#mafia queen au

[flare-queen]

Lagertha Lothbrok, Mafia Queen AU.

[nobody-nexus]

Hey remember when I said not to expect a lot of art from me?

Well-

I had this in my head for like.... 5-6 days??? And I said "FUCK IT" and made it all in ONE DAY because why the fuck not? I NEEDED this out of my head SO BADLY in order to properly work on Dance Rush

Casino Mafia AU made by @sywene-06

Carnival AU made by @sm-baby

Horror Circus AU made by @ark-fork

Corruption AU made by @rabid-mercenary16

Freakshow AU made by @hootbon

Fight Club AU made by @burrotello

Digital Hallucinations originally made by OR3O

This cover I used for the animatic was made by Pastel on Youtube, here's the link to the full cover here

Please give love and support to everyone who was mentioned! They all worked hard on these AUs and this cover and I ask that you give them the attention they ALL deserve!

These are some of my favorite AUs, some I do truly need to draw more often, and I hope that they all enjoy this as much as you do ^^

Anyway back to my little cave I go. Next time I post will probably be about Dance Rush. For now, I'll be off ^^

[liz-allyn]

In case you feel like being a mob queen

[lordbettany]

The Plantagenet Crime Family - York Boys - Moodboard III

[enochs-secretary]

If there was a Mafia Boss au we obviously know Queen is the head honcho, but what do the others do? What sectors do you think they run/take control of?

a graph. if you cant read it i elaborate below:

Vader Eloha ("The Queen") and Hugo run things. hugo is a baby but he makes some choices

Dedan is a weapons dealer, and the boss of Sucre and The Batter (mercenaries)

Enoch oversees drugs/substances and he deals a lot with Zacharie, their supplier

Japhet is the head of any spies or ways of getting intelligence for the "family". Pablo ("The Judge") and his brother Valerie are (technically) civilians that give Japhet info. they act as the mafias eyes.

The Elsens are just normal civilians. The Player controls the Spectres and acts as a competitor to the npcs mafia

[clownqueen88]

[ffart2022uwu]

Big trouble for Brian and Rog

It’s a my Au, Queen if they were mafia criminals

(These are old drawings👆)

[magentacravat]

Belated Christmass gift for @iambellarose1816

Ngl, they both do looks hot being mafia 😍 I enjoy so much drawing this 😊

TW for blood in the 2nd version i reblogged 🔪

[stabbyfoxandrew]

mmmm i can't figure out how kevin should be reacting in the mafia front au. like... it's kevin. but also it's kevi

[benjamin-ovich]

“Have you ever killed anyone before?”

They’re in Sirius’ penthouse again, sprawled on his bed with the silk sheets gathered around them. Expansive floor-to-ceiling windows line the walls and provide a staggering vista of London’s skyline outside, an architectural assortment of glass and steel structures that glimmer and glint beneath the rising light of dawn. 

Sirius is on his back against the pillows, the fingers of one hand curled loosely around a cigarette. He exhales a ring of smoke, intent silver eyes following its movement as it dances and dissipates into the soft glow of morning. “You know the rules, James. No questions about work.”

“I don’t need the details,” James’ voice is earnest, and he turns onto his side to face Sirius with a placating smile. “Nothing specific. Just a simple yes or no.”

“Why?” Sirius flicks ash into a ceramic tray with a smooth swivelling motion of his wrist, not looking at James. “Would it change what you think of me?”

“It might,” James admits as he chews his lip, “but I want to know. You never talk about yourself, and – well, I’m curious.”

Sirius’ gaze meets his with the intensity of a burning, blazing star. The colours of sunrise wash over his silhouette, pink and gold reflecting against the striking whiteness of his skin like paint on canvas – pale not in the wan, sickly sense of the word, but pale like carved marble, or like polished ivory. “There’s a reason I don’t talk about myself,” he says calmly. “Knowing anything about what I do for work – that would make you a liability, a potential rat, at least in the eyes of my family. And you saw it yourself, didn’t you, how we deal with rats in the mafia?”

James huffs, discomfort and nausea suffusing his gut at the memory of what they’d witnessed on the way home last night – the small building engulfed in flames, the screams crying out from within its walls, the acrid stench of burning flesh mingling with plumes of heavy black smoke that poured out from all the windows. He thinks of Sirius’ expression as he’d watched the building burn down; his chilly, impassive eyes, the pitiless line set around his mouth, the firelight flickering against his hardened and stony features. 

The thought of it makes a nervous lump rise in James’ throat, but he swallows it back down at once. “You always say that,” he accuses, not bothering to bury the resentment in his words, “like you’re trying to frighten me off or something.”

“I’m only reminding you,” Sirius’ voice cools slightly, “of the incredible risks you’re taking just by being here with me.”

James lets out a huff. “I know. I get it, alright? You’re a very dangerous man with a very dangerous life. Look, I’m not asking you to tell me anything that could serve as evidence in court. I just –” he pauses, massaging his forehead with a frustrated breath, wondering how to express what he’s thinking out loud. “It’s like you know everything about me, while I know next to nothing about you. I just wish you’d let your guard down a little, sometimes.”

“What are you talking about?” Sirius demands, impatience flickering across his face. “We’re alone right now, aren’t we? With none of my men around to protect me, should you choose to get violent? This is my guard being let down.”

“Not all the way.” James finds himself moving slowly, cautiously, as he speaks, as though he’s in the process of defusing a bomb. He leans forward to touch Sirius’ free wrist, his fingertips slipping over the latter’s satin-sheen skin, testing the waters. 

Sirius’ whole body stiffens at the contact, his eyelids snapping shut for a quick, startled instant. 

“James.” It’s a warning, low and tense, the growl before a bite. “You know the rules.”

James doesn’t flinch, doesn't retract his hand despite the way his pulse is accelerating under Sirius’ fierce, penetrating gaze; instead, he lets his fingers settle over Sirius’, sifting between them stubbornly. “I hate your rules,” he declares sullenly. “They’re stupid and made-up and don’t mean shit to me.”

“We had an agreement. The rules are in place for your protection,” Sirius narrows his eyes, but doesn’t tug his hand away. “You know that.”

“Yeah,” James says with a scowl. “I know, because you’ve only mentioned it about a thousand times. You always say that trust and loyalty has to be earned, Sirius – but how can I do that when you won’t even give me the chance to show you I can be trusted?”

Sirius’ eyes rest on him, cold and grey, shining like gunmetal. His fingers are still stiff and rigid between James’ own. “What difference would it make to you? Knowing the truth?”

“It’d give me some insight, wouldn’t it?” 

“Into what?” 

“Into you,” James tells him frankly. “Is that so hard to believe? That I find you interesting, and want to learn all I can about the kind of person you are?”

Sirius clears his throat, a faint flush staining his cheeks at those words, shoulders loosening slightly as he considers them. His gaze sweeps over their linked hands again, entwined fingers and wrists illuminated under a patch of sunlight – white skin against brown, milk splashing into tea.

“What if I told you that the things I’ve done – they would give you nightmares?” 

“I’m not as fragile as you seem to think I am,” James snaps, jutting his lower lip out in defiance. “Didn’t I prove that the night we met?”

Sirius’ mouth twitches slightly, a blend of amusement and approval making him smirk at James. “Yes,” he relents after a moment. “I suppose you did.” 

“So answer my question,” James implores. “Have you, or have you not, ever killed someone before?”

The reply doesn’t come for a long while. James waits a few minutes for him to speak, then waits some more.

Finally, Sirius’ voice falls out into the space between them – soft, barely audible, just a gentle rush of air from his mouth: “Yes,” he says quietly. “I have.”

Silence pours through the room like a tsunami in the wake of his words, curling into James’ lungs and making all the air inside them vanish. He grows keenly aware of his own racing pulse, his own shallow breaths, his own tightening grip over Sirius’ hand. A fragment of him wants to tear his fingers free and recoil altogether from Sirius, whirling with fear and panic – but another piece of him, a larger, far more irrational piece, only feels the hungry desire to probe deeper, to explore all of Sirius’ darkest, most dangerous secrets and learn everything there is to know about him. 

When Sirius’ thumb rubs a light, hesitant circle into the back of James’ hand, James’ heart jumps and stutters around idiotically in his chest, the blood pumping through his veins turning hot and volatile. He thinks again of the icy look that had flashed across Sirius’ face last night as he’d gazed at that burning building – the harsh, cold indifference in his eyes (so far removed from the tender, attentive way he’s looking at James right now), utterly devoid of remorse or feeling. The eyes of a killer. Snitches get stitches, James. 

The memory sends a flutter down James’ spine, makes his stomach twist and tighten into a dense, solid knot. 

“How does it feel?” he whispers at last, leaning forward and staring at Sirius, caught in some disorienting tangle between horror and fascination, dread and morbid curiosity. “To take a life?”

“Gets easier with practice,” Sirius shrugs, his eyes latching onto the ascending trails of smoke that snake off the end of his ruby-lit cigarette. “Once you take one, a dozen isn’t too many.”

James can’t help the way his eyes widen at once, the way his jaw swings open and drops to the floor. He feels his fingers go slack and unsteady between Sirius’. 

“A dozen?” he repeats faintly. “You’ve killed a dozen people?”

Sirius grinds his cigarette down into the ashtray before turning to glance at him, seemingly unfazed by James’ sudden, palpable alarm. His expression is plain, features drawn a little more taut than usual, but otherwise giving nothing of his tightly-concealed emotions away. “They were very bad men, James. Bad men who deserved to die.” 

[flare-queen]

The Mafia Queen says it's time for bed.

[reborn-ahit-au]

Remember the puzzle i made? Its finished finally! Featuring, a whole lot of charecters!

Sorry for the weird angle, its quite a large puzzle so it had to be on my floor.

See if you can spot everyone!

Please interact with this. It was so much work.

[undefeatedlegend]

  —— » [ @maljefe ]   said:

❝ “Your boss is dead, now what?” As the blood drips from her claws she tilts her head, gaze curious as she stares at him. “If you try to attack me I’ll kill you just like I did him. However… hmm…” She walks up to him, yanking his shirt to bring him down to her level (with shockingly strong force for her size). “You seem like you could be useful…” ❞

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【 էհҽ էվɾąղէ —

He had to fight for his life, literately. It happened so fast that Jaekyung didn't have time to react before being plummeted to the ground by some large dark beast. Being one of the best fighters in his group, he fought and killed a few of the beasts as they attacked the mansion of his boss.

He used whatever weapons he could grab, he fought hand-to-hand combat, and he used his trusty dagger to slice and stab whatever got in his way. He had to hurry and save his boss. Jaekyung ran as fast as he could and he knew that all this would be over once his boss was killed.

"Boss!"

He screamed in fury as he rammed through the large doors that led to his boss' office, only to stop frozen in his tracks. The man that got him out of the streets, got him the freedom to do what he wanted, to kill, and rose from the ranks to be the man's right hand....laid dead on the ground.

"You bitch!"

He hissed but stopped as she barely flinched at his verbal attack, but it was useless as he felt her strength from just a yank on his shirt, their eyes meeting and he knew if he did or said anything wrong...he was good as dead.

"What the fuck do you want with me? Who the hell are you and why did you kill my boss, you bitch?" 】

[madmanwonder]

Prompt

Crossover dc x my hero academia.

Mafia AU x undercover cop AU x yandere AU.

Izuku midoriya x hippolyta

Izuku is a rookie cop sent to investigate a mafia group called themyscira, so he went undercover as a new member.

One day he was called to the office of "queen" hippolyta, and she tells him that she knows he's a cop and shows him the information that was gathered.

He ask her since when did she knew... and reveals that this information she had it for YEARS before he graduated the academy. And she gives him an ultimatum: become her husband, or her pet.

For this to work, she took the trouble to fake his death without him noticing.

It was bad. Very bad.

Izuku Midoriya, undercover cop find himself looking at the face of Queenpin Hippolyta, Boss of the Amazon Syndicate, her lips formed into a small polite smile but her eyes held dark, dead, cold gaze that oozes amusement and twisted obsession.

Hippolyta: Mr.Midoriya. You've two choices here *Look at Izuku with disturbing intensity* Be my husband...or be my pet. Before you do any outside of being my husband or pet. I've my people fake your death

He breaks into cold sweat as he realized he was doom of being this madwoman husband/slave/pet for the rest of his natural life until death grant him freedom...which he doubt.

[flowerbloom-arts]

I present you: drag queen Muddler!

The Wolf by the Crane Wives

[alittlesilhouettoofaman]

Day 2: Caresses for Another One Bites the Dust by @ravenclawwitch18 and me for @frogerweek

Roger smiled in return. “Fred, I would like to court you if you’d allow.”

Freddie bit his lip. “I don’t… I’m not sure…”

“We can go as slowly as you need to,” Roger said softly. “But surely, you must know I’m crazy ‘bout you.”

“Roger, you can do a lot better than me.” I’m just a ruined Omega… 

“No, I can’t,” Roger said. “Freddie, you’re the love of my life; you’re my best friend. I don’t want anyone else. It kills me that you don’t know your own worth…”

Blinking back tears, Freddie found himself in Roger’s arms. 

The Alpha didn’t try to kiss him. He knew that Freddie wasn’t ready, so he just held him.