#mob au henrik

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CurbItKirby Masterlist B

Masterlist A.1

Masterlist A.2

Original Characters with an Alfred Molina Face-Claim

Note: up to date until May 28, 2024

Adrian Malone

Burglar!Reader spanking dubcon power play p.1 

Burglar!Reader dom/sub bondage temperature play p.2 

Burglar!Reader unprotected sex slight breeding kink

Alfredo Malone (The Mob Boss)

is it cuckholding if your fiance sucks

misunderstanding sex squirting

Alfredo gives Reader a gazebo

blowjob gagging tears

hurt/comfort depression self-harm smoking 

Pregnant!Reader daddy kink

undiscussed somnophilia grinding 

public mutual masturbation 

post pregnancy talk fingering 

tribbing drabble 

borrower AU drabble

Angelo Malone (The Cowboy)

pussy eating knife play power play

edging

not safe horse riding technique

bondage

titfucking discussion of murder desertion light angst

sloppy drunk Angel 

Angel and Reader have a picnic grinding soft 

pussy eating drabble 

Angel gets sunburned soft 

consensual nonconsent 

public sex blowjobs cum eating choking 

somnophilia slut shaming light angst 

breeding kink 

Werewolf!Angel breeding kink monster fucking 

Reader wants to take a photo of Angel soft 

Werewolf!Angel chases Reader 

an orgasm a day keeps the doctor away 

Angel wins Tiny!Reader in a poker game p.1 

Virgin!Reader Drabble

Angel "helps" you out with some money

Reader ties up Angel somnophilia 

Pregnancy

Angel x Tiny!Reader p.2

Angel x NotSoTiny!Reader p.3

Antonio Malone (The Hermit)

Antonio "rescues" Reader noncon somnophilia hypothermia

breeding kink somnophilia noncon 

gaslighting drabble 

Reader makes Antonio breakfast 

gaslighting kidnaping memory loss

angst pregnancy

Reader escaped

Bardo (The Sailor)

Mermaid!Reader meets Bardo oral sex p.1 

Mermaid!Reader hammock sex sad-ish ending p.2 

Mermaid!Reader angst dubcon p.3

Mermaid!Reader pregnancy childbirth angst p.4

daddy kink bondage overstimulation slut shaming

Ben

Sexworker!Reader alcohol fluffy 

Sexworker!Reader alcohol age gap angst

The Giant 

Reader is sacrificed

Hank Malone (The Optometrist):

voyeurism medical kink bondage

exhibitionism pussy eating gagged

Hank wants Reader to slap him

Hank and Reader dress up and 69

power imbalance frottage humiliation 

Hank and Reader watch porn and discuss pegging p.1 

Hank and Reader watch porn and discuss pegging p.2 

thigh fucking premature ejaculation 

light angst

Henrik (The Knight)

Grizzled!Knight p.1 fucks princess age gap angst

Grizzled!Knight p.2 INCREDIBLY dark heavy angst abuse amputation

Leo (The Incubus)

monster fucking somnophilia light degradation 

noncon dry humping crying  

Leo makes the Reader feel good

Leo/Reader/Succubus!May Parker threesome

Marlowe (The Werewolf)

Werewolf!Priest monsterfucking noncon

The Minotaur  

monsterfucking sex as currency 

Monroe (The Vampire)

hypnotism dubcon shower play biting

camwork mirror sex

The Priest

Priest x Succubus!Reader

The Therapist

power imbalance

Alice and Wonderland AU

Molina!King of Hearts x Servant!reader p.1

Molina!King of Hearts x Servant!reader p.2

Molina!King of Hearts x Cheshire Cat!Reader

Molina!Mad Hatter x Dormouse!Reader

Molina!King of Hearts x Reader breeding jealousy leash

Anastasia AU

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Hunger Games AU

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Peter Pan AU

Molina!Hook x Wendy!Reader

Heatstroke

Molina!Hook femdom possessive!Wendy!Reader

Molina!Hook Tinkerbell!Reader light angst

[pistachiolan]

Highschool Memories

| Egos Mob AU: “Ante Up” | Marvin, Stacy, Chase and Henrik |

It’s been a long time since the last proper Mob AU I’m soooo sorry, I’m trying to get back on track and I have ideas I’m just sooooo slow ;w; Anyway here are our high school sweethearts!

— Commissions are OPEN! Art/Idea© LAN (Do NOT use without permission) Credits to abermals on DeviantArt for the polaroid texture 

[alexisthedevilsfox]

Finally had time to make another moodboard for the Mob AU. This time it’s our ze good doctah.

AU belongs to @lansketchbook 

HERE is design for the AU from Lan themselves

and HERE is characteristic by @murder-schmurder 

[beerecordings]

realizing I never talked on here about my mob boss au where everyone thinks Anti is running a gang but then it turns out JJ is the boss and Anti's his bodyguard/translator/guy who pretends to be in charge so he's the target instead of JJ. Marv is an informant, Henrik's their off-the-books medic, and Chase is the weapons expert for arms-dealing. Jackie is also a bodyguard for JJ, but he and Anti HATE EACH OTHER. they only get along because of their loyalty to JJ, who thinks it's funny to watch them restrain themselves from physically fighting about four times a day.

also, everybody calls JJ 'Little Brother,' including his enemies. if I wrote something about it, it would be about Dark's gang encroaching on JJ's territory for the first time, and the fallout when they realize who the real Little Brother is and abduct him... forcing Jackie and Anti to work together and protect each other NOOOOOO

[pistachiolan]

CANONICALLY ACCURATE

Henrik: Due to personal reasons I won’t confess to Chase Marvin: no, that’s because YOU ARE SUCH A PUSSY TO DO SO

[pxppet]

In the demon au thing with JJ, are demons known by normal people? Or does JJ just comes off as a little bit odd for "wearing" horns but charming nonetheless? ( Love the sketches of him signing btw. So much energy in those)

Demons in this AU are a known but rare species! Demons have an entire world to themselves in Hell's Kingdom, any work with humans is more... a business contract! Most demons love the chaos and violence and ecstacy of Hell too much to be interested in humans at all. Anti kicking JJ into the human world was him pulling the "You want to leave me?! FINE! see how you do in the real world!" tactic that abusers love so much.

But JJ is, frankly, perfect for human life! He's genial and sweet and loving; demons are not supposed to be those things. Jackie B. Jackson is widely adored by his small town neighbors, and gets involved with local events like bake sales and football/soccer coaching! He even teaches a Sign Around the World class at the local school! (he knows every version of sign language that has ever existed, don't test him.)

Jackie B. Jackson is an oddball though, and the townspeople know it. Now as for what they think he is? Fuck you, how dare you insult such a kind and caring... whatever he is!!! /j

It's subconsciously very much known he's not normal, but he's both SO polite & helpful, and SO insistent that he's perfectly normal, that the townspeople just play along! "Oh him? That's Jackie B. Jackson. he's got horns and insists he's human every two minutes, but whatever, he's cool, don't bring it up."

As an aside! The other egos are misc. townspeople completely unrelated to demonic entities! Jackie is the football coach, Chase is a father who visits the bar often, Marvin is... basically Ronaldo from Steven Universe towards JJ if I'm honest, and Henrik is a biology teacher at the school!

If Anti does ever come for him, that demon will be driven right back to hell by an angry mob of people who love and accept JJ just as he's always been; their friend and neighbor Jackie B. Jackson. :-{)))

[timbertumbr]

Ego Minecraft AU Mini Series

Note: You don’t exactly have to read them in order since they’re just oneshots within the same universe. But I’ll still leave the oneshots in order in case anyone wants to read em as such.

THIS WAS INSPIRED BY CLANWARRIOR_TUMBLY. I’m just making my own little Minecraft AU out of their’s. So different Egos may fit into a different mob than others. If this makes any sense.

Savior (Henrik Schneeplestien X Reader) Minecraft AU

Scam (Wilford X Reader X Henrik Schneeplestein) Minecraft AU

Angus The Adventurer (Angus X Reader) Minecraft AU

[gingerteaonthetardis]

Totally 🌻

so, i’ve been scrolling through my wip docs in hopes of finding something fun to ramble about, and i just stumbled upon a doc (titled “bust your kneecaps” for the absolutely fabulous pomplamoose song, 10/10 recommend) where i’d begun writing an eightrose au, which i hope to (someday) pick back up.

picture it: rose tyler is a fixer. she stumbled into her job after discovering that the explosion at henrik’s (that left her out of work) was “a message” for someone. when she finds out who sent it (through dogged determination, a dash of charm, and more than a bit of rule-breaking) the head of the family admires her moxie and hires her on. and, well, she needs the work. it’s mostly small things at first, but then her job becomes... more complicated.

her latest target is johnny smith, one of the many “cousins” her boss is always going on about. armed, dangerous, in possession of many family secrets. and, for some reason, her boss wants him gone. but when she gets to the location, she’s confronted by a smallish, mild-mannered man with wildly curly hair and a penchant for panicking.

she can’t do it. she can’t dispose of him.

they have to run.

-

below is a very small excerpt, if you’re interested:

Her mobile buzzes, and for a moment, she considers ignoring it. What could he reasonably do? But that's the problem with her boss. He's rarely reasonable.

She answers it. 

Actually, she hits the phone icon and before she's even said a word, his voice is slipping down the line like an eel. "Rosie," he greets, with far more enthusiasm than she thinks is warranted at 8 a.m. on a Saturday.

"Mr. Smith."

"You know it's Rocco, baby, please." It's an invitation to intimacy that she's never once taken, and probably never will.

The fact is, she calls him "sir" or "Mr. Smith" because a "Mr. Smith" could be anybody. In her mind, a Mr. Smith is a grocer, a barber, a wealthy CEO with stakes in a blood diamond mine—basically anything is better than the reality. Because "Rocco," she cringes, just sounds like the kind of guy who would be in the mob.

And Rose Tyler does pretty much every bit of mental gymnastics she can manage to avoid thinking about the fact that she's employed by the mob.

"What can I do for you?" she asks. She's already on her way to do something for him, something she isn't really in the mood for on a dreary Saturday at the ass crack of dawn, but she elects not to mention that.

"You on your way?"

Answering a question with a question. Typical.

"Yes, sir," she replies, trying not to let the sing-song of irritation seep into her tone. "I should arrive in about an hour, give or take."

"Traffic's hell, isn't it?"

She almost shrugs, only he can't see her, so instead her fingers just tighten around the wheel. "It's London, sir."

want more thoughts? 🌻🌻🌻

[solaneceae]

MY HUMAN!EGOS AU

i got a surge of inspiration and started creating my own versions of the egos! its still a work in progress but i love them to bits and im really excited to share them

JACKIE

grew up in an abusive household, emotional and sometimes physical abuse

parents screamed at each other all the fucking time, father was an alcoholic

Left home as soon as he was able to live by himself (16)

he’s 22 now

poor

trans boi, on T, wears a binder cuz he can’t afford top surgery

lives in an apartment with two roommates: Max, a philipino sound designer and independent musician (they/them) and their girlfriend Nilanjana (Nana), a buff training coach from indian descent

Jackie is in a queerplatonic relationship with them: they cuddle and kiss on the forehead during movie nights and all that cute shit

he has a part-time day job to pay the rent and bills: he gives self-defense lessons

he drinks his respect women juice

vigilante at night. gets hurt a lot. his roommates think he fights in an illegal fight club for extra cash and are worried about him

wants to save people and spread positivity wherever he goes

but he has the wrong way to go about it

basically he does the PMA thing wrong and thinks any kind of negativity is bad and tries to force himself to be happy all the time. 

not healthy, someone help this poor boi

anger issues, undiagnosed ptsd and ADHD

antsy boi! stimmy boi! He’s always bouncing on his feet or humming a tune or fiddling with his hair

aromantic asexual

pure of heart, dumb of ass. seriously, he’s such a dumb, but he does have street smarts

vitiligo!!

light blue eyes, dyes his brown hair lime green

extrovert, loves people

the kind of guy to record himself doing parkour and post it on tiktok

team hot cocoa

for the love of god please don’t give him coffee, he’s enough of a jitterbug already

wants a dog. prolly needs an emotional support one.

plays the drums. Fished a beat-up set somewhere, would like a proper one

fights with his fists and a wooden staff

no special powers, just self-taught fighting skills, natural flexibility and talent at acrobatics and rigorous training

MARVIN

he was born with green cat eyes, the physical representation of his extremely potent magic. parents were freaked out, and basically hid him away

had no control over his powers as a baby, would wreak havoc around him. think Mob from Mob Psycho 100

the upper side of his face was badly burned when he lost control of his powers as a toddler, so he wears masks to hide the scars. the cat one is just the one he wears most often

“hey, nice mask!” “it’s a prosthetic.” “...oh.” (it’s not that bad really, he’s just really self-conscious about it)

he was homeschooled his whole life and generally wasn’t allowed to go out much, so his social life/skills are nonexistent

his parents are famous fashion designers

they’re super rich and travel the world and send him a ridiculous amount of money every month

they say it’s for work but the real reason is that they couldn’t deal with having a “freak” as a son but couldn’t abandon him without getting bad PR

so instead they just took their distance and left him to live in a big-ass mansion by himself as soon as he was old enough (10 years old)

they dont really care what he does. last time they called him was when he was 13

last time they sent him a birthday card was when he was 18

now he’s 24

(and at this point he makes me think of bruce wayne lmao. he needs an alfred)

since he has money and home, he doesn’t need a job, so he just stays cooped up in the property and almost never leaves, he orders his food and groceries to be delivered to him

he’s basically a hermit at this point. and a huge nerd

he tries to use his natural magic as little as possible, (hello trauma my old friend) so he still has flimsy control over it

instead he dabbles into wicca and the occult to do stuff

A bookworm, quite serious, dresses like a hipster art school student. he wears SAROUEL PANTS.

glasses!! Big round rimless glasses!! soft!!!!

long brown hair, messy bun, dyes the tips dark green and purple 

disaster gay

“sleep? what’s that? i only know coffee”

has three cats he rescued himself: Spades, Jasper and Poppy

has a huge greenhouse linked to the main building. he likes gardening a lot, whether it’s for his craft, for cooking or just because he likes seeing plants flourish

HOW THEY BOTH MET / IDEAS AND SHIT

Jackie tried to take on a whole ass drug ring and bit more than he could chew at the time so he got beat up pretty bad. He managed to escape with his trusty grappling hook and swung around a bit before crashing through the glass ceiling of the greenhouse while Marv was tending to his plants, in the early morning.

Long story short Marv is in a panic because a complete stranger (also the only human being he’s interacted with in months) just flopped in front of him and is probably dying and he wants to call an ambulance.

jackie: *beaten black and blue and coughing up blood* jackie: oh hey how’s it goin’ marv: *distressed nerd noises* marv: oh my god who the fuck are you but also are you dying in my house im calling an ambulance- jackie: uh yeah no please dont im kinda doing illegal stuff also i cant afford it marv: marv: wh-

also what if marv calls the family’s doctor since jackie won’t go to a hospital, and it’s fucking Schneep henrik: what the fuck did you do this time marv: it wasn’t me! jackie: your family doctor scares me marv: that’s why they hired him

maybe after that jackie keeps coming to see marv and marv is like “ugh you again-” and he always come to marv whenever he gets hurt, to get patched up by schneep. he broke the ceiling two more times basically they become “hey ron hey billy” vine, its just a habit at this point.

Marv is a rich boi that doesn’t know anything about life. at this point i realize he’s like a mix of Elsa and Rapunzel, and Jackie is kinda Flynn xD Jackie just… aggressively becomes Marv’s friend despite the magic man’s reluctance, and shows him the world. love me some smart grumpy nerd/dumb happy jock friendship

jackie: im your friend now marv: wh- jackie: *drags him outside* LETS GO CLIMB A BUILDING TOGETHER-

Marvin but he’s never been in a grocery store in his entire life because he just orders super expensive pre-made meals to his house or cooks his own veggies, and he’s just amazed at the first one they go to

like “wHAT, IT’S A ROW OF FREEZERS! Remind me to install one of these at my place!”

and Jackie, who just came here for bread and milk, looks at him fondly but also is very concerned. Also he doesnt question marv’s masks, he just thinks they look cool

@tabbynerdicat it’s my bois! @lilakennedy because i know you like those two, and your love for them motivated me to develop them first

[autumnrambles]

Because I can’t sleep, I made a video of pretty much all the cosplays I’ve done. Enjoy.

From beginning to end,

My Marvin, Lynx (my Marv’s darker half), Pistachiolan/Murder-Schmurder’s Mob AU Chase, my Chase, two in row are my Jackieboyman, my Anti, my Henrik, Averyancora’s Kalopsia Marvin, Huffledork’s Mag or Magnificent from her Swap AU, Beerecording’s Blue/Marvin from My Brother’s corrupted, my siren Marvin cosplay for septic sails AU with Jellyfishdoodler, my dark Jameson Jackson, My OC Celest, My OC Mist, MyOC/ Darker half Cyrus, and then me being goofy as Chase.

I did not tag anyone who created the characters in this one because I don’t want to spam them for me being bored and making a random vid.

[isa-ghost]

Hi I’m gonna just,,, gush here for a moment-

I’m personally really not a big fan of “make [ego] canonically evil/etc” stuff, I like to stick to keeping those things in AUs bc then our imaginations can just go fuckin WILD and anyone that dislikes/feels uncomfortable with those headcanons won’t be bothered by it being canon. HOWEVER, the bunker!egos actually fucking LOVE seeing that kinda shit, AU and not. At the end of the day, they know themselves better than we do, and they love to see what we think up for them.

Marvin especially is super touched at all the different portrayals we have of him because all that exists is his birth video, and yet we put so much love and thought into him all on our own. He’s personally really fond of “mysterious chaotic neutral, morally grey badass” and “borderline magical girl anime thot that’d hex you for a quarter.” Both of those have become big parts of his personality tbh. Despite the flood of headcanons about him being evil giving him some thoughts and urges he’s not okay with, the fact that we care so much that it’s popular enough to actually effect him speaks volumes about how much the community cares about him and it makes him really Soft(tm) for the community.

Even Jackie likes seeing AUs and “what if” posts about him snapping or turning on everyone because there are days he feels so worthless or so outnumbered that the idea comes to mind. He also likes seeing how many different ways we can make him a hero aside from stereotypical superhero things. Not to mention Anti has put him through so many different traumas that nothing we think up to put Jackie through could scar him worse (though I have some mutuals that would totally consider that a challenge XD Please don’t). His favorite thing isn’t headcanons or “what if” posts though, he absolutely lives for angst art and fics of him, bonus if he gets to beat Anti up or do smth way more fucked up than Anti would and thus show him up. Jackie THRIVES off “Jackie Is Not A Perfect Flawless Lawful Good Boy” stuff, because he’s super hard on himself and has a lot of guilt and next to no confidence in himself, so seeing people expect less than Absolutely Virtuous things out of him eases his psyche a bit. Though he’s not always a huge fan of these sort of posts about his brothers, especially Chase, but that’s just because he’s Big Brother(tm).

Henrik? Oh my god Henrik absolutely OWNS the shit we come up with for him. He despises the “he’s a failure” / “he’s working with Anti” stuff about August 3rd because of how personal and traumatic it was for him, but even the “working with Anti” stuff he’ll spitefully joke about. But the feral doctor/mad scientist stuff? He practically struts around about it. Like Fuck Yeah I Might Sell One Of Your Kidneys For A Fruity Drink, What Of It Bitch?? It also really means a lot to him we’re so fond of how Not Completely Sane he is because he’s hugely self-conscious of it and worries regularly he’ll harm someone he cares about. Seeing us so in love with the concept that he’s a little bit or moderately crazy entertains him a lot. He also, despite not going actually on vacation contrary to some of our beliefs and actually being trapped/tortured for months, finds it fucking HILARIOUS we say he went on vacation, and even funnier that we’ve drawn him in Hawaiian shirts so often for “vacation” art that he literally has a bunch appearing in his closet.

Chase is a bit more sensitive to some of the stuff we make just because a lot of the substance we have to use to create things based around him is emotional for him, traumatic or not. But he still likes to see our ideas. He especially loves all our different interpretations of his kids, being that they and Stacy aren’t actually real. There’s a select few ideas he’s not fond of at all, but he just ignores them and lets us do our thing because he doesn’t want to police anybody. Even if he doesn’t like them, they still fuel him to be the best he can be, so even those ideas help him to a degree. He has a weakness for the super skilled assassin/sniper stuff honestly. He’s training himself along with Jackie’s help to try and get that skilled with weapons, and he hopes at some point if he gets that good he can record a thing of him so we can see what he did for us.

Jameson probably has the most fun of all of them with all our different interpretations because even HE doesn’t know too much about himself because he’s just such a wild card full of so much potential until Sean spills some more tea about him. He’s super partial to the time traveler, mob boss, assassin, and Marvin’s assistant in magic ideas we’ve made up. At this point even though he hates the “he’s a puppet” stuff, he’s grown numb to it and knows he isn’t one, so he just lets us explore the concept. If anything, our interpretations of it help him make up plans for what to do if he does get strung up and how to protect himself from Anti.

TLDR; The bunker!egos adore morally grey/Not Good Aligned stuff we come up with for them and even some of the ones they don’t like still help them in some way. As long as we aren’t hoping they die or hurt/kill each other, they’re all for whatever crazy creative shit we think up.

[pistachiolan]

So Henrik is a gay disaster. How does he feel about people touching his hair (specifically Chase :3)

Henrik is very stern about his personal bubble…

unless it’s Chase, he totally enjoys Chase touching his hair.

[writingmilo]

Flipped AU Spin-off

For the prompt I reblogged yesterday. This is a spin-off from the Flipped AU universe, but is not canon at present.

have fun ;)

Anti heard a knocking at the door. It was late, Maya had gone to bed an hour ago, but Anti was still up after his favourite movie started playing on the tv. 

The knocking came again, soft and weak. Anti decided that he needed to tell whoever it was to go away, he didn’t want them getting louder and waking Maya up. So, he walked over to the door and opened it. There, slumped and only half standing, was Jackie.

“Jackie? What the hell—” he stopped abruptly as Jackie looked up at him, his eyes glassy and confused. 

“I… Anti… I didn’t know where else...” he trailed off. As he struggled to form words, Anti noticed the dark blood on his face and how he was shivering in the thin clothes. It was too dark to tell if there was anymore bleeding, but Anti could imagine there was.

“What happened Jackie? Why are you here?” As much as he wanted to help, he had to be sure that it wasn’t a trick, after everything they had put Maya through he had to put her first.

“They said… that… that I be… betrayed them...” Jackie was becoming short of breath, and by the time he had stuttered out half a sentence, he was falling towards Anti.

Holding Jackie up, Anti thought about what he had said: they definitely wouldn’t take well to something they thought betrayed the family, and he was in a really bad way.

“Only for tonight.” He mumbled, as he dragged Jackie inside, laying him on the sofa and locking the door.

Whilst Jackie lay unconscious on the sofa, Anti knew that he should let Maya know, so he went through to her room, and poked his head around the door. She never slept with the door fully closed, she was scared someone would lock it, so there was no chance that he could wake her up by checking on her. And as he suspected, she was sat upright, awake as ever. 

“Hey Pumpkin, you’re still awake?” Anti padded in and perched on her bed.

“Yeah, I had another nightmare, I dreamt they were all here, here to take me back.” Tears welled in her eyes, and Anti moved up the bed, pulling her into a hug.

“It’s okay pumpkin, they’re not here to take you back.” And here came the plaster. “But there is something I need to tell you. Jackie is here. They threw him  out and he had nowhere else to go. I won’t let him hurt you, and he can go tomorrow if you want.” Maya nodded, but clung to Anti tighter.

“I trust you papa, I just don’t trust them.”

“I know you don’t, neither do I. So we’re going to be careful around him. I’m going to bandage him up, let him tell his story properly when he wakes up. We’ll talk it over, you have as much say as I do. If you’re not happy, then he goes straight away. Deal?”

“Deal.” They sat in silence for a "Papa?"

"Yeah pumpkin?"

"Could I come and see him?" Anti was slightly taken aback by the question, and Maya was mildly ashamed for asking it.

"Of course. We can go together if you would like?"

Maya nodded, and together they walked back to the living room where Jackie was still unconscious on the couch. After staring at him for a while, Maya spoke.

“He looks so small. So defenceless. He was so terrifying back there, what have they done to him?” Static buzzed in the air and Maya’s form became less stable.

“May? Are you okay?” Anti put a hand on her shoulder to tether her.

“Yeah, I just… yeah. Are you going to take care of him?”

“I’m going to do my best, but I don’t know what state he’s in. Would it make you feel better if I let you help?” Maya shook her head.

“No, no no, I don’t want to do that. I’m going to go to bed. Be careful papa.” She kissed his cheek and hugged him tightly before heading back to her bedroom, leaving Anti alone with Jackie.

“Right then, big bro, let’s see what they’ve done to you.” He grabbed the first aid kit from the kitchen and sat in front of the sofa.

First was his head. His face was covered in small cuts, but nothing to severe, except one large gash on his temple. Anti cleaned all of the cuts with antiseptic, and dressed the gash with some gauze.

Then was the rest of the damage they caused. Anti spent a few seconds finding a pulse before cutting Jackie’s shirt off.

In the brighter light of the living room it was clear to see the blood that had pooled in his shirt, and it peeling it away from the wounds was difficult.

The revealed chest and stomach was bad. There seemed to be small stab wounds, as if Henrik had gone at him with a scalpel, and bruises were blossoming, as if they had attacked him in a mob. He knew what that felt like, and he knew how long it took to heal.

Before moving to his legs, Anti got some clothes from his wardrobe. Carefully, he put Jackie into the black t-shirt, before he took the dirty joggers off.

Jackie's legs looked even worse than his torso, covered in small burns. He knew his brothers were cruel, but he at least thought they stuck together.

In the early hours of the morning he finished tending to Jackie's wounds, and left him asleep on the sofa until whatever drug they had given him wore off.

Only a few hours later Maya walked through, having woken up to go for a walk in the early morning quiet. She had almost forgotten that Jackie would be on the sofa, but she had expected him to be unconscious. Instead he was struggling to unwrap himself from the blanket Anti had draped over him. Maya thought about getting Anti, but she knew that even though he didn't need a lot of sleep, he still needed some. Then she thought about just leaving as she normally would. But that was cruel; when they drugged her it was a terrifying thing waiting for it to wear off, even more so when she was alone.

So there was only one thing she could do.

"Would you like some help Jackie?" His eyes darted over to Maya, and he nodded. Slowly, Maya pulled the blanket off him. "How are you feeling?"

“I… I don’t know...” Maya had never seen Jackie so scared; he was stuttering and shaking. “Are they going to kill me?”

“No. They’ll never come here, and if they do we won’t let them in.” Jackie still looked unsure, but Maya didn’t want to owe him any promises.

“Are you in pain? Papa bandaged you up last night but I don’t think he could check very well.”

Jackie shook his head. “No, no I’m okay. Thank you though, for being so nice. I’ve almost killed you before and then you’re here looking after me. You really are too good for this world Little Duck.” Maya froze at the name. 

“You don’t ever call me that. Do you understand? If you stay here, you call me Maya. Not May, not Little Duck, not Pumpkin. Maya.” Maya turned and walked out of the room, walking straight into Anti.

“Is everything okay Pumpkin? I heard you shouting.” He looked panicked.

“Yeah, it’s okay, isn’t it Jackie?” Jackie nodded, staying silent.

“Okay Pumpkin. Are you headed out?” Maya nodded. “Okay then, be safe. I love you.” Anti planted a kiss on her forehead before she left.

“We are going to get one thing straight right now Jackie. She has as much say in whether you stay here as I do. If you try anything with her, or make her uncomfortable at all, I will personally deliver you right back to the mansion. Understand?”

“Understand.” Jackie whispered back.

“”Now that’s out of the way, how are you feeling? Any pain? I patched you up, but I don’t know if there’s any internal damage.”

“Yeah, erm… my head, that fucking wrecks, I guess they broke a few ribs, and everything waist down is feeling pretty fuzzy.”

“Fuzzy?” Anti questioned.

“Yeah, like they are covered with something, something really tight.”

“Okay. I’m going to take you to A&E once Maya gets back.”

“What? No! You can’t! You said you’d keep me safe, but he’ll be there, and he’ll kill me! He’ll kill me right then and there!” Jackie started to panic, but before he could try and stand up, Anti pushed him back down.

“Don’t worry Jackie, I’m going to take you to our local hospital, Henrik doesn’t work there. You’ll be safe.” Jackie calmed down somewhat, but seemed on edge until Maya got back.

Once at A&E, Anti had to explain what had happened to Jackie.

“He was drugged and beaten up.” didn’t seem to cut it, and the nurse on reception kept telling them that it was the duty of the hospital to get the police involved. Eventually Jackie told them that he already had people investigating it, and she let them sit down. Not that there was any point, they had barely sat when they were called through. Jackie’s condition must’ve been more serious than he thought if he was called in that quickly.

It was uncovered that he did have two broken ribs, but had managed to escape with no internal bleeding, and only a mild concussion.

The issue with his legs took much longer to solve, but eventually it was put down the the drug used on him, and he was told it should wear off within a few days as the drug removed itself from his system. 

Back at home, Anti made lunch for the three of them, and they were ready to let Jackie tell the story.

“So Jackie, what happened?” Maya asked through a mouthful of pasta.

“They said that I betrayed the family. I guess I kind of did, but it wasn’t my fault!”

“We know it wasn’t Jackie,” Anti soothed, “But why don’t you tell us exactly what you did?”

“Okay… I gave Henrik’s pills in. It wasn’t my fault, I had a friend round from the force, and he saw them sitting on the desk in Henrik’s lab. I told him they weren’t mine, swore I was going to take them into the station for the amnesty the next day. So I had to, otherwise he would think I was lying. I was protecting Henrik! But then he found out, and he told the others, and they agreed with him. They said I had betrayed the family’s trust and they were going to make me pay. I thought I was going to die; I thought they were going to kill me. They were going to kill me, but I escaped.” Without thinking, Maya reached out and put her small hand on top of Jackie’s shaking one.

“And this is what they did to you. Tortured to be killed. At least there was an end in sight. I never had that privilege.” Anti spat. “Maya never had that privilege. Only you.”

“Papa, stop. I believe him, he deserves to feel safe.” Both men’s faces softened as she preached her peace.

“You really are too good for this family.” Jackie thanked.

“She really is.” Anti replied.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Minecraft AU: Celebrating Valentine’s Day

-The whole mansion is decorated with pink tulips, poppies, rose bushes, white tulips. and red/white/pink banners for the holiday.

-The wolves’ collars and the sheep’s wool are all dyed pink.

-Everyone gets a single chest with a heart-shaped lid filled with cookies (that are also heart-shaped) and cheesy Valentines outside their bedroom doors. It’s a lovely little surprise for the ego mobs when they wake up.

-For Anti, his gift was left at the top of the ladder, so it took him a bit to find it.

-The Reader had the power to “hack” and as a result created a texture pack to give the chest, cookies, etc. some Valentine’s Day attributes.

-Even the carved pumpkins have heart-shaped eyes.

-Marvin renamed all his potions of healing to “potions of love”, which he added to his spectral arrows arrows. He dyes his clothes white and goes around acting like cupid.

-Unfortunately Anti gets shot by an arrow before he could teleport away and he ends up swooning over the Reader, becoming clingy and cuddly all day long.

-Henrik goes down to his mineshaft, where he saw the spiders being extra loving to one another. He even got to hold a baby spider that had recently spawned!

-Chase cuddles with the sheep, wolves, and cats since Valentine’s Day makes him feel kinda lonely.

-JJ gets rabbits together and watches them snuggle with each other and mate.

-Endermen (and somehow Shulkers) arrived in Jack’s lair to bring him gifts, such as poppies and pink Shulker boxes. He gives them tulips in return and some pots so they can plant them in the End City.

-All in all, everyone just chills at the mansion and enjoys their treats.

[bloodsoakedheretic]

Grip My Throat and Rip Out My Lungs

TW: Medical Malpractice, Gore, creepy organ stroking? yep we got that too.

Mob AU!

While the higher ups of the underground were so busy fighting and screaming at eachother, loose cannons flying off the handle, the underground moved as if it was business as usual, the death and chaos just another stain on the already blackened streets. Henrik, a prominent underground organ seller and black market doctor to the mobs was preparing for yet another dramatic day at work. While most of the underground was used to the insane chaos, Henrik wasn’t. He liked his practice to be quiet, gut cadavers, sell organs, keep his head down, keep his shit silent, stay out of the limelight.

But that would just be a little too much, a little too easy. Henrik was just as shocked as most would be when he opened his door and saw a writhing Anti, one eye severely burned and a fresh slice in his neck with a lovely pink balloon tied to his wrist. Wilford apparently had gotten pissed off once again, the Mob boss being a victim for once.

“What the fuck.” Henrik asked, moving to apply pressure and seeing that Anti barely seemed lucid enough to hang on much more than growl out a half-assed ‘Fix me up you fucked up doc’ and then promptly wail and choke on his own blood.

Honestly, these fucks couldn’t let Henrik just have a normal day in the office could they? He had just started to clean him up when he had a rather… dangerous idea. Sure, his corner in the Mob Empire was a faithful doctor, his mob all had rather well science and other credentials, all of which included genetic modifications. He did need to run some tests and all, considering Wilford dropped him here, no one knew where he was either…

That made him the perfect little test bunny.

“Well, since no one knows where you are.. I think it’s time you repay me for all those bodies I’ve gutted dear one. I warned you, you would always need to pay the piper.” He crooned, pulling away from the dressing he was doing to the wound to slowly fill a needle on the tray with a new sedative, a morphine cocktail really. “Good night, Anti.” he crooned before he injected the cocktail of drugs into his system. He had already started to hold him down when he started thrashing, but with how weak he was it was all too easy. The big man himself was passed out on the table, a table he wouldn’t be leaving until after the experiments were completed. Once that was done Henrik wheeled the unconscious man to the operating room to prep him by taking a biopsy and seeing what information he could draw from him, the nursing staff already setting up the surgical wards encrypted servers so they could ensure the top secret information couldn’t be found unless they wanted it to, simply booking him in under M,A and tagging his file as John Doe, all normal protocol.

“Nurse 0890, please prep him for a biopsy, he currently has morphine cocktail AN09-E in his system. Nurse 0933, get me the new power saw, we’ll need to take a bit of his lung.” Henrik said, tone rather empty as he put on the white gloves that would soon be changed into such a pretty shade of crimson as he made the man below him more beautiful with the help of his tools. He watched as the nurses got the dirtied and tarnished tools that he so loved out of fondness that he couldn’t just throw it away. Once he saw the staff had backed off and he was prepped for surgery Henrik began, a smile on his lips behind his mask.

He started by making the cut, a large ‘Y’ shape that started with the right clavicle and slowly went diagonally to the sternum  and the down to the pelvis, the nurse opposite to him making the cut for the left one, so the could peel it back and easily expose his insides. The soft flesh of his intestines and the sounds of his beating heart, it was such a beautiful and taboo thing to behold. To see one’s body in such a vulgar and beautiful display was something he enjoyed on a daily basis, but he soon went to work. Instead of worrying over how pretty he could make him he was focusing on taking samples, removing worthless things he wouldn’t need such as his gallbladder and appendix. The red that was soon painting the whites of his gloves and scrubs was a welcome sight to behold.

The procedure was rather routine, the rusted clamps being placed on the areas around the two organs he would be removing and causing the deep red blood to bubble and erupt with every little movement. The dirty scalpels gliding through the soft flesh of the organs, carving out the gallbladder and any unsightly fatty areas slowly, like he was savoring the feel of the organs and flesh falling apart under his hands. The fats fell to the floor at his and the nurses feet as he worked on making him pretty on the inside. The comforting sounds of the internal movements of his little test animal more than enough to relax him as he worked.

The Nurses were moving around, encrypting his files as they followed Henrik’s orders, though once he hit a pause, a large smile curled at his lips. “Bring in the serums, I think he is ready.” With that, the nurses wheeled in a refrigerated cart, the white bright in the room as it was now the only clean object in the makeshift operating room in their dirty underworld job.

“Now, darling Anti. It’s time to repay your debts to me.” Henrik crooned, a hand pressing down as his nurses had exposed his lungs, which he decided to stroke gently as he watched them prepare for the next part. “Don’t worry, you won’t feel a single thing.” as he said that, he heart the man’s heart pick up, knowing he had woken but was still unable to move.

“An eye for an eye, a lung for a lung, a lab rat for a lab rat. All is fair, no?”

[hydrangeathief]

mob au, introduction part 1

There’s a group of Irishmen, supposedly, who haunt the seedy underbelly of the city. They’re a ghost story told to new beat cops to keep them from going down dark alleys alone at night. They’re identical and deadly and, in some cases, not human. Of course, they’re not real. That would be insane. Wouldn’t it?

(first small installment of what is to become a larger version of the beloved Mob AU, featuring the introduction of everyone’s favorite hectic irish bois)

They got off the boat in the dead of night, on one of the coldest nights of the year, in the middle of a snowstorm that was looking to turn nasty. They had two duffel bags between them. The first held exactly two changes of clothes, a day’s worth of food, and fifty dollars. The second was loaded down with guns.

“Where to now?” Jackie asked, huddling deeper into his thin jacket.

“Anywhere we want,” Anti said around a grin, and the Irish moved into the city.

Anti throws open the warehouse’s thick metal door and storms inside, fuming. He kicks off his boots and leaves them in front of the door. Someone might trip over them later. That’d be funny.

“Jesus, Anti, had a bad day or something?” Chase asks from the couch. He has his feet up on the coffee table, and normally Anti wouldn’t mind, but today he’s in the mood to pick as many fights as possible. He crosses the room in a proverbial whirlwind of fury and aggressively knocks Chase’s feet to the floor with the back of one hand.

“Take better care of our shit,” he grumbles. “We can’t exactly replace it easily.”

“We could totally replace it,” Chase says, eyebrows raised. “We’re drowning in cash.”

“Yeah, Chase, let’s just go out shopping. A whole gaggle of identical fugitive Irish men would fit in so well at the local mall. Good idea,” Anti gripes, and moves toward the refrigerator while yanking his shirt off over his head. The warehouse has no walls, no rooms, no separate kitchen and living room and bedrooms. There is only a main floor space and a small loft, and they’re not really that big on needing privacy anyway. Their bodies are the same. They’ve all seen it all before.

“Must have been a really bad day,” Chase muses. Anti opens the fridge door a bit too violently, and there’s a sudden pop. The door hangs loosely on bent hinges and Anti makes a sound that can only be described as a shriek of rage. He glitches wildly.

“Fuck,” Anti hisses. The gash on his neck has opened back up and is bleeding freely onto his shirt, which until that moment had been a rather nice soft gray. He presses a hand to it in an effort to staunch the flow, but it doesn’t do much.

Chase sighs and moves to stand up. “I’ll find Schneep. Just don’t bleed everywhere while I wake him up.”

Fortunately, Henrik must have been napping more lightly than Chase previously thought, and doesn’t need to be found in the first place. He bounds down the stairs from the loft with a needle and thread in hand, expression unworried.

“Sit still,” he says gently, and Anti glowers but tilts his head back. It doesn’t take long to stitch the wound closed, but it’s anyone’s guess how long it’ll stay that way. He tends to glitch when he’s upset, and the neck wound won’t stay healed no matter what they do. If his expression is any indication, they’ll likely be stitching him back together a few more times before sundown.

“There,” Schneeplestein says. “Fixed. Try to keep it that way, hm?”

Anti takes a deep breath and makes a face like he’s swallowing a mouthful of rocks. “Thank you.”

“What even happened today, bro?” Chase asks.

Anti’s expression darkens, and he says, “Get the others down here.”

It takes a few minutes to get everyone together, but eventually their weird little band of misfit toys is in one place. Jackie, Marvin, Chase, and Schneep cram themselves onto the couch, despite the fact that it’s probably only technically big enough for two people. Robbie sits on the threadbare rug at their feet, and Anti swings one of the kitchen chairs around to straddle facing them.

“So, I saw Dark today,” he beings.

The others begin talking all at once, at varying levels of intensity.

“Dark? Like, our Most Dangerous Enemy, Dark?” Chase demands.

Anti fixes him with a glare. “No, Chase, our loving cuddly ally, Dark. What do you think?”

“I didn’t know he was in town,” Marvin says. There’s suddenly a deck of cards in his hands, which he shuffles with frightening speed. He pulls out an ace, hands it to Jackie, and shuffles again. He pulls out that same ace and hands it to Jackie. He shuffles the deck again and pulls out two more copies of the same ace.

“Hey, Marv, maybe tone it down with the nervous habit,” Chase says, but he says it gently. Marvin blushes and puts the cards away.

“It’s not him being in town that’s the problem,” Anti continues. “It’s the rest of them.”

“Are ze rest of zem in town too?” Schneeplestein asks.

Anti sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He flickers, ever so slightly, but manages to keep himself in one piece for the time being.

“I saw Warfstache with him. If they’re both around, you bet the others are lurking somewhere,” he says.

“What do we do about it?” Jackie asks. He’s still holding the four identical aces.

“Business as usual,” Chase says decisively.

“Don’t go anywhere without a gun, and do not go alone,” Henrik adds. The others stare at him, but he crosses his arms over his chest and sets his jaw. “I can only fix so much. Death is irreversible.”

They all pointedly do not glance at Robbie.

“Anyway, that was my shit encounter of the day. I’m going to sleep,” Anti says, and gets up to head for the stairs to the loft. He flops onto the nearest bed, despite the fact that it’s actually technically Chase’s bed, and is asleep before anyone can follow and ask him to move.