WTDSIK Incorrect Quotes#49 Huh...
Mafia Au...With You being adopted along with your younger brother Iruma by Sullivan...More details in the future-
Opera: You ever see something that changes your life and you're just like "Huh..."
Y/n*Brushing their messy hair softly to untangle it and smiles*I saw you~
Opera*Taken aback and rolls their eyes but their ears tips are as red as hair* ... Honestly, that's cute and sweet but it kinda makes this awkward because I was gonna show you a picture of Kalego in a bird costume
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I did not think they would go down this path for Amodeus. I thought they were going to do another rival family. Then when these two meet and become friends they form an alliance with the families. But this is a fun surprise!
I also did not expect them to give a side character a big role like this. Love how the author gave a side character there own chapter. Also look at where the spear tip goes! With the shadow hanging there it looks like it is hanging from the spear!!! Love that kind of detail!!!
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Betraying the devil you know // Prologue
Ominis Gaunt x f!MC
AO3 link // Wordcount: 500 // Tags: Explicit | Allies to lovers | Dark | Violence | Jealousy | Angst | Smut | Trauma | Forced proximity | Implied alcoholism | Non-canon deaths | Mafia AU.
Months. That's how long Marvolo Gaunt has been crushing the life out of you. One reckless decision was all it took to be dragged into his inner circle to pay for your sins. However, being his favourite informant has its perks—you hear whispers: a civil war is brewing among the Gaunt's.
Is it better the devil you know, or do you seek refuge in the arms of the enemy?
Working for Marvolo Gaunt had taught her enough to know when she was being followed.
It was the hooded stranger in a candlelit recess of the Leaky Cauldron. The shadow drifting across her path on the walk home. A silhouette eclipsing the moonlight as they stole a glance through the window into her cramped flat.
The domestic wards had obstructed all their attempts to enter.
Her boss had gone to great lengths to ensure she was cordoned off from the public. A museum display, reduced to nothing more than one of the polished trinkets in his collection—untouchable. Her identity had been erased and her life turned monotonous.
At the crack of dawn, she would apparate to him for a briefing. Following her shift at the inn, she would obediently report back the whispers on the wind before retreating home to drown his haunting voice in firewhisky. It rarely did the trick; he was omnipresent, slithering in and out of her consciousness without reprieve.
Deliver this package to table four at noon.
The minister's aide will be in tonight; keep an ear out for my name.
Keep your guard up. If my brother's men make contact, I'll have to slice open your pretty throat, just as I did to your sweet little frien—
"Was there much resistance?"
An approaching figure tore her from the depths of her memories and propelled her back to the present. The tone of voice was serpentine smooth, similar to Marvolo's, but watered down—less tempestuous.
Harder to gauge a solid read.
It made her nervous.
"She didn’t even scream," bewilderment spiked through a wizard's Cockney accent, "even when we shoved her in the trunk. It was fucking bizarre."
“Never let anyone take you to a second location”, Poppy had warned when they first moved to the city. A nugget of widsom from a gentle soul who never imagined they would need it. It churned her stomach to know this was how she was honouring her memory, disregarding all the anxious advice she'd ever imparted.
Her muscles tensed as light footfalls began circling the chair to which she was tightly bound, a sharp pain searing through her shoulders from where her arms were restrained at the small of her back.
Intermittent bursts of crimson light pierced through the thick fabric draped over her head as the tip of a wand subjected her to thorough scrutiny.
The Gaunts struck fear into the hearts of many; their name a cautionary tale mothers whispered to their sons to keep them on the straight and narrow.
This particular Gaunt was a ghost story. A strategist, always orchestrating his moves from the shadows. Unlike his brother, he never graced the pages of the Prophet's socialite section, nor tarnished the ones dedicated to the escalating crime rates.
Patient, inscrutable, and lethal.
The bag was whisked from over her head and she blinked rapidly, the sconces nailed to decrepit walls swimming at the edge of her vision.
Her life had been torn from beneath her feet because of a foolish lapse in judgement. As her focus honed in on Ominis Gaunt's levelled wand, she prayed she hadn't made another mistake.
"You let us abduct you, didn't you?"
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