#your cooks don't care that you are a from mafia cause they just got out of jail

[queers-gambit]

Let the Bodies Hit the Floor

prompt: what happens when Tangerine's little lady is targeted in their home?

pairing: Tangerine x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Bullet Train

word count: 9.1k+

note: this got away from me. like wtf is this plot, Cherry?

warnings: author still runs with Tangerine's name being Aaron and Lemon's being Brian. inspired by GIF, established relationship, Russian Mafia vibes, physical violence / assault, blood, character injury, small angst, mostly hurt and comfort, Tan and Lem standing on business.

The skirt of the designer dress fanned around your thighs when you turned swiftly from the stovetop to a separate counter in order to collect the chopped vegetables. Light music filled the space between the sizzling of different dishes cooking, bare feet sticking to the linoleum floor of the kitchen.

"Right," your sweetheart, Aaron, announced as he jogged down the glass stairs while fixing his cuff link, entering the shared space, "know I hate t'do this, love, but I promise we won't be long."

You smirked, "Uh-huh, and where have I heard that before? Oh! That's right, when you - "

"Oi, oi, oi, you know I ain't mean to disappear in fuckin' Kyoto for 6 weeks, love," he repeated in exasperation, "please, stop holdin' that against me."

"I'm not," you sang in a singsong voice, dropping the vegetables to the stir fry you were preparing, "but you know, you say you won't be long, and then you disappear for random amounts of time."

"You know why," he sighed, buttoning his suit jacket as he closed the distance between you, "and you know it ain't my choice."

"Yeah, yeah, job first, girlfriend second."

"Not even close t'what my priorities are," he smirked, snatching your hand to twirl you around and tug you closer to face him. You grinned up at him, hands landing on his chest; letting his arms lock around you to keep you pressed against his impeccably sculpted body. "You look so beautiful tonight," he whispered, eyes flickering over you, "just love you in this dress. Could ravish you right here, right now."

"Yeah?" You cooed, "Recognize it?"

"Hm, feels rather expensive," he pet around your hips and waist, cheekily moving them around to grip both arse cheeks; causing you to gasp lightly, "thinkin' I must've gotten it for yah. Huh?"

"From Paris last month," you chuckled.

"Ah, yeah, I remember. Lemon was right hacked off we spent so much time shoppin', but no way was I gonna come home without something for yah." He sniffled and patted one hand in a gentle smack on your bottom, continuing, "Now, listen, sweetheart, I know tonight's real important to yah, so, I promise, Lemon and I will be back before the main course, yeah?"

You tisked, "Don't fucking call him that, you know I hate it."

"Apologies, lovely girl. Listen, I won't have my phone on, so, you need me, call Brian - "

"'If I need you'? See, now it's sounding like you're gonna disappear again, Aaron," you complained. "What the hell's this job anyway?"

"Nah, don't worry 'bout nothin'," he promised, "'cause we'll be back in time for your li'l dinner party."

"You know tonight's important for us - both of us!"

His eyes rolled, "Yes, yes, t'finally get your father's approval, right?"

"More like my whole family," you reminded with a roll of your eyes. "Goddamnit, I knew you weren't gonna take this seriously - "

"No, hey," he soothed, squeezing his hands to gently jostle you into silence, "tonight's very important to me, darlin'. I swear it, yeah? We'll be back in time, promise you."

"Good, you better."

"But in case, call Brian - "

"Aaron!"

He grinned, watching your own lips spread, "Jesus Christ, can't take a joke no more, can yah?"

"Maybe on less important days."

"Duly noted." The apartment's buzzer sounded, your boyfriend sighing, "Right, then. That'd be Lem - aht, ahem, Brian." He frowned, "Feel bad skippin' out on yah like this, but duty calls, baby."

"Mhm," you hummed, lifting on your toes to peck his lips. "Just be careful, please."

"I always am."

"You literally crashed a Bullet Train into an entire village - "

"Told yah, that was the Ladybug twat!"

"You also got shot! A centimeter to the side and you'd have bled out your fucking jugular."

"Again, the Ladybug twat."

"Potato, po-ta-toe."

Aaron chuckled, kissing you again, his mustache tickling your skin; groaning in annoyance when the buzzer sounded again - but for a prolonged time. "All right," he pulled back only to peck your lips again, "I'm off but I'll be back real soon. Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Good without me?"

"I have to be," you teased, petting the lapels of his suit jacket and readjusting his tie. "Go, before you give your brother a fucking aneurism."

"Right," he chirped, pecking your forehead with a loud smooch. Swiftly, Aaron reached over to pluck a carrot from the wok, hissing from the heat, "oh, hot, hot, hot!" You swatted his bottom as he stepped away, eating the veggie, knowing you hated when he sampled your cooking while in the midst of actually cooking. "Mh! Tastes divine, sweetheart, maybe a bit more garlic. Love you!" He called over his shoulder, dropping a quick wink.

"Love you," you repeated, smiling; feeling lucky in love. You watched him go; his curls slicked back, classic navy blue suit on to make the crisp white button-up stand out, his shiny dress shoes winking at you. With a sigh, you focused again on prepping an admirable meal for the evening, planning on hosting both your divorced parents, their partners, and three older siblings.

Obviously, as the youngest kid, any and everyone you dated fell under heavy scrutiny.

The plan was to shmooze them into accepting Aaron as your lover, something your father and eldest brother were specifically vehemently against. But you weren't a little girl anymore, they couldn't dictate who you loved, but you could do your part to make your contract killer boyfriend more appealing to your kin. Easier said than done, but tonight was about at least trying.

So, you cooked a series of dishes to present on the grand dining table your boyfriend had furnished your apartment with, yet never utilized. Humming to the music, you hopped around the cooking space, and about an hour later, the apartment's buzzer was sounding in an obnoxious echo.

Dusting your hands off, you rushed to the comms system and pressed the big green button that unlocked the door building's front door. You left the door to your flat unlocked for easier access, rushing back to the kitchen to finish plating dinner. Not a minute later, the door opened and in walked your family; bottle of wine in your father's hand and a bouquet of flowers in your mother's.

Your father, Edward, had his newest wife on his arm; in the tallest heels you ever saw and a dress made of sequins, being far too short for this kind of event.

You mother, Linda, powered walked ahead of everyone with her boytoy of the month kept a close distance to the matriarch. He was probably just a few years older than you - but you were dating a contract killer agent, there was no room for judgement.

Your eldest brother, Robert, or better known as Bobby, entered with an aurora of arrogance; instantly looking around and judging your home unfairly. You sister, Mabel, just looked stony and stoic; completely bored of that night already. Lastly, your brother older by just a single year, Jonathan, or John, or John Boy, followed behind your siblings, wearing a thick gold chain against a classless wife beater.

"Oh, I'm so glad you made it!" You squealed, opening your arms and practically skipping close to greet your parents and their partners. "About time, don't you think?" You smiled at your father, hugging him first and kissing his cheek.

"Well... Guess better late than never," he begrudgingly agreed. "You remember my wife, Crystal?"

"Of course," you tried to politely smile and offered the fake-blonde a greeting kiss to her cheek, "lovely to see you again."

"Thanks for the invite," her tired voice drawled; indicating she'd rather be literally anywhere else.

"Mum," you moved along, hugging and kissing her cheek, too. "You're look fit."

"Thank you," she sighed.

Looking to her boyfriend, you greeted, "Thanks for coming, Keith - "

"It's Toby."

You blinked, "Huh?"

"Name's Toby," he explained.

"Right, right, Toby, my fault," you apologized, ignoring the look he sent your mother as you greeted Bobby, Mabel, and John Boy.

After, your father stiffly asked, "So? Where is he? This boyfriend you want us all t'like so much, huh? Not even out here to greet us?"

"Running an errand, but he and his brother will be back for dinner."

Bobby scoffed, "So, we do all this for him and he's not even home? Wow... Real stand-up guy, innit he?"

"You're also here to see me, aren't you?"

"We see enough of you, we're here for your dumbass boyfriend you're so enamored with that you missed Christmas last year."

"Bobby," you warned, taking your mother's flowers and heading back into the open-concept kitchen to locate a vase and fill it with water. "You're gonna play nice tonight or I'm gonna be really pissed," you warned your family, "and I'll cancel the New Years trip."

"Woah, hang on," your sister, Mabel, interjected, "let's not be hasty, the night's only just beginning - no need for threats."

"I know," you smirked at her, "it's called incentive."

"Truly your father's daughter," you mother scoffed and rolled her eyes. Edward just mocked her and handed over the wine bottle; making your mother snip, "No drinks to offer us? Not a very diligent hostess, are you, darling?"

Her sickly sweet tone gave you a cavity, but this was simply how your mother behaved when around her ex-husband - all passive aggressive and holier than thou.

You pointed, "There's an entire cart behind you, there. Help yourself."

"Hm," she hummed, nodding, turning to make herself a hefty bourbon with Toby right behind her.

"Um," Crystal hummed, "do you have seltzers?"

You almost laughed but managed not to, "No, no, just win and whatever liquor's on the cart."

"It's a nice place you've got, love, if not overly expensive," Linda cut off anything Crystal might've said; complimenting you stiffly, looking around as the amber liquid was poured, "bit empty, though, innit? I don't see one single family photo, not a personable damn thing."

"Oh, well, Aaron and I just like the minimalistic aesthetic," you deflected; the truth being, Aaron was constantly on the move for his job, there was no real time or reason to decorate the flat. You began transporting the large dishes on the kitchen counters to the table, your other brother, John, springing into action to help.

To say it was awkward was the simplest way to put it. After pouring herself a second drink, Linda started to trade insults with Edward; both telling the other how pathetic it is to find younger lovers. Mabel rolled her eyes but listened carefully, ever the quiet mouse who opted to observe rather than be seen. Bobby was snooping through anything he could get a hand on; attempting to know Tangerine without outright meeting him yet. John Boy didn't care this way or that, happy to just be involved and set the table for you.

"Chow's on!" You announced, leading everyone to the table and take whatever seat they liked.

"You know," Bobby started, "think it's a bit weird."

"What is?" You asked, handing Mabel the steamed sticky rice.

Bobby gestured around, "The whole thing. I mean, I'm almost tempted to believe you've made this Aaron character up. What kinda man skips out on a family meal like this?"

"A man who has a very demanding job," you snapped, the table still passing dishes around to take their fill. "I didn't ask you guys here to fucking harp on him, I asked you to just give him a chance and get to know him."

"Why should we even bother?"

"Because he's important to me!"

"You honestly think this is gonna last?" Bobby scoffed, shaking his head and passing the vegetables.

"Of course I do, I know how strong my relationship is. What the hell do you expect me to say, do, think, or feel if Aaron and I get married, and my family's feuding with the groom - "

"I beg your pardon?" Edward snapped, making the table go silent. "You're gonna marry this bloke?"

"No, Daddy, he hasn't proposed or anything, but we have been together almost 7 years" you explained. "I just used it as an example. Aaron's going to be in my life for a long time, I'd really appreciate everyone getting along."

"I think that's reasonable," Crystal smiled.

"Oh, shove it, nobody asked you," Linda sneered.

"Could you maybe not be a raging bitch for five minutes?" Edward snapped, dropping the cutlery with a loud clatter. "Don't talk to her like that - "

"The trollop doesn't get an opinion on family affairs!"

"Now that we're married," he held up his left hand, golden band visible, "she does get an opinion. It's your newest toy that shouldn't talk!"

"I didn't even say anything, mate," Toby scoffed.

"I'm not your 'mate', silly boy - "

The table erupted in a busy and loud argument, you slumping back into your chair; listening to your siblings attempt to resolve the feud. You thanked yourself for making the conscious decision to have this little dinner party at home instead of a restaurant; knowing Linda and Edward were never able to resist a good screaming match, even if in public. You sipped your wine mutely, eyes darting back and forth between either sides of the table.

However, they were silenced when there came a pounding at your front door. Three distinct, punctuated knocks of a fist, your mind instantly jumping to thinking it was the police - nobody else knocked like that. You went rigid instantly, brow furrowing, your father asking, "Expecting more company, honey?"

"No," you shook your head, already out of your seat and heading for the door - when suddenly - it was kicked in. Your scream was shrill from shock. The force of the violent entry splintered the doorframe; knob colliding with drywall, indenting it from the jarring movement. You yelped in shock, trying to back up, but there came a flood of armed men that instantly rushed you. You were only briefly aware of chairs scraping on hardwood floor as your family leapt up in shock.

Long gone was the argument, your family mutually screaming in fear.

These intruders yelled in Russian, fanning out to gather you and your family in harsh grips; shoving everyone into the living room. You were forced to sit down, at least one armed man posted for each of you, the others spreading out and searching the flat.

"What's happening? What the hell is happening!?" Mabel squeaked through her huffy breath, the men exchanging a few words before one stepped forward with his gun drawn at the ready. "Please, there's some mistake! Please, please, why are you - what is happening!? You can't do this! We only - "

"You," one of the intruders spoke with a heavy accent and a thick, pointed finger, "quiet." From his utility belt, the Russian produced several zip ties, demanding, "Hands. Hands, together! Now! You understand, eh!? Hands! Your hands! Now! Right now!"

Another henchman barked in Russian, telling you to comply or things would get messy. "Just do what they say," you whispered, pressing your wrists together and presenting them. They were secured tightly, your parents, their partners, and siblings enduring the same, and by the time the last zip was tied, the other henchmen returned.

You identified what was reported: "He's not here, no trace where he went."

"No, hmmm," mused the man obviously in charge, "well, that's all right, his girlfriend is right here." Your eyes widened as the Russian turned to look at you with a sadistic smirk. "Heard he's real protective of you, likes you a lot. Huh? Heard he once broke a man's collarbone for just looking at you - must be very important, yeah. What do you think he will do when he finds you - ruined?"

"You're not gonna do anything," you seethed between gritted teeth, "because you know he'd kill you all. Now, there's been no harm done so far, so there's time to walk away and I'll guarantee he or his brother won't come after you."

The Russian chuckled, "Oh-ho! Hear that, boys? Good old Tangerine's domesticated now. Takes orders from his bitch, and boy, she likes to bark!" Other henchmen chuckled, a few picking at the abandoned dinner. "I think it's time we send him our message, no?" The leader grinned to his men, earning a chorus of agreement.

Your eyes widened when the man lunged forward and yanked you to your feet, yellowed teeth gnashing in your face. "Whole family can watch!" Another intruder barked, curating a wave of laughter, "Call it, uh, bonding? Trauma bonding?"

"Oh, I like that," the leader of the kill squad grinned.

You gasped when the Russian balled his fist and socked you directly in the diaphragm; winding you, bending you at the waist, and giving him the vantage point to rocket his fist upwards into your nose. There was a sickly snap, you whimpering when a different Russian shoved you from behind and forced you to your knees; three different men joining the relentless and savage beating. You were kicked, punched, breaking several bones, being spat on, shoved over, and made to bleed your own blood. Though you hadn't wanted to, wanting to appear strong and unfazed, you cried out when the pain became too much; heaving for breath and praying the next kick to the head was enough to knock you unconscious.

But you weren't so lucky and wishful thinking was simply that: wishful, not applied or actual. Your family begged and pleaded for mercy, flinching when you spat blood on numerous occasions; shoes squeaking when they stepped in the globs. Everyone helpless and powerless in the current predicament, no hero to swoop in and save the day; your family knowing they were yelling into thin air and their words fell upon deaf ears. They could only watch and listen as you took the brunt end of three angry Russian's brute strength.

The leader had lit up a cigarette, watching his men physically assault you with an air of entertainment and aloofness. This went on for several long, agonizing minutes; you eventually going limp. "Hm," he waved his hand through the smoke, inhaling nicotine, "enough, boys, that's enough. She gets it, she gets we mean business." His men complied and backed away from you, letting the leader kneel at your head on blood-smeared hardwood floor. "You tell Tangerine and Lemon who did this, huh? Yeah? You tell them for me."

You spat blood in the Russian's face, smirking in satisfaction when it hung off his nose in a humiliating display of your stubbornness.

"Ah, I see," he wiped the blood clear, regarding it on his hand before bare-knuckle punching your head back into the ground. You were instantly dazed, groaning, the man continuing, "Now that you got that out of your system, you will remember my name. Huh? Ivan, yes? You remember that? Ivan. Fucking Ivan Kostka, you tell Tangerine and Lemon Ivan Kostka did this."

"The fuck does it matter who you are!?" You whimpered, eyes burning and being kept screwed tight. "You're a deadman walking, nobody cares about your fucking name except whoever inscribes your tombstone."

"Because your fruity boyfriend and his twin took something very valuable from me," the Russian leered, "and I have come to collect it back into my possession. You tell them, Ivan did this to you. I want them to know they are not untouchable - not to me. Not to my men. Tangerine can try to protecting you all he wants, but there will always be a time and place to act." Then, he laughed, "Know how easy it was for us to get here? Huh? Bit too easy, I admit. See, we picked up Tangerine's trail and followed him here. All we had to do was be patient for our opportunity."

"Who the fuck is Tangerine?" John was heard whispering to the others, a series of shrugs replying. The Russian gave a new command and several men divided to use their weapons to wreck the flat you called home; tearing up pillows, smashing spider-web cracks to the windows, tossing plates and mugs, overturning a bookcase, throwing expensive crystal glasses to watch the shards scatter.

Ivan continued to explain, "Your stupid fucking family talk so loud, eh, it is miracle they are not in witness protection, huh? We see them at your door, and when you opened for them, oh, it was easy to, ehhh, just follow them inside. Yeah? And now, here we are," he smirked. "I am sorry about this, though. You've such a pretty face, I almost don't want t'taint it," he pet a finger down your bloodied cheek.

"Go to hell!" You hissed.

"Oh, I will be when the Reaper comes for me. Remember, tell Tangerine it was Ivan... Ivan Kostka did this," he gestured to your tattered form, "and that I want my Faberge Egg and little sister back or this will get a lot worse for everyone involved."

You coughed as the man stood, whistling sharply and commanding his men to follow. The moment they were gone, as your family erupted in panicked screams, Mabel raced for the kitchen and snatched up a knife from the counter. Returning, your sister carefully uncut everyone's ties, your mother gasping and dropping to her knees when freed.

"What have you gotten us into, you stupid girl!?" She cried, massaging her constricted wrists.

You manage to mumble before passing out, "Call Brian."

Tangerine and Lemon had been on their own stakeout, tracking a gang of Russians accused of money laundering. He had forgotten to put his phone on the charger the night before, it dying and being left behind at his flat; so when there came a vibration, he knew it was Lemon's phone.

He hate the sound of the vibrations in the cupholder. "Oi, gonna fuckin' answer that?" Tangerine snapped, staring out the windshield.

"Uh, bruv?" Lemon turned the phone for Tan to see, guessing, "It's for you, I'm sure." The contact name displayed your home number.

Tangerine sighed and accepted the call with it on speaker, "Yeah, hello? Love? That you?"

"A-Aaron?"

"Linda?" Tan questioned in curiosity, hearing your mother's soft sob. "What's goin' on? What's wrong? Why're you calling? Where's Y/N?"

"Th-There's been an accident."

"What kind of accident?"

"The kind that involve angry Russians looking for some egg and someone's little sister? I don't know - "

"Oh, fuck me! Don't move, we're on our way," he rushed, hanging up. "Oi, fuck this, mate, get us back home," he barked at his brother, "we gotta get back now. Like right fucking now!"

"We can't just - "

"What? Leave our post?" Tan snapped. "Brian, you know where we are right now?"

He glanced outside, "Uh... Little Italy?"

"Fuckin' wanker," Aaron snapped. "No, this shipping yard is owned by the Kostka's - Russian crime family. You heard Linda, means the tip tonight was a set up t'get us away from the flat. They probably moved while we were absent. Now, c'mon, fucking hustle!"

Lemon connected the dots and started the engine, peeling away at a dangerous speed to navigate the city back to the high-rise apartment you and Tan shared. He couldn't explain why, but Tangerine could feel his heart in his throat; a sick feeling taking over at the thought of the Russians setting this entire thing up.

Why send he and Lemon to stakeout the shipping yard? Why remove them from the equation?

Upon arriving at the shattered front door, both men in pressed clothes came to a jarring halt, taking in the sight. The flat was a wreck, literal feathers from pillows still floating in the air, their dress shoes cracking over shattered glass.

Tan caught sight of your hunched body sitting on the couch. "Right, the fuck is this, then?" He demanded, striding up to where your family had surrounded you. "The hell happened? Swear t'God, I'll put a bullet... In... Whoever..." He trailed, pausing when he saw your state. Tangerine slowly squatted in front of you, gently trying to coax your chin up, "Lemme see, darlin', c'mon, c'mon, lemme see, c'mere."

When you met his baby blues, you could only watch as tears filled them - knowing they'd never fall. "I'm sorry," you whispered, throat soar from the beating; making you sound a lot hoarser than ever before.

"For what? You did nothing, love, nothing - couldn't have deserved this, now could yah?" He rushed to comfort, caressing your jaw in both hands to look you over. There was a long gash in your hairline that dripped racing drops of blood down your face. "This is my fault, I know it is, God fucking damn it. Who the fuck did this? Hey? You remember, darling? Remember anythin' 'bout these men?" But you were silent from shock. So, he addressed the room by barking, "Does anyone? What the hell happened here, tonight!?"

Your father cleared his throat before knocking back the last swig of his whiskey. "These Russian fuckers," Ed answered. "Big lot of 'em, too, all with scary lookin' tattoos and fucking guns. Some were automatic." He eyed your boyfriend, "Associates of yours?"

"Fucking hell," Tangerine looked up at his brother, "think they want the Faberge back?"

Lemon frowned, "Possibly, but that's only if - "

"Ivan," you whispered suddenly, Tangerine and Lemon both looking back at you in mild shock. "He said his name was Ivan and he wanted you two t'know there was no hiding from him. He wants back whatever it is you two took."

"Yeah, they want the fucking Egg," Tangerine's jaw flexed as he glared at the floor, sighing deeply, and then looking back at you. "Hey," he whispered, "I'm just glad you're alive and well-enough. Yeah? You're my priority, sweetheart, nothing else matters."

You sniffled, "I'm okay."

"Like hell you are," he shook his head, gently prodding around your bruised face and sighing, "look at yah. You're definitely not okay, sweetheart. Right, then, listen, we'll go to a safe house for the time being - "

"A what?" John asked incredulously.

"A safe house," Lemon repeated, "you know? Somewhere not on record to let us hide discreetly?"

"I know what it is - but why go?"

"Can't stay here, mate, it's compromised," Tan answered with a hardened tone. "Now, you gonna fuckin' stand there, questioning me, or go be useful and get ready to leave?"

"Tan," his brother offered softly, "lay off, they just watched our girl get the shit kicked outta her."

Tan nodded and looked back at you, "Yeah, all right, sorry, love, just a bit on edge. But I'm gonna fix this - "

Robert (or Bobby, he's also known as), scoffed a sarcastic laugh, arms crossed, approaching you and Tangerine. "You takin' the piss? Your fuckin' job is leadin' men t'my sister, breakin' in her own home, givin' her a beatin' meant for you, yah fuckin' twat! Yet that's all you got to say to us? That you're on edge?"

"What'chu want, then, bruv?" Tan snapped, standing to face Bobby. "Huh? Call it an occupational hazard, but just 'cause you wanna bring it up, know that we ain't never had no situation like this before. All right? Excuse us for tryna piece it best together."

"My fuckin' sister's still bleedin', and you're, what? Makin' it up as you go?" Bobby snarled. "You owe us a plan! Somethin'! Fuckin' anythin'! How the fuck are you gonna rectify this situation?"

Tan's mouth opened, ready to retort.

"All right, all right, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, no, no, quit it, cut it out, yah fucking ninnies!" Lemon stepped between them and forced distance between the two men. "That shit ain't gonna help us right now. We all need to think clearly, so let's try not to wind one another up. Yeah? Fair?"

"Fuck you," Bobby spat, "fuck the both of yahs, you're both responsible! Puttin' my sister in harms way! Fuckin' look at her!" He snarled and pointed, "Shakin' like a fuckin' leaf!"

"Yeah, all right, you what, mate?" Tan sneered.

"I'm not your mate."

"I'll just fuckin' handle this on my own - "

"Like hell you are," His brother interrupted. "They fucked with our family, ain't nowhere for them to hide."

Tangerine nodded, then asked, "How many men were here would you say? Ballpark number." It was quiet. "Someone better answer me!"

Linda sneered, "Some 12 or 15 men, most of whom carried assault rifles. Anything you wanna tell us, Aaron? Huh? Why were these men searching for you? What'd you do that was so bad, they hurt my little girl?"

Your boyfriend nodded and looked to his brother, stiffly nodding and stoically demanding, "Let's get fuckin' Biblical, then, yeah?"

Brian clicked his tongue and winked at his brother in agreement, Crystal handing you a bag of frozen peas to hold against your head.

"You're sure it's safe?" You whispered, holding onto your boyfriend like a crutch as you exited the elevator.

"They didn't want our protection, love, 'cause the Russians are after us," Tan answered. "Easy does it," he whispered, opening the door to the safe 'house' he and Lemon kept in downtown London - not terribly far from your actual flat. "At's a good girl, slowly - slowly," he kept one arm around you, the other holding the door for Lemon, who carried several duffels. "Right, see? Nice, ain't it?"

You nodded, still relatively drugged from the hospital you just left. After begging them to come with you, your family outright refused, saying Tangerine and Lemon were bad news and they wanted no part in whatever bullshit was happening; even though it meant leaving you alone. So, Lemon packed up the flat while Tan took you to the hospital, meeting again at the skyscraper that doubled as a fortress.

"Here we are," he sighed, lowering you to the couch; left wrist in a cast, a brace on your ankle, concussion, bandages and gauze stuck to random open wounds that required stitches. "Right," he knelt in front of you, "you saw the lobby, yeah? Ain't nobody gettin' in here without clearance, you're safe. Yeah?" He pushed a strand of hair from your face, hating how it was still crisp from dried blood.

"Okay," you whispered with a nod.

Aaron sighed, "I'm so sorry, love."

"Not your fault."

"But it is," he frowned, "'s all my fuckin' fault."

"Did you really take a Faberge Egg?"

"It's what our employer wanted, so... Yeah. Apparently, it was a right dime piece, thought lost in one of the wars. Very exclusive - "

"Most expensive Egg made," Brian added, dropping a couple of the duffels. "And it's not in our possession anymore, love."

"Fuck would we do with Faberge?" Aaron rolled his eyes.

"Hock it," his brother answered, bringing grocery bags into the kitchen and setting them on the counters.

"And the sister?" You asked, eye once being nearly swollen shut now just red and irritated; looking at him with profound sadness. "What happened to Ivan's sister?"

Aaron sighed, wiping a hand down his face, "She was placed in witness protection, she's an informant f'MI6 and Interpol. They want her 'cause she's been spillin' secrets, gettin' business all topsy-turvy."

"They wanna kill her?"

"Seems so," he nodded, smoothing his hands over both your thighs, "but don't you worry 'bout nothin', yeah? We'll handle this."

"How?"

"We've got a couple calls to make," he alluded, standing to his full height but bending at the waist to kiss your forehead gently. "Try to rest, love, we'll be here a bit."

You nodded and watched him stride out of the living room, grabbing one of the duffel bags Lemon had dropped and brought it to the glass dining room table. He ripped it open as you sunk into the plush fabric of the pillows, but perked up when Brian came into sight. "Here, darling," he set a mug of tea to the granite coffee table in front of you, "just a bit of something for your nerves, yeah? You all right? Need anything? A pain pill, maybe? You look uneasy."

"I'm all right," you promised, trying to smile, but it came out as a grimace.

"Mhm," he sent you a look, grabbing the pharmacy bag. "Don't be a hero, just keep yourself afloat. Here," he handed you a little, round, white pill and the tea. "Bottoms up, huh?"

You half-chuckled and did what he said, settling again as he grabbed a blanket and tossed it over you. "How often are you two here?" You asked.

"Ah, usually when we're doin' recon," he answered, handing over the remote. "All the streamin' you could want," he winked, pointing at the TV.

"Oi, mate," your boyfriend called, "thinkin' we should call Kiwi?"

"To stay with her?" He asked, caressing the top of your head affectionately; grabbing another duffel and meet his brother at the table. The London Eye was visible from the window, creating a picturesque scene.

"Yeah," Tan answered, "she's good company, ain't she? Handy with a gun. Usually shoots first, asks questions later."

Brian shrugged, "Couldn't hurt. But I think we need t'call Moss... See what he and The Agency can tell us 'bout Ivan."

"On it," Aaron agreed, rapidly typing on a nondescript laptop. But he paused suddenly, looking up and asking, "You gave her a pain pill?"

"Yeah."

"She should eat with it..."

"I'm right here, you know!" You snapped. "I can hear you!"

"I know, doll, sorry," Aaron sighed, going to the kitchen and grabbing you trail mix - knowing opioids gave you the munchies. "Here, love, just wanna make sure you stay all right," he handed the bag over, dropping to the spot beside you with a heavy sigh. "Listen, uh, we're gonna have some of the lads come over t'help."

"Who?"

"Well, Kiwi's a lass, but she works with us sometimes. She's handy t'have 'round inna pinch. That all right?"

"I'm not one for much company right now," you frowned.

"Nah, don't worry, she'll entertain herself," he chuckled slightly, eyes darting around to take in your appearance. In a low whisper, he breathed, "I'm so sorry this happened."

"You've said that," you half-smiled, placing an M&M at his lips. He accepted the treat. "We knew something was bound to happen eventually, right?"

"Not like this, this ain't acceptable," he shook his head. "Lookit, Ivan's one of them nasty fuckers, traffics narcotics into the country using a series of shipping yards. He's got a whole army at his fingertips, plenty of money t'sustain an all out war if he wants."

"When was the last time you dealt with this guy?"

Lemon joined you two, sitting on the other side of the L-shaped couch. He worked on the laptop now, but sent a look to Aaron that begged him to lie. But often, Tangerine never could to you, so, he told the truth, "Last we saw him was some 6 years ago."

Your head cocked, "That's when we first started dating."

"Yeah," he smirked, stretching his arm around you to bring you in close for both your comforts. "Remember that week you couldn't get ahold of me? I told yah I was on some bloody fishing trip?"

"Mhm."

"We were in Colombia, fuckin' up part of his operation."

Your eyes widened, "Colombia? You mean, this Russian's in league with South America? The cocaine capital of the world?"

"Yeah," he sighed, "but it's taken him apparently this long to get shit straightened out - else he would've come sooner."

"Or he was waitin' until our guard was down," Brian chimed in, rapidly tapping on the laptop. "Intel says... Ivan's been in the country 'bout 3 months."

"And before that?"

"Uh... Looks like... Ah, fuckin' hell, he was in Spain, Portugal, Nicaragua, even fuckin' Trinidad."

"Sounds like he's made some friends," Tangerine frowned. You nestled a little closer, his arm contracting to squeeze you tight. "Send word t'Kiwi and Moss, ask Moss t'bring only The Jailbird."

"Who the fuck - you know what? I don't want t'know," you whispered.

"The Jailbird is a brutal fucker," Lemon chuckled, typing faster, "took out an entire fright train by himself with a single shotgun and only a couple rounds of ammo."

"Brian," Tan warned, shaking his head.

"What? 'S not like she's gonna say shit, you picked the most loyal girl in the world," he grinned, winking at you. "Right, love?"

"Mhm."

"That pain pill kicking in yet?"

"Not yet," you yawned.

"Right," your lover chuckled, handing over the mug of tea, "we've got some work t'do, you sit tight. Need somethin', anythin', just ask. Please," he frowned, "don't try t'get up."

"All right," you whispered, lifting your chin slightly with intent. He smiled and met you the rest of the way, pressing a gentle kiss to your split lips.

The lads went back to the glass table, setting up a network of tools and technology, muttering to one another as they did what they knew to gather as much information as possible.

About an hour later, there was a knock at the door that made you flinch. "It's all right," Tangerine rushed, but pulled his gun in hand, "probably Kiwi - "

"It's me, fuckers!" A female called from the other side.

Your boyfriend checked through the peephole and sighed, holstering his gun and opening the door. "Kiwi," he greeted.

"Tangerine," she rolled her eyes, strolling into the flat with her arms full of food. "I brought lunch! Know you fuckers aren't payin' attention to time and shit. Oh!" She grinned when she saw you, "Oh, my word, you're her! Wow, you're even prettier in person! You know, Aaron's told me all about you - "

"Fuck off," Tan snapped.

"Fuck you," she sent right back, "been askin' t'meet your lady for years now, now I finally get to."

"I wish it were under better circumstances," you offered softly, watching the lass with stark white hair round into the living room to set coffee cups and paper bags down.

"Oh, hi, hello, you gorgeous girl," she grinned, sitting next to you and hugging you softly. You were shocked, eyes wide, but hugged her back. "Oh, it's real nice to meet yah, heard all about'cha!"

"Really?" You asked when she pulled back, "'Cause I didn't know a thing about you until an hour ago."

"Makes sense," her eyes rolled, "them two never talk 'bout shit. Makes 'em good agents, but shit lovers. Huh?"

"I'd have to disagree," you smiled softly, defending your love.

"Yeah," she grinned, "knew I'd like you. Lemon!" She greeted in a cheer, standing swiftly to set one coffee cup out for you and take the rest over to the table.

"Hi, Key," he chuckled, offering her a hug. "Lookin' fit, aren't yah?"

"Just got back from a 6 month stint in the DR," she nodded.

"R&R or mandatory?"

"Rehab," she shrugged casually, "but not for me."

"Makes no bloody sense," Tan rolled his eyes.

"I was there, cozyin' up t'fucking Francisco Juarez."

"No fuckin' shit," Lemon laughed. "How was that?"

"The man's mental, but shit, he's got some balls of steel."

"Jesus Christ," Tan groaned. "Can we focus, please? Where's Moss? Anyone heard from him?"

"Mh," Kiwi nodded, swallowing a mouthful of coffee as you gingerly reached for your own; trying not to strain the shattered ribs you earned. "He called me on my way here, said he was on his way, just had to pick something up."

Lemon and Tangerine shared a look as Kiwi practically skipped back over to you. She happily struck up a conversation, telling you all about how she first met Aaron and Brian on some recon mission in Moscow - the three apparently all tracking Ivan. So, no wonder she was asked to assist on this little mission.

The man named Moss arrived not long after, dropping another duffel in the foyer and silently approaching Tangerine and Lemon. Kiwi waved the behavior off, whispering, "That's one of the bosses. Not a man of many words, just a man of action, yeah?"

You nodded in understanding, accepting the Tylenol she handed you and answering her 20,000 questions. You heard the three men muttering together, papers shuffling over the tabletop and the laptop dinging every time there was new information.

"Oh, holy shit," Lemon gaped at the screen, earning everyone's attention. "You lot aren't gonna believe this."

"What's wrong?" Moss asked, moving to his shoulder and peering over to look at the laptop. "Well... Ain't that interesting?"

"What?" Kiwi asked.

"Looks like Ivan's here for some wedding..." Lemon muttered, tapping on the return key repeatedly. "No shit!"

"WHAT!?" Kiwi snapped, making you flinch. She instantly apologized, "Oh, shit, sorry, sorry, sorry, love, I get a bit excited when outta the loop."

"Ivan's sister's gettin' married," Moss reported, "to the Minister of Defense."

It was quiet for a long moment, the agents stewing in shock. "Well, that can't be good," you whispered to Kiwi.

"Not entirely, just means our jobs got a helluva lot more exciting, though," she grinned, dropping a wink.

Three days. Three bloody days, you've been confined to the safe house. You were under strict orders not to leave out of fear of retaliation, so you remained for Aaron's peace of mind.

Moss, Tangerine, Lemon, and Kiwi were preoccupied focusing on their plan of attack. They figured there be an altercation at the engagement party, designing a trustworthy team to help them infiltrate and keep an eye. The day of the party, you were curled up in bed, reading to pass the time, and when you noticed Tangerine leaning in the doorway, your book snapped shut.

"How long you gonna keep me here?" You asked. "Some of us have day jobs they need to get back to."

He smirked, "I covered for yah."

"How?"

"Said you had a funeral t'go to in the States," he eased, pushing off the doorframe and approaching your side of the bed. He grunted as he sat, sighing deeply, "Listen, sweetheart..."

"Oh, that's never good."

"Just listen," he smirked. "Tonight's the engagement party, so we're gonna make our move."

"Are you sure Ivan's gonna be there? That this is what needs done?"

"We got it worked out, love," he promised. "Just need yah t'stay here with Kiwi. Keep safe, yeah?"

You stared at him for a moment, cocking your head slightly, "Been meaning to ask - why refer to each other's codenames when alone, like we are?"

"Good habit t'have," Aaron shrugged, caressing your head and then petting a finger down your cheek softly. "Hate leavin' you like this, but I'm gonna kill the fuckers that dared touch you."

"I'm not usually one for violence or revenge, but in this case, go crazy."

He nodded and stood with a smirk, stooping slightly to press his lips against yours. There was a solemn tension in the air, foreheads pressed together to breathe the same air, him whispering, "Love you, darlin'."

"Love you, too," you answered instantly. "Just make sure you come home, yeah?"

"As quick as I can," he swore.

You learned that day, you hated waiting. You despised being out of the know, having no connection to tell you what was happening on Aaron's side of things. Kiwi was a great distraction, though. She was chipper, talkative, wildly animated; sharing a joint with you, ordering take out that a security guard brought up, and making you watch all her favorite movies.

She checked her phone several times, eventually, you begging, "Any word?"

"Nah, don't worry," Kiwi smiled, "they usually don't give updates when on the job."

Unknown to you, on the other side of town, Tangerine and Lemon were changing into suits the hotel waiters would wear to serve the engagement party. Moss was in a nondescript white van, working surveillance, informing in the headset, "The Jailbird's in position."

"So are we," Lemon reported, nodding at his brother. "Ready, bruv?"

"It's gonna get messy," he nodded, cracking his neck and leading the charge into the event room with trays of champagne. He surveyed the room subtly, seeing The Jailbird working the catering table in a matching suit, and when the couple of the hour entered, it was showtime. However, before springing into action, the trio of trained and paid assassins had to wait for the first move else they'd blow their cover and alert Ivan they were onto him.

The future bride's name was once something traditionally Russian, now choosing to be Veronica, and her soon-to-be-husband, Gerald, was the very man who had established her witness protection. It was romantic, in a way, that the two fell in love; being naughty and a little forbidden, yet still tantalizing. Their families filled the room with the groom's colleagues, security lining the walls - yet being unable to do anything if the Russians decided to attack.

However, the moment Tangerine saw Ivan, he went rigid with anger. "Mate, hang on, don't do it - we have a plan for a reason," Lemon tried to warn, but sighed hotly when his brother stormed off. Into the comms system, he warned, "Heads up, lads, Tangerine's on the move. 'S bouta get real sticky, people, stay sharp."

Tangerine surged up behind Ivan, who was dressed similarly and indicating he, too, was undercover at this event. Tan felt his face redden with anger, tapping Ivan's shoulder, and when the Russian turned, he didn't hesitate to pull his fist back and launch it directly into Ivan's nose. It was the first punch thrown (literally) that spurred the other Russians into action.

People shrieked, heels clattered to flee, and security guards rushed to cover their employers; not knowing who the desired target was. Luck didn't seem on their side that evening as security managed to get Gerald out of the hall, but his fiancé, Ivan's sister, was separated in the stampeding crowd; gunshots making patrons scream in concern.

In their comms, Moss barked, "Veronica! Someone cover Veronica! She's the informant - get to Veronica!"

The Jailbird flipped the catering table to reveal several heavy-duty guns strapped for this very moment. He and Lemon made their selections, Tan preferring his fist; someway, somehow, missing getting shot by Ivan's men. But the Russian gangster was just as angry, fending off Tangerine and even getting a few punches in himself. All for nought, though, because Tangerine had the power of his anger propelling him; your face conjured in his mind, bloodied, making him hit harder - and harder - and harder.

"You! Dirty! Fuckin'! Scum!" Tan punctuated each word with a blow of his fist, keeping Ivan in his grip like a vice. "C'mere! You've done it now, haven't yah, you fuckin' bastard? Fucked up by touchin' my woman! I'll fuckin' gut you!"

Ivan's elbow cracked Tan's nose, making him stumble back a few steps. The Russian grinned, blood outlining his teeth, "She was real pretty, wasn't she, eh? I tried to leave her face for yah! Didn't wanna fuck that up too bad!"

"C'mere!" Tangerine roared, knuckles bloody. However, as he was winding up for another hit, one of Ivan's men tackled Tan from the side and knocked him into a banquet table - collapsing it.

The Russians were in an abundance, yet stood no chance when Tangerine got ahold of a handgun. The Jailbird preferred the larger shotgun, blowing gargantuan holes in people's chests; Lemon keeping it simple and just doing his job by taking out the enemy. It was Tan who was absolutely feral, sprayed in the blood of his enemies and sparing no life he came across; the party's occupants screaming in terror and trying to flee the event hall between gunshots.

"Tan!" The Jailbird barked, pointing off at someone, and when he looked, Tan locked onto Ivan again. The Jailbird located Veronica, trying to save her, but being unsuccessful when a Russian got to her first - disappearing from his line of sight as the chaos rampaged.

Growling, Tangerine started firing single shots to the heads of anyone in his way of his main target, but this time, the Russian saw him coming and was plenty prepared. The blade Ivan used cut Tan deep, filleting flesh; but did not stop the man wanting to avenge his love.

Bodies hit the floor left and right as Tangerine's anger swelled, there not being a single force in the world that could stop him now. Whatever Tan could get his hands on turned into a weapon, finding every single Russian responsible for what happened to you - the love and light of his life.

The engagement party was decorated with white table cloths and white roses, now stained and splattered in blood the longer the fight went. The musicians of the live band had fled, security encountering the Russian that had Veronica and shooting him dead, food covering the walls. Moss had tapped into the security cameras, informing his men when more Russians were racing towards the room; grunting when he threw off his headset, grabbed a gun, and left the van to take out anyone trying to get inside.

Lemon did his best to cover Tangerine's six, but the Russians kept coming in waves; far more prepared than they were that evening. Yet it didn't matter, their numbers might've been high but the anger Tangerine and Lemon felt was a gift from God Himself, spurring them to work harder and smarter.

Once inside, Moss brought The Jailbird to higher ground and strategically shot down their enemies while Lemon and Tangerine operated on the ground. When face-to-face with Ivan, Tan seethed, "You waited 6 years for a shot at me, would've thought you'd try harder."

"Don't need to," Ivan laughed, "I already got you!"

"Didn't get shit - "

"That why your girl's all alone? Don't worry, lad, I sent some boys to go deal with her. C'mon, then!" Ivan taunted, waving Tan in an antagonizing motion, weilding the 6-inch blade. As the two exchanged blows, Ivan laughed, "Never told me! Did you like my li'l gift? How I left your girl?"

Tangerine grit his teeth and used a chair to bash the Russian over his head. "I'll fucking gut you for touching her!" He shouted, people still squealing and screaming in fright.

"You stole my inheritance! That Faberge Egg's been in my family for generations!" Ivan roared, "And my fucking sister! If not for you," he grunted, taking a hacking swipe and missing, "she never would've opened her mouth!"

"Your sister, mate, fuckin' hates your guts!" Tan barked, kicking Ivan back and sending him crashing through a table. "She would've spoke even if we hadn't picked her up!"

"Bullshit!" Ivan snarled, swinging and his blade catching Tan's bicep, slicing shirt and flesh. "My sister knew loyalty! Until you rotten fucks showed up, kidnapping her, confusing her! Fucking brainwashing her!"

"She's the one who hired us, mate!"

"Liar!"

Tangerine earned the upper hand by flipping Ivan onto his back, dropping to his knees, and wailing his fist into the Russian's face. He kept hitting him, even when Ivan stopped moving; flesh tearing, meat flying, bones breaking, and blood spurting in every which direction.

Blood painted his face, droplets racing down to create streaks.

At the safe house, Kiwi was making tea when there came a series of distant banging from outside the flat's door. She met your worried eyes and pulled out a gun, holding a finger to her lips to indicate you to stay quiet. She checked the in-house security system, spying a few Russian Mafia members fighting through the security guards and getting closer.

"Right," she rushed, helping you off the couch, "you gotta hide and stay quiet, love, I'll handle this quickly."

"Handle what? What's going on?"

"They're here."

"A-Are we safe?"

"For now."

"Are the lads!?"

"We'll find out!" Kiwi stuffed you inside one of the closets, assuring, "No worries, I'll handle them, you just stay here. Aaron would kill me if he knew something happened to you on my watch."

You didn't even have time to register that she used his real name; finding no choice in the matter as she shut the doors, and through the slats, watched her brandish a gun. You flinched when you made out the sounds of a struggle and then several gunshots, not knowing who fired them, who was being shot at, or what was happening.

Tears of fear filled your eyes, holding your breath and just waiting with trembling appendages. You hated waiting. You hated not knowing. You hated the tension, the fear, the cultivation of stress.

When the doors ripped open, you gasped shrilly and stepped back into the wall, but calmed when you realized it was only Aaron. And then you realized - it was Aaron!

"Baby," you gasped, leaping into his embrace out of sheer relief; arms wrapping around his neck and being dampened with blood. "Oh, my God, oh, my God, you're okay - you're okay, you're really okay."

"Yeah, 's all right, love," he rushed, one arm holding your waist, the other petting the back of your head. "I'm all right, 's all right, I'm here. I've got yah, love, I'm here now. They're all dead, they're all dead, my love, we got 'em all, you're safe, it's all right. Nobody will touch you again - never again, sweetheart."

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" You sniffled, pulling back to take both his cheeks in hand and frowning, "Is this blood!?"

"Yeah," he whispered, gently taking your wrists to pull your hands down. "But it's all right, 's not mine. I'm not hurt." He didn't let you answer, rushing, "Are you all right? Hey? Not hurt?"

"No, no, Kiwi - she protected me," you nodded, sniffling. "Where is she? Is she all right!?" You suddenly panicked, but Tangerine shushed you gently.

"She's fine, love, she's safe. Not a single scratch on her. Had most of the Russians down and out by the time we got back."

"And Brian?"

"Lemon's fine," he promised softly, "just cleanin' up in the other bathroom. Which," he smirked gently, "we should probably do the same. C'mon."

You agreed, hating the sight of blood on your man. When in the shower together, you got a look of the cuts and bruises he earned that night; knowing that despite him being the reason you were attacked, he was also the man who would protect you from anything and anyone. No matter the cost.

There was nowhere you were safer.

Watching you wash his wounds in spite of your own, Tangerine realized he didn't need to ask your father for permission - he was gonna marry you. Come hell or high water, there wasn't anything or anyone - be it Edward or Ivan - that could keep him from loving you the rest of his life.

requesting rules and masterlist

Bullet Train masterlist

[sunnylands-world]

So I’d like to request a Draco mafia fanfic. Where someone disrespects the reader and it angers him.

FINE LINE

Pairing: Mafia draco x fem reader

Summary: Draco is a far man he hears bullshit all day but they cross a fine line when it comes to you...

Word count: 729

Warning: language, offense things are said about females [not by Draco], mentions of blood, use of a gun

Universe: mafia

A/n: okay I was supposed to post this at three in the morning but I fell asleep before I could 😭 anyway hope you like it I loved this idea and I had so much fun with writing it so thank you anon and please SHOW SUPPORT IF YOU READ THIS

Draco was never interested in the conversation that took place during these meetings. He just needed the deal, but occasionally he'd run into these talkative bitches who wanted to drink whiskey and complain about their wife's, hints why he called them talkative bitches. They complain all the time. He couldn't care less. Why were they bitching when they had enough money to stop worldwide hunger? They didn't do shit.

They've just been drinking and buying. He thought it was funny they had so many complaints. They were more women than their wives and they [their wives] did more than them. They cooked, cleaned and had babies. The least they could do was let them spend money on the things that make them happy.

"Yeah, like how do rich and wealthy men attract poor sluts," said one of them. Draco couldn't give a shit about his name he wanted to say it was Oliver but the topic made him snicker as he listened in.

"Okay, I mean, I earn all the money just for them to spend."

Probably 'cause you sit on your ass like a lazy bitch that nobody wants to be around, so she's out there screwing one of the drivers.

"All I'm saying is I make the money, I should be decided who spends it and it damn sure shouldn't be going to fucking diapers and sippy cups."

"Amen to that!"

You should have used a condom, selfish motherfuckers.

"Poor Draco over their quiet as a sleeping baby, your wife got you tied down?" Draco took a look at the bald man, but failed to reply which caused laughter to fill the room.

What the fuck is so funny?

"Don't worry man I get it, I had one just like that whore wife of yours working the pole for money. Had no talents before you right?"

Draco glared, his blue eyes turning dark as he let out a dry laugh.

"What the fuck did you say?" The room fell silent as the question left his lips. All eyes were on him for his mistake.

Draco thought he was a straightforward man. He had two rules, one of which was to make the deal so that everybody would be happy and no one would die, and two, not to disrespect the queen.

When Draco met you, you were a stripper, but you had to pay college tuition and your job at the café didn't cover everything. Of course, when you got together, he paid it all for you. You were studying now peacefully and he was satisfied with you kicking your feet up and working hard for your degree, but sometimes people made the mistake of disrespecting you the way this fat fucker did and he did not take well to people talking about you at all.

Now the guy wasn't stupid. He knew once the room went quiet, he made a mistake. Draco's hand was placed on his weapon and an inhuman glance was on his face. Everything was intended to be simple. Come to the casino, make the exchange and leave, but he couldn't let that pass, because you weren't a whore at a club. You were the queen to the biggest Mafia leader.

"Come on, man, you're not seriously upset about some bitch." he laughs, swallowing his fear.

Bitch?

"Look, I'm sure she would understand that it's all a joke. I didn't mean any harm, it's just the truth after all."

Sure, you might but Draco didn't find it amusing and you weren't here right now. Draco stood to his feet from the leather couch, aiming the gun at the prick resting into the chair, his eyes wide in fear as he realized what's to come. The gun fires. The loud noise with the muzzle flash sending a fire colored hue through the room as one bullet is shot through his head and the other in his nuts.

The blood splattered on his face like paint flickered on a canvas, Draco's jaw clenched as he pulled the trigger. He took the gun placing it on a red napkin before he wiped it clean putting it back.

"Get rid of this pig and get my fucking money." he says, walking from the private room and heading home to you.

If you didn't get it from what just happened, you don't mess with the queen. That's a warning.

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❤️‍🩹Only Love(Can Hurt Like This)❤️‍🩹

Summary: I tell myself you don't mean a thing. And what we got, got no hold on me; But when you're not there, I just crumble. I tell myself I don't care that much; But I feel like I die 'til I feel your touch Only love……Only love can hurt like this

Member: Bang Chan x Reader

T/W:1930s Era, ANGST, historical inaccuracies, Prohibition, cursing, mafia, talks of murder, mentions of guns, Molotov cocktail, gun violence, harassment, neglect in a relationship I guess, mentions of illegal activity, life threatening injuries, mentions mafia war. Mentions of Bootlegging, mentions of Shylocking. Sad ending

Word Count: 5.1K

I tell myself you don't mean a thing and what we got, got no hold on me, But when you're not there, I just crumble

The diner boomer as the large groups of men laughed over coffee. You leaned over the bar, your chin resting on your hand as your eyes scanned over the crowd as you waited for your customers dishes. Your coworker Jiung whines as his orders came out. Your eyes land on a familiar group of faces in your section. You sigh as your eyes land on your favorite eye candy, Mr.Bang. He sat at the end of his table his midnight locks slicked back in the most perfect way. He watched the group of men in front of him, his arms crossed over his chest as he listened to the other’s conversations. Your favorite customer, Hyunjin, whined about something you couldn’t hear. “You sound stupid…” A deep rough voice bellowed toward the Adonis like male that sat across from him. “How? Be real here! What more does Park expect from us?! He gets himself pinched and we have to take care of the work on the street” Hyunjin snapped back crossing his arms over his chest frustratedly. “We collect the Vig like we’re bagmen.” He growled pointing to the table as he leans toward the freckled faced boy “We take care of his family. He’s got a wife and kids and a mistress and a mistress for the mistress!” He continues as the freckled boy rolls his eyes. A snap is heard cutting the rest of the ranting man's words off. “Mind your manners, He's still the boss. And the boss is the boss what he says goes” Mr. Bang finally spoke, his voice was firm and unforgiving. “You're so worried about Park. Have you handled the Spring Cleaning I asked you to take care of?” his large palm placed itself behind Hyunjin’s neck, pulling him closer to him. Placing their foreheads together “How's the trash business? I heard there was a certain friend causing some problems” Mr. Bang challenged. His aura alone was suffocating. Your eyes couldn't help but be drawn to him every time he'd walked through the front door. His tone was calm as always but you could tell from the fear sitting on Hyunjin’s usually smiling face; this man should be feared.

A familiar ding rings from behind you. “Table 2 order up!” your managers voice calls from behind the window. “You're a line cook now?” you question, your manager Keeho gives you a snide smile. “Sit and spin” he growls as he flips you off. You blow him a kiss as you grab your customers orders of fried eggs with home fries and bacon. You place the plates on your serving tray. You grab a pot of coffee from the counter as you make your way from around the counter. You will yourself not to stare at the alluring man, who's gaze to you feel burning into you as you walk past his table. You come to a table in the corner two very well dressed yet bulky men sat at the table. A bright smile grows on the more rough looking mans face. You place their food in front of them “If there's anything else, I could get for you please let me know” you smile at them, you could feel their eyes scan over your body. The larger man leans toward you a sly smirk on his lips “As a matter of fact..” he begins “I could use a date with you?” he suggests a flirtatious tone. You groan internally as you give him a faux smile as you fill their mugs with coffee. “I don't make it a habit to fraternize with my customers” you respond firmly. “I wasn't really asking…” He growls under his breath. His hand caresses your thigh, you glare at the man. “Well I'm not interested.” his hand begins to grip your thigh “Sir, I am at work…” you growl once again. “I advise you to unhand my waitress, Kim” The familiar firm voice you admired called from behind you a chilling calmness sitting comfortably in his tone. Your heart sunk in your chest as the man stared at your savior, fear in his eyes. You look over your shoulder as the large man lifts both of his hands in a defensive pose. He stammered at the intimidating male as you turn to stagger away from the table. You notice your two favorite customers, Jisung and Hyunjin standing behind Mr. Bang.

Death glares sitting on the groups faces, your mouth hung open in shock for a moment before you give them an appreciative smile and shove past them. You quickly make your way into office that sat between the kitchen and the bathrooms. You take a deep breath feeling embarrassed at the situation. You couldn't believe yourself, you were more shaken up from how close Mr. Bang had stood to you than the men being aggressive with their proposition. Your heart raced as you remembered the way his eyes trailed over your body, it was different for the large men they had stared at you like they wanted to eat you. For some reason, his gaze felt protective, safe, and possessive though you only said the occasional flirty comments here or there.

How could a man of his stature be so intimidatingly sexy?

The sound of the door opening makes you jump. Your eyes land on the culprit, bringing you face-to-face with the reason for your anxiety. “Y-you’re not supposed to come back here, Mr. Bang.” you stammer, he sighs as he places his hands in his pockets; he raises his eyebrow, he looks around the room for a second before staring at you once again. “It's my office…” He states matter of fact, you stare at him bewildered. “You didn't think I came here every day just for the food, right?” He questions jokingly. You shake your head in response. “Never thought about it much, I was hired to serve food not be in any ones business”

“Keeho seems to run a tight ship. Good quality you seem to have…”

“Years of experience…besides I like my job. Pays well.”

“You hear a lot too…”

“Not really..” You shrug.

“Oh?” He raises his eyebrow.

“Like I said, my job is to serve food and mind my business. And What my customers talk about isn't my business” he nods a smirk forms on his lips “You Okay?” you scoff at his question “Those two? They're more bark then bite…” he raises his eyebrow in amusement as he steps toward you allowing the door to close behind him, he caresses your cheek. “You're the first to say that, they're quite feisty when they want to be. You seem to like being in dangerous situations….” this hand glides to your chin his thumb brushes over your bottom lip. Your heart races “Don’t put yourself in danger anymore..” He sighs. There’s something softer in his tone. “With the crowd that hangs out here it would be impossible.” You challenge “besides I don’t make it much of a habit”

“Last week you chased a guy who ran out on his bill…”

“I’m not losing money for an idiot”

“I pay well. A 10 dollar meal won’t break the bank, doll”

“To you…it won’t break the bank to you. Some of us don’t have diners to generate income and have a vig to pay.”

“This isn’t my only business, I have a couple more I can put you somewhere more suitable for a lady.” He suggests raising his eyebrow not pulling away from you. “I’d feel better knowing you’re safe”

“No. Thank you, Mr. Bang. But I love my job here. I love Keeho and the guys. Besides I fought my father to work here, I don't want him to think I'm getting into trouble” you confess.

“Chan…”

“Hmm?”

“My name.” he smiles “Call me Chan, doll. I don't like how Mr. Bang sounds coming from you.” a blush creeps on your cheeks. “I'm not sure if that's appropriate, Mr. Bang” you stifle a shy giggle.

“Why not?”

You freeze for a moment before answering “Well, you own this business. I work at this business. Does keeho call you Chan?” he chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest. “He could…he wouldn't be around long but he could.” he stares at you in amusement. “Besides, all this time you stared at me, don't tell me you only wish to maintain an employer-employee relationship?”

Your eyes widen at his question. You felt nervous, all this time you didn't think he'd noticed you. For him to confront you about your crush…it caught you off guard to say the least. Your heart pounded so loudly in your chest that you swear you could hear it in your ears, almost like a tune on the radio. Your cheeks burn a bright scarlet. “C-Chan…I-I—See I knew you could do it.” he cuts you off bemused. He leaned in close to you, caressing your cheek he connected your eyes “Don't worry about an answer now, as you said earlier you're at work. I'll let you get back to it.” he smirks before pulling away and heading toward the door “See you tomorrow, doll” he pulls a cigarette pack from his pocket, taking one out he lights it. He looks back at you giving you a wink and a wave he disappears behind the door.

Your legs turn to jelly as he exits, and you collapse on the ground. You hold your hand over your heart as if it could steady it. Your cheeks are a bright neon scarlet, a wave of giddiness crashes over you. Chan… you blushed to yourself. Even his name was mesmerizing.

It had been weeks since the office incident and you still hesitated on pursuing something with Chan. He still came in every morning with the same group of 7. You'd bring them coffee and he would find some way to brush his hand over yours. He'd become quite…. persistent all of a sudden. He'd give you a wink and smile the moment he saw you approaching his table. When Jisung or Hyunjin asked about your brother, Chan would hang onto your every word. One thing did change though, now he always paid the bill with you at the counter. He'd find some reason to touch you in some way whether it's by brushing a stray hair away or placing his hand on yours while you talk. You also noticed the larger tips the other boys began to leave. Yet you hesitate.

Over the past few weeks, you began to properly do your homework on one Bang Chan. You had figured that once he told you he owned the diner he was associated with the mafia in some way, Keeho was a connected guy after all. You had assumed Chan was also involved in some way but you never expected to find out he was a Capo. Let alone a high-ranking one placed directly under your father.

A bootlegger by trade, after the government declared war on alcohol. Your father the underboss of the Park crime family, had taught you many tricks of the trade. And for 10 years he ran the largest underground alcohol distribution network. From the moment the idea of prohibition was proposed your father began learning and perfecting the craft of making beer and alcohol. Many of the crime families had to go through your father for their libations, and it had built your families wealth exponentially. But all things must come to an end, and when it did it came with a shakedown.

The feds were swift and ruthless they came early in the morning to whisk your father away for his current 10-year bid. While you and your mother could live comfortably with the money your father left for you. You felt wrong using the money he'd risked everything for. So, you worked, you worked to maintain his vig. You handled his books while your uncle acted as his capo for the crew. During you're research you had learned Bang Chan was notorious, him and his crew making their bones at very young ages. Before you never really paid attention to the chatter about the man you admired from a far; but you couldn't help yourself now.

You now knew how almost every woman who lived in a 2-block radius admired him, and all the men respected him. You learned whatever you couldn't from idle chatter from your uncle and father. Chan had taken the oath after he'd helped win the war against the Choi family. Rumors said he'd been the one to take out the former boss. Your father pointed out how he had a knack for businesses, once starting out as a Shylocker Chan quickly developed multiple businesses from construction, to apartment buildings, clubs and obviously the diner you currently work at.

Of course, there was idle chatter about his vicious and unforgiving temper as well. How every man including him may seem sweet, attractive, and harmless but under that facade laid ruthless cold-blooded killers. You shutter when you remember the cold unbothered tone Chan had used toward those men that day in the diner. You don't even want to think about what could have happened, remembering your father's temper. You had continued to lock your feelings away from the mafioso, knowing nothing but pain could come from entering a relationship with him.

Until one day, he didn't show up with everyone like he always did. You had been floored, to say the least when you noticed his seat empty. You were able to put on a facade laughing with them as you poured them coffee. Growing up around mafiosos, you never felt uncomfortable they were respectful, honest when they could be, and headstrong. But they were men at the end of the day, they were human. Having a high-ranking mafia father you had no choice but to find yourself comfortable around them. Despite the rumors this group always was polite and made you laugh, you laughed along with Jisung's jokes as you took their orders. Your eyes drifted to his empty seat. You found yourself growing more and more upset as time ticked by. The group of boys finishing their meals with idle chatter you'd typically ignore but today you hung onto their every word waiting for some mention of Chan or his whereabouts.

Was he okay? Did something happen?

You found yourself ridiculous but your heart shattered as the boys called out a goodbye on their way out. You give them a faux smile as you wave them off. You make your way over to the table. He didn't show up… you slowly cleaned the table stacking dishes on your tray. You notice a paper sticking out of the bill folder. Curious, you pull the paper from the checkbook and read it's contents.

Doll,

Had a meeting. If it's not too much trouble, I'd still like to see you. I need to see you every day, you see. Meet me at Spark’s steakhouse. 8pm

-yours Bang Chan

I tell myself I don't care that much. But I feel like I die 'til I feel your touch. Only love….Only love can hurt like this….

It had been two years since that day. You and Chan had been together through the end of prohibition. You spent your first night legally able to drink with a bottle of wine on the beach. Feeling the sand between your toes as you sipped from the wine glass, your hand encased in Chan’s. Whilst you felt your relationship with Chan was almost perfect, as he was such a gentleman despite his reputation. Unfortunately, you felt he was too much of a gentleman sometimes. He refused to touch you, even after two years together you both hadn't gotten past steamy kisses and heavy petting. You hoped the alcohol would loosen him up a bit, but as someone who never had to stop drinking recreationally, he could maintain his inhibitions. You, on the other hand, didn't drink during prohibition so you felt quite inebriated.

Chan quickly found out you see an honest and affectionate drunk, as you lazily laid your head on his shoulder. Your arms wrapped around his bicep as you stared up at him with a pout. He pecks your lips softly, raising his eyebrow at your expression the corner of his mouth lifts in amusement. “May I ask what's troubling you doll?” he questions as he brings the wine glass to his plush lips, taking a sip of wine. You stare up at him a longing in your eyes “Why won't you fuck me?” you slur. He choked on the drink, not expecting your sudden boldness. His eyes wide as he pulls away from you slightly “W-What?”

“Why won't you—Don’t ask me again, I heard you the first time…” He cuts you off in a panic. He looks around at your surroundings. “Well…Why?” you question “I really want to…but you always stop.” you pout as you pull your head away from him releasing his arm. “I don't—I wouldn't just fuck you. I love you, you'd be more to me than just some fuck. If I wasn't who I am I'd have proposed to you and make love to you every chance I got. I'd want to do things the right way…”

“But…?”

“But I am who I am. My job isn't safe right now, a lot of people are in a situation and things are starting to look like a war is brewing”

“I don't care about any of that, Chan I just want you”

“I do—sigh—your safety is my priority right now. Usually, your safety would be guaranteed but once I get the call to hit the mattresses…” he trails looking away from you. You hear the way his voice cracks as he speaks. “There wouldn't be someone around to guard me..” you finish for him. He nods his eyes screwed shut for a moment. “Look, if I get the call promise me you won't go to the diner until I get back” he urges caressing your cheek. You stare at him sadness sits in his chocolate eyes. You could tell he was nervous and felt guilty. You nod reluctantly. You feel his forehead press against yours.

“I promise once all of this is taken care of I'll give you everything you desire, doll”

“I love you Chan. I can wait”

Say I wouldn't care if you walked away, But every time you're there, I'm begging you to stay When you come close, I just tremble And every time, every time you go It's like a knife that cuts right through my soul. Only love…..Only love can hurt like this

You were on edge for 2 months. Every time Chan was late, a prick would be sent through your heart. You weren't sure when the war would start but even the civilians could feel it was coming as more and more tension built between Park Jin-young’s faction and Yang Hyun-Sik's faction. The animosity formed when Yang Hyun-Sik made all his union trashmen go on strike until Park Jin-young funded his latest venture. Escalating all the way to the phone call that would send your entire world crumbling down around you.

It had been a normal day, you had been laughing along with Jisung when Keeho called you over to the counter. A serious look on his face when he handed you the phone. You took it hesitantly, your heart shattered in your chest when you heard the corrections officer on the other end of the line explain your father's passing. No matter the officer's terminology you knew. You knew it was a hit, you stood frozen in shock as Keeho stared at you worriedly. His voice was drowned out by the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. You could feel his hand on your shoulder as your eyes traveled around the diner landing on your lover who was laughing with his friends until his eyes met yours. A tear fell down your cheek as Chan stared at you, worry and confusion written all over his face.

The front door bursts open as Yang Jeongin runs straight to Chan. “Boss, they got to Baek Do-Chul last night” He murmurs as he struggles to catch his breath. His words prompted Chan to rush to your side quickly pulling you into his arms. He held you close as you sobbed into his chest. Realization falls over everyone's face, the war had begun with the murder of your father. You sob harshly knowing you have lost your father and lover in one quick swoop. You clung Chan, whispering your pleas for him to stay by your side.

You could tell he wanted to. Oh, how he wished he could stay with you and hold you close forever. You could see the longing to stay and avoid the war on his face. But he took an oath, and without him and his men the Park family could fall. Everything he and your father and all the men around you had worked so hard for could crumble down at any moment. He couldn't do that to his men, the family he had made he would never abandon them. And you knew that, so as much as it hurt you had to let him go. Your heart went through the door with him leaving you an utter sobbing mess on the floor.

But if the sweetest pain, Burning hot through my veins. Love is torture….Makes me more sure,Only love can hurt like this

It had been 6 months since the war started.

6 months since your world fell apart.

6 months since your father had died.

6 months since Chan and the boys had left…

The commission had plenty of sit-downs in regard to the war, with Keeho being sent for almost daily while he was acting as boss for your father after your uncle became another casualty in the war. He had tried to avoid asking you to come back to the diner but he became desperate as he could no longer manage the day-to-day business and run your father's old crew. You had agreed to help hoping to get some sense of normalcy. Though the busiest time you had seen was when Chan and the boys were around. Many people avoided the many businesses controlled by both factions too afraid of the possibility of being in a front-row seat of a mafia war.

The night shift was typically quiet. You had an easy time as the night crew were funny and enjoyed their time around each other. You were cleaning the dining room with the only other closing waiter, Intak. The two of you laughing at the cook, Soul, shouting profanities and arguing with himself from the kitchen when a flash of light caught your eye.

Before you could comprehend what was happening the window beside you shattered. You feel an arm wrap around you as you hear the sound of glass breaking near your feet and you're pulled roughly deeper into the dining room. The part of the dining room where you had been standing goes up in flames. You hear the sound of more breaking glass as Intak yanks you behind him, he grabs the back of your head shoving it down and making you crouch “Keep your head down!” He exclaims as you try to look around. You notice his hand reach behind him, he produces a Colt hammerless pistol from his waistband. You rush toward the back exit as you hear the sound of gunfire. The flames growing more and more vicious engulfing the building in a matter of seconds. You struggled to breathe as smoke filled the room. “Y/N!” you hear Soul's voice call from the kitchen. “Soul!” you cry as a cough builds in your lungs. “Follow my voice!” he exclaims as you hear clattering from the kitchen. “I-I'm trying…” you call, trying to feel your way through the doorway. The room begins spinning as you struggle to breathe you feel a sharp pain radiate across your back through your stomach. You feel your strength growing weaker and weaker as you stagger into the back room. You lean against the wall as you feel a warmth spreading across your torso. Your legs giving out just outside the kitchen. You stare up at the wall a trail of blood following you. You stare down at your torso noticing the sticky red liquid that painted your shirt. The world goes black as a familiar voice calls “Y/N!”

Only love can hurt like this; Your kisses burn into my skin.Only love can hurt like this, Only love can hurt like this….Save me…..Save me….Only love, only love.

A faint beeping rings in your ears, and your eyes feel heavy as you try to pull them open. You're blinded by a flash of white light. You release a groan as you hold your head trying to allow yourself to adjust to the light. Your throat feels exceptionally dry as you look around the room finding a table with a cup of water beside your bed you take the cup quickly gulping down its contents. Your torso is sore as you notice the familiar figure hunched over your bed. Your heart races as you rub your eyes expecting the figure to disappear “C-Chan…?” you mutter, your hand coming in contact with his hair. You caress his head tenderly. He stirs, his eyes fluttering open. He jumps from his position when he sees you staring back at him. He pulls you into his arms with a call of your name. You wince as pain shoots through your torso. You hear him sobbing as he holds you in his arms “You're awake!” he cries pressing light kisses all over your face. “Fuck! Thank god, I thought I lost you. I thought we were too late. When I saw you like that, you looked like you were dead. I almost died right there.” He rambled as he held onto you for dear life. “I'm okay, it's nothing..” you try to brush it off.

“You were shot!” He snaps “How could you say that? You almost died! You were in a coma for 2 weeks!” you stare at him stunned “Channie—I almost lost you! Why were you even there? You promised me! You promised you wouldn't work there while I was gone! Why didn't you just listen?!” He cut you off, his concern and anger worn on his face. For once he couldn't contain his emotions. You look away from him “I'm sorry. I just I wanted to feel close to you again” you mutter

“It was dangerous! I told you how dangerous it would be!”

“I'm sorry, but I don't regret it”

“Are you kidding me?”

“No Chan. I understand why you're upset right now but you have to understand why I did it. I needed something to feel normal again”

“So you do something stupid and put yourself in danger?”

“What did you expect me to do?!”

“Listen to me, Goddammit!” He growls roughly “I tried! I really tried but I lost my dad and you on the same day! I needed you! And the family came first! You left me! When I was begging you not to, you left!” you finally snap you stare daggers at Chan. “You act like I had a choice. I-I didn't want to leave, doll.” you look away from him crossing your arms over your chest. Chan reaches trying to uncross your arms and hold your hand “Doll please listen to me…” he pleads “I took care of it. The war is almost over. The guy that killed your dad I took care of it. I didn't have a choice, it was an order. I have to listen to the commission.” He argues finally relenting on trying to hold your hand he paces the room. “Oh trust me I know all about it. How the family and your path will come before anything. How it has to be your priority. How no matter what happens nothing comes before omerta.” you scoff “I'm surprised you're even here, how'd you manage that? Since your orders are so important…”

“Don't be like that, doll. You know you're my first priority…”

“Oh am I?”

“Yes! Come on Y/N, don't doubt my love for you because I have to follow orders”

“The only reason your here Chan is because I almost died, not because you missed me or needed to see me.”

“Of course, I wanted to see you every day I was gone. I'm here because I needed to be sure you were okay. I'm here for you…”

“For how long? 2 days? 4?” you question crossing your arms over your chest. He stares at you with a guilty expression. “Tomorrow. I have to leave tomorrow…” you scoff “of course..”

“I-I spent an entire two weeks here! Park told me no matter what I need to go back tomorrow. The war is almost over we have a plan. Just—Just give me some time…” he pleas

“I don't have any more time.” you state coldly, catching him off guard “I don't have any more time to wait for a man who would leave me after what I just went through because of him. I won't wait around for a man who would leave me the moment I return from the brink of death.”

“Y/N please…” His voice cracks as he reaches out for you “D-dont make this hard for me”

“Just go follow your orders.” your tone is full of venom. You can see the pain on his face. “Doll…I-I’m sor—i don't even care to hear it. Go follow your orders Chan. Win your war, but I won't be here waiting for you when you get back” you cut him off. You hear him whimper in pain at your declaration. His eyes well up with tears as he stares at you in shock he rushes to your side, dropping to his knees he takes your hand. “N-No, doll please! I'll do anything. I'll stay. I won't go! Don't leave me..you’re all I have” Tears stream down his face as he begs. You shake your head pulling your hand away from his. “I can't keep doing this. I won't make you choose between me and your oath. Please just go” you state begrudgingly. Chan’s sobs grow stronger as he holds your face in his hands pressing his forehead against yours. “No, please! I'm sorry. I'm sorry please don't—don’t leave me. I can't live with out you, please…I chose you I'll choose you over my oath” he whimpers. His face is coated with tears as you stare at him your own tears falling. Your heart breaks at the sight of falling apart. Your injuries no longer even painful as your heart shatters all over the floor.

Cause only love can hurt like this…

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[thaissa1918]

Dear Jeremy: For over six months now i Have some stalker hacking into and destroying everything I do on the computers. He also can shut off my two cell phones whenever he wants to and almost murdered me over this past weekend. He can hear very ell what I say. I was having chess pains from the stress this person is constantly terrorizing me daily He heard me say "I am having chest pains from his stress, and I need to call either an ambulance and/or doctor. When I went to pick up my phone to call my cardiologist the man shut off my cell phone service on both my phones and I had a heart attack right here in the apartment. Last week when I felt suicidal, I went to use my cell phone to call my psychologist. When I picked up the cell phone this bastard whomever he is stopped my cell phone service for over 8 hours to try to murder me by letting me have a heart attack and not being able to call anyone. I found him on my cell phone recording my voice to murder and having an album cover .He is trying to murder me using the same type of murder weapon's my father and the mafia uses as a regular hobby. He has all types of head and screen shots of me. He is putting in what he 2was in a file called my last words and DIE/ARY called "DIERY QUEEN<" he has recorded all the shit things I have said about the mafia and you and I being in danger from the mob etc etc and his album cover even has my photo a photo of my head. He calls it his furze "art work: He has files calling them "CL/ASS/WORK KILL ASSSASSINATION WORK. My father taught me the assassination contracting business since I was born and I have killed and assassinated everyo0ne from Africa President to being a child soldier in Africa and was also a soldier with Daddy in Vietnam etc.. so I know what I see and am saying is right. He plan's to murder you too #jeremypaxman Last night I threatened to take a hit out on him and I did with Al Qaeda. Then he started showing me unfinished album covers with your photos on it and songs with your voice on them meant that he was going to kill you too. Be careful AND IF YOU WANT TO TALK MORE JUST CALL ME love Jilly

PS: I am always on your side Paxo I WAS WRITING TO YOU MORE AND THE MAN SHUT OFF MY KEYBOARD PLEASE HELP ME JEREMY. JILLY He can stop my keyboard my cell phone and he plans t murder and I have no where to go and no help from law enforcement To hell with probation. I just want peace and the human right to life and in the USA I dont even have that right. Arnold A Stark told me and I used to have a recording of it saying "I have never seen more egregious human rights violations against any US citizen but you in America it is jus like you have been living for years in North Korea right here in Passaic County. TRUTH. I I took hits out everywhere

to remove as many La Cosa Nostra members as possible since i get mine for free they came to over 2000. Since my father is ready to drown all of Brooklyn with a 8,.0 Ramapo Fault line earthquake to "tie up all his loose ends (he kills all his contractors that is how he taught me he got to be the BIG SHOT HE IS by taking care of those old contractors before they get caught by the FBI and talk ," Now he is coming for all his old acquaintances in Brooklyn." How? He has two low grade atomic bombs in the Hudson River to go off and set off the Ramapo Fault Line which runs from NYC right down to nearly touching Langley and Fort Detrick biological Warfare base. When that goes off those two bomb's Irv Starr says "It will move the systematic plates of the Atlantic Ocean cause an 8.o earthquake (Ground Zero) United Nations NYC. He says every single President will drown on that day because all presidents will be in NYC at the UN for some special occasion on that particular day. I don't know the date and Irv Starr you can cook dinner and grind him to death, and he will never tell anyone that date no matter what torture anyone puts him through. I was little but I asked my father I asked "and we were standing in Bloomingdale NJ at the time. I said "Dad, how fast will the wave be when you make it?" Irv Starr said "It will be at least 5000 miles an hour and it will wipe out the entire Bloomingdale NJ Police Station...

I then asked Daddy," Daddy, how high will the waves be IM scared?" Dad replied "They will be as high as the lights by the Bloomingdale Police Station that light up at night." I then started shaking and said "DADDY! IF I AM STILL AROUNF BLOOMINDALE NJ AT THAT TIME HOW DO I KNOW WHEN IT IS TIME TO LEAVE?!" Daddy responded by saying this: "Jill when the first two systematic activities take place on the Ramapo Fault line one being a 3.2 and the other a 2.7 (to the best of my memory) run like hell away from Bloomingdale NJ and keep running from NYC all the way to Middletown NY where Aunt Joyce lives because that Tsunami is going to kill everyone in its path up to Middletown NY where your Aunt Joyce lives. ." I said "Why are you going to do that Daddy?" Irv Starr replied "Because I am retiring the richest man in the world Jill, and no one is going to have a chance to be arrested to start singing about me and the ICA and my contracting business to ruin that for me they all have to die and Treetop are where the majority of my contractors are in this area and the Tsunami will reach Nick and Dora Los Gatos in Syosset where the other majority of my contractors are Jill.," Then I have to take out Harry J Shortway from Nam (Vietnam) so the Tsunami has to take out Susses and it will end before my sister Joyces house in Middletown." Then I said What about Paxman are you going to kill him too?" Irv Starr said," He is one of the biggest lose ends I have besides you Jill. if I have to I will blow up all of Buckingham Palace, Mi6 and all the BBC just to murder Former Mi6 Director General Sir Howard Andrew Parker." We used to work at Babcock and Wilcox you remember him dont you Jill from there?" I had to tell him "Yes." It is true.

[empiriical]

thinking about berga. thinking about how at first glance he's closest to your stereotypical mafia thug. broad-shouldered, angry, prone to violence, not that smart. thinking about how he his heart is so big and everything he does — the only reason he's in this business — is out of love for his family and a desire to protect them. thinking about how even when he's stomping a guy to death he tells him "don't you make my brothers any sadder". thinking about how he loves to cook. thinking about how his wife was the one to ask him out. thinking about how he's the most willing to talk about his feelings && encourages it from the people around him. thinking about how at the end of the day, he has the best work-life balance && is able to hang up the job at the door when he goes home.

thinking about czes. thinking about how although he's hundreds of years old, with centuries of life experience, he maintains much of the mental && emotional capacity of a ten year old. despite this, he's more grown up than most of the other immortals who were older than him from the start. thinking about how he's changed drastically while they haven't. thinking about how he literally made explosives. thinking about how his fear of being devoured wasn't for the end of his life but for others finding out how much pleasure his abuser got from torturing him. thinking about how he promised himself he'd never trust anyone again, but caved as soon as he saw maiza.

&& actually, thinking about maiza. thinking about how he was in a gang as a kid, unruly && rude && causing trouble. thinking about how his introduction to alchemy gave him the chance to turn his life around. thinking about how he took the responsibility of summoning the "demon" that would grant them all immortality. thinking about how he lost his brother because of his unwillingness to spread the knowledge he was given. thinking about how he fell into a 200+ year depression, wanting only to kill the man responsible for his brother's death && then end his own life. thinking about how he found a home with a camorra family && became one of their most respected members. thinking about how an all-powerful being — the "demon" — stuck by his side just because. thinking about how he drove a car off a cliff because yolo. thinking about how he's kind && soft-spoken && trustworthy && ripped a man's ear off.

thinking about elmer. thinking about how his seemingly altruistic goal of bringing about universal happiness is incredibly selfish. thinking about how he wants people to smile only so that maybe one day he'll know how to himself. thinking about how he has no object permanence && doesn't care about the dead because they're incapable of smiling. thinking about how he was offered literally any power or wish in the world && his first instinct was to ask an all-powerful being to smile. thinking about how he still calls huey his best friend despite not having seen him in almost 300 years. thinking about how he would help anyone smile, no matter what it takes or what kind of person they are. thinking about how his cheerful demeanor && strange mannerisms were so unsettling that the most vile character in the series called him evil && was terrified of him.

thinking about ladd. thinking about how he loves to kill but has a very strict moral code about it. thinking about how he won't kill anyone who is important to the people he loves, no matter how bad he wants them dead. thinking about how the people he's attracted to are people he wants to kill. thinking about how he is the most ride-or-die friend but if you make an enemy out of him he's an absolute terror. thinking about how friendly && chatty he is. thinking about how he loves && respects lua && even though he wants to kill her, && she wants to die, he won't do it yet because he loves her too much && isn't ready to lose her yet.

thinking about jacuzzi. thinking about how he got a tattoo of a sword on his face at age fourteen so his best friend could always pick him out of a crowd with her vision impairment. thinking about how he cries at literally everything but only so that when it really matters, he can be dry-eyed && brave. thinking about how he knows crying isn't a sign of weakness, && proves it to everyone every day. thinking about how he apologizes for everything. thinking about how clear-headed he can be. thinking about how he gunned down eighteen speakeasies in a day all by himself as revenge for the deaths of his friends. thinking about how his gang sticks with him because he's just that kind of guy. thinking about how claire stanfield, describes him as having the strong, kind eyes of a hero.

[yenkat101]

more foolish injuries..?

Silly scenarios on how you got hurt and headcannons on how lover's name deals with it.... Choice: papercut ⚠️ Tw paper cut, blood ⚠️

Character: Ryunosuke Akutagawa x reader

Master list Hurt s/o - Atsushi & Akutagawa

Ryunosuke Akutagawa

Scenario: bliss cold night, flattering heat waves from the heater, it was like most nights but you were simply not tired enough to sleep. It's quite normal for someone to be able, to not close their eyes for one second. You couldn't sleep and that was it. It's not like you could have done anything to ease the threat of possibly not receiving any sleep tonight. It was nice, you did many things such as perhaps cooking, or maybe drawing, or maybe playing an instrument the quietest you can. It was still night, you couldn't bother anyone else because you couldn't sleep, because it wasn't fair to them. You were still waiting for your boyfriend Akutagawa to get home. Yes, you were dating the black fanged Hellhound from the port Mafia. You like to say, you knew him as someone completely different then those who describe him. They said he was a cruel, selfish, ruthless man, they weren't wrong... But you knew him as quiet, reserved, little bit anxious, a little bit mean, resentful, reluctant, a little bit caring and the list goes on... Akutagawa only got home after midnight. It wasn't really a big deal... But you missed him. You were sitting on a sofa while you continued reading one of his favorite books.. it still wasn't the same when Akutagawa would read it out loud for you, to soothe you.. but you were at least doing something. Perhaps you were just two or three chapters in, until you heard the door. On the other side the door was unlocking and Akutagawa was soon enough in site. "Y/n..?" "Hello.." it was clear to determine that Akutagawa was so confused about while you're awake at this hour. He shot a glance to the clock floating on the wall.. it was practically 2:00 in the morning.. "what are you doing awake at this hour?" "Couldn't sleep, that's all" "..." "..." "I'll deal with you later.." "oh, okay..?" Akutagawa was secretly excited to be able to cuddle up to your side.. now he confused about why were you awake. Most of the time when Akutagawa gets home he only needs like 5 minutes then he's completely settle for the night. While you waited patiently you continue with your book. Skimming through the pages you got a paper cut "ah- ow..." "What happened" "paper cut" Akutagawa made his way to you in a somewhat reluctant matter. It wasn't the basic *little paper cut* it was a big bloody paper cut. Akutagawa hastily dragged you to the bathroom and tended to your wound. He soon securely bandaged your two bloody fingers, then he carried you to the bedroom and somewhat threw you onto the futon. Akutagawa then left to clean up the space and assure that all the exterior doors and windows are securely locked. Afterwards he made himself comfortable on the futon to read the book you were reading earlier.. "You still can't stop causing me trouble, huh?" you were still not comfortable enough to sleep so you nuzzled even closer to Akutagawa's stomach. "Still not tired?" "no.." "alright.. I'll read to you" now resting peacefully on Akutagawa's chest as he read one of his favorite antique books to you.. "you need to be more careful.." "your starting to get more foolish injuries.." "tone it down, your weak as it is. I don't need you hurting yourself more than you should" Akutagawa soon realized you were asleep soundly "your an adorable fool.. I'll give you that.. but you seriously need to be more careful" Akutagawa gave your forehead a shy peck then he place his book aside, turned off the lamp and brought your body closer to him.. "good night.. love.. see you in the morning.." Then the both of you slept soundly through the night

[killuwumi]

Hi, I could ask for scenarios and headcanons for dazai, chuuya, kunikida, akutagawa, when I have an argument with my s / o and they don't speak to each other for several days. how it is reconciled and after how many days. thank you very much☺️☺️☺️😁😁😁😊😊

How They Deal With Arguments 

Warnings | Kinda Fluff

a/n: thank you for requesting! this will be my first time doing hcs so I hope this is everything you wanted! :)

Dazai

-I don’t think Dazai could stay away for long, so I say he’s gone maximum 2 days.

-Arguments are not uncommon between the two of you, but usually they are silly little fights over brands of coffee or what music to play in the car.

-This time you had an especially bad week, and Dazai was always missing, sometimes not even at work. Which left you to worry, and that exploded into a serious argument.

-It left you angry and lonely because Dazai went out after the argument to clear his head.

-After 2 days he would probably come back home, burst through the door and apologize profusely.

-Of course he would have brought with him whatever you like, ex: teddy bears, flowers, candy, balloons, hell maybe even a puppy or something.

-Really anything he thinks will get him out of the 'dog house' so to speak. He really is sorry that he was gone so much, but the time he gave you to cool off and think ended up working well in his favor.

-The night probably ends in much needed snuggles on the couch and snacks.

-He can't stand the thought of the one he loves most being away from him for too long.

Chuuya

-Our favorite Port Mafia gravity man.

-Chuuya having a s/o was surprising to begin with, so he might be a little lost on how to make up after an argument.

-He doesn't like conflict with you, because his life is full of it already, and the peace you bring him isn't meant to be interrupted with petty arguments.

-However, Chuuya is well.. prideful. So if you press the right buttons he'll be gone for 4-5 days. Usually just doing mafia work to keep his mind off you.

-This argument was about the Port Mafia actually, and how you recently disagreed with it's actions. But expressing that to Chuuya came out the wrong way and he took a hit to his ego.

-So when he comes back, given that you don't do it first, his apology will be muttered under his breath and he'll make up for it in spoiling you.

-Chuuya clearly likes the finer things in life, from his probably expensive clothes to his definitely expensive wine, he wants to share that kind of life with you.

-So to make up for it, its gift giving, buying you a new outfit or something you really wanted. To top it all off, wine, and a nice dinner. (Probably made by him, at home, I headcanon him to be a good cook tbh).

Kunikida

-Kunikida does not get enough attention, imo. Anyways-

-I say he'd be gone for 3 days at max, although not by choice.

-I think it would probably go that the two of you have an argument and work calls, meaning he'll be tied up for a few extra days.

-He's organized, and precise, so I'd say he isn't unfamiliar with taking time for himself, especially after always having to deal with Dazai.

-The argument would probably be over something in your future, since he's so planned out. You had other things in mind however, and this caused him to panic. Maybe you both said some things you didn't mean and it got out of hand.

-"Maybe if you weren't married to your job, and we had more time together, I wouldn't be so fussy over what we do!" You would say, and he would probably fire back that you knew what you got into when you got together with him.

-But he is a reasonable man, and you love each other, so he wasn't going to let this get in the way.

-As soon as he could get back from his work at the ADA he would come home to you, and apologize loud and clear, probably with a long hug.

-Kunikida would make it up to you by going on a walk with you, under the stars, to just talk. Or be silent, whatever you liked.

-With his hectic life he enjoyed the peace and quiet sometimes, but discussing things with you was one of his favorite things to do, that he didn't get to do enough.

-The next few days he would probably pay close attention to how you're feeling, to make sure his apology sealed the deal. He's really glad it didn't turn into anything bigger than a simple argument, because he really would've wanted to apologize sooner.

-He might invite you to the office on a slow day so you could be around him more, especially in the days after, to really make sure you spend quality time together.

-Kunikida might be married to the job, but he's devoted to you.

Akutagawa

-Another busy boyfriend, and another Port Mafia favorite, Akutagawa.

-Much like Chuuya, having a s/o is EXTRA surprising. I think after an argument he could take a whole week to apologize, so unless you wanna speed up the process, you better be ready to wait.

-Akutagawa is always busy, but he won't ever turn you out of his office if you just want to sit and read or whatever. If he's let you close enough to date him, you can stay in his office at least.

-I think he's protective, probably doesn't like when you go out too much without him because he's worried about you, but doesn't know how to properly express that.

-He might have someone go with you, to escort you around when he can't be there, but more often than not you're with him, because he can't trust you in the hands of anyone else.

-At some point though, you get the wrong idea and think that he might not trust you, so you get quite angry at that thought and take it out on him.

-He's confused, because isn't that how you show someone you care for them? Being around them? He might not understand what you took his actions as, but he knows you're upset.

-You probably stormed out before he had time to respond in fear of his answer, expecting to not see him for awhile, you just went home.

-However, Akutagawa was working on figuring out what happened, and it took a few days of talking to Gin to figure it out. But he had work to attend to, so he came around in about a weeks time.

-He probably came into your house unannounced, and promptly hugged you, it was a little stiff, but you got the intention.

-I don't think he would come outright and say "I'm sorry" but maybe he would be more affectionate after he came back, which would be his way of saying sorry.

-Eventually he will learn to say he's sorry, and he'll make it up to you by spending the day doing whatever makes you happy.

-I don't see him as the type to go out, probably a more at home guy, but if it would make you happy, you can drag him along.

-Carnival time, that's right, I think it would be so fun to see this confused, edgy looking man riding the Farris wheel with you, but trust me he's happy to be back at your side.

-Cheats to win prizes, can't change my mind on that. By the time you get home Rashomon is carrying a billion prizes that Akutagawa "won" for you.

[nct-jihee]

Jihee (NCT) Profile: Jihee Facts and Ideal Type

Name: Jihee (지희)

Birth Name: Um Jihee (엄지희)

Position: Main Dancer, Main Vocalist

Birthday: May 28, 1997

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Birthplace: Incheon, South Korea

Height: 165 cm (5’4″)

Weight: 45 kg (99 lbs)

Blood Type: O

MBTI Type: ENFP

Jihee Facts:

—She was born in Incheon, South Korea.

—Education: Hanlim Multi Art School.

—Jihee has an older brother.

—Her nicknames are: JiJi (by the fandom) and her members call her different things.

—Jihee lived in Manchester, England for about 3 years (from when she was 4 till 7 years old).

—Fluent in English.

—Her father gave her "June" as her English name because her teachers and some friends couldn't pronounce "Jihee".

—Currently she has three tattoos.

—She loves sports: football soccer, swimming, volleyball, and archery.

—Jihee has a little nephew and she claims to be the best aunt.

—Jihee admits that she didn't like school at all, but is good at Chemistry and Maths.

—Since she was young she was a bit hyperactive and was easily distracted. She is still like that sometimes, but in a lesser amount.

—She plays guitar and bass.

—Can be really sensitive.

—When Jihee is stressed, she cries.

—She's really messy.

—Jihee doesn't like sasaengs and antis — absolutely hates them.

—Loves to use sarcasm but please never use it on her.

—Wanted to study Criminology.

—She was scouted by JYP Entertainment and Cube Entertainment.

—Jihee has been learning Japanese for years now because she wants to talk with Yuta all the time (Weekly Idol Ep. 347).

—Jihee ranked 12th in the "Top 100 Beautiful Faces Of 2018"

—Jihee ranked 4th in the "Top 100 Beautiful Faces Of 2019"

—She's been in love with singing and acting since she was young.

—Jihee participated in musicals a lot when she was in school.

—She's a good liar and always wins mafia game.

—Her sleeping habit: hugging a pillow.

—Lives in the 5th floor and her roommate is Taeyong.

—She didn't lived with her members at the beginning, she shared apartment with one of her managers: Yeonsoo unnie.

—Jihee loves all her members equally, but there's something about Taeil, Taeyong and Yuta that makes her heart feel warm.

—Her favorite animals are dogs and butterflies.

—Her role model is her mother.

—She's not sure what her hobbies are, she likes a lot of things: writing poetry, reading books, painting, swimming, etc.

—Likes cooking but won't like it if the guys force her to cook.

—Enjoys spicy food.

—Hates seafood.

—Favorite food: Meat and Pasta.

—Favorite fruit: Watermelon.

—Favorite season is Winter.

—Favorite color: Yellow and Blue.

—Favorite artist: Alicia Keys and Adele.

—She auditioned with the song: "Talking To The Moon" by Bruno Mars.

—She wasn't a good dancer when she first joined SM, but with effort and dedication she became one of the best dancers in the entertainment and industry.

—On December 9, 2013 she was revealed as a member of SMRookies.

—The same day, SM released a video of Jihee showing her dancing skills with "Upgrade U" by Beyoncé and Jay Z.

—Jihee appeared in Red Velvet’s MV Happiness (2014) at the very beginning.

—She debuted with NCT U first in 2016 and debuted again with NCT 127 in 2017.

—Although Jihee was loved as a member of SMRookies, when she debuted with NCT U she got a lot of hate.

—She says: "I think that helped me, somehow. Cause that made me work harder and, well, here I am." (Vlive, 2019).

—After her debut with NCT U in 2016, for the rest of that year she prepared for her acting debut.

—According to Red Velvet's Wendy: Jihee was the best actress among all the trainees and teachers would always complimented her.

—In 2017 she made her debut as an actress in the drama While You Were Sleeping.

—It was a small rol, but she was well received.

—Red Velvet members said that they all thought that Jihee was going to debut with them, so when they found out that she was actually going to debut in a coed group they were really sad.

—Oldest members of SMRookies, and future members of NCT, were aware of their concept: a coed group. So they knew that a girl would join them, they just didn't know who.

—Jihee likes rapping and she's quite good, so in 2019 SM Entertainment decided to make her a sub rapper.

—Taeyong says she's a totally different person when she is on-stage.

—Haechan genuinely thinks she's the mom of the group, even if she hates to be called that.

—Jihee takes care of the younger members, but it's clear who her favorite is: Renjun.

—Since her debut she has only dyed her hair four times: blonde, pink, red and blue.

—Her natural hair color is dark brown.

—She tries to not have skinship with her members in front of cameras because she wants to avoid any kind of bad comments, although they sometimes hug her or give her kisses on the cheek.

—However, with her best friends and coworkers (cast mates) she doesn't care and hugs them all the time because fans can't and don't have to say anything about it.

—She doesn't like drinking.

—Johnny thinks Jihee is the definition of Social Butterfly.

—Jihee wrote and participated in Hotel del Luna OST - Can You See My Heart.

—She did a duet with SHINee's Key for his album FACE with the song 'Forever Yours'

—Jihee was also featured in EXO-SC '1 Billion Views'

—On November 1st, 2019, SM gave her permission to create her instagram account because she was starting to get recognized as an actress from the drama Extraordinary You, however at that time she was only posting things related to the drama.

—She's really close with TWICE's Sana and Red Velvet's Joy.

—She's in a group chat with female idols from 97 line.

—F(x)'s Krystal, SNSD's Jessica and Tifanny, and Super Junior's Henry used to take care of her when she was a trainee.

—Like Haechan, she is good at Variety Shows.

—Jihee was an MC for Inkigayo with SEVENTEEN's Mingyu.

—In 2019, she was in Law Of The Jungle Ep. 368–372 with Red Velvet's Yeri and iKON's B. I.

—NCT U Line-ups she was apart of: The 7th Sense, Timeless, Boss, Coming Home, and Make a Wish.

—Sub-Unit: NCT U, NCT 127

—Jihee's Ideal Type: Someone who can communicate well with her. Someone kind, funny, and respectful. A family guy. A few years older than her, she wouldn't date someone younger. Jihee wants to be friends first.

[aster-tiger]

The Raging Witch

Zoro x OFC, Luffy x OFC, Law x OFC, Zoro x Luffy, Law x Zoro

Warnings: swearing, starved character, medical experimentation, pt$d, panic_attack$, hum@n_trafficking survivor, hurt/comfort, shameless smut, recovery, bisexuality, consensual k!nk, emotional slow burn, developing relationship, bonding, mating (not abo), post Punk Hazard, changing pov (no head hopping)

Chapter 12: The struggle

"You're from West Blue, you dealt with the mafia before. Any tips on Beige?" Law asked over the table.

They were having one last meal together, before Luffy, Nami, Chopper and Brook sailed for Totto Land to retrieve Sanji.

Rage scowled, she never had to deal with Beige, he didn't show any interest in Sin City. "Don't fuck his wife? I don't know, never met him."

Franky and Usopp howled with laughter but Nami threw a spoon at her.

"Be serious!" the redhead scowled. "This is important!"

Rage met the navigator's. orange eyes. "I am serious, I did that. And on another note, Big Mom has over eighty kids and about half as many husbands. Refrain from slut shaming if you want to survive."

Nami sat back with indignation. "We don't do that."

"What? Fuck around or slut shame? 'Cause I know you do both, a lot," she smiled wryly at the redhead, then snapped her fingers. "Oh right, the shaming went with the cook, so I guess you're good now."

"Shut up, Rage." Zoro snapped from his spot next to Luffy.

She leveled him with an unimpressed stare. His cranky attitude was starting to piss her off.

As on cue people started talking loudly, changing the subject and diverting the attention from the suddenly tense situation.

Holding the swordsman's gaze, Rage stood up and walked towards him. She stopped behind Nami, grabbed her by the waist and threw the navigator over her shoulder. The redhead yelped in surprise and tried to wriggle out of the hold, but she was smaller and weaker than Rage.

"Come on, we gotta talk," Rage said loudly, so she would calm down and the rest of her crew would piss off.

"I'm going to zap you with a thunderbolt if you won't put me down." The navigator threatened, while kicking furiously.

"We're skin to skin, good luck with that," Rage chuckled but released the redhead when they got outside.

Nami took a few quick steps back, putting distance between them. Her face was flushed, a deep pink blush covering her cheeks. Her scent changed, giving off her arousal.

"Oh, did I just make your fantasy of being thrown over a shoulder and carried away by a woman come true? You're welcome." Rage grinned widely at the flushed woman.

"You're not my type," Nami snapped back, her blush changing to deep hot red.

"And you are way too nice for my taste, so there." Rage answered, shrugging her shoulders. "Look, I don't care what the guys think of me, but I don't like to have beef with another woman over a guy, so let's work it out, ok?"

Nami didn't reply, just stood there glaring daggers at her.

Rage sighed and sat on a stone bench trying to make the situation look less like a standoff. "Which part pissed you off? The mating, the fact I slept with him, the part about babies?"

Nami was silent for a while, glaring daggers at her. "All of it."

"I won't take him from you. You love him. I don't even like him that much."

"So why did you sleep with him?"

"Well, bi boys turn me on and Zoro basically pimped him out, so it happened. But know this, I'm not exactly picky, I'll sleep with almost anyone when I'm bored and they offer."

"But that's the thing, he likes you and you act like he doesn't mean anything to you."

"Just because someone has feelings for me doesn't mean I have to reciprocate," Rage replied firmly.

"But you mated him! That isn't some simple one-sided crush!"

"Yeah, that's on me," unwavering Rage held the navigator's gaze. "What I said before, about the bond is true. It can be undone. Especially now, when it's not fully formed."

"Why are you so dead set on rejecting him?" The blush was gone from Nami's face, but she still radiated anger. It was a pretty sight.

"I don't get it," Rage furrowed her brows. "Are you angry about the mating or lack of mating? Because it seems to me you should be glad there is a way out."

Nami huffed with irritation, then with few quick strides closed the distance between them and flopped on the bench beside Rage. "You're right, normal people shouldn't jump into a life commitment with someone they know for a couple weeks. But this is Luffy. I knew him for a few days, when I stole his ship and he still came after me stating that I'm nakama. He found Zoro tied to a pole in a marine base and asked him to be his first mate after a short conversation. He dragged Usopp with us after a fight with a pirate crew, same with Sanji and the others. We went to fight Cypher Pol for Robin and she was Crocodile's minion when we first met her. Time was never an issue for Luffy. When he asks someone to be his nakama, there's no way of changing his mind."

"I don't fit with you," Rage replied with a scowl. The talk about nakama didn't sit right with her.

"Only you think that," Nami smoothed the surface of the dress the Minks gave her. "Luffy wants you to stay, Zoro likes you enough to share his booze with you, Robin is at ease around you, you got Chopper to joke and you call Usopp a brother. I'm pretty sure he already thinks of you as a sister."

Rage blew out a shuddering breath, leaned her head back and looked into the blue, cloudless sky. Memories of the cruel things she did flashed through her mind, one after another, as if contradicting the navigator's words.

Laughter bubbled in her throat and before she could stop herself she was laughing. It shook her whole body, making tears well in her eyes. The notion she fit with the Straw Hats was so outrageous, she couldn't stop herself. They were nice people, carefree even. For them life was an exciting adventure. They made friends wherever they went, making happy memories. She did not fit with them. The things she saw, people she met and killed, the tragedies she witnessed, pain and despair, rotting bodies, children looking at her with empty eyes. It was haunting. All of that made her someone so different from the Straw Hats. But Nami's words pulled at something deep within her, the wonder she felt as a child when she dreamed of adventures, of mates and love. She gave up on it a long time ago, and didn't even dare to hope for a life like theirs. She forfeited the dreams when she went on the first mission, then another and another. Losing happiness bit by bit.

Slender arms encircled her shoulders, pulling her into a warm, soft body. There were tears falling from her eyes and a choked sob escaped her throat. When did she start crying? 

It didn't matter, it really didn't matter.

The heaviness behind her sternum was back, pushing at her heart, until it became too much. 

Detachment fell like a curtain, shielding her from her own feelings. The tears stopped and sobs died in her throat. She brushed at her eyes, wiping the remains of her breakdown.

Nami's arms were still around her, providing comfort. Rage patted her gently and the navigator pulled back, concern still written over her face.

"Are you ok?" she asked softly and Rage shook her head.

There were people coming out of the building. Someone called the navigator's name. Nami squeezed Rage's hand in reassurance and hurried towards her crew. 

Luffy's party was heading out.

Rage caught sight of Luffy, he was staring and took a step towards her, but Nami turned his head forcefully, scolding him.

Rage was thankful to the navigator for providing a moment of distraction. She used it to slip away, dead set on avoiding the Straw Hat's captain. She didn't want to hear anything that Luffy had to say.

Her feet carried her through Nekomamushi's compound without any destination. Various Minks greeted her and came to cuddle, their casual affection pulled her out of detachment. 

The thing with dissociation was that it cut off everything, not only the harsh emotions, but the pleasant ones too. It was a useful tool to get through an unbearable situation, but it was temporary. Everything that happened, sooner or later came crashing, when the brain had to process the shit that went down. Rage knew the cost, she was trained to dissociate at will, to carry out the plan, and complete a mission with success. Emotions came later, when she was safe and surrounded by supportive people. Her team had a whole protocol to deal with the aftermath of a mission. They fought together, crumbled together and recovered together. Everyone had their own outlet to restore balance to their body and mind. And Rage lived up to her name.

"Hello!" she called out when she spotted one of the Guardians of the Whale Forest, a big bull Mink. He turned to her with a frown, lowered his head with huge horns and smooshed their cheeks together.

"Garchu, Rage-gara," the Mink rumbled in greeting. His bulky body looming over Rage's much smaller frame but the skinship made the whole experience less threatening. "Is there anything you need?"

"Yes, I was wondering if you have a place designated for training?"

She figured it wouldn't be wise to go wild in a random area and destroy shit. Zou had limited resources, due to its unique location. It would be wasteful and plain stupid to destroy even one tree or a rock just to blow off some steam.

"There is a training room in the palace, I can show you the way," the Mink replied, pulling back to stand at his full height.

"I was thinking about somewhere with more space, where there's no worry about the damage." Rage smiled sheepishly when the Mink leveled her with a careful look. "I just recovered from a serious condition and I need to evaluate my strength. I'll be sailing a ship soon and that's no place to go all out."

The bull released a rumbling noise that could've been an acknowledgement.

"Do you need a training partner?"

"No, I'd prefer to be alone, if that's acceptable."

He pointed to the opposite direction of the Whale Forest. "There's a path behind the palace, follow it. You'll know when you arrive."

She thanked him and hurried away. The path was easy to find and she decided to jog to the training area. The elephant skin was a difficult surface to move around, but at least it wasn't sand. It made for a decent warm up.

Even though she regenerated muscle, it was only her default physique, nowhere near the shape she was a year before. She needed to know what she could do and what to improve. Nothing better than venting frustration to check for her limits.

The path lead through a thick forest, the trees cast deep shadows, their wide branches blocking most of the sunlight. She wondered how it was possible for Zou's vegetation to thrive on seawater. Most plants died when exposed to so much salt.

She jumped over a fallen tree, followed a bend around a rock and saw bright light ahead. She came into a large clearing, littered with massive constructions made of stone and wood. There were obstacle courses both on and above ground, partly destroyed fighting platforms, punching poles with claw marks, charred spots and holes.

The Mink did not fuck around with training. Rage grinned widely and cracked her fists, it was going to be fun.

______

Zoro nearly sighed with relief, when the palace came into view. They were finally back from sending off Luffy and the rest of the guys. The incessant chatter on the way back was annoying the shit out of him, he tried his best to tune it out.

They were making plans, asking all sorts of questions, running over possibilities Zoro didn't care much about. Only the final plan interested him, not this intermediate shit.

He knew they were supposed to leave Zou in three days, after Law's crew and Franky ran maintenance on the Heart Pirates ship. Then about two weeks locked up with that bi…

A sudden boom reverberated through the air and Zoro reached for his swords in alarm. Everyone around him falling in a fighting stance.

A huge bull appeared out of nowhere and bowed his head towards the giant cat.

"What's going on Roddy?" The cat asked.

"One of our guests is training in the forest." The bull rumbled as another explosion occurred. "She asked for open space and to be left alone."

"It's almost time for another downpour, have you sent anyone to warn her?"

"She'll be fine," Zoro said with a scowl.

The cat turned his yellow eyes towards him but before he could say anything, an alarm sounded and they were ushered towards the palace. The door closed just before seawater poured from the sky. The violent downpour rattled the whole building. There were several thuds over the roof, then something landed with a loud splat in the yard in front of the palace.

"Seems like there will be fresh calamari for dinner," the cat chuckled. "Have some rest, friends. You'll be summoned when the dinner is ready."

There were Minks gathering around them, being a nuisance with their constant touching.

"Zoro, do you want to-"

"No," he growled at Usopp, swatted away grabby Minks and walked away from all the commotion.

The elephant's skin was a pain to walk on, he could use a nap. He was sure his room was somewhere around the corner. Or not.

"Looking for something?"

Zoro turned around with a scowl. Law stood in the middle of the corridor, wearing his usual blank expression.

"My room."

"Turn right, third door on the left." Law pointed the hilt of his nodachi forward.

"Thanks."

Zoro stepped around the corner, he didn't recognize any of the doors, but followed Law's directions anyway.

"This isn't my room," he uttered after he opened the door.

"It's mine," Law said, stepping behind him. "I want to talk to you."

Zoro harrumphed but walked into the room, dropping on the floor beside a low table.

Out of all the people, he didn't mind Law's company. Beside Luffy, the tall captain was his favourite. When he didn't speak about that one sore subject.

Law toed off his shoes and sat cross-legged next to Zoro. His golden eyes pinned him with their intense stare.

"You're unhappy."

"I'm pissed."

"What Rag-"

"I don't want to talk about her."

Law reached out and grabbed Zoro's shoulder, the tattoos on his fingers lining up to form the word 'Death'.

"She was right when she said the bond can be undone." Law continued, his voice steady. "I can get rid of it for you."

"Did you do it?"

Law held his gaze firmly. "Not yet."

Zoro circled his fingers around Law's wrist. "I don't want to get rid of it. I want her to complete it," he said, pulling the surgeon's hand from his shoulder. "I want her to be here with us, that fucking bond completed. Instead she's moping around, fucking shit up, bawling her eyes out like an idiot."

Law's eyes narrowed. "She might have her reasons. You saw her today with your navigator."

Zoro's grip tightened. "I don't care. You know it feels right to have her close, in your arms. She belongs with us and it's fucking infuriating she refuses to acknowledge it." Anger burned as hot as the need for the annoying woman. "That story she told me about her first mate is a bullshit excuse. She won't go through that mess with us. We're completely different people. We won't harm her like that bitch did. We won't coddle her either."

"Zoro," the way Law said his name, gave him pause. "I know."

There was a glimpse of vulnerability in those golden eyes, but Zoro didn't dwell on it. He was too furious with Rage, it was already too much and he couldn't take even more.

"What do you want?" he managed, digging his fingers into Law's wrist.

The surgeon didn't tense, in fact he seemed to relax into the touch, welcome it.

"Just a moment of distraction." 

___________

The dinner was a feast. The table was full of beautifully served dishes, rice rolls with fish and vegetables, deep fried calamari, fragrant and salty soup served with copious amounts of side dishes.

She internally thanked the Mink girl that provided her with new clothes, otherwise she would feel severely underdressed in her shorts and button-up shirt that were a hand-me-down from the Straw Hats.

"How was your training?" Inurashi asked from his spot next to Nekomamushi.

Rage sat up straight.

"It was humbling. Do you mind if I use the training grounds tomorrow as well?"

Inurashi nodded but Nekomamushi laughed raspily.

"Is there anything left standing?" The cat Mink asked with a huge smile.

"Yes," Rage nodded, casting down her gaze. "Sorry about the explosions. I have trouble with proper use of the techniques I was taught."

"Why is that?" Inurashi inquired.

"I sustained brain damage a year ago, it seems it didn't heal properly."

"That kind of injury rarely does."

"I just…" Rage caught herself before blurting the words out, but decided to say it anyway. "I thought the Devil Fruit will restore that as well, like it did to the rest of my body. I was trained to be in control over every small aspect and this feels like a failure."

She raised her head and glanced towards Inurashi. The older Mink was eyeing her pensively.

"Perfection is a heavy burden to carry. Many had drowned under its load."

"Sometimes we have to pick a burden to carry," Rage replied, folding her hands on her lap. "Either we drown under our own scrutiny or the lives that were lost due to a mistake we made."

"A morbid conclusion, coming from someone so young."

Rage chose to remain silent.

"Damn, Master Inurashi has some mad skills at making Rage shut up." Usopp joked in a stage whisper.

Rage sent him an unimpressed leer.

"What? No comebacks?"

"You're going training with me tomorrow."

"No can do. Still injured, have to take it easy. Doctor's orders." Usopp pointed his thumb at Law, a large grin splitting his face.

"That only means you won't run fast enough. I'll find you."

Usopp's face fell as she allowed a cold smile crawl on her lips.

Nekomamushi burst with a loud laughter, swishing his sake cup in the air. "I like your spirits, girl."

"I liked her better, when she sang shanties and made grown ass pirates blush."

"Oh, but that was before I killed a whole crew of bounty hunters because I couldn't control my devil fruit. But hey, starve me until Wano, then set me off on Kaido's troops and you'll be golden."

Usopp squinted his eyes, an unhappy frown pulling at his lips.

"You know, the drama would be real if you actually gave a damn that you killed that crew. You're throwing a fit 'cause you want everything back like it was before, instead of adapting to what is now."

She blinked several times, before she found her words.

"Damn, right between the eyes. When did you become so mean?"

"Apparently it runs in the family," Usopp replied with a sardonic smile.

She shook her head with a wide grin. "Watch your back tomorrow."

"Fine," Usopp matched her grin. "But can you sniff a high velocity projectile before it connects?"

Franky dropped his chopsticks and turned an incredulous look at the sniper. "Bro! Do you have a fever? Are you ok?"

The cyborg pressed his palm to Usopp's forehead.

"Don't ruin my moment! I'm hanging by a thread here." Usopp swatted at his crewmate's hands, beads of sweat forming on his temple.

Rage didn't care to listen any further, zoning out to analyze her training. It felt pretty satisfying to destroy things, a lot of things. But it wasn't quite the effect she was aiming for. The haki infused hits were meant to destroy the core of the constructions she punched, so she could collapse them easily with another hit. But instead, the poles erupted at first impact. The technique was developed to shatter a spine, meant to silently drop a person during stealth missions. Now, with her lapse of control it would end in a spray of blood and guts.

Usopp's words reverberated in her mind and made her reconsider the predicament. A spray of blood in an open battle would be very effective at intimidating the enemy, so maybe it would be useful after all.

There was movement around the table as the dinner concluded and people walked out of the room. Rage stood up and followed absentmindedly, still focused on the issue of haki control. 

She was trained from a very young age to use her haki with utter precision. The sloppy job she did on the training grounds was not acceptable and would've been frowned upon by her mom and great grandma. She put years into perfecting her techniques, training to be effective and unerring in the field. Losing that was a heavy blow to her self worth.

A wide chest pressed into her back and an arm with black tattoos circled her waist. She sucked a sharp breath in surprise, her nose picking mixed scents of Law and Zoro.

She froze, clenching her fists by her sides, so she wouldn't reach up to touch.

"Law…"

His head bowed to the crook of her neck where he inhaled deeply, then let out a relieved breath. His arm tightened around her waist.

"This is harder than I expected." He said softly against her skin, his hair brushing her cheek.

There was an apology ready on her lips, but she couldn't say it. It was pointless. She wouldn't change her mind, and she couldn't do anything for him. An apology was meaningless in this situation.

'I need you close for a bit." Law said, leaning their heads together. "Just this, nothing more, to make it more bearable."

He wasn't asking, there wasn't a faintest note of plea in his voice. He was stating what would happen and she couldn't find it in her to deny him.  

"Invite me to your room." He unwrapped his arm from her waist, sliding his hand to her hip. With a slight push he urged her to turn towards a door. They were standing in front of her room. 

She took a steadying breath and opened the door. Law's words from the night of the bonfire surfaced to the front of her mind. He said it was painful. It wasn't surprising, rejection rarely was pleasant. 

But Rage felt guilty, this situation was her fault and he didn't deserve the torment. So she grabbed his hand and led him inside.

They stood wordlessly in the middle of the dimm room. She was unsure what exactly he needed to soothe the ache. Well, she knew what ultimately would soothe it, but Law never said he wanted the bond. Only asked questions about the process.

She assumed he would use the information to remove all the neuroconnections formed for the bond. But he didn't. Meanwhile she did all she could to block the bonds and the onslaught of accompanying sensations. She barely felt anything and it only added to the guilt. Rage was ready to do anything he asked, just so he would feel better.

She mustered the courage to look into his eyes. "What do you need?"

He didn't answer, just stepped further into the room. He pulled her towards the bed, but didn't push her down. Instead his fingers reached to untie her wrap dress and he slowly peeled the soft fabric from her shoulders. Then folded the dress over the footboard of the bed. 

She stood motionless, wearing only a pair of panties that were given to her with the dress. Law pulled off his shirt and his scent mixed with Zoro's attacked her nose with double force.

Her mouth watered as her head filled with images explaining why the swordsman's scent was so prominent on Law's skin. Her pulse thrummed heavily, spreading heat throughout her body.

She followed Law's every move, his long fingers unzipping his pants and pushing them down, revealing his muscled legs. He tossed his clothes over her dress and she had no doubt the scent would cling to the fabric. She'd be able to smell it if she put on the dress again.

He faced her, wearing only a pair of black boxer-briefs. Her eyes traced the naked expanse of his skin, looking for marks. There weren't any, only dark ink covering his chest and arms.

Law reached out, twining their fingers and guiding her onto the bed. He pulled the sheets over their bodies while they laid side by side, the fabric cool against her naked skin.

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her against his warm chest and tucking her head in the crook of his neck. Zoro's scent assaulted her nose again and she breathed in deeply before exhaling shakily.

She was sure Law had sex with the swordsman not long ago. That's why Zoro's scent was all over his skin. But here with her, Law didn't do anything more than cuddle her, bathe her in his warmth and their mixed scents. Taunting her with what could be, if she gave into the pull of the bond.

She could have them both, pressed against her, touching her skin, fucking her into the mattress. All she had to do was to claim them.

A strained whimper escaped her and Law's hand stroked her back, soothing and tormenting her at the same time. Her heart squeezed. The bonding instinct flared to life, flooding her with a visceral need for a mate. The one she dreamed about so many years ago.

"It's too much," she whimpered weakly.

Law hummed in response, his hand moving slowly from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine.

"Please, just fuck me." She whimpered, her hands wandering aimlessly over his skin.

"I can't do that," came a hushed reply.

A choked up sound escaped her throat. "You had sex with Zoro not long ago. Why not now, with me?"

"Because it will be too much to leave you afterwards. The pull is strong, even this," his hand glided over her side, "is a lot and not enough. But if it's only this I will have the strength to walk away."

Hot tears prickled at her eyes, falling down on Law's neck. "I want to, I want it so much," the words came out as choked sobs. "But I'm scared. I can endure pain, torture, broken bones, but I can't take it from a mate again."

"Try to calm down," Law said with a gentle voice. He leaned back and cupped her cheek in his palm, tilting her head until their eyes met. "Nobody wants to harm you. I don't want to harm you. We are all healthy and in our right mind, the situation you experienced before is not likely to repeat."

His thumb stroked her cheek and the gesture combined with his words gradually soothed her distress.

"Do you even want the bond?" she asked, searching his eyes. She couldn't imagine why a man like him would like that kind of connection. He seemed to value his space, kept people at arm's length, most of the time he seemed withdrawn.

"I think I do." Came a simple reply.  

Rage didn't dare to ask why, he already denied her the answer.

"If I asked you, would you perform the surgery to strip me of the ability to form bonds?"

Law's eyes narrowed, a slight frown forming on his lips. "I would."

Nothing else, just simple confirmation. He didn't try to talk her into the bond or dissuade her from a risky brain surgery. He didn't seem angry at her like Zoro, never shouted at her like Luffy. But he was here, by her side, carrying another mate's scent on his skin as a silent promise of what could be, but never demanding anything from her.

It meant a lot and spoke volumes, cracking her resolve to never claim mates again.

His hand moved to her hair, stroking gently.

"Go to sleep," he gave her a small smile, then rolled on his back pulling her half on top of him.

She put her head on his shoulder and draped her arm over his chest, letting out a sigh. Right at that moment the thought of bonding with Law didn't seem like such a bad idea. Maybe she could make an exception just for him.

________

"Run that by me again?"

"The Heart Pirates ship is a submarine."

"Yeah, I think I'll catch a ride with Inurashi," Rage was backing out of the conversation.

"Come on Rage, for all your bravado, you surely aren't afraid of a submarine," Usopp teased, grinning like a madman.

"Oh yes I am, fearless and mighty brother of mine," she poured all the sarcasm she could muster into her words. "I don't like being confined into small closed off spaces. Given my fucked up devil fruit situation, what would you do if I get a panic attack and unconsciously drain people?"

"Have no fear, sister of mine," Usopp was still grinning widely, while he rummaged in his purse. He produced a hand rolled cigarette, presenting it like it was a holy grail. "I have a perfect herbal remedy for any kind of anxiety."

Rage felt her jaw dropping. She snatched the cigarette from his hand and sniffed it.

"You had fucking weed on you all along and you kept quiet?" Her tone was incredulous. "You realize, you could've prevented all the fighting while we were with Bartolomeo just by giving me this earlier?"

*We have a strict 'no smoking around Luffy' rule," Usopp explained with a serious expression. "He gets unpredictable when he's stoned, then he gets horny and then hungry. It's not pretty."

"You don't say," Rage smiled widely.

"We cut him off completely after Sanji baked a special brownie and Luffy ate the whole thing. We had to pull him from the water several times after he decided to race Brook over the surface. Brook can do it easily, but Luffy not so much. Then Zoro and Nami had a very intense couple of hours with our stoned, horny captain and then all the food was gone."

Rage found Zoro's gaze.

"He's not lying, isn't he?" She asked the swordsman.

"No," Zoro responded gruffly, leveling Usopp with a deadly glare.

Rage laughed and put her arm around Usopp's shoulders, shielding him from Zoro's gaze.

"Roll some more blunts, give me more spicy stories and I might be swayed to board that dreadful ship."

"No smoking on the submarine," Law informed them loudly. "It's a safety hazard."

"Or not," Rage commented and Usopp's face fell.

"We can still ask one of the Mink's cooks to bake it into cookies or brownie," Robin offered after standing next to them and pointing towards the palace kitchens.

"Don't encourage them, Robin," Zoro admonished with a growl.

Robin met his eye and smiled lightly.

"That brownie situation might have been hard for you, Swordsman-san," she replied calmly," but to the rest of us it was quite amusing."

Rage gasped, her eyes going round at Robin's choice of words, then she burst out laughing. Usopp doubled over, actual tears rolling down his face and Robin just smirked.

A metallic sound of a sword being unsheathed cut through the air.

"Run!" Rage yelled through the bouts of laughter and they all sprinted towards the kitchens.

Much later, after she and Usopp talked the Mink cooks into baking a batch of weed cookies, Rage found herself on the training grounds again. 

The debris she left the day before was piled on the edges of the clearing, washed away by several downpours of seawater. 

Rage stood in front of one of the training poles, her palm touching the wooden surface. She centered her haki, then pulled her hand back to strike a punch. The wood exploded on impact, just as the day before. She covered her face with her arms, stabbing pain exploding all over her front, where the splintered wood pierced her skin. She backed away, pulling the largest shards from her skin, then using her powers to push smaller splinters from her skin and heal the wounds.

Activating her devil fruit powers made her conscious of the huge animal that carried Zou on its back. She sensed various hormones running just under her feat, in the ancient animal's blood. 

Zunisha's metabolism was slow, but the amount of hormones coursing through its veins was astounding. She wondered if she could absorb some of it, the thought tempting and repulsive at the same time. She was injected with animal hormones on Punk Hazard and it was an extremely painful experience, which she never wanted to repeat. But something kept niggling at the back of her brain, urging to just give it a try. Zunisha was so big, she could absorb enough to heal the brain damage and the huge elephant wouldn't even feel the difference. Also the animal was ancient, maybe its hormones would have a different effect on her then those of other animals.

Finally she decided to give it a go. In the worst case scenario she will vomit for hours, feel debilitating pain and then feel like crap for days afterwards. Like good old prison days.

Rage sat on the ground, taking a deep breath to clear her mind. She put her palms on the elephant's skin and drew in a small quantity of hormones. 

It seemed fine, no violent reaction, so she went further to recombine the hormones for her own purposes. Some of the peptides weren't compatible, so she discarded them, then used newly formed hormones to heal her brain. 

Nothing happened. She sat there waiting but there was no change, no reaction. Either the hormones didn't work or they weren't enough. So she decided to absorb more and repeat the process. 

She understood it was a mistake when her heart raced like she just ran for her life and her whole body seized. Her vision blurred but all her other senses sharpened to the point she wasn't able to process the overwhelming input and it became unbearable. There were birds yelling in the trees, the rustling leaves were too loud, the wind put too much pressure on her skin, the ground was coarse like sandpaper. There was someone on the edge of the clearing, smelling exactly like the forest.

In an instant he was beside her, the large blurry head just above her.

"Rage-san, what is happening?" The bellowing voice threw her over the edge. Everything screeched to a halt and the last thing she saw was the blue sky.

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After the kidnapping; the darling refused to talk them, look at them, eat, and drinking water is a miracle; even that they don't really drink much of it. Of course the 2p Allies is getting tired of their darling's resistance, so the boys are about to punish them; but was stopped by a hard knocking on the door. When they opened the door.... It was the. Fucking. SWAT TEAM. Not only that but there was a camera crew ( probably the news ) and a shit ton of darling's fans surrounding their home booing, cursing, and throwing all kinds of things at the boys. Before they knew it, the boys was thrown to the ground, and hand cuffed. One of the SWAT members sayed they were under arrest for the kidnapping and brutality of ( the darling's full name ). What- How did this even happen?!?!? Then the boys saw the darling being carried bridal style by one of the SWAT members, they were passed out ( probably from the lack of food and poor treatment the boys was giving them ). Before they knew it they were sitting behind bars in a heavily secured prison. It was been at least a week since that whole incident happened, a week since their darling has been taken away from them. Some prison guards escorted them out of their cell, apparently they have a call. It was their boss. And boy were they Livid. Their boss screamed and shouted in their ear. They heard what happened and what they did. Apparently the main reason why they told the boys to take their daughter to the concert so they can talk about the government funds the darling was going to give them ( the darling has complete control of this ). So in a way the darling was helping them out big time. But since they kidnapped them and darling took back their money and gave it to charity and people in poverty ( the darling is the type of person to use their money and fame for good ). Their boss also recorded what the darling said so they can hear it. As punishment for letting such a large government fund slip through their hands because of their greed, their boss is going to let them sit in prison. And they won't be getting out of prison for a long long loooong time.

If you're curious of what the Darling's recorded message is then it pretty much went like this.

" No I'm giving you the money. Because if this is how your personification treats the people that trying to help you, Then I ain't giving SHIT away. I'll be damned if I did give a single penny of my money to some crazy. But what I will do is give my money to people who truly need it. And ( Country human's name ) if you hear this FUCK YOU AND GOOD LUCK WITH FINDING SOMEONE ELSE THAT WILL HELP WITH YOUR MILITARY FUNDS, BECAUSE I SURE AS HELL WON'T BE HELPING YOU ANY TIME SOON!!!!! "

𝙸 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚜. 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜

𝐴𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝐽𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠

“Come on doll, you have to eat something.”. It was clear he was starting to worry. After all, his doll hadn’t eaten in two days, and had barely drank any water. She/he was pale, and had lost a lot of weight. “Fine then.”. He exited the room, and began to plan what to do. Maybe he could threaten her/ his parents? Even then, there was no promise she/he would eat. Would he have to make her/him eat? He didn’t know how to put in a feeding tube, so he might have to threaten her/him. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at his door. He opened it, and was immediately tackled to the ground. “What the hell are you assholes doing!” He yelled. He saw someone walk back to the room he was keeping his darling in, kick down the door, and carry his doll face out. He was hauled to his feet, with his hands cuffed behind his back. He was shoved outside, and saw the crowd that had formed around his house. He was thrown into the back of the cop car, and driven to prison. A week later, he answered the call from his boss. He was pissed at everything. How dare his boss do this to him. How dare she/he say all those things to him! He knew he would be in jail for a while, and he used this time to plan. Clearly, he had been too nice to her/him. When he got out, no matter how long it took, he was going to make her/his life a living hell. His first punishment was going to seem like heaven on earth by the time he was done with them.

𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑚𝑠

“...” He was starting to get pissed off. Yeah, he had punished her/him, but now she/he was just being unreasonable. They haven’t eaten, drank, or even looked at him in the eyes. He had tried to be nice after her/his first punishment, but it was clear that wasn’t working. Her/his leg was still healing, but it was obvious it was still sore. He walked downstairs, carrying a plate of pancakes. He sat across from her/him, and put the plate between them. When they refused to eat, he was about to re-break her/his barely healed leg, but heard a knock from upstairs. He walked upstairs, opened the door, and was tackled instantly. When he was hauled to his feet, he saw a SWAT member carrying his maple. He could barely hear what they were saying he was so pissed. He was tossed in the back of a police car, and taken to jail. He used this time to plan, and be pissed at his boss for yelling at him. He was going to show them how cruel he could be. I actually don’t think he would stay in prison long, due to his brute strength, and the fact he is a massive daddy’s boy. Oliver (and Allen, he missed his killing buddy ok!) would break him out within a month. He would get a new house no one knew about but him, and take his maple back.(and kill his boss)

𝑋𝑖𝑎𝑜 𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑔

“You need to eat more, you’ve lost too much weight.” In all honesty, he was high 90% of the time, so he didn’t notice you stopped eating until you lost weight, and he only knew you lost weight because you felt boney when he cuddled you. When he demanded that you gain it back, and you ignored him, he got angry. Maybe spending more time tied up would help you? He was about to get the rope when there was a loud knock at his door. He opened the door, and was promptly tackled. A SWAT member told him,” You are under arrest for the kidnapping and brutality of (Y/N). Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.” He was cuffed, and when he was led outside he could see all the people. He thrown in a cop car, and taken to jail. His boss called him a week later, yelled at him, and told him he would be in prison for a long time. I think this would either cause him to lose interest in his darling, or it would ignite a deep fury inside him. In the case of the latter, it would be best if the darling was dead, because the agony they will be in would be unbearable.

𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐̧𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑦

“Eat some food, before I make you.” In all honesty, he didn’t care that you weren’t eating. He thought you were just protesting your punishment, and you would get over it in a couple days. After three days, he began to grow concerned. It wasn’t healthy for you to go so long without eating, he knows from personal experience. He walked into the room she/he was being kept in, and tried to make her/him eat. When she/he refused, he raised his hand to slap her/him when a knock at the door interrupted him. He opened the door, and was thrown to the ground by three SWAT members. “You are under arrest for the kidnapping and brutality of (Y/N).”. He saw the crowd of people outside, yelling obscenities at him. He got in the cop car, and went to prison. His boss scolded him, and he had plenty of time to think. I think if this happened, he would lose interest in this darling. If he didn’t, it’s safe to say things were going to suck for his darling.

𝑉𝑖𝑘𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝐵𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑘𝑦

“Come on подсолнечник, please eat a little bit.” This man was full on panicking. Why wouldn’t he be? His precious подсолнечник hadn’t eaten in three days! He knew it was wrong to kidnap someone, but he just wanted her/him all to himself. The fact that he was worrying was making the Baltic trio worry as well.(I hc that since the Baltic’s are scared of 1p Russia, the 2p are absolutely enamored with him and bend to his every whim). He had even gotten his chefs to make all of her/his favorite foods and she/he still wouldn’t eat. He was out of ideas. Maybe she/he just needed a little more alone time? They still might be stressed about their first punishment, and alone time always helps him destress. A loud knock at the door interrupted his thinking. He opened it, and was shoved to the ground and roughly handcuffed. Despite the protests of the Baltic trio and his sister, Belarus, he was tossed into the back of a cop car. All he could think about on the way to prison was the things those people outside his house had said. Was he really such a monster? Once he arrived at the prison, he had plenty of time to think. When his boss called him, and he heard the things his подсолнечник had said, he was angry. Mostly at his boss, but also a little bit at his s/o. He won’t be in prison for long, considering he controls the Russian mafia, and the guards are accepting bribes. Once he’s out, he will most likely kill or injure his boss, and kidnap his sunflower again. All the money she has left will be drained from her/his account, so even if they escape they won’t get far.

𝑂𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝐾𝑖𝑟𝑘𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑

“Poppet, don’t make me force you to eat”. In all honesty, it would be pretty hard to stop eating with him. He is always cooking something, and it always smells so good. He also hasn’t given you back any of your “privileges” yet, so he is still the one feeding you. You were refusing to do this the easy way, so now he had to be mean. He had had enough of your temper-tantrum, and was about to drag you back to your room to punish you again, probably via spanking, but was interrupted by a knock at the door. He opened it, and was instantly cuffed. He was led out to the cop car, but before he left, he saw someone who had dared to touch his poppet. He didn’t listen to what the crowd around his house was saying as the car pulled away. He was planning about what he was going to do. It didn’t take him long to rise in rank at the prison, and besides the phone call from his boss things were going to plan. After a month, he bribed, manipulated, and threatened his way out of prison. With his country status, it was easy to drain his s/o bank account into his own. He bought a new house, deep in the country-side, and brought his poppet home. She/he might fight now, but he was sure they would later come to appreciate all the thought he put into keeping them “safe”.

[mikosdreams]

Seven Of Us

Chapter Three: One Call

MAFIA: DARK, HORROR, GORE, ETC

Bad things

Mature

Rin races down the back roads towards a small town to seek refuge from the government, the same ones that busted his front door down to his home. The same ones that chased after him down the main streets of Seoul, the ones he finally just escaped from.

His heart knocks roughly against his ribcage as his mind goes as quick as his motorcycle, due to this simple mistake of not paying attention. Due to not watching his surroundings, he never saw the police motorcycle in front of him before it was too late.

The long-haired male groans in pain as he forced his numb tingling and pain holding body to move into an upright position to remove his helmet, he looks around him but only seeing his bike that was not going anywhere. Rin gives a shaky pained groan as he pulls himself out of the damp ditch, struggling but got himself up on his feet and started his way down the dirt road.

The bright green and broken helmet lands near his burning motorcycle as he walks past it, his dragging feet leaving clear trails behind him but he could care less as he pushes himself to find shelter. Pain played on his body like it was a jungle gym on the playground and it brought its friends along, his body struggles to pull itself but on his demand it does.

Sun starts to set, giving off an orange to the violet sky above him and to a building he sees off in the distinct. He looks over his shoulder, glad to see he can only see the black smoke from his bike far behind him that could have been hours behind him but his glee was cut short. Howls of some kind of canine come from around him, far off but he did not wish to be here too long.

Forcing himself to move as he possibly can turn the building, it wasn't much. It looked like it been abandoned for decades or more, it looked like a motel or something along those lines. The sign's letters were gone besides two, the rust outline the letters that use to be there.

'Dragonfly Motel' it read as he finally got closer to the sign, he stumbles towards the chain-link fence. Rin looks through the gate but besides weather and mother nature, it looked safe enough to stay. The only problem, how was he going to get into a motel with a ten feet high chain link fence and padlock gates?

Rin stumbles around the fence hoping for an opening and he did, a hole dug underneath the fence that made him afraid to go into the closed enclosure. What is there is a rabid animal? He couldn't run, he is tired enough by getting here. He looks around a few times before getting down as safely as he could and crawling to the other side, he clenches his jaw to not cry out in pain as the uncut wires cut and tear the back of his shirt. The man pulls himself up before trying to calm himself to listen to his surroundings.

Besides a few insects, he didn't hear much of anything to scare himself to death about. Rin pushes himself off the fence and makes his way towards the front of the motel. He looks around for windows that aren't broken, the clouds look heavy with rain above him with what little like that was given by the moon. He pushes open the door to what looks like is the check-in room or lobby, the long-haired male looks around himself before giving a heavy sigh of relief.

Making his way over towards the couch and letting himself down, allowing himself to relax before hearing the door he closed open. RIn's eyes open in fear as he looks at an elderly lady holding a lantern, his throat tightens up preventing him to talk. "What are you doing here?" Her voice sounded silvery as she spoke to the young man on her plaid couch, "Looking for shelter, madam." He replies softly as he struggles to pull his already broken and weak body into a standing position.

The elderly woman shakes her head with a wave of her hand, "Sit, child, you look like the wolves have gotten you." She spoke in a ringing tone as she makes her way towards the door to his right. "I'm sorry?" He questions as he tries his best to carefully sit back down but it was still rough making him gasp in pain, "You look like shit." She plainly states as she pulls out her first aid kit.

"What's your name, kid." She demands as she sits down on the low dark wooden coffee table in front of him as she opens up her aid kit, "Rin Sonnor, ma'am." He replies as he closes his eyes. "Don't call me, ma'am," She states as she pulls out a rag and rubbing alcohol, "You can call me Grandma Ella!" She chirpily replies as the burning liquid hit his open wounds.

Rin gasps as his hands grip the couch, knuckles turning white trying not to scream as he tries to withstand his pain the much as he could as the kind lady treats his wounds. Grandma Ella helps him take off his clothes as he drifts in and out of consciousness, he saw a few other people but younger.

Rain heavily slams against the window as his eyes against the candles around him, his body hurts but not as bad the first time to come to. It pulled himself up with stiffness in his body as he checks his surroundings, he was in a bedroom. He was in a small bed with one night stand, a dresser, a bathroom with no door but with a currently open curtain. Candles were set on the dresser, window sill, and nightstand inside bowls.

Rin pulls himself to the edge of the bed before he finally sees food on the dresser, he licks his lips before jumping slightly when the door opens and a young man walks in. "Nice to see that you are finally awake, My name is Kang-ho. My grandma said you should be fine in a few more days." He quickly explains as he walks over to the plate of food. Kang-ho hands Rin the plate of the still warm finger food before heading over to the dresser once more.

Kang-ho pulls out some decent clothes before setting on the counter in the bathroom, "If you need any help, just knock on the wall with the nightstand on it and I will be back." He informs before leaving out of the small room and passes the window. Rin waits a few more minutes to listen to his surroundings before finally relaxing.

The cooked carrots and sliced beetroots with strange meat off to the side looked and smelt great, he hurriedly ate. He felt like he hasn't eaten in days but he wouldn't be surprised if he been unconscious for that long, the motor accident did do some damage on him.

The ginger-haired man set the quickly finished plate that could be a cleaned off as possible on the nightstand before carefully getting on his feet, he carefully walked to the bathroom with a small limp but nothing he couldn't handle. He closed the off white curtain before taking care of himself, once he was done he changed his clothes and looked out the window.

The rain was slowed down to a drizzle as he exits out of the room with a garbage bag he found by the door that was made into a rain poncho. He walked across the lot to the lobby where there were pay phones on the wall, when he got closer he saw there was a quarter laying in the bottom of the box. Rin silently hopes that any of them to work as he checks the phone for a white noise before putting in the last quarter, hoping the others that lived in didn't mind.

'Thank you for calling MADIA KLINE SERVICES but currently, no one is available to take your call if you like to leave a message press one,' Rin sighs softly as he holds down seven and eight for three minutes before the robotic voice changed to a comfortable he was more commonly with, 'You have access MADIA SYSTEM, name please.' Rin smiles as his shoulders relax before feeling like he is being watched.

Window in front of him gave him some reflective view of the gates, his heart stopped because he couldn't tell if the dark figure was on the outside or inside. "Outsider." He whispers into the phone, the line immediately dies. Rin puts the phone on its hook as he slowly turns around to look at the gates, his heart starts to beat faster when the stranger is nowhere to be seen.

The young man quickly looks around before trying to move his body as quickly as he could to look for the others, he opened every door but seen or heard no one. His gut twisted and pulled telling him that he needed to go or else something bad will happen, Rin turns around and quickly heads back to the lobby. He looks around the small room, pulling out drawers and opening cabinets before looking back over to the drawers to see one flipped over in his panic. A key was heavy taped on the bottom of it, far back on the drawer.

Rin uses his nails to pull the tap up and to peel the key off, he rushes out of the lobby and towards the gates. He looks saw no one on the other side of the chain-linked fence as he messes with one of the padlocks, "Thank you, drawer." He whispers as the key unlocks it. The long-haired man pulls off the chain and pushes the gate open, he starts to walk out to see a car head his way. He wouldn't be fast enough to hide but once it got closer, he saw it was Grandma Ella and Kang-ho with a little one in the back.

"Get in!" She hollers when she rolls down her window, Rin moves as fast as possible to get into the car. The car started to move even before he got his door closed, "The little girl beside you is Jisu, watch your language." The elderly woman states as she kept her eyes on the road. "What is going on?" Rin asks as he pulls his seatbelt on, "Since you arrived, people were watching us. We didn't know when you will be able to move so Kang-ho grabbed Jisu and we headed through the tunnels." Grandma Ella explains. "We have a tunnel leading from Dragonfly Motel to Lucky Cat Repairs, I use to work there before the town got evacuated." Kang-ho finished for his grandmother.

"What? A town?" Rin asks confused as he finally looks out his window to see a many but far apart buildings, "What happened?" He asks as he could see fences of all kinds surrounding the buildings. "A virus outbreak caused by the Savior Laboratories on the cliff up there," Kang-ho states as he points out the other side towards the cliffs where several off-white buildings rest untouched, "We never knew what they called it but we called it 'Alice Hallucinations' because once they are infected, it is already too late for them." Kang-ho looks out the window with a sorrowful look, "They see things that are there, hear things, and do things they shouldn't but they have no control. They don't get an option, it affects the brain and takes their life into its own hands." Kang-ho looks in the rearview mirror towards Rin, "You get the disease by blood." Kang-ho explains.

The air in the car felt heavy and sad, it made Rin want to cry as he looks over at Jisu to see she was asleep. "The disease took our mother after it took our father, she got it by trying to shot the gunshot wound in his chest. Unprotect skin, the blood had access." Kango explains as he looks back out the front window, "I thought I could save my mother but there is no cure for it. To treatment to ease the ones infected." Kangho's breathing became shaky as he closes his eyes to prevent tears from falling.

Rain fell heavier from the skies above, forcing the greyish blonde woman to slow the vehicle down for safety but they made it to the blacktop roads. "The scientists left without even helping and soon the police than our doctors too." Kang-ho lends back into his seat after he finally calmed himself down, "When people started to die, we started to pile the bodies outside the labotoraries and soon the dying went there on their own." Grandma Ella finishes as she glances back to check on Jisu. "We build and set up the fences, the ones that weren't affected and made tunnels to all the buildings." She explains as she soon lends back in her seat, "Then we died from natural causes but never left the fences. People forgot our town, Origin Reach, even exist and we were fine about this."

The car fell silent as they made their way into town, Rin's mind raced as he thinks about the information he was given. The horrors they faced and consequences they had to deal with that they didn't even make, they fought a battle that no one knew about and might never know. A mistake never wrote in history to be forgotten because the government swept it inbetween the cracks and placed a rug over it, knowing no one would know unless someone survived or went snooping.

It happened so quickly, the truck driver never saw them or the stop sign in such heavy rain until they collided. The driver had minor injuries as he dialed 911 while he exits his truck, the back half of the small car was beyond saving but that is not what scared the man. It was that he could see blood and someone in the back and the closer he got, the more of his heart broke to the point he was in tears.

"911, what is your emergency?" The dispatcher asks, "My Name is Kkoom, Ji-Hun. I need an ambulance on Suni street and Bomi street, there has been a collision. My truck hit a small car." He quickly explains as he tries to own his sobs back. "Please, hurry. There are four people in there." His breathing becomes shaky as his body starts to kneel on the ground, "There is a little girl and another boy in the car, ple-" His sob cuts him off as the dispatcher tries to calm him down. The phone lands in the puddle beside him as he can't see any of them breathing.

Four police cars, two ambulances, and one firefighter truck. They arrived as fast as they could, two policemen helped up Ji-Hun as they rest started on the car, with the people inside. It took what felt like hours to carefully get them out of the vehicle and into the back of the ambulances. There was no hope for the little girl or the elderly woman, the two men were in critical condition as the ambulances rush the hospitals.

This put RIn's life on a thread, a tearing and pulling thread for life. His life rests in the hands of the people around him, his hopes of surviving are with them. His hopes that his team got his message and will get to him, his wish that he does not leave this life so soon. This is his one call to anything bigger than him, don't let him go so soon, don't take him now. Please.

[inactivebsdblog]

Hello! Could I request a matchup plz? I have intp personality and I'm a asexual biromantic 5'1 ravenclaw Gemini girl with adhd.I'm caring,funny,loud,crazy,loyal,sassy,open minded,teasing and brutally honest to friends.but to strangers I'm cold with resting bitch face,because of this I don't have many friends.I like to watch anime, cook,draw,space,read,roast people with sick insults,listen to music,take long walks,and sleep,I also like to travel the world. Thxs!

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LOUD FUNNY GIRL WITH ADHD?

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU BECAUSE I KNOW EXACTLY WHO TO MATCH YOU WITH (there's really only one worry I have with this but honestly, I think he'll understand) (now that I look closer, there is one certain woman I can see you with too... but I'm gonna take my initial choice anyway because I can make better HCs for him)

I match you with...

Nakahara Chuuya!

He may seem like a pretty hot-headed (*cough* TSUNDERE *cough*) person at first, but inside, he is a very considerate person, really

Your first meeting was... bumpy. Literally. You bumped into each other while you were taking a walk and none of you really knew who bumped into who since you were both lost in thoughts (all alone~ *Mod is slapped*) so you just blamed the other.

You two started to sass the hell out of each other every time you met, be it on the street, in a shop, anywhere.

Chuuya was kinda relieved you couldn't use his height aganist him since you are shorter but you still gave impressive answers to his teasing and teased him himself in pretty creative ways.

The more he got to know you, the more he came to like you. You made him laugh and you were unique. You didn't try to fit in. You'd tell him how you think his clothes are terrible if you'd really think so and he wouldn't be as angry because he'd know that you're serious and not trying to tease him like a certain waste of bandages.

He would've never confessed to you on his own (like I said, Tsundere), but one day, conveniently, you turn to him with a grin and said "Admit it, you just like me~!" in a teasing way.

What you didn't expect was him saying "Yes, I do like you" with a serious face before turning into a blushing mess.

And after that, it just... happened.

You listen to his problems, even though you have to chuckle every time Dazai comes up. This guy has a complex that's thankfully not as bad as Akutagawa's, but it still exists.

Chuuya also tries to listen to your problems and gives advice on how to solve them... though most of the time, the advice is just him offering to beat up whoever caused you the problem. Sometimes, though, his advices are very helpful.

He watches anime with you, though he isn't interested in most of them. I can see him getting invested in romance anime, though (he is the Port Mafia's mum, after all, if you don't get that, listen to the Port Mafia Onsen Drama CD).

I can totally see him testing your food, walking to his bar and taking out a wine he thinks fits the taste. Actually, you can't tell me that wouldn't happen.

He's the type of person that would take one look at your drawing, say "Not bad" and come back at night to fanboy over it and take photos.

(Okay, how can I understand "space"? Like, do you like space, the sky thing? I'm just gonna assume it's that) Chuuya and space? He's gravity. He could take you to space... but he doesn't want to kill you, so he takes you high enough to still be able to breathe. The same with travelling, just that you're flying through the sky and see Yokohama and cities around from above. He could show you the whole world, but that'd be draining for both of you.

(I can show you the world~)

He leaves you alone when reading (or sleeping). He doesn't do it often and he doesn't want to disturb you since you look so peaceful and beautiful-

He knows your roasting skills first-hand and he thinks you're very creative.

Taking long walks with Chuuya often ends in a bar. You do get him home before he gets too drunk, but he has very low alcohol tolerance, so at home, you have to put up with him complaining about Dazai.

Speaking of Dazai: he'd be the one to burst through the door and congratulate his former partner on having found someone shorter than him as his significant other.

Angry Chuuya incoming... though this time, it's really for your sake, not because he feels insecure about his height. He would sacrifice the world for you.

Thanks for requesting! I hope you liked it!