her waist had his head resting on her shoulder, his smile was different than hers’, while she smiled in joy he smiled in contentment.  Now you wondered if he ever smiled like that with her. In your depressed state you didn't notice that one of the photos was missing..

The walls of your apartment seemed to be closing in on you with each passing second and you just needed to get out. Unfortunately for you Hiro was out of the city for the next few days though he never really mentioned why. So you washed your face and slipped into blue jeans and white jumper. It was getting cold out and you decided to carry your jacket, just in case. 

Monet, the closest bar to your place, was not crowded at this time, which surprised you. As it was always full with people winding down after a long day at work. But tonight the crowd seemed bleak. Even the music they were playing was different from the usual one. You shrugged off the cold feeling and took your place on a bar stool. You were not there to talk to anyone, or even look for someone to take home, you just wanted to escape. 

Jerry, the bartender, knew you as he lived in the same apartment building. He offered you a courteous smile and asked, “regular?”.

“Yeah, slow night tonight?”. You asked him, looking around at an almost empty room.

“Not really. Some hot shot booked the entire bar tonight. You saw the bouncers at the entry?”. He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah. But they didn’t stop me”. 

“Probably cause they thought you were with the group”. 

You both chuckled and Jerry soon placed your drink in front of you and disappeared to the other side of the bar. You took a deep breath, feeling much lighter now, and took a sip of your drink. The cool air carried the smell of some expensive perfume and you looked over your shoulder to see a group of men in black suits sitting on the plush couch in the other end of the room, between the group of black suit clad men sat a man in white suit with blond hair. He looked young and yet his aura commanded the respect of everyone he crossed paths with. You sighed and focused your attention back to your drink. He was yelling something at a waitress and you rolled your eyes in annoyance. Another spoiled brat.

You could not shake off the image of Gojo crying in the elevator. He was clearly angry and upset but why? If he loved her enough to agree to marry her and was clearly attracted to her then why was he upset? Because of his family? Or her family? Or both? Would they rush the wedding now? Do you even want to be present when they make that announcement? Will he invite you? Or will she?

���Hi”. You were snapped out of your thoughts by the man who was leaning to your right, scanning you with his cat-like eyes. His voice was smooth and his white suit was in impeccable condition.

“Hi”. You said sheepishly and took another sip from your drink.

“What are you doing here?”. He asked. 

“Ummm I’m sorry I didn’t know that this was a private event and…the guard didn’t stop me either so I thought I might as well have a drink. I’m sorry if I am interrupting”. 

The man chuckled and shook his head. He sat on the bar stool next to yours and raised his finger for another drink. “A beautiful woman like you should not apologize, and no you are not interrupting anything darling”. 

You chewed on your bottom lip. The nickname left a bitter taste in your mouth.

“What’s your name”. The man asked, looking at you through the mirror behind the counter. He chuckled again. “Don’t worry. I am not trying anything on you. Got bored of the meeting and boardroom talk and you seem …not boring to me”.

“I am Rika”. You gave a fake name for your safety, smiling a little. It seemed good to talk to someone who didn’t know about your misfortunes because now you could be anything you wanted to be and yet you knew you had to be careful. 

“Nice to meet you Rika. You can call me…N”. 

You chuckled, “That’s an interesting name”.

“What is a woman like you doing all alone at this time of the night?”

“Getting a drink”.

“Let’s play a game Rika, I guess your story and you guess mine, how does that sound?”.

“Sounds good”. You said smiling and turned your stool a little to face him and he did the same. 

“Alright..you are clearly a beautiful woman and yet you are here. You sat alone and that tells me you weren’t looking for a man either.Your eyes are puffy so that tells me you have been crying for a very long time .So…a heartbreak? Perhaps the person you love is in love with someone else.You look pale…almost weak so I have to guess that you live alone. You almost rolled your eyes at me so maybe the guy that broke your heart is a rich snob”. N spoke without breaking eye contact and it made you wonder, were you that predictable?

You laughed nervously and took another sip of your drink. It was your turn now and you examined him. You were not too good at reading people but you had a strong intuition. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and his eyes followed your move. 

“Okay. You are clearly where you want to be, this place I mean. Your clothes are too expensive for this side of the town and you booked an entire local bar to have a meeting? Men like you despise places like this and yet here you are so that tells me that you wanted to be here, perhaps you even suggested this place. You said that you were bored of the work talks but that’s not entirely true is it? You don’t hate work talk, you hate talking to people who you consider are beneath you in some way. In short…yes I don’t like rich snobs”. You gave him a pressed smile and got off the stool.

“You’re leaving already?”. N was puzzled. 

“Yes I am. If I want to talk to someone who thinks I am beneath them then I would just go to work. Thank you for letting me have my drink though”. With that you grabbed your bag and walked out of the bar without sparing him another glance. 

N let out a chuckle. “She's feisty! Gojo Satoru has taste. I’ll see you soon y/n l/n”. He said to himself as he watched you close the door behind you.

You took a week off work. You had to. You didn’t want to be in the office when everyone started congratulating the blessed couple and moreover Hiro was still not back and it was worrying you sick. You had texted him but he hadn’t replied which was quite strange of him but you shruged it off. You had set into a comfortable timetable. Your day started with going for a walk around the neighborhood, getting coffee on your way back, making breakfast, shower, cooking and then a sweet afternoon nap. You were less stressed and it made you wonder if this is how you were actually supposed to live your life. 

You sat on the floor with bills stacked neatly on the coffee table. You had two more down payments on the loan and then maybe you’ll start living the life you want to live. You sighed and took the last sip of your coffee.

-X-

It was the day you were getting back to work again. But you didn't feel drained. You didn't feel sad. You certainly didn't feel like the weight of the world was on your shoulder. You weren't happy either, you had accepted the fact that life had moved on while you were still sitting on the bench by the lake. But now you want to catch up to everyone. 

Looking in the mirror you smiled at yourself. You were positively glowing. Perhaps the break was necessary. It had been five days since you didn't go to work and surprisingly Utahime didn't call either. For that you wondered if she was being a good boss or she just didn't care about you enough. 

But Uthaime cared for you. Her plan had worked out perfectly and was beyond happy. Gojo spent less time in his study and though he didn't seek comfort in her arms he didn't push her away either when she wrapped her arms around him. It was a win. But she knew still water runs deep and Gojo had something going on, why else would he spend so much time with Geto? But she had a man in her corner too, who was just as powerful. 

Gojo on the other hand was counting days. He knew you would probably take some time off of work but he didn't know how much it would affect him. When the entire office had gone home for the day, Gojo would spend time in your office. It was the only place where he felt closer to you. Though it didn't smell like you after two days, he would often sneak around and find some note that you had scribbled, some page of a file that you had bookmarked, some line on the page you had underlined. All of it mattered to him but what mattered to him the most was what he found on his third night in your office. 

He had been sitting on your chair and going through the junk in your drawer when he dropped on your pens. He pushed the chair back and bent down to pick it but he noticed something else, something small, something black and white, caught between the carpet and foot of the table. He carefully removed the piece of paper and sat up straight to turn on the desk lamp. 

Gojo chuckled, then he smiled, then he let out a scoff and then he laughed, as he held the small square black and white photobooth photo of you and him. He was never going to give you up, he had made up his mind that even if you carried a child of another man the child was still a part of you and he would love it like it was his own but now …now as he held the photo, he knew. That all hope was not lost. That maybe…just maybe in some hidden corner of your heart you still had space for him.

-X-

Miwa had informed Gojo that today was the day you were returning to work. Like everyday he had arranged for fresh flowers to be placed in your cabin. He had designed his schedule meticulously to get to talk to you. He felt like a school boy who was seeing his crush after the summer vacation. Nonetheless he was looking forward to seeing you. 

When he saw you walk towards your office with a smile on your face he smiled too. You were positively glowing, you looked healthy too and it made him happy. He wanted to talk to you but now was not the time. There were other pressing matters to attend to. 

You were greeted with the same flowers and it made your heart skip a beat. Why? Why were they here? You took the flowers and kept them in a corner behind your chair so that they would be out of your sight. Gojo Satoru was really an enigma. Why is he sending you flowers now? You made it a point to talk to him about it. 

"You look well". Uthaime chirped as she entered your cabin. She was wearing her signature Chanel suit with court heels.

"Thank you". You said, straightening up. Utahime hummed and scanned the room, looking for a particular bouquet that her finance usually left for you. When she didn't see it her smile only grew. 

"Well I am so glad you're back! I felt so lost without you!". She said as she held your hands.

"Oh, you should have called me if it was urgent". 

"Oh no no. Nothing related to work, it's just that… after the whole …you know …the thing … I really missed having you around". Utahime tried her best to sound genuine. Why should she ever miss having you around? The past week has been her best week ever since she started working here. 

"Oh right. How are you feeling now?". You asked, chewing the inside of your lip.

"Much better. We went to the doctor and she just confirmed it. Satoru is being really supportive". 

"That's good". You gave her a pressed smile.

"Anyway, let's talk after lunch. It's good to have you back y/n". Utahime said and closed the door behind her. 

There was so much to do aside from work, You had to confront Gojo but before that you needed to talk to Miwa. So you grabbed your phone and made your way straight for her cubicle. 

Miwa wasn’t there in her chair, but you knew she was in the office given her navy blue cardigan hangin on the chair. You waited for a couple of minutes and were about to leave when you saw her heading your way.

“Y/n! I missed you”. She cheered loud enough for the whole room to hear and hugged you tightly. It felt good. 

“I missed you too. But it felt good to take some time off of work”. 

“You are glowing tho!”. He said as she canned your face. 

“Miwa..have you heard from Hiro?”. 

Miwa took a step back and looked at with a puzzled gaze. “No I haven’t. Last time I saw him was.. last monday I guess. Don’t you guys live in the building?”.

“We do but I haven’t seen him all week. His door is locked and he hasn’t really replied to any of my messages. Can you check if he has taken an extended leave?”. 

Looking at how concerned you were, Miwa agreed easily. she sat down in her chair and typed away his details in the portal to check. Perks of being CEo’s secretary was that she had access to everyone's record in the company.

“Yeah, it looks like he has taken a leave for two weeks. So I guess he should be back by this Friday”. 

You sighed in relief. Though you didn’t know where he was and why he had taken a leave for two weeks but you knew when he’d be back. “Thank Miwa. I should get back to work now. Let’s meet for lunch”.

Miwas smiled and nodded and you left her to her work. 

There was an unsettling feeling but you brushed it off and decided to distract yourself with work. You saw Gojo in passing multiple times but ignored him. You decided to deal with him on your own terms. But how? How to approach him without Utahime noticing? It almost seemed impossible as you were sure she had her eyes on him. But the opportunity presented itself when you got a text. 

Gojo : We need to talk.

Y/n : Yes we do. 

Gojo : Rooftop. 6:00 PM.

Y/n : Ok.

You kept your phone away with shaky hands. What did he want to talk about? Was he going to ask you to quit so she won’t feel uncomfortable? Was he going to tell you that he was getting married? Overthinking got the best of you and you found yourself staring at the clock every five minutes. 6:00 PM could not come sooner.

Gojo wasn’t doing any better himself. He had expected you to refuse. What did you want to tell him? That you were pregnant? Were you going to quit? Were you going to ask him about Hiro? He rushed through every meeting and phone call. He had even asked Utahime to leave early and used dinner as an excuse. He can’t have her interfere with this. 

When the 6:00 PM rolled around you packed up and went to check up on Utahime. her cabin was empty and one of the staff told you that she left 20 minutes ago. You took a deep breath and made your way up to the rooftop with flowers in your hand.

When you walked through the door of the rooftop you found Gojo standing near the edge in his dark blue wool coat. Cold air enveloped you and blood rushed in your cheeks and nose. Gojo heard your footsteps and turned around to see you walking towards him with flowers in your hand. His lips stretched in a fond smile. 

“Hi, you look cold-”. He said with a smile as soon as you were step away from him.

“We need to stop this!”. You almost yelled.you were angry and he didn’t understand why. 

“What do you mean?” His calm expression was replaced by a confused one. He looked at the flowers that you shoved in his chest and grabbed them.

“This! this flower! You.. coming in my cabina and us almost…it’s..we just need to stop this now! You are starting a new life and …so am I..I guess and we can’t keep doing this and hurting people who love us!”. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you couldn’t even look in his eyes and decided to focus on your gaze to the city skyline behind him.

Gojo understood what you meant. It was only natural that you wanted him out of your life now that you had Hiro but how could he tell you that it was just impossible. He wished he could tell you everything but right now he couldn’t. Was this what you wanted to talk about? You wanted him gone for good? He failed to find words to reply to you and just stared at you. 

“Please say something”. You spoke again when he didn’t say anything. 

“I just..wanted to welcome you. I was told that you were sick and I wanted to send these to make you feel better”.

“Do you send flowers to every sick employee? I guess not. Then don’t send them to me either. I don’t need them! I don’t want them! I don’t need your sympathy!”.

“It’s not sympathy..no y/n. I just wanted to tell you that I lo-”.

“I fucking hate you Satoru. I never thought you would stoop so low”. You finally found the courage to look at him. At that moment you hated him. You hated him the most. 

Gojo’s world stopped at that moment. He had never seen you like this. You meant it. You hated him. He could feel everything and nothing in that moment. He felt the first snow of the year fall around him, he felt the bitterness of your words in his mouth, but he couldn’t feel his beating heart, he couldn’t feel the warm tears rolling down his cheeks. 

“How could you?”. That’s all he could say. How could you stand there and lie to him when you were the one who was starting a new life!

You scoffed at his audacity. “How could I? Seriously? I..Satoru I did everything. I tried to be the best girlfriend, I tried to be your support system…I tried to fit into your life.I tried to be someone you could be proud of and what did you do? YOU left me! I waited…god..I waited so long for you in that park and YOU didn’t show up! I accepted every excuse! Every apology! thinking that you will choose me in the end and you didn’t! Nothing I did was enough for you! and now…now that you have everything that you wanted you are toying with me! Why?! Is having a fiance not enough that you want a mistress too? can’t I at least get to hate you for that? Don’t I deserve to be loved like a..like a woman and not a mistress? I might not have a lot, fuck I don’t have anything but I have my dignity so please, please let me live with it”. 

Your words pierced his heart but he knew he deserved it. No one else in the entire city could talk to Gojo Satoru this way and could get away with their tongue intact but he couldn’t be mad at you. “Y/n, I didn't want to upset you. Things are complicated right now but believe me I will fix everything soon".

“But I want something simple! I want someone who would put me first. I am so tired of playing this invisible game”.

Gojo tried to cup your cheeks but you brushed his hands away. “Love, please. Listen to me-”.

“Don’t, Don’t call me that. Don’t play with me anymore. I lived for the hope of us but now I am tired. Nothing you could say would make me change my mind. Even if you leave her now I know that we..we just don’t belong together. I have accepted it and so should you. I am done Satoru”. You wiped your tears and turned to walk away but he held your hand, he held it so tenderly and when you looked at his tear stained face you wondered if you had been too harsh but it didn’t matter now. 

He couldn’t undo the past and you can’t take back your words. He couldn’t tell you what he wanted to tell you and you can’t find it in yourself to wish him luck for his future. Perhaps this was it. You pulled your hand and walked away. Gojo watched you walk away from him and cursed himself for not speaking up first. Had he spoken first he would have told you that he knew you were carrying Hiro’s child and he still loved you. He would have told you that he wanted to marry you and how badly he regretted everything . He would have gotten on his knees and begged for forgiveness but he stood there and watched you walk away with flowers in his hand. 

-X-

Utahime sat on the table reserved under Gojo’s name. She had gotten ready in her best dress and shoes and waited patiently for him. She was almost jumping with excitement in her seat but when minutes to hours her excitement faded and fear crept in. The server had an empathetic look on his face and she hated when people looked at her like that. 

“Ma’am. We got a message from Mr.Gojo. He said he is running late and will meet you at home, we have called your car and it’s waiting for you”.

Utahime nodded and offered a curt smile and walked out. 

Gojo walked into the warehouse, which was entirely quiet despite being surrounded by over 20 guards and a bruised prisoner inside.

“Did he say anything?”. Gojo asked one of his henchmen.“No sir”. 

Gojo nodded and removed his leather gloves , shoving them in the guard’s face. He made his way to his prisoner. The man was lying on the floor with his hands and legs tied, his face bruised up so badly that it was almost hard to recognize him. Gojo slapped him gently to wake him up and smiled when he saw his eyes flutter. 

“Hello Hiro”. 

-X-

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Secret...?

Trafalgar Law X fem!reader

Note: this might be a little angst so please bear with me?

Also, it's long. Might have more than 2 parts

(this is part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

The sun slowly starts to rise as it peaks through the blinds and shines against the captain's eyes causing him to stir awake.

Trafalgar Law soon groaned in annoyance as he reached at the window to close the blinds properly.

Once he does, he sighed remembered what just happened the night before. It made him smile at the sudden remembrance of such a thing...

He looks down and saw his soon to be wife sleeping on him, her neck clearly marked up and down with fading bite marks and hickeys.

It made law smile once more as he kissed the top of her head causing her to groan and wake up as well

"Good morning... Love..." She muttered as she looked up at him and smiled tiredly

"Good morning, keep sleeping, it's still a bit too early" he smiled and kissed her cheek

"Oh alright..." She laughed and went back to sleep.

A few moments passed by and the alarm clock rung 7 am causing the both of them to be forced to wake up, though (y/n) was still a bit sore, Law helped her around and eventually, they sat at the dining table, chatting away with coffees and a pleasant morning.

"Captaaaain!" Penguin and Shachi called making Law choke on his coffee

"What?!" Law yelled in annoyance as (y/n) laughed softly and wiped away the coffee that spilled from his mouth.

"Captain!" Shachi gasped, "we've got intel...!"

"What is it this time?" Law groaned

"Can you believe it? Our intel said that the biggest mafia hand in the world struck another nerve with the world government." Shachi laughed,

"Yeah, and how did they do that? They raised one of the biggest naval headquarters! They're insane for that...!" Penguin laughed

"It indeed took guts... Were they successful?" Law mumbled

"Of course they were, then if they didn't, it would be on the paper." Shachi scoffed

"I see... Then why not let's stay clear of these people for now... They're dangerous and very much powerful from what you just said." (Y/n) suggested as they nodded in agreement.

"Yeah... I heard the head was like... REALLY tall and very much scary..." Penguin shivered

"What, no one ever saw the head of the gang?" Law question.

Shachi shrugs, "people have seen the guy but due to his looks, he's quite unforgettable and yet people forget he's the head of the mafia."

(Y/n) merely hummed with a nod, "but I bet captain here could beat the guy easily if we're talking about looks, after all..." She laughed making the other two laugh and Law blush wildly

Later (in the evening)..

"Hey" Law called as he saw something at her side of the wardrobe as he was rearranging his to hide his now growing coin collection.

"Yeah?"

"Why do you have a riffle...?" Law muttered

"What rif-... Shit-" she immediately stood up and looked over to where he was looking, "ah...! I thought it was well hidden...!"

"What... Why do you have it though?" Law asked as she sighed and hid the riffle

"It's for emergencies... You know?" She laughed

Though it made Law suspicious, he brushed it off as an emergency thing.

Better safe than sorry, right?

But the thing is... He never saw (y/n) use a gun... Let alone a rifle that big.

He just looked back at her as she was reading a book peacefully by the desk, he just shrugged and carried on.

Then, a box came into view, also on her side of the closet, he looked over his shoulder to see her still reading her book.

He knew it would be wrong to suspect his soon-to-be wife with accusations... But he can't help but wonder what this box was.

So he softly and quietly opened it to see unopened letters, all addressed to her.

All with the same name, "Farcia, Lucifer".

Some were oddly designed in blue and red with small cherries and blueberries while some were plain white with the words "I'm sorry, dear" in front.

He wants to know who this person is and why (y/n) hasn't opened the letters. Nor has she mentioned ay of them to him...

The next day, he sent Klione to search who the hell "Farcia, Lucifer" is...

Klione immediately knew who it was just by the last name, "Farcia", alone.

"That's the head leader of the Calix Amini gang. You know, the biggest gangs in the world?" Klione answered truthfully.

"H-head?!" Law couldn't believe his own ears.

(Y/n)? Be linked to the biggest gang in the world?? That sweet and gentle girl?? Be strongly connected to the most vicious and very dangerous, as well as powerful, gangs in the world?!

No one would believe such a thing...

Law just nodded before thanking Klione for his own intel and walked off.

He knew (y/n) would be busy today so he looked for the box once more and took an envelope out.

He knew it was bad, he knew it was... I don't know, invasion of privacy...?

But if he covered it right back like it used to, she wouldn't know, right?

Managing to open the envelope without ever having any sings of it being opened, it was just a paper filled with apologies, of course starting off with the natural "dear (y/n)," and ending with "love, Lucifer".

And in the body of said letter was just apologies begging her to come back to the gang, pleading... Some tear droplets here and there...

Law couldn't believe it himself.

Lucifer? The head of the strongest, most famous, most powerful gang in the world... Crying over just to make (y/n) come back... "Home"??

"She's been hiding something... Why would she...?" He muttered as he re-sealed the envelope and place it back in the box.

The whole day, he couldn't stop thinking about it.

(Y/n) noticed there was something on his mind, so she asked after they had settled in for the night.

"Hey..." She called, "is something wrong..? You seem... Troubled..."

"(Y/n). Be honest..." He muttered, looking down before taking a deep breath and looking at her, "did you... Have a different lover... In the past?"

She was taken back by this so she immediately shook her head, "no! Why would I...? You're my first and last boyfriend..." She smiled softly, "what... What made you think of that...?"

He sighed and forced a smile before kissing her, "I see... I was just... I just needed that validation..."

She just hummed but knew he was lying.

The next day, the sub had resurfaced at an island to restock, Law stayed in with Shachi, penguin, and Bepo (he forced them to) while the others go and collect supplies

"Captaaaain" Shachi whined, "let us oooout!"

"Captain...? Is... Something wrong?" Bepo asked, noticing Law's uncertain expression.

"Come to think of it, you weren't so... Lovely with (y/n)... Did something happen??" Penguin asked as Shachi hummed

Law sighed, "well..."

He explained the situation with them making them look at him in shock

"(Y/n)?! Connected to gangs?! No way! She's like... She's like an angel on earth! She would definitely never join a gang!" Bepo said

"I know... That's why... I think we need to investigate this further... I want to know if she's... If..." Law couldn't even say it without crying

"Cheating on you...?" Shachi filled before shaking his head, "she would never... We saw how much she loves you. I'm sure there's a good explanation for this"

"Then why didn't she tell me sooner? I... Does she not trust me? Does she think I'm weak...?" Law muttered

"Captain, no-"

"Then why?!"

"Law... Calm down... Don't cry..." Bepo softly said as he hugged Law

He didn't even realise he was already tearing up.

"We'll help you, captain... We want to know as well" penguin said with determination.

"I remember their base is stationed here. Law, want to go and sneak around the base tonight...?" Shachi suggested

"Tonight...? But what will I say to (y/n)?" Law muttered

"Just tell her it's just us catching up, I'm sure she'll allow you to." Shachi grinned.

"I... I'll try..."

Later that night...

"Hey... (Y/n)" he called as he wrapped his arms around her from behind

"Yeah...?" She hummed softly and kissing his cheek

"Me and the boys wanted to go out tonight...?" He asked

"Hmm? Oh, sure! You guys need the catching up too" she smiled, "do I need to wait up for you or...?"

"No need, baby..." He smiled and kissed her lips, "I love you"

"I love you too..."

Later...

"She agreed, come on" Law nodded as the three grinned and nodded as well.

They headed over to the outskirts of the town where they found out was their base, actually, this whole island was theirs, but they chose to build on this secluded part of the island, away from the people. At least they were considerate, right?

The four had decided to peer from the bushes and saw a big luxurious mansion, it wasn't too bright or anything but enough to give law the impression that the inside was dim lit. Making it easy for them to walk past the guards inside and, hopefully, reach the head leader's office.

"Wow... They sure are loaded." Shachi muttered

"I mean... They're the biggest mafia group, I bet even the biggest guild in the world wouldn't be matched to them... I wonder what it's like working for them..." Penguin muttered

"Look at their weapons, captain..." Bepo pointed out, the weapons are... All oddly designed, maybe the owners designed it themselves...

Some had been painted pink, glittery, and had hello kitty stickers despite the owner being a tough guy, while some were... Bloody, for a small person.

"Look at the diversity... It's like they're their own person..." Shachi comments, noticing how each may have a uniform but at the same time, it's like they love it and has a say in what it looks like.

"Let's go in... There" Law pointed at the back entrance, a single door and it wasn't guarded

"It should be locked, but hey, I'm not a locksmith for nothing." Penguin chuckled.

...

"Great, we're in..." Law mumbled, "woah... Look at this place..."

The place looked stunning in the dim lighting, it looked some what scary but it has a specific vibe to it that made it less scary and more explorable.

"Wowsers...!" Bepo gasped when he saw other things such as forms of art, even old weapons displayed...

"Look out, everyone... We don't want to get caught." Law hummed.

...

"That's... Odd... It's already 7 in the morning and the boys haven't arrived yet." (Y/n) said in a worried tone

"Yeah... Usually, they'd arrive by 3 or 4 am..." Klione muttered

"Something must've happened to them..." Jean Bart mentioned

"No. Don't say that... I'll... I'll try to look for them, if I haven't yet returned in at least 4 hours, you can come looking for us." (Y/n) smiled softly.

"Alright... But be careful" Ikkaku said in a hum.

(Y/n) nodded and went to their room to change some clothes when she noticed her box was oddly placed.

"Ah... I see..."

(Last night)

Being bound by sea stone and brought to the prison that night wasn't part of Law's plan.

"The boss will see you in the morning" a lackey informed them, "well... You see... The boss and his husband hasn't... You know... Seen each other in a long time... So... We don't want to bother him... He'll instead see you in the morning"

"You're oddly too kind for a man who works under a gruesome man." Law said as the lackey shrugged

"Eh, I may be but hey... I've been in the best place since I joined" the lackey shrugged, "now... I'm quite required to give you some pillows and blankets... Though I don't think we have blankets his size..." The man points at Bepo, making the bear apologize

"Why..." Law looked at the man confused

"What? Just because you're in jail doesn't mean you're not human, duh. Just a sec, I'll see if we have a blanket big enough for the fuzzy guy." The man left

Law, Shachi, Bepo, and Penguin took the chance to look around.

The "prison" was just a regular, well vented, nicely kept, comfy room with bars for their "prisoners" and yet they are REQUIRED to give them pillows and blankets when they stay overnight??

The four starts to think the media may have been a little... Exaggerated...

But then again, the media did say the leader was a real demon from hell... So who's to say this was all a guise?

The man soon came back with others who were carrying some blankets and pillows

"Here..." The man said before opening the cell and hands them the stuff, "but... You know, can we ask you something?"

"Go right ahead" law huffed

"So... Why did you break in here? You're quite famous yourself, sir traf- ugh... Your last name is hard, so don't blame me if I butcher it... Sir Trafalgar, did I say that right?"

"Yes, yes you did."

"Good... You're quite famous, sir Trafalgar... Are you wishing to ask our boss for an alliance or something?" The man asked

"Ooh! How soft is his fur? Can I touch??" The other squealed in excitement when he saw Bepo

"Jefferson... The bear might not like being touched, you guys are excused, by the way..."

"Yes sir!" The other lackeys left soon after.

"So... Why did you come here?"

"That's none of your business" Law growled

"Alright. I don't care" the man shrugs, "well... Make yourself at home... If... This place is comfy... Want me to start the fire by the fireplace? It is quite chilly tonight."

"Oh, yes please!" Shachi said before sneezing

"Haha... You must be quite sensitive to the cold, yeah?" The man says as he starts the fire by the fireplace, "there. It should warm up in here in a few moments, I'll see you in the morning... Good night." He bows politely and left.

"That's... Odd..." Penguin muttered, "shouldn't they be ruthless? Aggressive...?"

"This must be a trap for us to trust them..." Law scoffed and just lied down, at least the floor was heated...

"You're right... Let's uh... Let's rest well..."

"I hope (y/n) won't get mad at us... Especially me since we might not be able to even come back before the sun rises..." Law mumbled.

"I'm sure she wouldn't" Bepo smiled, "though... Did we ever see her mad?"

"Technically...? No. But we can sometimes feel her anger seep through her but she is just quiet..."

"Let's not talk about that" penguin said before scoffing, "let's go to sleep."

Law sighed, "what would (y/n) think...? Would she be disappointed right now? I'm sure she would... But enough to... Leave me...? No... I know she would never." He thought to himself before drifting off to sleep.

(Right now)

Being pulled to a big and well kept office first thing after breakfast wasn't exactly what Law would prefer... Especially being cuffed to sea stone and surrounded by enemy.

They were soon in the middle of said office, like the rest of the mansion, it was dimly lit with the sun being the only source of light behind a big window with closed curtains and also behind a large desk stacked with papers.

Law looked around with his eyes and saw framed wanted posters of (y/n) next to framed articles of what he could only assume she had down through her journey with him and the crew. He could feel his blood start to bubble only for them to pop when the door was slammed open and rapid footsteps soon approach and walked behind the desk to sit on the only swivel chair on it.

The man that had just walked in was tall and incredibly big with four arms matching his physique.

The man himself had light chocolate skin with dark wolf cut hair and blood red eyes that seemed to shadow even more when he sat on the chair, glaring at them with a frown.

Though... Law could recognise the bite marks on his neck... Signs of love indeed...

And another man that had walked in alongside the big tall man...

This man was also tall but kind of built like how law is but a little skinny...

Had pastel purple hair that was slightly overgrown to under his shoulders, had a bright smile and clear skin, free of blemish, but if you count the hickies and bite marks on his neck and promptly under his sleeves...

His eyes were the same shade of (e/c) as (y/n)'s but a bit darker.

And all of that redeeming looks disappeared when he walked over to the man sitting behind the desk, glaring at them with an evil smile.

"The name's Lucifer Farcia, call me Lucifer if you'd like" the man that sat on the chair said as he crossed both his pair of arms...

"Dice Farcia" the man beside him bowed elegantly, "pleasured to be your acquaintance, sir Trafalgar Law. I've heard of your misdemeanor in the grandline, I'd say they were pretty endearingly brave."

"Pleasure's all mine." Law rolled his eyes.

"My husband here..." Dice hummed as he sat in Lucifer's lap, "he's quite busy, so get to the chase, why are you here?"

Lucifer just shrugged and held Dice in place, "my men had informed me that you and your men broke in. Why is that? We don't seem to have crossed paths in the past yet..."

Law frowned and scoffed, "what's your relationship with (y/n)? And I don't want you to tell me some pity story. Tell me all of it."

The mere mention of her name sent the men and the two to gasp and look at them as if they just grew two... No... Five heads.

"What?" Law muttered

"Hey! We don't talk-" the man from last night said but was ushered by Lucifer.

"No, no... How... Did you meet... Her...?" Lucifer mumbled

"Met her at a bar, she was the bartender. Asked her to join my crew. So what is your relationship with her?" Law answered truthfully.

Dice looked as though he just saw a ghost at how pale he was and looked at Lucifer who had an indifferent expression

"You two... Uhm... Seem pretty... Close?" Dice said, trying to lighten the now tense atmosphere.

"Of course they were, haha..." Penguin mumbled, also trying the same

"Why don't you ask (y/n) yourself?" Lucifer suggested, "I am in no place to tell you..."

Before anyone could even process what he said when the double doors of the office was kicked down by none other than (y/n), her eyes shadowed with anger as she didn't let anyone stop her, stomping her way over to place herself in between the two and her crewmates.

"Let them go." Her voice was laced with a specific type of anger they have never heard her have... Rage.

Lucifer could feel his breath hitch as Dice stood up from his lap, "(y/n)...!"

"Shut up. With all due respect, please, for now." (Y/n) muttered while looking at Dice

Dice merely sighed and backed off, letting (y/n) glare at Lucifer

"Let them go. Now." She growled, this initiating a long a gruesome glaring competition in which Lucifer knew he already lost when her voice was laced with rage

"Let... Let them go..." Lucifer's voice sounded so... Weak... At that moment...

As soon as the cuffs were off of them and they stood up from the couch, she turned to them with worry now in her eyes, "oh my dears...!" She gasped as she walked up to law and cupped his cheeks, "they didn't hurt you, did they?" She asked as she looked at him then at the other three

"Nope! They didn't...!" The three answered cheerfully.

She smiled softly with a sigh before kissing law, "I was so worried... I'm glad you guys didn't get hurt..."

"Sorry we made you worry" he muttered as she held both his hands.

"Next time, tell me... At least then I would've busted the front door open, haha..." She laughed softly before glaring at Lucifer who only looked at her with pain in his eyes

"What's your relationship... With him" Lucifer asked as (y/n) intertwined her left hand with his.

"He's my fiance, I have a ring to prove it." She smirked slyly, showing his the beautiful ring law made... Though it made him quite embarrassed about it.

"You're... Engaged?!" Dice gasped

Lucifer could only look away sadly before turning his chair's back towards them, "leave. Before I call my security on you. Someone lead them-"

"No need. I can still navigate this place myself, I'm not an idiot. Like you." She scoffed

"Then leave! Goddamit!" Lucifer bursted making (y/n) roll her eyes

"Oh whatever." She huffed as she dragged the four of them out there.

The entire time, Law could feel how angry she was with how much she clutched his hand and her pace was rather fast.

"(Y/n)...?" Law called in a gentle voice

It seemed to ease her as she slowed down and sighed all her frustrations out, enough to face him with a tired smile, "yeah?"

@jadedrrose part 1 is done hahahahah!

Creds to: @jadedrrose for giving me some idea.

(didn't expect it to be long imo)

(this is part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

[starlightshadowsworld]

So I agree that the Agency should've listened to Ranpo when he said don't take the job. Because... It's Ranpo, you listen to Ranpo.

But, thinking on it... Would it have made a difference?

Either way Fukuchi has the page. The world is still going to believe that the Agency are terrorists. And all law enforcement aren't going to believe their innocence.

They wouldn't be taking the job but the Agency would still be investigating. To figure out who's trying to trap them and how.

I don't believe for a second they'd get the chainsaw video and not act. It's just in this case they know going in that it's a trap.

What might change is who goes in. And that they'd probably have an escape route planned out.

Fukuzawa and Ranpo might be able to put it together the Hunting Dogs might go after them. And know while tensions are high they can't negotiate their way out.

So counter measures could be put in place to get them off the scent. And get everyone to a safe point where they can use Lucy's ability as a base.

Which means they might not need the Port Mafia to rescue them. I can imagine Mori calling like "I see there's a bounty for your head Fukuzawa. Mind convincing me not to take it?"

Because criminal mastermind he may be but he's also a petty bitch. I doubt he'd actually take it though, because ew working with the government.

But he'd still end up telling them where Dazai is. Mersault basically goes as canon with Chuuya showing up and all that.

Sky casino shit still goes down, Ranpo figured out it was made 8 days ago rather than 3 years ago. The Agency split up and a team is sent up there, and the pages location is given.

The scene with Ranpo talking to Fukuchi is instead Ranpo and Fukuzawa going to talk to Fukuchi.

Atsushi's there too as back up incase things so south... Which they do. Kamui's identity is revealed, Ranpo goes into the book to avoid a sword strike and sends a smoke signal.

Which means the fight begins as Fukuzawa and Atsushi against Fukuchi. Fukuzawa does tell Atsushi to escape, as did Ranpo. But Fukuchi won't allow that.

Fukuzawa is confused, hurt and angry. Fukuchi ain't telling him nothing, crept "you know nothing because you didn't go to war."

As he does.

Atsushi's on the ground waiting for his leg to return. And Fukuzawa is struggling, he's really hurt but he's still fighting.

Atsushi wishes they had help, someone... Anyone. A sword slice is aimed at him... And is blocked by Rashomon. Akutagawa makes his entrance and joins the fight.

Fukuzawa manages to get Fukuchi's sword away from him. To which he laughs and summons Amenogozen.

3 against 1 it may be but Fukuchi is clearly winning. Because his sword is the literal worst. It ends with Fukuzawa going down, succumbing to his injuries.

Atsushi and Akutugawa using their combined attacks and getting foiled. Because that sword is the worst. Akutugawa gets Atsushi and the President to safety and is killed and subsequently vampire.

Atsushi carries Fukuzawa's injured body and Poe's book. Yosano heals him and Atsushi is apologetic and so upset he failed him. Fukuzawa hugs him and reassures him.

"Gen'ichiro took me off guard... I will not falter when I face him" says Fukuzawa.

And from there, canon kinda just carries on I guess.

Though I say all this without menuoning that the Agency taking the job regardless of the warning, could have been written into the page.

Because Nikolai was there, he heard Mushitaro tell Ranpo not to take the job.

... So who knows.

[thevoidstaredback]

"In any story, the villain is the catalyst. The hero's not a person who will bend the rules or shw the cracks in his armor.He's one-dimensional intentionally, but the villain is the person who owns up to what he is and stands by it."

-Marilyn Manson

The night was spent getting a proper hold of their bearings. They knew where in Japan they were, but no idea how to get back. They also had no idea on how they got there, but that was a problem for later. For now, shelter and food were to two most pressing issues.

Chuuya and Atsushi had never worked together before, so they were stumbling around each other the entire night. Atsushi had been hell bent on them finding shelter before anything else, and Chuuya was insistent on getting money first. Atsushi was willing to break a few laws to keep them safe, but he was very vocal about not hurting anyone. Chuuya was willing to break every law he could think of in order to get his way. They could both agree that they'd rather avoid working together ever again after they've gotten back Yokohama.

It's terrible, working with someone so different from yourself. Stumbling over each other and getting in one another's way. It could cost a life. It could cost many lives.

"That'd be terrible for being undercover." Atsushi said. He was still holding himself under a mask around Chuuya.

Chuuya scoffed. "Since when are we undercover?"

"Since neither of us know where we are or what's going on."

"Oh? Is that snark I hear?" Underlings who sassed him never got out of it unscathed.

He was suddenly confidant in his answer, "Yeah. What about it? You can't attack me."

Atsushi isn't Chuuya's underling. "Who says I can't?"

"The truce between our two groups." Damn it. "Besides, I could go to local law enforcement and report you for assault and battery."

"But you won't." Good point. "If you did, then you'd be alone in unfamiliar territory. When you get back, the truce would be called off and you'd have the entire Port Mafia after your head."

Atsushi didn't respond, falling back into the mask of self preservation.

Chuuya sighed. "Fine. In order to keep a low profile, we'll do things your way."

Still not saying anything, Atsushi took a step ahead of Chuuya and went in search of an abandoned building to set up a temporary base in. It was late, probably near midnight, so not many were out. Those who were out were sniffed out and avoided. Despite everything, Atsushi made himself ignore the calls for help. Getting involved would mean being seen. Being seen would do no good at the moment.

Chuuya was reluctant to follow Atsushi, but he had to admit that the kid wasn't acting at all like he expected him to. He'd expected a coward or someone who would go running to help at the first scream, but he did no such thing. The kid kept sniffing at the air as they walked, leading through back allies and staying out of light.

"I can say for certain that nothing has happened to the ADA." Atsushi spoke softly.

"What makes ya say that?" Chuuya asked. He was genuinely curious. How did this kid know anything like that? Could he determine anything about the Port Mafia?

Atsushi's eyes seemed to be glowing when he looked back at Chuuya, the gold and purple covered in an almost not-there film. Eyeshine, Chuuya noted, is a thing all cats have. Helps them see in the dark. "I haven't lost control of my Ability." Was that supposed to be a reassurance? "The President's Ability is still working, so I can confidently say that he - at the very least - is okay."

"Based off of that," Chuuya added on, "Everything should be okay with the Port Mafia, too."

These were only assumptions and they both new that.

It was quiet as they kept walking, still out of light and still away from humans. It took another thirty minutes of wandering until they found a place to hole up. It was a very rundown building, but it was still standing. It didn't seem to have any other occupants, so that was a point in their book.

The interior was as rundown as the exterior. The floors had no holes, but every other board squeaked when stepped on. The lights didn't work, so it was safe to assume nothing else did either. While there was no holes in the walls or broken windows, the place was starting to show signs of life in the graffiti and plants creeping in. The stairs leading to the second floor weren't rotted through, but enough weight would cause them to collapse. Much like the first floor, the second floor squeaked on every other step. The paint and wallpaper was peeling at the corners, and the doors were falling of their hinges.

Chuuya didn't like getting dirty. He'd spent so long living on the streets that the thought of staying in this building was barely digestible. Regardless, he picked a room on the second floor and went in. "I'll be in here for the night. Don't bother me." He doubted he'd get any sleep, but it would be a good place to think.

Atsushi nodded and left the man on his own. Part of him said it was a bad idea, but the rest of him knew that they were forced to trust and rely on each other. He choose the room next to Chuuya's and curled up in the far corner. He was used to sleeping in places like this. The cellar in the orphanage was much worse than here. Colder, too. Less bright.

~~~

The new first order of business, Chuuya decided, was to sort out his thoughts. Based on the maps of Japan he'd studied when he first joined the Port Mafia told him that Yokohama was near the Chubu Prefecture. It had once been a part of it, but had declared itself independent a long time ago. When exactly, he wasn't sure, but that wasn't a pressing thing to know at the moment.

He'd gone to bed on Friday night had woken up Friday afternoon. He had a whole week missing from his memory and that was never a good sign. At least, the best case suggested a week. Without knowing the exact date, he had no idea how big of a blank was now taking up his memory.

The next thing Chuuya did was search his person. He was fully dressed in his uniform, so that meant he had woken up and gotten dressed somewhere during the missing blank. He was still fully armed with a gun under his vest and the hidden knives on his person. His phone was in his back pocket, but was dead. His wallet was inside his coat, but he had no cash. At least he still had his gloves.

The next thing to do would be to set out a plan of action, but that would have to wait until Jinko woke up. Getting their story straight was the next pressing matter, but he was gonna let the kid get some rest. God knows they both need it.

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