#mafia graves

[madmarchhare]

I love it! I love it so much! I love how Iruma is the princess, and how she plans out dates so seriously no matter the universe. She just falls for Iruma no matter what, which is understandable. I love her, I love him they are so sweet!!!!

[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.

[sevs-corner]

Tf 141: Mafia AU!

Chapter 2: Jobless? More like Job-bless

A/N: Link to prev ch + mini epilogue of the chap (where it goes to another character’s pov aside from the reader :DD) :

Preface:

After the mess of a morning, you instantly got roped into the orderly chaos of the bakery. Under a contract (a list of chores really) you are now tied to the place Nonna and Nonno calls home.

Although, you soon come to learn that it is the home of other certain individuals as well.

With a groan, you wonder how many things are left on the chore list posted on the to-do board, pinned with all sorts of menus, post-it notes, old recipes, and photos of people you don’t really care to know or recognize; although, you were curious of who that one handsome man was.

Which you kept at the back of your mind to ask Nonna during your break later.

For now, you had to focus up and sort this damn mountain of trash.

You even got scolded by the trash guy for having mixed the recyclables and non-recyclables! You pouted, mumbling that it wasn’t your fault but the old couple who ran this place— yet all he did was wave you off, saying that he’d make an exception and come by tomorrow, ‘as long as the trash is sorted.’

To be honest, you’d rather sort him to the non-recyclables pile.

Rancid- the whole lot of it was! You couldn’t believe it got stocked up until the second floor of the building… but you kinda have to wonder if they threw it from below with an underhand throw or dropped from the room you were currently in.

The latter seems more plausible.

Until you saw Nonna, spin and accurately place another bag on top- winking at your gaping form, knees bent with your elbows resting on it exhaustion.

“Is that nasty sickness gone?” She asks, arms folded on her chest as she leans by the doorway.

“I think I got another type of nasty sickness,” you raised your arms and showed the dirty yellow rubber gloves and apron covered in grime.

She laughs and nods, “well better get to finishin’! Else, you wouldn’t make it to the lunchtime rush.”

“Is that part of the list too?” You asked, stunned, you were very sure that was on there until Nonna waved you in. Pointing at the pin board by the doorway.

You slightly let yourself, making sure none of the guck got in the place you just cleaned. Bending and craning your neck upward, you gasp at how the checklist just became double its size from before, a stapler at both ends of the first one connecting to the next.

You quickly turn your head, tone accusatory- “you added onto it!”

“There’s a lot to do,” she shrugs, “didn’t quite give you the full list.”

She points to the first saying how that was Nonno’s list while the next was made by her. You pouted, finding it unfair- knowing how it wouldn’t be completed in a day, actually more than a week no less!

“How am I supposed to help you guys tomorrow if I can’t find my place today?”

She hums, tapping her chin before snapping her fingers and roughly pinching your puffed out cheeks.

“You stay upstairs with us, of course!”

“WHAT?”

You reflexively scream reacted, falling to your dramatically as your hands catch your upper body before it fell into the door way face first.

“Not a bad deal, right dearie?”

“Rightly so, dear wifey!”

You could hear the old couple tease you (with the old man coming in to see what the racket was that disturbed him from his cooking routine, only to see his wife amusing herself once more with the new kid she “adopted” (nonna’s words not his)) making you feel even more depressed, wondering what made you think it was a good idea in the first place to sign up to this deal.

You wanted info- and they needed a helper. The end.

You should have read the Terms and Conditions really. (The non existent one aka, reading between the lines and the vibe of the couple.)

Alas, you accepted your fate, resigning to it really as you stood up, looking at the list before retuning to the trash area, where the old couples kisses and giggles were still echoing by the back door way. A reality slapping reminder of what you needed to get back to immediately.

Kneeling by the pile you left, you spot a cat- a strangely pristine white one with bright blue eyes. It looked a bit fancy to be wandering around this part so you checked its neck for a collar yet there was none.

Humming to yourself, you called to it softly as you removed your stickily sweat gloves.

The cat, as if heeding your call, comes closers to your whispers of encouragement and ultimately sits before you meowing and nudging its head towards you.

“Aww!” You gleamed, immediately petting it with your finger tips, but melt even more as it long and fluffy tail wrapped around your fingers- as if urging you to continue your pampering.

“You’re such a cutie! Aren’t ‘cha?” You continue cooing at it, and with how immediately comfortably attached the cat was with you- you decided to try and carry it by opening your arms.

The cat crawls pause, sensing your pets has stopped and stares at you.

You stare it back.

Like a lightbulb popping up, the cat meows and stand up, crawling closer and…

“Now who the hell is there?”

You and the cat screech, both jumping in the air.

Although the difference between the two of you was one landed on their ass while the other ran away.

Unceremoniously once again.

You heaved, looking at the man intimidatingly making himself known by the entrance of the alleyway to the back door of the bakery, smoke in hand while the other was on his side- a holster you assume as you see something gleam below the morning light.

You noticed that he wore a suit quite similar to the men you met last night. Although this time, it was dark navy blue in color with a heavy coat on top, and brown shoes that seemed quite shinier that the jewels he wore on his fingers.

As you picked apart his outfit, he came in closer, noticing how you shivered at his presence (you weren’t it was just cold and he surprised the beejeebus out of you.)

So he stopped a bit aways away, five feet apart to be safe of the unexpected accusation that might come along by strangers at the street side.

“Got any business with this place?”

“Huh?” You look up at him, finally looking at his- less irritated, more confused than anything- face. His slicked back blonde hair made his eye brow raise and forehead creases even more noticeable as he tossed to you his questionable stare.

“Oh, uh yeah- I do.”

He nods, “right.”

You deadpanned, with you not believing him and him not believing your words— you decided to start the conversation again by standing and introducing yourself.

“I’m Graves,” he does the same, and stuff his hands in his pocket, offering a nod and grin.

“Like…” you paused, “the tombstone?”

He deadpans this time and sighs, shaking his head.

“You... you can put it that way,” he waves his hand, “but what’s your business here anyway, shortstack?”

You grumble to yourself about his nickname but placed in the back burner for later, where you would also burn him- but that’s a plan in the making.

“Why do you need to know?” You reply, a bit apprehensive of his prying. It’s not like he lived here- as far as you know.

…Maybe he was going to hustle you for messing with his favorite smoking spot?!

“Oh!” You turn to him, making his mouth clamp shut. “This might have been your smoking spot right? My bad.”

You bowed your head in a slight bow when apologizing, “its just that the owners of the bakery told me to clean up here,” you pointed to the pile of dump on the trashcan, “but as you can see, its taking me some time.”

He laughs, finally connecting the dots in his head and figuring who you were.

“Those old hags giving you trouble?”

Suddenly his arm was on your shoulder, slinging you forward and into his space which made you slightly flinch away, half uncomfortable and the other half making you hope wouldn't dirty his- clearly expensive- suit then blame it on you and pay for cleaning or worse... replace it.

Yeah, you didn't want to think about that.

So, you shook your but deeply sigh anyways, "it's all good."

You didn't know why but you wanted to reassure the stranger. In hope of getting him off your case? Maybe so- but it was more likely that his suit quite stank from the smell of cigs and alcohol, but with the mix of his- high end- cologne- it was just a smell that spelled disaster for your senses.

"Really now?" Unconvinced he was again but at this point, why did you continue to care?

So you huffed, sliding out of his grasp- surprisingly easily- and went by the back door, arms crossed just like a certain someone had done moments ago.

"Really," you rolled your eyes, "but its up to you to believe it or not."

Graves' eyes sparkled, smirk widening as he sniffs out a challenge- a challenge to his authority.

He scoffs out an amused chuckle as he sees you stomp back into the bakery in a huff, clearly cutting short your interaction with him and the conversation.

A conversation he quite wanted to continue.

So he follows, interest now piqued, wondering if you were a new face in town or simply a fleeting face he'd forget in a momentary notice. Whatever it was, he wanted to know.

His gut feeling says he has to--

it hasn't proven him wrong after all.

Entering the warm bakery as compared the cold breeze the outside gave made you shiver, hoping your body would better quickly adapt to the temperature change.

Quickly hanging your apron, you called out to the two that you came back for the lunch rush, all the while washing your hands in the kitchen's sink.

Whistling a tune, you think back to the words of Nonna earlier, having said that you would have to stay here until you get the end of your bargain. At least, that was what you think she meant until the list is done and dealt with.

Your actions slow as you think of an alternative-- you could text your co-worker and ask them right now, but that was embarrassing to think of doing. They gave simple instructions of how to get at the place, yet you somehow got lost and stumbled upon so much more people than you think you would have before coming into this reputable city.

To be honest to yourself for a moment, you didn't want to admit it to them not because of embarrassment- but because of how you felt ashamed of yourself. You didn't like having yourself in this position, squandering away for any penny you can make, scraping by with each paycheck, and most of all, for being so stupid that you can't even repay the kindness your co-worker has shown you. It felt like a waste, that you weren't using it right now-- staying at their place and slowly making it up to them by paying back every single money they spent to pay for rent, utilities, and food that they provided.

So you resolved yourself, slapping your face with the washed hands to wake yourself up from the quite long (short) introspection of your situation right now.

You did owe Nonna and Nonno for staying here, but for the boss of Soup? No... Suds-? Anyways, you had to repay that guy's boss as well for the lodging last night.

Maybe you can rearrange the agreement with the couple to provide- at least- the minimum of minimum wages so you wouldn't be just free labor for their amusement.

Despite thinking that they really might need some help, looking around at the state of place.

"Seems like you washed your hands extra clean."

You hear a sip behind you, jumping once more as you naturally glared at the person that spooked you.

"Could you like," you waved your hands around trying to find words, "not spook me every time you appear-- are you the boogeyman incarnate or something?"

This man in front of you, as formal as he looks, just breaks into cackles.

Downright fits of laughter that continuously bubble out of him.

Wheezing and all that-- but you wait, staring at him strangely and for him to catch his breath.

After a couple minutes pass and he doesn't, even leaning against the doorway as he covers his face (which was bright red) in attempt to limit his giggles, you sigh and untangle your arms. Pushing yourself off the sink and moving him aside so you could start the lunch shift.

"Wa-wait!"

You hear the man wheeze out and in frustration, you grumble out a- "what?"

"I- I was only ask-asking about you earlier bec-because--"

"because he's la famiglia, cara!"

You turn to the sudden pop of Nonna at your side, looking at her in question, "what do you mean-?"

"He-!" She quickly slaps his back to cough out his remaining laughter, "is one of my sons!"

"Son?" you ask, head tilting as you think back to that photo on the board. You turn to the board, checking if you were right-- and it was as if fate checked mate you as your eyes locked onto the boy at the far right side of the one completed family picture (you assumed) which had a lot of members.

'Blonde and blue eyes...'

The man, who has just been a disaster a couple of minutes ago, had now regain his composure and grinned at you as if it didn't look like he was losing his balls earlier.

"That's why I was concerned shortcake," he wraps his arm around Nonna (who just snuggles into him), "'cause I'm her son."

'Oof. '

Well, now that you know that they were all their (adopted) children in that picture, you find yourself more at ease in Graves' presence as Nonna chats to him about what happened ever since you showed up, with him humming and commenting from time to time.

As they sat at the side, you continued to do your job, managing the register and the back of the house- sending orders in and plates out.

You did it so much that by the time another table came, you were in auto pilot, customer service mode.

"Hello and welcome! What can I get for y'all started with--"

"Well, aren't you worse for wear."

Hearing that out of place comment made you snap out of your stupor, finally taking in the faces before you.

"The guys from last night!" You gasp, "and Suds' boss!" you glanced at the man with a beard and you could see him smile and nod, reaffirming who he was.

"Yes, that's me-"

Yet he gets cut by the rounding laughter of the table, making you confused, muttered a small, "what?"

"Suds--" The kind man from the other night manages out before falling into another fit of wheezing.

"His name ain't Suds, darlin'," the guy with a rough, scratchy voice talks and you now see that he was wearing a skull mask on the upper part of his face, then a black clothe covering his lower half.

"It's not?"

The man in question groans out, "its Soap you nest-head!"

You clicked your tongue, "Now I'm less inclined to call you that, Suds."

Now even Price chuckles at this exchange, making 'Grickky' looking at him in shock.

"Did you sleep well?"

Price redirects the conversation and you turn to him with a smile and nod, "thank to you sir."

You politely bowed your head and told him how you were gonna pay him back for it, but he just shakes his head- telling that you "shouldn't worry your pretty lil' head over a lil' cash."

"But its not a little amount!" You protested and they looked at you in shock. Thinking that you would just accept it and be done with it.

"I know better than anyone how both kindness and money is precious, so I'll work to pay you back sir."

The determination flaming in your eyes makes them quite stunned at the moment before Price just chuckles, "do as you wish." He says in contentment of the moment, and he was quite satisfied from how you reacted- bubbling and smiling as if you weren't laying sick mere hours ago when they last saw you.

"Cara!"

You hear Nonna call for you and you pause, asking for the four to wait a moment while you walk to see what Nonna needed until you see her approaching in excitement.

"Nonna-?"

"Oh my gosh!" She squeals into your arms, "I can't believe you're meeting all my boys today!"

"Your...boys?"

You stare at her for a moment before redirecting it to the sheepish four who sat there.

Welp... now your proclamations sounds a little awkward...

There was no way she would let her own son pay for lodging at his parent's place.

Even though you've only known Nonna for a couple hours, you were quite sure. A conclusion which made you throw your head back in embarrassment once again.

"just how many sons do you have?!"

A/N: Long chapter for the 2nd one because I got inspired! And also for the warm reception and the attention my silly lil AU for Tf 141 is getting hehe so thank yall <33 Cheers to more chapters to come !!

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

«i had a dream about my funeral tonight» carlo after moretti's murder, who sometimes wonders if the same fate will befall him

«I sullied my youth with the most vulgar of dreams: In black cars that look like big turtles Shouting out over other people's thoughts in their skulls I'll have a dream about my funeral The bitter rubber of drunken saliva stretches and stretches, a stubborn thread And it ends, thinning When it ends, I'll be gone too Find me, find me, find me under the fence Eyes, eyes, eyelids, lips Black flame» ^ won't link the song but here's the other one that may fit the mood i guess. anyway it's a good song

«Dad, the kids are out in the yard They're burying a bird Not a pigeon or a tit Dad, give me two rubles I'll throw it in the pit Dad, we're family Don't be dramatic

Dad, my collarbone's been hurting all morning Somewhere in the middle of the yard There's a bird buried Dad, give me some milk I'll pour it in the pit»

[curhinlupez]

HEY GUYS, I’M BACK FROM VACATION

I am finally back to posting, and oh boy, my vacation was wild!

So it all began when I was busy in Subcon Forest, soulmaxxing and shadowmaxxing with my bro Snatcher like we always do.

Until my girlfriend and Gideon Graves came up and surprised us with a gift card for Waffle House.

I was hyped to go to Waffle House, but the closest and only Waffle House on the planet was in Mafia Town.

So me and Snatcher packed our things to take a trip to Mafia Town.

Sadly, my hot cat girlfriend couldn’t come, she said she was busy hanging out with Gideon.

And so, we got to Mafia Town.

It’s a pretty town, but what I loved most about it was that everyone was SO stupid, so I could make them sign my contracts with NO QUESTIONS.

I got like 24 soulless servants by the time I left.

But not everyone signed my contracts…

There was this woke brat who denied signing my not very sketchy contract.

Like, who does this little brat think she is? What makes she think she can talk back at the High Value Snatcher Males???

Schools with their woke ass stranger danger videos have such a tight hold on today’s youth, it isn’t even funny.

I mean like, I hate those woke ass stranger danger videos SO MUCH. Schools think they’re so “progressive” with their stupid ass “street smart” videos and classes. Kidnapping would be so much freaking easier without them, but some dushbag thought it would be REALLY GOD DAWM FUNNY if we tought kids about staying away from strangers. Like I hate this shit SO MUCH, SO SO VERY MUCH.

But one good thing that came out of this bitch, is that she mentioned someone that sounded like my good Snatcher pilled emo friend, Matthew Patel, and said he was being held hostage by the Mafia.

We were thinking about killing her with our Snatcher Male Powers, but after she told us that information, we let the wretch live.

After chatting with that woke beta minion female, we headed to The Mafia HQ, where they were holding our emo High Value Snatcher Male friend. While at the headquarters, we stole everyone’s souls who was there.

Matthew could hang in there. He could possibly be being tortured or killed, but he could possibly suck it up buttercup for a bit.

I mean, Snatcher was tortured and killed, but he turned out fine.

Also, the brat we were talking to was there, but she was cheering me on, so it was all good.

After 30 minutes of stealing souls, we finally get to the Mafia Boss, who was sentencing our Shadowmaxxing Soulmaxxing expert friend with mystical powers to death.

But we stopped him in his tracks.

He starting rambling about some bullshit about money, and being payed, and probably some confusing shit about the economy, and transactions, and Gideon Graves, and shit like that. But I wasn’t listening, I don’t know how the economy works or how money works.

I dropped out of high school to be a full time professional High Value Snatcher Male, of course I don’t know how money works. And like, what does money, the economy, and Gideon Graves have to do with Matthew Patel??? What’s all this talk about Gideon Graves participating in the economy by paying The Mafia Boss a good amount of money to kidnap Matthew??? Huh??? Why does he need the money??? Is this like some kind of math problem???

I WANT TO SAVE MATTHEW PATEL, NOT BE FUCKING LEATURED TO ABOUT THE ECONOMY

This is why I live in the woods.

So anyways, we destroyed the Mafia Boss.

Matthew remembered he had mystical powers and could untie himself very easily.

Once we have defeated the Mafia Boss, we crowned Matthew the new ruler of Mafia Town. With Matthew now in charge, he vowed to rule over his new kingdom with an iron fist and to make it a better place. And to show gratitude to the mustached girl, we have bestowed upon her to be vice minister.

You know, mustache girl isn’t as woke and minion male as I thought she would be. I thought she would be all into stranger danger and being street smart, and yeah, she kinda is, but really, she’s just a pretty cool kid. She isn’t too woke, I was just angry she wouldn’t sign my obviously sketchy contract. So to show my appreciation towards her cheering me on while I steal everyone’s souls, I will grant her the title as a Jr. Snatcher Female. She has great protential to become a first ever High Value Snatcher Female one day.

After all of that, we finally went to Waffle House and ate a lot of bacon.

Man, this was a long post..

SnatcherMaleQuote of the Day:

(MATTHEW IS BACK TO DAILY SNATCHERMALEQUOTES, LETS GO!!!)

[drekkavac]

[ ENCRYPTED MESSAGE. ]    plotted starter for BUCKY BARNES. @vintertsarn.

Being home should have been a RELIEF  ,  considering what had just happened.  Maybe it was a testimate to how well prepared she was thanks to BOTH of her parents … Or maybe it was just the relief that this was all ACTUALLY over. Couldn't really cause problems for someone if you were a dead man.

Maybe that was the reason for her FRUSTRATION over the tickets to Romania that had showed up the morning after arriving in New York.  She knew this was her dad  ,  & could even get behind sending her son their until things cooled down … But as much as her parents were … She was far too much of a WORKAHOLIC to be ready to take an extended trip home.  More importantly , Wade hadn't been extended an invite there yet … & she doubted he was getting fast tracked to that position.

Determined feet in heeled boots MARCHED down the hallway of the New York family estate , heading straight to where she knew he would be at.  The kitchen.  He always liked having family dinners after something like this happened. Something about remembering what was IMPORTANT.  It was something that they found set him apart from most people in his business.  This all really was for his FAMILY , & he took every opportunity to make sure they all knew that.

❝ Got some plane tickets in the mail this morning , ❞   Straight down to business upon walking into the room , she let the itinerary DROP on the counter , pausing for a moment before gesturing to them with her hand.   ❝ Is this really necessary?  The man's dead , I don't know how he's going to do much damage anymore that we have to run away to hide in a fortress. ❞

[stabbyfoxandrew]

happy wip wednesday!!

mafia au if you could

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[late-night-cabaret]

Aaron worries at his lip for a moment, looking out the window, before turning around to face Yancy. Without saying anything, he grabs the man by the lapels and hauls him closer, bringing him down for a vicious kiss. There's something on his mind and he doesn't want to deal with it.

He bites down on Yancy's lower lip and pulls away. "Come on," he whines, tugging at the other mob boss' belt. "Fuck me, sir."

It's isn't hard to see that something is on Aaron's mind. He knows the look of him all too well by now. He also knows how the man likes to distract from something he doesn't want to deal with, especially if Yancy is around.

Then suddenly, their lips are crashing together, and Yancy grunts, merely resting his hands on Aaron's waist. The Sir pleases him, even if he's sure that he's only saying it to get what he wants.

He can't help but chuckle at his eagerness. "Needy, huh?"

[alexgalaxyboo]

Wake up babe, new spy au stuff just dropped

(au co-creator: @hyperfixationwizard)

König and Horangi are kind of separate from the main storyline but do play a very important part somehow, (again lol).

König was in an underground fighting ring (run by two, very well known and detested by us, Americans cough cough).

Horangi worked there but didn't fight, instead had some general duties like keeping track of bet money etc etc.

They knew each other and were fairly close, if I may directly quote Hype, "they were each other's softness in a world that only gave them hardship for a while".

That was of course until Horangi got in trouble. It's canon that he's a "dogshit gambler" so who knows. Maybe he got too cocky, maybe he bet on the wrong kind of guy, maybe he couldn't pay his debt and Graves threw him in the ring instead.

Maybe he lost and had to pay the price otherwise.

Maybe that's when he got his scars ("You act all tough and you can't even win a fight? You call yourself tiger yet you don't look like much of one to me, maybe we should fix that, huh?")

Maybe that's when Nik finds him (when he was doing god knows what, probably trying to get info about Shepherd's dirty business for the team) and takes pity on him.

He has to call some big favours and pull some strings but he manages to get the poor boy out of there.

Takes him off the grid in some little village in the middle of fuck knows where, Eastern European countryside to heal both physically and mentally.

(Horangi is the first to bear witness to the most horrendous down bad pining behaviour from Nik on Price's urgent visit for a few days.)

When Horangi completes his Training Arc™ and goes off again he does end up doing shady business again but this time things end up a lot better for him and he manages to actually own a whole ass casino in the end.

He's very cool and badass and rich and stuff. König is a pathetic wet cat.

They meet like, a decade or so later after König has also managed to get himself out of Shepherd's ring and heard about Horangi from rumours.

He's very pissed off because he thinks that Horangi abandoned him and rose to power through Graves' help and initially he goes to confront him very angry.

Horangi doesn't recognise him at first (it has to do with the mask but when and what kind of mask he wears is still a wip, all I know is that he wore a different kind back then) so it takes a bit of miscommunication, some pining and a lot of bottled up feelings spilling over until he realises why König's angry and apologises again and again explaining how much he didn't want to leave him behind and that he would've contacted him if he could.

Once they've figured their shit out, they set off to find the 141 and co as temporary allies due to a shared interest (Shepherd and Graves' crumbling to the ground).

They're actually there in The Gala when shit hit the fan and Soap was shot but didn't manage to talk to either of them before disaster struck so they don't get in contact with them until a month or so later.

[localravenclaw]

Did somebody ask

for a biker boyfriend?

The Biker of Feldcroft :)

[madmarchhare]

I love that the student council is the gang! That's so amazing! Love seeing Johnny Senpai acting like a thug like he used to in the main series.

[kkkindered]

K’IN'S FIRST VICTIM — a lil something.

K'in can easily be driven to putting blood on their hands. Early stages of their father's scheme, he needed to know how far he could push them. To see if he could make them work. So he'd set up connection banquets. Pretty faces, old and new, and let rumours run that he was looking for a new face of the modelling agency.

It took time.

Started out just as bad looks or petty squabbles to scare spme girls away. Some needed sprained ankles to miss audition days or make-up trails. Nothing K'in couldn't throw money at to soothe their guilt or forgive themselves for in a weeks time.

Until a certain woman, Anastasia.

She was just like K'in. Bright eyed and bushy tailed. Everyone loved it. She was a breath of fresh air. Didn't ask for anything. Accepted if it was offered with a pretty grin. Everyone was in awe.

They were, too. Sure. A pretty face. They got along well. Passed compliments to each other easily, genuinely. Shared fears and ideas for shoots they'd have together if Ana impressed the right people.

She did. The right people were impressed. She got a spot.

They had celebrated. Drank and giggled together over it. K'in threw it all up when they got home afterwards.

A peek into their father's office left them sick. Ana's face plastered over every inch of it. Their pictures on the floor make room for Ana's designs. Their schedule on a table their father rarely uses in favour of her own.

They had to fix it. It took some weeks to come to term with it. Hang outs were recent in the days leading up to her debut. Cuddling late at night, whispering fears and insecurities into the night.

They promise to never share them.

The big day hits. Flashing lights and articles everywhere. The debut picture. Both of them posed together. Matching grins and complimentary outfits. K'in showing off their toned legs and Anastasia centuring her pose around her chest.

It was a truly beautiful picture. K'in wishes that Ana hadn't already succumbed to the poison before the picture had been released. Sometimes they imagine how she'd look. How she would jump and scream at it. Over how beautiful they looked together.

Together wouldn't have lasted. One of them would have been devested in the long run.

K'in saved themselves.

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Tf 141: Mafia AU! - Ch 2: Mini Epilogue

{A/N: I might make this a regular thing 'cause I love character development} Link below to the 2nd Chapter :DD

Graves never knew he could laugh that hard.

It was like he got left hooked by that hooker again. Swift and out of nowhere- knocked him out of his knickers really. (Yes, he did wake up without it after being knocked out cold.)

It was said so nonchalantly and off-handedly like it was natural for you to assume that he was the 'boogeyman incarnate.'

He was just so amused by you blatantly and ever so confidently insulting him, right in front of his face.

He was quite surprised himself, usually- if someone had insulted him right in front of his face- a barrel would instantly be between their eyes, or a quick flip of his knife would find itself lodged right besides one of their ears-- whichever he was in the mood for really.

But you.

The glaring exception that he stumbled upon when he just wanted to do a quick smoke at his favorite spot at the bakery.

Before he even entered, he heard murmurs echoing, waking him out of his tired stupor and sobering himself up as he prepares to- potentially- make contact.

It might be that stupid cat that hates him whenever he goes to this spot, but with all the clearly pronounced non-cat like "meows-" he guesses it would be a person, playing with that ridiculously hedonistic cat. (He knows that plump white cat gets spoiled by Nonna and Nonno when they see 'em.)

So he rounds the corner, silently, steps carefully calculated with the intent of dodging anything that would make a sound.

Yet he pauses, taking a better look at you.

‘Who the hell were you?’

Why was there a stranger at his Nonna and Nonno’s place? There was no way you were a thief, judging from the looks of your outfit and how utterly careless of a job you did if you ever infiltrated this place.

Also…why a bakery? Were… you that hungry?

Maybe… he could provide a better source of income for you, instead of living the live of an unruly street rat.

Even if you were a new face, you had to know the rules of the street.

So he asks, and just like that cat- you jump and unceremoniously land on your ass. Yewouch.

He keeps the grimace to himself, keeping his guard up as you seem to…

not?

be intimated?

by him???

What is going on.

Now, he definitely has to get your ID and papers from the border patrol at the edges of the city. There was no way that someone from this city would act like this, especially if they have been out and around.

He wanted- no... that wasn't right... needed to know who you are.

You were like an itch at the back of his head that he couldn't scratch. Whether you were a threat or not, a new person in town never bode well for the families.

His gut tells him that he discovers a new cog in this creaky old machine he call his home.

So, he follows you through the back door, but was unfortunately stopped by that dreaded cat that was waiting for to lower his guard enough to assault him from the shadows.

He definitely needs his vengeance on that cat.

Once he gets away, he slicks back his hair in a huff as he went in and watch you absent-mindedly wash your hands.

"mio figlio*!" {A/N: Italian for "my son"}

He turns and smiles, "Nonna! I miss you!" opening his arms for a hug but all the old woman did was click her tongue and cross her arms.

"I'm surprised you didn't call me old hag," she sends an unimpressed look to him who reacted sheepishly, "why are you here?"

He pouts, "'cause I missed you and Nonno obviously."

"sure," she deadpans, "you're always welcome here son."

"I know that."

She irks at his confidence and proceeded to lift her foot, aiming for him until she sees at the corner of her eye- you, washing your hands for the umpteenth time now.

Connecting the dots and seeing where her son just came from, she smirks and lowers her foot.

"So you met cara?"

He raises his brow and nods, "did you find your new housekeeper from out of town?"

Seeing as how you had the bakery's apron on, he knew that you worked here, as well as the point that you looked a little too comfortable in the well-guarded space of Nonno. (Nonno's kingdom is the kitchen and anything the light touches in that space, anything outside of it is out of his control.)

Hence he charted it up to you being affiliated to either of the hags, and since Nonna just freely strolled up to him-- he'll take his chances.

But she shrugs, making him frown.

"Just came in last night," she begins explaining, "with John and his boys."

Graves sighs, another factor he did not want to think about at the moment.

"John's friend then?"

She shook her head again, making his creases grow deeper. If you weren't related to John, then how did you get to this place? By accident? This spot is so secluded in already desolate part of town, there was no way you came here intentionally. So, he continues gathering information from Nonna.

"Poor cara bumped into Kyle and was so sick that she couldn't get up," Nonna sympathizes, "had to let her stay for the night and let Johnny take care of her 'till the morning."

"Johnny?" He asks a bit astounded, "took care of a stranger?"

She raised her brow, "you think he did it willingly?"

He lets out a short laugh, "you're right."

"She's been cleaning her hands for the 10th time now," Nonna points out, "I think she still haven't sweated the sick off."

He looks at you, and-- lo and behold, you still were, eyes clearly in a daze as you stare at the wall, hands in an endless cycle of washing and drying off.

"You still say that?" He smirks at her shrug.

"Its true."

Graves watches his Nonna turn around to leave, only to get pinched by her again after scrutinizing your hand washing technique. (A++ for thoroughness.)

"Go and snap cara out of it," she nudges his signature mug in his hand, giving his Nonna a thanking smile while she just rolled her eyes- knowing that he could handle the situation that is you.

And so he does, and your reaction is as skittish as ever, even more so than that blasted cat-- maybe he should just call you 'micia.' {A/N: Italian for cat/kitten}

Although your quips immediately erased that thought, how DARE you call him-- a what?

'a boogeyman incarnate?'

First it was a tombstone (he knows that fairly well) but this?

THIS?

This is new.

And... he doesn't quite mind the light, fuzzy feeling in his chest when he got it.

A new refreshing face you are indeed, making him feel things he hasn't before.

So he tries to explain, why he was so apprehended before you left, despite the wheezes that seemed to be never ending.

He wants it to stop but it feels like he walked into a room filled with laughing gas, and it was quite... addicting.

Now he finds himself staring at you, working both the front and back of the bakery like it was a routiened thing ingrained in your brain. Maybe you waited tables before? You looked experienced, both in terms of service and communicating with customers.

He had half a mind to listen to his Nonna's rant about Nonno and the state of this place, but the other half was on you.

You with the messy hair, a food-stained apron, deep bags on your eyes, frame quite frail, hands shaken-- yet a smile stayed so bright like the sun above you in the alleyway.

Now he genuinely wonders how you found yourself here.

Were you like him? Needing a place to call home?

He hums, letting his thoughts spiral until it lands on you again. The you that snapped out of your rhythm and talked with a snark to John and his gang, quite similar in the manner that you did with him- making him grin quite a bit.

Nonna sees this and smirks, patting Graves' shoulder before standing and calling out to you.

He sees the color pop in your eyes, sparkling in wonder as you ask what Nonna wanted before it fully opens in shock at her words. He knew that the old hag likes messing with her kids.

Wanting to know what you were so shocked about, he approached the table with a smirk, a nod in greeting to the others while you were still in a panic, shakily holding onto Nonna's shoulders as you begged her for an explanation.

"Why don't you finish the lunch rush first, cara?"

So you resigned and nodded, having no choice but to comply to finish that part of the list. One ticked off, another tick to do.

As you finish that part of your shift, albeit more slowly now as fewer people entered and finished off their plates, you did a final check up and removed your apron with a relieved sigh.

Sitting with the rest, right in the middle of Suds and Nonna, as you held onto your own mug of cuppa.

You first listen in to the conversation, letting them lead the conversation as you think of ways of how to convince Nonna to give you minimum wage.

Even if it was a single bill for an hour- you'd take it. You just needed to start somewhere, and you would use this stumbled-upon-opportunity to the utmost possible way.

Once the conversation redirects to you and your situation, you took a sip and decided to explain what happened last night.

"That apartment's been run down for years..." Gaz, who you now learned was the kind man who took care of you last night, mentioned softly-- hands fidgeting above the table as he glanced at you and Price- the big boss man- nervously.

"Aye," Soap- you'd like to still call him Suds for fun- agreed with furrowed brow, "ye' said that ya friend lent it to ye' while ya' find a job 'ere?"

You nod, "that's the gist."

"Quite a ways away you are then," Price frowned, "this bakery is at the opposite end from where you need to be, hun."

You groan, sliding further down your seat- thinking of how the unlucky streak you've had has been fucking you up in more ways than Britney has 99 problems.

After a quiet moment of reprieve, you sat up again and down your shot of cuppa courageously.

"I have a proposal."

Nonna gleamed, arms crossed and an ever so present smirk on her face (just like Grieves.)

"Go on then, cara."

You inhaled and nodded, "I know I'm not in a position to ask but while I finish the list, can--"

You hesitated, knowing the heat of their gazes was crawling under your skin and making it itch, but you decided what you had to do-- whether it would to good or bad results thereon.

"-can... can I ask if its possible? Possible to get minimum.. wage.."

She perks up, and this makes you feel that you have to explain more--

"wh-what I mean is that--"

"You want to work here then?" She smiles, her voice soft, quite different from how she's talked to you so far.

You better consider her words now, thinking if it meant what it truly meant.

You nodded and she sighed in relief.

"Good," she pats your arm, "I was starting to feel guilty from how good you were working."

"So you did feel bad!" You glared at the old woman who simply laughs it off, ruffling your hair as your pouted.

"I did, but a job needs to be done."

"And I happen to be here- I know."

You both giggle and finally feel a bit more relaxed, that tension of holding onto that issue now gone quickly as soon as it was brought up.

"What if I contributed to that minimum wage?" Graves suddenly offers and you both turn to him in shock, one in confusion while the other in appreciation.

"Why?"

"I knew I raised you right mio figlio!"

Graves smirks, leaning back onto his chair with his hands in his pockets, "just want to pitch in to the cause."

You huffed, "I'm not a charity case...sir."

He chortles again, knowing that it was hard for you to deny the extra pay as it goes against your morals.

"No, no-" he corrects, "think of it as a son, helping his ma."

He wraps an arm around Nonna's shoulders, making her snuggle into his embrace happily while he looks to the four smugly. He knew that- with this proposal- he'd have more opportunities to... get to know you better per se.

"Then we want to help to," Price proses as well, making Graves throw him a quick pointed glare that earns him the same from the other three.

If he knew John as if he was his brother, then he knew he has a card hiding up his sleeve.

But its still to early to look into that, so he lets it happen.

You, on the other hand, were quite in a predicament of accepting it or not. You still wanted to repay both Price, Nonna, and Nonno (for lodging and food)- but it would be quite awkward if you did so through the means of their own money going back to them.

Although, from the looks of their faces, it seemed like they weren't going to stand down so you nodded- checking in with Nonna if that was alright with her and she simply grinned, an enthused reply of "yes! My sons are the best~!" coming from her.

"So," you cleared your throat, "I start today?"

Nonna thinks about it for a moment, "I don't see why not."

You internally cheer at this.

"Which means you have to know about the family business!"

The table shakes as the men stand in protest, but she pays no mind to it as your focus gets directed to her forcing eye-contact with you by grabbing both your cheeks.

"The family...business?"

"Yes!" you could hear the others scream but you could only hear the next words coming out of her mouth as she whispers...

"we're... a mafia family!"

Hearing this, the color- which is ironic as it is already colorless and pale- drains from your face, making you slump and faint in shock- brain shutting down as you.exe required a self-reboot.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! THE WHOLE LOT OF YOU!"

Nonno enters, now pissed off at the mess and was going to ask you until his brows raised in question at his wife, carrying you by the face- was shaking your limb body awake.

Once again, you regret taking the offer of someone trying to 'un-fuck' your week.

A/N: A little long bit this time hehe (i enjoy writing Graves being one of the first charas that gets "enamored" by you, just because he sees you as an oddity in the city. He actually went to visit Nonna that day because he was so tired of his current life, that he needed a change of pace. He was thinking of helping around for a bit before exploring his options but, lo and behold, you appeared and presented a different kind of opportunity of experience he has yet to feel <//3) All of the boiyos are touch-starved and sometimes- in their moments of weakness- they ache for it hehe Thank you for reading! Next chappie will be up soon (im havin too much fun with world building this au)

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🕯 for mp Ace and adrian?

Ace

Stunning. Gorgeous. You walk into the room, and it's... nothing and no one else matters. All I can focus on is you, yer smile and light you radiate. I wish you could see yourself the way I do. If I told you what I've done to protect you, would you be relieved? Would you hate me?

Adrian

You don't trust me. You probably don't even like me. I could take a dozen knives to the gut for Ace, and it wouldn't change yer mind. But I get it. And now that I've killed Aaron, I wonder how it makes you feel. Maybe you hate me more. Or maybe you wish you could've done it yerself instead of keeping him locked up. Again... I get it.

When you kill family, the blood never really washes away.

[limelocked]

I’ll look at job listings and be instantly filled with pure 100% fine aged anxiety

[lesilence]

Got a feeling that Henry ate something from the ground at least one (1) time.