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shesawriter39049 · 5 years

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|FAMILY TIES| M| MAFIA AU| 4|

SNEAK PEEK #2 1.1 K

Soo you've gotten 3k of the chapter between the two(It will be around 13 all together so there’s still a lot in between lol )

GENRE:SMUT/ ANGST

AU SUMMARY : A powerful alliance made up of of 4 families spanning over a decade, is suddenly turned on its head when one family has a new leader after an unexpected death. Well let’s just say he’s not down to follow the somewhat civilized rules your families have inforced. Sooo now, it’s game on…

LOCATION: Shanghai Pudong International Airport 11PM Wednesday night

You were out like a light, not even bothering to wake you until, the cargo plane had also landed, it was pushing almost 11pm at this point. Waking up to the feeling of someone slipping your shirt over your head, in combination with the sound of thunder rumbling against the plane. Eyes slightly hazy as they fluttered open slowly….

“It’s pouring and barley 50 degeress, you’d freeze in that…” Gaze dropping down to silently observe the way he delicately slid your body into your oh so subtle Gucci tracksuit. “Eww when did you get so sappy!” The playful tease rolled off your lips and against his tongue, not hesitating to let his hand make a firm imprint on your ass. Holding it in place so you felt the sting against your flesh, forever reminding you how instant his duality could be.

A whimper slipped past your tongue while he smiked into the kiss, “Who the fuck are you calling sappy?” a low growl left his lips, as he sunk his teeth into your bottom lip, before shifting your body beanthe him, flipping you over so you were straddling his waist. Lazy kisses and sweet nothings were brushed against each others lips as you waited to unload the jet. Jet lag was in full affect that’s for damn sure ,this was NOT a smooth ride at all.

It felt surreal yet so natural..the two of you..not holding your breath with how long it would last, well aware that you both had a lot on your shoulders right now. Emotions are at an all time high so you tried not to over analyze the affection he was giving you, no matter how much you loved it.

Upon stepping off the plane you were greeted by almost terrifyingly dark skies , I swear mother nature tries to drop hints….she tries. Thankfully the mood was brightened slightly by Lay’s deadly dimples noticeable even tucked under a hat making his rounds as he greeted you all one by one. While you all loaded a little car comparable to an oversized golf cart where he drove you all a little further down the lane where the freight plane landed.

“Okay so I need a favor, I need every box counted and marked,as you guys load each one nto the truck I want them loaded in numerical order…tonight!” Smiling up at him doe eyed, his body just slumped at the sound of that. It was wet and cold, and late as all hell, due to the weather they probably weren’t even going to unload until the morning! But he'd never question, or complain about anything you requested of him. Shooting you another charming smile before bowing out, to instruct his men to do as you asked.

It took close to an hour to get through every box, stregicially placing them based on weight, size, and if any of them were marked as “Fragile “ The seven of you waited in anticipation, as they loaded the last 3 boxes into the trailer.

“54!” You heard Lay's voice echoed through the wind...A combination of relief and confusion now danced through the atmosphere.

‘Does this mean I could actually, possibly leave China for once without killing someone!? ’ Hoseok spoke up for the first time since waking up voice sitting extremely groggy.

A drowsy chuckle filled the space as you all stood under the awning of the building to avoid the rain. Back pressed firmly against Tae for extra warmth, as you all started walking towards the terminals. According to Lay’s packing sheet the driver left with 60 boxes...he claims they took six so, so far his “robbery”stories kinda lining up...

“I don't know man, I just still don’t get how they got away with six freight boxes before he noticed...has the driver’s plane landed?” Taehyung’s eyes cut over to Jin, as he checked the airports stats on his phone.

‘Nope, the rain has him delayed , at least another hour or so…”

It was getting late and none of you had the patience to wait for him, also not wanting to ambush the driver, wanting to weight until you’d collected a little more info.

“How about this, instead of him taking the semi home, and coming back in the morning for the trailer, have Lay take him home...just makeup some bullshit excuse. I want Hoseok to drive it in, tomorrow morning instead . Tell the driver he can come in at 8 with all the other shop workers…” Jin nodded, walking over to give Lay the new game plan, before descending into the chaos that was the airport.

As you lot trucked through, believe it or not it was still packed..regardless of the fact it was pushing midnight. The line for Customs & Immigrations was ungodly and the 7 of you definitely drew attention, some stairs lingered longer than others. Taehyung and yourself were strategically placed between the other 5 men, purposely shielding you from view. Yet the presentation felt natural, it didn't appear like a barricade to the naked eye, if you didn't know any better you’d just think you were walking in a group.

A good hour, and lack of patience later you were the last to get verified, you understood enough Chiness to gist that everything documentation wise was all good. Just as the smiling face in front of you handed back your passport a member of TSA steps into frame.

Almost snatching your passport right out of your hand “Rude…” Slipped past your lips, eyes rolling to the back of your head without even a second thought.

You could hear him mumbling something in Chiness to the other TSA the almost sounded like “Back room”

“Ms. Sever-”

“Severiane’ ” Tone dry as all hell, you could tell he was struggling and you weren’t in the mood, already annoyed by this blatant attitude.

“Yes’ we need you to step out of line, and follow me..” First thing you noticed was how clear his accent was, as he spoke to you in English with no hesitation.

“For what!?” The words slipped past all of there lips simultaneously before you even had time to rebuttal, completely ignoring the men to your right as they chimed in. The lack of response clearly wasn’t working in your favor as both guards stepped from behind the counter,and just like clock work, Taehyung and Namjoon were at your side as the men started to invade your personal space.

Both of there faces screamed “Back the fuck up..now!”

“I’m only going to ask you one more time, as long as you cooperate this won’t take long..”

You could feel Tae’s grip on your waist get tighter, pulling you into his frame as he locked eyes with the guard in front of you. If looks could kill, this man's head would be on the other side of the airport right now . You swore you could almost hear Taehyung’s teeth grinding together his jaw was clenched so tightly,

“Yeah, okay, ,whatever…not like my bags and passport didn't already clear your system but sure..lead the way” Flagging your hand to gesture you were ready to go, nothing subtle about the attitude that dripped from your lips

As you went to walk off, the grip Tae held on the back of your joggers never faltered jerking you back into him. “I got this…” Brushed past your lips and you swore he growled in response, forgetting how possessive this man could get. His eyes cut from yours and over to gentleman to your right before nodding tentatively.

Smiling faintly in Namjoon’s direction as well, knowing he was feeling all the same emotions as Taehyung! Wigging out of his hold, fingertips gracing yours until the last possible second, the final glare that shoot from their eyes into the Tsa was lethal….

Walking down a long hallway before finally being led to a room in the back corner.

Upon taking a seat the gentleman that walked you in left without saying a single word….

“That’s a beautiful plane you guys have…” Another extremely clear American accent graced through the doors as a different agent walked in to take a seat in front of you. His name tag translating to “Han”.

“Thank you…”

“So what brings you to Shanghai at this time of night…”

You could tell he was just beating around the bush and you really had no patience for it whatsoever “I didn't plan to get here this late, but it’s a long flight and the weather sucks..” Shrugging nonchalantly as you crossed your legs, slouching back in your seat.

“Is it your first time here?”

Just shaking your head “no” in response, the utter lack of enthusiasm earned a chuckle from the gentleman in front of you.

“Ohhhkay..and what brings you here this time?”

“Food..shopping...aesthetically pleasing pics for my Instagram..shall I continue…” Crass nothing but crass…

“So your telling me you flew 16 hours to shop, eat and take pictures?” Brow arched at the implied question triggering a smirk to crawl up your face.

“Clearly you can tell I can afford it” Letting your hand trail up and down your body everything from your tracksuit, to the diamonds that danced along your body screamed affluent. “So yes, that is why I’m here..and if all you wanted was my itinerary can I go?”

“No, I actually called you in because when your bag got checked.. We noticed your weapon wasn’t stored properly. But instead of just taking it, I decided to be nice and give you a warning,I even brought a pamphlet for the proper protocol when traveling with a concealed weapon.

Bullshit, utter bullshit, there was nothing wrong with your gun and if it was it would've gotten flagged when they checked your bag…They don’t play around when it comes to weapons registered or not!

“Hmm, well aren't you a gem, thank you, I’ll be more careful next time..” Flashing him an Oscar worthy smile ...to go with his bullshit excuse for why he called you in here

“Anytime, make sure it’s secured when you leave though, we won’t be as generous next time…” Slowly rising from his seat, just nodding in response.

“Enjoy Shanghai Ms. Sunjata…” You felt your spine go ridigit at the sound of that, completely readjusting in your seat. Footsteps rattled behind you, as you heard the door shut. Trying to run through any scenario in your head, that could explain why you were 99.99 percent sure this TSA agent just referred to you by your original surname!

That was all the conformation he needed...silently observing the obvious shift in body language..

And just like clock work you realized he wasn’t actually leaving, the door was never closed when he came in to begin with….

Soooo like….Ya’ll ready for part 4 or Nah? Lol lemme know whatcha think…This is the last sneak peek no promises but I’m thinking Next week it should be up! It’s almost done.....

Love you as always..

Rocki

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croatian-nt · 4 years

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Mafia au-Part one

Summary: When an unassuming artist saves a man’s life at the shooting at the gallery, he ends up in the midde of the war between two mafias and as he gets dragged deeper into the whole thing, he soon learns the line between the sides and right and wrong blur more than he expected.

Pairings: Dominik Livaković/Bruno Petković, Luka Modrić/Šime Vrsaljko mentioned

Word Count: 1832

Warnings: knife throwing, I guess death? Only in a dream tho, blood, (ya know what, just be prepared for violence in general in this fic), making out

Notes: Finally, a mafia au is here! I am really excited about this and I hope y’all like it. Also, if you didn’t see my previous posts about this, there are three aesthetics with more info about this on my blog. Anyways, I hope y’all like it

The day wasn't warm to begin with, but the cold, February wind chilled to the bone. It wasn't stopped by the high fence that prevented outsiders to see the inside of the training field.

And yet, Livi's palms were sweating, and he was gripping the knife in his hand way too forcefully. He wondered if he could snap it in half if he gripped it tighter.

"Livi. Breathe. And just throw the knife. I can catch it," Luka said nonchalantly, as if it was such an easy thing to do.

It wasn't that Livi didn't know how to throw a knife. He was taught how to handle both knives and guns since he was a child. Throwing a knife with the intention of it ending in someone's skull well...that was a different story.

"Unless you'd prefer we exchange places this second, I recommend you throw that knife. Now."

With a deep breath, Livi closed his eyes and let the instinct of habit take over. Lovre's advice came back to him, as clearly as the day he said them.

It doesn't matter who or what you are throwing the knife at. It's important how you throw it."

Lovre wrapped his hand around Livi's raising it so it was in height of Livi's head.

"You should know how much force to use by the heaviness of the knife."

Livi concentrated on the cold feel of the handle, of how it's weight felt in his hand.

"Then you focus on the target-imagine it as a red dot."

Red dot. No skin, no bones, no piercing brown eyes. Just the red dot.

And...throw it."

The knife flew through the air, and for a second, it was as if the time slowed.

He watched as the knife cut straight through the air to towards his target. Livi was suddenly filled with dread-straight throw with a deadly accuracy. He should have threw the knife with a spin.

It happened in a split second-Luka's hands moved impossibly fast-and he stopped the knife between his palms.

Livi relased a breath he didn't know he was holding.

Luka lowered the knife, and caught Livi's gaze again, evaluating him. It was unnerving, especially since Livi has known him for two years now. At first, he hoped it was a thing that will pass and that Luka will stop looking at him as if he is trying to figure out all of his secrets and weaknesses.

Then again, better Luka than Dalić.

"Good throw. Now you only need to learn to catch it that way as well."

Livi's face twisted and he resisted the urge to bite at his nails.

"I just learned how to catch a knife by the handle. I am not sure if-"

"But that only works if the knife is thrown with a spin doesn't it? And if your first instinct was to throw it straight then...we both know Lovre won't do it any other way either."

Livi never failed to flinch at Lovre's or Suba's name being brought up. It was a bad habit. and he didn't failt to notice the way Luka's eyes traced the small motion, as if he was testing him to see if he would still have the same reaction.

Thankfully, Šime came to distract Luka and end his misery for the day. Or at least Livi hoped so.

"While I am sure you are having fun torturing a baby of the team-"

"I am not even the youngest one here!" Livi protested.

Šime shot him an amused smile, but otherwise ignored him.

"You are going to be late to an important thing that I cannot talk about."

Luka rolled his eyes.

"You weren't even supposed to know about it. But yes, I am coming. Just let me put the knives away."

"I am sure Livi can take care of that. I wanted a minute to talk to you."

Šime smirked, gently tracing the scar on Luka's exposed shoulder. Luka shivered and Livi quickly looked away, clearing his throat.

Luka instantly stepped away from Šime and Livi could swear he was blushing. It was almost fascinating how easily Šime could melt away Luka's cold calculation that he seemed to otherwise have at all times.

Well. Almost at all times. There was one moment in particular that Livi remembered, when Luka showed and said more than he wanted.

It was few days after Livi defected and was trying to get used to the news environment. The memory came to him easily, despite being painful. He went through those memories often, scared they will fade and that he will slowly forget how he ended up here in the first place. Why he ended up here in the first place.

It's not anybody was cruel to him after he joined them. Quite the opposite. And even Modrić-or Luka as he was told to call him-came to talk to him at one point.

"I know you were close with Subašić before you joined us. If you already had to trade your life from someone else's, at least you did it for someone who deserved it."

Livi raised his head, studying him. Despite the fact that Livi was sitting, Luka still seemed quite short compared to him. And yet, there was something about him that just screamed "dangerous" from all the angles.

"Is this your way of saying he is a good man?"

Luka chucked, shaking his head.

"None of us would be in this kind of business, especially not that high up, if we were good men. No, Suba isn't the good man,"

Luka paused, locking his eyes on Livi's, peering into his soul, in a way.

"But he is a loyal one. So, if you already had to take a fall for being loyal, at least you did it for someone who would do the same for you."

Livi's eyes stinged, and he looked away. This just reminded him that he will never see Suba again. Or if he will, he won't see him as a man who raised him. He will be the enemy.

"I used to be close to him as well," Luka continued, grabbing Livi's attention again.

"What happened?"

Luka smiled and Livi was reminded of an wounded animal, baring it's teeth in defense.

"Unlike you, I didn't leave to protect his life. I did it to protect mine."

Livi didn't dare to ask any further questions, despite a hundred of them being on a tip of his tongue.

That night, his dream involved him holding a gun, with his finger on a trigger. But it was Suba that he was aiming at, and while he knew he should pull the trigger, he stood there, frozen.

The sound of the gunshot rang through his ears, but it didn't come from his gun. Livi turned his head and saw Luka holding a gun. He shot Livi a smile-it held no warmness and all terror before he spoke.

"You will have to do a lot of things to protect yourself Livi. Better get used to it."

Suba's blood was deep, dark red. It soaked through Livi's jeans as he fell to his knees, and stained his fingers.

When he woke up, he washed his hands and brushed his teeth several times, but the taste of cooper lingered. He didn't fall asleep again that night.

Livi blinked, realizing he missed one part of the conversation, and that Luka was putting his blazer on. He and Šime shared one more meaningful look Livi couldn't decipher and then Luka turned to him.

"Clean the knives and out them away. We'll continue tomorrow."

And with that and a salute from Šime, they were gone.

Livi sighed, quickly gathering the knives and bringing them to the building. As he walked through the familiar hallway, Livi spent a few moments pondering over the irony of how beautiful and well lit the whole establishment was.

When you imagined a place where mafia members frequented and had some of their weapons you would probably see a cold, dark place, far away from everything. Which is stupid, considering the fact that these things were usually hidden in plain sight.

Livi reached the weaponry, and started cleaning the knives one by one, easily falling into the soothing habit.

After a few minutes though, he heard the door open and quick, sure steps approach him. H knew who it was before the other man even opened his mouth.

"I thought I'd find you here," Bruno said, looming above him.

Livi put away the last knife and stood up, trying to minimize the height difference as much as possible. He knew, logically, that Bruno wouldn't hurt him, but a part of him wanted to be prepared and on equal footing in case something did happen.

"What are you doing here?"

Bruno smiled, lazily stretching his hand until it cupped Livi's face and stroked it with his thumb. Livi unconsciously leaned into it, fighting against his inner voice screaming that he shouldn't be doing this.

"Can't I just drop by when I want to see my badass boyfriend?" Bruno whispered, brushing his lips against Livi's.

Livi snorted, but chased after Bruno's lips for another kiss before answering.

"Well, said boyfriend isn't complaining...but you could persuade me to not tell Luka you are snooping around."

Bruno pulled him closer but left just a breath of space between their lips. Livi's heart was pounding, and Livi concentrated on that, rather than the voice in his head.

You are leading him on. You don't even know which side you are loyal to anymore. How could you even-

"Well that can be arranged," Bruno said and kissed him, stopping Livi's thoughts from spiraling further.

However, after a few moments Livi's phone pinged, signalling he got a message. Livi froze. It wasn't the sound of a message from the phone he used every day. It was from the old one that he kept in his bag and used only for...

"What's wrong?"

Livi ignored the question and Bruno's narrowed eyes as he opened his bag and fished out the phone. He had one unread message from unsaved number, but the one he recognized. And even if he didn't only one person contacted him through this phone.

There is going to be a shooting at the gallery at the main square. You might want to warn Luka before it's too late.

Dread pooling in Livi's stomach and his mind raced. Why would Luka be at the gallery? What kind of shooting? How did Posavec know about this?

And most importantly, if Livi was to warn Luka, how would he explain how he knew about it?

Livi glanced back at Bruno, considering his options.

You'll knew you had to choose, sooner or later. Your loyalties can't always be dancing on a line between them.

Livi made a decision. He just hoped it would be the right one. He turned back to Bruno.

"I need your help with something. It's about Luka, and you can't tell anyone."

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chyouchyou07 · 6 years

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The reason I made this video is because I want to see my innocent boys like sassy badasses. Fighting for the people they love and kicking some asses disrespect them.

Zlatko, Don Dalić, is the boss; Suba and Čarli are the strongest and unbreakable guardians, protecting all their partners. Luka and Ivan are duo for years, and Luka, as a captain, also commands his teammates and organizes each actions. Domo, Dejan and Šime probably are aggressive and crazy ones, but they always can surprise you. Mandzo, Ante, Ivan P and Andrej are excellent and reliable yet seem angry all the time. As for Epic Brozo? Who knows what’s in his head.

That’s just my brief headcanon about Mafia!AU CroNT in this video. And of course, headcanon is just headcanon, all of them ARE pure and naive cinnamon rolls in the real world.

Relevant content: Croatian Men’s National Team in suit

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sugamamacustard · 3 years

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🍢 🍡 (A/B/O) Menu 🍡🍢

My A/B/O verse ↦ Here! My rules ↦ Here!

Appetizer (🍚)= Angst Dessert (🍪)= Fluff Breakfast (🥞) = Social media! AU Lunch (🍙) = non-specified AU! (Other than social media; Mafia! Werewolf/vampire!, angel/demon!, etc) Supper (🍘)= Smut/ NSFW Happy hour (🍸) = Yandere Specials (🍮)= My personal favorites 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 🍡 Order up!

↳Reach so high ( 🍪)

Summary: You’re used to the world around you not being kind to the vertically impaired, but you and you’re alpha get through it.

Ingredients: Alpha! Tendo Satori, Alpha! Nishinoya Yu

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Sweet Little Chick ( 🍸, 🍙(Mafia! AU))

Summary: The Karasuno Crows fell to the will of one person and one person alone. You were expected to do the same to the mama crow.

Ingredients: Alpha! Mafia boss! Sugawara Koushi

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN-- But Reader ends up in a dress and thigh highs, so take as you will)

↳ Come see me ( 🍚, 🍪, 🍮 )

Summary: Being a manager for Nekoma was a thankless job, but one you were proud to do. You were surrounded by alphas who wanted what was best for you and in turn, you wanted what was best for them. However, sometimes what’s best for them…may not be best for you or your omega.

Ingredients: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Knock me out ( 🍪)

Summary: When your omega demands to see your alpha, you can’t help but oblige, but unfortunately, someone else see’s you before he does.

Ingredients: Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Fire man ( 🍘 )

Summary: Your heat hits unexpectedly and it’s up to your alpha to help you through it. How is he doing it?

Ingredients: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo, Alpha! Toru Oikawa, Alpha! Kotaro Bokuto

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem!)

↳ Double Trouble ( 🍪)

Summary: Inarizaki is known for many things above the surface, but only few know what great treasure lies deep within the pack.

Ingredients: Alpha! Osamu Miya, Alpha! Atsumu Miya

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem!)

↳ Level Headed ( 🍪, 🍘, 🍮 )

Summary: Betas were known for one thing and your alpha loved you all the more for it. So he shows you his gratitude.

Ingredients: Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi

Serving: Beta! Reader (Fem!)

↳ Please don’t let me go ( 🍚, 🍪 , 🍘 , 🍙 (Shifter! AU))

Summary: You were excited when the other packs joined yours, even finding solace in one of the alphas of one, but suddenly, you weren’t needed. Wanted. Not what he desired. And that hurt. So you do the only thing you can think of. Try to find someone who will comfort your poor omega heart.

Ingredients: Alpha! Kuroo Tetsuro

Serving: Omega! Reader (Pretty GN, but I said the word c*nt, so take it as you will)

↳ Please don’t let me go (Part 2!) ( 🍪 , 🍙 (Shifter! AU))

Summary: Thanks to Kuroo, your place in the pack has been cemented. But what made it waver in the first place? How can the rest of the pack change what has already happened.

Ingredients: Alpha! Kuroo Tetsuro

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Feral animal ( 🍪, 🍮 )

Summary: You just wanted to get the boys to practice on time. You weren’t prepared to deal with this. Good thing you had a guardian angel- or should we say, dog.

Ingredients: Alpha! Kentarou Kyoutani

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ One more time ( 🍪, 🍮 )

Summary: You loved your small little family, but your alpha felt there was something missing.

Ingredients: Alpha! Toru Oikawa

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN, but a baby is born, so take it as you will)

↳ Puppy ( 🍘, 🍮)

Summary: It wasn’t supposed to hit you as hard as it did, but when your heat came and blindsided you, you were left staggering for a way out. Luckily, your alpha knows you better than anyone else.

Ingredients: Alpha! Kentarou Kyoutani

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem! Reader)

↳ Two for one special ( 🍪 )

Summary: You weren’t even a manager. You were a medic for the Nekoma team and yet, you still caught they of not one, but two, powerhouse alphas. What could go wrong, right?

Ingredients: Alpha! Satori Tendo, Alpha! Yuu Nishinoya (Poly)

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Rut ( 🍘)

Summary: You and your alpha have been through so much together, but how are the reacting when their rut hits?

Ingredients: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo, Alpha! Atsumu Miya, Alpha! Kiyoomi Sakusa

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Helping hand ( 🍘, 🍙 (Mafia! AU))

Summary: You were always so good for your alpha. There are some things that fall out of your control however, things that may put a wrench in your good behavior.

Ingredients: Alpha! Mob boss! Kenma Kozume

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem!)

↳ Spare some? ( 🥞, 🍘 , 🍮)

Summary: You simply ask for Daddy’s Cummies. How are these alphas reacting?

Ingredients: Alpha! Satori Tendo, Alpha! Toru Oikawa, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima, Alpha! Kenma Kozume, Alpha! Yu Nishinoya, Alpha Keiji Akaashi

Serving: Omega! Reader

↳ Let me help you ( 🍚, 🍪) (Now with Part 2!)

Summary: Because of unseen circumstances, you drop, and you drop hard. How does your alpha help you/redeem himself?

Ingredients: Alpha! Toru Oikawa, Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi + Part 2 includes Mattsun and Makki.

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ All Mine (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 ) ( 🥞, 🍪, 🍮)

Summary: You alpha sees someone flirting with you, he’s not happy/ This time you see someone flirty with your alpha and your not happy.

Ingredients: Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi, Alpha! Issei Matsukawa, Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo, Alpha! Osamu Miya, Alpha! Atsumu Miya, Alpha! Suna Rintaro

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ After hours ( 🥞, 🍘)

Summary: Some spicy messages between you and your alpha~

Ingredients: Alpha! Atsumu Miya, Alpha! Osamu Miya, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima, Alpha! Kentaro Kyoutani, Alpha! Rintaro Suna, Alpha! Eita Semi

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Keeping you close ( 🍪, 🍘)

Summary: Your alpha catches some low-bit, pathetic excuse of an alpha trying to get with you and he’s determined to but a stop to it.

Ingredients: Alpha! Rintaro Suna

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN, until the smut)

↳ Lips like Sugar~ ( 🍪, 🍘,🍙(Sugar Daddy! AU))

Summary: Toru Oikawa had no qualms about paying a pretty little thing to hang off his arm, but he expects you to be at his beck and call for the price tag you come with. And if you aren’t? He’ll put you back into your place real quick.

Ingredients: Alpha! Toru Oikawa

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem! Reader)

↳ Back me up ( 🍪)

Summary: Pregnancy can bring out both the best, and worst, in any and all alphas, and yours is no exception. Life, however, is unpredictable in every sense and sometimes, the worst and best parts get melded into one– and make you fall in love with your alpha all over again.

Ingredients: Alpha! Kotaro Bokuto, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem! Reader)

↳Baby, it’s cold outside ( 🍪)

Summary: After waiting for your parents to come pick you up, only for them to never come, you can’t seem to get warm. Lucky, for you, your alpha is there to help you get warm!

Ingredients: Alpha! Takanobu Aone

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳Kiss it Better (🍪)

Summary: You love spending time with your alpha in the kitchen, unfortunately it’s a little bittersweet for him.

Ingredients: Alpha! Osamu Miya

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳Again ( 🍘,🍮 )

Summary: How much can you take before your alpha breaks you?

Ingredients: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem! Reader)

↳Feed Me ( 🍪,🍮 )

Summary: Some times, people do things because it’s what they think is best. You don’t tell your alpha about some weight gain you’ve noticed, and try taking care of it yourself because of this.

Ingredients: Alpha! Keiji Akaashi, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima, Alpha! Rintaro Suna

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳ Day and Night (🍘)

Summary: How do you and your gamer alpha spend heats and ruts?

Ingredients: Alpha! Kenma Kozume

Serving: Omega! Reader (Fem! Reader)

↳ Crash Course(🍪)

Summary: The relationship between Iwaizumi and Oikawa is always a confusing one. No one is quite sure what it is and where exactly you fall into it. Well, you guys do and that’s all that matters.

Ingredients: Alpha! Hajime Iwaizumi, Platonic! Alpha! Toru Oikawa

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳✨Intimidating✨(🍪)

Summary: Alpha’s are scary creatures. Going up to them is scary, and honestly, you were never sure you would ever be able to look one in the eye. Unfortunately, your omega was dead set on one particular alpha– one who seemed so much more intimidating than any other alpha you had seen before.

Ingredients: Alpha! Issei Matsukawa, Alpha! Satori Tendou

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN)

↳✨Daddy cats✨ (🍪, 🍘)

Summary: What’s life like with not one but two alphas at your beck and call?

Ingredients: Alpha! Kenma Kozume and Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo (Poly)

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN until the smut, then it's fem! Reader)

↳✨Olympic level✨( 🍪)

Summary: Sometimes your air-headed alpha makes you question your sanity. Luckily, you have some back-up to get him back in line.

Ingredients: Alpha! Yu Nishinoya

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN!)

↳Time Bomb ( 🍚,🍮,🍙(Non! A/B/O) )

Summary: Anger is an ugly emotion and can bring out the worst in all of us. Mid-argument, it pushes your boyfriend into dangerous waters, threatening your very relationship. Is your relationship strong enough to survive?

Ingredients: Koushi Sugawara, Wakatoshi Ushijima

Serving: Reader(GN!)

↳Paparazzi ( 🍪)

Summary: Fangirls are nice, yes, however they tend to get in the way of simple things such as passing your classes. You won't take their harrassment laying down though.

Ingredients: Alpha! Toru Oikawa, Alpha! Yuji Terushima, Alpha! Atsumu Miya

Serving: Omega! Reader (GN!)

More to come!

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sly-merlin · 3 years

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So sad that the blog is close :( but yess can you please recommend some good exo stuff thank you!

EXO FIC RECS

okay so these blogs and writings are of elite kind. once you start reading, you’d be lost. if u r an old exo fanfic fan then you already know all of these. but yeah lets go- GO RAID THESE BLOGS EVERYONE

-the blogs i love- read everything on their blog please

@whimsical-ness @baekwell--tart @monicaexol @gyeommark @uhoh-exoscenarios @narika-a @krreader @noona-clock @vampwrrr (there’s no masterlist. there’s a mistresslist) @ninibears-erigom-fics @suho-mochi @ohh-baekhyun @j-pping @kpopfanfictrash @yehet-me-up @yeoldontknow

@soobadnoonecanstopher @saintloey

- some of my fav one shots that i used to consume like drugs ( i still go back to these)

On another note, read everything on these blogs too😂

@mint-yooxgi - trust me (yixing) (tho i recommend the whole blog. this one is a bit toooo gooood)

@kpopfanfictrash - begin (baek)

@whimsical-ness - fool’s gold, hook line and sinker

- series

@gyeommark - inflection point ( my first binge read ever and i still remember how i felt when i read it SJCBHDBDBHVLDHVIW absolute masterpiece)

@yehet-me-up - exodus mall ( my fav is yixing!)

@thinkyoureholy - the woman scorned ( kji, kjm) (i used to be a fan anon and my fav was jm)

@thinkyoureholy - sweet lies and guess who (baeky)

@8bityeol - boundaries (kind of 2 parts) ( i go uwuwuuwuwu)

@baekwell-tart - trauma ( she’s on break. bt yeah i’m happy reading those 8 chapters again and again and again..)

@singingunderthecurtain - baby fever series

@kyungseokie - dichotomy (baeky, suho)

@koreanshortcake trapped with you (kai mafia arrange marriage au)(nt completed)

@neonlights92 - that way (baek)

-reactions

@babykpopsweets @narika-a @taexual @theexomafiablog

@exowolf-reactions

-mafia

@biaswreckingfics @ellebabywrites @jinniepeach

@suhoerections

- sugar daddy aus

@singingunderthecurtain - this tie is getting tight around my neck (sehun)

@kpopwishes - chanyeol sugar daddy

- many of great exo writers deactivated but their fics still live in my head.

please add if you have any other recs!

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justsmilestuffhappens · 3 years

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Tropetember Last Ditch Effort

Repression / Emotional Constipation / Sexuality Crisis (Gay Panic)

Police / Detective / (Super)Hero // Crime / Mafia / (Super)Villain

Huddling For Warmth / Sharing A Bed / Touch Starvation (Skip)

Body Swap / Psychic Link / Soulmates / Bonding (eg: ABO, Sentinel AU, etc) (Save)

Mythology / Supernatural / Fairytale

Apocalypse / Zombie / Quarantine / Locked In

I need to check and see if any of these are similar to a whumptober prompt to skip it for later on

Nts: Check ask prompts too*

Eddie and or Buck separately go to gay bars to see if even kissing let along flirting with another guy feels right since they can't just go up to their best friend and ask them only upon their second visit they end up crossing paths maybe it's a queer friendly place that isn't specifically a bar though so it isn't expected for sex just if people click they click

Rework superhero WIP

Whumptober?

Rework tongue tied WIP soulmates AU

Fairytale full tilt, little red riding hood, Hansel and Gretel, Jack and the Beanstock, + 1 ???

Locked in (a dream)

*This is more of a spreadsheet planner for myself I'm trying to be organized so I can jump into October fresh ya know not really taking requests though

#solo mio #my writing #plotting out stuff #plotting and scheming #✍#buddie

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lollienbop · 4 years

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AU where chuuya got hit by an ability that turned him into the opposite gender,,,, next day he showed up in port mafia looking like a fresh m*lf straight from nh*nt*i 😳😳

#bungou stray dogs #chuuyabsd #genderbend #chuuya nakahara #fanart #bsd chuuya #bsd au #fem!chuuya #chuuyawithboobiesneedsmorelove

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wichols · 4 years

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Hi! For the ohshc writing prompt, Haruhi x Takashi for either 'Please don't cry' or 'You know I have feelings for you, right?' No need to if you don't want to though! Thanks for your time!

Dear anon, my brain craved mafia au and that is what it delivered. Much angst, such wow. Although I somehow managed to use both prompts even though the second one was more of an afterthought. I hope you all enjoy this

Brutality Mixed with Intimacy

Pairing: Takashi x Haruhi

Word Count: 1,458 Trigger Warning/Tags: Mafia AU, Violence, Blood, Vague Description of Bodily Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Human Trafficking

“STOP!”

The sounds of fists slamming into fractured bones were finally silenced. His mind now fully aware of the pair of arms wrapped around his waist tugging helplessly. She watched the blood drip off his knuckles and pool next to the unconscious body slumped against the brick wall. His voice seemed miles away when he spoke, staring down at the body. “You weren’t supposed to see this.” His hands wiped quietly against the blood-stained denim. “But I couldn’t wait any longer.” Takashi’s voice trailed off as he gazed at her. He felt little trickles of blood and sweat run down his cheeks, soaking into his crisp button-down.

Backpedaling unsteadily, Haruhi braced herself against the opposite wall of the body. She felt her mind reeling at the scene before her. The air hung heavy with fresh blood and a sweet scent of expensive cologne. “What?” “We didn’t anticipate you leaving the library so early.” Taking a tentative step forward he watched her shift unsteadily out into the light of the alley opening. Her head shook almost robotically while her body subconsciously created more distance between them, sliding against the wall. “The job went south. We all knew the kind of danger you were in but Kyoya wanted to wait longer. He still needed another piece of evidence to have him convicted.” It hurt to watch the way she looked at him. Like he was a monster or a wild animal that finally cornered its prey. Her eyes were blown wide and stunned by the few stray blood splatters speckled along her forearms. The night air nipped between them. Her mind was screaming ‘run’ but her feet were planted. “The way he talked about you and…...your body. I just…. I just couldn’t handle it anymore. I couldn’t let him spend another second talking about what he was going to do to you. We thought we had more time but-” “What was he going to do Takashi?” Glancing back between the unconscious man and Haruhi he sighed. “I don’t want to tell you.” “Tell me.” Her voice whimpered. “This man was a part of an underground human trafficking ring that preys on single women. They are sold to the highest bidder and never heard from again. We were just about to bust open everything but-” “But what Takashi.” His voice felt like ice running through her soul. “You were never going to make it to the drop off location.”

She could feel her heart pounding in her ears. “He was instructed to lure you to the rendezvous point and then you were to be sent to the head of the ring, except-” his heart clenched at the thought of losing her “that he wanted you for himself. Had I not stepped in we would have not only lost you in the process but our main piece of evidence for the case.” “So I was used as bait?” Haruhi’s body felt numb, stuck somewhere between reality and another dimension. Human trafficking? Ring leader? Closing her eyes she tried to take an even breath to calm her frazzled nerves. Loose gravel crunched underfoot as he stepped closer to Haruhi. More than anything he wanted her to continue living her life. To be the successful woman she always dreamed of becoming not some subservient fuck toy for some low life bastard.

She felt two warm hands cup her face gently, the connection made her stomach churn. The same hands that just got done pounding in someone’s skull were now caressing her cheeks like lovers would do in the quiet of the night. Brutality mixed with intimacy. “Please don’t cry.” Takashi allowed himself to stroke away a few of her tears with his blood-smeared hands. Something inside of him cracked seeing her so scared, the way her body shook in his grasp. In his rage, he did the one thing he never wanted to do, expose her to the inner workings of the group. How could he ever begin to explain how they got here? How they used her for the greater good? Their Haruhi? His Haruhi? She was the unsuspecting black widow. Her ignorance of their group and their deals made her into the perfect candidate. She trusted without regard. Playing the role they needed. And this job was supposed to be no different. It enraged him how he allowed them to use her for so long. “Stop Takashi, you’re hurting me.” Haruhi’s voice quivered.

Her small plea brought him back into the present. His hands gripped tightly around her face. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry Haruhi. I would never…” His hands left her face as if she was made of fire. She brought her own hands clutching her face, wiping desperately to remove her tears and the blood smoothed over her cheeks. Her wide eyes stared back at him. “You killed someone.” Glancing back at the barely moving body he found himself staring at the man’s mangled face. “He isn’t dead.” Yet. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that this isn’t the first time and that soon this place would be crawling with others to clean up the mess and remedy their current situation. “I need you to do exactly as I say. Can you do that for me?” His hand reached for hers. Flinching away from his touch she eyed him cautiously. “How can I trust you after this?” Real shit show we have now Ootori. Bending down on one knee he reached out again offering his hand to her. Haruhi stood there looking down at the man covered in the blood of another human. Did she truly know who was kneeling before her? How long had this been going on? Her mind raced with more questions than answers she dared not ask for. Her fingers lightly settling on the tips of his hand. “You know that I have had feelings for you some time now, right?” His eyes looked up at hers, watching her face for even the slightest reaction. “More than anything all I ever wanted to do was keep you away from the cruelties of this world but myself and the others felt responsible for handling things outside the control of the government. And if you can even bear to be around me after this I will be eternally grateful but I need you to follow the instructions I give you exactly how I tell you. After that, I will tell you everything. Can you do that for me?” She allowed herself the smallest of nods, urging him to continue. “I am going to give you a business card. You need to walk two blocks south and sit on the bench next to the phonebooth. Do your best to not make eye contact with anyone. They will send an average looking black car within a few minutes. Hand the driver the card and go to the undisclosed location to clean up. Anything you need or want will be provided at no expense.” Twisting his wrist around he quickly checked the time before continuing. “Give me three hours and I will tell you everything you need to know. Deal?”

“Okay.” Springing up from bended knee he brought her into a hug tucking her swiftly into his chest. “I love you.” Leaning down he placed a small kiss into her hair before releasing her. “Three hours, I swear.” He watched her shift up her hood to cover her face before turning left out of the alley.

Once she was out of sight he turned back to the man slumped against the wall. Pressing two fingers against his throat he confirmed that the man was still alive. Tapping the earpiece twice he activated the location feature. An additional tap to begin speaking. “You heard all of that Shadow Lord?” “Yes, I will have the additional team pick her up and bring her to the west wing of the compound.” A pregnant pause lingered between them. “Now that she knows about the operation she has no choice. You know what we have to do with her don’t you?” “I never wanted her to be a knowing participant.” “I know. We can make sure she lives a relatively normal life with him.” “But I love her. More than he ever could.” “She will suspect him the least. You know the boss doesn’t like to get his hands dirty, Tamaki is the cleanest out of all of us. She will be able to live a comfortable life. And more importantly, she will be safe. She will be here soon and I need to alert the staff. See you shortly.”

One tiny beep later and Takashi was alone with their mark. “You just had to be selfish didn’t you, fucking prick?”

#takashi morinozuka #haruhi fujioka #Takashi x Haruhi #ouran high school host club #ouran host club #ohshc hikaru #ohshc fic #ohshc fanfiction #Kyoya Ootori #tamaki suoh #mafia au #mafia #human trafficking

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longeyelashedtragedy · 4 years

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Šime/Luka Mafia AU Moodboard 🔪❤️🔪

Happy birthday, @croatian-nt !!!

#sluka #originals #!!!

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ratsoh-writes · 1 year

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Masterlist 28

(*****)= suggestive

General

FAVORITES (all)

SO turns bitty for a week (hf ff ss sf)

dancing in your pjs (papyrus, star lilac jupiter)

kiss attack!!! (tt ot bt )

SO feels safe in their arms (ft ff hf sf ss)

someone accidentally sends a ton of money to his account

SO blinks like a lizard (us uf + mafias)

SO has a business making sex toys******

which (non virgins) haven't been with a human*****

waking up to doggy kisses (willow pitch sails)

stepkid says i love you for the first time

SO purrs when they see him

getting the least judgy guys to judge you (pop sails peaches fisher ram)

chubby SO (ft ff fs)

getting turned into an animal they hate

wiz sib wants to ask out their crush (papyrus, honey, mal, uf, ht)

SO is a nude model for an art school**

thoughts on travel (all)

advice they'd give their younger self (ls lf mafias)

aftercare (lf ss sf gt nt)******

SO has a miscarriage

SO gets in a car accident and is at the hospital (ut mt ms ul ls)

when his bro has a crush (nt fsr ot)

attachment styles (all)

rich SO tries to spoil him (ht hf hs hfm)

giving his bum a nice pat (peaches honey jupiter jasper cricket quill)

SO sends him a naughty picture (fot tt bt)****

SO leaves little love notes for him (lf ss sf gt nt)

tag you're it! (sans pluto G lens)

SO telepots his bro on a boat to propose (sans star red mal oak lord hook)

alien invasion (ul fot gt)

he accidentally hurts SO (ft ff fs)

date gets vertigo (ft ff fs)

bros reaction to taking in wiz sib (ut us sf)

bro think his SO is cheating (ut uf us fsg ht)

royals for a day (ut fsg ot)

stranger saves their life (st ss sf lf ls)

making stuffed animals kiss (st sf ss of nt)

SO cant say dish soap

favorite dairy products (all)

he wakes up to a stranger staring at him

clingy SO

if they weren't farmers (ft ff fs hfm)

interactions/poly hcs

the beef between the farm and farmswap bros

if oak and peaches were together

Worldbuilding

cat monster traits

trailrunners

shroomsnails

more magical plants/crops

fillerblot (jerry)

ebott specific careers

ALL BIRTHDAYS

famine aus struggle with babies*

cat allergies and cat monsters

human to monster first aid

stars curse

fae

The Mafias

ace's talents

bruisers talents

ace fun facts

Farmtale

ranchers talents

rosemarys talents

yosemites talents

peaches fun facts

rancher fun facts

Horrorfarm

moose and maples parents

Farmfell

rams talents

pitch talents

pitch and rams parents

Fellswap gold

wines talents

coffees talents

fluffy coffee

Fallouttale

some lens fun facts

lens talents

Seatale

fishers talents

jaspers talents

fisher fun facts

fisher fun facts 2

lustswap

sparks talents

lustfell

peppers talents

fluffy lush

Nomadtale

compass talents

Horrortale

oak fluffy facts

Underswap

stars crazy police stories

Gastertale

green relationship

where you can find green

Underfell

edge relationship

Horrorfell

noir relationship

noir fun facts

#masterlist #masterpost

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croatian-nt · 4 years

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Mafia au-Part four

Pairings: Luka Modrić/Šime Vrsaljko, Livi/Bruno mentioned

Word Count:

Warnings: mentions of past murder, blood, making out

Notes: Soo it’s finally here, sorry for the delay, online classes started this week and the whole earthquake situation kind of *shook* me(get it? get it? okay, I’ll stop now). As usual big thank you to @lovren-la-vida-luka for editing this. Anyway, enjoy :)

Šime

Šime had a very strong dislike for hospitals, to say the least. The smell of antiseptic, the white, sterile walls, and the general sense of dread they always seemed to give off. His dislike was so strong the word hate was on tip of his tongue whenever he set foot in one, or even thought about it, but he couldn't afford to have such strong feelings about anything in his job.

Deep down, he know that perhaps it was partly because it seemed that every time he walked into one, someone died. And he didn't mean the people he killed. Šime was long past the point when he would regret slitting someone's throat. Especially not someone who wanted to hurt Luka.

He swallowed. The drum of reckless energy was still pulsing through him. The urge to hurt, maim, kill everyone involved in this. He silently vowed that when this was all over, he was going to strangle Luka himself. Why the fuck did he go there – or anywhere, for that matter - without a gun?

He walked casually into the first room he found, unfazed by the way the nurse paled at the sight of him. He could only imagine how he looked, his body and face splattered with blood. He took a gun out, lazily pointing it at her.

"It's in both of our interests that you survive, and that I don't have to use this thing. So, I am looking for a friend. Short, slim, with longish blond hair. Sounds familiar?"

She nodded, and only then did Šime notice that she must have been an intern. Something like regret passed through him, but he pushed it away. Every second longer it takes for him to find Luka is a second spared for someone else to get there first. If the girl was smart, she'd listen to him and it would go smoothly. If not... well. This whole thing couldn't become much messier than it already was.

"Lead the way. If you scream or try to run, I am going to shoot you and show you as an example to the second nurse I'll find to help me. Got it?"

She paled even more, looking like she might faint, but thankfully she didn't. Šime hated hysterical people. They gave him a headache.

"Yes sir. He is in room 206, if I’m thinking of the right person."

Šime signaled her to exit the door. As promised, she quietly led him through the corridor and to the room 206. Šime relaxed a bit, reassured that he wouldn't have to kill her.

She opened the door, and there he was. Luka. Šime's heart squeezed in his chest. The harsh fluorescent light only made him look paler, sicklier. The gauze on his should was soaked with blood, and Šime clenched his fists as he looked at it.

As if he sensed Šime's presence, Luka's eyes blinked open, immediately focusing on him. He blinked once again, and then frowned.

"Well, this is a weird one. You aren't usually covered in blood in my dreams."

Šime took a sharp breath, biting inside of his cheek. Luka's face held such a honest, vulnerable expression it made him wish for impossible things.

It made him wish for a calm breeze on his face from an open window, the smell of coffee in the morning, and being able to just walk through a few rooms to find Luka at any time. To kiss him, right this second, first thing in the morning and any other time he wanted, without having to look over his shoulder.

Šime's insides recoiled as he snapped out of his fantasy, and he mentally slapped himself. What kind of wish is that? He should know better.

"You are not dreaming," he said, trying to make his voice sound as sharp as it did earlier.

He turned to the nurse again.

"Give me the key to this room. And you” - he glanced at Luka - "get dressed. We are leaving."

Šime could feel Luka's burning gaze on the nape of his neck when he turned from him. He didn't have the time to talk to him properly, and it was for the best. For the first time, Šime didn't trust himself to keep his cool. He was one step away from starting a shouting match.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?! Who are you, and who are your friends, actually? Jesus Christ Ante, you just killed someone!"

By the sound of it, the kid from the gallery shared his sentiment, but not his self restraint. Which was another reason they needed to hurry.

Luka put his torn button-up on, and Šime quietly mourned the loss of it. It was such a nice shirt, and before it was torn and bloodied. it looked amazing on Luka.

The nurse gave him the key and Šime fished out a small bottle from the pocket of his jacket. The nurse swallowed audibly, digging her nails into her palms. Šime smirked, but managed to stifle his laughter.

"Calm down. It's chloroform – but it's not for you. I'm just going to lock you in this room for a bit to buy us some time. Give me some gauze or something to put this on."

She walked over to a first aid box in the corner, never taking her eyes off Šime, and handed held out a thick white dressing without a word. Without breaking the silence, Šime took it with a hint of a smile, and Luka gave him a look. Šime knew that look, it was his "what-the-hell-are-you-doing-now" look. Well, perhaps if Luka didn't consistently prove that his plans sucked, maybe Šime would tell him about his.

Taking the key in one hand and the gauze in another, he exited the room, Luka trailing behind him still looking bemused and more delicate than usual. Šime locked the door behind them, and stared at the key for a moment. Then, after a moment of consideration, he walked over to the first open window he saw and, with a lightning fast flick of the wrist, he threw it.

"Did you just throw the key out of the window?!" Luka asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, Luka, of course not, you must be hallucinating from the blood loss,” Šime replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I actually swallowed the key. Now that's cleared up, let's move."

Luka rolled his eyes but followed him through the corridor. Šime opened the door and slipped inside silently, a skill he had perfected over the years. He braced himself and walked over to the gallery kid, grabbing his shoulder. The boy - or well, the man, he supposed, processing for the first time that he was actually slightly taller and broader than Šime himself - flinched, but Šime didn't ease his grip.

The need for violence burned through him again and he resisted the urge to just knock the kid out with a precise hit on the head. He saved Luka, and that was worth something.

“I am really sorry I have to do this, but we already gained too much attention without you making a scene and shouting Ante's name. Let's hope nobody heard that part.”

And then he pressed the chloroform-soaked gauze to his face. The guy struggled, but it was nothing compared to what Šime was used to, and after a few moments his body went limp in his arms.

Šime didn't miss the way Ante clenched his fists and was obviously resisting the urge to stop him and defend... what was his name again?

“Since you seem so keen on protecting him, you can carry him to the car,” Šime said, almost tossing him towards Ante, who caught him, scowling at Šime.

Šime rolled his eyes.

“And don't think you're getting away without explaining that mess. I am just in a hurry to get out of here. But there will be plenty of time during the ride to the safe house.”

“Safe house?” Luka asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Yes. We can't afford to be potentially followed to the main house. And you-” Šime sharply swept his gaze from Luka's pale face to his injured shoulder, and torn clothes, “need to be somewhere safe. That's the number one priority here.”

With that, Šime turned and walked towards the exit, not checking if they followed him. If they really wanted to die in this stupid hospital, then fine. Šime wasn't about to hang around and join them.

When all three, or, well, technically four, of them finally reached the car, Šime was already nervously glancing around the parking lot. They had been here for way longer than he would have liked.

Livi was waiting for them, of course, his fingers anxiously tapping on the steering wheel. His shoulders relaxed a bit when he caught the sight of Šime, and his eyes widened when he saw Ante carrying someone. Šime should really teach him how to hide his emotions better.

“How do you plan on all of us fitting in car, with Tin unconscious?” Ante asked sharply, but Šime didn't even turned towards him.

“Put him in the trunk, hell, tie him to the roof for all I care. As long as you do it fast.”

He could see the way Ante's jaw clenched and eyes narrowed. Ante was known for his lack of reaction, but for some reason he was slipping... that was the most emotion Šime had seen in his notoriously stony face since he met him five years ago. Interesting.

Šime took the front seat, which left Ante and Luka in the backseat, with Ante arranging... what had Ante called him? Tim? to sit between them, with his head leaning on Ante's shoulder. It looked almost domestic, forcing Šime to bat away his own daydreams once again.

As if he'd read his mind, Luka caught Šime's gaze in rear mirror, his honey eyes trapping him for a moment. Šime pursed his lips, pushing the worry, the anger and everything else back down. There will be time to talk, but it wasn't now.

“Drive. You know the way,” he told Livi flatly, tearing his eyes away from Luka's and looking ahead.

When the car started and they left the parking lot without another incident, Šime turned his gaze towards Ante.

“So... care to enlighten us as to how you and Tim know each? And why he freaked out earlier?”

Ante shifted, turning his eyes to the side window, obviously uncomfortable with Šime's prying. This was nothing new, if they really thought about it no one truly knew anything about Ante, but there was something different about it this time. Instead of cold and indifferent, he seemed... cagey. His look was one Šime had seen dozens of times on the faces of people he was seconds away from forcing a secret out of.

“His name is Tin, with an N, not Tim. And we went to the same high school. But that was in another part of the country. I haven’t seen or heard from him in years, and I genuinely have no idea what he’s doing here.”

Šime shrugged. That really wasn't the part he was concerned about. Tim- Tin - was just at the wrong place and at the wrong time. With too good intentions. Šime glanced to his unconscious face and felt himself warming to him, just a little.

If he wasn't there, Luka would probably be dead.

Šime shook his head, chasing that thought away. He really shouldn't think of that. He couldn't, not if he was to keep up his professional facade while Ante and Livi were around.

"It looked a bit more personal than that to me."

Ante crossed his arms over his chest, and Šime knew he hit a nerve. It was like poking a bear with a stick to get a reaction. Ante was such an enigma because he never talked about anything from the past. But when someone just waltzes in like this... well, things get a little harder to hide.

"Look, while it's great that Tin here saved Luka's life, if you think I will hesitate to put a bullet through his brain if he is the faintest bit suspicious, you are gravely mistaken. So if you want him to live, you better start talking."

Ante swallowed, and Šime let the silence stretch, knowing Ante would break under pressure. If he felt better pretending he actually weighed up both options, Šime wasn't about to break his illusion. But since a big part of his job was to read people and find their weaknesses... he knew he had him the moment he said Tin's name.

"Fine. We used to date. Back in high school. But everything I said is true, I haven’t seen him in years, and he isn't dangerous by any means, I swear. He's just a fucking artist, for God's sake!"

Šime raised his eyebrows.

"That artist of yours knocked out two trained men with guns, without even giving them a chance to fight back. Maybe you want to try that again."

Ante chewed on his bottom lip, deciding how much he could say.

"That's because I trained him in self defense, okay? But there is a reason he didn't try to fight them. If he was any kind of threat, don't you think he would have been able to fight you earlier?"

That was a fair point. To be fair, Šime didn't really think Tin was dangerous, but after all that had happened today, he wasn't about to let any potential threat slide.

"Alright, I trust you, and that means I trust him. But for now, he won't be able to leave the safe house. He saw our faces and until I am certain he won't go straight to the police, he isn't going anywhere."

Ante nodded, but he didn't relax. Šime supposed he was aware he’d be the one responsible for keeping Tin from getting out. Šime glanced to Luka again, the way the setting sun painted his face and hair into red tones and he felt a pang in his heart. He quickly averted his gaze. He definitely wasn't envious of Ante's task.

Livi was quiet during the entire ride, his eyes fixed on the road. Despite the fact that his baby face usually made him seem a few years younger than he was, the look in his eyes was that of a man four times his age.

The rest of the ride was spent in loaded silence, and when the car finally stopped, Livi jumped out as if the thing was about to explode, but Šime stayed in the car a moment longer, just watching the way Ante gently eased Tin out and scooped him up.

Luka would never let him do that, no matter how injured he was. Because his reputation was more important.

No, because he doesn't want anyone to know about you, how he feels about you. Because he doesn't love you. At least not as much as you love him.

Šime grit his teeth and exited the car, making sure he doesn't glance in Luka's direction. He knew Luka would struggle to open the door without jostling his shoulder, but there was nothing he could do. Nothing that Luka wouldn't see as an implication of weakness, anyway.

Ante was already at the door, with Tin in his arms, and Luka wasn't far behind. Livi went to joining them, but Šime stopped him with a firm hand on his shoulder.

"I am not going to ask you how you knew Luka was going to be in danger, because I keep my word. But if I find out you had something to do with this... believe me, you'll have far bigger problems than Dalić finding out about it. Got it?"

Livi held his gaze, unwavering. Sometimes Šime let himself slip and forget exactly who Livi was, but in moments like this, he would be sharply reminded with perfect clarity of just who he was dealing with... and who raised him.

"Got it. I mean, you were pretty clear. I just find it insulting that you think I would be dumb enough to plan Luka's assassination and then tell you about it beforehand."

Šime snorted, the weight lifting of his shoulders a bit. He was really starting to like Livi. He really didn't want to kill him.

"Okay, you can go see your lover boy now. Ante and I can handle it from here."

Livi gave him an honest smile, and the ancient look in his eyes disappeared for a brief moment. He actually looked 23, young and carefree as he should be. Not that Šime knew anything about that from personal experience.

As he climbed the stairs to the door and made his way to Luka's room, he let his mind wander back, to when he was 16.

The air was crisp and cold, the wind sharply making it's way through people's coats and making them tremble. Šime liked that kind of weather.

It meant people were walking quickly, and paying less attention to their surroundings, eager to get away from the cold. That made his job so much more easier.

Stumbling or colliding into people was his specialty. Supporting them with their right hand a apologizing profusely, making it seemed like an unfortunate accident on his part. A misstep. Nobody ever payed attention to his left hand.

Nobody before Luka.

Šime collided with a short boy with blond hair. He was nothing special from afar - he looked around Šime's age, maybe a few years older but it was hard to be sure, considering his height - but his clothes were nice enough for Šime to try to get his wallet. Or watch. Or both, if he had enough time.

What he didn't expect was for the boy to move frighteningly fast as soon as Šime fished out his wallet, tightly gripping his wrist. Šime's breath caught in his throat. Nobody caught him stealing before.

He stared at the boy, his honey eyes reminding him of the light of a candle. Lighting up a room if used properly, and burning down the entire house if you got too careless.

"I plead not guilty?" Šime whispered, his voice trembling.

The other boy let out a startled laugh, shaking his head a bit. He gave Šime a long, calculating look, before letting go of his wrist.

"Would you like a job? One that could use your... expertise?"

Šime came back to the present, grounding himself with the feeling of a cold steel knob in his hand. He took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Luka was sitting on a chair next to the bed, trying to change his dressing himself. Šime watched him fumble with the gauze for a moment, and then stepped into the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

"Let me," he said, and Luka flinched.

He didn't hear him. That was unusual - Luka was always aware of the smallest sounds and movement. It was a rare occurrence for Šime to sneak up to him even when he tried.

Šime pushed away his worry and stepped closer, slowly, making sure not to make any sudden movements.

"I am not some scared animal," Luka snapped, crossing his arms over his chest and immediately wincing in pain.

Šime didn't answer. He stopped behind Luka, and their eyes met in the mirror. Šime carefully brushed Luka's hair to the left side, so he could take a better look at his injured shoulder.

It was more or less a clean wound, or rather two, where the bullet passed right through the shoulder, but the marks were still startlingly red next to Luka's pale skin.

"No, you are not. But that doesn't mean I can't be careful with you. Really, it says more about me than you."

Luka swallowed and kept quiet and Šime took that as his agreement to change his dressing. He wrapped the bandage in silence, even making a conscious effort not to breathe too loudly in the stillness, and when he was almost finished Luka spoke.

"I got distracted. I should have noticed that man sooner, but I didn't. I got distracted, because of you, and it almost cost me my life."

Šime finished wrapping the gauze and made sure it was secured before taking a step back.

"Then tell me to leave."

"What?" Luka asked, sitting up straighter in the chair.

Šime met his eyes, amber and brown opal clashing.

"Tell me to leave. If I am really such a burden, such a threat to your life - then tell me to leave. I can promise you, I will walk out of that door without another word and you'll never see me again. I won't make this hard on you, if that's what you want, say so and I'm gone."

Luka stared, swallowed. Šime almost caved when he saw his lost, desperate look he gave him.

"You know I can't do that."

Šime closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, before opening them again, catching Luka's eyes once again.

"Then ask me to stay. Just... just for God's sake, Luka, make up your mind already. Because I feel like I'm trying to reach for smoke here and as much as it would hurt losing you... I feel like I already am. So just make a choice. For both of our sakes."

Luka turned, opened his mouth and closed it. And then nodded.

"Do I... do I need to make a decision now?"

Everything in Šime wanted to scream: YES! We have been dancing around this for years, how much more time could you possibly need?! Just tell me what you want already!

But he bit his tongue, and smoothed his face into his usual calm, collected facade.

"No, of course not. But you should do it soon. Especially considering…" Šime paused, sweeping his eyes over Luka's shoulder and then back to his face, "…these new developments. I'd imagine things will get quite messy soon."

Luka pursed his lips and nodded once again, and Šime turned on his heel, ready to leave.

"Wait!"

Šime spun back around, finding Luka on his feet now. Before Šime could ask what was wrong, or say anything at all, Luka stepped closer and his lips were on Šime's.

Šime gasped, and Luka got even closer, tangling his hands into Šime's messy curls. His breath was warm in Šime's mouth, and unlike this morning he tasted of blood. Šime chose to ignore that, and kissed him back, hard.

It was as if a dam had been broken, and they couldn't stop kissing each other. Even when they parted for breath, one of them would press smaller, quick kisses to the other's lips. Šime because he wanted to make sure Luka was alive, and breathing and okay, and Luka because he wanted to make sure he didn't waste his chance this time around.

Finally, they stopped, their foreheads leaning against each other, and panting for air. The silence was different now – still charged, but no longer uncomfortable. They didn't have to say anything to understand what the other was thinking.

"I don't want you to leave. But I... I don't know how to do this either. I don't know how to keep you safe, hell, apparently I don't even know how to keep myself safe. And you are putting yourself at a higher risk now, just by being around me."

Šime sighed, playing with a lock of Luka's silky hair as he considered the answer.

"Nobody is promised safety, especially not in our line of business. And we'll figure out the rest. As long as we are together."

Luka opened his mouth to say something else, but before he could, Šime kissed him again. It was a quick, bruising kiss and Šime smiled against Luka's mouth as he gasped.

"You need to get some rest. You almost died. Trust me, I'll find out more about what happened by the time you wake up. Okay?"

Luka still looked uncertain, unused to not doing everything on his own. Even when others did things without him, he knew exactly what they were doing. This required trust. Both Šime and Luka trusted very few people, but they both knew that if this was going to work, they needed to trust each other completely.

"Okay."

Šime kissed Luka's forehead, and left without another word. Right before he closed the door, he glanced back at Luka and found him still standing where he left him, looking right back at him. When Šime closed the door with a soft click, he felt as if he lost something precious.

Which was ridiculous. Wasn't it? Well, it was, until Šime's phone rang.

He didn't have the number saved in his phone - that would be stupid for a multitude of reasons - but he memorized that number long time ago. It usually showed on Luka's phone though, not Šime's.

"Vrsaljko," Šime answered, his voice cold, almost robotic.

The person on the other end of the phone chuckled darkly, and the hairs on Šime's arms stood on end. There was something about that voice that never failed to make Šime shudder and make something cold and heavy settle in his stomach.

"Yes, I am aware. I just heard about Luka's... incident. I assume he is alright, since you answered the call?"

Šime hated the fact the other man knew that, if Luka died, Šime would already be on a killing mission. Šime was very much used to being the reader, not the metaphorical book, and it made him uncomfortable that someone could so effortlessly read even the chapters he made an effort to keep glued shut.

"Yes, he's alive."

"Good. I also presume you don't have any information other than what I heard from Livaković and Rebic?"

Šime's breath caught in his throat. Lying to Dalić was never wise. But hell if Šime was going to break his promise to Livi.

"No."

"I need you to do something for me," Dalić continued, brushing off the previous topic, "now that Luka is injured. I am sure Luka won't be out of action for long, but while he is, you are one of few people I trust to be... discreet."

Shit. This couldn't be good.

Šime knew something was very, very wrong. He knew that Dalić was doing this behind Luka's back for a reason far more important than him being injured, even before he said anything.

"I am listening."

"I need you to arrange a hit for me... I just found out who ordered the shooting at the gallery."

Šime could barely hear anything over the static in his ears. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and the gentleness and suspicion bled out of him. Only rage was left. He gripped the phone tighter, until he thought the screen might crack.

"Who?" he hissed through clenched teeth. He knew that Dalić wasn't the type for dramatic pauses, so the eternal wait for the other man to answer was probably, in reality, a split second. Finally, he spoke.

"Danijel Subašić."

And in that moment, as he remembered stories of Luka's stories from his childhood, and him and Suba saving each other's lives before they join opposite mafias, Šime was certain of one thing. Things would never be the same again.

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