#sighs happily this almost looks like a mafia au

[zentraex]

Could u do an arrange/forced marriage of aizawa fic please ❤️ (Maybe mafia AU?)

Thank you so much for this request! This is my first one and it made me so happy! I hope I didn't disappointed you or something like that.

Like always, English is not my first language and German grammar is a lot different than English grammar. So, sorry for any mistakes.

Trigger Warnings: forced marriage, slightly yandere, mentioning of a gun

Also, I got an inspiration for the last few sentences from a picture in Pinterest. So, it wasn't really my idea, but fitted really well.

I hate you

The detailed planning should make you feel like you're floating above clouds.  The closer the day gets, the wilder the butterflies should fly in your stomach.

It should be the most beautiful day of your life: your wedding day.

A nightmare. This is a nightmare.

But why is it exactly the opposite for you? 

Locked up in your room, the only retreat you had left until now, the day scratched squeaking at your door. 

You dreaded this day, so much that the nausea in you grew bigger and bigger.

It is the worst day of your life: your wedding day.

Clack

Clack 

Clack

The shackles around your hands are straining at your wrists. Just...what shackles? The ones you imagine?

How could you end up like this?

Your gaze wanders to the empty seats which are reserved for your parents. 

True, they are to blame... Or rather yourself? 

When did it all start?

Your family was a normal baker's family, nothing special. You were happy to follow their footsteps and take over the shop later.

You would have had regular customers, 70% of them would have been old seniors, and you would have chatted happily with them. Who knows, maybe that's how you would have found the love of your life? 

Your future partner wouldn't have wanted anything big, just a few rolls, but he wouldn't have known which ones. You would have advised him and your way of talking and smiling would have charmed him. He would have come again and then more regularly, and slowly, the two of you would be something more.

You've always raved about it. Who would have thought that this dream turned out to be a nightmare? 

Shota Aizawa or Eraser Head as he is called in his mafia group, was actually the one customer, “your true love".

Your parents wanted to have an evening to themselves, so you had to take over the shop. 

"Welcome," you smiled. The man in front of you was tall. His black hair was disheveled and hung down to his shoulders. His red eyes were only half open. He looked like he had been through several sleepless nights. 

"A few bread rolls."

For a moment, there was silence between you as you waited for him to give a more precise order.

"Which ones and how many?"

His tired eyes wandered through the variety of bread rolls your bakery had to offer. 

"Which ones are good?"

A proud grin formed on your lips. 

"I'd say they are all of the best quality, but if you ask me what my favorites are, it's definitely the milk bread rolls."

"Yes, then I'll take those."

You almost sighed out loud.  What was with that guy?

"And how many?"

His eyes glanced briefly at your smile. 

"All of them."

Your eyes widened when you heard this almost absurd order. Unsure, you analyzed the stranger in front of you, only to get a completely serious look in response. 

"Okay... do you want another coffee? You look very tired."

"No, the work just gives me a lot of headaches. That's all."

"Oh, I know that only too well! I always catch my parents feeling exhausted after a day full of work."

The man in front of you raised an eyebrow.  "Your parents?"

"Yes, they own the store. Normally I just help out, but every now and then I get to take over.

The stranger just nodded.

"So, that would be then..."

Your neighborhood was known for having a dangerous mafia group. There were many reasons why, despite all this, so many lived here. One of the reasons was because the rents weren't too high. Aside from that, it was rather on the edge of the town and therefore there was not really anything going on. The neighborhood was peaceful, if the mafia was left out. Most people were always nice to you and only a few were bullies. But the smiling faces could never hide the fear in the eyes of the people. Many shops had to close out of nowhere and many people disappeared suddenly. You could never be sure if someone was a member of the mafia, as no one dared to reveal their identity. 

That's why you didn't recognize him, just like all the other times: the man everyone feared the most. 

How could you? Not even the members of the mafia gang themselves knew what their boss looked like. 

That's why you always greeted him with the widest smile you've had. First week after week and then day after day. A friendly smile quickly turned into a loving one...

"It's funny how long we've known each other and yet I never got your name."

"It's also the first time you've brought it up, Reader. Do you want to know?"

But there is one thing everyone knew about the boss of the mafia... 

"Don't ask if you already know the answer," you answer with a wink.

The name.

„Shota Aizawa.“

Your eyes widened and your breath stuck in your throat. 

"W-What? I don't think I got your name right."

Casual as always, he rested his head on his palm and looked at you with a smirk.

„Shota Aizawa.“

Your profuse sweating lasted until he left. Did he mean it as a joke? How could you talk so peacefully with a criminal for so long  ?

Even worse, how could you fall in love with someone like that?

Since that day, you had avoided working in the bakery and spent a while in a friend's apartment. Maybe that was the most decisive mistake you made. 

"500,000 Dollar or our store closes? What have we done to make it happen to us?"

Nothing. Your parents had absolutely nothing to do with it. It had been your fault that you had bewitched him and then disappeared. 

"How are we supposed to get so much money together in three days?"

You had ridden your parents into misfortune.

The three days passed slowly. Your family came to terms with the fact that you can't get the money together and so you all just waited for your end. Shota didn't show up during that time either. 

Too your surprise, The boss himself was present at the day of reckoning. This time, Shota was  wearing a suit and his hair was styled back. He was bent forward, his arms resting on his knees, and his hands are intervened. Typical for him are his half-open eyes and the corners of his mouth pulled down. Usually it made you smile, at that time it sent shivers down your spine.

"The money?" he asked. During all this, he hadn't even given you a quick glance.

"Unfortunately, we don't have it. You know-", your father couldn't even finish talking, Shota immediately interrupted him with a shot of his gun. Your breath trembled, and your sweat ran down your face continuously. 

"I don't want to hear excuses," Shota muttered and sighed. "You know what that means?"

None of you cried or pleaded. You have already finished with your lives three days ago.

"Normally, you have to pay with your life..."

That was true. In the best case, one was allowed to die, otherwise most women became prostitutes and men became slaves. It hit you very badly when one were given the title of a pet. You only heard rumors of how one had to eat dog food.

"But I'm generous today." 

 A wide grin suddenly spread across Shota's lips.

"Either the two of you," he said, pointing to your parents, "die or you give me your daughter as a bride. You can even help with the planning."

You didn't even have the right of codecision. It was also the last time you saw your parents. As far as you know, they had packed their things and moved…wherever. 

While Shota was bursting with satisfaction, your world collapsed. 

And this is still the case today.

Why me?

The wedding march in the background, which made you dream of your future in the past, sounds distorted to you, like the music in a horror movie. Even though the walls of the church are colorful, you see them only with a black and white filter.

Why do you progress so fast when you walk as slowly as you can?

Stay away from me, I hate you.

Worst of all, however, is his mangy grin. Everything in you is screaming out to rip it out of his face.

I hate you!

Except for the 4 closest confidants of Shota, there are no other guests. Your parents have received an invitation, but why should they come? 

When you arrive at Shota's side, the first tears roll down your face.

"We have gathered today because Shota Aizawa and Reader want to enter into the covenant of marriage. Love..."

Love? What love?

"... endures everything, believes everything, hopes everything, withstands everything. Love never ends."

No, I hate you. I don't want any of this. 

"And so, we hope that it will succor you."

Your grip on your bouquet crushes the poor plants. 

"So, I ask you, Shota Aizawa, will you honor and love your wife in good and in bad times? So answer with: yes, I do."

I don't want to be honored by you. 

"Yes, I do."

No! I hate you! 

"And so I ask you, reader, will you honor and love your husband in good and in bad times? So answer with: Yes, I do."

No, I don't want to!

No!

No!

No!

There is silence in the room for a moment. The lump in your throat is too big to get it down all by once. Your silence meets the warning gaze of Shota. 

"Yes, I do."

"So now, by virtue of my office, I declare you husband and wife.  You are now allowed to kiss the bride."

You assh*le, wretched b*st*rd. Don't touch me with your disgusting lips!

As soon as his lips touch yours, it feels like a plague is spreading throughout your body.

The ring he puts on you weighs tons, at least that's how it feels. Your skin burns underneath.

"Look, now you're officially mine. You can't imagine how long I've been waiting for this moment."

"A cageed animal is not immediately yours. I'll get away from you."

"We'll see."

[starillusion13]

are the requests stil open?😭 if yes then can I request a mafia mingi x reader pregnancy trope? maybe he doesn’t want the child so they get into an argument and kicks her out. Months later mingi is chasing her back 🥹 thank you🤍🤍 angst to fluf please ! ^^

Lets Begin Again

Pairing: Mafia husband! Mingi x Wife!reader

Genre: Angst, Mafia, Family au, Fluff

W.C: 3.6k

Warnings: arguments b/w husband and wife, mention of abortion, lonely days of pregnancy, Regret. Mingi loves his son a lot. Reunion of family. Forgiveness.

Networks: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity

Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated . Applause to the ones who come up to me to interact and they know how friendly I am. Okay enough!

Half of your soul being excited and other half being nervous. Of course, the news was a life changing for you and that meant there would be new responsibilities and new beginnings but mainly you were repeating to yourself how to deliver this news to your husband. He was busy in the mafia business for last one month and you were trying to tell him, but he was always dodging you like he would listen to you next time. Today, he had earlier texted you that he would be coming home early as they had succeeded in their mission and their leader had allowed them to go off and rest for couple of days. And that should be your opportunity to tell him. Tell him that how lucky both of you are going to be. It’s going to be a happy moment for both of you. Or it’s going to be something else.

As soon as you heard the doorbell, your eyes lit up with excitement and you skipped towards the door to greet your husband who was back to you, to his home.

And there, him standing tired and exhausted but still smiling dearly at you. You greeted him back with the same gestures and welcomed him inside.

“I see that you are happy to see me early.” He asked you while placing his shoes aside.

You nodded and kept his bag on the stand, “of course, Mingi. Whenever you come back home, it feels like I have missed you so much.”

He chuckled and pulled you closer to him, “I missed you too, Y/n.” You could smell his cologne and it was comforting.

You tried to pull away but he held you tighter, “Hey, go freshen up. I will prepare some food for you. And…just go.”

“And? Just say it now. You are going to say something so just say it.” He asked you in a low voice and you rested your palms over his chest. Eyes shining and teeth nibbling the lips.

“Mingi……We are going to start our family in a new way.”

“New way? What do you mean by that?” He had a frown on his face but still managed to put on a smile.

“You are going to be a father.” You happily squealed in the end of the statement. You stared at him, to see his reaction on hearing the news of your baby. Your anticipating eyes somehow dropped to see him serious. Just cold, no more emotion on his face. No more smiling at you. “Mingi…”

His hold loosened his grip and moved back from you, leaving you confused.

“What do you mean?” He asked you in an unsure tone and looked away from you.

“I’m pregnant, babe.”

“and since when did you know about this?”

“last month. It's been almost two months old...”

He chuckled, but not amusedly, he was annoyed. He brushed back his hairs and heavily sighed.

“So, there’s still time for abortion.” He stared straight at your eyes.

“What?” you were more confused with his statement. Did you hear it right? He mentioned about abortion. Right? That did only mean that he was not happy with the news.

“You…you don’t want the baby?”

“Of course not. Get rid of that thing.” He spat it out harshly.

You gripped the sofa tightly and sink deeper into the leather when your back of the knee hit the sofa. The leather was of smooth texture but it was stinging your skin harshly like his words to you. You waited for one month to say this, only to hear him telling you to get rid of this.

“Thing?...This… this is our baby…our-“

“Stop it, Y/n!” You flinched at the loud voice. “I just don’t want to hear anything more regarding this topic. You are going for an abortion tomorrow and that’s final. End of this discussion.”

You didn’t reply him anything but just staring at him in disbelief. You couldn’t believe that the man who shouted at you was your once loving boyfriend whom you have married five years ago and never ever treated you less than a doll in his house. If you had done anything wrong then also, he would have put on a smile and would teach you the right thing and would fill you with kisses and cuddles.

Did something happen that suddenly he is acting this way?

He slammed the bedroom shut, leaving you alone in the living room with you and your thoughts. Tears flowing down your eyes and you didn’t care to wipe them off but clutched your fists above your knees. Does he not care to have this child? But why? Is he not happy with having a child?

Time passed and you didn’t notice how you fell asleep on the sofa. You heard some shuffling sounds and you sat up.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“Mingi…Do you not want the baby?” You asked quietly. He was calm than before but you were not sure if he would listen to anything related to it.

“Stop it. Tomorrow, you are going to the hospital with me and I don’t want to hear anything else from you.” He spoke in a tone of authority, keeping the strong eye contact with you.

Your eyes looked tired and shocked to see your husband acting this way. Your world seemed to be falling apart. This is the most important part of your life. This is the connection between you both then why this is unwanted.

“This is our baby, Mingi.”

“Not needed. Our life is better without any baby so without getting any further with this conversation, we are going to hospital and you are aborting it. Got it?”

“No. I’m not doing this.”

“Are you really talking back to me on this?” He raised his eyebrows, tilting his head in a daring way to challenge you to speak more.

“Yes. I am stating my true points unlike you who is running away from his responsibilities.”

“Y/N!”

Standing on your feet, you walked towards him, “Enough. I don’t want to hear further anything about this. If you don’t want this then I’m keeping and will take care of him. All Alone”

Your hot tears pooled in your eyes, shaking and threatened to fall anytime smoothly across the cheek just like the way the both of you were drifting apart from your once lovely relationship. You balled your fist and grabbed his collar of his t-shirt and looking at him in disbelief where he was daringly watching your movements.

“So, you think you can take care of yourself all alone?” Raising his eyebrows, a questionable look on his soft face.

A teardrop escapes your shaking eyes but he seemed not to care about it at this moment, only if he had seen that in other moment, he would have ripped off the skin who made you like this. But maybe he has changed. He has changed after he found out that you are pregnant.

“I can. If you don’t want this baby then fine, I will have this baby and will do take care of them on my own. I want to raise him to be a better person but never like you.”

“Y/N, you are crossing your limits.”

“Am I? And what are you doing? Running away from the responsibility and turning your back when we are ready to take a step further to our relationship.”

“Responsibility? Y/N, we can think of this another time.”

“Mingi. When you didn’t want this then why you gave me false hope and prepared my mind to accept this baby?”

You were breaking down and falling apart into thousands of pieces. The lovely and healthy relationship between you both was fading away and you didn’t know how to keep it in place anymore.

“Y/N, calm down. These are just feelings and you are overwhelmed knowing about this sudden news last month. All these will fade away.”

Calm down? Feelings will fade away? These all are his thoughts for me right now? All the promises, love talks, future plannings, bonding, everything seems fake to you now. His smile, laugh shared with you, adorable gestures to you, they all seem like just an act to you. So, he just wanted you to be his wife in this mafia world to have a high position? He didn’t care you as his love and never wanted to have a baby who can be a burden to him.

“Sure. If you don’t want any of these then fine, I’m leaving you here on your own and never try to find me.”

At this point, hot tears streaming down your eyes, your hands messily tugging the loose hair strands behind the ears. You took some steps back and ran to the bedroom. You grabbed some nearby clothes and some important things and put them in the bag and came out of the room. Seeing you, Mingi thrashed away all the things from the shelf where he was leaning. The action made a loud sound followed by shattering pieces of the fibres scattered all around the floor just like your heart was breaking with each word. You flinched and your hands trembled.

“You are leaving me? Are you serious?”

His eyes were furious and his breathing was heavy and he was contemplating the whole situation. You were standing near the stairs, gripped the stair railing for your support and watching him. The one who being a mafia never showed you his beast side in any situation is now a raging one who could burn you alive right now.

“Yes. I’m sure that leaving you here will be the good decision and have my own life far away from you.”

“If you really think that everything is so easy out there then just go. Leave me.”

He didn’t stop you as if he was waiting for you to leave fast and never want to look at you again.

“You made me dreamt of forever but this is our ending. I don’t want to regret leaving you but I want you to regret every second until you realize your fault.”

And with that, you left him. Standing in the middle of the living room, furiously watching you disappearing behind the door, from where you were never going to come back.

.

.

.

“Aw my Mingyu. Don’t cry baby, mommy is here.” You were trying to put him to sleep for past thirty minutes but no matter what, he was kept crying and you were so tired because last day you had a stressful night and didn’t get enough sleep and despite your head was paining, you put on a smile on your face and trying to make him sleep.

But your smile was like a dam, hiding the flood of sadness.

You heard a faint knock. You waited silently to see if you misheard it or someone was on the other side of the door. You don’t have any visitor at this hour. If anyone, it would be either Miyeon to ask you whether you need something, she was a life savior when you came to her crying that day alone. Or it could have been maybe worse for you. Or it would be another person at your door, Renjun. He is always there to support you and help you like a sweet and caring best-friend. He comes at your place to play with your baby.

The doorbell broke your trance and your startling made the baby cry even more. Cradling the baby in your tender arms. You reached the door to open it. You knew the neighbour-hood was very safe so its better to live there alone and safe.

But as soon as you opened the door, you felt as if your world stopped, every sound deaf to your ears, everything hushed and still. The person standing in front of you was the one for whom you had cried everyday but never for once you wanted to see. You wanted to give up on your baby to get your husband back but also stepped back with the thought of raising the baby.

“Y/n….”

He almost whispered out your name. His eyes lingered over your face to recognise you, if you were the person whom he kicked out from the house. Yes. You were and standing in front of him. What does he want now? His teary gaze moved down to your baby, who was silent but still restless in your arms. Tears flowing down your eyes hearing his voice. You were watching him, only him and he was watching your baby, his baby.

“Is he…is he my son?”

My son? Did you hear right? He asked you about the baby. He was crying while watching the baby. His shaky hands raised up to touch the baby but you stepped back, leaving his hand raised. His fingers curled into a fist. He finally looked up to you.

“Please…” He was begging to you. But for what?

“Why are you…here?” Finally, you spoke. His heart ached hearing your voice after ten months. How madly he wished to hear your sweet and loving voice. You were right that he would regret every second but did you regret anything?

Yes and No. But maybe a lot of things.

“How…How are you?” He sniffed and gulped the lump down his throat. His throat was tight, not able to form any words but still he wanted to say so many things. “I mean…Both of you…How are you?”

“You don’t have to know about us. You can leave. I don’t know how come you know about this place, even when I’m in a different country but I suppose your mafia business made it possible. Neither me nor my son needs you. Leave.”

You had that same harshness like he had at the day you gave him the news of pregnancy.

“Please…I-I don’t want to go away…Please I want to…”

“You want to?...” You wanted to look strong, to shove him away. Your mind telling you to shut the door but somewhere your heart was aching to see him, telling you to hug him, hold him tight and cry the anger and loneliness out.

“I want to ask you to forgive me, Y/n. I know it’s a difficult thing for you. You can’t forgive me so easily. But please listen to me, please.”

You remain silent for few moments. The baby had fallen asleep.

You gestured him to come inside and close the door. You didn’t want your neighbours to hear the commotion at your front door. You sat on the sofa while he remained standing nearing the chair across from you. He glanced at you and his son.

“I'm sorry...I...I was scared, Y/N. I was always scared for you being in my merciless life. You are always my first priority and most important responsibility. I love you so much. I never wanted to cause any sort of little harm to you but when….when I got the news of your pregnancy, I got more scared. I thought how to welcome a new member and take more responsibility when I am always worried for you? I didn’t want to lose you again.”

You sighed. Your last kidnapping was something that triggers him everyday.

“Y/n…I didn’t mean…I don’t want the baby but I was scared. I was scared how to protect him and you from this world. Everyone out there would cause harm to someone innocent like you. And he is a little one. I haven’t had anyone so soft in my life except you. And I didn’t want him to come into this life where he would feel unsafe.”

 He thought that you were unsafe in that outside world. He was scared someone again would take you away from him. Someone would again cause you harm. Someone would scare you. Moreover, someone would harm his child. He didn’t mean to not have the child but he was scared because he didn’t know how to protect you both.

You patted the space beside you. He hesitated but your assuring eyes led his slow steps to make him sit beside you. His hopeful eyes stared back at you as you looked at him with a broken soul. Your eyes were speaking how happy you were with your son but somewhere they were not shining because the sadness was over-shadowing it.

You shifted a bit forward to hold his wrist and squeezed it in assurance that you were listening to him. You held your baby towards him and he slowly took the sleeping little one in his hold. Tears falling down his eyes and a tear drop fell on the baby’s cheek who was warmly wrapped in a blue towel cloth. No one would believe him as a mafia member who was crying helplessly in a casual grey and black t-shirt and pants with a sleeping infant in his hand.

“Are you still scared?”

“No. That day when you left me, I will never forgive myself for that...I have made up my mind. I was wrong. I should have listened to you. I should have thought about it but I kicked you out when you needed me the most.”

Yes you needed him the most but you still need him.

He was staring straight to you, “I thought about expanding our family everyday. To have a beautiful family with our children but the news seems like so sudden and early to make any decision. My messy head did not think that how much you will be hurt. I will never forgive myself for hurting you. I proved to be a bad husband and a bad father.”

“No Mingi, listen. You are going to be a great father. You are going to protect him and he is so lucky to have you. You were worried and scared and that’s why you ran away. You are a mafia member and you only know to handle every situation aggressively and that’s why you went far away from me because you did not want to hurt me. You were scared of yourself.”

“You are not angry or upset with me?”

“Hmm. I am upset. I am angry too. I was having so many emotions going through all these months but they didn’t fade away. They became strong with the time. Whenever I was alone, I felt scared but the next moment I felt nothing because I kept telling myself that no one will be there to make me feel safe. I was angry with you leaving me without hearing my side, without looking back at me to see how helpless I was. I was upset that my decision to keep this baby had broken us apart. I was upset that the reason I was crying and you being angry with me was all because of me. Because of this baby.”

Mingi hugged the baby to his chest and crying continuously. His ears and cheeks turning red to the effect and you caressed his head.

You both were scared and were weak in making a proper decision on this life note. If only you both have spoken with each other properly then today you would have been happily enjoying the moment.

“I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry to leave you and your mother that day. Please forgive me. I don’t deserve you but I want you. I need you to be in my life.”

“We deserve many things. We don’t know what we deserve and not but giving chances is a thing to see whether the outcome would be better or not. If we ever get a second chance, we should respect it to prove our previous self wrong, that we need to be better to improve things, to improve the love. The love between us.”

You smiled at him. How he missed that smile and he sadly smiled back at you.

“Now, if the baby wakes up to see his father crying like this. You are going to put him back to sleep. I see why he is such a crybaby.”

Realization hits him and he laughs out aloud with still teary eyes. You laugh along with him.

“I will protect you baby and this little one forever and now I have made up my mind that no matter how scared I will be for both of you. I’m not leaving again. I will fight the danger with keeping you both safe with me.”

“And I will always be standing strong by your side. And Mingi...I want our son to become like you. A caring and loving person.”

"No...I want him to be a perfect human being like you." You smiled at his words.

His hand caressed your cheek and leaned forward to kiss your lips. The kiss had love, loneliness, forgiveness, missing of each other. But mostly, the essence of the beginning of a new life. The baby was sleeping soundly. Those eyes and lips were totally like his father.

“He looks like you, Mingi. I missed you every day whenever I looked at him”

You both looked down to the angel in his hands. The baby he never wanted and told you to have an abortion. He was holding the baby in his hand, firmly gripping as if the baby would disappear, if he ever softens the grip.

He kissed the baby on the forehead and whispered, “I’m sorry…” and turned towards you, “What’s his name?”

“Mingyu.”

“You will be a great mother and he is so lucky to have you as his guardian. I missed some beautiful stages of our life, of our family but I don’t want to miss the days that are coming.”

“He is lucky to have both of us. He will have a wonderful life ahead.”

The baby is a blessing in both of your life and marks the beginning of the new stage of life on a happy note.

“Let’s Begin Again.” He whispered before pressing his lips again with yours.

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[holylulusworld]

Leo (1)

Summary: Any alpha trying to get your attention needs to get past Leo first.

Pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, language, a/b/o dynamics, scenting, fluff, mafia au (implied)

Leo & Alpha masterlist

“Aw, baby puppy,” you coo as your dog runs toward you. For a dog his size and weight, the affectionate Leonberger is rather careful as he stops right in front of you and expects cuddles. “I’ve missed you too, Leo.”

“What the fuck?” the guy wanting to hit on you at the café you just left squeaks. You ignore his outburst and crouch down to wrap your arms around the huge dog protecting you. “What’s this? A beast?”

“Leo is my dog, asshat,” you grumble. “He’ll bite your ass off if you won’t stop hitting on me. I told you to leave me alone the moment you stand in front of my table.”

Leo rubs his furry cheek against your shoulder and whines. “I know, puppy. I was away for too long. It’s been almost three hours.”

“You can’t get all cozy with a stinking beast,” the alpha just won’t give up.

“Well then, I’ll never get all cozy with you. You stink. And it’s not only your body odor,” you smirk as he finally stomps away. “See, that’s why I like you the most, Leo. You’re a natural in scaring assholes off.”

Leo nuzzles your neck, sniffing at your scenting gland. The dog happily takes all the cuddles and attention you give him. He whines and purrs, all the while showering you with attention.

“Good boy, Leo. You protected my omega so well,” you chuckle as your dog relaxes the moment your alpha pats his head. “I knew you’ll be the perfect protector for my girl.” Ari praises your dog.

“You didn’t have to come to pick me up. I only had lunch with my friends and some coffee,” sighing deeply Ari crouches down next to you and the dog. He runs his hand over the dog’s back, gently patting the dog. “No one will try to kidnap or hurt me in public.”

“Y/N, you know I got a lot of enemies. You must accept my protection,” you whine low in your throat. “I sent Leo over to make sure that guy leaves you alone. I could’ve just broken his body. You know how I can get when someone tries to put their hands on my omega.”

“Fair enough,” you chuckle. “How about we bring my favorite man home? He needs more cuddles.”

You stand back up, smirking as Ari looks almost offended. “Leo is your favorite man. Not me?” He chokes out and puts a hand on his heart. “I’m hurt, Y/N.”

“He’s fluffier.”

“You always call me your big bear,” Ari argues. He doesn’t like getting replaced by anyone. “I'm taller and warm.”

“That you are, alpha,” you pat his firm chest. “If you bring me home and give Leo cuddles too, I’ll think about giving you more than cuddles when we are alone...”

You ended up on your bed, wrapped in Ari’s arms while Leo lies behind you, snuggled at your side.

Your alpha is not happy about how the night turned out.

“Don’t be mad. He just missed me so much, alpha,” you press a soft kiss on Ari’s chest. “I promise we will do all the naughty things you planned in the morning.”

“How can you love the 160 pounds furry beast more than me,” Ari mutters. “I should’ve bought a poodle.”

“I know you love Leo as much as I love him,” you coo. “Now, be a good alpha and tell me about your day. I want to know every detail…”

>> Part 2

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[loudblonde]

Simon "Ghost" Riley X Male!Reader Mafia AU (Chapter Fourteen)

Summary: (Y/N) can't sleep as thoughts of his current situation and past haunts him. Simon gets a rare glimpse at a man who wants to feel love but is too afraid of appearing weak ever to seek it out.

Warnings: Panic attack, dehumanisation, past trauma

Author note:

This is a bit short, but my mental energy is very low and between stopping addiction, work and having to settle into a new kitchen there just isn't a lot of energy. But I am so thankful for everyone who continue to read this fic and for all the patience. My wrist is currently a lot better but I have a lot more work then usually in July, summer time in a small vacation city is just like that.

Anyway, enough about me, this will depict a panic attack so be warned, skip ahead to the first (Nickname) if you need to skip the panic attack.

Word count: 1,1K

(Y/N) considered himself a strong man. He had to be. After all, his training and upbringing only created strong soldiers. Even if it didn’t always feel like it.

Yet here he was, staring up into the ceiling of the bunker, unable to sleep. His new toy, because Simon was definitely nothing else than a toy for his amusement, no matter what momentarily sentimental bullshit he may have thought, was sleeping next to him. A small scowl made itself known.

It had already been 3 hours since they had gone to bed. It wasn’t as though he couldn’t just up and leave, Simon had no way to demand him be in the bed. (Y/N) was the boss and as his father had said, Ghost is nothing more than a dog trying to please its owners by performing tricks or protecting them. His father had seemed sad about it, almost. Whatever truly went down, Simon hadn’t been able to handle it at the time. (Y/N) didn’t know whether to blame his father or fall back on his mother's teachings of Simon simply being weak while hiding behind a mask like a smoke screen, instead of facing the enemy. Considering her name and tendency to poison people, the older he got the more and more her teachings stopped making sense.

(Y/N)’s whole sense of self was falling apart rapidly. He pretended to be strong, to not be affected by both the trauma and having to figure everything out on his own. He was a strange man in a strange land, having to rework his whole identity from being a cold-hearted emotionless killer into… running a mafia? Could he even do it? Was there anything left for him in England the further they went along?

(Y/N) didn’t know and he couldn’t just lay here, he was getting restless. With slow and calculated precision, he pulled away from Simon and replaced himself with a pillow that Simon happily snuggled into. A small smile graced his lips for a second before he shook his head.

(Y/N) sighed softly as he left the room. It was still morning, he couldn’t sleep, he had stayed awake with thoughts swirling around his head. Arthur would still be asleep, so (Y/N) simply went into the gym.

His routine was memorised. A mixture of strength, agility and speed. (Y/N)’s thoughts were too much so he set up the training dummies. With the help of classical music in the background, courtesy of his mother's obsession with it, he started retraining different kicks, take-down methods, punches and overall just assaulting the dummies as his thoughts ran rampant.

Each kick, punch or slash was more powerful than the last. (Y/N) didn’t realise he was screaming himself hoarse before he felt two arms wrap around him. His whole body shook as he turned around and glanced up at Simon, who just looked concerned and worried. (Y/N) placed his hands on Simon’s chest as he kept shaking. His whole body was screaming to run, to not show weakness, but he couldn’t, he had held on for too long, been too strong, not let anyone see that his training hadn’t actually left him without feelings.

(Y/N) felt dizzy and lightheaded, his whole body screamed even louder or… was that himself screaming?

“-reath-” Simon was talking. (Y/N) looked up again with blurry eyes, he couldn’t make out anything but Simon’s eyes. (Y/N) really liked those eyes, not that he would admit it. Black dots started dancing at the corners of his eyes. “Breath!” It came much clearer.

(Y/N) glanced down confused. His lips parted and he took a deep breath. His lungs hurt as air was forced into them again, all his senses were going haywire. Someone turned the music off. His senses reeled back in as he leaned his head on Simon’s chest. His breathing began matching Simon’s.

“(Nickname)?” Simon asked, his voice a gentle reminder of safer times. He was met with a hum of recognition from (Y/N), the only thing he could think of. Simon’s cologne still clung to him, (Y/N) really enjoyed it.

“Are you back with me?” Simon asked, his voice bringing (Y/N) back even more.

“Keep talking.” (Y/N) mutters after a few minutes, his whole world is slowly crumbling in his hands.

Simon was silent for a moment before he began talking. “When I was younger my mother would always tell me shitty jokes. My father was terrible so to cheer me up she would tell me bad dad jokes.” Simon chuckled gently. “What did the evil chicken lay? Deviled eggs.” Ghost said. (Y/N) smiled a bit. “What do you call an alligator in a vest? An investigator.” This caused a small chuckle from (Y/N).

“Don’t flail me for this. What do pussy and mafia have in common?” Simon asked, (Y/N) looked up confused though intrigued. “It’s a lot more fun if you’re on the inside.” This drew a snort from (Y/N).

“A little mafia humour?” Simon said.

“Very little.”

“Another?” Simon asked, causing (Y/N) to nod.

(Y/N) was feeling a lot more centred and grounded. His mind was still a mess of things, but this was comforting.

“Two mafia members are walking through the woods late at night. One turns to the other and says, ‘I am going, to be honest, this place is scaring the shit out of me.’ and the other turns to the first with a smile, ‘How do you think I feel? I have to walk back alone!’.” Both men share a chuckle.

“Si, these are absolutely terrible.” (Y/N) said, finally calm from his near panic attack. He hadn’t wanted it to happen in the first place, but here they were… Simon had comforted him from a panic attack really simply. (Y/N) hated how good Simon made him feel. How easily he got under his skin. It felt like Simon belonged and (Y/N) couldn’t have that. Simon was a weakness and (Y/N) was addicted. He needed to stop this infatuation before it grew out of control.

So, (Y/N) pushed away from Simon and took a deep breath. “Thank you, for your help.” Okay, maybe he still needed to work on it.

The way he saw Simon genuinely smile, it almost reached his eyes. Simon was finding happiness with (Y/N). It broke his heart knowing that he would one day have to abandon him, for both their goods. Simon couldn’t have his heart in his work, not even as (Y/N)’s bodyguard, it would compromise them both. It was a danger. A danger that would not be worth the trouble. (Y/N) didn’t want to kill him, he couldn’t make himself do it, not even all the promises of loyalty.

Simon needed to not be Simon, he needed to be Ghost again, in (Y/N)’s mind. He needed to be nothing more than a weapon and a meatshield again. It would break them both a thousand times over, but he was more than ready for it.

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[bonny-kookoo]

Yoongi: Back Home

Based on this drabble written long ago. This post has been marinating in my drafts for a while now, and yall always want angst.

Tags/warnings: mafia AU, Angst, implied major character death- dead dove do not eat, attempted arson

Length: Short

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Loosing you had never been his plan.

You in general were never part of the plan.

But it all still happened, it still hurt, and he hopes whoever took you from him feels horribly stupid now considering he still continued to stay alive and continue his reign over his areas of the country. It didn't have any desired effects, at least not on the surface- Yoongi never cracked, never broke, never fell apart or loosened his grip.

But its still a wound he's hiding.

In his bedroom, your things are still left untouched, toys and blankets all around his offices never moved from when you'd last been there. He doesn't let anyone go near those things. Because deep down, he's scared.

If he loses physical evidence of your existence, were you ever there?

Sometimes it feels like you'd never been more than a fever dream his subcounsciousness had made up. Other times he looks at the pillows underneath his desk, and he's reminded of how you'd always sleep there whenever he worked late. You're not just a memory. You've been there. Left your marks on his soul like no other.

He knew one of you would one day go first. He didn't think it would be you.

He remembers the amount of blood he'd found in his office almost two years ago now. Patches of fur from your tail all over the place. Your collar, some of your toys, all soiled in the red liquid he's seen way too many times in his life. Everything had been tested. Twice.

It was yours. There was no doubt.

Your pale blue collar, color of the skies, still sits in the drawer of his desk, stained forever in what he can only imagine must've been fear and pain. Sometimes, he will look at it.

But he never dares to touch it.

Now, as he's visiting his old private home a little further away from headquarters, he readies everything by emptying the last canister of fuel onto the carpets. He doesn't want it all anymore. He doesn't need it.

You loved it here. Loved chasing the birds outside, loved getting lost in the woods, loved sleeping in the living room whenever the sun would slowly settle down, creating a golden spot just for you to bathe in.

Now it's empty. Everything has dust on it. Except- the kitchen?

Someone's been here, recently. He readies his gun.

Now that he looks more closely, there's indeed proof of someone or something roaming around the place. A squatter, maybe? Or a wild animal?

He's unsure. But he knows he doesn't want it here, disturbing the time capsule of the little bit of happiness he had left back then.

He now walks through every room, checks every spot he can think of, and anger rises when he sees the bed he'd shared with you all disheveled. Only then does he notice something moving once he's back downstairs, in the corner of the living room. A pile of blankets, empty wrappers of snacks and sweets all around, bottles of water and old juice.

He aims. The gun clicks into place, ready to fire.

And then the blanket falls, reveals black cat ears, pale pink, almost white inside, and two round eyes, pupils blown wide open as they swallow all color from those irises.

Yoongi has never taken down his gun quicker, safety clicking back in as he puts it back into its holster on his belt before he falls to his knees. Even all dirty and admittedly weak and sick, he'd never forget a face like that.

"You came back." You sigh happily.

And he holds you just a bit closer at that.

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[doublejade-enthusiast]

Ranpo’s (Un)fortunate meeting with Mori and the Heartless Mafia Executive! (Ranpo in my Souheki Roleswap! AU)

previous part.

⚠️TW: murder, assault(?), torture, sadism, masochism⚠️

After being beat up badly at the theatre, Ranpo was brought to a doctor that was also there for the play, his doctor's coat was as white as snow, in contrast to his dark hair and eyes: his aura was eerie, it grounded him with an irrational fear, the boy showed no signs of being afraid of doctors or hospitals before, or anything related to that, the man walked closer to the couch the boy was on, smiling; "Hello, Ranpo-kun, I'll be your doctor for today." And that's when it hit, that guy wasn't any ordinary medic, and he was sure the guy knew that, given the sinister smile he had, "My name is Ougai Mori," he had begun speaking again, his predatory voice had the boy on alert, his body was ready to rush out the door, should the doctor do anything risky or highly suspicious, he was prepared, he did not feel safe there. Ougai crouched a little so his dark hair brushed against Edogawa's face, looking at him rather seductively, his cold fingers touching his now very pale cheeks, "What's wrong? You look like you saw a ghost", Ranpo didn't know how to answer that, he wouldn't, as he was aware that the words from his mouth were filthier than need be, he only shifted his position to secure his legs on the bed, he backed up a bit from the medic slowly, Ougai moved his hands and reached for the tools he needed to clean up the blood from the kid's face: moving an inch felt as if it would make the world collapse, even breathing, so he stayed dead silent, seeing how brute and sketchy the guards treated him, even if only by a stare or a sigh, he deduced he was a mafia doctor, Mori was too busy humming an unrecognizable tune while sorting through his utensils to notice anything, so much so that Ranpo could almost walk out the door, almost, "Where are you going?" He froze in his tracks, eyes wide and glued to the floor, managing to acquire a calm attitude before turning around, a little smile on his face as he adjusted his hat, "The play's starting, can we go, mister?" Mori agreed and they made their way to the theatre after the wounds were stitched, Mori walking alarmingly close to him, happily humming.

In their seats, Ranpo couldn't help but yell out the answer in complete frustration, Mori, instead of scolding him, encouraged his outburst and simply patted his head in understanding: as the murderer on stage finished his speech, Mori stayed on stage throughout and mentally picked Ranpo apart, inserting the idea that those too foolish to understand him, those who dared to argue back and question his intelligence, should be silenced eternally: cut to the theatre being filled with dead silence, crimson wine staining everything, from ceiling to stage, a blade shining in the spotlight; "I knew you were a natural, Ranpo-kun!" The boy's previously glowing emerald eyes saw in a withered, lightless green, emotionlessly,

Ranpo Edogawa, a twenty-six year old Executive working under Mori, is specialized in interrogation and assassination, is known to have masochist and sadistic tendencies towards himself and his enemies: frequently resorting to torture for self-enjoyment, even he is under it himself, he does not show the least bit of displeasure, critizing and debunking their means and such instead, an avid lover of switchblades and knives in general (curtesy of Mori), prefers to go on missions with either Chuuya or alone, them being an exceptional team in the Mafia for their effectiveness and success, he's rather nice to the redhead, if the annoying bickering is put aside; apart from one-on-one combat, he's surprisingly athletic, shifting from rooftop to rooftop with ease, loves taunting his persecutors before torturing and killing them off, moving onto the next bloodbath to be executed flawlessly. His life outside of work is one of a cat and dog lover who often visits animal shelters and a particular library owned by an occult enthusiast and a famous American mystery novel writer, who offer him sweets as he reads the day away, often being the last one to stay in the library, helping out as they close up for the day and waving goodbye; still, even in the Mafia, he's the most apathetic towards human life, not caring who lives and who dies, who's innocent and who is not, they are all the same to him, shedding blood without blinking: despite this, he could be described as childish and generous by outsiders who aren't aware of his line of work, maybe even sweet.

[little-corritrice]

| The Mafia | ~ Part 7 ~

Genre: Mafia Au, Fanfiction

Pairing: | Seungmin & Jeongin |

Rating: Fluff

Warnings: N/A

Synopsis ~ y/n was just living her life, but when she ran into troubles of her past, she found herself being auctioned off to a mafia named Ateez. Within her time, she soon finds another whom she knows...

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Arriving to the house, it didn't even surprise me that they had a nice looking mansion house. I got out with the help of Seungmin, and both boys grabbed my hands, making me smile. "Welcome home, y/n." They said, and I giggled as they opened the door for me. I smiled at the familiarity of the warm house. Despite being a mafia, the upper level of the house is very warm and welcoming, but the lower level is where everything is gloomy. I walked to the kitchen, going to the pantry. I opened it, but nothing caught my eyes. "You find anything you like?" Seungmin asked, both boys standing by the door. "What happened to all the good snacks?" I whined, turning to them. They shook their heads at my childish antics, chuckling a little too. "Just come with us." Seungmin said, grabbing my hand gently, Jeongin walking behind us, both of them acting suspicious.

As we approached the back door, I immediately started pulling away. "No, no, no, no, no..." I continued to say, trying to push back against Seungmin's pulling, but he was obviously stronger. "I don't want to cry!" I yelled, laying on my stomach as he basically dragged me through the grass. "Then don't cry. Problem solved." Seungmin said, making me scoff. "You little smartass." I huffed, standing up as he dropped me to the ground. "It's still the same way from when you left. We had the maids come in once in a while to clean it." Jeongin said, standing by my side. I smiled at him, resting my hand on his arm. "You're such a sweetheart, Jeongin. Unlike this idiot over here." I glared at Seungmin, who rolled his eyes in response. "Well?" Seungmin said, pointing towards the door. I sighed, going to it. I opened the door, taking a step inside.

(There isn't any of the big doors, unless you'd like them there)

As I walked in, I saw my room; my home. I let out a little breathy laugh, holding my hands to my mouth. On my nightstand, I gasped as I saw our 'family' photo. I giggled lightly at the silly picture of us, tears almost making their way to my eyes. I held my hands over my eyes to try and stop the tears, but it was no use as all these memories came back to me in an instant. "I hate you guys." I laughed through tears, hearing them laugh. "We love you too, y/n." Jeongin said, both boys coming over and hugging me. "I can't believe you made me cry after I said I didn't want to." I playfully scolded Seungmin, hitting his shoulder. "Will this help?" Seungmin laughed, going over to a cabinet and opening it. I gasped loudly, squealing straight after. I ran over, looking over all the beautiful snacks and treats that lined the shelves.

I grabbed a rice crispy, opening it and taking a bite. I squealed again, doing a little jumpy dance. "Yes, it does." I said as I took another, savoring the flavor. "Oh, I love you guys." I whined, pulling the boys into a hug as I continued to eat my snack. "We love you too, y/n." Seungmin said this time, patting my head as Jeongin laughed at me eating the snack happily. "How about while the maids are shopping for everything you need, we go watch a movie or something?" Jeongin asked, taking my trash and throwing it away. I nodded, yawning softly. "Do you still have my-?" I was about to ask, but Seungmin threw something at my face, making me grab it. "Yes we do." He said, pulling me along with Jeongin. "Awww." I pouted, loving how they still had my fluffy avocado blanket. Jeongin giggled, also handing me my avocado plush. I squealed, holding it in the air. "I thought I lost you, Mr. Cado!" I said happily, holding it to my chest.

As we got inside, I was basically still on a memory-high, so the boys put on a movie, and laid down beside me. I laughed as the Moana theme track came on. I laid back, cuddling into both of them. I was basically laid across them, my head resting on Jeongin's lap, as my thighs were over Seungmin's legs. As the movie was getting ready to play, everyone came home, all piling in noisily. "Shhhhh!" I yelled, making everyone go silent. "You're being too loud. I can't hear the song." I whispered, listening intently to the first sons "How Far I'll Go." Everyone chuckled quietly, all walking off in different directions. Soon though, they all scattered back in the room, taking various spots across the other couch and the floor. Within minutes, I started yawning more and more before my eyes started drooping closed. I kept waking up though, but sleep got to me.

[thearmyprof]

Endless Sea, but the water is warm here Ch. 4

Rating: E

Pairing: Yoongi/Original Character

Word count: 6380

Chapters: 4/?

Genre: Modern Fantasy!AU, Idol!AU, Canon Divergent,

Warnings: NSFW, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Explicit Sexual Content

Overview post: https://at.tumblr.com/thearmyprof/endless-sea-but-the-water-is-warm-here/h8ruhjcuzs62

Summary:

Sometimes Eunha imagines herself living by the sea. She imagines herself sinking in sunbaked sand and Mina happily jumping in playful waves. She thinks there might have been a time in her own childhood when she visited the ocean. A time before her first visit to the realm of death. A time when she let the pull of the sun-warmed waters pull suggestively at her ankles. When she collected seashells. A time when she could take a big inhale and smell the salt water mixed with the smell of tide, the smell of life.

But daydreams and memories of oceans and sand always morph and twist eventually. The grey waters that ebb and flow with their own mystical tide, the river as vast as an ocean, are what Eunha knows. That river has no smell. She is well versed in the tugs and pulls of the water, urging her to continue her journey onward, out into that vast expanse of monotone darkness. There are some days where it almost feels easier to give in and let the river’s tide do what it wills.

Life is hard and dark until an accidental meeting on a train and an encounter her vampire landlord's ghoul throws Eunha's world colliding with Min Yoongi's. Does this become a fleeting career opportunity or the chance at a better life?

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45497923

Full Tags:

Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Vampires, Fae & Fairies, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Alternate Universe - Idols, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, World of Darkness, Necromancy, Blood and Violence, Death, None of the guys though, or our two original main characters, Angst with a Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Magic, fae bts, Soft Min Yoongi | Suga, Protective Min Yoongi | Suga, Protective Bangtan Boys | BTS, Explicit Sexual Content, Sex Work, Single parent original female character, Softness, Soulmate!AU kind of, Mafia AU

CHAPTER FOUR.

By the time Eunha is out of the bathroom from washing up from the workday, Mina is tucked into the bed, eyes already drifting shut.

“Did you have a good time with Uncle Yoongi, love?” Eunha asks, bending over the tiny girl to give her forehead a kiss. She can feel the soft buzz of Mina’s soul where her lips touch skin.

Mina nods once, so softly that if Eunha hadn’t been pressed up against her, she wouldn’t know it happened. Eunha smiles and says, “Good. Sleep well. I’ll come to bed after I have some dinner. Okay?”

This time she’s met with silence as Mina drifts further into sleep.

Yoongi is cleaning up the living room when Eunha tiptoes out of the guest bedroom. She rushes over to help him pick up the snacks and empty juice boxes.

“Thank you, again, Yoongi, for helping with Mina today,” Eunha says as she picks up the throw that’s fallen to the floor and folds it. “I hope she wasn’t too difficult. I hope this didn’t interrupt your night’s plans.”

“Eunha,” Yoongi sighs out her name and gives her a stern look. “If it were a problem, I would have told you. Mina is a great kid. She has epic tastes. She picked the best movie. She likes my music. And, more importantly, she likes my cooking. Either that or she’s the most polite child in the world for putting up with me.”

Yoongi laughs at his last statement. It’s a nice laugh, quiet and rumbling. Eunha just stares at him for a minute processing his words.

“She doesn’t lie. I don’t think she’s ever lied in her life,” is what Eunha chooses to say. She lays the folded throw carefully across the back of the couch.

Yoongi smiles widely at that, his lips pulling back in the most endearing gum-filled smile and his eyes crinkling in delight. He says, “Good. That’s good.”

Eunha pulls at her own sleeve for a moment in contemplation. Finally she asks, “Mina listened to your music?”

“Well,” Yoongi says, “I think she was lonely in the guest room by herself. She came and found me in my studio. So, I gave her my spare set of headphones and let her listen while I worked.”

Eunha is pretty sure she misheard. “She sat with you in your studio? Uninvited?”

Yoongi looks slightly alarmed at that, eyes going wide. He waves his hand dismissively and says, “No, I mean, she found me, but it’s okay. I didn’t mind. She didn’t bother me.”

“Oh,” Eunha feels the tiredness beginning to mess with her ability to fully process this conversation.

Yoongi still looks worried, brows pinched together. “That’s okay, right? I don’t want to overstep.”

Eunha tries to keep her focus, she knows she needs to reassure Yoongi. She needs him to know how very okay this is. The most okay thing that’s happened in a long time. She says, “It’s okay. I’ve- I- Mina doesn’t really have any relationships with anyone. Except for me. She’s-“

Eunha swallows. She is not going to start crying right now. That will for sure freak Yoongi out more.

“Hey, she’s a great kid. I’m glad to have met her,” Yoongi says warmly.

“Thank you,” Eunha says in a whisper.

Yoongi clicks his tongue in feigned annoyance. Instead of repeating his earlier request for her to stop thanking him, he chooses to instead say, “Come, let me heat up some dinner for you. It’s been a long day and you need to eat.”

Eunha nods slowly and follows him into the kitchen.

~

Everyone’s soul—their life essence—is unique. Much like personality or identity, a soul holds a person’s life experiences, their spark. A soul is a reflection of who a person is. That gentle buzz just under the skin sets a pattern of unique vibrations or colors or harmonies that some can feel, read, or sense.

There are people who can do true readings of someone’s soul, even at a distance, and get a sense of that person. For example, they might be able to get a read on someone’s intentions or perhaps sense their emotions. Some of the most effective speakers in history, the world’s most charismatic leaders for good or ill, have been those that can read the room and play to their audience.

Of course, some are better than others at this. The average person can’t read souls at all. The average person also doesn’t spend much time thinking about vampires, or magic, or maybe even fae. The average person spends their days in office buildings, commuting on the train, and having dinner with their families. The average person is going to bars and finding love and living life. The average person is not thinking about the darkness and magic infused in everything, but hidden from view. However, plenty of people now have fae blood in their lineage that the reading of souls is more commonplace than in years past. A lot of people don’t even realize their own capabilities, not knowing the fae origins from family history long past.

But Eunha knows. She’s spent years training and then avoiding training to shepherd souls to the grey river. Breaking away, escaping to Seoul, and trying to live her own dream has proved more challenging than she first imagined, it’s true. As much as she’s avoided her magic and all the complications that arise from it, she still has the magic. When she’s touching someone—an activity she, for the most part, works to avoid—she can feel the vibration of their life essence. She can feel the fragility of life.  She can feel other souls communicate with hers. She hates it.

~

Eunha finds herself in a field of small blue flowers that cover a rolling hill in an expanse of rolling hills as far as she can see. She sits atop the peak of the hill and looks out at the sea of blue flowers. It’s a sight so foreign that Eunha takes a moment to understand what she’s seeing. Not the grey of the river nor even the deep blue of the ocean, but the fleeting blue of a field of flowers.

Over the horizon the sun is rising steadily. Oranges, reds, and pinks vividly fill the blue of the sky, creating a sharp contrast with the blue of the hills. Eunha looks on in amazement. She knows this is a sight she has never seen before. And yet. The bright warm colors of the sunrise meeting the hopeful, sedate blue feels familiar. As she watches, she tries to place where she knows this place from. Her soul recognizes it.

She stares and tries to puzzle out where she knows this scene from while the sun eventually clears the horizon completely to continue its journey across the sky. Even as dusk creeps over the field of flowers, she can still feel the warmth of it like a hug around her. She can almost smell the warmth. Eunha, still stumped as to when she’s been here before, lays back into the grass of the hill and closes her eyes to sleep for just a moment.

The room is fully alight with sunshine when Eunha cracks her eyes open. She can feel the familiar pull along her scalp, but it’s faint enough to ignore. She pushes herself up and feels a moment of alarm when the bed beside her is empty. Glancing around the quiet room, she sees the door is slightly ajar.

She scrubs her hands across her face after she stands. She can’t remember the last time she slept so hard and for so long and her body doesn’t seem to want to relinquish the feeling. The images of the blue field linger in her mind, leaving her with the feeling as if she’s forgotten something. She steps out into the hall, ears straining for any sounds that might give away Mina’s location.

The living room and kitchen are equally quiet. Eunha feels a small stab of anxiety. The house is so quiet.

“Mina-yah?” Eunha calls out.

Silence.

The tension in her scalp pulls ominously.

Eunha starts walking again, heading towards the opposite hallway, with a hunch of where her daughter might be. Sure enough, she sees one door is cracked open. Pushing back against the door slowly, it swings quietly inward.

The room is cluttered with various electronic equipment and instruments. An old, dark brown upright piano is against one wall. Opposite the piano is a small loveseat. There’s a long desk on the wall opposite the door with two large monitors, an electric piano keyboard, and microphone. Yoongi is sitting in one rolling desk chair, clicking away at his music production software, large headphones on his ears. Next to him, in another rolling chair, looking tiny, especially with another large pair of headphones on her ears, is Mina. She’s sitting quietly, legs kicking in the air well above the ground, eyes glued to what Yoongi is doing.

Yoongi hits the space bar on his keyboard and turns to Mina with a raised eyebrow. Mina’s feet kick in a rhythm, presumably to whatever she’s listening to in her headphones.

Yoongi hits the space bar again and watches Mina. Mina gives him a small grin, which he returns with a million-watt smile.

Yoongi swings his feet and turns his chair, then startles when he sees Eunha standing awestruck in the doorway.

“Eunha!” Yoongi says, slipping off his headphones and setting them on the desk. “You’re awake. Did you sleep well?”

Eunha, mouth still hanging open, just nods dumbly. 

“I hope it’s alright we let you sleep in. You have been working hard,” Yoongi continues. He’s still smiling.

Eunha nods again. 

Meanwhile, Mina has taken off her headphones and put them down beside her on the seat of the chair. She shimmies down until her feet hit the ground. She jumps forward and gives Yoongi’s knee a hug before she steps up to her mother. She gives Eunha a tight hug around her legs, her soul vibrating happily through the hug, and then heads out of the room.

“Are you going to read now, dearest?” Eunha, voice cracking, calls after her after a moment of recovery from her surprise. Mina doesn’t respond, just keeps walking down the hall towards the living room.

Eunha turns back to see Yoongi watching her. She gives him a weak smile.

“She seems to have grown attached to you,” Eunha says. Her voice sounds calm, despite her slight alarm at this realization.

Yoongi shrugs and says, “She’s a great kid. And a good judge of music. She must get that from you.”

Eunha bows her head for a moment at the compliment, fighting the bigger grin trying to break out on her face. Anxiety and happiness fighting for priority in her chest.

“Come, I still want to hear more about your music,” Yoongi says. He grabs the chair Mina recently vacated and spins it so the seat is facing her.

“Sure,” Eunha says. She steps into the room and takes a seat, putting the headphones on the desk. “This is a beautiful studio.”

Yoongi nods and turns back to his computer. “I’ll show you what Mina and I have been working on.”

Eunha just nods again not knowing what else to do than just go along with this bizarre turn of events.

She’s surprised by the fun piece that Yoongi shows her. The music itself is a bit surprising, incorporating older folk music from a couple of decades ago. Yoongi shows her the changes Mina helped him make and Eunha sits in awe that her daughter would be so open with an almost-stranger. 

Before they get too deep into their work, Yoongi and Eunha take a break for lunch. Her headache, the tension along her scalp, has intensified as the day goes on. Eunha does everything in her power to ignore it.

After lunch, Eunha settles Mina to read on the loveseat in Yoongi’s studio and joins him at his desk. She brings her own laptop and hands him a thumb drive holding some of her work—not work-work, but the music she’s actually proud of.

“I’ve only shown this to a few people,” she says as Yoongi pulls up the folders. “Once I started working at Rancid House I wasn’t encouraged to work on non-work projects, so I’ve had to keep a lot of it to myself. And, well, I have had a hard time knowing who to trust, too.”

Yoongi makes a small noise in his throat that Eunha can only interpret as acknowledgement mixed with displeasure. She can’t say she blames him.

She leans over to point to a file and says, “Start with this one.”

As he clicks on the file and hits play, Eunha sits back in her chair and bites at the nail of her thumb. The sounds of traditional Korean instruments fill the air of the studio, mixed with synth and a growing electric beat. She lets her eyes flit over to Yoongi who is sitting back in his own chair, head back against the headrest, eyes aimed at the ceiling. Looking at his expressionless face makes her more nervous so she goes back to watching the second tick by on the track on screen.

When the music finally finishes, no one moves for a moment. Finally Yoongi lifts his head and squints at the screen. “What’s that melody? Is it yours?”

“Ah, I adapted it from an old folk tune,” Eunha says. “From the early 1900s. But I tweaked it to give it a more modern appeal.”

Yoongi nods slowly. After another pause, he says, “Can I hear some more?”

A couple hours pass like this, Eunha growing more confident in sharing her work, including some things that are still works-in-progress. Yoongi is not overly effusive in his praise, but he shows a deep interest in her choices and the history she’s learned while doing her work. His continued interest and clear yearning to hear more is far and away praise enough for Eunha.

There is no talk of magic or vampires or death. They just chat about music. Eunha can almost pretend, save for the reminder from the pulling in her skull, that this is a normal life. She’s just responsible for her daughter and her music. Yoongi makes her feel, at least for this moment, that it’s possible. That having this is possible. That life can be this. 

Soon, Mina is crawling into Eunha’s lap and holding out her book to her mother.

“Did you finish, Mina-yah?” Eunha asks with a smile, taking the book. She opens the text and flips through it, admiring the fact that her daughter is reading far and above the comprehension levels for a 9-year-old. “Why don’t you go put this one back and pick out another one? Is there one still you haven’t read yet?”

The small girl nods and takes the book back. She scampers out of the room in search of a new book to read.

“Maybe this is a good time to go make some dinner,” Yoongi suggests after Mina disappears down the hallway.

Eunha nods and pushes herself out of her chair. Tonight Yoongi lets her help with dinner making, giving her small tasks to do while he fries up meat and noodles. Eunha tries not to read into how comfortable she is, that this is. As they sit talking about some up and coming artists over their empty dinner plates, she doesn’t want to pop the bubble they have found themselves in. But, as she glances over at Mina, who is settled on the couch watching Finding Nemo, she knows she needs to push a little bit, lest this newfound comfort prove to truly be an illusion.

As the conversation winds down, Yoongi swirls the remaining contents of his glass of whiskey. He seems content as a small smile graces his lips as he watches the golden liquid. Eunha takes a deep breath, steeling herself, and says, “I need to explain myself.”

Yoongi’s eyes move up to meet hers. He gives the smallest tilt of his head, as if waiting for further elucidation. Eunha takes another breath.

“I need- I feel like I owe you some kind of explanation for Thursday night, for why we’re here,” she says with an open palm gesture at the apartment.

“You don’t have to explain anything you don’t want to,” Yoongi finally says. “I don’t need anything from you. But I will listen to anything you want to share with me.”

Eunha nods, a small wave of relief crashing over her. She says, “I want to tell you.”

Yoongi nods and leans back in his chair, clearly intent on listening, just as he said he would.

“I’m not a necromancer,” Eunha says after a moment. To be honest, she’s not really sure where to start with this story or how much she actually wants to tell tonight, but this feels like as good of a place to start as any. She glances at Yoongi to see if he’s following and then quickly focuses her eyes on the table in front of her.

“My magic,” Eunha says slowly, trying to find the right word, and waves her hand around her in the air. “My magic is not the same as a necromancer’s. Necromancers bring broken souls back from death. They reanimate the dead, if you will. And I’m not a grim reaper either. They- Grim reapers don’t use magic, per se. They work with a different kind of soul bond to help the dead along their journey. Theirs is a certain kind of calling.”

She glances at Yoongi again, to see his reaction. He looks interested, eyes watching her. He doesn’t look bored as if he knew all of this, but doesn’t look so bewildered that he’s never heard any of this before. She allows herself to find a little hope in that, that he won’t throw her out immediately after this—maybe.

“Grim reapers can’t take just anyone on their journey to death. They deal in human souls only. Untainted souls,” Eunha grimaces at her own words, but she can’t think of a better phrasing. “Souls touched by Darkness are somewhat impervious to grim reaper soul bonding. So, vampires, for example. That’s why vampires tolerate grim reapers in the city. In fact, they are important for maintaining boundaries between life and death. When humans die, they often need help on the journey. Many don’t really want to leave.”

Eunha sees Yoongi nod at this out of the corner of her eye as she studies the pattern in the wood grain of the table.

She pauses to decide what to say next, how much to say next. She glances up again as Yoongi takes a small sip of his whiskey, his eyes still trained on her. She bites her lip for a moment and then says, “I’m not a grim reaper.”

She watches as Yoongi sets the glass down on the table again with a small clink. Then she says, “I can use my magic to help souls along their journey into death. I don’t actually control the souls themselves. I control the river, the waters, in death.” 

“I know some symbols for helping a soul cross the border between life and death, in either direction, but I almost never use them,” Eunha continues. She squirms a bit in her chair. “Except on myself.”

The silence between the two is loud and only interrupted by the quiet inane chatter coming from the television in the other room.

“There aren’t many like me. The magic needed to control the waters, to call the river, is confined to my family. So, right now, we’re kind of…it,” as she speaks, Eunha’s eyes flicker for a moment to Mina curled up on the couch.

After a long moment, Yoongi clears his throat. He picks up his glass and throws back the last remaining swig of his whiskey before he says, “So, that vampire. You, uh, helped the river in death carry his soul along?”

Eunha nods, eyes trailing the glass in Yoongi’s hand as he replaces it on the table in slow motion.

“And when you were in my car, you had sent your soul into death, to do that?” he looks at Eunha for confirmation.

She nods again and bites her lip.

“Okay,” he says.

Eunha’s mouth falls open. “Okay?”

Yoongi shrugs in his characteristic carefree manner. “Okay.”

Eunha looks at him for a moment. Maybe, she thinks, she didn’t do a good enough job explaining the direness of the situation.

“I, uh, killed a vampire,” Eunha says tentatively. Adding, as if it needed reiterating, “From your car.”

“In self defense,” he clarifies. “I think it was pretty clear he had ill-intentions. I don’t see how we could have gotten out of there any other way.”

“Have you, uh, interacted much with vampires?” Eunha asks, grimacing a little. She can’t tell if he’s being dismissive about this because he’s naive or experienced.

“Not a lot, no,” he says, his bottom lip jutting out into a pout. “But some. Most of the entertainment industry is backed by vampires of one clan or another, as you probably know. So, I’ve had training. And some run-ins at music shows and other places.”

“Okay,” Eunha says slowly. “Well, they don’t really take kindly to unsanctioned murder.”

The word “murder” hangs in the air like some kind of charged electric current as Dory sings “just keep swimming” in the background.

“It was in self defense,” Yoongi says again after a beat. 

“Yes, and let’s hope we never have to try to prove that to anyone, ever,” Eunha replies. “I can’t be found by the coven, Yoongi.”

He studies her face then, making note of the tense lines around her eyes and mouth, the set in her jaw.

“I said that grim reapers are tolerated, maybe even supported, by vampires. The coven allows for them to exist in this city, to keep the balance between life and death,” Eunha says.

“But you aren’t a grim reaper,” Yoongi murmurs. Eunha can see the shift in his eyes as he pieces together what she is saying. “You can kill vampires.”

“Yes, and if the coven finds me, I will die,” Eunha whispers. Then her eyes flicker over to the living room before finding the dining table again. “Mina will die.”

She hears Yoongi’s breath catch.

“They can’t just murder you, even if they don’t like your magic,” Yoongi tries to reason.

“We are alone in this city,” Eunha says calmly. “We have no connections. We aren’t backed by anyone. I am barely making ends meet with my job. We-”

“Yah,” Yoongi interrupts with a quiet but firm voice. Eunha sees a furrow in his brow when she looks at him briefly. “You might have been alone before, but you aren’t now.”

“But why?” Eunha says softly. She continues with an earnest tension in her voice, “Why would you say that? I implicated you in a murder! I brought vampires into your life and the possibility of a lot of  bad press and legal ramifications. You should be wanting to get as far away from me as possible. I’m a danger to you in every respect.”

Eunha scoffs under her breath as Yoongi shrugs. He says, “Look, I realize my actions don’t make sense. But I guess- I get these- I’m good at reading people. I’ve wanted to know more about you since the first time we met on the train. Did I expect it to turn into a tense stand-off with a vampire? No. I’ll be honest, that was not my first thought. I like your music. I want to collaborate. I think we could work well together, especially after today. I like you. I think- no, I know, I want to be your friend.”

He finishes his monologue with another shrug of his shoulder. Eunha stares at him open-mouthed, speechless. They sit staring at each other for a long moment. When Eunha comes back to her senses, she realizes how quiet the apartment is. She glances toward the living and can see on the far wall that the movie has been paused. Mina is climbing off the couch and making her way over to the pair of adults.

“Everything okay, Mina love?” Eunha asks, her voice cracking a bit, but she’s happy for the distraction.

Mina pads over, but veers to Yoongi’s side of the table. She reaches out and grabs his hand, tugging at it.

“Mina?” Eunha tries again.

Mina is pulling at Yoongi, back toward the living room.

“Ah,” he says with a small smile, standing up to follow the insistent little girl. “I think I need to go earn my Movie Buddy title.”

“Oh,” Eunha says in shock, reeling from the whiplash of the conversation. “Right. I’ll, uh, I’ll wash up the dishes.”

Yoongi looks back over his shoulder as he’s pulled toward the couch and gives Eunha a big smile. He says, mischief clear in his voice, “Sounds good, friend.”

Eunha scoffs as she picks up the dirty plates and mutters to herself, “Right. Friend.”

~

Eunha wakes up Sunday morning to the jolt as she feels the wards she has placed at the rooftop flat last week blinking out of existence. The feeling surprised her because she had assumed they would have broken the wards Thursday night when she and Mina made their escape. She supposed she had just missed the feeling in all the other things going on that night. To be fair, a lot of other things have been going on to keep her distracted.

She’s not sure what it means that the wards disintegrated on their own. She imagined the ghoul landlord Lee perished soon after his vampire did. A comforting thought. So, maybe he knew they had run-away without having to go up to the apartment. She decides that means no one else went poking around after the vampire’s demise. Perhaps there was no sire or family wondering what happened to their childer. Perhaps they were in the clear.

Eunha pauses when she realizes the tension along her scalp is almost non-existent and she takes that as a small victory for the day. Maybe the necromancer or whoever is disrupting the balance of things is finally moving on.

“Do you mind if the members come over this afternoon? We have this standing ‘game night’ which is more of an afternoon of getting together and eating. And I, uh, forgot it is my week to host,” Yoongi asks after breakfast, rubbing the back of his neck with his palm anxiously.

“Members, as in members of BTS?” Eunha clarifies.

“Yeah, not all of them,” Yoongi says with a nod. “We have a shoot this morning and some will be staying longer. But Namjoon, Jin-hyung, and Taehyung are free.”

“I see,” Eunha nods. “How will you explain…”

Her voice trails off and she lifts her hand to wave between herself and the hallway Mina disappeared down when she had finished eating.

“Ah, well, I thought I’d be honest?” Yoongi lilts his tone into a question. “I mean, we can maybe leave the vampire stuff out, for now, but I thought I’d just say you’re a friend who was in a spot of trouble and so you’re staying with me?”

“And they’ll buy that?” Eunha asks.

Yoongi hums in affirmation. “They’re good people. They could be your friends, too. If you want.”

“What time? I need to prepare Mina for new people.”

“Oh, will she be okay? I didn’t think- should I go ask her first?” Yoongi is already standing to make his way towards the guest bedroom.

Eunha bites her lip, completely endeared. She follows Yoongi down the hall.

Stepping into the open door frame she sees Mina sitting cross-legged on the bed with the book she started yesterday. Yoongi is already moving to kneel next to the mattress, so that he’s eye-level with the girl.

“Mina-yah, I have a question to ask you,” Yoongi says.

The girl looks up from her book into Yoongi’s face. Eunha still can’t believe how open her daughter is to him. She watches the exchange in awe.

“Would it be alright if three of my friends came over this afternoon? You don’t have to meet them if you don’t want to. In fact, I can tell them not to come if you don’t want them here,” Yoongi says, sounding a little anxious..

Mina watches him carefully, but gives no other response. Yoongi glances back over his shoulder to meet Eunha’s eyes with a questioning look in his eyes.

“Mina dearest,” Eunha calls softly from the doorway. Mina turns her eyes to her mother. “Uncle RM, Uncle Jin, and Uncle V want to come over and watch a movie with Uncle Yoongi. Do you want to watch the movie with them?”

Yoongi whips his head back to watch Mina’s response. When the girl turns her calculating gaze back to Yoongi, he says, “We’ll let you pick the movie, Mina-yah.”

Eunha watches with continued amazement as Mina’s eyes light up and she nods her head. Yoongi breaks into a big smile.

He says, “That’s great, Mina-yah. I have to go to work for a little while, but I’ll come back with them, okay?”

Mina nods again before dropping her eyes back down to her book.

Yoongi slowly pushes himself to standing and leaves the room, looking a little dazed.

When he’s back in the hallway, Eunha says, “Sorry, I turned your game night into movie night.”

Yoongi shakes his head slowly. “No, no, that’s okay. Thank you.”

“I have never seen her like that with anyone,” Eunha says, still disbelieving.

“She’s a great kid, Eunha,” Yoongi replies.

Eunha nods at that.

“So, she knows BTS?” Yoongi asks as they enter the kitchen to clean up breakfast.

Eunha laughs out loud as she stacks dishes in the sink. “Of course she knows BTS, she’s living in Korea.”

“Here I thought maybe it was because her mom is a hot shot PD in the same field,” Yoongi jokes.

Yoongi’s shoulders bounce up and down with a laugh. He is scrubbing off the dishes Eunha is handing him before he puts them in the dishwasher. He leans into her, bumping her shoulder. She doesn’t know if it was intentional or an accident, but the result is the same. Time feels as if it slows as she feels the warm buzz of his soul. For Eunha, feeling a soul is like feeling sight—and the feeling Yoongi’s soul gives her is immediately familiar. Flashes of her dream of an ocean of blue flowers set against the brilliant oranges and reds of a sunrise surface in her mind's eye. She remembers his soul.

Before she can catch her breath, Yoongi has already moved away to deposit dishes into the dishwasher and Eunha deflates at the loss. Other than reassuring snuggles with Mina, she has never craved the touch of another soul like this. She can feel the itch in her arms to reach out and bring that feeling of comfort back. It takes all her willpower to stop her body from moving of its own volition. The feelings are too much. She knows she can’t be responsible for another person in this way. Her heart can’t take it. As she carefully watches Yoongi close the dishwasher, the predominant feeling screaming through her body is terror.

~

Eunha hears the boisterous chatter and laughter of four members of BTS taking off their shoes at the entryway from her hideaway in the guest bedroom. Mina is already out in the kitchen preparing snacks. Apparently, she is quite smitten with the idea of entertaining some of Uncle Yoongi’s friends. Eunha tried to help, but was quickly shooed away. So, here she sits in the guest room, trying to sort through the rollercoaster of emotions she’s been on this weekend.

The chattering gets quieter as the men clearly make their way into the living space. Eunha suddenly feels she needs to at least be there to help Mina through introductions. She’d been doing so well, but what if someone doesn’t like that she doesn’t talk. They might think her rude. Eunha’s protective mother instincts kick into high gear instantly at the thought.

Eunha leaps to her feet and sees spots for a moment from getting up too fast. Before she’s even recovered, she is heading towards the sound of the voices in the living room.

On the coffee table in front of the couch, there are all kinds of snacks carefully laid out. Yoongi comes into the room, arms full of drinks, which Eunha supposes were too heavy for Mina to carry. Sitting on the couch are the three guests, piled practically on top of one another despite the ample space on either side of them. Mina is sitting on the ground directly in front of the television using the remote to find a movie.

“Ah, Eunha, let me make introductions,” Yoongi says as he sets the drinks down among the snacks on the table. He points to each man sitting on the couch as he says their names, “Kim Namjoon, Kim Taehyung, and Kim Seokjin, please meet Choi Eunha PD, Mina-yah’s mother.”

Each of the men, criminally more handsome and tall in person than on screen, scramble over each other to stand and bow respectfully in Eunha’s diection.

“So nice to meet you,” Namjoon says. “Yoongi has told us a lot about you.”

Eunha raises an eyebrow toward Yoongi. “Good things, I hope.”

“The best things,” Taehyung says with a boxy smile.

“I hope we will get to hear some of your music soon,” Jin adds.

Mina chooses Finding Dory, as everyone settles onto the couch and grabs snacks. Yoongi, with Mina nestled into his side, sits next to Jin. Eunha decides to sit on the other side of Mina, leaning against the armrest. She finds herself feeling pretty calm, especially after the tumultuous emotions she was experiencing earlier.

“I’m surprised you aren’t pushing Studio Ghibli in your own home, hyung,” Namjoon says.

Yoongi shakes his head quickly, “I have to be more secure in my title of Movie Buddy before I’m allowed to make suggestions. Give me time, Joon-ah.”

Eunha tries to smile calmly at that while it feels like the sun has burst inside her chest.

As the movie plays, the guys occasionally try to talk, but quickly realize if they are too loud or distracting they will suffer Mina’s pointed glare.

An hour into the film, Taehyung whispers, “You know what would make this afternoon perfect? Fried chicken.”

Namjoon snorts a laugh and Eunha can feel the shake in the couch cushion as Yoongi also tries to suppress his laugh.

Mina grabs the remote and pauses the movie.

“Uh oh,” whispers Jin with a giggle.

Instead Mina stares at Yoongi.

“What did I do?” Yoongi says in mock distress.

This time it’s Eunha’s turn to laugh. “Do you want Uncle Yoongi to order fried chicken, Mina dear?”

Mina nods, still staring Yoongi down.

“Oh, noona, that’s a great idea,” Taehyung says with awe in his voice.

“It was your idea?” Eunha says.

Jin bursts into a high-pitched squeaky laugh.

“Is that alright?” Eunha murmurs more quietly, leaning over Mina so Yoongi knows the question is aimed at him.

However, Yoongi is already pulling out his phone to order the fried chicken. Mina leans over the screen with him to help him select the seasonings with a point of her finger. Eunha leans back again, deciding to let Mina and Yoongi work it out themselves without her interference. She files away resolving how they are paying Yoongi back for all his generosity later.

Soon, they pause the movie again to let Yoongi get the fried chicken from the door and they all happily eat away at the greasy comfort food. 

“Jimin is going to be so mad he missed this,” Taehyung says with satisfaction as he leans back into the couch, full.

“I already sent him pictures,” Jin laughs.

Yoongi chuckles under this breath.

“Everyone hush,” Namjoon says suddenly. “I’m trying to hear the movie. Dory is trying to find her parents.”

Eunha smiles to herself as she takes another bite of her chicken, turning her attention back to the adventure on screen.

~

Eunha arrives at work the next morning in the best mood she’s ever been in while also being at work. The good feelings don’t last long, however. Mr. Kim is waiting for her outside her studio.

“Mr. Kim, is there something I can help you with?” Eunha asks in her most professional tone.

“Ah, yes, I hope so,” he replies tersely. “There are two men asking for you. I do hope you’ve not got yourself into any trouble with the authorities. I don’t have to mention how upsetting that would be for the company.”

Eunha swallows hard. With a small bow, she says, “Of course, Mr. Kim. Where are they? I'll go take care of this right away.”

“They are in the small conference room. I hope this doesn’t detract from your work for today,” Mr. Kim says. There is a clear look of distaste twisting at his lips. Without another word he walks off, clearly washing his hands of the problem.

Eunha walks towards the conference room, not even bothering to drop her things off in her studio first. She feels a bit like she is walking to the gallows, sweat trickles down her spine. She contemplates texting Yoongi on the way, but decides not to worry him before knowing what this is all about.

When she opens the conference room door, she wishes deeply that she had texted Yoongi. The two men in the conference are in black suits and wearing dark shaded glasses. They are bulky with muscle and tall. No wonder Mr. Kim had seemed squirrely.

Eunha steps into the room and the door shuts automatically behind her with a loud click. She swallows at the sudden tense silence.

“Is there something I can help you with, gentlemen?” Eunha asks in the most neutral voice she can muster.

“Choi Eunha-ssi? We’re here in regards to your connection to an individual known as Taro.”

Well, Eunha thinks, fuck.

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They kiss on the ring. I carry the crown (Chapter 5)

Chapter 1 ++ Chapter 2 ++ Chapter 3 ++ Chapter 4 ++ Masterpost After moving in with Sukuna, you see a more domestic side of the Yakuza King. But being the princess who lives in his palace also means that you can't evade the darker parts of his life. Because even though a big part of the city belongs to Sukuna, there are also other players in this game of thrones.

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: Mafia AU, smut, fluff, also some angst in this chapter Playlist: Mafia AU The songs for this chapter: Come through by H.E.R. ++ Millions by Always Never ++ Gimme love by Rosenfeld Word Count: 5.7k Warnings: 18+. This chapter mentions violence, blood on clothes and skin, scraped knuckles, implied murder (decapitation). Smut, some dark crime-related themes (Yakuza, implied violence, implied murder, gambling, alcohol, sex workers), use of the name Daddy, oral, fingering, creampie. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Moving into Sukuna's penthouse had turned out to be a brilliant idea. The added time you could spend with your lover was something the two of you treasured a lot.

And Sukuna let you know he liked it. He kept coming up to you with his typical sexy smirk, looking at you as if his eyes were undressing you.

"I like coming home to you. Or when you come home to me."

His words were accompanied by his strong arms wrapping around your waist and his body pressing against your back, letting you feel how much he appreciated your commitment to him.

Your meetings in Sukuna's home office were still a thing. You were sure you pretty much already knew all about his different business branches and how his bookkeeping worked. But you still joined him when you got home and saw that there was a light on in his home office.

You still slipped inside the door with a smile on your face and walked over to your man to sit on his lap and greet him with a long deep kiss. And he still looked so pleased to have his pet here on his lap and made sure to give you the attention you needed while he kept on working.

You spent many evenings on Sukuna's cock, keeping him company while he was still busy with work. Keeping him nestled in your creamy heat, your pussy throbbing around his hard length while you waited patiently until he was finished with work and would go over to the pleasurable part of the night.

But there were other things you shared with your lover now too.

If someone had told you a year ago you'd live with a Yakuza boss and experience downright domestic bliss with him, you'd have laughed heartily.

But that was exactly the case. The private version of the King of Tokyo's underworld was someone who enjoyed quiet evenings at home. He changed into sweatpants and a casual shirt and cuddled up with you under a warm cashmere blanket on the soft, oversized leather couch.

His touch was soothing when his fingers ran up and down your back lazily. And you sighed happily against his chest where your head was resting, listening to your lover's heartbeat.

And the two of you had acquired a new hobby: Watching crime shows together. Sukuna analyzed them for you, telling you what was realistic and what wasn't. He always made you laugh with his commentary.

"Maybe you should have changed sides and became a cop."

"Oh, I can be your detective tonight, baby. And you'll be my little criminal. Gonna fuck all the naughtiness out of you."

You laughed and kissed him, snuggling closer against his warm muscular body. And you knew that he would fulfill that sexy promise later on and really fuck your brains out, just like he did almost every night.

But dating a busy man like Sukuna meant that oftentimes you had to refrain from having him to yourself. Instead, he would have dinner with one of his business partners or visit one of his various establishments to see if everything was going according to his wishes.

But Sukuna always ensured that you were being taken care of on those evenings. You smiled when he had food delivered to you with little notes attached to it. "Sorry I don't have time for you, darling, but I'll make up for it later tonight. Enjoy your food!"

And once he got back home, he joined you on the couch or in bed and made sure to fuck you so thoroughly that you definitely didn't feel lonely anymore.

If Sukuna didn't have time for you several evenings in a row, he made sure to send his brother over to the penthouse so you wouldn't get too lonely. Yuuji was a sweetheart and good at keeping you company. And he always brought pizza from his delivery service.

Other times Sukuna called you at work, informing you that he was on his way back from a meeting and would love to take you out to dinner.

"My driver will pick you up in half an hour. Don't let me wait, princess."

You enjoyed those evenings in the city's fanciest restaurants but what you liked even more was when Sukuna came home to the penthouse and cooked dinner with you.

You were surprised to learn that he was actually good at that too. But he loved good food, which is why he took cooking courses at the best restaurants in the city. He knew what he was doing. It was sexy to watch him cook, seeing how confident he was in the kitchen too.

But most of all, it gave you butterflies to see how happy Sukuna was in those moments. The soft smile on his handsome face, the way he was so focused on preparing dinner but also took time to shower you with affection. It did something to your heart when he hoisted you up on the kitchen counter so he could stand between your legs and kiss you slowly.

The King of Tokyo's underworld was purring like a cat when you ran your fingers through the short hair of his undercut. He was so sweet when he kissed you here in his kitchen, in between feeding you some of the food that was simmering in one of the pots.

It was amusing to see The Tiger acting like a housecat, to see how gentle and caring a powerful and dangerous man like him could be.

You were invited to family time with Sukuna and Yuuji, getting to see a completely relaxed Sukuna. Your chest felt so warm when you watched Yuuji reaching out to ruffle his big brother's hair affectionately, and instead of an annoyed huff, Sukuna just grinned at him and pulled him against his side to ruffle his hair in return.

You couldn't stop smiling when you watched the two of them having a drink together after dinner, reminiscing about their departed grandfather and their childhood memories.

You knew that this was something very special. To be invited to those family moments. To be allowed to see the Itadori brothers as just that: two brothers who laughed together and teased each other and toasted to their grandfather.

You didn't have dinner with the Yakuza King and the Yakuza Prince. You had dinner with two regular guys.

And you realized one more thing. You weren't just in Sukuna's inner circle or part of his clan hierarchy. Instead, Sukuna had let you step into his most guarded sanctuary: Into his heart.

It was a few weeks after moving in with Sukuna when he dropped a bomb on you that you hadn't seen coming.

You were standing on the spacious balcony of the penthouse, letting the wind cool your heated face, when Sukuna joined you and, as so often, wrapped his strong arms around, resting his chin on your shoulder.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, just overlooking the nightly city. The glittering lights of the skyscrapers around you, the neon lights of the bars and arcades in the distance.

A big part of this city belonged to Sukuna. This was his Kingdom. But there were other players in this game of thrones too. The Zenins. The other big Yakuza clan in Tokyo. They were the reason why Sukuna wanted to talk to you that night.

"I promoted Nobara to become your personal bodyguard. She starts her new job tomorrow morning."

"What?"

You turned your head, looking up at him only to find him looking at you with a serious expression on his handsome face. His playfulness during dinner cooking earlier that evening was gone completely.

"I told you about the Zenins. Toji still has some connections, and he is sure they are planning something. So, I think it's time to take the necessary steps. Yuuji already has a bodyguard, but you need one too now that you are officially the woman by my side. You already know Nobara, so I think you'll get along fine."

Your first reaction was a blank stare. The notion of having a bodyguard seemed so crazy that it almost made you burst out laughing. But, on the other hand, you would be stupid to ignore Sukuna's warning. His world was a dangerous one after all. Before you could say anything, Sukuna added:

"The Zenins will know by now that you are associated with me, and I can't risk letting you run into one of them unprotected. I know your pretty little head is probably coming up with a thousand reasons why this is ridiculous, but trust me, it isn't. I pulled you into my world, so it's my responsibility to keep you safe. You get a bodyguard, and I'll instruct you on which parts of the city you should avoid."

Sukuna turned you around in his arms, so you were facing him. He reached out, and one of his hands cupped your cheek, caressing it lovingly with his thumb.

"If something happened to you... I wouldn't be able to live with myself. So do as I tell you, darling. Please."

He was looking at you with real worry etched in those beautiful maroon eyes.

Your heart skipped a beat at the concern and the love written all over his face. You leaned into his touch, put a hand on top of his, and nuzzled your cheek into his large hand.

"Of course, I'll do as you say when it comes to something like this. I trust you. And when you say certain things or people are dangerous, I would be stupid to ignore it."

You felt the tight grip of his hands loosen a bit, only now realizing how tense he had been, how worried.

You smiled softly at him, overcome with affection,

"But Kuna? Please promise me that you will always take the same precautions for your own safety, too, ok?"

Sukuna's eyes narrowed. He looked confused, and suddenly you realized that this was probably the first time he heard someone express worry about him too. He was used to being the strong one. The King, the one who ruled and in return offered his protection.

You had to gulp against a lump that was forming in your throat. In moments like these, you got a little glimpse of what it took to be in Sukuna's position.

He leaned down, letting his soft lips brush over your cheek and then over your lips,

"Of course, I do that. I always think about you and Yuuji. It's ok, darling. I'm not that easy to kill."

You had learned a lot about Sukuna's world. About the legal and illegal side of his business. But mostly, you only saw those things on paper. They were numbers in files, on the computer screen, in drawers.

It was rare that you got a more direct glimpse of what it meant that your man was the Yakuza King.

From time to time, you watched him disappearing into one of the backrooms of the casino, several important-looking people in tow. Or you heard him talking on the phone, giving orders that made your skin crawl.

"It's the third month in a row. Send someone over there to teach them how to serve me properly."

He rolled his eyes in annoyance and then turned to you to see your scandalized look and a smirk appeared on his face.

"Don't give me that look, princess. I'm not sending a killer to them. Just someone to roughen them up a bit. They are behind with their payments. I can't allow people to disrespect me like that. They pay, and I protect them. They stop paying, and they get taught a little lesson."

Luckily most of the time, Sukuna didn't get his own hands dirty. He had Yuta, Maki and Toji for that.

But there were some matters which Sukuna had to take care of himself. There were one or two occasions where you were sure you spotted some dried blood droplets on his collar, or you got a whiff of iron when he hugged and kissed you for a greeting.

It had to be a special case if he came home with signs of bloodshed on him. Most likely a run-in with some high-ranking member of another family. It was a question of honor that Sukuna had to see after these kinds of things himself. You didn't know what exactly that entailed. And you didn't want to know any details.

That was the part of Sukuna's world that still freaked you out. You knew it was best not to ask about it. Because if you didn't address it, you could pretend it didn't happen.

But sometimes, you caught yourself staring at your lover's hands, wondering how many lives those beautiful, strong hands had taken.

But did it matter? Sukuna was a good man to you. He was someone who was able to love. And he cared deeply about the ones he loved.

The hands that killed were so gentle on you, caressing your skin so lovingly until you shuddered with pleasure and begged him to give you more.

The lips that sentenced a man to death whispered sweet nothings into your ear while his strong body was pressing you down into the bed, fucking you slow and sweet, making love to you until you cried his name.

You knew that Sukuna wasn't a ruthless killer who killed people for fun. He avoided those things as much as possible, believing that it was more beneficial to forge alliances. But this only worked when the other party was willing to abide by those rules too. If they didn't, then Sukuna was ready to do anything that needed to be done.

You knew that many people would say Sukuna was a heartless monster. And he liked to act that way. It was always good to be feared.

But he wasn't heartless with the people he cared about. He wasn't heartless with you.

He loved you. He protected you. He held you every night in his strong arms, kissed you tenderly, and made you feel safe.

To you, he wasn't a monster. And you knew what you had gotten yourself into. You knew Sukuna would always be like the tiger on his family crest: A wild and proud creature that was dangerous by nature. He would never be a tame housecat. But even tigers were sweet to the people they loved.

You should have known though, that you wouldn't be able to evade the darkest parts of Sukuna's underworld. No matter how much he tried to keep you out of this.

You were the woman by his side now. The princess who lived in his palace. So you were bound to witness your King getting involved in these things.

You were sitting at the elegant dining table in the penthouse, eating a delicious meal the two of you had cooked together. It was a quiet evening, and the two of you were just enjoying your time together. Talking about your day while eating and sipping some way too expensive red wine.

Your day had been busy, you had to show a customer around three different residences, and he had been the type of customer who complained about every little detail. So having a nice dinner at home with your lover and a lazy evening on the couch was the perfect way to end this day.

But then Sukuna's phone started to ring.

This wasn't an unusual thing. He often got calls at all hours of the night. So you didn't think much at first, just rolled your eyes in mock exasperation while grinning at your man cheekily.

The grin faded from your face when Sukuna got up and excused himself before leaving the room for his home office. You heard the faint click of the door closing behind him.

You set your wine glass down and played nervously with the stem. Why did Sukuna feel the need to leave the room? Usually, he didn't mind when you overheard his business calls. So what had the person on the other end of the line said to him?

When Sukuna came out of his office, he wore a carefully neutral expression on his handsome face. You felt cold fear grip your heart. Something was wrong.

"Kuna? What..."

He interrupted you before you could finish the sentence.

"There is an urgent matter I have to take care of. Don't worry, darling. Drink another glass of that superb wine and get comfortable and watch a movie. I'll be back in a few hours."

Sukuna walked over to you and leaned down to cup your chin with one of his large hands and tilt your face up so he could capture your lips in a deep kiss.

His lips remained on yours for a moment longer, whispering against them:

"I love you. Promise me you will stay here and wait for me."

"I love you too. Of course, I will wait for you. Please be careful."

You didn't know what made you say it that night, maybe the inexplainable uneasiness you felt, but you added softly, voice barely louder than a whisper:

"Come back to me, Kuna."

He let go of you and took a step back, mustering you with a smirk on his face, but it was a bitter one, and the expression in his eyes was not amused but burning with a strange emotion.

"I'll always come back to you."

Sukuna was trying so hard to keep up the facade. He was trying to act unbothered as not to scare you. But you could tell that something was very wrong.

He left with steps that were just a little bit too fast.

You sat there staring after him as your grip around the hem of your wine glass tightened.

The following hours seemed to stretch forever. You did as Sukuna had suggested and drank some more wine. But it just didn't taste right anymore, and you ended up pouring it down the drain before you got ready for bed and snuggled into the dark red silk sheets to watch a movie.

It was all in vain, though. You couldn't follow the plot and didn't hear a single word they said on the screen. Your mind was somewhere else.

It was on the nightly streets of Tokyo. You saw flashes of some dark alleys behind one of Sukuna's bars or nightclubs. You saw a dimly lit locked room underneath "The Shrine". Your mind came up with several scenarios. One more horrendous than the other.

You hugged yourself nervously as you kept checking your phone for messages or calls that didn't come. Those were the longest three hours of your life, waiting for your man to return home to you, knowing he was caught up in something dark. Something that had made even him uneasy.

The ding! sound of the elevator door opening made you jump and then sigh in relief. Sukuna was home!

"Kuna?"

You half expected him to just disappear into the bathroom, hiding every evidence of what he had done so he wouldn't worry you. But to your surprise, you heard his footsteps coming towards the bedroom. You sat up in bed, looking towards the door expectantly.

Sukuna stopped in the doorway,

"I'm home, sweetheart. Are you enjoying the movie?"

Your eyes widened as you took in his appearance. There were dark-red splatters on his pretty face. You felt slight nausea creep over you. Was that blood?

You gulped hard but forced yourself to keep looking at your man. After all, he had made the decision to let you see him this way. Something he usually hid from you as much as possible. But not tonight. You didn't understand why. What was different tonight?

But as freaked out as you were, you didn't look away. You had told Sukuna you were ok with his dark side too. So wouldn't you be a liar if you turned away from him now?

You loved Sukuna with everything that came with it. And so you let your gaze travel slowly over him.

Yes, that was definitely blood on his face. Not his own, though. His face looked as handsome as always, smooth tan skin, perfect sharp angles, almost looking like someone sculpted him.

Your eyes traveled further down. Sukuna was wearing all black, so you couldn't see any red on his clothes. But his black dress shirt and black pants seemed to glisten wetly in the dim lighting of your bedroom.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled back. You drew in a breath. Sukuna's toned forearms with the tattoed black rings circling his wrists had red splatters on them too. It looked like blood rivulets had run down his arms, slowly drying on his skin.

You watched in morbid fascination as a drop of blood slowly ran down his thumb, gathered syrupy at his fingertip, and fell down. It landed on the white marble floor, vivid red on white.

You had sometimes spotted little blood splatters on his collar. Or smelled faint traces of iron when he hugged you. You knew, of course, what it meant, but it had been easy to ignore it and move on with life.

You couldn't ignore it tonight, though.

Sukuna was covered in blood. You struggled to understand why he let you see him like this. Did he want you to see the ugly truth? Was it some kind of test?

No, it was something different.

Because now you also became aware of the haunted look in his maroon eyes. You had never seen Sukuna like this. He looked shaken.

The King's mask had slipped.

Something had happened tonight. Something out of the ordinary. Sukuna was used to blood and violence. So what was it that was different tonight?

And another thing made you wonder. Your gaze was fixed to his hands. You had realized that not all of the blood was from someone else.

Some fresh blood was coming out of small wounds on Sukuna's fists. Why were his knuckles bleeding? You didn't get injuries like that from yielding a katana and delivering a swift, precise sword stroke to decapitate an enemy.

It had to mean that Sukuna hadn't just used his sword tonight. He had used his fists too.

You knew that was something that didn't abide by the code. The bloodshed had its rules, after all. There was a complex honor code underlying everything Sukuna did. So why had he gone astray tonight?

You didn't know how you managed to remain so calm. Your heart was fluttering in your chest, blood rushing in your ears, but your voice sounded steady when you said:

"Baby... you're hurt."

You had to be crazy. Sukuna had probably killed someone tonight, and you were worrying over his bloody knuckles.

But you loved him. He was your man. And if your man killed someone, there had to be a good reason for it.

There was a glint in his maroon eyes as he looked at you intently.

"I'm fine, my love. Let me clean up real quick."

You were on your feet before even realizing it.

"Let me help."

Sukuna cocked his head, looking at you curiously. But he waited there in the doorway, letting you come closer until you were standing right in front of him.

As appalled as you were by the blood on his clothes and skin, your need to touch him was stronger. The craving won, and you practically threw yourself at him and closed the remaining distance between you to cup his blood-stained face with both hands, getting on your tiptoes to kiss him with feverish urgency.

His hands landed on your waist, and he kissed you back hungrily. You smelled blood, and even the kiss tasted faintly metallic. Maybe there had been a tiny droplet of blood on Sukuna's lips.

The thought made you slightly dizzy, but the warmth of Sukuna's mouth and the sensual flick of his tongue distracted you enough to swallow down the nausea that had been threatening to take over.

You pressed your body against him, wanting to get even closer to him to chase away the nightmarish feelings that had been hovering in this room.

Sukuna moaned into your mouth, and his strong hands tightened on your waist to lift you up. You gasped into his mouth but wrapped your legs around him, not caring about the blood on his shirt.

This was the man you loved, and he needed you right now. So you would help him, would take care of him as best as you could. You pulled away just enough to whisper against his lips:

"Just use me anyway you need, Kuna. It's ok, take what you need. I'm yours."

His answering groan sounded desperate, hungry. And his hands gripped you almost painfully as he carried you to the bathroom. You were amazed that he managed to walk with such sure footing even while kissing you, but you were glad because you didn't want to stop and just licked eagerly into his mouth.

You only took a break from kissing when Sukuna set you down on the dark grey marble floor, his hands with the bloody knuckles tearing at your clothes almost savagely.

You did the same to him, unbuttoning his black dress shirt, feeling the slippery dampness on it, making it hard to open the buttons. But you refused to let this stop you or freak you out.

Just keep on kissing him.

And that's what you did. Your lips crashed against his again, moaning when his velvety tongue slipped into your mouth immediately, caressing and licking urgently.

He had yanked off your shirt and panties impatiently and was now helping you with his clothes, in between kissing you hungrily.

The moment he was undressed, Sukuna ushered you into the spacious shower. You felt warm water raining down on you while you were still busy getting drunk on Sukuna's lips.

His strong hands lifted you up again, and then you moaned loudly as he slammed you against the shower wall.

You wrapped your legs tightly around your lover's narrow hips, and your fingers raked through his hair, body arching against him needily.

"Just take me, Kuna. Fuck me as hard as you need."

His soft lips silenced you again with another heated kiss, swallowing the loud gasp that he elicited from you as he pushed his thick cock deep into your throbbing pussy with a brutal shove.

You both moaned into your sloppy, desperate kisses while Sukuna snapped his hips, fucking you hard against the shower wall.

The air got knocked out of you anytime his strong body shoved you against the marble tiles, thick cock splitting you open, hitting your sweet spot forcefully. The pleasure was intense, almost too much, but you didn't mind. This was what Sukuna needed, and you would give it to him.

You rested your forehead against his, watching the dark red bloodstains on his muscular body dissolve in the water that was pouring down on the two of you.

Loud, desperate sobs left your mouth as Sukuna's powerful thrusts became frenzied, torturing your sweet spot with such delicious force that you felt like you would shatter from the pleasure of it.

Sukuna came with a strangled cry, hips jerking as he filled you with his load. And you sobbed his name, pressing against him, showing him that you wanted to take every last drop of him.

Sukuna was breathing harshly as he buried his face in your neck and his soft lips kissed you more gently now.

He slipped out of you and set you down on the shower floor. But before you could do anything, he was already on his knees, soft lips trailing kisses over your inner thighs while his large hands caressed your legs.

Your eyes closed when his face found your core, and those soft lips sucked on your clit, making your head fall back against the shower wall with a needy moan.

Two of his elegant fingers pushed into your throbbing heat, fucking you gently while his lips and tongue kissed and licked at your sensitive, swollen clit.

You were cumming all over his pretty face only a short time later, shaking so much that you were glad about his strong hands holding you in place. You yanked on his wet hair, riding out your orgasm on his face until the last wave of it subsided, and you were able to open your eyes again.

The visual reminder of what had happened earlier that night had been washed away by the water. All the blood had disappeared down the drain, red color dissolving in water, just like the wine you had poured into the sink earlier that night.

There was no sign of bloodshed left on Sukuna's tan skin except some scraped knuckles. But the haunted look was still in his eyes.

You smiled at him, still a bit shakily, and petted his hair. Your heart ached for him, for whatever pain he had encountered tonight. The need to take care of him was so overwhelming.

You grabbed the bottle of luxurious shampoo that was standing on the rack fixed to the dark grey marble tiles.

Sukuna was still on his knees in front of you, his pretty eyes never leaving yours as you poured a generous amount of the shampoo that smelled like cherry blossom onto your palms and then proceeded to spread it over Sukuna's pink hair, massaging his scalp gently as you did so.

A faint smile was spreading over his face as the water rinsed the shampoo off his hair. One of his hands came up to grab yours and pull it to his lips so he could place a soft kiss on your palm.

"Thank you, my love."

Finally, Sukuna got up and reached behind you to get his shower gel, pressing his solid body against you. You couldn't help but moan softly at the feeling of his warm wet skin on yours.

You wanted more of him. It was an overwhelming urge. You needed to touch him again, feel him again, under your fingertips and on your lips and inside you. And he needed you too.

So the only thing that made sense right now was this: Your bodies pressing against each other, lips meeting in feverish kisses, hands tangling in hair, and running over wet skin.

The fresh scent of Sukuna's shower gel filled your senses, smelling just like him, so intoxicating and thrilling that it made your body yearn even more for your man.

Sukuna's large hands were massaging your back, spreading the shower gel over it, trailing down to your ass, and kneaded it firmly before his hands slipped between your bodies to cup your tits.

His lips were hovering over yours for a moment, driving you crazy. But tonight, he didn't have the patience to play games. Instead, his lips pressed against yours in another hungry kiss.

It was your turn to spread shower gel over Sukuna's body, caressing his tattoed skin gently. Your hands were running over defined muscles, tracing elegant black tattoos with your fingers, caressing and loving every inch of skin you touched.

You felt his taut abs flex under your touch, heard Sukuna's sharp intake of breath when your hand dipped lower and wrapped around his gorgeous cock, which was already half-erect again. You kissed his neck, sucking and licking at it as you stroked him, mouthing his adam's apple when you circled his thick tip with a finger.

His voice was a low growl,

"You're begging to get fucked again, huh, princess?"

"I can't help it. You're just so good at it, Daddy."

Your interaction was playful like always, but you could see that his smug smirk didn't quite reach his eyes. But you were intent on keeping him busy all night until he felt better.

You pumped his large hard cock a few times more before he groaned and turned the water off, urging you out of the shower and toweling both of you hastily dry with his fluffy dark red towels.

You got swept up into his strong arms once again, and this time Sukuna carried you to bed.

His muscular body was on you in a split second, pressing you down into the mattress as his lips found yours again. You welcomed him eagerly, wrapping your arms and legs around him, moaning when his swollen tip caught on your slick rim.

You were so wet for him, so ready for him to claim you one more time. And that's what he did. He fucked you again, insatiable and needy.

He rolled his hips in languid slow moves, fucking you slowly this time but with deep thrusts that made you cry out in pleasure. His lips silenced your noises, and his tongue licked into your mouth hungrily.

Sukuna's strong body was heavy on you, putting more weight on you than usual, but it felt so good, being claimed like this, trapped under him in a mating press, and all you could feel and see and hear was Sukuna.

You could tell how bad he needed you that night when his mouth opened against yours, and he moaned your name. Moaned it over and over again like a prayer.

He kept you on his cock afterwards, just rolled over, so you were both lying on your side, but he stayed deep inside you, strong arms wrapping around you tightly and holding you right there.

"Just stay here. Yeah, right there on my dick. Let me be inside you all night, darling."

You answered him by pushing back against him, nestling his thick cock even deeper into your tight heat. Sukuna was not the only one who needed the reassurance of being as close as possible to the person he loved. He was giving you as much safety as you were giving him.

After all, wasn't this what your role as the woman by the King's side was? Offering him comfort and emotional support in those dark hours? No matter how weak you might be, you were strong when it came to this. Only you could give him this.

Your hand landed on his toned forearm and caressed it tenderly, knowing that this arm had taken a life tonight, but it didn't scare you. Whatever the reason for Sukuna's action was, you trusted him. You knew he had to have a good reason. And that was enough for you.

Thank you so much for reading another chapter of my Yakuza AU! I hope you enjoyed shower sex with a bloody Daddy Kuna! I am so soft for him in this chapter aaaahhh!! You'll find out more about what happened that night in the next chapter. I had to split it because it got too long. Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me happy!

Do you like domestic Yakuza King Sukuna as much as I do? There's just something about a man like him being relaxed at home and only being soft for you! And I would love to hear his commentary on the crime shows lol. Sorry, I am in love!

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | Season 2

synopsis; park areum is a journalist who happens to get her life involved with the mafia leader war and havoc, lee jeno. areum’s brother was kidnapped by the japanese mafia na yuta and areum was able to successfully get jisung back— however with a price that she betrays lee jeno by selling out important information of his base whereabouts. it’s been a year ever since that day and areum happens to get involved in the mafia world again.

warning: mafia au/theme, thriller, action, romance, smut!!, lots of fighting here and mentions of blood, park areum is a bad bitch ykyk, dreamies are here for plot, love triangle!!!!, angst.. massive angst, death mentions of characters, alcohol mention, guns mention, switch!areum, switch Jeno!, rough kissing, gripping, degrading, praising, love scenes, unprotected seggs [wrap your willys sons pls, use it 😃], slowburn romance, prepare for a long ass ride.JEALOUSY, Exhibitionist scenes (almost caught etc) semi public scenes with sexual tension. PLOT TWISTS AND CLIFFHANGERS <3 THIS IS SEASON 2, CHECK SEASON 1 OUT BEFORE READING THIS SEASON PLSSSS.

PART 18 / 25. PART 19 LINK.

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the frothy, blue-green salt water crashes into the setting sun reflected, synchronised with the gentle ice cold breeze latching on areum’s and jeno’s skin. the couple sat on the blanket with a picnic basket. food scattered about, watching the pinkish blue sky in the distance.

the wave stops as it reaches the tide line and slowly rolls back into the churning ocean water. this relaxing rhythm of continuous lapping waves is almost music to their ears as it was continuously calming, almost like hypotonic.

jeno looking down at areum down below who had her head on his thighs resting by the side, the couple were happy surrounded by tranquility.

this was actually jeno’s idea to go to the beach, three days ago areum kept talking about going to the beach; so jeno made it happen. he drove her to a beach, had a picnic, played in the water for hours.

areum smiles when feeling lips kiss her cheek, she turns around sitting before kissing jeno’s lips softly. jeno looking smug at his lover, mischievous eyes scanning her up and down as she was no longer laying down. “Hmm?” jeno innocently hums.

the woman tilts her head, humming back. “hmm what?” jeno holding the waist and then cupping the little bump. “you’re beautiful.” he tells casually to her, areum pursing her lips back.

he caught her off guard by the compliment that left her blushing, her hand reaches down to the left over sweet toast, pushing it in jeno’s mouth as she fed him. jeno muffled words as he ate it in peace. “gosh you’re so flirty.” areum said to him.

jeno nods with a smirk. “absolutely i am when i have the love of my life” he verified her quick before feeding some of the sweet bread to areum, she happily ate it from his fingers with a short smile. “you’re corny.” areum replies.

“and it seems to me you like it considering you’re blushing.” jeno alleged with an assertive tone, he was confident in his statement and it was true; areum sighing. “you hear this peanut?” she jokingly adds.

he smiles leaning down, giving a kiss to the bump. “don’t worry peanut your mama is stubborn.” he told when pulling away, areum chuckling.

the couple slowly pack up the plastic containers that held food in it, jeno stood up as he helped areum up before taking the blanket. areum smiling at the man who took the basket, holding one hand out for areum to take.

“will do me the honour and take my hand m’lady?” jeno said charmingly said and areum rolling her eyes on the side, taking the hand softly. “let’s go jeno.” she urged with reddish cheeks.

the couple made it to the car and soon drove off, they’ll return to the cabin in no time. the beach isn’t that far, you could make it by walking to the beach if you aren’t carrying many stuff. next time the couple will go by walk and explore the other sides they haven’t seen yet. for now, the couple return home.

the car engine shuts down as jeno turns the vehicle off, he shifts the seatbelt off as he then turns areum’s seatbelt off gently, helping the pregnant woman to go out of the car. he took the basket and blanket with him, the sight of the cabin in the distance where the car was parked.

areum humming with ease as she goes forward walking up ahead, jeno following behind as he needed to lock the car.

the woman didn’t hesitate to go to the cabin and look for the keys, however something felt off now. jeno definitely caught on quickly the moment he saw a figure behind areum, his eyes dilating fast, his body reacting to run. “areum behind you!” jeno yells catching areum’s attention, her turning around only to be held behind a rough hand with a white wet strong phenomenon handkerchief, causing areum to immediately go unconscious as the person behind grabbing her tightly.

japanese members have found them…

jeno ran forward with no hesitation, dropped the basket and blankets. but then a hovering wall of Japanese members blocked him, and a strike from behind to his head.

his body was shut down, falling on the grass soil earthy ground, eyes wanting to shut down, however jeno stopping it as he was seeing areum getting dragged to an unfamiliar car. his breathing going ragged as he screams areum’s names constantly. until eventually his eyes shut and he goes unconscious. he could hear the foreign language in the peak distance, car roaring away.

a voice of light calls in the distance, an older male tone.

“jeno!”

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[mango-bango-bby]

Okay so i promised you i would request a mafia!yandere! hawks soo.

Hawks falling in love with maybe a baker or waitress. He has his men stalk you to make sure youre okay and to get any info on you. And after he has kidnapped you (or made his men do it) he took you a super cute cabin (or treehouse lol)far away from anything else and only he and a few of his men know about it. And he loves taking care of you and just cuddling with you after a long day just imagine him caging you in with his wings 😍 also could you please add the nickname princess thank youu!

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♡ Worth Waiting For ♡

(A/N: Not me posting another fic at 2am 😪😪 Ahhhhh I love this!!! I tried to get all the stuff you wanted in here but I might have missed some. I hope you like this!!! I like how this turned out,, but I love writing for Hawks so maybe that’s part of it lol)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, mafia au, very brief mentions of violence, Stockholm syndrome

Summary: You and Keigo cuddle after his long day *idk how else to describe this!!* (Yandere!Hawks x Fem!Reader)

❥ Mafia!Hawks, mafia au

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Keigo lets out a large sigh, happy to be met with the outside of the remote cottage he keeps you in. The flowers and vines all over the sides of the house. From an outsiders perspective, no one would think that someone was technically being held hostage inside.

Keigo opens the door, happily swinging it open, happy to be home with you! “Dove!” He calls, looking around he cozily decorated cottage. Normally you were sat on the couch or in the kitchen doing something, but you weren’t today.

“I’m in the bedroom!” You call out com the bedroom. You hadn’t gotten much sleep last night so you were trying to take a nap or rest for a bit, but you hadn’t been able to sleep just yet. And you would be happy to cuddle Keigo while you take your nap or rest!

You never thought that you’d fall in love with your captor, or that you’d even become a hostage to begin with. You were a normal person, you worked at a bakery.

Until Keigo came into your life. He began coming to the shop every single day, until eventually he couldn’t take just seeing you there and he ended up kidnapping you.

Keigo enters the room, flopping down face first into the bed, laying next to you. “Long day?” You giggle, Keigo groaning at your words. “The longest! You couldn’t imagine, princess” Keigo mumbles, pulling you into his arms. Much like normal, he wraps his wings around you, caging you in with him.

You knew that Keigo was very feared and you knew that he was a large part of the Yakuza. Although even with that, you still had no idea what he actually did while he was gone, but you don’t think you want to imagine it.

“I’m sorry that your day was so stressful” you mumble, growing ever more tired. You were already quite sleepy, but being in Keigo’s arms and caged in his wings made you very comfortable, making you even more sleepy.

“Hmm, it’s alright, baby bird” Keigo hums, pressing an affectionate kiss onto your forehead. “It’s worth it if I get to come home to my princess everyday” He continues, gently rubbing your back and watching your eyes flutter as you begin to actually fall asleep.

“‘M sorry, I keep almost falling asleep” you mutter, trying to sit up from the bed, only to not be able to because of his wings. “Don’t apologize, duckling, you can take a nap” Keigo says, pushing you back against the bed.

“But what about dinner and stuff?” You ask, Keigo chuckling at your words and still rubbing your back.

“It’s alright, princess! I can pick you up some takeout, we’ll have a relaxing night, yeah? Maybe we can watch a couple of movies too”

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

[nothing-but-haikyuu]

Chew Toy

Reader: F Character: Atsumu Miya Rating: E Summary: Atsumu dazzled in the neon light club. With black light paint splashed across his skin, his toned abs, specks in his hair, a grin on his face. Warning: Smut, Mafia AU, Sub!Atsumu, Bath Sex, Body Paint Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon

Atsumu dazzled in the neon light club. With black light paint splashed across his skin, his toned abs, specks in his hair, a grin on his face. The thump of the bass in his ears as he danced with the others in the club. You could see him from your seat on the balcony. You're little chew toy. Atsumu may have been a fox as a teenager but now he was just your puppy, you're carefree, happy, dumb puppy. He took well to the lavish lifestyle you provided him.  "Should i-?" Your assistant asked  "No, no. He's having a good time. He'll get playtime after" only a stupid person would not figure out that the game you and Atsumu played was sexual in nature. You took a sip from your drink and sighed as you watched the party go on. You put on this show, this was your club after all. Atsumu got sloppy when he was drunk, he was usually a well behaved puppy but when he got drunk he was a horny dog who's owner forgot to neuter him. You pulled him into the limo and his hands were on your breasts, getting tacky body paint all over your white dress. His lips were at your neck and his hard on in his little shorts brushed up against you.  "Eager" you chuckled, "did you miss me on the dancefloor?" "I always miss you, ma'am. Please let me fick you, I've been such a good boy, please." You pushed his blonde hair back and smiled "cute, get your paws off of me and I'll think about it." You groped his hard on with your other hand "okay, good boy?" "Please." He gasped You chuckled and got him off of you. You buckled.him in, when he whined you chuckled and said "don't look at me like that handsome, I'm not ruining these clean seats with your dirty cum" "Yes ma'am." He sighed as he relaxed against the seat, his sweaty back against leather. You rubbed his exposed thigh as you were driven home. Sometimes he could be a good boy when he wanted to be. When you got home, he trailed behind you, you held his hand and led him up the grand staircase and to the bedroom.  "Should I get cleaned up?" He asked as he pressed you against the door and kissed up your neck.  "Yes. I'd hate to get all that paint on our new sheets" you chuckled as you kissed him. His kisses were kinetic and lovely. They made you melt to your core and you thought they were just delicious. He happily took your hand and led you to the attached bathroom and his broad hands started to take off your dress, you'd need it cleaned in the morning due to the paint from Atsumu body on you. You peeled off his shorts with careful hands, exposing the sweet surprise. His cock bobbed against his toned stomach and he gave you a pleased look "Don't look so surprised ma'am, after all this is all yours." He purred. You ran a finger up his shaft and you smiled, "yes it is. Paid and signed for." You chuckled playfully.  You weren't his sugar mama, he contributed in his own way, he was studying kinesiology to help athletes and you couldn't be more proud of your puppy. You were happy he was studying. You hate dead weight especially in your field. He rolled his head back. Now nude before you, shorts on the floor, sneakers by the front door. His toned, paint covered body fully exposed to you. He looked like a graffitied Greek god. You took your dress off, and it was followed by your underwear and bra. All valued more than the rent Atsumu used to pay. Now he lived in your big house. You took him by the hand and led him to the bathtub. It was big enough for the both of you and you loved to just soak in it with your beloved. You turned on the water, testing it with your other hand until it was right then you guided him into the tub. He slipped in and washed himself with the water. You watched him for a moment as he sat in the warm water with a pleased expression on his face and his cock fully erect. He looked quite impressive. You smiled to yourself before you slipped into the tub and right onto his cock. You sighed blissfully and got yourself seated on him. He shivered in response as you put your hands onto his shoulders and got yourself more comfortable on his lap. You sighed happily, you loved a good throne. He groaned and tilted his head back before you focused him back on you, your breasts in his face as you started to move up and down on him. You clenched your thighs and moved up and down on his cock, he groaned and held onto your hips. "Who's my good puppy" you purred  "Me." He said almost dreamily, "fuck you're amazing." He loved the feeling of your tight cunt around his cock.  "And I love my little puppy, such a good boy even out on the dancefloor. I hate when you get covered in paint but a bath will solve that " you chuckled as you rolled your hips and picked flakes of paint off his skin. You leaned in for a kiss and scraped your nails down his chest, feeling the lines of his body. He gasped gently as you continued to ride him. You giggled and continued to move your body up and down his cock. You pushed the hair out of your eyes. He rolled his head back again and you chuckled. You loved when he got like this, overwhelmed with the feeling of sexual pleasure. He was such a good puppy, he beloved pet and lover. The water continued to drain from the faucet, you moved together, splashing it around and onto the floor. Your lips connected, your pants and moans filled the expensive bathroom. His hands groped your ass and you shivered under his touch. The paint mixed with the water on his skin.  "That's my good boy" you purred, "my excellent boy." You said with lust in your voice as you bounced on his cock. He felt like a dream and his pants and moans. Your painted lips found his neck, he gripped onto your plush ass and tried to meet you pace. You left lipstick marks and bites on his neck as you thrusted up and down his length.  "Fucking hell baby" he groaned, you knew he was close to orgasm. You couldn't help it, you were a greedy woman. You loved the touch of his body against yours.  "That's my good boy" You purred as you continued to move, determined to reward him for being a good boy. You reached over and turned off the tap so no more water came out then your hands found Atsumu's shoulders again and you continued to ride him He made you feel incredible, in a way you could never describe. He was perfection in your eyes, every inch of toned skin, kissed with the sun and that bright blonde hair. It wasn't long before he was finishing inside of you and you were continuing to rise his cock until you hit your own orgasm. You let out a pleasured shout as you finished against his cock. He let out a low groan and relaxed in the water as you broke his brain from the orgasm you gave him. His hands dropped from your hips and relaxed in the water. You smiled and got off his lap. Then you started to clean him off as he started to recollect his thoughts. Even with pleasurable highs, you still wanted after care and you wanted to make sure that he was alright. You kissed his neck gently and got rid of marks on his skin. He looked angelic all blissed out with a stain of your lipstick on his lips. He was a good puppy, a good chew toy that you intended to keep for a long time

[holylulusworld]

Ari & Leo (a Valentine’s snippet)

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day.

Pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, scenting, fluff, mafia au (implied), cuddling, omega pregnancy

< < Part 2 – Ari

Leo & Alpha masterlist

Around 2 months later, …

“Leo, no,” Ari tuts as your dog wants to sneak out of the kitchen to get to you. “I need to prepare breakfast for mommy first.” The Leonberger lifts his head and whines. “I know, buddy. She’s a little busy lately, isn’t she?”

Leo whines even louder and looks up at Ari.

“I said no, Leo. I need to finish breakfast and then we will go upstairs to surprise mommy. No more whining,” Ari points the knife he used to cut an apple for you at the dog. “Just a little longer. I know you are overprotective at the moment.”

Leo lies down, head resting on his large paws as he waits for your alpha to tell him to follow him upstairs. He huffs and whines but doesn’t get back up.

“You’re a good dog, Leo,” Ari rounds the kitchen counter to pat Leo’s head. “I’m almost done. Let me brew her some herbal tea and we can go upstairs.”

Leo suddenly jumps up at Ari to lick over your alpha’s face. “NO! STOP! BAD DOG!” Ari grumbles. “Don’t lick my face. Only mommy loves it when you do so.”

“Remember, no jumping at Y/N. No licking her face. No whining for attention. This is her day,” Ari tuts while walking toward your shared bedroom. “She needs all the love and kisses today.”

“Ari? Baby?” you call from the bedroom. “Where have you been so long?” 

“I was downstairs to make breakfast,” Ari opens the door. “No! Leo…dammit!” He curses as Leo runs inside the bedroom. Your dog jumps onto the bed and drops the red rose in his mouth to get some cuddles.

“Aw, you got me a rose for Valentine’s day puppy,” you wrap your arms around Leo’s neck to hug him. “Good boy. I hope the rose didn’t cut you.”

“I removed the thorns before I gave it to him.”

While your husband rolls a serving trolley inside the bedroom, your dog nuzzles your neck and cheek. You giggle and laugh as Leo licks over your cheek too.

“I told you to not lick everyone’s face,” your alpha sighs deeply. “Well, at least mommy likes it.”

“Yes, I do,” you snicker. “Wait puppy. I got something for you too, Leo.” You lift your pillow to get the brand-new chewing toy you bought for your dog out. It’s a red heart and makes squeezing sounds. “See, mommy loves you too.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N,” your alpha slowly shoves the serving trolley toward the bed smiling as you expectantly look at the breakfast he prepared. “We’ve got heart-shaped eggs and toast, your favorite tea, fresh fruits, and heart-shaped cookies made with love.”

“Aw, alpha. That’s so awesome!” you clap your hands. “Puppy, did you help daddy?”

“The big boy was lying on the floor, whining for his mommy,” Ari laughs as Leo is happily chewing on the new toy you bought for him.

“Wait, that’s not all,” Ari hastily says. “I got the whole package, ma’am.” You giggle as Ari kneels in front of your side of the bed. He gets something out of the pocket of his pants. 

“Ari, I told you I don’t need anything,” you cup his cheek with your right hand while you run your left hand over your belly. “You gave me everything I ever wanted, including Leo.”

“You love the dog more than me,” he grumbles but nuzzles your hand, nonetheless. “You’re lucky that you’re cute.”

“Come here, my big bear,” you open your arms and laugh as Ari immediately gets back up to wrap his arms around you. “Ari…you are suffocating me.”

“Uh-that’ll be an awful Valentine’s Day,” he sniffs at your neck. “Let’s have breakfast and then I’ll give you my gifts.”

“I got a gift for you too, alpha.”

Ari hums while happily nosing his way up and down your neck. He’s obsessed with scenting you since he got to know you’re expecting your first child.

Leo whines. He drops the chewing toy to nudge your side. The Leonberger sniffs at your belly, purring as he senses the baby inside of you.

“Leo, no! You can protect mommy from everyone but me,” your alpha tuts as Leo snarls in Ari’s direction. “We are a team; remember how we chased that stray alpha away?”

Ari and Leo lift their heads to look at each other. It seems like they are having a silent conversation. 

“What is going on?” you watch Leo make space for Ari. Your dog lies to your feet, head toward the door to make sure he’ll see any intruder first. “Leo?”

“He’s in a protective mode now,” your alpha concludes. “Leo’s protecting our omega, is all. Don’t worry. It’s a pack thing.”

“A pack?” you giggle. “So…you and my dog are a pack now?”

“Of course,” Ari sits next to you. He gets the little box back out and opens it. “I got you something special.”

“A heart-shaped diamond pendant?” you look at the pendant in Ari’s hands. “I got so much jewelry, baby. You shouldn’t have gotten me more.”

“It’s my heart. I mean…uh…it symbolizes my heart,” he says. “I know you didn’t want more jewelry, but I asked them to make it for me. I want you to always remember that you own my heart, body, and soul, omega.”

“Aw, you’re my cute big puppy too,” you tease before you softly kiss his bearded cheek. “You have my heart, body, and soul too, alpha.”

“I know,” he grins. “You’re putty in my hands.”

“I got something for you too,” you push the covers off your body to kneel on the bed. “Do you want it?”

“Yeah…” he purrs low in his throat when you move your hand under the pillow again to get an ultrasound picture out. “What is it?”

“A surprise!”

“Show me, baby girl.”

Ari holds out his hand for the ultrasound picture, wrinkling his nose as he’s got problems seeing anything on the picture. “Uh…”

“Our pack will get even bigger than we thought,” you move closer to whisper in his ear. “You’re so good alpha, you put two pups inside of me.”

“TWO!”

Leo lifts his head and watches you crawl onto your alpha’s lap. Ari opens his mouth, gaping at your dog but struggles to get the words stuck in his throat out.

“I—we…two…”

“Yeah, two,” you nuzzle your face in his neck. “You’re a potent alpha. I knew it. My big bear got big sperms too…”

“Leo we must protect three from now on,” Ari whimpers. “What do we do now, buddy? Three! We…maybe we need another dog?!”

Leo gets up to move closer to you and your alpha. “Relax… Leo got this alpha…”

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[earnestly-endlessly]

kind of an odd request — do you have fics where erik is grumpy with everyone else but a ray of sunshine with charles?

Hi anon, thank you for the ask. First and foremost, I'm so sorry for how long this took me but I've been searching for all the fics that come to mind that fit your request. Second, this is not an odd request because I love this trope so much. I mean, it's basically canon that he's grumpy with everyone except for his Charles, right? Anyway, I might add to this list later on, but I can't sit on this any longer and hope that you have found some fics that you enjoy!!

Fic Recs Where Erik is grumpy with everyone but a ray of sunshine with Charles

Twice as Blind – Darksknight

Summary: Erik is probably the biggest asshole on the face of the earth, and because of this, he'll probably die alone. Charles is a complete flirt and playboy and, probably, will never commit to anyone ever.

(The lesson here is that when you have two friends who are BOTH secretly seeing someone, well, it's probable that they're seeing each other.)

In the moonlight, on a joy ride – scarlettblush

Summary: Librarian AU. Charles is the young librarian and Erik is the college student who is completely besotted with him.

The Proper Care of Actors – Clear_Liqueur, Clocks, Etherei, afrocurl

Summary: Erik is an A-list action star who is notoriously difficult to work with, until the day he gets cast alongside Charles Xavier, rom-com darling who can charm the pants off movie audiences the world over and apparently even one Erik Lehnsherr. The paparazzi catch them out and about soon enough, and their real-life Hollywood movie romance becomes instant tabloid fodder.

Rumor Mill – ikeracity

Summary: Erik is the grumpiest, most foul tempered worker at Stark industries. His grumpiness is the stuff of legends.

So it's obviously the talk of the office when Erik is being made to go to the company party and he's bringing his husband. There's rumors flying round about how much of a masochist or equally antisocial bastard Erik's husband must be to put up with him. Others think he must be a meek mouse perhaps bullied by Erik.

What they weren't expecting was the confident, charming, adorable and unbelievably nice Charles that turns up on Erik's arm. What they certainly weren't expecting was how much Erik obviously adores his husband and how happy he is to let others see this.

Work/Life Balance – pocky_slash

Summary: Alex is pretty sure his weird, anti-social boss is a robot. Right up until the guy's adorable husband shows up. His adorable husband who happens to be a famous actor. His adorable husband who happens to be the very same famous actor who was the source of many of Alex's teenage fantasies.

Terrifying Domesticity – ishipitsobad

Summary: Erik is the most dangerous and notorious mafia boss around for miles, and yet the strangest things terrify him.

For example: his children, and his very pregnant mate.

Of kittens and teacups and love – Ren

Summary: Modern AU in which Charles and Erik are flatmates. Charles studies psychology and likes tea and chess and keeps bringing home stray kittens, and Erik lets him because he's maybe perhaps a little bit sort of in love with him.

Fools Rush In – LoveSupreme

Summary: Erik owns a cafe on the edge of campus and accidentally starts maybe-stalking a Biology Professor there.

Growing Pains – ikeracity

Summary: Twelve-year-old Erik Lehnsherr is an angry, closed-off foster kid with trust issues and a bad temper. Ten-year-old Charles Xavier is a lonely kid in boarding school who just wants a friend.

Logan pretends he doesn't think they're both fucking adorable.

Series

Home Together (The Finding Our Way Remix) – significantowl

Summary: Erik is not the sort of person other students strike up conversations with. His expression, his posture, every part of his manner say: Don’t talk to me. I don’t want to talk to you. But none of that stops the boy ahead of him in line with the collapsible white cane, and nothing can stop Erik from falling for him, like it or not.

Melted Ice Cream and Macaroni Art – pocky_slash

Summary: Everybody likes Charles. Nobody likes Erik. And that's really the source of Erik's doubts. Also, there's ice cream and a baby. Part of ‘the Daycare’ verse.

Walling in or Walling Out – stlkrchck

Summary: Erik stifles a sigh. Of course this is Mr. C. F. Xavier. Of course.

For the prompt: Charles and Raven are throwing a holiday party. Erik is the grumpy neighbor who is annoyed by how loud they are being. So he goes to complain, and Charles makes it up to him.

(Wise Men Say) Only Fools Rush In – wildelybroken

Summary: After reading a fic where Erik and Charles are super sluts, meet at what is presumably Raven and Emma's engagement party, and end up sleeping together, I made the following comment and just inspired myself.

"They start casually texting each other throughout the day, maybe while they’re bored or frustrated at work, and start out meeting up and sleeping together semi-frequently. And eventually they accidentally start dating without noticing it at first, not until Raven and Emma get them alone and are like “wtf you two super sluts are actually dating??” And at first they deny, but then they’re both like “holy shit, we are!” And they meet back at one of their places and they don’t have to say anything, they just look at each other and come together immediately, kissing passionately and ~making love~. In the middle of it they realise that’s what they’ve been doing for a long time now and they confess their love to each other and they live happily ever after because they deserve all the good in the world."

For Charles – Shigai

Summary: Tired of being told he has to find his 'heart', classical piano graduate Erik Lehnsherr decides to travel to Italy and drink from the famous Italian passion for music. While searching for it, he meets Charles Xavier, a graduate in Fine Arts who is basically travelling around the world perfectioning his technique, and who will turn his world upside down.

Together they will discover that, sometimes, what you thought you didn't need is what you needed the most.

Erik Hates People – Anonymous

Summary: Erik hates people- it's his rule, a way of living.

Sugar – humanitys_cutest

Summary: Erik glances at the clock for what feels like the tenth time in less than half the minutes. It feels like he's been in some meeting or other since the day started almost 10 hours ago, and he's had just about enough of listening to these pompous old men discuss what would be the best design for his building like they know anything about it. He tries as subtly as possible to massage his temples to assuage the building migraine, but he knows it's no use.

He just wants to go home.

Everyone Likes Charles – Rosawyn

Summary: '“Everyone who's met him likes him.” Cain's grin was even stupider than before. “Once you meet him, you'll see.”

It was almost like a challenge then. And damn. Erik hated saying no to a challenge.'

Still Going Strong – JackyJango

Summary: Speaking of forty-eight, Erik hates it. Hates it even more that others are aware of it. While he’s pragmatic enough to know and accept that aging is inexorable, the increase in number gives the people around him the freedom to pounce at him with questions, opinions and advice he'd fought to keep at bay all year.

Besides, Erik believes that youth is a state of mind, not a phase in one’s life.

You have a child’s mind in a man’s body, Charles constantly tells him.

But despite his age, Erik is healthy. He works out daily. His muscles are steel and he can dead-lift four hundred pounds. He can break bones without breaking a sweat. Most importantly, he can still carry Charles to the bedroom and fuck him senseless. And as long as Erik can do that, he’s perfectly happy.

All I know is pouring rain and everything has changed – hllfire

Summary: Charles meets Erik, the man he had heard about many times from his sister and some friends, on a rainy Sunday morning. The stories about Erik paint him as a distant and intimidating man, but Charles finds out that maybe the stories had been wrong.

How to Successfully Ruin Your Life – humanveil

Summary: Seventeen-year-old Charles Xavier accepts a job at his local café, expecting nothing more than a fun, new pastime. What he gets is a mysterious customer and a schoolboy crush.

Stolen – ishipitsobad

Summary: Erik is a miserable, grumpy, cantankerous bastard, and he has every fucking right to be. He drew the short end of the stick when he got the Underworld as his domain, and there isn't very much fun to be had in judging and governing dead souls who would rather be anywhere else but with Erik in the depths of Hell.

So when he meets Charles, brilliant and lovely Charles who is more popularly known amongst the mortals as Persephone, and feels the promise of something wonderful that could make his eternally doomed existence infinitely more bearable... you can bet all your drachmas Erik's not going to let Charles go any fucking time soon.

Erik Lehnsherr's Guide to Saving the Universe By Meeting Your Soul-Mate and Falling in Love in Less than 72 Hours – magneto, pangea

Summary:Army Pilot Erik Lehnsherr is just trying to enjoy his day off when a mostly naked person crashes through the roof of his car. Even more alarming, the strange falling naked person—who goes by Charles Xavier when he's not speaking an ancient dead language—brings tidings of the apparent potential end of the world, and begs Erik to help him put a stop to it.

Well. His mother has been nagging at him to go out and meet new people.

The Theory of Partnership Dynamics – Pangea

Summary: “Detective Lehnsherr, how wonderful to see you out on the job!” The fed in the front greets him as they draw nearer. He’s shorter than the other two by a full head, and he’s beaming at Lehnsherr as if completely undeterred by Lehnsherr’s paint-peeling scowl.

“What do the feds want?” Lehnsherr asks bluntly.

“You know I can’t tell you that,” the fed answers cheerfully. Then his gaze lands on Alex, and, impossibly, his grin gets even brighter. “Did you get a new partner?"

“No,” Lehnsherr says through his teeth while at the same time Alex says, “Yes.”

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Valentine’s day- Baker!Bruno Bucciarati x Leone Abbacchio

No mafia!AU, fluff

Could love be felt in the air? Nonsense. Abbacchio never understood the meaning of this holiday. 13th of February. Tomorrow all the couples will celebrate together, maybe go to a cafe, or stay home and watch old movies while drinking wine. Grocery stores were overflowing with chocolates in heart-shaped boxes. Leone hated Valentine’s Day. But if it meant so much to people, he was definitely going to use it. Going to a small bakery, Abbacchio already imagined how he would explain himself. Opening the bakery door in the nose hit the smell of cakes and chocolate. Almost immediately Leone heard a friendly voice:

-Abbacchio, what a pleasant surprise! What brought you to me today?

It was Bruno, the man Leone was deeply in love with. So kind, talented, always ready to help. And he need to say something immediately, if Abbacchio wants to stay here with Bruno. 

-You know, I really need help now!

This is the first thing that came to Abbakkio's mind. Bruno could not refuse requests for help.

-Really? Spill it out then. 

Said Bucciarati softly. 

-I really like somebody and I would like you to help me do something nice for them… I don't know …chocolate maybe?

Silence. Bruno looked surprised at his answer but after a short silence he replied. 

-I'm surprised that you like someone Abbakio, it's really great!  Let’s go to the kitchen, in such situations I just have to help you!  I'm sure this person is really special to you.

Abbacchio sighed with relief. It wasn't even as hard as he imagined. 

The kitchen was made in white shades. Very spacious and clean. Of course it is clean, Bruno would not have tolerated dirt in his kitchen. All the kitchen utensils were laid out in their places and waiting for their turn. 

-I think we can really make chocolate.  What does your crush like?  Milk chocolate or dark? We also can add different nuts or raisins. 

Here Leone really thought.  What chocolate does Bruno like?  He never asked.  Here you really need to be very careful not to arouse suspicion.

-I'm not quite sure. Why don’t we just make milk chocolate?

Abbacchio replied quickly.

-Sure why not. Classics are always good.

Leone would never have thought that making chocolate could be so difficult. It seemed that the cooking of chocolate would never end. But Abbacchio was glad. He was glad that he can see little things in Bruno. As he happily inhaled the smell of chocolate. Or constantly make sure that all the ingredients are in their place. Or as he took a small spoonful of some chocolate to taste it. Leone liked all these little things. 

But after a while Bucciarati already wrapped the chocolate in a beautiful box with a cure bow. 

-It’s finally ready.

Said the black-haired man with a cheerful tone giving the box to Abbacchio.

-Now you can please someone close to you, isn't that great?

It’s time.

Abbacchio cleared his throat and began to speak.

-Actually, I want to give you this chocolate. You mean a lot to me, Bruno. I will understand, if my feelings are not mutual, I just want you to know. You are a wonderful person. So kind, even to me. You always know how to joke and make everyone laugh. I am very comfortable with you and I love our conversations… sorry, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I’m already going home.

He had already turned to go when he was grabbed by the arm and pulled into a tight hug. Bruno smiled softly.

-Don't you want to go somewhere tomorrow?  Only the two of us. 

Leone was surprised, that his feelings were mutual. He hugged Bruno back and whispered:

-That would be great. 

author's notes: I know guys that there’s no Valentine’s day in 10 month, but I just couldn't help but expose it >.<

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Angel With A Shotgun

Summary: The Novak family was big talk,but not nearly as famous as the L/n’s. Togther they can be unstoppable,so what say family ties like guns,drugs,money,and murder?

Paring: Michael!Dean x Male!Reader

1900's Mafia/Gangsters AU

A/N: this is a Micheal fic,but its him in Dean's body so like...idk its the same snake different skin. Also Chuck is referred as Charles

Warning:Blood,guns,knives,gore,torture,swearing. Homophobic comments like just a few. No proof reading

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The Novak's that a family that was one of the most feared yet respected. The way people talk about them down south you'd think they were inspiration for the Bible itself. A man by Charles or Chuck Novak is the head honcho with five sons to help him run is kingdom.

The youngest is Castiel he was probably the nicest of all his siblings,but also the most protected with three other brothers, Gabriel is the definition of trouble and if he slipped up head could easily get lynched good thing he puts that silver tongue to work. Raphael was one of the more head strong,but sadly he was shot when several rivals attacked at on of their bars. Lucifer is the second oldest and the most hot headed with a temper to match the black sheep in his family if you will, then last,but not least Michael he was something else entirely the play boy,a demon is a flat cap and tailored suit.Now that the Novak's have been introduced the world's most feared gang the L/n's is one family not to be fucked with.

(Father's name) leading his kingdom no...empire with his wife (Mother's name) and togther they had only two sons. The second born William and the oldest M/n. William wasn't much involved with the criminal side of the business,but his big brother was the prime example of a gangster. No one besides the L/n gang has seen him he stays out of newspaper coverage and that only allows his terror to run ramped. A man with no face and a title of Satan himself made the oldest Novak just a little timid when he found out. "WHAT THE HELL!!!" Michael threw the newspaper on his fathers desk in anger the older man looked up after glancing at the paper. "I'm due to be wed to a L/n and none the less a man! I can be hanged for so much as saying I do and it IN THE FUCKING BULLETIN!!!" He was seething with hatred in every word. Michael will admit it hurt a lot finding out he was to be wed by the slight disgust look he got while grabbing the paper before getting coffee. "I wanted to tell you sooner,but you were handling something. There's no way out of this a deal was made before you were born me and (Father's name) have been waiting for his wife to bare a girl or your mother to do the same,but your mother's untimely passing and (Mother's name) having gone unfertial our oldest are due to wed." Chuck sighed taking off his thin wired glasses.

"You two were once friends,but I guess time got rid of those memories." Chuck sat down his spectacles down looking at his son. Michael turned to father with shock evident in his eyes. He was friends with M/n L/n the man with no face. Everything was too foggy. The shorter male stood up to a shelf in the office and grabbed a small match box opening it looking around before pulling out a picture. Handing it over to his son he sat back down. "He was one of the only people you'd go to when you were a baby. Heavens he was probably the only person you liked,but when he was five and you were three the fact that our business was centered around blood and there's on bonds it became a fight,mafia versus a gang, and you guys saw eachother less and less till around the time Luci was born not at all." Chuck sighed. The young man was in shock a little boy maybe two or three was cuddled up to a baby in a pale blanket that he remembered was blue fully awake and if the picture could come to life he's sure the boy was humming all while rubbing the infants back.

"No ones seen a picture of him in twenty six years and he was on his fathers hip with a match box car. He's in town and should be coming for dinner here by himself in three days time. So til then keep your brothers in check we don't need them to shoot the young man with a stray bullet." With that Charles dismissed his eldest son as the green eyed boy stormed off in a huff. Michael started to do digging. M/n L/n was in headlines weekly in every post known to man from shootings,assassination,and gangbanding to rumors of his love-life,what he wears,and people claiming to have met him. One thing caught his eye that made him falter. "Gangsters M/n L/n Captures Murderer" that when he started reading the full paper that crumbled a bit due to age. Maybe he's not so bad the guy he caught never saw a courtroom,but met a far worse end all because he caused problems with his people. It was admirable the brunette knew he'd do the same,but not just for anybody. Marriage wasn't settling well with him that didn't mean it felt completely wrong.

One day later

Looking in the mirror Michael watched as his maid adjusted his tie while another smoothed the wrinking in his white button up and vest of his three piece suit. As the oldest he had business to handle people to keep in line. When their hands left his body they scurried out of the room rushing to be down stairs before him. His dress shoes met the floor as he grew closer to the door his youngest sibling ran up next to him. "Can I come,please!" His raven head of hair and doe blue eyes almost made him cave,but with a firm look he gazed down at him. "Sorry little raven,but I have things to handle another time." The pout on Castiel lip didn't move as he held up his hand his pinky out. "Promise?" Interlocking with the ten year olds pinky. "Promise." With that he happily skipped away to play in the garden.

Out the door he went. His flat came on his head and coat thrown over his shoulder his effects tucked in his waistband. Screams caused him to smile as he stood before the butcher on payroll. He wore the man's leather apron having abandoned his tailored suit jacket in the front of the deil. "Were is my money?" He cut the man some more as he continued to scream in pain the white fire from the rusted meat hook in his shoulder flaring with each jerked motion. "Help please!" He yelled all of a sudden in the past hour he hasn't called for assistance. "No can do." A deep voice said behind the oldest Novak turning around sharply his green eyes clashed with e/c. The man looked like anyone off the street his shoes tattered and clothing dirty form labor no bet. "I came for my five notes." The didn't seem fazed at the torture. "Fuck you gypsy scum!!" The pig of a man responded as the tall s/c man crept closer gripping a knife Michael was using. "I just unloaded a load of meat in the summer heat that would give the devil a sweat and all I asked for my effort was five notes nothing more nor less so cough of the money that you clearly owe both of us or I'll carve it out of you and make you squeal like the piggy bank you are." His tone dropped further the blade under the man's fat chin and the Novak felt aroused at the threat. This guy meant every word when the hanging man spat in his face the off color of snuff and blood made the normally clear liquid seen and thick. Let's just say Michael sat back crossing his legs in a attempt to compose himself as the man hit pitches not even the girls in the church choir could master. The heavy weight man forked over the money then some I got my full and he ended up giving the mystery man a hundred notes if he made the pain stop after pocketing the money he shot the man.

He turned around and began to leave when the brunette stopped him. "Wait! I give you my thanks friend he was stubborn for a hour almost" The h/c man turned looking at him giving a smile tilting his head for the Novak to follow as he stepped out the deli. Scrambling he walked down the street next to the man their attire clashing a well tailored suit next to rags that looked more like a potato sack then cloth. "Glad I could help a fine looking fella like yourself." His flirtatious grin caused butterflies to run ramped in Michael's guts. As they walked down the street they slowly moved from the good side of the town to the slums. No cars drove on the gravel a fire hydrine spat out water for all the children playing around it,women hung up clothes on wire between tenements and men looked more like the mysterious gypsy next to the Novak. Speaking of the mystery man he went to each crowded tenements door and knocked the women or young men of the families came to the door and he handed over twenty notes each. The women cried and clung to his tall figure and the boys almost men looked at him in wonder like a hero before running off to tell the adults of the place. "Why did you do that?" Michael asked as they walked out of the town. "You worked for that money and gave it all away." He was confused he's never seen a man work for a family that wasn't his own.

"They need it more. Schools out the children don't get meals and the men work hard to feed them at least a meal a day. I'm alone here no lover or children with the energy and muscle to work." Novak wasn't sure before,but he was sure now this was love and it felt better then any harlot he could spend the night with. "Thats very admirable of you." Michael complmented which was not a normal accuracy. "It was truly nothing to admire,handsome. I'm not saying I'm amazing,but sometimes I'm decently above average. That's what people need someone decent enough go care."

Before he knew it they were back on his side of town and getting closer to the business. "It's been a pleasure,Mr. Novak." The man dripped his head as he turned to leave somewhere. "You know who I am and I don't even get a name." He turned back around and got closer to him his chest pushed up against his till he was pinned to the wall he leaned down his lips so close to his face just out of reach. "I'm N/n,but you can call me the man of your dreams." Michael almost leaned up to peak his lips when the warm body pulled away taking with it the lust filled tension. N/n turned and left out of sight that night was full of the man tossing and turning dreaming of the e/c man that made him feel high as the clouds above. N/n smiled as his men drank around him he finally saw his baby boy all grown up and he's taking what's his this time.

Two days later=Six Hours Before Family Dinner

The buzz of the New Yorker coming to Kansas was the rage. Any man that was new in town was watched like a hawk by commoners and the Novak's. Michael was no longer looking forward to this marriage he didn't want this man no matter who he was. N/n stole his heart like a petty thief and ran away from him. No one in Kansas knew who he was a s/c skinned,h/c haired,e/c eyed gypsy was all he had to go on no last name just a image that burned bright in his mind. Michael sighed as he left his office and went down to the bank he needed enough cash on hand to throw away on booze and maybe angel dust. People parted for him like the red sea and he easily got money when gun shots went off. The teller in front of him fell to the ground wounds ridding his body and Novak turned to see men...no boys with guns.

"Everyone get down on the ground. We've come only for the money we won't hesitate for blood as well." The group chuckled as the leader smirked people shook as they easied to the ground all except Michael who stood tall. "Ah! If it isn't Michael Novak no men to protect you now." A man he didn't realize came behind him hit him over the head with his gun causing him to fall to his knees. "Pathetic." The band of thugs leader grabbed the Mafia bosses chin looking and the blood coming from his brow. Someone stood from on their knees a flat cap covering their hair and a long trench coat that was only slightly open. "It would be in your best interest to leave,boys." They all train their guns at the man. "Why's that,you motherless bastered?" The man turned his gaze upward deadly sharp e/c orbs looked at him and Michael was in shock it was N/n. "Cause I have twelve guns ready to blow holes in you and your men." After his words ten men stood up all wearing the same clothing flat caps,overcoats,and suspenders with a Tommy on every man except the leader. The cowardly man looked frightened looking around keeping his gun on the s/c man. "I only count ten I still have the upper hand." N/n gave a devilish smile that made Michelle gaze on love struck and excited for what's to come. His gray trench coat hit the floor and two sawed-off shotguns in each hand. "Upper hand you say?" He pulled both triggers the left one killing the man sending himself flying back and the right killing the man behind Michael blowing his brains painting the tan walls this made the others fire as well. The bodies of the criminals and one civilian litter the floor.

N/n sent the men off to get the people out as he walked up to the bleeding Novak. "Thank you." His green eyes gleamed making the standing man give a grin as he held his hand out to help him up. "Consider it a gift from M/n L/n." The gleam disappeared from his eyes his soon to be husband was in town has been in town and set his men up to keep him safe. "Now if I'm not mistaken you have a dinner to get ready for,pretty boy." He takes the handkerchief out of his waist coat dabbing the blood away. "Will you be there?" Michael voice sounded weak so full of hope. "You can count on it. We'll be seeing eachother alot more." The man stood up and quickly left and not a moment later Mafia men came in running tending to the boss. Looking longingly at the piece of cloth (Your Initials) were sowed into the reddend white square of fabric.

Family Dinner was about to start the Novak's sat at the table Charles sitting at the end his three eldest sons to his right while his youngest sat to the left two spots were available one across from Michael and the other on the opposite end of Charles. A maid came in the dinning hall and cleared her throat. "The L/n's are here." Two young men came through the door one taller then the other the shorter of the two sat across from Michael while the other sat at the other end of the table closest to Michael and the other man. Charles smiled at them both and Michael was in a state of shock. "M/n been a long while hasn't it?" The oldest Novak looked at the man infront of him waiting for a response when the man he thought to be just a gangster working under the L/n's answered. "That it has Chuck. Sorry father couldn't come he had some other business to handle." N/n or M/n now to Michael's knowledge said before placing a hand on the man beside him. "This is Benjamin or Benny my right hand man don't mind him." The man gave a nod of acknowledgment his blue eyes piercing. "Heard about the blood bath at the bank quite impressive from what Michael has told me." A side smile and a teasing look was turned the mentioned Novak's way. "Saw low life scum trying to rob the place and touching what's mine,their little toys they call guns were child's play compared to my men." M/n sent a wink addressing the men hitting Michael from behind.

"Are you a knight that saves people?" The youngest asked his blue eyes wide in wonder. The s/c males eyes turned to the child a warm smile gracing his lips. "Sometimes when I want to be." A bubbly giggle rang out. "You saved Mikey making him your prince." Those words caused different reactions from all the men. Gabe covered his mouth trying not to laugh at his older brother,Lucifer grinned leaning over to his brother. "Did he have to kiss you sleeping beauty?" He chuckled lowly making kissing noises in his ear,Micheal was beet red as he couldn't bear to face any of them,Chuck smiled looking at his son and son-in-law,Benny nudged his boss sliding something to him while everyone was distracted. "Yeah and I'm gonna make him my king and take him to my castle." M/n leaned towards the boy and whispered in his ear. "We'll ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after." Castiel was gobsmacked as he gazed at his brother all giddy he was gonna live a fairy tale like in all the books their mother use to read. "Um if you'll excess me. I need some air." Micheal stood up and not long after M/n followed when given a reassuring nod from Charles.

The garden of the estate was beautiful in the moonlight and it wasn't hard to spot the oldest Novak on a bench on looking the pond that reflected the night sky. "You knew the whole time who I was." Micheal didn't look up at the man as he sighed. "Yes I knew who you were...we were once closer then the stars and the skies itself." The L/n sat next to him on the bench looking forward. "Chuck knew as well." Michelle turned in shock at that statement a goose chase for nothing. "He didn't know what I looked like now,but letters everyday asking about you seemed to do the trick." Those e/c eyes turned to look into those apple green ones. "Learning from a young age that in you grasp was the person you were due to wed was shocking I almost hated you,but the moment you grabbed my finger as if I'd slip away made me realize it can't be so bad." M/n held out his hand palm up so the younger male rested his hand in his grasp. "I was afraid at first you'd hate me. So I swore to protect you always. Some of my men live here with their families and they keep me posted. Just last year a rat was found on you door step admitting his faults."

Micheal remembered that the maids came rushing to get the family and a man bloody and beaten spilled his guts about planning to cross the family having been hired by a rival Mafia to get information to attack them at a weak state. "I know this won't mean munch to you know,but maybe at some point you'll be happy to carry my last name and call yourself my husband." In M/n hand that wasn't interlocked with Micheal's he opened a box revealing two wedding bands both were silver while one had a gold trim and the other had a f/c trim. "No matter what,Novak,I'll be there when yiu need me through it all most of the times guns blazing." M/n chuckled lightly taking in a deep breath. "Just ponder on it,pretty boy,I'llbe here waiting." as he slipped the ring on the silent man's finger before doing the same with himself he gently kissed the top of his head as he stood up and left wanting to give him space. Micheal smiled at the ring that perfectly fit his finger. The one man he felt attracted to was his guardian angel always there no matter what.

Lifting his hand up he kissed the metal band as a laugh left his lips. "My angel with a shotgun."

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A/n: Second Male reader and I had to spell check for almost 50 she/her in her so I think I got them all lol.

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Quote: "I'm not saying I'm amazing,but I'm decently above average."-Blacklist @spnquotebingo