#yes mafia boss is a cat

[ahatintimestorybook]

Hopes and Friendships Chap. 20-A Witch's First Day of School

Hey guys! I’ve been on a roll this month with fanfics! Getting this one worked on after RHPC and while working on Indie Kids, which I also finished.

Thanks to @gigilefache for being my beta reader!!

Enjoy!

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It was the first day of school. Mu looked at herself in the mirror wearing the outfit Luka and Harriet had bought for her during their shopping trip. She sighed in disappointment and sadness knowing that she would be entering a new school that doesn’t involve magic.

Many anxious scenarios played her head as she trotted downstairs to have breakfast with Harriet and Luka. What if magic just somehow happens?  What if no one likes her? Not wanting to show her nervousness Mu took a deep breath and gave a smile as she approached the kitchen.

“Morning!” Mu beamed.

“Morning Mu, how did you sleep?” Harriet asked.

“I slept okay, thanks for asking,” Mu replied as she sat down next to her best friend. Luka placed a plate of waffles topped with berries and whipped cream in front of Mu. She smiled in delight. 

Taking her fork, Mu sliced a bit of the waffle and took a bite out of it. She smiled seeing it tasted sweet, and kept on eating. 

“Is it good? It’s my dad’s secret recipe.” Harriet mentioned. Mu nodded and kept on eating.

“You're gonna need your appetite for your first day of school.”  Luka mentioned as he prepared the girls lunches.

“So any questions about human school you’d like to know?” Harriet asked.

Mu thought which questions would be good to ask as there were far too many questions she had in mind. “How are human world schools different from magic schools?” Mu asked.

“Well to start, no magic and no crazy teachers that want to kill us,” Harriet mentioned. Mu sighed, but Harriet wasn’t sure if that was a sigh of relief for no evil teachers or a sigh of sadness for a lack of magic.”But, you’re in the same class with me.”

Mu’s eyes widened. “Really?” She asked. Harriet nodded. “But how? Is that not difficult to achieve?” She asked.

“Dad has a way!” Harriet replied.

“I won’t say who, but your teacher this year was an old friend of mine. I told them how we took in an exchange student from another country and to make sure you're not separated they put you in their class.” Luka explained.

Mu felt a wave of relief wash over her. She wouldn't be separated from her best friend. Once she and Harriet were done eating they grabbed their lunches and backpacks, but before they could leave Moonjumper and Boss looked at the girls hoping to come along with them.

“Sorry guys, you have to stay home with Dad.” Harriet told them.

“Aww…” Moonjumper sighed looking down.

Boss sighed in relif. “Good. I’ll just relax.” He replied as he went to Harriet’s bed and slept.

Moonjumper then latched himself on to Harriet and gave his partner the biggest puppy dog eyes. “Come on, can we please go with you?” He asked.

“You’ll be fine at home. Dad will take care of both of you.” Harriet told him.

“I can be a plush toy! I’m good at it!” Moonjumper explained.

“I’m sorry Moon, but don’t worry. I’ll be back home soon.” Harriet gave Moonjumper a hug and put down. “See you later!” She beamed, grabbing Mu’s hand as they ran out of the house too. They made their way along their path, Mu smiled and laughed, trying to catch up to Harriet’s speed.

Once they made it to Starshine Elementary, Mu became starstruck at how big the school was. “This is your school?” Mu asked.

“Yep!” Harriet replied. She smiled as the two saw a green and blue blur running by, “And here’s one of my closest friends!” She beamed. Mu saw a girl around their age come running down before them. Jumping at Harriet and giving her a big hug.

The girl had dark skin, dark brown curly hair tied with a light blue ribbon, purple eyes and wore a green blouse with a light blue skirt, along with white cat socks and black boots. “Harriet! I missed you!” The girl beamed.

Harriet giggled. “I missed you too Brandy.”

“How was your summer?” Brandy asked.

Harriet giggled. “You could say it was magical,” she replied.

Brandy giggled. She turned to Mu. “Who’s your new friend?” 

“Oh right, Brandy this is Emily, or Mu as she likes to be called. She’s an exchange student dad and I took in over the summer.” Harriet explained, going along with the story her dad told her. “Mu this is Brandy, we’ve been friends since Kindergarten.”

“N-nice to meet you.” Mu replied, stuttering a bit.

Brandy giggled. “Hi there, any friend of Harriet is a friend of mine!” She beamed, taking Mu’s hand.

Mu was nervous to reply but managed to give a warm yet shaky chuckle. Harriet nudged her witch friend and gave a wink. “If you like me, you’ll definitely like Brandy. She's really cool and fun.” Harriet mentioned. 

Brandy giggled. “Guess what, Harriet,” she asked. “I’m in the same class as you this year!” 

Harriet squealed. “That’s great,” she beamed, “the three of us should sit together!”

“You read my mind!” Brandy replied. With that Harriet grabbed Mu’s hand as the girls went inside the classroom.

Once inside, Harriet and Brandy reunited with all their classmates and started to talk about their summer together. “So Harriet,” Brandy whispered, “tell me about your magical summer.”

Harriet nodded. “A lot has happened you see-“ Harriet was then cut off by the bell meaning class was about to start. “I’ll tell you at lunch.”

Once everyone was in class, the teacher came in. Harriet’s eyes widened as she recognized her from previous interactions. The teacher wore a light blue dress, brown pants and black shoes. Her rose red hair was tied into a side braid. She faced the class with a bright smile on her face.

“Good morning, and welcome back!” The teacher said happily. “I’m Miss. Rose, I’ll be your 5th grade teacher for this year!” 

Harriet quickly got up from her seat. “It’s nice to meet you W-I mean Miss. Rose!” She blurted out.

Miss. Rose giggled. “Harriet, I know your dad knows me, but that doesn’t mean you’ll get special treatment to call me by my full name.” She explained. 

The class giggled, which made Harriet laugh alongside them, just a tad more embarrassed, as she sat back down. “Sorry, sorry, I’m just excited for this year that’s all.” She explained.

“Well, it seems like you guys did have a nice, long, exciting break.” Miss. Rose explained. “So as a starter, why don’t we spend this morning getting to know each other before you guys go meet with the elective teachers.” The class agreed. “Alright, to start, why doesn’t the exchange student take the lead.” She said pointing to Mu.

The witch knew the teacher was talking about her and stood up nervously from her seat. “Uh… hi… I’m Emily, but I like to be called Mu.” She started. “It’s nice to meet you all.” Mu sat down and sighed in relief.

The class smiled, which made Mu smile. “Feel better?” Harriet whispered. Mu nodded and the two listened to the rest of their class each talk about themselves and their favorite moments about summer.

After a while, it was Brandy’s turn to speak. “Well, I’m Brandy, and my summer was alright. I got to visit my aunt in the city.” She explained.

She then looked at Harriet giving her a turn to speak up. “I’m Harriet Kidd, and during my summer I-“

“Was stuck in your fantasy world again?” A young boy asked, causing his little group to laugh.

“No!” Harriet snapped. “I was-“

“Pretending to be a witch!” Another boy in that same group cut Harriet off, which started to get the class except Mu and Brandy, to laugh.

Harriet went quiet and sat back down, but Mu was angry and she got up. “She and her dad visited me!” Mu yelled, getting the class quiet. “Harriet and her dad went traveling and I met them! That’s why I’m here!” Mu yelled. Harriet looked up at Mu and smiled seeing her friend stand up for her. Even if what Mu said wasn’t true it was something better than what she could’ve come up with.

“And don’t you pick on Harriet, Dylan!” Miss. Rose pointed to one of the boys. “I heard from your 4th grade teacher about your behavior towards her and others. I will not tolerate it.” Miss. Rose explained.

Dylan groaned and crossed his arms. Mu glared knowing Dylan would be on her nerves and looked at Harriet before whispering in her ear. “If you need me to get back at him let me know.”

“Don’t worry, I will.” Harriet whispered back as the two girls giggled.

The rest of class was normal and uneventful. Afterwards, the students got to visit all of the elective classes for the year. Mu was excited to try out all the classes. During the tour, Harriet kept on getting bumped and teased by Dylan, who would later act all innocent when someone else looked at him. 

Mu glared and had her wand hidden under her sleeves when she whispered a spell that caused Dylan to trip on his shoelace and fall on his face, causing everyone to laugh. Mu smirked and Harriet looked up with a smile. 

“You're horrible,l Mu.” Harriet whispered and snickered.

“I was just born that way.” Mu replied, giving a shrug. The girls giggled as they walked back to their classroom to work on their lessons for the day.

Since it was only the first day of school, the lessons were simple, so at times the kids asked Mu questions about her old school, and her life.

“So what kind of school did you go to before coming here?” One girl asked.

“A private school,” Mu replied.

“Have any friends? I’d love to meet them.” A young boy asked.

“Yep! I have a few, plus Harriet.” Mu answered, giving a nod.

Harriet smiled seeing Mu was adjusting well with everyone. She then felt a tap on her shoulder which made her turn towards Brandy. “I have a question about Mu, can I ask you very quickly?” She whispered.

“Sure what is it?” Harriet asked. Brandy leaned in Harriet’s ear and whispered her question. Harriet reacted with a cat-like smile. “Ask her at lunch. I won’t say.” She replied. Brandy smiled and gave a nod.

Lunch rolled around and Mu, Harriet and Brandy sat down at a table away from the rest of the kids. “This is where Brandy and I usually sit.” Harriet explained. 

Once the group was seated, Brandy didn’t hesitate to ask her a question. “You're a witch are you?” Brandy asked. 

Mu spit out her drink in surprise and coughed. “N-no!” She yelled. “What makes you say that?”

Harriet sighed. “Mu, remember when I said you’ll like Brandy?” She asked. Mu turned to her friend. “Well Brandy also likes magic like I do, so she’s safe to tell her you're a witch.”

Mu sighed feeling relieved. “Well to answer your question; yes I am a witch.”

Brandy’s smile widened and she hugged Mu tightly. “That is so cool!” Brandy beamed. “What kinds of magic can you do? Do you have a cat? I know witches have cats! Ooh tell me tell me!” Brandy was so excited as she wanted to know everything about Mu, the real Mu..

Mu chuckled. “Okay, okay. I can show you the magic after school. I do have a cat named Boss, he keeps me in line most of the time.” She explained.

“He’s also cuddly.” Harriet added. 

Brandy giggled in reply. “I’m guessing you didn’t travel to another country, but a witch world?” She asked, looking at Harriet.

Harriet nodded. “Yep! Speranza.” She replied. “Plus I even found clues about my mom.”

“That’s amazing!” Brandy beamed in reply. “So is she home safe?”

Harriet frowned and shook her head. Brandy frowned in reply knowing it wasn’t good news. “Turns out my grandma, who is also the headmistress, took her away from me and turned her into a monster.” Harriet explained.

Brandy frowned and hugged her friend. “I’m sorry, Harriet.” She said, before turning to Mu. “I guess you got stuck here too?” Mu nodded. 

“So now we’re trying to find a way to get back to Speranza to save my mom!” Harriet beamed.

Brandy smiled. “Um…if you want, I can help.” 

“How can you help?” Mu asked.

“I have a lot of magic-esq stuff at my house.” Brandy answered. “Maybe there’s something I have that could help.”

Mu and Harriet smiled seeing they were slowly making progress. “Alright. We’ll go!” Mu answered.

#hopes and friendships au #Hopes and friendships #Witch Mu AU #ahit au #hat kid #mustache girl #mafia boss ahit #yes mafia boss is a cat #ahit the prince #ahit the florist #ahit moonjumper #bow kid

[that-random-person-again]

Doodles

#ahit #a hat in time #art #ahit hat kid #ahit bow kid #ahit mafia boss #ahit mustache girl #hat kid #ahit cooking cat #mustache girl #bow kid #yes

[byeolbeloved]

Make me forget -choi san

pairings 》 mafia!san x reader

genre 》 mafia!au, smut, angst, tiny fluff, forbidden love

warnings 》 mention of guns/violence/blood/abuse, cheating (not on reader,) sexual content, MINORS DO NOT READ

summary 》 choi san was a cold, feared mafia boss who knew nothing outside the world of gore and killing. Thats when he met you, the girl who showed him love. But what stands in his way between having you to himself is his arranged marriage. That still does not stop his feelings for you.

Everyone feared San.

Apart from him being in the Choi family- one of the biggest mafia family trees in the world, San was a nightmare. His reputation was filthy ever since he was young. He trashed anywhere he’d step foot at, petrified whoever he spoke to and spat on his victims lifeless bodies after smothering their blood onto the walls- all with an emotionless look on his face.

But San feared you.

He feared you because of how lovable you were. How easy you smiled to people. How you’d drop anything you were doing to help people. How you cried at other people's pains. But most importantly. He feared how you weren’t scared of him. He knew if he were to ever pull a gun to your head, which god dammit he would pull it to his after, you’d smile at him. That smile that made his black heart excited. The only smile he could smile back to. The only time he smiled.

It was moments like these where he’d realise, although he has seen all the horror and gore of the world, he knew nothing about living.

Laying you down on your baby pink bed sheets, throwing some plushies that got in the way off the bed for you to pick up later. Your bright bedroom. Your simple quiet life contrasted his. His life of screams and gunshots. He liked it. He loved it. Because with you he felt like a man able to feel. Able to love.

He didn’t think it was possible for a human being to be this cute. The way you whimpered at his nibbles and breath on your neck. Your back arched, full body touching his when he played with your nipples. Your trembling hands gliding his back when he connected his lips to yours.

Cute was never in San’s vocabulary. But ever since that day he saw you at the cafe, serving pancakes to a customer with a bright smile, holding your belly as you lightly giggled, he used that word for the first time in his life. “Cute.”

His legs moved on their own. His hand pushed the door open on its own. Suddenly there you were right in front of him, the same smile on your face as you asked what he wanted to order. Although now, he could see the way your cheeks puffed up with a light blush, your nose scrunched when thinking about what to make him when he told you to order for him, the way your eyes sparkled. So shiny he could see his reflection through them.

His dirty, filthy, monstrous reflection.

But that was far from what you thought of him, after you handed him a cappuccino with a cat drawn on the foam with cocoa powder. “No need to act tough, I know you think it’s cute too” you told him with a giggle. And yes. He thought it was very cute. He thought you were cute. You wouldn’t think a man dressed in an all black, gelled back hair, tough build with sharp facial features could be in a cafe with pink wallpapers and flowers decorated on the walls. But for the next 4 weeks, San came to your cafe everyday. Ordered the same things. Sat at the same table. He’d stay until closing time and you two chatted anytime you weren’t preoccupied with other customers or cleaning up. He was surprisingly very charming and funny considering his dark visuals. You naturally felt comfortable with him which led you to venting about anything and everything to him. Whether it was about how you think mint chocolate is underrated or how complicated your love life is. He listened to everything. Soon later he started dropping you off at your house. Always walking you up to your apartment and occasionally giving you a kiss goodnight on your forehead.

San was never this slow with anyone. He could get any girl he wanted just from eye contact. But with you, he wanted to be proper. He wanted to feel you slowly, afraid he might break you from how fragile you were. He wanted all of you. But there was something that got in his way from that.

San was a married man.

“Did she…. Did she do this to you?” you said with a horrified expression, afraid to touch the burn mark on his back. San sighed sitting up from the bed facing you. “Y/N… it’s nothing, I’m okay” he gilded his thumb across your swollen bottom lip from your makeout session a minute ago. “San, look at your back! You barely got any skin left!” you lightly raise your voice in concern. “You’re not going back to that house. You can’t let her do these things to you San, you can’t!”

Park Seoyoon. Daughter of Mr.Park- one of the most feared Mafia leaders in the game. She was a fox. Elegant on the outside. Everyone loved her because she was so beautiful and bubbly. Her pale-milky skin stood out from her dark black hair. She was tall and slim. Her face was next-level beauty- although also 50% cosmetic. Everyone thought of her as the perfect wife. But under that mask she was nothing but a sly manipulator and abuser who got whatever she wanted.

Their fathers arranged their marriage for money and power. Which is why they are so respected as a couple in the mafia world.

San hated her. Despised her. She’d bring home multiple guys throughout the day. She threw water at her servants. Her voice was obnoxiously loud and annoying.

The beginning stages of their marriage Seoyoon tried her best at seducing San. Only to get ignored by him so she did everything to ruin his life. She knew he could not fight back at her, because one word to daddy and San would be dead meat.

First it was teasing- hooking up with his friends and purposely getting herself into trouble. Then verbal abuse- which didn’t do much to him since San never reacted to harsh words so it quickly turned physical. Her tantrums included throwing plates in his way but this time was too far when she threw boiling hot water at him neglecting whatever she said she wanted.

“I want to help you Sannie…” you felt helpless seeing him come home with bruises you couldn’t stop him from getting.

“You’re doing enough Y/N, being in my arms is enough baby” he pulled you from your waist to move closer to his body, never breaking eye contact with you he tangled his hand into your hair. He has you on his lap now slowly grinding your bodies on one another.

“W-wanna make you feel good” your voice was above a whisper, gently gliding your nails on the back of his neck sending shivers down his spine.

“Make me forget Y/N… Make me forget her and show me you’re mine” he says before clashing his lips onto yours, not roughly but passionately with hunger, as if he has been starved from your touch for decades.

Clothes were off in seconds. Both of your body heat grinding on each other could start a fire. A fire that will destroy the world. Destroy this world for not allowing you two to write your story. For not allowing him to hold your hand out in public and show you off to all his friends. For not allowing you to show him off. For not allowing you to plan your kids names and whose eyes they’re going to have. San could burn the world for you. Maybe it would be better for you two. Maybe you could finally do the things you wanted to do.

That fire could turn the world into the sun after you slowly slide yourself on him. Adjusting to his length you rest your forehead on his and whisper “Use me San… I w-wanna be yours in every way…c-claim me.”

Without another word he pushes you up, only to guide you down again causing your whole body to shudder. This goes on till he’s now thrusting into you from below, grunting at every thrust.

Your body rocks at every thrust, holding onto his shoulder for support, hair bouncing as he moves the strands from out of your face, looking at you with nothing but pure love in contrast to the lustful movements he’s doing beneath you.

“You’re so good to me Y/N fuck mine. mine. all mine yea I don’t deserve you like this fuck”

He doesn’t mean it. San has never felt insecure in his life. But part of him hurts knowing he can’t be a normal lover to you. It hurts him that he can’t live a normal life with you- because his life is far from normal. You’ve told him many times in the past how you don’t care. You like the way things are between you two. Because you love him and that's enough for you. But part of him can’t believe he could ever be loved.

“I love you San” you manage to get out between moans. His pace is now rough, fast, hard. Your walls are clenching onto him. Afraid he’ll slip out. Afraid he’ll go. Afraid it’ll end. But he holds you. He pulls you closer to his chest, face in the crook of your neck as he bites down.

“I love you my Y/N”

#ateez san #ateez san smut #san smut #choi san smut #san x reader #san x y/n #ateez imagines #san angst #choi san #choi san imagines #san hard hours

[norrisleclercf1]

pierre and reader who were childhood besties but he cuts ties with her to keep her safe but she gets hurt.

like i imagine they had those pretend weddings and printed out a fake marriage certificate and someone finds it and thinks they are actually married so they hurt the reader.

and pierre flips cus he literally left her to protect her but she still got hurt

A/N: See this is marriage, when you're having a shitty day and your wifey sends me this golden piece

"Will you just grow a pair; we need to find the information." A man hisses, standing in the pitch-black house. They shouldn't be in this house, no one was home, and the owner would not be so forgiving if they found out they were here. "Shut up, you fucker; the only reason we're here is because the boss said so." Creeping down the hallway, they have to be careful.

While this house had no one living in it for a while, they didn't know what type of security it would have. Breaking into the leader of the French Mafia was not brilliant, but they needed something against him. Studying the layout beforehand, they just needed to find the office.

They could use old papers or personal information. Reaching the door, they stopped waiting in case they could hear any ticks or anything to let them know if there were traps. Hearing nothing, they throw their bodies against the door, breaking it.

"Search everywhere." Nodding, the two men go off looking for a picture or a piece of paper with a name on it. One of the men stops, seeing a lock on a drawer. Taking their hammer, they knock it off and stop. "The fuck, he's married?" The other man laughs. "He's not." Reaching in, he pulls out the scrapbook.

"Really? Because this is filled with wedding pictures of him and some chick." Flipping through the pictures, he stares at the young face of Pierre Gasly and some girl in a white dress. "They look young." And they're right. The pictures were taken when you and Pierre were preteens.

It was one of those silly we'll get faked married and then promise to marry each other for real. Pierre was the first boy you loved, like truly loved in an all-consuming way. It was stupid, but you didn't know the future. It didn't realize that Pierre would stop talking to you and drop off the face of the planet. You last spoke years ago but kept the pictures and fake marriage certificates.

Sadly, the two dumbasses now in the office didn't know they were fake; to them, they found the holy grail of breaking Pierre Gasly.

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"Yes, I'm home." Balancing your phone to your ear as you jam the keys into your apartment door. "Mama, stop. Paris is safe alright, no one followed me, and I'm about to enter my apartment. Please calm down." This was a daily thing, talking down your mother as you walked from work to home.

She hated that you lived in the big city, wishing you stayed home. But Paris has been safe for many years, and it was no worry to you. Walking in, you drop your purse, kick off your shoes, walking to the windows. Your cat, Eclair. The damn cat Pierre got you as a "wedding gift" was still alive. It reminded you of fonder times.

"Mama, I'm safe. It's just me and Eclair here. I'm hanging up." Ending the call, you groan, rubbing the tips of your fingers over Eclair's back. "It's not just you and Eclair here." Gasping, you spin around, coming face to face with a man in a mask. "Tell Pierre we say hello." Raising his arm, something heavy whips across your skull. You didn't even make it to the floor before passing out.

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The harsh cleaner smell hits you first, then the feeling of your skull splitting open. Noises leave your mouth, and you want to move your arms, but your body is so heavy it's like lead. "Ow." Throat is tight, so dry from no water or talking for a few days.

"Mhmh." Blinding lights have you blinking fast. Eyes adjusted to the darkness, now facing the light worsens the pain. Yet you fight against it, ears ringing, and finally, settle on the beeping to your right. The blurriness fades away as you take in the pristine white of the room.

You're alive.

Eyes float around the room, taking in everything, but a splash of color has your attention. Dirty blonde hair and tan skin against the black outfit have you squint. You don't know anyone who would dress or look like this. Maybe a cop? Waiting for you to wake up to ask about the attack?

"You're awake?" That voice didn't belong to a cop; no, it belonged to someone you haven't seen for what seems like a lifetime. "Pea-Pierre?" You have to stop the slip of the nickname. The body stands as it moves over to your side, leaning over. Those blue eyes, you dream of those blue eyes.

"I'm here, ma femme." You make a noise, something of a laugh, which has him smiling, his fingers hanging off the railing, touching the cloth wrapped around your head. "Don't talk. They did some damage." Something in those soft blue eyes has them hardened in the corners. No one else would notice, but you have stared into those eyes and learned everything about them.

"I want to apologize, but I can't. I left to protect you, yet my leaving left you unprotected in a way I never imagined. They went after you to get to me." Pierre smiles, seeing how your face morphs, wanting to ask questions, yet you can't. "I can't tell you why," Reaching down, he clasps your hand in his, pressing a feather touch of a kiss to them.

"But, when you get out. You're coming with me, then I'll tell you everything. Just sleep." You hate that you can't fight, but sleep is dragging you down, slipping you back into the darkness you've grown accustomed to.

#f1 #f1 fandom #formula 1 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x y/n #formula one #f1 scenario #f1!mafia #mafia!pierre #f1 angst #f1 fluff #pierre gasly one shot #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly x you #pierre gasly x y/n #pierre gasly angst #pierre gasly fluff #pierre gasly #pierre gasly blurb

[starlightshadowsworld]

Bsd Beast except instead of Dazai becoming the Port Mafia Boss, Chuuya does.

"What the hell man?! Get out of my kitchen!" Yells Chuuya, he was fast asleep when Dazai had burst into his house.

Dazai is completely unfazed and poking his head into Chuuya's cupboard.

He could go shopping for canned crab but he knows Chuuya has a secret stash for him. Why waste the time when Dazai can just steal it from him?

He grins widely, the complete opposite to Chuuya's glare "good morning slug!" Dazai had forgotten Chuuya wasn't a morning person... Ha ha no he hadn't.

"I'm not gonna tell you again, get the hell out of my kitchen!"

"Did you know the Boss is dead?" Asks Dazai, completly ignoring Chuuya's words. He doesn't need to turn around to see Chuuya freeze in place, his words hanging in the air.

He's at least keeping his freak out silent, which is oddly considerate of him. Dazai hums, thoughtfully maybe the canned crab were in the top cupboards?

Though it's not like Chuuya can reach them.

"What happened?" Asks Chuuya, eyes wide but he's more awake now. Processing untimely death of your boss tends to do that to people.

"Oh who's to say." Says Dazai, he totally doesn't have blood on his sleeves. He'd at least cleaned his hands before searching through Chuuya's cupboards.

How considerate of him.

Chuuya's eyes narrow, because of course he saw it but he doesn't comment on it. "So who's his replacement?"

For a dog he's got a lot of tuna, probably feeds em to the stray cats that show up around here.

"Oh that would be you."

Dazai counted down from 5 before, on cue Chuuya screamed "WHAT?!"

"Are you drunk, slug? You're usually not this slow. It's pretty unprofessional for the boss to show up drunk" Sighs Dazai.

Chuuya glares at him "I'm not drunk! And don't fuck with me asshole, I'm not the damn boss!"

Dazai shakes his head "no, you are. Me and the other executives all held a vote and we all decided it should be you."

"Why?!"

Dazai sighs he's gonna have to spell this out for him, isn't he? He turns around and pauses seeing Chuuya's expression.

He doesn't look angry, infact he looks terrified.

"Slug?"

"I can't... I can't be a leader... "

Dazai frowns, abandoning his search for canned crab. "You can. You're the most qualified for the position." Chuuya shakes his head and than it hits Dazai.

The Sheep.

Of course, how could he be so stupid. "It won't end like it did than." Says Dazai, gently. "You won't be alone, not now, not ever."

Chuuya looks at him wary, but he looks less afraid. "I'm suprised you don't want it." Dazai gives him a deadpanned look "you think it'd be a good idea to leave me in charge."

He gets a snort in response, good he didn't like when Chuuya looked like a kicked poppy.

"Fine, I'll do it." Says Chuuya, if reluctant. Dazai grins "great, because you've got a meeting with the executives and if we don't leave soon we're gonna be late."

Chuuya glares at him, rolling his eyes. "Of course we fucking are, give me a sec to get dressed." He says getting up.

"Oh and Chuuya?"

"What now?"

"You might be the big boss now but you're still my little dog, don't you forget that."

Chuuya stops and glares at him. "I'm not your damn dog!" He yells before kicking open one of the cupboards.

The canned crab is inside.

"Aww, Chuuya you saved me some!" Yells Dazai, lighting up. Chuuya shakes his head fondly and leaves.

Oh yes, he was gonna be a great Boss, Dazai knew that for certain.

#bsd beast #beast chuuya #beast dazai #bungou stray dogs beast #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #soukoku #beast soukoku

[guilty-pleasures21]

ATSV Miguel O'Hara Masterlist

Long fics

Yooooooooouuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!! You SUCK! (ATSV fanfic starring Miguel O'Hara as main love interest) - ONGOING

Another one?! Ugh, I get bored at work, okay?! (Just me imagining Miguel O'Hara as my boss at work 🥲) - ONGOING

Maybe this will just be my trash one (Mafia boss Miguel?! Yes, please! 🥺) - ONGOING

The perfect guy (AI Miguel x reader) - COMPLETE

Unnamed (Bridgeton-themed fic) - COMING SOON

Short fics

Best friend's older brother (just a sweet childhood romance one) - THREE-PARTS

The thief & the detective (cat burglar MC x detective Miguel) - TWO-PARTS

The health checkup (Miguel going for his annual checkup and getting nervous around his new doctor) - ONE-SHOT

Miguel x werewolf s/o (just a quick thought) - DRABBLE

#fanfic #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #atsv fanfiction #spiderman x reader #spiderman 2099 x you #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel x y/n #miguel x you #miguel x oc #miguel smut #miguel fanfic #miguel fluff #miguel o'hara × reader #spiderman fluff #spiderman 2099 fanfiction #spiderman 2099 smut #spiderman smut #spiderman oc #spiderman x you #spiderman x y/n #spiderman x oc #miguel o'hara spiderverse #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x spiderwoman!reader

[noroi1000]

Nyan XIV - What the hell?

Nyan Chapters List

Summary: You've been put in a strange situation...Why are they so close to some woman when they were about to explain something to you...

A/n: I was asked for a bit of drama, so here it is. Light angst.

"Good morning, I was sent by Gojo-san and Geto-san. It's my pleasure to meet with Miss (y/n) (l/n)?" The dark haired man with glasses asked as you opened the door after hearing the doorbell. 

As you might have guessed, they weren't home yet... You felt sad about that, but there was nothing you could do. You had a bit of a fight with them, didn't you? 

It was your first serious argument in your relationship... You felt bad.

But what the eyes see for a second doesn't mean it's real. 

Maybe the argument wasn't what you thought it was because you didn't see it long enough?

At first glance, everything is much worse than it really can be. 

"Yes. It's me," you said.

"Miss, please come downstairs. We have to hurry." He said with a small smile. 

You went for your phone and took what you needed.

You walked up the stairs and wondered who he was. A driver in a suit? 

So compared to who your boys hang out with, maybe this apartment is too poor?

Who the hell are they? 

The door to a shiny black car has been opened for you, and you know it's not a taxi...

It's a very clean, shiny black car that a driver in a suit invited you to sit in...

You hesitantly got into the backseat and fastened your seatbelt, looking around shyly.

How should you behave? 

Why is it all like this?

What can you expect? 

Who are they really?

Maybe they are serious businessmen who earn a fortune?

Maybe they are models or actors?

They told you not to worry after finding out. And that they will protect you.

Oh my God...

Are they from the mafia?

Is that why this car is like this? Own driver? A lot of money? 

In books, a mafioso is always handsome and young... Maybe this also applies to your situation?!

What if you get out of the car and immediately see a large villa in the suburbs and gorillas with guns to protect the boss?

Oh god, what have you gotten yourself into...

Or maybe they are murderers too?

They can fight and track! 

What if you see drugs and weapons? Or maybe dead bodies?!

What the hell is wrong with your cats?! With your boys?!

Cat mafioso??

Two cats with signet rings behind a desk and guns?!

Two cats that rule the entire mafia?!

Your imagination is running too wild now!

You looked at your phone when you saw the message you had received. 

Suguru: "When will you be there?" "Where are you already?"

You: "I don't know" "We entered some forest and we're going up" “I won't be taken to the forest and murdered, right?"

Suguru: "Of course not!" "Silly, we would never let anything happen to you." "Ijichi is a trusted assistant" "We have to do something with Satoru. We'll be alone when you arrive."

You: "What should I do?" "What's more important than finally telling me the truth?"

Suguru: "We have one person to deal with" "Believe me, you don't want to understand this woman."

Women?

They are there with a woman...?

Who they are? 

Who is this woman to them...?

If they...           

             "If I had to choose between you, I would choose the one who earns more." said the white-haired woman with a glass of dry red wine that was prepared for your dinner later.. "So who has more money?"

"Mei-san, we are busy. In a moment -" Geto started but she interrupted him.

"I'll ask her which one of you has more. Every woman should look at the thickness of wallet and the number on a man's credit card before dating.

"(y/n) is not you." Satoru laughed. 

"If she doesn't care about the money, she must have won the Jackpot by getting the two highest paid men in our profession."

The woman stood up and walked towards them in her dress, running her purple fingernail along Gojo's arm.

"She is the happiest woman possible. And we are the lucky ones who got it. And you, Mei-san, you drank all the wine and you're drunk." he laughed, looking at her from under the blindfold. 

"Small glasses aren't enough to get me drunk. Unless you pay me more." She grabbed their shoulders. "It doesn't matter which one, what matters is that he has money. And there's no shame in showing up at a bar like that."

Geto moved away.

"Mei-san... Please go now... We want to be alone with (y/n)." Geto muttered. 

Suddenly she placed her hands on both of their cheeks and looked at them with a smile. 

"You earn much more than you did at school 11 years ago. And you look much better. If every millionaire looked like you, my life would be more beautiful. But anyone with a lot of money for me will do."

She only sees money in them...

Suguru's eyes moved towards the open door and he saw you there. 

You saw all this Woman fawning over them.

When you found out it was a school, you were a little calmer.

But what you saw now was beyond the limit. 

You had doubts before. And now it all became clear.

They wanted to get rid of this woman? It looked like they were having a great time. 

A beautiful woman with white hair, lusciously painted lips and nails, dressed nicely, ingratiates herself with them.

You saw that glass of wine on the table. 

And then there's the woman who touches your boyfriends like that. Rubbing their arms, touching their chests and backs. Speaking with a smile. Satoru was smiling too. 

Besides, her smile clearly showed her intentions.

She likes them.

And they didn't seem to object...

You felt your heart hurt.

How could you think that you could have boyfriends like that??

They are out of your league. This woman is way out of your league. She fits them better. 

You are an ordinary woman who lives in a block of flats that is neither the cheapest nor the most expensive. You work in an office. You're ordinary. 

How could you ever think you could have a happy life with someone as special as them? 

Your Life couldn't be a book in which a handsome rich man meets a normal girl and honestly falls in love with her at first sight. 

It wasn't a fairy tale.

Once upon a time, when you were feeling down, you wondered if you even deserved them.

Now you see the answer.

They are out of your league. With beautiful women who surround them with smiles. 

Fingers gripping the fabric of your pants, you watched with tears wanting to come out as they both looked at you and whispered your name. 

But without looking at it any longer, you just started walking towards the exit. Ignoring how they were calling your name and running after you.

You didn't want to disturb them in their real life where they belonged.

#gojo satoru #jjk x you #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #jjk x reader #gojo #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #suguru geto x reader #geto x y/n #geto x you #geto x reader #cat geto #cat gojo #nyan

[yuwumeniji]

Luxiem as Dating Sim Characters

I... I like you!

WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about Luxiem based on their characters online and not of the people behind their vtuber avatars, thank you!

A/N: Yes.... MERGE ALL OF YOUR INTERESTS TOGETHER (my thought process when creating this side blog lol). There are some references to otome games I've played, I wonder if you can find them all ;;

BTW... requests are open, feel free to brainrot with me too ^^

READ MORE UNDER THE CUT!

GENERAL NOTES

All livers will be parts of different games (vaguely putting that way that is lmao)

I will be making references to games that I've played personally!

IKE EVELAND

The sweet boy-next-door from a Slice Of Life otome game!

Childhood bestie??? OFC????

I can picture him being one of the love interests in a school-based otome game with him being either a senpai or someone of the same age

The type of route to be underrated, but have a dedicated portion of the fanbase

He's got lots of cute CG where you and him are studying together,, having cute after-school dates,, etc.

He also has a little bit of a mean streak... very well known to be very hot/cold with the MC, and can be quite the tease especially during the lovers portion of the route, but the gap moe.... oh my god

His route is like... pure fluff and maybe sometimes that is all we need

His routes consist of a Lover's ending & Friendship ending. Because of the light-heartedness of the game he is from, there are no bad endings (unless you consider being friendzone'd a bad ending lmao)

"Y/N, you silly goose! Well... if you give me a kiss, I could show you how to solve that equation!"

LUCA KANESHIRO

The flirty playboy who actually has a heart of gold! Most likely from an action-drama otome game

Additionally,, he keeps his mafia boss title and you? his one and only journalist!

He meets you while you were on the hunt for some details about the Kaneshiro family for an article and decided to play the role of an unsuspecting passerby who has interest in the family as well!

During his route, he reveals that he intentionally joined us on our sleuthing adventure in order to stamp out the corruption that ran within the Kaneshiro mafia family. He wants the family to have as clean of a name as a mafia family could get - I mean, he eventually reveals himself as the heir!

A route full of action! adventure! crime committing! and to no one's shock - kinda steamy!

There is literally no inbetween for this man and he gives every player whiplash - from his innocent flirting with the MC that makes you giggle and swing your feet to him introducing to the MC what an "adult kiss" is (flushge!!)

A noire-esque type route where you and Luca play cat and mouse - you want to catch Luca for an article, Luca somehow evades you even when he was just arms reach away.

I want one CG where you're patching his wounds up and he's playfully teasing you like

"LUCA !!! YOU LITERALLY ALMOST DIED!!!"

"And? Did you see the look on that officer's fac- ARGH?! Be careful with that one!"

His route ends with a Lover's ending & Bad ending. His bad ending ends with either him dying after getting caught within some internal strife with the family OR he gets captured while trying to evade law enforcement (and you were the one who betrays him)

His lover's ending ends with you being the Bonnie to his Clyde, you eventually join him as his right hand man! (or woman?)

MYSTA RIAS

The prince who just wanted to have fun, fell in love with a commoner. Probably from a historical title with no basis in actual history/vaguely has a place in history.

Surprisingly bittersweet and well written - most fans who see him in the common route would think his route would be the most light-hearted out of the bunch, but the forbidden romance between a commoner and a prince is kinda... you know ;;

I still would like to think he has a relatively light-hearted route despite the bittersweet elements to it lmao

He's literally just some silly guy free him from the palace

He actually spends a lot of the route guarded against the MC despite his displays of affection due to his disposition as someone with higher power than you.

A lot of tear-jerking scenes and a lot of close calls with getting caught before his coronation day.

His confession scene was the most memorable visually. The moon shining on his face as you two sat beside each other in the royal garden after splashing around in the fountains. Instead of the jovial expression he normally has on, his face was stern and serious as he declares his love for the MC

Also full of the cheesiest otome lines known to man

"Even if the world is against you and I, then so be it. I would choose you no matter what."

"As the heir to the next throne, I can promise you the entire world if I have to."

The whiplash between his silly antics and the way he confesses his love to the MC is what made the game's fans go crazy

His route ends with the most bad endings - One where you get thrown in the dungeon, one where you could be executed as someone who usurped the king, one where he breaks off his engagement with you, etc. Just know it's bad all round LMAO

His lover's ending ends with you marrying him and him succeeding the throne. It's a very cheesy end, but according to players, one of the best endings in the entire game.

SHU YAMINO

A dramatic and mystical being from a fantasy/slice of life otome game! I specifically need him to be a character that jokes about being the world's "final boss" while being a cafe regular at the place you work at.

It's got quite the modern feel in contrast to the vintage cafe setting

The game begins as normal, with a few incidents that eventually reveal the true nature the very magical nature of the regulars you usually serve, with Shu being considered the game's "final, true ending"

The kind to order sweet menu items because you suggested it and he actually would rather rave more savoury items.

His route consists of everyday chats; to many that find him in the common routes, shu seems to be the most normal route in comparison to the wacky mythical beings in the game, but dear lord are we in for an angsty rollercoaster

"Y/N?? What are you doing here in this *very obviously* dangerous place!!"

"I came here to get- wait,you're the one from the cafe?!"

He has broken the 4th wall at least once in his route and he doesn't have a lot of fanservice scenes outside of that (the fandom is coping so hard. me, im the fandom)

His route ultimately has 2 endings - True Ending & Lover's Ending

OFC HIS ROMANTIC ENDING IS ONE OF THE HARDEST TO ACHIEVE LMFAO - only occurs if you max out the entire game: collecting all endings for all characters AND if you can max out his romance meter within a certain time frame

The true ending is well.... the truest ending of the game (since I'm trying to vaguely write about whatever this game is, I won't give a proper like... fleshed out ending lmao)

obvs the true ending doesn't sit well with fans and they only accept the Lover's end as the true ending of his route lmao (copium)

VOX AKUMA

An assassin or an army general from a japanese-historical otome game!

He's on a quest to defeat a corrupted shogunate and he stumbled across you while finding a village to retreat to. More specifically, a hidden ninja village in the remote mountains south of the capital (or something like that, i'm not very big on geography or history, but like, picture it lmao)

You were the one to find him bleeding on the ground and, to no surprise, the one who nursed him back to health.

Despite his quest to defeat the leader, he took a liking to you and spends his entire route trying to convince you to join his journey.

You can join him or not join him - but not joining him leads you right into an immediate game over lol

"Do you want to train today? Or perhaps, shall we talk a walk around the village?"

THE BIGGEST MOST FLIRTIEST OTOME GAME CHARACTER EVER . severe whiplash to fans who expected this game to be serious and less of an otome , more of a joseimuke title

He has a number of bad endings - one where he couldn't take you with him, one that ends with him getting assassinated and one that ends with him failing his mission.

Luckily for you - he has one of the most romantic Lover's ending that eventually ends with an epilogue where you both settle down in the hidden ninja village again, living peacefully despite being outlaws LOL

#yuwrote #dude i love otome games sm #i think it is most of the games on my switch #could you call this an x reader??? probably??? #luxiem x reader #nijien #nijisanji #ike eveland #luca kaneshiro #mysta rias #shu yamino #vox akuma #ike eveland x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #mysta rias x reader #shu yamino x reader #vox akuma x reader

[ao3-deviance]

Blindfolds and Curry

(Also on ao3)

For @bsdfanweek Day 3 - Secret Relationship

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Chuuya sighed the moment he stepped into his apartment, the scent of brine in the air. 

"Can you not today? Boss had me basically tortured all day to make me swear I haven't seen you."

"Well then," a familiar fishy voice came from behind him just as a silken cloth crossed his vision. He felt it being tied comfortably behind his head. "Let's make sure you don't see me."

"Asshole," Chuuya grumbled, but he didn't fight the other as Dazai maneuvered him out of his coat before kneeling to take off his shoes. "You better be putting those away correctly.”

"Yes, yes,” Dazai waved off his complaints, and Chuuya leaned into the kiss he gave him. Something soft and domestic, a simple I'm home. Chuuya slumped with exhaustion, not even yelling when he heard the predictable careless thump of his shoes being dropped into a disarray. 

Dazai's hands rubbed at his shoulders, a silently asked are you okay? Chuuya shrugged off his touch after a moment, walking by memory towards his kitchen. Being tortured because of his partner's betrayal of the Port Mafia wasn't fun, but Chuuya had had worse, and it definitely helped knowing that while Dazia had betrayed everyone else, he hadn't betrayed Chuuya. He'd even gone so far as to risk coming back to Chuuya's apartment the night Chuuya returned from overseas just to warn him of what had happened. 

Chuuya pulled out a bottle of wine, using his ability to pop the cork. He was almost tempted to drink straight from the bottle, but then he felt the coolness of glass being pressed to his free hand and he curled his fingers around the stem. 

“I'll order something delivered,” Dazai murmured, pressing his heat against Chuuya's back while speaking against the top of his head. Dazai's hands soothed Chuuya's sore shoulders, running up and down his arms and chest possessively. Chuuya grimaced as the movement agitated the wounds under his clothes, and he could feel the aura of malice coming from behind him. “Go, sit. Get comfy,” Dazai said nonchalantly, tone betraying nothing of his mood.

Chuuya didn't argue, moving towards the living area to rest. He heard the sounds of Dazai calling in for curry at the local place nearby before he felt the other's presence join him on the couch. Chuuya sipped at his dry red, breathing deeply and taking a few moments to just exist in this moment with his partner. Beneath the blindfold, his eyes were shut. 

Dazai's touch didn't startle him as the other reached for his hand, playing with his fingers for a few moments before tracing up his wrists, forearms. Then those fingers moved to his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it to reveal the damage Chuuya had borne due to Dazai's betrayal. 

“I could kill him,” Dazai stated, empty of emotion. 

“No, you couldn't,” Chuuya denied him tiredly. “Oda would be disappointed.” 

Dazai hissed quietly, like a cat pet the wrong way, and Chuuya felt him duck under his chin, kissing over Chuuya's throat where the signs of a recent strangulation attempt remained. 

“I could. For you.” 

“I wouldn't ask you to,” Chuuya said, “and I don't need you to, either. I can protect myself, Mackerel.”

“You should have pulverized him for touching you. For daring to–”

“No more work talk,” Chuuya cut him off, hearing the words Dazai wasn't saying. The I hate to see you hurt, the I'm sorry, and I feel useless. “Just…come here.” Chuuya lifted his arm, reaching out, and Dazai eventually shuffled closer. He pressed against his side, curling up as if he could make himself smaller than Chuuya, head nestling against his shoulder. 

Chuuya sighed, nosing against Dazai's hair and taking in the scent of the sea. “Did you try drowning today?” he asked, unimpressed. 

“No,” Dazai mumbled, petulant. “I just sat on the beach for a while. Too cold.”

Chuuya hummed in agreement. “Good. Last thing your weak ass needs is to get sick.” 

Dazai's fingers slipped between his open shirt, tracing the bandages decorating Chuuya's ribcage. He peeled one corner away to reveal their truth. Even and methodical, the cuts beneath could only have been made by a sharp weapon, something small and precise. A scalpel. 

Chuuya's hand covered Dazai's, pressing the bandage back to his chest. He nipped the tip of Dazai's ear, surprising the brunet enough that he was pulled from his thoughts, realizing he'd been grinding his teeth tightly. He unlocked his jaw, opening and closing his mouth a few times, and Chuuya offered a slight brush of lips against his jaw as a silent reward. 

“He'll give up eventually,” Chuuya reminded him. “He's just mad at himself for pushing you away.”

“He doesn't get to take that out on you,” Dazai snarled lowly. “If he wants to offer recompense, I'll gladly take my pound of flesh from him.”

“No. You won't,” Chuuya denied him again. 

“...I want to.” Chuuya could hear his pout. 

“I know. But he's not worth that; you giving up.”

“I'm not even on the good side yet. Couldn't I kill him and then start my two years underground?” 

“And if you kill him, who's going to lead the Port Mafia? You? Me?”

“Ane-san could–”

“You know damn well that she doesn't want to, and she won't if you try to make her.”

“...Verlaine?” Chuuya snorted at the idea, and he felt Dazai lose some of his tension, giggling a little at the thought himself. “You're right, he'd never do something that required him to leave his precious basement.” 

Chuuya laughed, shaking his head. “Just forget it. Boss is the best leader available right now, even if he is a bit of a bastard sometimes.”

“ All the time,” Dazai corrected. 

“Shush. Just focus on your light shit. I can handle the dark, partner.”

Dazai shivered against him at the title, pulling Chuuya closer as his arms wrapped around his waist. Chuuya let him, idly playing with Dazai's hair until their doorbell rang. 

“Food's here. Go get it,” Chuuya said, tugging lightly on Dazai's hair to make him move. 

Dazai complained the whole way, but he did get up, moving to answer the door. Chuuya reached for his glass of wine, taking a slow sip, frowning when Dazai didn't immediately return. He sat up, head cocked towards the foyer but he couldn't even hear the mumble of voices. He was reaching up to remove the blindfold before a familiar hand stopped him. 

“I got sushi!” Dazai sang, and the crinkle of bags joined him. 

Chuuya hummed, relaxing, before his brow furrowed. “I thought you ordered curry?”

“Nope! Did Chuuya want curry?” 

“I don't care. I just thought–”

The doorbell rang again. Chuuya stiffened, hearing Dazai rush to the door before returning with the sounds of more bags. 

“I got curry!” Dazai sang, “since my little doggie wanted it so badly.”

Chuuya scowled, tearing off the blindfold to glare at Dazai. There was a bag of sushi–enough for one–on the table between them, and a bag of curry for two in Dazai's hands. 

“Where did the sushi come from?” Chuuya demanded. 

“I ordered it.”

Chuuya's eyes narrowed. Dazai's face gave nothing away. “No, you didn't.”

“Just because Chibi didn't hear me, doesn't mean–”

“Who was at the door, Dazai?”

“The food delivery person.”

“Who brought the sushi?”  

“...a food delivery person.” 

Chuuya's lip curled. “Don't lie to me.”

Dazai was silent, watching him. His eyes were dark, but Chuuya could see the storm of fury underneath that spoke of his anger. 

“I'm not,” Dazai said evenly, carefully. “The sushi was brought by someone delivering you food. Someone who thought you might've had trouble getting food tonight.”

Chuuya exhaled slowly. There had only been one person present for his questioning today: the Boss himself. Mori has even kept it secret from Kouyou, no doubt because she would have never allowed it. 

“Dazai–”

“He's not dead,” Dazai immediately cut him off. “I let him leave.”

Chuuya eyed him doubtfully. 

“...and he won't touch you again,” Dazai added. Then he smiled. It was wrong, mean and twisted, and Chuuya didn't like the look of it on the other's face. He grabbed a pillow from the couch, throwing it and hitting Dazai square in the face. When it fell to the ground, the smile was gone, replaced by a familiar pout. “Chuuya!” Dazai whined, stomping his foot dramatically, “So mean!”

“Shut up and come eat,” Chuuya said, resigned. He'd deal with whatever mess Dazai had stirred up tomorrow. 

—--

Dazai opened the door with a pleasant grin, one that immediately froze over and shattered the moment his eyes landed on the man at the door. Mori's eyes widened with genuine surprise before a smirk began to twist his lips up. 

“Ah, I kn–”

Dazai shoved him back, stepping out the door and closing it soundlessly behind him. 

“You touch him again, you won't like it when I come back,” Dazai cut him off, darkly pleased by the way the smirk fell from Mori's face. 

“When?” Mori questioned, brow rising in interest. “So you would return?”

“I would,” Dazai nodded, eyes steady, “to send us both sailing off the top of your building. I'd even hold onto you the whole way down so your precious Elise wouldn't interfere.”

Mori stiffened. “A threat? Really, Dazai, haven't you grown past those?”

“Not a threat,” Dazai murmured, stepping closer until they were practically breathing the same air. “A promise.”

Mori frowned. “There's no need for such hostility.”

“Right now, Mori-sensei, there's only one goddamned reason left for me to even try to keep breathing, and he's waiting for me to bring him curry for dinner.” Dazai narrowed his eyes in challenge. “Take that reason away. I dare you.” 

Mori paused, studying Dazai for a moment before offering the white plastic bag Dazai hadn't realized he was holding. “Well then. You best bring him dinner, hm? It's sushi, not curry. I thought he might have some difficulty procuring food tonight. He…had a rough day.”

Dazai smiled sharply, cutting. “How thoughtful.” He accepted the bag. “He just needs some rest. I'm sure a day like today won't happen again.” 

Mori studied Dazai for a long moment. He tilted his head in acknowledgment, turning to leave. 

He passed a food delivery person in the lobby; it smelled like curry. 

#soukoku #bsd #my writing #nakahara chuuya #dazai osamu

[slimeranch7]

I find out that triads(Chinese mafia) have originally came from clans that opposed the local government and wanted to throw it away. So they operated secretly. Imagine triad member darling who is the personal maid of Ningguang, close one at that, who is torn apart between her and her clan. Like she likes Ningguang but her people are also personal so there’s that. And cunning and smart Ningguang who is aware of darlings occupation but she’s playing mouse and cat with her, waiting when she’ll realise all of that is losing game.

Content warnings: light Nsfw, murder/graphic ish violence

The metal sits heavy in your hands. Solid. Cold. Nothing you’ve never experienced in your life. It’s not that you haven't held a gun before.

The parts are detailed and ornate, oiled perfectly, sliding back to reveal a single golden bullet in the chamber winking back. Your stomach drops. You already know who it’s for.

The weight on your heart was for the man laying on the floor, squirming, whimpering, begging even when his tongue was gouged out and he bled all over Ningguang’s perfect wooden finish, seeping into the carpet.

You prayed for him. His daughter, who had gone off to study abroad in America last year. His son, who had won his first martial arts tournament just a few months ago. His loving wife, likely at home and waiting to have dinner with him given the hour, who worked as a nurse at the local hospital, seventh floor.

His identification was nowhere to be found. You assumed it was ripped off of his person when he was apprehended and tortured for intel.

Your boss’ voice was low and sultry as she leaned into your ear. “Have you ever killed, dear?”

You didn’t trust your voice not to waver, only nodding along as she continued. “Trust is important. It branches from respect, which, as you should know by now, makes up the backbone of this family. And I founded this family. Are you following?”

“Yes, my lady.” You verbalize, afraid to test her patience any further. She blows an intoxicating puff of opioid, scented and floral, then tapped the excess into a gilded ashtray off on the side.

"Right now, you are a drifter." A clawed finger glides over where you once clipped your badge. "Drifters, in my eyes, are untrustworthy. They have no apparent loyalty in which they pledge by. They belong to no one."

She could certainly feel the tremors that tore through you. Your back was cold yet sweaty. Denial, fear, regret, all builds up into a terrible mental backlog. You couldn't weigh the consequences cohesively, instead everything ran itself into pointless circles. You didn't even know where to start.

Ningguang helpfully steadies your hand, guiding your index over the trigger. The iron sights locked onto the man on the floor. Then she parts with a shallow kiss on your jaw, leaving behind a rose red lipstick stain. A promise for what's to come, should you pass her final test without error.

You had the barrel pointed directly between the trembling man's eyes. Tears blurred your vision. He wasn't no one. His family's grief would be by your own hands. They would wonder how he went missing. And your own existence outside of Ningguang's organization would cease to exist as long as his heart stopped beating.

For a moment, you contemplated on turning the barrel to your own throat. But by some tragic miracle, your own mind conjured up a thousand more reasons not to taunt death this way. Fear paralyzes you like a deadly snare.

"Still yourself, girl. Relax. Show me who you belong to." What other choice was there?

The motion of the pistol was the same as any other time you fired at a range or on field. The recoil kicked back hard, but you kept your shoulders and hips squared.

The ringing that lingered in your ears silenced all else. You could feel the sobs choke out of your throat as the adrenaline began to filter itself out of your system. Ningguang wastes no time in ravaging your body, closing in as soon as the gun clattered against the floor.

In all the years you've served under her, she has not once eyed you so hungrily as she did now. Instead she treated you like a cheap toy, feigning disinterest as she either mercilessly rode your tongue or fucked your throat until it was raw and aching. The more you choked and sputtered, the more her smirk would curl in satisfaction.

The better you were at your job, the more harshly you were punished. With chains or fire, it didn't matter. Only the marks that scarred your body did.

It was a test of loyalty, you eventually pieced together.

You ought to feel ashamed for enjoying her undivided attention so thoroughly. For all the times she left your pussy aching with need for you to tend to yourself, she makes it up by graciously offering up her thighs, letting you shamelessly grind as she pulled you into a frenzied kiss.

"You gave nothing away when you crawled beneath my foot for the first time," She gasped when she pulled back for air. "You weaseled yourself beneath my network and offered yourself like a virgin sacrifice. You were a perfect actor."

Her words sounded distant and muffled by the adrenaline. Palpitations in your heart began to ache terribly. Your only words only varied between different attempts at apology to no one in particular. Maybe God, if you were hoping for salvation.

A tear slips past your lashes, to which Ningguang catches with her lips as she peppers chaste kisses all over your face. You cried out when she gave your nipples a tight pinch through the sheer shirt she let you wear. The first time she had given anything below your neck any semblance of attention. It hurt, but sent pleasurable shockwaves down your stomach. "I thought it was too good to be true." She moved down, apologetically kissing the scars left by years of systematic torture. "Believe me, darling. They all break, one way or another."

And you broke, like any other. Not in ways that would have gotten you killed.

But in a way that sealed your own fate when your heart fluttered as she fucked your face. When your lungs seized itself in anticipation as you watched her brandish her prized leather crop. You should be ashamed of what you've become. But it's hard not to when you've rebuilt yourself up to love her warmth and her punishments.

Her pace is immediately brutal. You could feel your virgin pussy give and give as her fingers parted your walls, twisting and curling in hopes to find a spot that makes you see white. Her palms meet your swollen clit repeatedly, so much that it's burning and painful. You make an attempt to allow yourself some respite by reaching for her wrist, but her teeth graze your jaw like a warning.

No touching. You will submit your physical body wholly to her, just as you have surrendered your mind.

You will abandon your identity as a citizen and a registered officer. And you will become a nameless pet for her to love and to fuck. You will descend into the depths of mania, and you will rut against her shoes like a desperate whore if only to entertain your new master.

Every drop of squirt she wrings out of you would then be licked off the floor, and you'd be mindlessly happy to do so.

Never mind the ever expanding pool of blood below you, or the empty pistol laying off on the side. Your new place is under your master, who has taken her time in guiding you to become her perfect little girl.

#dead dove do not eat #genshin impact smut #ningguang x reader

[ahatintimestorybook]

Hopes and Friendships Chap. 16-A Chilling Reign

Enjoy~Hehehe

That’s all I’ll be saying.

Thanks to @gigilefache for being my beta reader!

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In a flash, Mu used her wand and blocked the Headmistress’s attack. “Go rescue her, now!” Mu shouted. 

Harriet was about to argue until a loud screech cut her off. The two looked up and saw a Shadow in the form of a bear appearing right next to the Headmistress. Harriet gulped, but before she could argue, Mu went ahead and started to fight the beast, giving Harriet a chance to rescue her mother.

Harriet listened to Mu and went back to her mother’s casket. She gave one glance and saw Elizabeth was away from the casket giving Harriet a chance to wake her mother up. “M-mom!” Harriet called out. “Mommy! It’s me, Harriet! Please wake up!”

Mu got hit pretty badly as she slid to the other side of the cave. She slowly got up and used her wand to put a shield to block the shadow’s attack. The Shadow kept on attacking till it broke Mu’s shield.

Harriet turned to Mu and saw her friend was suffering. “MOM PLEASE!” Harriet screamed. “You gotta help us!” Her tears started to fall from the casket. “Please…mom.” Harriet cried on top of Vanessa’s casket, starting to lose all hope in waking her up.

Mu let out a painful yell as she slammed into the wall. This Shadow was stronger than the rest of the Shadows they battled before. Mu turned to Harriet to see her crying over her mom’s casket, watching her lose all hope.

The Shadow turned to Harriet hearing her cries and slowly started to walk toward her. Mu took notice and glared. In no way she was going to have this shadow touch her best friend! Mu slowly got up and was ready to attack again, but Elizabeth used her magic and hit Mu to stop her from interfering.

Harriet was still crying not knowing about the Shadow sneaking up behind her. The second she felt the Shadow breathing on her, Harriet looked up and was now frozen in fear. Shivering, Harriet grabbed her wand and pointed it at the Shadow.

“S-stay back!” Harriet yelled. “Don’t touch her!”

The Shadow growled ready to claw at Harriet. She closed her eyes bracing herself for the attack. Harriet let out a scream as her wand glowed a mixture of purple and blue before blasting it at the Shadow’s face. The Shadow released a painful screech as it held its face in pain.

Mu groaned as she slowly got up and saw what happened. Harriet was breathing heavily as she dropped to her knees. Harriet sniffled and went back to her sleeping mother.

“I did everything to find you. Please just wake up.” Harriet begged. Her mother just had to wake up. Tears started to fall again. Soon, Harriet heard a groan and looked down to see her mom was starting to wake up.

Harriet gasped and quickly tried to push the top portion of the casket off so her mom could breathe and wake up. The casket door was so heavy that Harriet had to use all the strength she had so she could open it.

The Shadow got up with a groan and saw Harriet trying to remove her mom from the casket.

 “Grab her!” Elizabeth growled. The Shadow growled and made its way to Harriet.

Mu saw this, and got up, gripping her wand with determination.  Harriet struggled to get the casket lid off. 

“Almost got it!” Harriet said. She used the rest of her strength to push the lid off. She gasped, getting a clear look at her mother.

“Mom.” Harriet whispered. She slowly reached her hand to touch her mother’s cheek. Before she could, the Shadow attacked, but Mu used her wand and shot a blast of magic at the Shadow, killing it.

Harriet turned and saw the Shadow before turning to Mu who sighs seeing it was all over. Harriet smiled as she reached out and touched her mother’s cheek. It made Harriet tear up touching her mother again, “Mom.” Harriet whispered again as she hugged and snuggled her.

Mu smiled seeing Vanessa would be alright. She then turned around and her eyes widened in horror seeing the Shadow fade away but she didn’t see a witch come out of it. “What, t-that doesn’t make sense.” Mu said. Harriet slowly let go of her mom and turned to face her friend. “A-a witch should’ve come out of that shadow, b-but nothing.”

Elizabeth let out a chuckle causing the two girls to look up at the evil Headmistress. “Oh you foolish girls, you’d walked up right into my trap.” She snapped her fingers and a wisp of the shadow went into her hands. “This here is a Shadow Wisp. It’s something I’d created myself. It’s what I’ve used to create the Shadows that went after you two.” She explained. Harriet and Mu’s eyes widened knowing this is what happened to Sara. “And now,” She let out a chuckle, “I can finally put my plan into motion.” Soon the Shadow Wisp flew and launched into Vanessa’s heart.

“NO!” Harriet screamed.

Vanessa’s eyes snapped open as she yelled in pain. Her eyes went from blue to a deep crimson red. Her hands turned sharp as the Wisp made Vanessa’s body a black shadow. The rest of the transformation was too terrifying for Harriet to see that Mu had to hold her and shield her from the horrifying sight.

“M-mom?” Harriet asked.

Vanessa then let out a loud screech that made Harriet scream. The monster of her mother came towards them, and all Harriet could do was stand there frozen. “Mom.” She cried. Mu grabbed her wand ready to use her magic, but Vanessa blasted a blue beam from her newly formed claw, causing the girls to be blasted back into a wall.

Headmistress Elizabeth walked towards the girls. “Now what to do with you two?” She questioned. “Do I turn you into Shadows? Or do I have Vanessa destroy you piece by piece?” Mu and Harriet whimpered holding each other as the Headmistress thought of what punishment to go with. Then, she thought of the perfect one, the smirk on her face getting wider. “Oh but wait, I have a better idea for you two.”

Headmistress Elizabeth pointed her wand at the wall behind them. Soon a portal appeared and started to pull the girls in. “Tell your father I said hi.” Headmistress Elizabeth whispered. She then laughed as she kicked Mu and Harriet into the portal.

“Harriet! Mu!” Moonjumper and Boss yelled. The two ran over to them and followed them into the portal.

The portal took the four back to Earth. “No! Mommy!” Harriet yelled. She tried to head back to the portal, but it quickly closed. “Mom! Mom!” Harriet slammed her fist on the wall hoping that the portal would magically open.

Mu, Moonjumper, and Boss stared in disbelief seeing Harriet so desperate. Suddenly, the three turned, hearing the door open.

“Hey! What’s going on here!” Harriet’s eyes widened hearing a familiar voice. She turned around and gasped seeing her father. The latter did the same seeing his daughter almost like she was gone forever. “H-Harriet?”

Harriet was silent. She blinked the tears out of her eyes before wiping them. She forced a smile on her face as she slowly walked towards her father. “Hi, Dad.” She whispered. “I-I know you're angry that I lied, and have been gone for so long, but I’m back.” She let out a chuckle. Luka was just in disbelief. “I-I found mom, b-but I-I.” She stuttered as fresh tears started to fall from her eyes. “I failed to bring her home.” Soon Harriet collapsed on her knees and started to sob. “I’m sorry, Dad! I failed to bring her back! I know you missed her!” Harriet’s eyes widened as she felt her father hug her tight causing her to sob again.

As he hugged her, Luka looked up to see Mu, Boss, and Moonjumper who stared at him not knowing what to do now.

#Hopes and Friendships AU #Witch Mu Au #Hopes and Friendships #Hat Kid #queen vanessa #Queen vanessa's mother #mustache girl #ahit moonjumper #ahit mafia boss #yes mafia boss is a cat #ahit the prince #ahit snatcher

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

WORLDS ANGSTIEST FNAF SUN/MOON X READER AU BREAKDOWN:

Welcome to the synopsis of, the pawn au, OR,

the house always wins

(WARNING FOR ANGST, MANIPULATION, DEATH)

—-

So in this AU the reader is actually just. A really ordinary person. They work as a florist. They spend weekends watching movies mostly on their own bc they don’t have a lot of friends. They’re pretty lonely overall but they try rlly hard to be a nice person. They don’t even know that their Uncle- the man who raised them- is like. The Head Dude of a huge infamous criminal organization

So one day it slips out to police that Uncle Mafia Guy has this one person he’s closer to than anyone else, and he’s been heard on multiple occasions calling them ‘the closest thing he has to an heir’

So the cops are all like 👁👁👀👀👁👀👁👁👀👀👁👀👁👀👁👁👁 at reader bc Oh My God they must know so much but they’re young and inexperienced so maybe they can catch THEM slipping up in the way the Uncle never has

So Sun and Moon are sent first to see if they can see them doing anything they can arrest them for, but the worst thing Reader does is leave food out for the stray cats of the area but instead they attract raccoons

So the cops are like. Maybe they don’t show it on their PUBLIC LIFE. mAybe,, we gotta get up in their PERSONAL life

So Sun and Moon are sent in AGAIN but this time to try n get close enough to Reader to maybe catch them slipping up enough to get valuable info

(Sun and Moon are extremely bothered and morally object to this idea, but the longer Uncle Guy is out there running his Business, the more horrible things are happening in the world, and this is the CLOSEST THING they’ve gotten to a lead in like MONTHS)

At the same time,,,,,,

Eclipse is out there. Doing OTHER Crime Boss stuff. And his biggest threat/rival is Uncle Guy and HIS business

And HE ALSO hears abt Reader and their relationship w Uncle Guy

And he’s like 👁〰️👁

So. He first tries to spy on them, gets impatient, then says “fuck it I’ll do it myself” and waltzes into Reader’s life all uwo well hello there style

So. All THREE of these idiots. Are trying to fool the reader into being comfortable enough to tell them Everything

I But Reader is just like??? Wow so many cool ppl are hanging out around me lately! WOW THEY WANNA BE MY FRIENDS!! WOWOWOOW THEYRE ARE ALL SO NICE AND THEY LIKE KNOWING ABT MY INTERESTS AND HOBBIES AND *ME*

And idiot trips and falls hard for these idiots

And the OTHER idiots fucking. CRASH LAND into love for this moron

And at FIRST THEYRE ALL LIKE “OH NO”

“THIS COMPROMISES EVERYTHING” think Sun and Moon

But then Eclipse is like “oh yes ;3” and starts swooning Reader even HARDER

And sun and moon are like >>>:00000000

So reader is like DIZZY AND CONFUSED AND FULL OF BUTTERFLIES BC OF ALL THIS ATTENTION FROM THESE THREE HIMBOS

And then. The truth slips :)

And Reader takes it fuckign HORRIBLY. Like they TRUSTED THEM. They told them about their WORST MOMENTS and the things they’ll NEVER FORGET. They told them about all their favorite things, about their dreams and their fears and their wishes. And they wanted to maybe make a future WITH these guys. Did they ever even like them at all???

So they feel broken, distraught, and extremely betrayed.

And then. :) Uncle Crimeboss shows up

the Uncle is William Afton mcfuckface. And Reader isn’t even related to him. He killed their family in a house fire and they were the only one to escape.

Reader’s Dad worked for Afton and Afton was cleaning up a mess that he wasn’t going to let happen.

He knew he couldn’t just snuff Reader, who had escaped the fire, without it looking extremely sketchy. So he adopted them! As the best friend of their dad, he felt it only right

And this whole thing with Sun and Moon and Eclipse?? AFTON was the one that leaked the information about Reader being his ‘heir’. Then he sat back and waited for everyone else to make their move

It went wonderfully! Even better than planned! Bc now he can use this Huge Fucking Mess to manipulate Reader hardcore. Bc now he can use this Huge Fucking Mess to manipulate Reader hardcore, and sculpt them into being the perfect successor

And Reader is stuck in the middle. An unknowing pawn in a game they didn’t even realize was happening.

On one hand. Afton is like. The only person that’s ever been consistent in their life. They’ve been raised by him. He’s only ever played the ‘kind father’ part. So when he comes to their rescue RIGHT AS EVERYTHING IS FALLING APART, and says “see? The world only wants to control you and twist what you know is true into fiction. But I won’t let anyone hurt you here”

Of course they WANT to believe him

But. When you have been really and truly betrayed and made such a fool of. You start to really notice the Signs.

They know the truth now. And there’s nothing they can do to forgive and forget.

#fnaf au #pawn au #pawn reader au #cops and crime bosses au #fnaf sun/moon #fnaf eclipse #fnaf william afton #fnaf sun/moon au #fnaf sun/moon x reader #fnaf eclipse x reader #tw death #tw manipulation #angst #so so much angst #bones of a rabbit fnaf #bones of a rabbit au #babbit au masterpost

[darkbluekies]

Jerry asks #1

Next one

Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3 Warnings: yandere

Ok I must know how would jerry react if her s/o got a cat name tom so when the day comes her s/o just goes tom, jerry get over here

She'd want to smack you in the back of the neck. She has had enough of your 'funny pranks'.

"You think you're really funny, don't you?" she'd mutter with her arms crossed. "Such a clever litte thing, aren't you? Rename the cat or get rid of it. As long as you look at me as a joke, baby, I will treat you like one. Deal?"

If you laughed, you'd get the sternest gaze right back at you.

just read cat & mouse and wow I’m officially a Jerry simp

Good, me too >:)

In the Silas V Jerry debate it's Jerry 1000000% I love a hot murderous woman! Will we see more of her?

Hahahah same, jerry is the best<3333 there will 100% be more with Jerry!!

I wonder… what would happen if Jerry ever became the boss? Is Silas her boss or are they from two different mafias?

The only reason why Jerry isn't the boss is because if she was, she'd have so much more work to do. She's lazy and wants to drink. But if she was the boss, she'd get her gang in so much trouble because she's not having a consequense thinking. She'll do what she wants and deal with the trouble later.

I haven't specified if Silas is her boss, that's up for you to interpret ;)

I love Jerry so much! I was actually scrolling through some reels on YouTube and come across a "Sigma Girl" reel by CRAZY GREAPA that for some reason reminded me so much of how I imagine Jerry in my head when I read your writing. Specifically this one: https://youtu.be/C-G_pHgQE3g I thought I'd share it with you just cause lol

omg yes i've seen her!!! i really like her lmao. She's a bit to the image I see her as too!!

Okay so we see jerry with the talkative and affectionate reader but what about everyone else? Like how would they react when reader goes from super affectionate to absolutely 0% snuggle

She'll be confused about your sudden change, but will try to give you what you need. If you suddenly want her gone, she'll move away but don't you worry, she will be back soon. She hasn't had enough and if you think that you can control Jerry then you're wrong.

"I left you alone for ten minutes. Ten minutes are a lot of time. Open your arms now so I can hug you, i'm not asking."

Sorry to bother but in the ask where reader becomes quiet and unaffectionate you mentioned jerry being wrong, do you mean as in she knows she was wrong to treat reader in that way?

asks it's referring to

Yes, she feels bad about it, but won't admit it. She'll try to shift the blame to you, saying that "You shouldn't have annoyed me" and "it's not my fault I snapped" but deep inside she knows she shouldn't ever shout at you. She loves to hear you talk about everything and nothing at the same time. She has too much of an ego to apologize.

I need more jerry content 😭😭Imagine when jerry kidnaps her s/o the s/o decided to be smart and play along with her for a couple of years. The trust is built and yada yada yada. And then one day jerry comes home and see that s/o is gone. At first she wouldn’t think anything of it bc she has trust in them but then realizes (pretty quickly) that they aren’t coming back…Also, Jerry s/o and Silas s/o play dates?

Poor Jerry. She doesn't get stressed-stressed often, but when she realises that you're actually gone, she'll be scared. But don't worry, she won't waste time, she'll go out look for you.

and yes, playdates for days.

I want jerry to suffocate me😁😁

same :,)

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere mafia #yandere oc x you #female yandere #yandere scenarios

[holylulusworld]

Deadly Kitten (12)

Summary: You’re a deadly kitten. 

Pairing: Mafia!Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader, Mafia!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader, Mafia!Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Characters: Lee Bodecker, Lance Tucker, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen

Warnings: angst, language, polyamory, soft mobsters, fluff, violence, characters death, blood, stabbing

Badass kitten & her tamers

<< Part 11

Eighteen hours earlier…

“You want us to do what?” Ari crosses his arms over his chest. He shakes his head and dares anyone to agree on your plan. “No! We won’t use you as bait!”

“I talked to Jensen about this,” you point out. “He will be the guardian angel on my shoulder and watch my every step. Jake won’t leave me out of sight. Lee and Lance will be my shadow. This is the only way to get hold of Hansen.”

“No-!” Andy stands next to Ari. He mirrors Ari, adamant about keeping you safe. “We will find another way, kitten.”

“You’ll not leave the house,” Ransom grabs your face. He rests his forehead against yours, mumbling your name. “We will get them all.”

“We will if we follow my plan.”

“Just listen to her for once. Y/N came up with a great plan,” Jake grunts. “Can you for once act like she’s not some pretty face but a smart woman too? We’ve got a plan, and it’s a good one. We will get them all at once.”

“I won’t let her play bait for Hansen!” Ari raises his voice. “Never.”

“You need to meet up with Rachel. I want you to tell her that you got into a fight with me and that our relationship is falling apart,” you pat Ari’s chest. “I need them to believe that all of you will turn their back on me.”

“Darling, that’s insane,” Andy tries to be the voice of reason once again. “Let us handle this.”

“No! That’s exactly what I don’t want!” You throw your hands up. “Secrets, all those secrets. You kept me in the dark and that’s how Lloyd got close enough to hurt me. I’m part of all of your lives and keeping locked away in a gilded cage won’t save me. I got to be strong and handle things on my own.”

“Y/N will lure Hansen out. If she checks in at one of the hotels in town, using one of the credit cards he undoubtedly keeps tabs on, he’ll fall for our trap,” Lance explains your plan. “We will strike hard and fast.”

“She’s not wrong,” Lee shrugs. He leans against the wall, stuffing one of the taffy you got for him into his mouth. “Boss, we’ve got this. Lance and I are a good team. We will not leave her out of sight. And Jensen will…uh…do his thing.”

“She will be wearing different trackers and I’ll be following her signal all the time,” Jake explains. “Nothing will happen to Y/N.”

“This…no!” Andy throws his hands up. “Are you fucking insane? This will never work. I won’t let Hansen get close to Y/N. Ari, Ransom, we will think of a better plan…”

Your men storm out of the room, slamming the door shut.

“I guess we are on our own then,” Lee points out. “Do you still want to go through with the plan?”

“Yes.”

“Good, we are all in. Hansen must be taken care of.” Lance looks at Jensen. “What about you, nerd?“

Giving Lance the stinky eyes Jensen says, “I was all in the whole time. Now, let’s bring to show on the road.”

“Ah, look at what the cat dragged into my house,” You’d like to roll your eyes at Lloyd’s antics. You press your lips together and try to ignore that your plan went down the drain.

You didn’t expect Lloyd’s men to overwhelm Lee, Lance, and the others keeping an eye on you. “What? Cat got your tongue, sunshine?”

“I just prefer talking to gentlemen, not the likes of you,” Trying to sound confident you hold Lloyd’s gaze. His mustache looks funny to you, but his eyes. Those ice-cold blue orbs tell you that he’s no one to mess with. “Why am I here again?”

“I wanted to know what the fuss is about,” you gasp when he roughly cups the back of your neck. He holds you in a tight grip while his eyes seem to scan every inch of your face. “Hmm…pretty face, but not so special. Maybe it’s what's between your legs that they like so much.”

You grit your teeth. No man ever dared to talk to you like this. And you won’t let Lloyd Hansen do so. 

“I wonder what women see in you,” you look him straight in the eye. Showing strength while facing a stronger opponent is essential. That’s what Ari taught you years ago. “It can’t be the mustache. Right?” 

You hum and place your right hand on his shoulder. “Oh, this is getting interesting,” Lloyd smirks. He believes you will be putty in his hands soon enough. “Abandonment is a hard fate.”

“Maybe it’s what’s between your legs.”

Lloyd proudly puffs his chest. He makes the mistake of dropping his hand from your neck. Lloyd wants to say something, wants to tell you about his dick when the worst pain he ever felt ripples through his crotch.

“What?” He screams as you slide the knife back out only to ram it back into his crotch. Once, twice, and three more times. “You bitch!”

He punches your face to get you off him. Lloyd is bleeding heavily. He stumbles back, hand pressed into his crotch. 

“I bet you didn’t expect me to stab your dick,” you chuckle darkly. “Lee gave me the knife. He helped me hide it in my sleeve.”

“You had an ace up your sleeve, huh?” He laughs, while slowly bleeding out. Lloyd doesn’t fight it. “I never thought a pretty girl would be the death of me…or I hoped one would. I just dreamed of dying while letting a busty bimbo ride my dick…”

His legs give in. He ungracefully drops to the ground. It almost looks like he’s amused as you stand over him, the knife still in your hands.

“They are coming for me…I know they will…”

Now, an abandoned warehouse, …

“Kitten!”

“Darling!”

“Y/N!”

Your men storm into the abandoned house, looking like they fought their way through an endless stream of enemies to get to you. And you guess they did. None of them would leave you to their enemy.

Ransom limps a little. Andy’s face is bloody, and he shelters his left arm. Ari looks like a wild animal. His shirt got ripped open and there is blood all over his jeans and shoes.

“Baby!”

Ari storms toward you. He gasps and drops his gun to cup your face. Ari tilts your head, sniffling as your clothes are soaked with blood. Your left cheek is swollen, and your lip is split. “Baby, we are so sorry.”

“You should see the other guy,” you grin up at Ari. “I gave it to him good. He never stood a chance against a badass kitten.” Ari wraps you in a bear hug. He holds you tightly as Ransom and Andy look at the other guy on the ground.

“She didn’t lie, Ari. Damn,” Ransom whistles. „Kitten got him good!”

“I told you so,” you hide your face in Ari’s chest, sighing deeply. Your heart is still racing, and your legs feel like jelly. While in Lloyd’s hands, you tried to be strong, and not show that you are scared. “I’m a deadly enemy.”

“We should never mess with our girl,” Andy runs his right hand over your head. His hand trembles, and he needs to take a few deep breaths to calm his nerves.

“Kitten, you outdid yourself. I’m proud of you,” Ransom watches you relax in Ari’s arms. He squares his jaw as his plan fired back. Three of their men got killed, and Lee and Lance barely made it out alive. And you got kidnapped and had to endure Lloyd Hansen’s presence.

“We are so sorry. We failed you,” Ari buries his face in your neck, almost crushing you against his chest. “I promised to always protect you and let him get his hands on you for a second time.”

“Did you get Rachel and the others? Did my plan work out?” you ask. “Ari, did it work out?” You press on as he doesn’t answer. 

“He got her,” Ransom answers your question. You slowly pull away from Ari, smiling up at him. You stand on tiptoes to kiss his lips before you turn your attention toward Ransom. “Kitten…”

“Let me look at you,” you tut. Ari snickers as you look Ransom up and down. You check on him before pecking his lips too. “You’ll live. Now, daddy needs my attention. He looks awful.”

“I’m good, darling. You know I had it worse,” Andy tries to not worry you even more. It’s no use. You’re all over him, touching his injured arm with gentle fingers. “Y/N…”

“Your arm looks like it hurts a lot. What happened?”

“He didn’t watch his back, and someone dislocated his shoulder.” Ransom snickers. “He’s getting old. His reflexes are not the best.”

“Hey, don’t make fun of Andy,” you mutter. “How about you tell me if you got that bitch good too!”

Epilogue

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#ari levinson #andy barber #ransom drysdale #polygamy #mafia au #mobster!ari levinson #mobster!Andy barber #mobster!ransom drysdale #Deadly Kitten (12)

[silawastaken]

Idea credit/for @frostedfrog

Warrior cats bsd au!!!

The elders of the 'clans' were nonexistent.

At least, that was the case for the ada clan.

Instead, the stories were told by the warriors, the youngest members of the clan eagerly listening, tail kicking up dust with every excited flick.

"Long ago, back before the city had fallen into disrepair the way it had, there had been groups of cats, much like them, who lived in clans.

The names of the clans are up for debate, muddled through years of oral storytelling and translations, but the premise still stands.

There was the thunder clan, the river clan, the wind clan, and the shadow clan.

After years of war, they had learned to live in harmony, until they were driven from the forest they lived in.

Now, years later, that cats of the city were disorganised, different groups arranging in different ways.

Until Natume came along, educating two young kits that he found on the clans and their mythology, of the great leaders and warriors and the balance that should be upheld.

Both of the kits got involved in the dark space of the streets, back alleys and abandoned buildings, very few places left for stray cats such as them to harbour safely.

While one of the kits grew up and clawed his way out of the darkness, the other resigned himself to the shadow, involving himself in the dirty underworld of the city, doing whatever he deemed necessary to gain the power he wished for.

When the one who returned the light, or more accurately, the grey, he met a young kit, who had amazing talents that made him remember Natsume's teachings, and he built his own clan, an agency, designed to help keep harmony across the city, and keep the balance the way the great clans did in the old days.

The one who went to the dark rose in the underworld quickly, with the same knowledge as the one in the light, and he usurped the position of the boss of the cat mafia, leading with the same principle. Keep the balance. By whatever means necessary.

When the, now fully grown, cats fell out over the mistreatment of a kit under the dark one's care, they both retreated, and the two clans have been at odds ever since."

The tail flicking in the dirt was practically vibrating now, as the young orange cat seemed extremely enthusiastic to hear the story, despite the amount of times it had been told before.

"Wow Dazai! You're a great storyteller!" Kenji said happily.

The white cat with a single black ear next to Kenji seemed dubious.

"Was that really true?" He asked, tilting his head.

Dazai nodded.

"Yes, Atsushi. It truly is. I cannot attest as to the validity of the mythology, whether the clans were real, or whether what they believed and followed was right, but that story I told you was real. And you'll learn that very quickly here."

#Thanks I think my writers block is cured #this is the best thing I've done in weeks #genuinely #I loved warrior cats so much #i have the first six series all in paperback on a bookshelf somewhere #I guess im going to have to look them out now #warrior cats #bsd #ao3 fanfic #soukoku #bsd fanfic #bungou stray dogs #skk au #silas yaps #should I continue this...?

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Headcanon: Moon Knight boys with pets

Steven Grant

Well, apart from his fish Gus, I think he would have small and cute pets (and easy to care for)

A turtle, rabbit or even a small cat would be perfect.

He would treat his pets as if they were people: he would talk to them, greet them, he would even ask them things even though he knows they won't answer him.

He is one of those who makes a funny voice when praising his pets.

Would definitely sleep with his pet in bed so he don't feel alone.

and he would give them his goodnight kiss

"Good night Mr. little ears!"

He probably forget to feed them sometimes (poor guy is a bit distracted, let's leave him alone)

Marc Spector

Marc is a dog person, especially big dogs like a Labrador.

I imagine him playing with the dog and caressing its nose, pouting tenderly.

The dog probably has a short, easy-to-remember name like Max or something like that.

Marc is a serious guy and reluctant to show his feelings but this new pet will definitely bring out his soft side (yes, he has one)

He will pet him and take him for walks every day. He is in charge of bathing him, feeding him and all that (Sometimes he forgets but tries not to)

Like Steven, Marc would let his dog sleep in his bed (and it would probably take up the entire space)

He loves bath days, the dog would splash him but that's what amuses him and makes him laugh.

Quite protective of his pet, like Jake he doesn't let many get close to it but if he sees that you have good intentions he will let you pet it

Jake Lockley

100% a cat man

Don't ask why, I just imagine it that way.

He would probably have a black cat or black and white.

I imagine him pampering and caressing him sitting in a chair but at the same time looking intimidating like a mafia boss (or dracula)

*Turns his chair dramatically while still petting the cat* "Nos volvemos a encontrar"

Names like "bonita", "pequeña" or "dulce" are his favorite for the cat

He's the type that prefers animals to humans. For a hitman, he's pretty soft with four-legged furry beings.

If you touch his cat you are a dead man, dude

translate: "nos volvemos a encontrar" = "We meet again". Bonita = Pretty, Pequeña = little, Dulce = sweet/sweetie

#jake lockley #moon knight series #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #khonshu #marvel mcu #fluff #mcu #marvel #headcanons #headcanon #moon knight headcanons #pets #puppy