#mafia france

[red-spider-lilies]

Can we talk about the fact that Chuuya visited Rimbaud's grave so many times after his death that both Dazai and the Sheep knew they would find him there?

The Sheep choosing to betray him in that graveyard wasn't a coincidence, they knew he would be there because he had been visiting his tomb enough times to become a routine. They needed a place where they would definitely find Chuuya so their plan could work, after all.

And the thing is it's canon he did the same with the Flags after they died:

"Piano Man, Albatross, Doc, Iceman and Lippmann were buried in a well-kept graveyard near the mountains. Their graves were never without flowers.'' Stormbringer.

"Chuuya, you smell like incense. Did you go visiting those graves again?" Shirase to Chuuya, Stormbringer.

But the difference between Rimbaud and the Flags is that Chuuya almost didn't know Rimbaud, but he did such impact on Chuuya that he kept visiting his tomb. And he was betrayed in that graveyard, just like Rimbaud was, due to it.

I just find it beautiful (and tragic) that the reason the Sheep could betray him was because he visited the tomb a lot of times. Because he chose to do a pretty human thing and visited the tomb of a deceased person often.

[rosalinesurvived]

I want to talk more about the shockwaves of horror that went through the Port Mafia when Akutagawa died. He was one of their strongest members. Commander of the Black Lizard, The Black-Fanged Hellhound, he’s been killing since he was a child. Even with what Mori says, Akutagawa’s always running off and causing trouble and in the end he contributes the most.

And then he’s murdered. And they don’t even know how. And they don’t even have his body to bury. And that means that it was Atsushi who had the burden of telling them, their enemy

And Higuchi lost her partner, the man she loved. And Chuuya lost another friend because of his own partner’s schemes. And Tachihara and Gin lose their brother–metaphorical and literal because bet my ass Gin remembered all of their murdered friends in the streets and bet my ass that Tachihara went into his battle with Fukuchi high on rage for losing another brother.

[askmafiabobvelseb]

Heres everyones ethnicity n where they came from

Ignacio was basically born in America but he's mixed.

Bekas American British (with a hint of German)

Sams Cuban

N bob and his kiddies have no flag cuz they weren't born on earth, therefore :/// (but they are Hispanic!)

[judeeatskyky]

This man's always giving Mafia vibes 🥲

[pinkflipphonez]

gentlemen, what if I proposed a cheesy bratva au... but with dames??!!!! in the 80s??!!!!

look, I know the mafia/mobster au is popular and it's all been done before but where are the women!!!!!

no seriously, I'm thinking of lez rusame in 1987 los angeles. amelia is a dancer in vegas and she travels to la to audition for acting roles. anya is a bratva leader who married a mob leader in order to have authority within the organization.

they meet at a party in hollywood that gets shot up because they're targeting anya but amelia doesn't know this. anya is the only one that gets severely injured so amelia drives her to the hospital because the cops wouldn't make it on time. she drops her off that the hospital until her family gets there and calls it a day. weeks later, anya looks for her to thank her and ultimately tracks her down in las vegas and things blossom from there.

I'm thinking anya keeps it hidden from amelia on what she really does and tries giving her anything she wants. since she wants to be an actress, she probably ends up pulling strings for her to land a good acting gig.

still working out the kinks but dammit, i need mafia women!!!

[the-official-italy]

yup! kinda what ur spouse did :3

I did the ones France did :) and look! It's Lupa! I wonder why she's here... >:3

and of course, the one I like the most <3

More bc this was fun!!

baby Italy!!! (30s era )

Italy with her wife @france-unofficial (i tried to keep it as close to your picrew as possible love <3)

Hope what you needed these for is fun :)

[ssaraexposs]

I need more Chuuya in casual clothes. BUNGO MAYOI PLEASE!

[shegottosayit]

[chickenhuggit]

from how the goncharov fandom talks anout her youd really expect katya to appear in more than three scenes

[geez-lopez]

The ref was hella incoherent for both sides.

It was a World Cup's semifinal for Pete's sake !!

[berniecranes]

xvi. sailboat

It was almost as perfect of a day as you could get for a day out in the water. It wasn't too hot, but you weren't going to get cold from the water's cool breeze. John has been waiting for this day all week. He was eager to take Frances out to the water today, doing something slightly different than usual. It wasn't a day for swimming, that could happen later maybe, but not immediate. It wasn't quite a nice cruise on the water necessarily, it was bringing out a small sailboat. John was ecstatic, he can't really remember when he last used it. Though as soon as he checked the wind today, he knew that's what he wanted to do with his girlfriend. Frances was excited, but also a little nervous. She's been on boats with a motor and a place to sit, maybe even a larger sailboat, but never a single sail. She wasn't sure if she'd regret this, but she trusted John; she didn't even switch to a bathing suit. She wore a pastel sleevless button up and some small shorts. To keep her hair from getting completely rattled, she wore a silky scarf and her hair pinned up. John seemed just as confident in his ability to not send them overboard. He wore light button up, and some beige mid thigh length shorts, and of course a pair of sunglasses.

With his arm wrapped around Frances' waist he led her to where the boat was, he had just done the prep prior to bringing Frances out. Everything was coming together to be an easy day of sailing. He made sure to repeat this trying to remind her he has this under control. A couple nervous giggles escaped her lips, but she nodded along. She was excited but she just didn't want it to go wrong. He rolled the trolley holding the sailboat into the water, walking out with it, Frances followed. The water clashing into the edges of their shorts, just barely grazing the bottom. The water felt lovely on day like this.

"Just sort of hold the boat, I'll be right back." John said with a sweet charming smile.

Frances gave him an 'okay' and looked at the sail of the boat. It was moving quite a lot in the wind. The closer it got, the less worried she became. John came back not too long after, just needing to make sure the trolley was far enough away from the water. He returned, and slipped down the centerboard slightly, making it easier for the two to climb aboard, then he pushed the rudder down to make contact with the water. He firmly grabbed both sides of the boat.

"Climb aboard, but do it quickly, Frank. Don't be shaky about it, it'll make it harder. Hold onto the tiller," John pointed to the long stick looking thing, "if you need support. Just keep it straight and it'll be fine."

"Okay," Frances broke into another laugh at the end. John couldn't help but smile watching her. It was cute seeing her like this. She did as John instructed and it went well, she brought herself into the boat, seemingly happy with what she was able to do.

"I knew you'd do it." John praised. He let go of the boat after letting her steady herself, and brought himself onto the boat with a lot of ease compared to his girlfriend.

She made sure he had room by the tiller and he reached for the rope that controlled the main sheet. They were finally off! This felt amazing to be doing again. Just as John hoped it's like he did this only yesterday, everything just came to him. He didn't have to do much adjusting as they were able to take off with the wind at a smooth point. They could spot some boats in the distance, but nothing too crowded. They could share their moment really between just the two of them.

Frances smiles as she watched John control the sail, he seemed to be in his happy place. She placed her hand on his thigh and gave it a gentle rub.

"Thanks for bringing me out Johnny, this is nice. It is a beautiful day out." She rested her head on his shoulder. She wasn't sure if he could still work the boat, but he said nothing so she assumed all was well. He leaned into her and pressed a kiss on her head.

"I'm glad you agreed to come Frank, and trusting I wouldn't send us overboard."

She smiled, "We aren't back to shore yet."

"I think you're trying to jinx us." He grinned. They both laughed and continued to watch the waves around them, as they sailed through this perfect day.

[askmafiabobvelseb]

Welcome to the family!

Almost everyone is here! Made this for funnsies :)

[croissantconnoisseurdinosaur]

Soukoku Angst, ow, angst, ow

If there are any BSD fanfiction writers with no shortage of writing desire, but a shortage of ideas, don’t worry I gotchu, cuz I have the opposite.  

The thing with brain rot is everything becomes a fic idea and I can’t stop hurting my feelings with this one. 

TW: 

Loss of children

As always, feel free to steal my idea, but tag me so I can cry with you <3

Relationship: Soukoku, cis Chuuya, trans Dazai (can also be A/B/O if that’s the universe instead)

The two of them start seeing each other romantically about a year after they join the mafia (though to be clear this is Soukoku, so nothing is ever romantic per say, and that can lend it’s own layer of angst and miscommunication above everything else)

One night Dazai discovers he’s pregnant, and it is a shitshow.  His feelings go from completely numb, to furious rage and back again more times than he can count.  It’s not just that he doesn’t want this baby -- has never wanted a baby, will never want a baby in this life he’s barely interested in keeping for himself.  It’s not just that he’s young, it’s not even just that he’s cursed with a womb that shouldn’t have to bear the responsibility of his sex that his gender should never know... it’s that even if he did want this baby, he felt he didn’t have a choice. He knows he doesn’t have a choice.  That in itself is traumatic in its own way, even regardless of his feelings on the matter.  He doesn’t have a choice.

He decides to tell Chuuya anyway -- and while a part of him tells him as a last-ditch effort to feel not so fucking alone, a part of him does it out of pure vengeful spite for getting him into this mess in the first place.  Sadly, Chuuya reacts exactly how Dazai expected him to.  He’s happy.  He’s fucking happy.  He's already making plans for defecting from the mafia together and running away to hide somewhere Dazai knows can never, ever truly be safe. Dazai cuts him off and tells him he’s not keeping it and watches with a sick sense of justice as visible heartbreak leaves Chuuya broken all over -- even for just a moment -- before he’s yelling, arguing, angry right alongside Dazai but also at Dazai himself.  What does he mean he can’t keep it?  He doesn’t even want to try?  It becomes abundantly clear that Chuuya -- hurt, for many of the same reasons as Dazai -- is fighting just to fight.  That’s fine.  Dazai can fight.  He calls him stupid.  Tells him the only reason he wants to keep it is because he doesn't have to carry it.  He accuses Chuuya of only wanting to keep this baby in the hopes that it will be the one thing to finally make him feel human for once in his loveless life.  He accuses him of martyrdom, of thinking he’s better than Dazai for always taking in the strays.  Chuuya accuses Dazai of not having a heart.  They scream and yell and sob and plead until Dazai’s cold indifference and spite has grown tired and warm, and Chuuya’s red-hot rage has dulled to ice with helplessness.

“Chuuya,” Dazai begins, realizing there was nothing left to do once they had both screamed and cried themselves sick for three lifetimes, “do you really want to be responsible for when the mafia finds the three of us alive?”  Chuuya nearly throws up. 

So Dazai goes to the doctor, and the two of them carry on as if nothing ever happened.  Only now there’s hatred slowly seeping beneath their skin.  They continue to see each other as they had been, only now any love (in however many words) there once may have been just beginning to bloom between them in the midst of brand new feelings has been crushed to dust, and there is almost a repulsion alongside the attraction now -- the two of them hate-fucking whenever one got on the others nerves enough, any semblance of true care for one another long gone  alongside the trauma they both simply pushed out of sight, never to resolve. 

And it happens again.  And again.  And it keeps on happening, never any less clinical and cold than that very first time.  He tells Chuuya every time -- sometimes beforehand, sometimes after, just to let him know he’d been too late.  Sometimes he wants someone to share in his grief with, mostly he just to be cruel.  He resents Chuuya for doing this to him.  (He knows it’s not all Chuuya’s fault).   He wonders if he’s doing it on purpose -- waiting for that fateful day he puts a baby in him his cold heart is willing to keep.  (He knows he only wishes that were true, so it meant Chuuya would care about what was happening to him, over and over again).  Chuuya stops trying to convince him to run away with him after the third time, simply nodding numbly and grabbing him by the throat for a kiss they both pretended wasn’t salty with tears.  

Once day, upon hearing the news “it happened again”, Chuuya nods numbly -- but instead of paying Dazai any mind in return, eventually, he just... goes back to work.   

They’re too young for all of it.  

Dazai never stops threatening suicide, and even attempts are starting to be met with indifference, like nothing is shocking anymore.  Dazai absently wonders if Chuuya would care if he were gone completely. 

One day, he is, but not because he’s died.  The day Dazai leaves the port mafia, he sets a bomb under Chuuya’s car and leaves.  He doesn’t say a word.  He doesn’t reach out.  He does nothing.  He doesn’t doubt Chuuya has tried to find him.  He wonders if Chuuya thinks Dazai has finally done it -- decided to escape for a parasite that was supposed to grow up and love him.  He wonders if that would break Chuuya’s heart like he hopes it would.  He misses him.  He hopes the not knowing hurts worse for Chuuya than it does for him. 

Chuuya has never stopped grieving.  As much as he’s kept it to himself, every loss hurt him more than the last.  He knows it didn’t seem that way -- years of watching Dazai had lent him all of the examples he needed to create a perfectly crafted mask that hid his humanity the same way that demon seemed to always hide his.  Chuuya wonders if maybe he never had any to begin with.  Dazai leaving him nearly kills him, and he hoped Dazai rotted away wherever he was, no doubt waiting for Chuuya to look all over the city to find him.  He would never look.  He decided not to miss him. 

Years later Chuuya gets word that Dazai is alive, and in Yokohama.  He’s a part of a rival organization, no doubt, and to be brought in for execution.  Chuuya feels like he’s seeing a ghost as the executive waltzes down the stairs to meet face-to-face with the ex-executive.  He’s filled with such rage and betrayal he doesn’t even have the decency to pretend he hadn’t choked down his bile in favor of spitting in his face.  

As the two of them become partners again, they reconnect in more ways than one.  They talk, they process, they spend hours up for several hours into the early morning over glasses of wine and whiskey finally processing their trauma, together.  It’s not nearly enough, but it’s a start.

One night, in the familiarity of Chuuya’s apartment, resentment melts away enough to give way to the guarded heart of love underneath.  The two of them do just that: make love, in a way neither of them had ever experienced in their entire lives.  It’s beautiful, and confusing, and there is more left unsaid than there is said, but this time neither can resent the other for that. 

They do, though, when it happens again.  This time -- years older, with a safe, stable job, far enough from the mafia to never be used as a pawn in their games again, yet close enough to remain protected by both them and the ADA... Dazai decides his choice has changed.  He is living in the light, where it can be safe to make a different choice: fighting for the good guys, saving the orphans, and doing everything he’d promised Odasaku he would to be on the side that saves people.  But he also realizes that no matter what, this baby his half Chuuya, which means it’s still half mafia.  As much as things have changed since he was a teen, that still has not. 

He does tell Chuuya though.  It’s a different conversation than it used to be.  Chuuya still offers to run away together, but it’s softer now, like he knows what the answer will be.  Even amidst his shock that Dazai is finally keeping this one, he is not surprised to hear he is not allowed to.  This time, he cries.  Dazai cries with him.  They barely even realize what they’re really saying is goodbye.  Even if Chuuya stays far away from them, there is no denying that any mafia knowledge about this at all will result in tragedy once a hard card needs to be dealt.  

So, Dazai leaves once more.  He leaves Yokohama completely.  Only his closest friends know he hasn’t gone very far, but Chuuya is not among them.  For all Chuuya knows, Dazai has left for another country, once again leaving Chuuya with only the parade of little ghosts that have followed him around mafia halls ever since he was sixteen. 

Edit: optional happy ending borderline crack ending below the cut

This literally sounds like a totally separate fic (maybe a fluff sequel to the angst prequel) but I decided the second half of the fic could be Chuuya defects from the mafia and  goes on a mission to find Osamu.  

But this would be years later -- he and Akutagawa planned a coup, and successfully had Aku *almost* kill Mori, instead giving him the choice to be killed or step down.  Turns out Mori is a coward, who tf knew.  

Aku is the new Mafia boss, and he didn’t even have to kill to do it, keeping his promise to Atsushi even all these years later xx

Anyway, Chuuya spends months looking everywhere for Dazai, and it’s only when he and Aku are able to convince Atsushi that it is completely safe, that the weretiger helps him out.  He convinces Dazai to let Atsushi tell Chuuya where he is.  Chuuya is too happy to be embarrassed that he couldn’t find the mastermind on his own. 

Cue chapters and chapters of fluff of trying to win back not only Dazai’s affection, but that of a little toddler who was taught to never trust a stranger.  Adorable.  

Cue healing talks and Dazai apologizing for being so cruel, admitting he purposefully hurt Chuuya with the way he spoke to him back then, and how if he’s honest with himself he never even regretted it.  But he does now. 

Cue Chuuya telling Dazai he knew.  He knew it was all a cover for how hurt Dazai was feeling.  And he never let it cut him too deeply for too long because of that.  How he understands, how he understood, even then.  How it’s not right, and it’s not okay, but it is fine, now.    

Eventual happy family neither of them ever dreamed they would grow up to want, but now can’t imagine being without.  Cue hilarious comedy antics babysitting with Uncles Atsushi and Ryuu, or Ranpo and Ed, or the way more capable Kunikida, Gin, Higuchi, Yosano, or Kyouyou -- basically a big happy family in a world where the alliance between port mafia and ADA is unshakable, all because of a little child with red hair and their father’s eyes.

EDIT AGAIN: MAYBE ADD ANGST BACK INTO ACT III BY HAVING THE CHILD KIDNAPPED ANYWAY DESPITE LITERALLY EVERYBODY’S BEST EFFORTS???  HAVE AN AWESOME SHOWDOWN WITH LITERALLY EVERYBODY ON THIS KID’S SIDE AND THE ENEMY NEVER HAVING A CHANCE?? WITH A SAPPY ENDING??????

[stephanemortimore]

Marseille.

Le cubain portait un petit feutre de biais sur son crâne pointu, dans sa saharienne bariolée de cocotiers rouges et son pantalon à pince couleur chocolat, il marchait d’un pas pressé, ses mocassins italiens claquant au soleil de l’après-midi comme une victoire, une sacoche en cuir à la main. Il était descendu à Marseille par le nouveau port autoroutier qui séparait désormais la cité phocéenne de…

[brazilmaryah]

Paixão Perigosa: Entre o Charme e a Lei (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/371689842-paix%C3%A3o-perigosa-entre-o-charme-e-a-lei?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Mary_Jane8272 Paixão Perigosa: Entre o Charme e a Lei Em meio ao glamour decadente da Riviera Francesa, um mafioso experiente e uma jovem advogada brasileira se veem envolvidos em um jogo perigoso de sedução e segredos. Antoine Dubois, 45 anos, é um dos chefões mais poderosos da máfia francesa. Charmoso e implacável, ele comanda seu império com pulso de ferro, mas esconde um passado turbulento e um coração solitário. Isabela Oliveira, 19 anos, recém-formada em direito, chega à França em busca de realizar seus sonhos. Inteligente e idealista, ela se depara com um mundo de opulência e corrupção que a desafia a cada passo. Quando seus caminhos se cruzam em um evento de caridade, a atração entre Antoine e Isabela é instantânea e inegável. Mas o que começa como um flerte inocente logo se transforma em uma paixão avassaladora que os coloca em rota de colisão com seus mundos distintos. Antoine, fascinado pela inocência e determinação de Isabela, a envolve em seu mundo de luxo e perigo. Isabela, por sua vez, se sente atraída pelo poder e carisma de Antoine, apesar de saber que ele é tudo o que ela deveria combater. No entanto, o relacionamento dos dois se torna alvo de inimigos implacáveis que desejam destruir Antoine. Isabela se vê no centro de uma teia de intrigas e traições, obrigada a usar sua inteligência e bravura para proteger o homem que ama. Entre o amor proibido e o dever profissional, Isabela se debate em uma escolha cruel. Será que ela poderá conciliar sua paixão por Antoine com a sua luta pela justiça? Ou será que o amor os consumirá em um destino trágico? Paixão Perigosa: Entre o Charme e a Lei é uma história de amor arrebatadora que explora os limites da moral, do poder e da redenção. Prepare-se para se encantar com personagens cativantes, reviravoltas inesperadas e uma atmosfera eletrizante que te prenderá do início ao fim

[leehamwriting]

Neige vaudou - ALENVERS - 2023 - Ed. L'harmattan

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