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imnotoikay · 6 years

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A King of A Different Kind IWAOI Mob AU Chapter 11

A King of A Different Kind: Explicit

Description: Iwaoi Mafia Au. Based off the Italian Mob structure not Yakuza. Iwa is the mob bosses son and he has some explaning to do. After being Oikawa’s childhood best friend and keeping his family’s buisness a secret Oikawa discovers the truth shortly after their college graduation. Oikawa decides an insane life with Iwaizumi is better than one without him and must now face the challenges of his life being turned completely upside as he dives head first into the world of criminals.

Sample Chapter 11:

Oikawa lethargically logged another member’s monthly statement into the glowing desktop. Work was always boring, but now it was mind-numbing.

He found it nearly impossible to focus on anything other than the drama of his newfound “business” life with Iwaizumi.

This week had been long and dreadful in and out of the office. He was extremely behind on his job, having taking off so many days in the past month to be with Iwaizumi and meet his “family.” The result was too many pissed off clients and too little time and patience to deal with them.

At home, Kuroo’s “investigation” revealed little to nothing about whatever Akaashi and Kaname were doing. Now he was working double time trying to investigate Akaashi and Kaname as well as watching Oikawa. Iwaizumi felt uncomfortable having Tooru walking around unprotected, just in case there was something to this rumor. He was also getting increasingly worried about everyone in his life--his father, Kuroo, Bokuto-- they could all still potentially be targets in this too.

“Earth to Tooru, Earth to Tooru, this is your captain speaking!” Suga laughed before raking his hands through Oikawa’s hair. Tooru jokingly swatted his hands away and spun his chair around to face him.

“Ugh, Suga you startled me!”

Suga just grinned and passed him a warm Starbucks cup, which Tooru accepted gratefully, “I have to keep you on your toes, you never know when your father might decide to show up and see how unproductive his son is still being.”

Oikawa sighed, tossing back some of the warm caramel goodness of his order, “Either that or he’ll ask me why my reports suddenly sound more like I majored in English rather than Business.”

Suga snorted into his own coffee, “Don’t sass me, at least my reports are pleasant for the clients to read! Besides, you should be worshipping the ground I walk on, for writing those for you.”

Oikawa quickly placed his coffee on the desk next to him and dropped to his knees in a praying position, “OH THE MIGHTY SUGA YOU’RE TOO GOOD OF A PERSON TO BE MY FRIEND! OH HOW WE EXALT YOU! THE BEST OF ALL OFFICE WORKERS! KING OF THE REPORTS! I AM NOT WORTHY OF YOUR PRESENCE!”

“You’re such a bitch,” Suga laughed, “but you’re not wrong. And now I get to tell everyone I’ve seen the great Oikawa Tooru on his knees.”

Oikawa rose to his feet laughing, “I’ve been told its a sight to behold.”

“Oh it sure is, do you ever give Iwa a chant like that too?”

“Before and after each night.” Oikawa tipped his cup towards Suga for a quick cheers and they both downed their coffee before returning, reluctantly, to their computers.

Tooru managed to complete five more reports before the sun retreated behind the other tall buildings in the city. His phone illuminated next to him.

[From K]

Hey this is your Uber driver, I’m parked in the driveway of your office! Read: 6:04 pm

Oikawa smirked before typing a quick reply,

[To K]

Be right down!

Read 6:04 pm

He leaned back in his chair to crack his spine before packing his bag and shutting down his computer. As he walked through the dark hallways he noticed that nearly everyone had already left. The elevator ride down was peaceful and calm, allowing Oikawa to just exist for a few minutes.

He walked through the lobby, waving to the security guard before stepping towards the dark Lamborghini. The door flipped outward and he slid inside.

“How was work, sweetie?” Kuroo grinned before speeding out of the driveway. Oikawa was getting used to his reckless driving, he barely flinched anymore at the sudden speed, something he wasn’t particularly excited to admit.

“Mundane and pointless, you?”

He watched Kuroo’s arm flex on the clutch as he shifted gears, his strange tiger stripe tattoos dancing with the motion. Oikawa tried not to laugh at the action, remembering the time Iwaizumi told him how much Kuroo paid to get the manual transmission put into the car since the company switched to automatic transmissions years ago. Kenma apparently had been so pissed at him for spending all of his money on the car that he made Kuroo sleep in the car for a solid three days; claiming that if he loved the car that bad he could “spend the night with it”.

“Same honestly.” Kuroo sighed deeply. His already small eyes somehow seemed even smaller, dark circles forming around them. He looked like a wreck.

“Still nothing?” The conversation made Oikawa’s chest hurt, but he knew he needed all the information he could get from Kuroo.

Kuroo’s eyes remained trained on the road, “Akaashi is good at covering himself. Impossibly good, but… I don’t know.”

Oikawa frowned, “What?”

Kuroo took several moments of silence before starting again, “The whole thing seems weird. Akaashi tells Bokuto everything--it’s this pact they have: no lying. Originally I thought Akaashi just kept silent out of fear that Bo would tell Iwa, but at the end of the day I still think he would’ve spilled. Keiji has done some rough stuff in the past for Saito and he’s never kept it from Bo… including once having to kill one of Bokuto’s best friends. You’re important to Iwa… but not to Bokuto… so Akaashi would’ve told him.”

Oikawa shifted his gaze to Kuroo, “So you don’t think he’s doing anything?”

Kuroo frowned, “No… I think he is… he wouldn’t have just had that conversation with Kaname if there was nothing going on. That makes no sense. But I don’t think… I don’t know, it sounds weird.”

“What is it?”

Kuroo sighed heavily again, this mission was clearly taking a toll on him, “I don’t think it’s murder.”

Oikawa watched as the red and yellow lights of other cars flashed across his serious expression, “I-I don’t understand…”

“Akaashi isn’t planning a murder, from what I can tell, unless he’s literally a genius but we know he’s not that good.... not good enough to erase all traces of it… But someone is going to die…I don’t… I don’t know what it means either--that’s what I’m trying to figure out now.”

Oikawa turned to face out the dash, taking a few moments to think.

“I’m sorry,” Kuroo whispered, barely audible.

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yoolee · 5 years

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It’s the start of a New Year

A time for reflection! Of celebration! Of looking back so you may begin again! Of mourning all the nonsense you never got around to doing!

With that in mind, instead of giving a recap of all the stuff I wrote - because I basically wrote nothing - here is a list of stuff I was gonna write and just didn’t or chickened out of because there’s so much canon content I’ve missed!

Modern AUs:

A series of parent-teacher conferences (feat. Kojiro, Yahiko, Ai, Smolsuke as the students and a parade of various people who are not actually their parents attending the conferences)

Ghost!Mitsunari and modern MC getting into it more angrily than usual over Mitsun throwing a fit over latest boy (Ieyasu) she brought home. Complete with bonus appearance by a possibly overly-friendly Hideyoshi as the priest she tries to badger into coming over to purify the house because she’s still super mad at Mitsun (ending with Mitsun voluntarily leaving/moving onto the next life as she falls in love with Hideyoshi) EDIT FOR MRS O, or OR they PINE. MUTUALLY. While Hideyoshi ships them forever

Echigo crew in Vegas, where Kenshin slips off to join the showgirls because FEATHERS, Kanetsugu inadvertently solves a customer crisis, Kageie ends up as a stage magician, and Hotaru liberates some tigers (kitties!)

Continuation of superhero/supervillain AU

The Adventures of Momo’s Babysitters (chapter each with Saizo, Smolsuke, Nobuyuki, Ieyasu, Shingen, and Masamune)

Waffle Cottage out of order chapters (most particularly, Hideyoshi with glass slipper)

In-verse/period:

Rainy morning with Masamune (three years in the making now! Aha...ha...haha………)

Rainy morning Nobunaga (aaaahahha...ha. >>;;;;; this one took a rather dark direction)

Rainy morning with Yuki

Ieyasu dramatic rain rescue smut that I just. Completely stalled out on

Umeko’s gossip column featuring wildly inaccurate stories about the lord’s secret habits and scandals, written in the style of BuzzFeed headlines, based on in-game events

Crack Oichi/Tsuki story where they pull off some ‘switch places’ shenanigans much to Sakuya’s pained frustration

Contemplative Saizo snuggles

Kenshin/Shingen’s MC dark creepy story

AKOADK follow up between Saizo/MC (“are we gonna talk about this” basically, but it’s Saizo so, no. not really, they’re not) and then Yukkin/MC (because this is the sort of thing Yukkin is surprisingly smart about and insightful on)

Plus a thousand prompts/asks in my inbox (...163 to be accurate. There are 163 unanswered asks. I’m so sorry)

RIP these ideas. This is your final farewell - we begin again and anew!

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imnotoikay · 6 years

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A King of a Different Kind Chapter 9 (IWAOI Mob AU)

A King of A Different Kind: mature (will go up)

Sample Chapter 9:

Kuroo was used to being tied up….it came with his job. But this guy had to be the dullest ever of his captors. He was predictable, easy to anger, and spending what had to have been at least twenty minutes in what felt like a storage closet with him had been one of the most boring experiences of Kuroo’s life. His punches weren’t even entertaining.

Kuroo frowned at that and continued to pull at the zip ties. He had escaped this method over a million times but it was by far his least favorite restraint. He always seemed to scratch himself up in the process. Kenma would not be pleased when he returned that night.

The room had a strange draft by his feet that made Kuroo’s toes curl.

The blue light of a Samsung watch illuminated on his captors wrist revealing the time. 1:35 am. Surely the group had noticed he was missing and were on their way. Keep working at the ties and keep this dumbass distracted.

“Well my friend, its been fun,” the man broke the silence, “but according to your friends, they are trying to find us,” the man pointed to the ear piece he had stolen from Kuroo that was now in his own ear, “which means our time is just about up. Want anything before you go? A cigarette perhaps? Oh wait I heard your more prone to shooting yourself up.”

Kuroo sneered at the jab, “Not anymore, thanks for the concern.”

He wasn’t quite sure how the man had that information, Saito tried to keep his addiction as under-wraps as possible, but news always seems to find a way to travel.

The goon clicked his tongue and turned to face Kuroo, “Really now, good for you. How about a sip of whiskey? Feel bad sending a man off with nothing to enjoy his last moments with.”

Kuroo shook his head smiling, “Nope, try not to drink either.”

The man’s hooded face turned towards Kuroo,

“No shit, you’re completely dry?”

“Dry as your grandmother’s cunt,” Kuroo snickered as the man’s fist slammed into his temple again. He blinked back the white specks in his vision and continued to chuckle lightly,

“You’re a real fucking prick you know that?” The hooded man growled, “Originally I thought this plan was fucked up but you deserve it.”

Kuroo discretely slid one hand out of the restraint as the man grabbed a handle on the door in front of them. Kuroo wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed it before, but it was quite dark in the closet, the only light coming from the floor in front of him.

The man pulled the handle open to reveal the edge of a building. Kuroo could not see the street below but he could hear the buzzing of taxis and life from relatively far below. There was still a steady pour of rain and a bitter chill that ran through the darkened city sky.

“This is some Game of Thrones shit,” Kuroo laughed looking up at the hooded man, his tan skin illuminating slightly under the moonlight revealing what appeared to be an undercut and round, dark eyes.

“No, this is some Shiratorizawa shit,” The man laughed before pushing the edge of Kuroo’s chair over the edge. The shift in gravity easily took the remainder of the chair with it over the edge and into the freezing rain.

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“IWA PLEASE CAN YOU HEAR ME! IWA RESPOND!”

Tooru did not do well with hopeless feelings. Any situation that made him feel out of control or unable to act made his skin crawl. And this was one of those moments.

His eyes desperately scanned the remaining camera angles but Iwaizumi’s figure never crossed them. He was sure there was a way out of the basement that would not have been covered by security cameras—but that was just an assumption. The fact that Iwaizumi hadn’t been responding for around thirty seconds also meant something—either he was dead, his radio broke, he was injured, he too was captured, he was dead, he was dead. He was dead.

“Oikawa there’s something you should see on the tapes,” Akaashi’s quiet voice made Tooru’s skin crawl. He could honestly punch Akaashi at this point. If he would have left the apartment to help them maybe he could have taken Iwaizumi’s place…or could have helped him get out or—

“There is a face, but they blacked out the camera. I managed to screen shot it and—“

“Akaashi don’t you think there is something more important happening right now!” Oikawa snapped glaring at Akaashi, “Your fucking boss is possibly dead, his right hand is missing, and Bokuto is alone out there! We can figure out who kidnapped Kuroo later right now we need to get down there and—“

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imnotoikay · 7 years

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BokuAka Mob Au (Part of AKODK)

White Owl: Mature (may go up)

The story how Bokuto and Akaashi met in my larger series A King of a Different Kind.

Bokuto works for the mafia as mostly a hitman and doing odd jobs here and there. On an off day he is sent to help claim a new club that the Iwaizumi family has purchased when he meets the most beautiful man he’s ever seen. Akaashi, an exotic dancer, is taken by suprise from the new change and also how quickly he falls for a strange white haired man with mezmorizing golden eyes.

Sample Chapter 2:

Bokuto was quickly learning that his “angel” was very quiet. While Kuroo continued to lead the meeting and probe the workers for feedback on what worked or did not under the previous owner, his man said only a handful of words and clearly enjoyed observing rather than speaking.

“Okay so I think we have a pretty solid mutual understanding,” Kuroo was using his “professional” voice which always seemed so exhausted sounding to Bokuto it was hard for him to keep a straight face when he used it, “the club will most likely be closed for the rest of the week because of renovations, but we will be contacting when you need to be back. The meeting is over, you can all go home.”

The employees stared at each other for a while before a three of them, not the angel, rose to their feet and awkwardly shuffled out. When the door closed Bokuto jumped out of his seat and practically into his angel’s lap,

“They won’t be back,” the man sighed before standing up and to the side so Bokuto was not directly in front of him,

“Hm?” Kuroo asked his voice raising to its normal octave,

“They are not going to respond to your calls. Having no work for a week without any pay is unheard of.” The man tugged at one of the sleeves on his oversized sweater. Bokuto could not help but wonder how he acquired such a large sweater. It clearly was at least three size too big. Was it an exes? A current boyfriend? Was he dating someone?! Bokuto was not prepared for him to not be single he hadn’t even thought of that option! How could he make him break up with his ex? He was going to be seeing him everyday once the club opened if he choose to stay which he might not because he just said everyone was leaving because they weren’t being paid for a week. But Bokuto could pay him! He never touched at least a third of his paychecks when he received them because he just had no use for the extra cash. But! Now he did! He would pay the angel so he would stay working at the club, then he would convince him to drop his man and-

“Are you okay?” The soft voice interrupted Bokuto’s stream of consciouness,

“I’LL PAY YOU!” He shouted excitedly turning towards Kuroo for a nod of approval….

Instead he got a face palm.

“E-excuse me?” Oh fuck the angel looked mad. What did he say? What did he ask!? FUCK! “That is really forward and inappropriate for a new employer.”

Bokuto’s face dropped,

“No! NO! That’s not what I was suggesting!! NO!” Akaashi raised a thin brow at him, “I was saying I would pay you for this week, if you needed it, so that you could still work at the club when it reopens!”

This seemed to do little to reassure the other man,

“Why would you want me to come back that badly?” Bokuto struggled to read his face,

“Because we’ve seen you dance and we know how much people would pay to see it,” Kuroo interjected slyly but it was too late for Bokuto to stop the confession already half out of his mouth,

“And I think you’re gorgeous!”

The angel’s eyes widened and a light blush dusted his cheeks before he started walking towards the door,

“Payment is unnecessary I have a sufficient amount saved up. Call me when the club is read to reopen.” He opened the door and slipped away into the bright street.

Bokuto sighed heavily deflating into the chair behind him,

“Have you ever seen anyone so-“

“Yes, and his name is Kenma,” Kuroo laughed stacking the papers of notes he had taken into a neater pile,

“No, Kenma is nothing like-“ Bokuto’s heart sank,

“Like who?” Kuroo laughed, “You don’t even know his name!”

Bokuto wished his body could sink into the chair and into the darkest corner of the universe. He had the other man in his sights for almost two hours and not once did he think to ask his name! This plan of wooing him was already going so slowly and miserably. How was he going to convince him to leave his current boyfriend if he couldn’t even ask him what his name is!?

“Akaashi Keiji. He looks like he would enjoy chai lattes and chocolate muffins. And from what I saw he turned left after leaving the parking lot.” Kuroo laughed looking at the paper in front of him with Akaashi’s contact information. Bokuto shot up from his chair immediately and dove for the door, “That’s fine I’ll just wait for the contractors alone!” Kuroo called as he ripped open the front door,

“I’M SORRY K!” He called wildly,

“Don’t say I never did anything for you!” Kuroo snickered as the door slammed behind him.

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imnotoikay · 7 years

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KUROKEN IWAOI MOB AU Chapter 2

Declawed: Rating: Mature

KuroKen backstory for my larger IWAOI Mob Au A King of a Different Kind

Kuroo is a drug addict and a top shot for the Seijou crime family. Kenma is a recently hired drug manufacturer that has to help create a way to save Kuroo from himself. (ANGST with a happy ending)

Sample Chapter 2:

Kuroo pulled in front of the warehouse which was located essentially in Bum Fuck Nowhere.

There were other factories surrounding it and it posed as a band aid manufacturing plant. Which was a lie Kuroo could barely believe was working when he first heard it…who the fuck owns a band aid manufacturing plant?

“Well, welcome to paradise,” he snickered as he parked the bike and Kenma slowly removed himself from his position around Kuroo’s waist, “the smog smell isn’t as bad inside trust me.”

Kenma laughed lightly which seemed to catch him by surprise because he quickly covered his mouth and turned away from Kuroo.

“Coming kitten?” Kuroo purred from the enormous metal door he had pushed open and Kenma quickly followed him inside.

Kuroo was very used to the familiar look of the inside of the Seijou labs. They always seemed to look the same—extremely open, all metal, blue-tiniest fluorescent lights, and people scrambling around in lab coats with plastic goggles and clip boards.

Kenma’s eyes widened next to him and Kuroo smirked,

“Never worked in a place this nice?”

Kenma shook his head as he shamelessly took in the activity of the gigantic building.

“Want the grand tour?”

“Yes please,” Kenma nodded quickly.

Fuck he’s cute.

If Kuroo had to describe his ideal “type,” it would be Kenma.

Something about his gigantic all-seeing eyes, or his bleached hair that looked impossibly soft, or his fashion sense that seemed to be stolen from Hot Topic, made Kuroo’s heart speed up whenever he looked down at the man.

Kuroo hadn’t dated or thought about dating…ever really. He did one-night stands, or two-nights stands, but that was pretty much it. He liked flirting, he loved dancing, and kissing was fun. But nothing beyond that ever really stood out to him as something he could not live without. He had shamelessly admitted numerous times that he would rather be playing video games and drinking a beer with Bokuto than having some mind-blowing sexual experience with some gorgeous guy he met at a club. Bokuto and Iwaizumi had explained that you didn’t have to have sex to be in a relationship which gave Kuroo some hope, but despite looking around he never found anyone good enough to do that to. At the end of the day, beers and Bokuto were pretty much always waiting for him, and if you couldn’t beat that then Kuroo couldn’t be bothered.

He unfortunately had a similar situation with friends but that was a story for a different time.

“Well alright then,” He grinned starting off his tour, “right over here we have-“

“A trained professional who has been waiting for you to drop off the new guy for over three hours.” A very annoyed, and very busy looking Tsukishima now stood in front of Kuroo and his new crush. Kuroo sighed deeply,

“Oh Tsukki, how did I know you would come and ruin my fun? Oh right because you always do.”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes and turned his attention towards Kenma,

“My name is Tsukihima and I’m in charge of this plant. Normally I would give you a tour but you are both late so you’re going to have to settle with just being led to your work space.”

Kuroo frowned as Kenma’s face seemed to change from the slight smile he had proudly placed there to something much more forced. It was as if he was trying to keep as expressionless as possible, which Kuroo decided he never wanted to see his smile replace with that expression ever again.

“Tsukki has a ten foot pole shoved up his ass, it’s a medical condition we all just put up with him because we feel horrible about it,” Kuroo glanced sideways at Kenma who’s expression seemed to crack at the joke,

“Keep talking and you won’t get what you really came here for.”

“Hey! I paid for that asshole,” Kuroo growled at the man now walking them towards an empty station.

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imnotoikay · 6 years

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A King of A Different Kind Update (IWAOI MOB AU)

A King of A Different Kind: mature (will go up)

Sample Chapter 7 Here:

A young Iwaizumi Hajime smacked the Battleship board to the side in anger,

“I dont get it!” he exclaimed, “How do you always win?! Are you cheating?!”

Oikawa snickered and carefully removed the red and white pegs from his board,

“I just know where you’re going to put your pieces, your strategy.”

Iwaizumi starred at him with a pout,

“I don’t have a strategy, I just put them in random places half the time!”

Oikawa laughed again making the other boy’s rage more apparent,

“There’s always a strategy. For example, you always put your long boats on the border, and your small boats in the middle. Which means it’s hard to catch your smaller ships, but you usually spread them out a lot so using that information I can figure out where you most likely put them.”

Iwaizumi scrunched his eyebrows as he examined his uncleared board revealing the truth behind Oikawa’s words.

“See, strategy,” Oikawa laughed tapping his brain before leaning back in his chair, “wanna go another round?”

Iwaizumi smirked and nodded, “Damn right!”

Ten minutes later proved a repeat of the scenario,

“But I don’t understand! I put my big boats in the middle and kept everything tight together this time!”

Oikawa laughed, “As I knew you would since I knew your other strategy and know how bad you want to win.”

“So you cheated!”

Iwaizumi frowned as Oikawa smirked at him from across the small child’s table, there was a strange seriousness about him now,

“If being smart and resourceful is cheating than I’m a cheater. But I don’t see anything wrong with that. Especially if I win.”

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Oikawa could feel his heart beating and the light buzzing of the radio in his ear. Nothing had ever been this serious in his life, yet he could not help but be reminded of the strategy games he obsessed over as a child. In the end wasn’t it all the same? Wasn’t that what this was—a big game?

“Okay Oikawa I’m at the corner of the roof what am I looking for?”

Kuroo’s voice sounded oddly relaxed and even for someone that sprinted up thirty flights of stairs to the roof of a popular apartment complex, but Oikawa figured that was just a nod to his skill level.

“Perfect, you’re very fast!” Oikawa flipped through his notebook and then back to one of the computer screens in front of him, “They still haven’t realized we are coming so just keep an eye out, Iwa-chan you are cleared for entry. Bokuto have the car ready.”

“Roger!”

“Joy!”

“Okay baby!”

Oikawa leaned back in his chair allowing his previously folded knees to creak as he stretched.

Everything was going surprisingly well.

“Rule 1: You are now a part of this. Don’t forget that.”

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imnotoikay · 7 years

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IWAOI MOB AU (A king of a different kind) chapter 6

A King of A Different Kind: mature (will go up)

Sample Chapter 6 here:

Oikawa held Iwaizumi’s hand tightly as he led him back through the maze of hallways and back down the stairs. They arrived at another large set of doors that Iwaizumi opened to reveal a large common room. There was a stone fire place roaring on the far corner of the room and a perimeter of enormous windows with golden trims and red curtains drawn open. There were several red couches throughout the room, but the couches that were placed nearest to the fire place, facing each other, were full of a very interesting cast of characters.

Oikawa recognized Kuroo immediantly. He was sprawled across a love seat with his legs draped over some man with bleached hair and horrible roots. His black hair was, as per usual, a mess and his golden eyes were trained on Oikawa. He wore tight black jeans and a tucked in red button down. The sleeves were rolled up revealing dark black tiger stripes inked from his wrists to his elbows. The blonde who was housing his long legs wore similar black jeans but a black shirt with what Oikawa immediately recognized as the portal logo. He was completely focussed on his phone and did not look up to acknowledge Oikawa.

On the opposite couch sat a very excited and strange looking man that Oikawa could not help but stare at. He had enormous golden eyes that sparkled from across the enormous room and Oikawa could have sworn he could see him practically vibrating in his seat. His hair seemed to form a presence of its own as it rocketed off his head into a white and black cloud. He wore a white t-shirt and a pair of light blue jeans.

I thought Iwa said there would be four people-

As the thought processed in Oikawa’s mind a tall man slinked into the room from a door on the back corner of the room. Oikawa could feel his body tense slightly.

He was gorgeous.

That jerk is prettier than me!

It was an incredibly shallow and insecure thought—but an important one for that same reason. Oikawa was not used to feeling inadequate, and he was especially not used to feeling like he was not the most beautiful person in the room. Seeing the other man, with his perfectly dark and curly hair and his gorgeous eyes with eyelashes Oikawa could see from across the room filled Tooru with a strange feeling of jealousy. And green was not Oikawa’s color.

Iwaizumi shifted awkwardly next to Oikawa which drew him from his envious thoughts,

“Sorry I’m late,” the man from across the room responded to Iwaizumi’s movement. His voice was soft, and god damnit even his voice was better than Tooru’s!

Oikawa huffed slightly and Iwaizumi took the moment to step forward,

“Its fine. Tooru this is Keiji Akaashi he specializes in espionage and discrete assassination.”

Akaashi took the opportunity to step closer to them and extend his hand to Tooru. He did not smile, but rather seemed to be examining OIkawa.

The absurdity of the situation struck Tooru like a ton of bricks. Who on earth, other than himself, would be stupid enough to be shaking hands with the worlds most beautiful…discrete assassin…

Literally no one. But Tooru had chosen Iwaizumi over being normal, so he took Akaashi’s disgustingly well-moisturized hand and gave it a firm shake and a forced smile,

“Oikawa, pleasure to meet you.”

Akaashi arched an elegant eyebrow at him as if he saw completely through Oikawa’s false greeting.

“Tooru I hope we can be quick friends,” Akaashi smirked but his words felt like a challenge. Iwaizumi coughed breaking the moment,

“This is his boyfriend Koutarou Bokuto, he specializes in being up my ass.”

“HEY!” Bokuto chirped as he literally jumped off the couch to shake OIkawa’s hand.

Oikawa made a quick mental note of him being Akaashi’s boyfriend before shaking his hand in return,

“Nice to meet you,”

“I’m not just a pain in the ass, I just do a lot so I don’t have like a speciality,” Bokuto scratched the back of his head awkwardly and Akaashi wrapped his arm around his waist and smiled slightly at him,

“Bokuto Iwa was just making a joke.”

Iwaizumi pointed towards Kuroo,

“And this is Bokuto’s boyfriend Kuroo who you’ve met,”

“Shove off Hajime you’re just jealous you don’t have the bro-lationship that me and Bo have,” Kuroo snickered as his made no effort to greet Oikawa.

“The fact that you just used the word bro-lationship says a shocking amount about you,” Iwaizumi laughed before nodding towards the blonde,

“That’s Kenma he’s dating Kuroo for some god forsaken reason, and he heads one of the labs.”

Oikawa nodded slowly, the labs…like where they make the drugs…because being a drug manufacturer is totally normal…especially for someone that looks so adorable…normal…

“It’s nice to finally meet you Tooru,” Kenma looked up from his phone for a brief second to smile at Oikawa before returning to whatever he was doing.

Everyone stood in an awkward silence for what felt like ages before Bokuto’s stomach growled at a level of volume Oikawa had never heard before. The man turned a violent shade of red afterwards which caused everyone, including Oikawa to laugh which helped to lighten the mood.

“Should we grab something to eat?” Iwaizumi asked no one in particular and everyone gave some variant of “yes” in response.

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IWAOI MOB AU Chapter 4

(I realized I never posted this because I’m the worst)

A King of A Different Kind: Mature (rating will go up)

Sample Chapter 4 Below:

“So you’re just never going to tell him?”

“No Kuroo I’m not.”

“And you’re just going to die alone.”

“Yep.”

Kuroo howled from the backseat and pulled a joint out of his suit pocket,

“What are you doing?”

“Oh Christ Iwa are you my parole officer?”

“Yeah I fucking am. You know you aren’t supposed to use anything it could set you back-“

“Dude chill, its one joint!”

“Marjuana is gateway drug,” Bokuto starred at him with a serious expression.

“Fuck okay god!” Kuroo rolled his window down and threw the joint to the wind, “If either of you tells the Boss about this your dead. Especially you daddy’s little girl.”

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes and found himself speeding up as he drove down the long forest road. He normally enjoyed traveling for jobs, and under a normal circumstance being surrounded by nothing but forest and his best friends would have made him ecstatic.

But too much had changed in the past four years of college.

Bokuto had a boyfriend that was also probably one of the scariest mercenaries he had ever known.

Kuroo was sober. Or trying to be. God was he using again? Fuck.

And Iwaizumi and Oikawa were seeing each other.

But not dating.

It was complicated.

“You’re already at the sex part so why would he say no to a relationship?”

“Some people enjoy casual sex,” Kuroo sighed as he unbuckled his seat belt and spread out on the back seats.

“Yeah but…I don’t know I would not want to have casual sex with Iwa,” Bokuto frowned looking out the dashboard window.

A few seconds passed in silence because Kuroo erupted into screaming laughter. “HOLY SHIT BO! SAY IT RIGHT TO HIS FACE!”

“Yeah Jesus Bokuto,” Iwaizumi couldn’t help but chuckle at Kuroo’s intense howl from the backseat, “You don’t have to worry about it man I’ll stay way over here.”

Bokuto tried to hold his frown but it was nearly impossible when Kuroo got laughing the way he was now,

“That’s not what I meant! I just meant-“

“WAIT I’M SORRY NO!” Kuroo chocked out from the backseat. He was gripping his stomach and tears were streaming down his eyes, “GIVE ME A MINUTE!”

A minute turned into four hours of Kuroo snickering through the entire deal—which almost got them shot.

And then giggling through the secondary deal—which DID get them shot at.

In fact, it wasn’t until the sixth hour and they were about two blocks from Iwaizumi’s apartment that Kuroo was ready to finish the conversation.

“Can we get some pizza I’m DYING,” Kuroo groaned from the back seat.

“If you put your clothes back on we can consider it,” Iwaizumi grunted as he quickly changed lanes to head towards their favorite pizza place.

Kuroo groaned but found his black t-shirt and a pair of black sweat pants that definitely did not belong to him, but would work.

“I just wore those to the gym and they are not clean.”

“What the fuck ever,”

“I have Febreeze!” Bokuto practically leaped out of his seat and pulled a small travel spray of Febreeze out before presenting it to Kuroo.

Iwaizumi and Kuroo starred at the bottle that Bokuto had miraculously pulled out of his pocket as if it were the key to the universe.

“Dude,” Kuroo whispered,

“Why do you have that?” Iwaizumi asked quietly as he slowed to a stop outside the pizza parlor.

“Because Akaashi always wants to go out for dinner after work so I used to give him my clothes from the car but then he said those smell because most of the time they are dirty but don’t tell him that so I just started carrying Febreeze because then he doesn’t have an excuse and I get to see him in my clothing like 24/7.”

Iwaizumi and Kuroo starred at him in awe for a solid three minutes and Bokuto began to shuffle under their glances.

“Is that weird?” Bokuto asked.

“Extremely,”

“Oh yeah,”

“But genius,”

“INVENTIVE!”

They both clapped him on the back and Kuroo sprayed himself down with Febreeze.

And then Iwaizumi

And then Bokuto.

In fact they had invented and completed a full Febreeze ceremony which involved chanting, spraying, and carrying Bokuto into the pizza place over their heads with ceremonious grunting.

They sat at their usual table in the back and before long three pizzas were presented to them. They thanked their waiter, the owner, profusely and began diving in.

“Hey Bo,” Kuroo asked before shoveling two stacked slices in his mouth, “why won’t you have casual sex with Iwa?”

Bokuto and Iwaizumi chocked and before long Kuroo was laying across the booth holding his stomach tears streaming down his eyes.

“I’m going to explain!” Bokuto laughed,

“Please do!” Iwaizumi grunted taking a long sip of his orange soda.

“You being the son of a mob boss,” he whispered intensely which cause Kuroo and Iwaizumi to only laugh harder, “Stop Stop! I’m serious! If I knew that, I wouldn’t want anything casual! Too much risk! It’s all or nothing!”

Kuroo took a deep breath, regaining composure, “Yeah well Oikawa does not have that issue.”

Bokuto arched an eyebrow at him, “Whatcha mean?”

“He doesn’t know.”

Bokuto gaped at Kuroo and then at Iwaizumi,

“Shut up Bokuto it’s not like you can just say that to someone!”

“Especially when you’ve been lying about it for what fifteen years now?” Kuroo hummed into his next slice,

“Not by choice Kuroo.”

“Iwa that is so fucked up! First day out the gate Akaashi knew I was in the business!”

“That’s because you met him on a job dipshit!” Iwaizumi grumbled and stood up, “Would you really have told him if he was a stranger? Would you really bring him into this?”

Kuroo and Bokuto stared at him in silence,

“Yes.” Bokuto said after a heated thirty seconds, “I love him, and you love Oikawa, and at the end of the day that love trumps all of this…I would walk away in a second for Akaashi, and so would Kuroo-“

“Yeah well I can’t do that! I’m his fucking son where am I going to go! Even if I left they would all find me. Kill me. Kill him! Where the fuck do I go if he doesn’t want this!” Iwaizumi growled throwing his chair into the table, “Find your own way home.”

. _ _ _ _ _

“If this is going to work I need you to be completely honest with me.”

That was the first thing Oikawa had said when he knocked on Iwaizumi’s apartment door.

And that was why they were doing this—well not literally this, Iwaizumi thought pulling on a pair of dark wash jeans, but why they were getting dressed and going to his father’s house.

His real, genuine, gigantic, remote, house.

Iwaizumi ran a nervous hand through his short hair.

“Is it that bad?” Oikawa asked with a smile from the other side of the room. He was wearing light jeans and a tucked in white button down. The contrast between his practically glowing figure and the black duvet cover made Iwaizumi think of a painting. Oikawa was breathtaking, remarkable. He inhaled sharply and sat on the other side of the bed. He heard Oikawa shift and smiled at the feeling of his long fingers slowly massaging his bare shoulders,

“It’s not you I’m worried about,”

The press of Oikawa’s tone frame pressed against his back was devastatingly distracting,

“Who are you worried about?” Oikawa whispered into his ear causing Iwaizumi to arch his eyebrow.

“What are you up to?”

He could feel Oikawa’s smirk burning into the back of his head as Oikawa placed a soft kiss on his ear lobe,

“What ever do you mean?”

“Ms. Robinson I think you’re trying to seduce me,” Iwaizumi smiled allowing Tooru to plant trailing kisses down his neck and onto his shoulders,

“No, I’m just trying to relax you,” Oikawa whispered in between kisses,

Iwaizumi laughed loudly, “You’re insatiable.”

“Maybe~” Oikawa lightly grabbed Iwaizumi’s chin turning his face to place a firm kiss on his lips. He pulled away slightly before returning. Iwaizumi’s smile making the kiss mostly Oikawa kissing and Iwaizumi giggling, “You’re not kissing me,” Oikawa sang teasingly,

“I’m just trying to relax you,” Iwaizumi laughed as Oikawa swatted at his shoulder playfully,

“Rude Iwa-chan!”

Oikawa’s complaint was cut off as Iwaizumi skillfully stood and tackled Oikawa backwards onto the king size.

Oikawa laughed as he peppered light kisses across Oikawa’s face, holding him steadily between his two hands.

“You’re so playful today Iwa!”Oikawa laughed causing Iwaizumi to freeze, shifting back so his weight was placed on his knees which were placed on either side of Oikawa’s hips.

“I’m happy.” He sighed heavily and lazily traced his hand across Oikawa’s shirt “I’m just really happy that you came back.”

Oikawa’s face scrunched, “I didn’t come back,” Iwaizumi looked back at him, his face looked desperate like Oikawa was holding his life in his hands. Oikawa sat up kissing Iwaizumi softly in one fluid motion, “I never left,” his fingers trailed down Iwaizumi’s bare chest slowly causing Iwaizumi to suck in a deep breath, “but I do think I made the right decision.” His fingers stopped above the button of Iwaizumi’s jeans causing the other man to grind into the touch subconsciously.

“You’re not worried?” Iwaizumi asked as he leaned forward to begin kissing and sucking on the exposed portion of Oikawa’s neck. His favorite.

“N-no. I know I’m safe with you.” Oikawa slid his hand slowly back up Iwaizumi’s chest, “And the dangerous aspect is a little sexy if I’m honest.”

Oikawa quickly dropped his hands down to pop open is lover’s jean button, but Iwaizumi swatted his hands away,

“We are going to be late.”

Oikawa frowned, “We can be quick.”

Iwaizumi arched his eyebrow at Oikawa but placed his hands back,

“Five minutes,” He mumbled into Oikawa’s neck.

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White Owl (BokuAka Mob Au)

White Owl: Mature (may go up)

The story how Bokuto and Akaashi met in my larger series A King of a Different Kind.

Sample Chapter 3 Here:

Akaashi sighed for what had to have been the eighteenth time.

He had woken up, showered, made some eggs and a warm cup of tea, found a discarded interior design magazine and settled on the couch.

That had only been ten minutes ago, but Akaashi found the quiet of his apartment and his body to be almost numbing.

He reached to the glass table in from of him and slid open his phone, resuming whatever Pandora station he had played at the gym last night.

Twenty-four hours of lazing around with no work or need to do anything was proving to be frustratingly boring.

Normally, Akaashi craved the peace and quiet of his afternoons leading up to work, but he found the quiet to be itching across his skin.

Whatever song that had been playing was immediately cut off by his ringtone, he looked down with excitement as he read the name on the lock screen,

“Suga! How are you?!”

Sugawara had worked at the Golden Eagle for a year almost two years ago in an effort to pay for his university education. He was amazing and had easily clicked with Akaashi. He left just after eleven months though when his boyfriend received a promotion from work and they moved in together. Whatever career Daichi gained was important enough for Suga to not want anyone to find his connection to the club. He had still remained in contact with Akaashi though, and they often found themselves trying to plan times to hang out that always fell through when Akaashi’s bosses would call.

But now he had the week off.

“Keiji! Gosh I’m doing amazing! And I’m outside your apartment so you better either let me in or come out!”

“I’ll ring you up.”

Akaashi hopped off the couch and walked over to his door buzzer to allow him access to his floor. The complex had relatively intense security which Keiji more than appreciated, no matter how high his rent was because of it.

Suga greeted him with a box of donuts and almost the same outfit which caused both of them to laugh. Akaashi had never dressed for “comfort” before he met Suga, but he admittedly caught onto his athletic leggings and oversized sweater uniform.

“Here, eat!” Suga laughed as he placed the box on the coffee table and hopped onto the navy couch, tucking his legs into his chest. “What the heck have you been up to I feel like I haven’t seen your actual face in a year?!”

Akaashi laughed and mirrored his action on the other side of the couch so their socks tapped together in the middle,

“Because you haven’t. God the Golden Eagle never gave time off you know that,” Suga nodded as he pulled a chocolate glazed donut from the box, “I’ve been doing that since you left as you know, just trying to figure out what comes next I guess. I’ll probably figure that out with the new owners once they reopen the club—“

“THE WHAT?!” Suga nearly chocked on his donut and Akaashi remembered that he had not yet told his friend the news.

“Oh sorry yeah the club got purchased a couple days ago. Some guys game in with guns and said it was under new management. We had a meeting two days ago to discuss the changes and stuff but it won’t be open until next week. You and Daichi should come,”

“GUNS?! Keiji are you joking?! Why didn’t you call oh my GOD are you okay!?”

Keiji shook his head as he grabbed himself a jam filled donut, “Yeah gosh mom! It was a couple days ago like I said and Bokuto took care of me that night so—“ “WAIT WHO?!” Suga easily finished his donut and leaned closer to Akaashi, “Who the hell is Bokuto!?”

Akaashi laughed as Suga took the donut out of his hands and placed it on top of the box,

“You can eat that later when you’re done explaining everything you have been hiding from me!”

Akaashi regained his composure, “Bokuto, I don’t know his name but he works for whatever family took over the club…I forget the name-“

“Who cares they are all the same-“

“No, not these ones Suga,”

Suga looked at him quizzically,

“No sex, it’s their rules or whatever. Only dancing.”

Suga’s eyes widened. He knew that was the major reason Suga had quit. The dancing did not bother him or Daichi, but the after hours activities were something that made the silver haired man feel worthless. Akaashi covered all of his shift the last three months he worked, but that had only made Suga feel worse about the situation.

“Are you joking?”

“No,” Akaashi shook his head as he grabbed his donut from the box and took a large bite, he continued explaining with a cheek full of donut, “isn’t that awesome? Probably make half the money though-"

“KEIJI! Who cares about money! This is the best news I am so excited for you oh my gosh!”

Akaashi smiled as Suga threw himself onto Akaashi in a tight hug.

“NOW!” Suga yelled causing Akaashi to almost loose the donut in his hand, “who is Bokuto?!”

Keiji could feel the blush crossing his cheeks and mentally cursed himself for it,

“He’s no one Suga, he just works for the family and-“

“Keiji. Akaashi. You are blushing deeper than I think you ever had in your life don’t tell me he is nothing!”

Akaashi frowned, “He is nothing-“

“Was the sex that bad?” Suga arched his eyebrow at him and Akaashi felt his heart speed up slightly just at the thought of having sex with Bokuto. Which he mentally cursed himself for again…he really needed to stop this helpless crush before it got out of hand.

“We haven’t had sex, he’s technically my boss I think-“ “YOU HAVEN’T HAD SEX OH MY GOD!” Suga completely jumped off the couch and began walking towards the dial phone hanging on the wall, “Tell me his number you HAVE to marry him!”

Akaashi rolled his eyes and turned to face the opposite wall, “Suga has two years out completely changed you? We both swore we would not date anyone in these damn families and I am not going to start for some cute-“

“Cute, tall, like over six feet, white haired, wow super buff, excited looking man?”

Akaashi’s eyes widened, “How do you know that?”

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Declawed Chapter 3 (KuroKen mob au)

Declawed: Rating: Mature

KuroKen backstory for my larger IWAOI Mob Au A King of a Different Kind

Kuroo is a drug addict and a top shot for the Seijou crime family. Kenma is a recently hired drug manufacturer that has to help create a way to save Kuroo from himself. (ANGST with a happy ending)

Sample Chapter 3 Here:

Kuroo was quickly learned that “normal life” was boring as hell and an easy excuse to get high.

He saw the events of his future in one way—use up all the drugs in the house and then get sober.

So that was his master plan.

And three joints in with a barrel of cheese puffs and an HGTV marathon had taught him two things:

Retractable awnings are hideous and should all be terminated immediately.

He missed Kenma.

Every hit only reminded him of smoking with Kenma in the warehouse two days earlier…and he missed it.

Kenma was a widely interesting feature in his life. He knew literally nothing about the other man—but damn did he want to.

What did Kenma think of awnings? Does he like cheese puffs? Are his hands as soft as they look? When he laughs really hard does he snort or does he stop making noises? Does he use emojis when he texts? What is he doing RIGHT NOW?

Kuroo leaned his head against the top of the couch and sighed.

How could you miss someone that you only just met?

_ . . . .

Kuroo woke up on a sweat and vomit soaked carpet for not the first time in his life…unfortunately.

His body felt like shit. He couldn’t manage to move himself in any position to lift off the ground so he gave into remaining there for a few more minutes. He blinked back the black spots in his vision and tried to remember last night.

As he scanned the room he found empty bullet shells, an upside take out container, and a used syringe. This seemed to shock his system into remembering that he hadn’t had a hit of anything that morning yet. Was it morning?

He hated that only at the promise of injected the poison through his bloodstream did his body seem to lift itself from the ground.

After fifteen minutes of searching in growing desperation Kuroo returned to the living room to examine the scene in front of him. It only grew more and more haunting as he realized he had used his entire supply the night before.

He ran a shaky hand through his hair and continued to recheck his usual storage places.

It had been two days since his meeting with Saito and his usual week’s supply had already vanished. He blamed it on the boredom of being locked inside the apartment.

He tried to push his tears away but felt no control of his body.

“Just go back to sleep Kuroo, wake up and we can figure this out.”

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IWAOI MOB AU Chapter 5

A King of A Different Kind: Mature (rating will go up)

Sample Chapter 5 Below:

“I’m so sorry officer it won’t happen again!”

Mrs. Oikawa looked exasperated as the flashing lights flooded her face. Oikawa bit his lip knowing he was in for a long lecture from both of his parents when he returned home.

There were three police officers blocking the road from cars but not on-lookers, of which there were probably closed to fifty.

“Ma’am can you please tell me why you’re son attempted to climb the gate again?”

“This is ridiculous I told you four times,” she ran a shaky hand threw her tight bun pulling some strands loose, “this is his friends house, he did something reckless but this really should not be a problem!”

The blaring alarms continue to echo off the streets as Oikawa turned his attention back to the gigantic cobblestone wall he had just attempted to scale. He had simply wanted to see what Iwa-Chan’s house looked like after two years of being his friend. He hadn’t even made it to the top when—

The scratch of tires coming to a sharp halt on pavement shook him from his thoughts. A huge, black sedan was now parked behind the police cars. A tall, cat-like man slinked out of the car and walked over to the gate ignoring the protests of the police officers. He slid back a metal panel on the side of the gate and pinned in a short combination. The alarms ended their screams and a dramatic silence fell over the neighborhood.

“Now,” the man said turning back towards the police officers, his golden eyes practically glowed in the dark and his dark hair was tied back into a low, long pony tail, “I think that is enough excitement for the day.” He took his wallet from his back pocket and handed his ID to a nearby officer, “Kaname Kuroo, property owner. This boy is friend’s with my son, he must have just wanted to get in and play but I could have sworn we told him that we wouldn’t be in today.”

Oikawa starred at the man in disbelief, Kuroo was not Iwa-Chan’s surname….and this man looked nothing like him.

“No charges, let the women get home, and Tooru, do what you’re told okay?”

Oikawa felt a cold sweat break out over his body as his mother thanked the man and pulled him back towards the house,

“Mom that’s not Iwa-Chan’s dad,” he whispered when she closed the door,

“You do not saying anything about this to anyone do you understand. I will talk to your father. Never bring it up again. Go to your room.”

. _ _ _ _ _

As Iwaizumi opened the enormous oak doors revealing a black and white marble floor, deep red walls, and gold trimmings Oikawa really should not have been surprised.

The small hallway led to an enormous room with a dramatic grand stair case that split off into different directions. There were hallways branching from seemingly every side of the large circle room and a dark, wooden door under the bridge of the staircase.

“When you come here that is the first stop,” Iwaizumi grabbed Oikawa’s hand, giving it a tight squeeze before leading him towards the closed door.

“What’s in there?” Oikawa was embarrassed by the jump his voice took while delivering the question,

“My father’s office.”

Oikawa gulped but continued walking. He could not shake the feeling that he was marching towards his death.

He should’ve listened to his sister. His sweet, sweet older sister that begged him not to do this. The sister who told him to never call again after he made his decision.

He shook the negative thought out of his mind, still not quite ready to process the separation.

So he should’ve listened to Suga! Suga who told him to follow love and trust Iwaizumi and…wait he did listen to Suga. Which is why he was being led into a dark door in a movie-like mansion.

So he should never listen to Suga? Yeah, that sounded right.

“So this is the man my son has been telling me about for so long!”

Oikawa felt his soul leave his body. The office was lined with floor to ceiling bookcases, two large red chairs, a dark desk, and a tall, cat-like man sitting on the edge of the desk. A man with gold eyes that seemed to glow in the dark and dark hair in a low, long pony tail. A man Oikawa had seen years before.

“Y-you,”

“Come off it Kaname, Oikawa this is my Uncle Kaname, he’s Kuroo’s father and my dad’s right hand.”

Oikawa’s heart did not seem to like that answer,

“I’ve met him before,” the pair looked at him for a long moment before Kaname threw his head back in a high pitched laugh,

“You’re right! Oh I had to be so stuffy that day! Ugh cops, they bring out the worst in people right?”

Now it was Iwaizumi’s turn to be nervous,

“What are you guys talking about?”

“That night I tried to break into your house…when I was like seven,” Oikawa examined the intricate carpet laying across the floor,

“Oh that’s right, I forgot about that.”

“Your father should have been down by now, I’ll go grab him,” Kaname slid of the desk and seemed to take two long steps before reaching the door behind them he was eerily silent, “it was nice seeing you again Tooru, I hope you haven’t forgotten what I said last time.”

Oikawa took a deep breath.

This was it. This was one of the moments he knew he was being tested. He wasn’t stupid. Walking into the den of a mobster and saying you wanted to continue to date his son was not going to be a walk in the park. They wanted to feel him out, challenge him, see if he could handle this. And he could.

He looked directly into Kaname’s glowing eyes, “What did you say again?”

He felt his mouth quirk into a grin as a flash of worry slid over Kaname’s eyes. Iwaizumi starred at the man in confusion, and Oikawa knew he had won. There was no way Kaname would repeat the patronizing line in front of Iwaizumi knowing it would upset him.

“Just to keep your chin up,” Kaname’s high pitch laugh rang out through the enormous hallway as he went to find Iwaizumi’s dad.

Oikawa leaned against Iwaizumi as soon as the man disappeared from sight,

“This is going to be a long day,”

Iwaizumi wrapped an arm around his waist, “Are you going to tell me what that was?”

“A power play,” Oikawa sighed, “a really stupid power play against a professional killer.”

Iwaizumi chuckled, “So you’re making friends already?”

“Trying to.”

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IWAOI Mob Au Chapter 2

A King of A Different Kind: Rated M (may go up)

Description: Iwaoi Mafia Au. Based off the Italian Mob structure not Yakuza. Iwa is the mob bosses son and he has some explaning to do.

Sample Chapter 2 Below:

Chapter 2: Search

“Iwa-chan don’t it’s not worth it!” Oikawa groaned after Iwaizumi who’s legs pushed down the crowded hallway at an alarming pace.

“Cool it Oikawa I’m not going, I’m just going to go home after school.”

Oikawa frowned and stopped walking, “Hajime.” He couldn’t control the sense of pride surging through his veins when the other boy stopped in front of him. Gottcha. “Promise you won’t go?”

Iwaizumi turned to face him. He took a deep breath and turned his head towards the left, starring at the corner of the ceiling, “I’m just going home….promise.”

Oikawa let him spin back around and head towards his last class but he could not control the frustrated pout on his face.

Some idiot in their gym period was begging for a fight with Iwaizumi who, normally, would never engage in even a response to people who tried to rile him up. This was true for today until the boy started to come after Oikawa. Oikawa, honestly, could not remember half the things the boy had said about him, he had heard it all a million times and none of it left any marks on his tough skin. In fact, Oikawa tended to take the usual insults as tiny compliments and he and one of his best friends, Yahaba, had turned them into pet names for each other.

But, Iwaizumi always hated when people made comments about Oikawa and they riled him up more than anything else.

Still, when a bully presented a time and place to fight after hours Iwaizumi would respond with a laugh and leave the matter there. But this time, he hadn’t. Oikawa could see through the laugh he attempted to pass off. The steely “See you there” that he grinned out in response echoed in Oikawa’s mind throughout the rest of the gym period. And Iwaizumi’s obvious lie in the hallway on their way to their final class confirmed Oikawa’s biggest fear: he was going to fight.

When the literature professor turned back to the chalkboard Oikawa slipped out his phone and taped out a quick message.

[Oikawa]: How is he?

Yahaba was in Iwa-chan’s last class so he knew he could count on him to spy.

[Gay Whore]: He seems waaaaaaaaayyy to calm

[Gay Whore]: Uncomfortably clam

[Gay Whore]: *calm

Oikawa frowned before typing out one last message,

[Oikawa]: Meet me in the science hallway after class. I don’t want to go after him alone.

After the bell had rung he found Yahaba waiting dutifully for him in the science wing,

“What are you going to do? What are we going to do?” Yahaba asked immediately falling into step with Oikawa.

“I have no clue. Jump in between them I guess? I’m hoping we get to Iwa-chan before that happens.”

“UGH this is all so stupid I HATE that kid…not Iwaizumi…except actually I kinda hate Iwaizumi for doing this right now.”

“Iwa-chan is acting weird for sure.” Was all Oikawa said for the rest of the walk toward the back of the public library where the fight was meant to go down. The word must have spread around the school fairly quickly because an abnormally large group of students continued on with Yahaba and Oikawa in the general direction of the alley behind the library.

Oikawa pulled Yahaba to the left of crowd and down the block further toward a large oak tree, a shaded figure sat at the base with his head between his legs.

“Wait here,” Oikawa turned to Yahaba who nodded and allowed Oikawa to jog over to the tree.

“Going straight home Iwa-chan?” The figure’s head popped up immediately to reveal Iwaizumi.

His expression was unreadable.

Had Oikawa not known him for so long he would have thought Iwaizumi had been crying, but Oikawa could define the emotion on his face as more of a lack of crying than actual tears. He was pushing something down, forcing it back, and it was barely working. He looked exhausted, hurt.

It broke Oikawa’s heart.

“I’m sorry,” Iwaizumi breathed, his voice coming out light as Oikawa dropped to his knees in front of him, “how did you know I would be here?”

Oikawa smiled slightly and pushed Iwaizumi’s hair off his forehead, sweat causing the hair to stick slightly to his fingers,

“Please Iwa-chan I always know when you’re lying.”

. _ _ _ _

“Fuck me!” Iwaizumi tossed his phone onto the leather couch next to him and Kuroo snickered from the matching arm chair,

“Someone’s in the dog house~” he sang.

“Shut up asshole, or I will tell Kenma about the new tires you just spent two jobs worth on,”

Kuroo gasped and Yaku laughed from the adjacent dinning room,

“As much as I would love to stay here and watch the two of you ruin the relationships you’ve wanted since you were children, I have to go figure out why I got sixty texts from Bokuto.”

Kuroo arched an eyebrow towards him,

“What’s going on?”

Iwaizumi turned to face him,

“No idea, Akaashi had a fever last night nothing major, and he’s been spamming me since they found that out. I’m not worried about it though.” He grabbed his bag and stepped towards the front door, “Text me if you want something when those pain meds wear off,”

“Will do,” Iwaizumi saluted him weakly as he stepped out the door.

“Sooooo what are you going to tell pretty boy when he comes over-“

“I’m not kidding about telling Kenma.”

Kuroo frowned but raised his hands in surrender,

“I’m going to stick to the running story and hopefully he buys it.”

“Are you ever going to tell him?”

Iwaizumi slid from the top off the couch and onto the cushions with a loud thud,

“I have no idea.”

Kuroo looked at him for a long second before speaking up again, “I don’t know if this will help but had the circumstances been different…I probably would have told Kenma.”

Iwaizumi turned to face him and sighed, “That does not help at all.”

Kuroo laughed, “Sometimes the best route isn’t the fun one.”

“Don’t you have like ten grand worth of tires to hide from your boyfriend.”

Kuroo stood and continued to laugh,

“Fine cranky pants you can sit around and mope alone. But if you need any killer love advice you know how to find me.”

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, “Shut the lights off on your way out.”

“Go fuck yourself~” Kuroo sang before slamming the front door.

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IWAOI MOB AU CHAPTER 3

A King of A Different Kind: Rated M (will go up)

Description: Iwaoi Mafia Au. Based off the Italian Mob structure not Yakuza. Iwa is the mob bosses son and he has some explaning to do.

Sample Chapter 3 Below:

Chapter 3: Truth

“Iwa-chan we’ve watched this movie a million times!” Tooru moaned dramatically as he threw himself onto the floor. The thirteen year old boy was about ten years too late to be behaving in this manner but Iwaizumi knew Oikawa only did it to bother him and would never act this way around anyone else. Which almost made it endearing. Almost.

“So what I like this movie,” Iwaizumi grumbled placing the Godzilla dvd back onto the rental shelves “what do you want to watch Trashkawa?”

Tooru perked up, “Something new!”

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes and turned back towards the row of boxes. He hoped Tooru would just pick for them so he wouldn’t have to hear about it when the movie stunk. He would probably blame him if the movie he picked out was bad too though. Ugh. Tooru could be so difficult sometimes.

But if the movie was bad they could talk…and Iwaizumi could tell him about his family-

“Iwa-chan!”

Iwaizumi grunted in response to try and cover the light blush on his cheeks, “What?”

“This one looks kind of cool! Have you seen it?”

Iwaizumi turned his head waiting to be face to face with a green alien or a spaceship. His chest swelled slightly when his face practically crashed into a sleek black box. The only image on the cover was a gold imprinted marionette piece with strings.

“The Godfather?” Iwaizumi asked quietly,

“So you can read!” Tooru stuck his tongue out, “Have you seen it?”

Iwaizumi, normally, would have smacked Tooru upside the head for his joke but he honestly felt frozen.

“Y-yeah a million times.”

He had never thought about this moment. What would he do if Tooru asked him about his family? About his dad’s work? He could always lie about that deflect it. But to watch practically a documentary on his dad’s line of business. What would he do if Tooru had questions and he answered them too easily? What if Tooru expressed his hatred for the business in the film? How could he defend it? How could he ever tell Tooru about his father if that happened?

“Oi Iwa-chan! Earth to Iwa-chan!!”

Iwaizumi physically shook his head to clear himself from his thoughts,

“Sorry I try to tune out stupidity I have to remember to stop that when I’m around you,”

“Rude Iwa-chan!!!!” Tooru groaned loudly. He could feel the stares of the other patrons of the video rental store turning to face them. “I just wanted to know if the movie was good!”

“Trashkawa you’re making a scene,” Iwaizumi grumbled, “and it’s an amazing movie. A classic.”

Tooru placed a finger to his cheek in thought before jumping into the air.

“Let’s get this one!”

Iwaizumi took a deep breath before nodding, he still could not believe this was happening.

When he dropped the disc on the counter the lady smiled at them, ‘Oh you boys will love this’, ‘the concept is fascinating’, ‘just don’t go starting your own mobs now’. Jokes, Iwaizumi tried to tell himself.

When they watched the movie Tooru had laid on his chest pulling the blanket tightly around him asking questions here and there. ‘Why would he do that?’ ‘Who’s side is he on again?’ ‘Do you think the mafia is still real?’

Iwaizumi swallowed hard and he knew Tooru had felt it,

“Tooru I have to tell you something-“

“Tooru where are you I brought pizza for you and Hajime!” Oikawa’s mother called from the front door. Tooru shot up like a rocket and scratched the back of his neck,

“I’m sorry! She wasn’t supposed to come home today!”

They ate pizza and finished the movie in silence on separate ends of the couch, feet touching every now and then. The whisper of a finger on the other’s hand. When it finished they promised to return it and rent the other two movies in the series.

Iwaizumi crawled onto the futon laid on Tooru’s floor and fluttered his eyes closed.

“Iwa-chan?”

“Yes Tooru?”

There was a pause where he could tell Oikawa had blushed from his use of his given name.

“What did you need to tell me before?”

Iwaizumi froze. He was a second away from telling Oikawa. Admitting his family’s reality. He couldn’t…Could he?

“Oh nothing.”

Oikawa shifted until his head was hovering over Iwaizumi’s face,

“Iwa-chan no fair! You have to tell me.”

Iwaizumi sighed,

“Another time Tooru, I’m tired.”

Oikawa groaned and lowered his face so it was only an inch above Iwaizumi’s,

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

. _ _ _ _ _

Iwaizumi took a long sip of his whiskey and returned his glass to the coaster in front of him.

“Do you remember, a long time ago, I had something to tell you and I promised I would tell you?”

Oikawa took a moment to think before nodding, “Yeah the night we watched-“

“Yeah.”

“But I thought it was just that you liked me?” Oikawa frowned the way he did when he was thinking about something very hard. Iwaizumi smirked,

“I don’t just like you idiot, I love you.” He placed a light kiss on Oikawa’s nose before leaning back into his seat.

Oikawa blushed lightly at the unexpected affection, “I know.”

“But that wasn’t what I promised to tell you.”

Oikawa stared at him,

“It was this….whatever this is…” he cleared his throat, “I knew this was going to happen one day but god I am so unprepared for this.”

Oikawa took a long sip of his whiskey finishing the glass, “You and me both buddy.”

Iwaizumi could feel sweat growing on his palms. Its just Oikawa…and he already knows! Just say it! Clearly he doesn’t have a problem with it or you wouldn’t be here right? Right?

Iwaizumi let out a loud laugh that caused Oikawa to chuckle lightly as he put his glass down onto its respective coster. He honestly didn’t know where the sound came from—the whiskey? The stress? It didn’t matter.

It’s Tooru…just be yourself. It will all be fine.

“Why don’t you just…ask me whatever it is you need to know? I’ll answer honestly. That way we can just get right to it?”

And I won’t say too much…in theory…

Oikawa nodded, “I like that idea.”

Iwaizumi grabbed the bottle and poured them both a refill which Oikawa cradled gratefully,

“First question: are you in the mob?”

Iwaizumi snorted, “I thought you would be more original than that!”

Oikawa rolled his eyes but smiled, “Stop making jokes I’m supposed to be mad at you,”

Iwaizumi attempted to make a serious face but he broke quickly letting out another snort, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He took a deep breath and allowed himself to recline deeper into Oikawa’s plush couch, “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I am in the mob.”

“That’s all I get?” Tooru leaned his chin into his palm, his eyes barring into Iwaizumi.

“You ask the questions, I answer them. I didn’t say I would write an essay for each answer.”

“Your father is in charge?”

“Yes.”

“For how long?”

“He’s been in charge for 22 years. He started one year before I was born. I’ve been involved since senior year of high school.”

“Have you killed anyone?”

Iwaizumi’s body stiffened. There it is.

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imnotoikay · 7 years

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If you read my fanfics

Should I work on the next chapter of A King of a Different Kind or write the backstory for Kuroken or Bokuaka?

#akoadk fic

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imnotoikay · 6 years

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Ok so I updated AKOADK 2x in the past 2 days so I just posted the link for chapter 9 but if you missed it there is a chapter 8 which is new

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Hello! I was just wondering if you associated any songs/had a playlist for Saizo/MC/Yukimura? I love these three so much and I think you do them justice as an OT3!

AAAAAH that is super flattering. I love them so much. They are for sure my OT3, in ALL forms and combinations of platonic and romantic and gray in between XD.

(ship ALL THE THINGS.)

(SIMULTANEOUSLY.)

(FLUIDLY, EVEN.)

If we are talking romantic OT3 -

Weirdly, I listen to a lot of like…Vietnam War era music for them. For What It’s Worth by Buffalo Springfield, Fortunate Son by Creedence Clearwater Revival, Sympathy for the Devil by the Rolling Stones etc. I suspect the reason behind that has less to do with lyrics and vibe and more to do with personal associations of that music - it tends to be focused on 18-20 year old kids being thrown into a really hopeless, horrible, war situation and yet there’s this sense of barreling full speed ahead nonetheless, and yet, for me, who was born well after that period and just sees the same documentaries all the time, the’re just perennially in that snapshot of youth without resolution - paused forever on the precipice of being sent into this situation, before a point of resolution. To me that’s them as an OT3 - if what’s going on around them is horrible and hopeless, they’re still going to go out into the world their own way, at full volume, keep each other alive (in the fullest, truest sense), even knowing that it’s going to end badly (catastrophically?) and soon, because they are SORT OF ON THE LOSING SIDE OF HISTORY. That isn’t to say that it’s sad, or hopeless - just that there’s some awful stakes ahead, and they know it, so they’re not going to pussyfoot around with being shy and hesitating and waiting, because they can’t afford that. Full commitment to their happiness with one another, full energy to the present moment because there’s a sort of awareness (at least one of their part’s) that the odds of everyone making it to the other side of what’s waiting are slim. Or like in Yukimura’s case he’s just wired to the present moment, mostly (or rather it’s a side affect of how he has been taught to seek that catastrophic end as his duty

(modern AU excepted)

(As usual, I overthink things).

OKAY HERE IS A QUOTE that explains it better:

Every war, of course, has its own soundtrack: the shouts of bravado and cries of anguish; the rhythms of march, retreat and lethal machinery.Vietnam was the first rock & roll war, escalating in parallel with the social awareness and expressive urgency of the generations caught in the crossfire…. This is havoc, rebellion and revelation as they happened, almost daily, in folk, blues and soul; country, psychedelia and hard rock; explicit protest, dancefloor escape and universal prayer. -http://www.pbs.org/kenburns/the-vietnam-war/music/david-fricke-soundtrack-notes/

If we’re talking the Yukimura/MC romance where Saizo is an integral part -

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-1dZIUIHRg

Instrumental track. Your basic strains are Saizo, flute-y thing (lee is not a musician okay, it could be a trumpet not a flute for all I know) at 1:00 is your MC, and then guitar (???) and uptick of rhythm at 4:00 is Yukimura. Basically, it starts out super melancholy, and then there’s a pleasantness but still a distance while it’s just MC, and then it’s just a happy harmony - the melancholy doesn’t go away, or get swept too terribly along, it’s just there and surrounded by cheer and there you go.

I DO HAVE OTHER ONES but they are mostly songs I Just…like ^^;;; I wish I could tell you what I was listening too when I wrote AKoaDK but that was May ‘16 and my brain is mush (that said, I’m re-writing it, so if I hit a track on pandora that clicks I will write it down this time!)

I AM ALWAYS OPEN TO RECOMMENDATIONS (and I hope it’s okay I posted this publicly?? I can take it down if you want)

#...........this is probably not helpful if you are actually looking for MUSIC TO LISTEN TOO I am sorry #random weird lee associations #I studied the VW at a very weird point in my life #and so it gets all snarled and tangled up with things it has no business in

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