#mafia aus are my life...

[jinsgoldenratio]

inspired by this tweet from hyunglinetrash...this idea has been consuming my every waking thought ever since...

#mafia aus are my life... #bts fanart #jinsgoldenratio #hoseok fanart #yoongi fanart #namjoon fanart #namgiseok

[misdreavusplush]

@bobmirum

i like your au

#mafia tower #pizza tower au #mafia peppino #i have never used tumblr in my life #i hope i'm using it right #peppino spaghetti

[dark-elf-writes]

Wait that khr/hp crossover with Tsuna raising Harry

Seven year old Harry gets hit with the ten year bazooka pulling Harry from just before he martyrs himself so baby Harry gets to talk to his dead family (and Primo perhaps?) and 17 year old Harry is desperately trying to play it cool so none of his family realize he’s planning on getting himself killed so they can’t try to change the future again to save him.

#the elf talks #harry potter #katekyo hitman reborn #reborn #they absolutely know #the one constant thing across all of my au’s is that Harry Potter cannot lie to save his life #the mafia does not change this #17 year old Harry having to dodge his Family to martyr himself only to have to dodge his family in the past too

[all54321]

The First Meeting

How Scar and Grian first met in the mafia au!

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At the ding of the bell, Grian looks up, “how can I-“ he trails off as he sees who walks in. He doesn’t believe in love at first sight, but he can’t deny how hot they look. The stranger glances around the store before approaching him. Grian clears his throat, “how can I help you?”

He approaches the counter, leaning on it to get closer, “I would like to conduct some business with you.”

“Business?” Grian echoes, slightly amused at his wording.

“My family would like to have a meeting,” he lowers his voice into a whisper, “with you Bad Boys.”

Grian feels a chill go down his spine, “what do you mean?” No one is supposed to know about that.

The other grins, “I know who you are, you and the others here.”

Grian stares at him, “who are you?”

The confident smirk doesn’t leave his face, “you may call me Scar.”

Grian’s breath hitches as he studies Scar’s face, there’s a long scar across his face, one that Grian should have recognized immediately. He just never expected Scar of all people to visit their bakery. Scar’s smirk widens at his reaction. Grian takes a deep breath, trying to hide his emotions, “what do you want?”

“To hold a meeting, as I’ve said,” he answers simply.

“What kind of meeting?” Grian asks, cautious. The Clockers are definitely infamous amongst even the top gangs. You’d be a fool to not have even a small amount of fear of them, of Cleo.

“Of business, plain and simple.”

“Really?”

“Yup!” Scar gives him a smile, “so all of us can sit down and have a talk.”

“Right-“ Grian gets interrupted as the door opens again, a small group entering, talking amongst themselves.

Scar gives him a look before murmuring, “we’ll drop off a message for a time and place soon.”

He nods, “alright.” With that, Scar gives him a slight nod, and turns to leave the store. Grian just stares after him, not sure how to react still. Not only has he come face to face which Scar, who knows exactly what their cover is, but he’s also incredibly hot as well. Grian really shouldn’t be catching feelings for someone like Scar, especially not with who his mother is. He’s not sure how Cleo would react to that. Grian isn’t sure what Cleo even wants with them.

He’s pulled from his contemplating as the other customers approach the counter. Grian gives them a fake bright smile, “how can I help you today?”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Thankfully the day was almost over, so Grian can head home not long later. It’s especially good because he’s still very distracted by Scar’s visit. The Clockers want a meeting with them . It’s just so unfathomable to Grian. It doesn’t help that he doesn’t know what they want to talk about. It doesn’t help how hot Scar is.

He sighs the moment he steps back inside his place, Joel and Jimmy already right at the entrance. Probably waiting since he texted them that something important happened.

“Is everything alright?” Jimmy asks immediately.

Grian turns around and locks the door securely, “let’s talk about it further inside.” They both still at his series tone, nodding after a moment. They all head to the dining room, their designated meeting room, and take their seats.

“What happened?” Joel asks once they’re settled.

“Scar visited the bakery,” he answers. He adds on after a moment, “yes, that Scar.”

“What did he want?” He asks again after a moment.

“Apparently the Clockers want to hold a meeting with us, time and place to be determined.”

“You agreed?” Jimmy asks, surprised.

“In what world would I say no? He came into the bakery knowing exactly who I was. I don’t know how he got that information, and I’d rather not test to see what else he might know.”

Joel nods, “right. So there’s going to be a meeting but we have no information for it?”

Grian slumps, “yeah… customers came in so he told me that they would drop off a message with a time and place soon. Didn’t have much of a chance to ask for specifics.”

Jimmy sighs, “that’s fair. They probably won’t give us much time between giving us that information and the meeting itself, for a precaution.”

Joel nods in support, “and this delay is for you to inform us before then.”

“Yeah, most likely.”

~ ~ [Scar POV] ~ ~

Scar lets out a low breath as he steps inside his home. It’s not that the meeting went unexpectedly, he just never expected one of them to look like that. He shouldn’t be falling as hard as he is for Grian, not when there’s no guarantee that an alliance with the Bad Boys will stick.

“How’d it go?”

Scar startles out of his thoughts as Cleo walks up to him. He smiles, pushing his thoughts to the side, “it went well! Just need to inform them of a time and place.”

They nod, “I’ll have that ready soon.” Cleo stares at him for a moment, her tone turning a little darker, “are you sure everything went smoothly?”

“Yup,” he answers, popping the ‘p.’ At her look he adds on, “seriously, mom, it’s nothing to worry about.” Scar really doesn’t need to tell her about his sudden affection towards someone of different gang. Not right now, at least.

“Alright…” their tone is full of doubt, but she thankfully drops it.

#my writing #limited life mafia au #scarian #hermitshipping #the clockers #the bad boys #zombiecleo #goodtimeswithscar #grian #smallishbeans #solidaritygaming

[tanoraqui]

Oooh maybe Mafia and Balckmail for the ask game? With Elrond? Only of you feel like it, no pressure or anything.

[send me 1-3 tropes + 2-3 characters!]

Elrond opened his eyes and saw what should have been an unused surgery room. The plaster on the walls was broken, the pipes in the ceiling were exposed—it was the east wing of the hospital, roped off for renovations that had been "in progress" the entire time he'd been a med student here.

But there were lights on, tools laid out, a patient on the surgery table in front of him—no, a body. That woman was fresh from the morgue, her body bag discarded in the corner. Other bags (full? empty?) lay on the floor nearby. On the counter by the sink was a stack of portable freezer boxes.

"Oh, you're organ-harvesting," Elrond said. That did explain the pattern of missing and mutilated corpses.

There was a clatter behind him as his captor startled at his words. Elrond did tend to wake up unusually quickly—though really, who wouldn't, when handcuffed to an uncomfortable hospital chair?

Dr. Inglewood regained her dropped scalpel held it as a threat as she stalked into view.

"Yes," she said. "But if you know what's good for you, you'll keep quiet about it—or whatever dismal neighborhood your scholarship affords rent in will have another random mugging-gone-wrong, and I'll make a mint off of the fresh organs of a caucasian male age 18 to 35." She sneered. "With your 'family connections', nobody will even blink."

Elrond wiggled his wrists in his handcuffs. They were tight.

"They probably wouldn't," he admitted. "And I like all my organs where they are."

"Smart boy—"

The magnetic lockpick Elrond had tucked into his cuff earlier clicked through the pin on the cuffs. Without losing a second, he leapt up and swung the loose cuffs at Dr. Inglewood's head. She dodged by stumbling back, squawking with alarm. In her distraction, Elrond swept her knees out from under her, grabbed her scalpel, flipped it around and put it to the nape of her neck while he knelt and wrestled her arms up behind her back.

He said, conversationally, "But I don't really think you're thinking through the implications of 'kidnapped and raised by the Fëanorian Mob' either. Ma'am, you are not dealing with an amateur."

#ask meme #elrond #this is honorarily part of that modern au feanorian mafia au #that is in a couple posts...somewhere #though actually it occurred to me 2/3 through that if my headcanon for canon is that elrond only got into healing as a real life pursuit #AFTER elros's death; and before that he was more adventuring archeologist/anthropologist/archivist #then maybe in a modern au he goes into library sciences instead of med school & this should be a conspiracy about idk... #stealing and selling rare books? but also a) the imperative to preserve lost cultures is less important in a modern au with #no or at least LESS nigh-genocides and literal continental destruction #and b) i'd already described the creepy semi-used surgery room and corpses

[stabbyfoxandrew]

happy wip wednesday!!

mafia au if you could

WIP Wednesday (3/20) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 114)

“I wish you could transfer to New York,” Kevin whispers, dropping his head onto Jean’s shoulder.

“Me too, mon cher. Hopefully soon.” Jean says against his hair. He’s content there, with one arm around Kevin, until the door starts to creak open. Jean's alert immediately, but freezes when he realizes where he is.

“Everything okay?” asks Neil as he pokes his head in. “I couldn’t hear any arguing so I thought I would make sure you hadn’t killed each other.”

“You should be more careful, you could’ve walked in on something totally different,” Jean says, sliding his hand from Kevin's shoulder to his waist.

Neil scoffs. "I knew it wasn't that. I didn't hear... anything."

Jean feels his lip curl up at that but Kevin looks a bit embarrassed. "Am I seriously that loud?"

“Yes. You could wake the dead, Kev.” Neil answers. Jean suppresses a laugh. He wonders what would happen if he fucked Kevin in a cemetery. Oh. There's something he'd never considered before. Public sex, huh.

Kevin drops his head into his hands. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it," Neil shrugs, coming to sit down opposite of Jean at the foot of the bed. He gives them both a look, “Are we okay?”

#jean casually: huh... i should fuck kevin on riko's grave. \ neil: yeah. wait. WHAT? jean: what. \ neil: you want him to crawl out of there? #jean: no see. if he comes back to life you could shoot him this time! \ neil: i like that part. but that would require me to watch you #jean: well you have before. \ neil: ... #teehee ignore my tags i love being insane #aftg #kevjean #Mafia Restaurant AU #WIP Wednesday #🕊️ #answered #anon

[ultramori]

Mafia AU 12 going through it

#In all seriousness I actually really like this exchange #Me when I write kinda banger dialogue.... #Reminds me of the dialogue people will put in their dark art pieces online (here) #I wonder if that's what I'll be known for one day. Writing that kind of life altering dialogue #That'd be nice #my art #my doodles #elsen 12 #mafia madness #off art #off ecu #off enoch #off au

[uhhnothanku]

Y/N Slander. Pt 2.

Alpha Mafia Jungkook x Y/N 😈☠

Chapter 1~

You wake up just like any other day, another day of not wanting to deal with anyone's shit 😒 Another day of being single, wishing you weren't cursed to be an Omega. (I have no idea how the omegaverse works💀) You go to the mirror, your blue orbs looking back at you as you put your hair in a messy bun. You never cared to put products in it, you weren't like other girls. You didn't even wear makeup. Today was the day of the ceremony. You were to be paired with a mate today... You put on an oversized hoody one of the boys gave you and walk out your house.

~(time skip)~

You arrive to the ceremony, and immediately roll your baby blue eyes... Your gaze lands on Lisa who is giggling with Jisoo. "Look at Y/N!", Lisa giggles. "She's such a pick me omg, she could never be as preppy as us.." Jisoo gossips. "She's such a toy.." Lisa says and smirks. Your eyes glow red making them stop laughing and start pissing on the wall in fear. "IM NOT YOUR TOY!" Y/N exclaims, your fangs growing and horns coming out. You'd show them... Then suddenly you hear.. "Not...your t-o-o-y-y...~" coming from behind you. You turn to see none other than Alpha Jungkook! Your eyes turn pink cuz you're in love. You tuck you messy hair behind your ear and suddenly feel so smol and petite. "J-j-j-j-j-j-j-jung..k--kookie~ I mean! Kook~" you stutter and blush in embarrassment. He gently tilts your chin up, his handsome face being met by your lightskin stare. Lisa and Jisoo go up to and giggle. You roll you eyes and flick them with your tail, sending them to France where they were doomed to becoming the rats from ratatouille. You look back at Jungkook who smirks. But then you remember ...you're just an omega... But he doesn't have to know yet... "I want you to be my wife...y/n..." Jungkook says and looks down at your 2'1 frame. The whole ceremony gasps and looks at you two. "I-i-i-i-i..." You stutter... "shhhhhhhhh... Just say yes..." Jungkook whispers and presses a light kiss on your lips. "I... I can't..." y/n whispers. "I don't think you understand...Y/N.... You don't have a choice..."

To be continued...

#bts #bts army #bts jungkook #mafia #mafia au #omegaverse #alpha man #alpha beta omega #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #black pink #blackpink jisoo #black pink lisa #romance #cursed #what am i doin with my life #satire

[the-innefable-idiot]

Porschay out there living his best sold-to-one-direction fanfiction life and here I am struggling to pay my bills smh

#kinnporsche #kp #never before in my life I've envied a fictitious man so much #good for him #too bad his best fanfiction life will colide with hsi brother's mafia au 😔 #kimchay #kimporschay

[rosaacicularis]

… you mentioned a mafia au in your tags… 👀👀 perhaps maybe you would to share it 👀👀 pretty please 👀👀

oh anon, i would love to <3

scar is a marksman/sharpshooter, he has near perfect accuracy from like really far away. his code name is hawkeye (because of course it is)

grian knows everything one can know, for everything that is brought up, he knows the five w’s and then some. his code name (because again, of course) is the watcher.

mumbo (code name: vampire) is the clean up crew. disposes of bodies, cleans up blood, glass, weapons. he can be given the bloodiest crime scene, and he’ll leave cleaner the new.

bdubs is a sleeper agent (code name: the sleeper, nickname: sleeping beauty), he can go undercover for years at a time. nobody knows how he does it, nobody wants to.

bdubs bring a case to grian and scar, who then have to go undercover to infiltrate dogwarts. they go undercover as a couple and are forced to be in a fake relationship. scar and grian have had horrible crushes on each other for literal years. everybody else can see it but they are just pining away (they both know, they just don’t want it to interfere with work).

martyn figures out that there’s something off about grian after a few meetings. grian feels guilty, because he’s the reason it failed. so, he goes off alone to take down dogwarts to make it up to everyone. scar, mumbo, and bdubs freak out, because unlike grian, they don’t have all the information in the world…. but perhaps they know someone who might.

pearl, aka the prophet, and grian grew up together, they’re as thick as thieves, as close as siblings. so scar, mumbo and bdubs take a trip and ask her about where grian might be.

they find him, and he gets mad because he caused all of it, he’s going to fix all of it. he doesn’t want his friends to be in possible danger because of his mistakes. they all camp out in his motel room but he and scar are up in the middle of the night. they sit outside, looking up at the stars and they talk and maybe kiss occasionally, but scar convinces grian to let them help, that it wasn’t his fault. they make a plan to take them down, from the outside this time, and it works almost flawlessly.

almost because grian is hurt, and because of that scar leaves his station to make sure he’s alright, which means the fate of the operation is in the hands of bdubs and mumbo, who aren’t ever really on the scene as it’s happening. grian tells scar that he loves him, thinking that he’s going to die. scar calls mumbo over to apply pressure to grians wounds while he takes care of the rest.

grian wakes up in one the beds they have in their med-bay, scar is holding his hand, sitting in the chair next to him. grian smiles and squeezes his hand. scar wakes up and they kiss and get together officially, because they basically were already and there’s no point in needlessly breaking their hearts <3

#i didn’t expect to write so much #i’m sorry anon 😭😭 #they are just on my mind <3 #i love them so much #mafia au #scarian #desert duo #grian #gtws #gtwscar #goodtimeswithscar #hermitshipping #hermitcraft #trafficshipping #third life smp #anon ask #au concept

[cyberparadis]

Meet Manjiro Sano, the harbinger of hope and destruction. You know what they say about him? They say, it's better to be his friend than foe.

I mean, the sound of his bike is such a hope to all of toman yet a kiss from death to the members of black dragon. I love him. I love his character so much. He is like, " flip a coin and it's over for y'all."

and then we have mitusya, the realist.

Bet he secretly wanted draken to be the captain but who's gonna handle mikey's tantrums then? Ever thought about that mitsu, huh?

And then he says this. Bravo my beloved.

I'm sorry. I'm very emotional over this.

#✩ — memo #◕ — status #Manjiro my muse <3 #i could talk about this all day #write thesis on him in every arc lol #manjiro sano #hakkai shiba #takemichi hanagaki #mitsuya takashi #i wanna write mikey in mafia au now sob sob #why is life's so unfair #tr spoilers #tokyo revengers season 2 #tr s2 #tokyo revengers spoilers

[ainsleysays]

Mafia!Shane, ready to beat some more ass.

#It's just better when they're banged up ok #sdv mafia #mafia!shane #sdv shane #This Mafia AU is my life now I'm sorry #I'm not sorry #Shane DeLuca #mafia shane #mafia au #shane sdv #stardew valley shane #stardew shane #shane stardew valley

[all54321]

A Date? (Part 1)

Part 2, Bonus

AO3

Soon after confessing their feelings to each other, Grian and Scar are assigned to go on a mission to retrieve information together. Just the two of them. Their focus lasts on the mission as long as you’d expect.

—————

“How’s this for a first date?” Scar says, a little too loudly and cheerfully for the situation they’re in.

Grian elbows him, “this isn’t a date.”

“It sure feels this way!”

Grian shoots him a withering glare, “keep quiet. If we get caught it’d be both of our heads.”

“As I said, one hell of a first date!” Scar replies, enthusiasm not fading one bit, but he does get a little quieter.

“I hate you,” Grian mutters, peering around the corner.

“Sure, sure,” Scar answers, unconvinced. “If you truly hated me, you wouldn’t have agreed to go out on a date.”

“I agreed to go on a date later, not the next time we’re alone together.” Grian counters, leaving the nook they were hiding in. He leads them deeper into the building, keeping his movements silent. Not that it matters since Scar doesn’t seem to care about being silent.

“I don’t know why you seem so opposed to this, G.”

Grian feels his face heat up at the nickname, “because nothing about this is romantic?” He manages to keep his tone even and not flustered.

“I beg to differ,” Scar says, wrapping an arm around Grian’s waist.

He barely manages to suppress the urge in him to attack Scar at the sudden touch. Instead, Grian just pulls his hand off him, pretending he didn’t enjoy it as much as he did. “We need to be fully focused on this mission,” he hisses sternly.

“I am focused!” Scar counters.

Grian glances at him, confirming that Scar very much isn’t focused. On the mission, that is, considering that he’s staring at Grian. He quickly looks ahead again, forcing himself to not blush.

Grian freezes when he hears people talking, glancing around for a hiding spot. The acts the moment he sees a door, grabbing Scar and pulling him through it. It’s only as he steps in does he realizes what it is. With no time left to find a better spot, Grian pulls Scar into the storage closet with him and closes the door. It is an incredibly tight space.

“Well hello there,” Scar murmurs, voice barely louder than a breath, although perfectly audible to Grian since they’re practically pressed against each other.

“H-hey,” Grian replies, a little breathless, all thoughts of the mission gone from his head due to how close Scar is to him.

Grian can barely make out the smirk on Scar’s face when he realizes the effect he has on Grian. Scar slowly reaches a hand up to gently grab Grian’s chin. He inhales shakily but lets Scar tilt his head up a little. He stays perfectly still as Scar slowly leans down, giving Grian plenty of time to push him away, and presses their lips together.

Grian unfreezes at the kiss, reaching up and grabbing onto Scar’s shirt and pulling him closer. Scar wraps his other arm around Grian in response. Not one to let someone else take control, he moves one hand up into Scar’s hair. He gives a light tug, causing Scar to gasp. Grian immediately takes advantage and slips his tongue into his mouth. Grian is too busy thoroughly exploring to parse what the sounds Scar’s making means, outside of them being from enjoyment.

They break apart much too soon, in Grian’s opinion, breathing heavily. The moment he catches his breath, he leans back up to kiss Scar again, but the other pulls back. “Scar?” He whispers, barely suppressing his desperation.

“I think the cost is clear,” he murmurs back, his low tone sending shivers down Grian’s spine.

Grian flushes when he understands what Scar said. After everything he said about Scar needing to focus on the mission, he’s the one who gets distracted. Scar chuckles at his frustrated groan.

#my writing #limited life mafia au #Scarian #these two are professionals #but they are also very gay #honestly what were the others expecting to happen? #not that they knew that had confessed yet

[maskyartist]

Happy Death Day

startin to try n put my drabbles on here instead of just hoarding them on discord so here’s somethin I did for my RWBY Mafia AU awhile back. dont have read more since I’m on mobile so be warned for long text!

Tw for discussions of death/murder, hints of parental abuse, and general Mafioso stuff. This AU is meant to be dark so tread with caution

Also @bowl-of-shortness @zacs-of-rwby and my other rwby moots who’s names I currently forget THIS ONES FOR YALL >:D

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A soft hum interrupting the silence of the office makes Qrow peer over at his boss.

It’s not uncommon for Qrow to make himself at home while Ozpin busies himself with paperwork and whatnot, but it’s not often for him to interrupt the quiet that overtakes the top of the clock tower. Usually it’s Qrow himself, or someone else charging into his office with news of a shootout or deals gone wrong or whatever else the big man needs to handle.

“Somethin’ up, boss?” Asks the hitman, prompting a gentle smile from his employer. Qrow’s been around long enough to see through each and every smile Ozpin wears. There’s no malice underneath this one, no anger or disappointment. Merely gentle joy.

“Ah, not exactly, just...” Ozpin finally looks at Qrow fully, golden eyes filled with soft nostalgia. “...today is the anniversary of my father’s death.”

You could hear a pin drop from a mile away with how quiet it got.

“Oh...” Qrow mutters, staring back at his boss.

He knew...some, of what happened to the late head of the Pine Family.

Ozymandias Pine was quite the powerful man, until he was murdered in cold blood in his office. Only a few days later, Ozpin was appointed head of the family, since he was the next in line. But not much word got out beyond that. No one knew who killed the man. But, even with that knowledge, Ozpin looked...content. Like a cat who caught the canary. A happy little smile on his face.

“Is that...good? Or bad?” Qrow asks, a tad out of his element. He taps on the back of his chair. “Sorry, boss, just kinda confused here.”

Ozpin chuckles, soft and sweet. You wouldn’t guess this man has more blood on his hands then Satan himself, not with the way his eyes crinkle as he smiles, and not with how he sounds when he’s like this. Content. Peaceful. Happy.

It’s disconcerting that he looks like this when he speaks of the death of his father.

He waves a hand at Qrow. “Ah, it’s quite alright. Today is a good day, Qrow.” Ozpin says, as calm as ever. Better that then to have him all riled up. He lays his chin in his palm. “Have I ever told you how my father died?” Peering over his glasses, golden eyes lock with wine-red, and Qrow shakes his head. Ozpin’s smile morphs into something...darker. And so utterly pleased.

Even his years with the tribe, seeing the amount of lengths people will go through to live, Qrow can safely say he’s never gotten used to that smile.

“My father called me right here.” Ozpin taps the desk. “Into his office. He trained me often, prepared me to take over the business, but I suppose today he got bored of me.” He rolls his eyes, amused. “He handed me a single knife and told me to defend myself, because only one of us will be leaving this office alive. Then, he charged at me.”

Qrow’s stomach tightens uncomfortably, while Ozpin pushes himself up from his lounging position to lean back in his chair. “He left himself wide open. For someone so high classed, he certainly got sloppy that day. Perhaps he was that eager to be rid of me.”

He hums. Preening like a house cat. Proud and smug.

“I stabbed him. Right in his cold, blackened heart.”

Fingers deftly run over the curved top of Long Memory’s handle. That smile just grows larger. “I didn’t need that knife. I stole his own weapon, and killed him with it. Right here in my office.”

A sigh. A disappointed one. “Though, I will admit, it’s quite saddening that I wasn’t prepared enough to stop him from leaving me lame. He broke my femur, shattered it.”

A gentle hand lays on his injured thigh. “I wasn’t supposed to walk after that. My guess is that he wished to leave a lasting impact during his final moments. But...”

Ozpin stands from his chair, clutching the cane tight as he leans his weight onto it.

Lame...so that’s how Ozpin became this way.

Still, he’s standing. He’s walking, moving around the desk to stand in front as he looks at Qrow with a proud smile.

“With such a weak grip? It’s really no wonder he died so easily!”

And he laughs.

He laughs as if this were normal.

As if this was fine.

As if Qrow learning that he had killed his very own father with his bare hands at such a young age was...was okay.

It’s unsettling, because Ozpin’s laugh is anything but happy, but his smile says otherwise. Qrow should know. He can read his boss best, after all.

Thankfully, Ozpin doesn’t continue with his maniacs, as his laughing dies down to a gentle chuckle. Less deranged and more like himself. “He was a weak man. I did him a favor.”

Then, he pushes himself from his desk to stand right in front of Qrow, the man leaning back in his chair as his boss approaches.

A gloved hand, white and pristine, never needing to work a day in its life, gently cups his scruffy cheek as Ozpin offers him a warm smile.

“Like I said before, today is a day for happiness. No longer will that man be in charge of this business or my life, and no longer will I be harmed. It’s as simple as that.” He practically purrs as he pats Qrow’s cheek. “But it is very sweet of you to worry about me, darling.”

Qrow leans into the touch. “I’m always worried about you, Oz.”

“I know.”

Ah. There it is. That rare expression. Gentle eyes and soft smiles. Ozpin makes himself comfortable atop Qrow’s lap, easily wrapping his arms around his lover.

“I love your loyalty almost as much as I love you~”

Qrow will never know how he appealed to Ozpin like this. He felt nothing for no one. But…maybe he doesn’t need to know.

Maybe he doesn’t want to know.

Ignorance is bliss, after all.

#masky found the writing pen #sure let’s tag it that #rwby #rwby mafia au #professor ozpin #qrow branwen #cloqwork #rwby cloqwork #it’s not like the main focus but it’s clearly there #uhhhhh idk how to tag writing #one off #drabble #i actually MEANT to send this to the RWBY chat before I dipped???? #but then I had a mental breakdown and tried to ruin my relationships :) #it was an interesting time of my life :D

[yudidoodles]

We are now at some of the most recent stuff I've drawn and you can really see the improvements I've made in art since the first ones in the queue ALSO HOT DAMN

So backstory- this gal didn't really have a role, just a vague performer at Muffets, UNTIL I remembered burlesque is a thing- so now she is a burlesque dancer, distracting the crowd so everyone else can do whatever illegal shit they want. She's taken the place of Flowey, so her soul situation is,, questionable at best, so she also uses her womanly wiles/ability to change body type to kill off people when needed by the higher ups (she tends to go for a more masculine form when killing cause its less complicated to get away as a guy)

This ref set required 2 hours of research on burlesque (including watching several tutorials and trying to find ANY footage of some from close to the 40s as I could) and an hour research on knives for what she's holding in her masc hitman form- a butterfly knife- because no one would tell me if the mafia used them and I decided fuck it its worth it for the pun and they existed at least

#my art #believe it or not I literally cut like two paragraphs of her lore #these were drawn during my 6 hour mafia documentary binge so I wasn't focused on it then I looked back and like got flustered #its actually crazy how much progress I've made apparently? Like I've reached the point where I don't recognize the final product almost #if it weren't for the fanfic binging taking over my life you would've gotten twenty more drawings of her because holy shit LOOK AT HER #mafiaswapfell #side note mafiaswapfell is a criminally underrated AU I have found barely anything I know its suuuuuper niche but like #we are almost at the end of inital queue hell but I will prolly be throwing the fanfic stuff on the end so it'll just last the whole month

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just finished a 3k action scene thanks to ateez’s new song, so as a celebration i’m posting an excerpt of the witch mafia au, which i don’t think i’ve done on here before? suprising, given it’s now over 30k in length and i love posting pieces of my writing, but i’ve been trying to keep this one quite close to my chest so i don’t fall into the trap of ‘i’ve told people about it so now i don’t have to write it’.

but it’s nice to work on it again after such a long time away, so i’m giving in.

cw for mentions of violence and death, because this is still a mafia au even if it’s magic, and i am choosing not to pull my punches too much with that.

The cobbles twist beneath Felix’s feet, and he’s forced to turn just in time to see Hyunjin holding the stranger up by his throat, the air around his face twisted with heat-haze as the structure of his neck just… collapses beneath the burn of Hyunjin’s hand. The corpse falls to the cobblestones as they settle and still without his magic to move them, displaced dust lifting from the ground in fading clouds around the body; and for the briefest moment of quiet, Hyunjin meets Felix’s eyes.

The world moves in slow motion between them. Soot rises and swirls in the heat of Hyunjin’s skin, dark eyes lit golden and red by the embers rising from his mouth as he exhales; his hair has come loose from its tie and it drifts around his head in the breeze created by the flames that still lick at his fingers, wreathed around his bare arms like a lover’s caress. He is beautiful, and terrible, and something beyond human.

Putting entropy in the hands of mortal men… it doesn’t make us gods, Chan had told Felix once, and back then he’d believed it. Back then he’d understood that men with magic in their blood were still men, and could never be anything more, no matter how hard they tried.

Looking at Hyunjin now, Felix isn’t so sure.

#witch mafia au!!!! #it's dark!!! #it's spooky!!! #it's... kind of horny. #it's aimed at one specific person in my life haha but i'll probably share the full thing once it's done #this hyunjin is very scary and i am very proud of that #jsyk we're 30k in and they haven't even kissed #we're going slow burn #watch me now never share anything from this again until it's finished #either that or i'll talk about it constantly #stray kids fic #hyunlix #witch mafia au