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sinisternymphette · 23 days

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everybody loves my baby

an historical au | 1930's florist!reader x dilfgangster!rafe (minors dni)✶

tw: v!olence, sex

✶ gangster!rafe, who makes sure everyone knows that you're off limits. Whether it is by gently placing his hand on the back of your soft neck and slowly caressing it with his calloused knuckles, using one of his large fingers to softly trail down one of your arms while the both of you are sitting next to each other in a restaurant, putting his muscled arm around you like a mantle, giving you warmth and comfort, and even taking your hand in his to plant a kiss on the palm as he closes his eyes and sniffs to take in your scent without the care of what others might think of your intimacy. You were his and he was yours, and that was truly all that mattered.

✶ gangster!rafe, who would do anything to protect you. Literally. If anyone ever laid a hand on his pretty little florist, they'd have to go through him, and it certainly wouldn't end so jolly.

"You dared to touch my woman, hm. Well, not so confident now, are you."

he said in a low, menacing chuckle as he shook his head slowly, cornering the man before him in the lonely and dimly lit corridor behind the bar. He had gone to the washroom for just one minute- one minute without you in his plane on sight, and a man walked over to you and started complimenting you before giving you a rose. That wasn't the problem though. When you thanked him kindly and smelled the rose, he pulled his arm up to brush a strand out of your face. And so, he had to take the matter to his own hands.

"Now now, i'm sure you're a good fella and understand that it was just a minor misunderstanding!"

the man quickly said in a pleading tone, obvious fear in his wide eyes, which were easily comparable to a frightened doe's, before proceeding to pat Rafe's shoulder with one of his shaking hands- almost as if they were old friends. Rafe shook his hand away in a swift motion, as if he had just been touched by a rat who had come out off a trash can. He punched the man on his ribcafe after his fake of a charming smile vanished and turned into a dark frown as if he was no longer who he was before. His other hand reached to the other's mouth as the man made muffled yowls of pain. He, however, didn't even flinch once.

"You're damn lucky i'm a generous man, so make sure to take this as a lesson for the future, yes? to keep your hands to yourself? wouldn't want to cut all your fingers off and make a mess on my shirt."

he then smirked almost playfully, his expression once again changing in a matter of seconds before moving his hand up and shaking it, then putting it inside the pockets of his brown pants and using the other in order to adjust his white, high quality long-sleeved shirt. The man was now practically on the floor, whimpering as he crouched against the stone wall behind him as he shamefully covered his face with his shaking hands. It was truly an embarrassing sight. Once Rafe was finished, he turned his back and opened the back door to the bar, tilting his head to the side and staring at him one last time.

"If you'll excuse me, I have to get back to more important matters- the wonderful evening I was having with her before you, very rudly I might say, abruptly interfered."

✶ gangster!rafe, who likes giving you nicknames that represent your beauty such as 'dollface', 'peach', and his personal favorite, 'dandelion'. You absolutely adore them too- the way they always roll off his tongue so sweetly, like butter being spread on a slice of bread. He's a man who admires and cares for your body, your mind and very being as if you were a princess or a delicate porcelain vase with beautiful painted flowers.

"Look at you, m' pretty dandelion all dolled up for me." he murmurs as he carefully places his head over your shoulder, blue orbs looking into your eyes through the mirror of your bedroom while his hands found your waist and gently nestled around it. His lips were slightly curved upwards, making the hint of his smile shown to you. One of his fingers traced small circles on your waist, making you let out a small and flustered chuckle as you covered your mouth with one of your hands in a polite manner to hide it. You were wearing one of your newer dresses- a pretty light blue polka-dotted dress that perfectly hugged your figure. This, was one of the many dresses Rafe gifted you in the past two weeks. Your lips had red tint and your cheeks had a faint pink color on them- a little bit of makeup, but not too much. His eyes trailed down, all the way to the contour of your legs and to the white leathered heels you were wearing. in his eyes, you truly were a work of art- like a Renaissance painting that had come to life. Now, he was a man that firmly believed that actions spoke more than words, so as soon as his eyes met with yours once again, he planted sweet kisses on your neck alongside little nibbles. This, was his own way of letting you know that you looked absolutely stunning.

✶ gangster!rafe, who, despite having so much blood on his hands, is always careful with you and tries to avoid showing you his darker side as much as he can. Who doesn't want you to know all the sins he has done, all the people he had killed before, in fear of loosing you forever.

''Y'know how much I care about you, right kid?'' he asks after taking a long drag from his cigarette, voice almost a whisper as he's sitting on the sofa of your living room while you laid next to him, head resting on the armrest and legs over his lap while his free hand slowly massages one of your bare feet. He stared at you, blinking slowly. The sudden of a question made you open your once closed eyes and perk your head up to look up at him with an innocent, confused stare. ''Well, certainly. I always have.'' you replied softly, giving him a reassuring smile before it vanished as soon as it appeared. You sensed that something was wrong. After all, why else would he ask this? ''Why do you ask?'' you continued, now scanning the expression on his face, despite the fact that he was a very hard man to read. He swallowed, but maintained eye contact. ''Nothin'. Just wanted to let you know how much I love you all over again.'' He knew he shouldn't lie to you- that he should tell you the truth about where all his money comes from, how his family got as powerful as it is, what kind of person he actually is. But it was too dangerous. Luckily for him, he was a good liar, an actor- if you may call it that. He grabbed the foot he was massaging and placed it near his lips before he kissed each one of your fingers in a slow, sensual manner. This made you relax and soon enough, you were resting once again, breathing calmly as you felt safe in his presence.

✶ gangster!rafe, who tries to stop by the flower shop every single day to say hello. No matter how busy he was, how much trouble he had gotten himself into, what kind of business he was doing that day, he never forgot about you. Ever.

✶ gangster!rafe, who likes to take you back to where the both of you had first met every once in a while. The place, in question, is les deus magots.

✶ gangster!rafe, who might be rough between the sheets, but is as gentle as he can be afterwards and makes your comfort his prime priority.

you let out quiet mews as he pounded into you, you legs wrapped around his hips as your plush breasts jiggled up and down in rhythm with his thrusts. Your plump lips remained parted as you felt out of breath, feeling an intense flutter in your tummy that only got stronger as his movements picked up a speed. It felt so good- too good, in fact. You couldn't help but let out some tears that started to run down your cheeks, eyes closed shut as you listened to his grunts. The bed was shaking, making the crackling sound echo through the bedroom.

''There you go, shhh, you're okay.'' he whispers soothingly as he plants a soft kiss on the side of your cheek, both of you laying inside the warm bathtub. There were scented candles on the bathroom countertops, The lights on the pastel green walls turned off in order to enhance the ambiance of the room. Your muscles finally relaxed, and you felt yourself slowly start drifting into sleep while one of Rafe's hands massaged your shoulders. He seems content, blue eyes full of emotion as he looks down at you, hot breath against your neck and tiny droplets of water landing on your back from his wet and messy hair.

✶ gangster!rafe, who lets you spend his money on whatever you want, no matter what. All you have to do is ask, and he'll give you some cash- no questions asked.

✶ gangster!rafe, who loves the way your eyes brighten up whenever you're at the park and you find a pretty flower. Who later takes it from your little hands and places it on your hair.

✶ gangster!rafe, who gifted you a puppy one day as a surprise .

''So, I got you a little something.'' he tells you while he held in front of you a rather large red box with a big white bow around it between his arms. His tone was blunt, his expression the same as always, yet he was lightly tapping his foot against the wooden floor of your home. You were confused, to say the least, But of course- you accepted it, quickly taking it from his hands- perfectly manicured nails gripping it tightly. It was heavy- very heavy. ''Oh! I wonder what it could be!!'' you said almost in a lyrical shriek, excitement in your voice as you sat down on your sofa, legs crossed while you placed it right next to you. Suddenly, it moved, and your widening eyes drifted from the package to Rafe. ''No...no.. gosh, Rafe don't tell me it's what I think it is'' you murmured, placing your hands over your mouth. You were met with silence. Of course he didn't answer. Instead, he just tilted his head, almost as if he was attempting to hide the sly grin that was beginning to form on his lips. Not being able to control your excitement any longer, you carefully opened the box, taking the upper part away and revealing what was inside. You gasped, and your pretty shrieks of happiness filled the room. Rafe Cameron had gifted you a cocker spaniel puppy. A real puppy- not a plushie. ''Oh my goodness.. oh my goodness! oh wow- I have no words!'' you ran up to him and hugged him tightly- maybe a little too much. The puppy trotted towards the both of you and barked happily. ''Glad to be makin' you happy, peach'' he said before gently taking your chin in his hand to make you look up at him before kissing you on the lips.

✶ gangster!rafe, who wouldn't admit it out loud, but sometimes thinks that maybe.. you really are 'the one' for him...

✶ a/n : GUYS GUYS I DID IT!! I know this is a bit short, but tbh.. I might write more about gangster!rafe in the future :) if anyone wants to request something with him you can feel free to do so too. I tried to include a little smut, but eh.. this was my first ever fic (if you could even call this a fic) so it's probably a bit...meh. Either way, I'm glad I finally finished it, and I hope it was enjoyable to read!!

✶ creds : @amariisflossy for the gangster!rafe idea, @dollywons for the second header

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btsugarush · 1 year

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GANGSTA | myg [m.list]

❝i’m a fucking criminal, princess.❞

summary: rough sex, blood money, drugs, and gang related activity; four things you never predicted to experience in your simple life. not until you opened your mouth and caught his attention.

pairings: gang leader!yoongi x f!reader

warnings: smut, gunplay, drugs, drug addiction, dark!yoongi, drug lord!yoongi, strong language, gang violence, blood and gore, murder, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behavior, abuse, cheating, angst, fluff, dubcon, implied noncon (not from yoongi but within his gang with his knowledge), 18+, minors dni

authors note: hello??? why does suga never give me a break? he snapped on haegeum. giving me toxic gang member vibes. this is gonna be a dark, heavily graphic fic. i warn you, if you don’t like anything mentioned in the warnings then this isn’t for you. this story is purely fictional and for your enjoyment, i do not condone gang violence, affiliation or any of the fucked up shit yoongi will do in this story. comment below if you want to be added to the taglist.

©btsugarush. please do not repost.

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daydreams-after-dark · 2 months

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Gang leader fem reader x chan x hyunjin

Inspired by Freeze video setting.

MDNI / SMUT ‼️⚠️

A/n: just saw this in my drafts as an idea summary, and although I was going to may still elaborate, I think it’s still a little hot as is.

It’s cold and you’re all rugged up in a floor length jacket that ties at the waist.

Blond Channie sits on the brown leather couch waiting for you to sit on his lap. You love how your boys, so tough and would kill for you, are always ready to pleasure you.

A heater is on, facing the couch, in an attempt to take the chill out of the air.

You sit reverse on Chan’s lap, feeling the hard-on in his pants press against you. A knock at the door sees blond Hyunjin arrive with a suitcase.

You beckon him to come kneel in front of you.

No one says a word, they already know what to do. Chan unwraps your jacket to reveal to Hyunjin your completely naked form. You open your legs resting them over Chan’s wide spread legs.

The jacket is in the way, so you stand briefly to take off and toss it to the floor. It gives chan enough time to release his thick cock.

Then your fucking him reverse. Feet planted into the couch to give you leverage.

Hyunjin still completely dressed in his winter coat, leans in and starts licking your clit, catching some of Chan’s dick too.

Then you decide it’s not enough… you need Chan to fill your ass. So you slide off his cock and reposition the tip against your rim. With the help of Hyunjin working you up with his tongue and Channie whispering about how good you’re taking his cock, your fully impaled fairly quickly.

Hyunjin opens his briefcase to retrieve a glass dildo and he fucks your pussy with that until you cum all over him.

😵‍💫😵‍💫 @channieandhisgoonsquad @noellllslut @weareapackofstrays @kangnina @3rachasdomesticbanana @newhope8 @wolfennracha @queen-in-the-shadows

#skz smut #chan smut #hyunjin smut #sorshas fic #Skz gangster #chan x reader #hyunjin x reader

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crazy4myself · 2 months

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No Harm List | Pt. 14

Word count: 5.5k ish

Warnings: explicit language, violence, sexual themes

Summary: You live in a city where crime runs rampant. One day, you save a young boy’s life, not knowing that he is the most powerful crime lord's heir. And you have just been put on the no harm list.

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A/N: Hiii lovelies I know it had been literal years since I’ve properly updated. To avoid confusion you may want to go back a few chapters to refresh; I recommend part 12. Also some of the next few chapters may look familiar bc I re-wrote them. But I think you will like this version much better :)

“Why did you avoid me after we kissed?” you asked again, your voice clear. You did not make yourself elaborate. You didn’t tell him how you’ve felt lost and helpless these weeks. And if you could take it back, you would. But if you were honest with yourself, no part of you really wanted to.

You just looked at him expectantly and watched him squirm in the silence. “Because.. I’m a coward,” he offered, looking down at his hands.

Your silence was loud in the air between you, pressuring him to keep talking, “I was scared because BTS has already put you in so much danger already. I mean, we're not even dating, and you were basically held hostage.”

“Don’t pin this on me.” you cut him off. You knew it was a valid point, but it wasn’t his only reason for not talking to you. “Whether or not I endanger myself to date you is a decision for us to make. Why did you avoid me?” you asked again.

“I was scared. I was scared it was an impulsive or pity kiss after being shot. I was scared you didn’t have feelings for me, so I avoided the rejection.”

You quirked a brow in disbelief. Oh, sure, he was scared of you rejecting him. “It’s true!” he insisted.

“And I don’t even know if I could date you,” he added, and you felt a part of your chest ache at the confession.

“I don’t know if I'm capable of dating with my lifestyle. It's not only a safety hazard, but I don't know if I’m capable of giving you any more of myself than I already have. I think about you all the time. And I love spending time with you. But our friendship, where we were before that kiss, it’s all I know how to give people.”

He turned to you, eyes searching your face for any signs of hurt or betrayal, but he couldn’t read your expression as you quietly whispered, “And what if I told you that’s enough?”

Jungkook parted his lips but was at a loss for words.

“I’ve never really dated,” you explained, “And I don't think I know how to. And school is so stressful, and the program is only going to get more complex. I’m not sure I have time to learn and figure out the ‘right’ way to do it.” You paused as you saw his eyebrows furrow in confusion, and you realized how contradictory you were sounding.

“I like you, Jungkook. I like what we have, and I liked kissing you. But before now, I didn’t think I could date you. Not because of the whole ‘gang’ thing. But because I think-” your voice cracked, “I think something in me broke when I lost Daewon. I never,” You paused to swallow.

“I will never let anyone in like that again because it hurt so bad when I lost her. And we weren’t even together romantically. So, imagine how bad it would hurt to lose a partner?” a hot tear rolled down your cheek, and Jungkook reached up to wipe it. You leaned into the comforting heat of his touch as his callused thumb rubbed soothingly on your cheek.

“What I’m trying to say is we both clearly have boundaries and walls. And we both suck at keeping the other out of some of them. So what if we loved eachother in whatever fucked up way we know how and at least reap the benefits of having shitty partners?” You offered with a hesitant smile.

“The benefits being?” Jungkook asked with a quirked brow.

Mischief glinted in your eyes as you smiled at him before lifting onto your knees and crawling towards him on the couch. Jungkook knew this conversation wasn’t over. He knew he should stop you and assure you that nothing about you was broken for being cautious about who you loved. He wanted to tell you that you were good and kind and would make an incredible partner in any capacity, and he was worried he wouldn’t deserve what you were willing to give. But his mind went blank as you inched so close that he could feel your breath against his face as you murmured, “I can think of a few.”

You moved confidently but still grazed your lips against his in the softest touch as if asking for permission.

Jungkook leaned forward, capturing you in the kiss and pulling you into his lap. It was just as hungry as last time, as if he had been waiting to taste you again. Jungkook felt his body come alight at the joy of feeling you pressed against him. His hands rubbed eagerly against your thighs before wandering up your sides, your arms, and your shoulders as he took all of you in.

The touch wasn’t as much for pleasure as it was a claiming. But still, you skin tingled in response. A trail of goosebumps rose in the wake of every brush of his callused hands.

Finally, you broke the kiss to catch your breath. Pressing your forehead against his, you both smiled like idiots as you took eachother in.

Jungkook leaned in to kiss you again, softer this time. As if the raw desperation passed, he would savor every second now that he had you. His hands were firmly on your waist, and his thumbs rubbed in a soothing motion, lower, and lower as they crept under the hem of your shirt.

You felt core core turning molten and couldn’t reflect back on the last time you had been with someone in this way.

Jungkook’s mouth was hot against your neck, trailing down from behind your ear lower and lower, looking for the spot that made-

You gasped and arched against him in pleasure, your chest pressing harder against his.

There it was, his mind thought in primal satisfaction, as he bit down right above your pulse point, making you writhe against him further. He had been replaying the sounds you made during your last kiss in his head an embarrassing number of nights he was alone. He wanted to map your body right now and learn every spot that made you sigh and moan for him. His hands had migrated further up your ribcage, your skin flushing hot beneath his touch as his thumbs swiped just below your bra.

He was about to reach around to unclasp it when a cough from the kitchen cut his ministrations short. You both turned in shock to see Yoongi placing an expresso pod in the coffee machine.

“J-Hope is in the garage you might wanna,” he waved his hand in the air in a vague gesture to separate. “Or don’t,” he said with a shrug, “I think his reaction would be funny.”

You were scrambling off Jungkook's lap and shoving a pillow between the two of you. Your lips were swollen and bruised from the kiss. You straightened your shirt, which was more rumpled from your earlier fight than anything, and placed a pillow between the two of you as if to protect your chastity with seconds to spare before the sound of Hoseok’s footsteps echoed from the garage. You locked eyes with him as soon as he made it in the entryway. You could feel the anger radiating off of him as he entered the room.

“What happened?” He demanded.

Jungkook calmed his breathing, grabbing the pillow barrier to instead place on his lap as he reminded himself that the bakery was attacked. Hoseok had no clue that Jungkook was just kissing his best friend and that he was not in danger.

“Hobi!” you were up in an instant, ignoring his foul temper as you wrapped your arms around him.

He caught your embrace effortlessly, his eyes tracking you and then noting Jungkook and his new emotional support pillow as he squeezed you tightly before letting you step back.

“Are you okay?” you both ask in unison before cracking a smile.

“I’m fine I just had to lay low. What happened at the bakery tonight?” Hoseok pushed.

Your smile faltered for a moment. “There was an ambush, they didn’t touch me. I can’t say the same for them, but they’ll be fine.” you started.

Hoseok’s brow rose at your implication, “You took out four of the Black Tips best men?” he asked. He didn’t sound disbelieving, he sounded… impressed and maybe a little proud.

“Only two, and I wouldn’t call them the best. Why are you here if you’re in hiding?” you asked, ignoring the way his approval warmed you chest. “And why were you in hiding? And when did you dye your hair?” you pushed. Reaching up to touch the murky black locks. It was obviously box-dyed and barely covered the bright red it was days earlier.

Hoseok smiled tight-lipped before moving to the couch, “I’ll tell my story if you promise to tell yours when Jin and RM get back.” He offered.

You refrained from pointing out that the reason you were at the Den in the first place was to do exactly that. You were too eager to get some answers from Hoseok. Who quickly filled you in on the details of the fake assassination attempt that ended in a not-so-fake assassination charge. That led to Hoseok and Yoongi hiding out in some shitty safe house an hour outside the city, living off Raman noodles and re-dying their hair to more subtle colors.

By time Hoseok had finished, the other members of BTS began filing in. Hoseok told you they had only been called out of hiding so Yoongi could manage the video footage of the bakery and nearby security cameras for the police department and insurance claims. Jin wanted to edit out any evidence of a gang-related interrogation, or else their relationship was going to get a lot more complicated with the local authorities.

But apparently, there was no need. Yoongi was fuming when he returned from his office, informing the others that while the security cameras were able to stream live footage to their system, the memory had been wiped from BTS’s computers.

He still had to cover their tracks of abducting the Black Tips on any city cameras. But otherwise the gang was relying on you as the sole witness to the night's events.

Well, you and the four Black Tip members who attacked you. The men were currently stored away in a safe house under the greenhouse on the Den’s property. But with the excessive exposure to Jimin’s smoke, there was a chance their memories would be unreliable, if not nonexistent.

Jimin couldn’t even estimate a wake time for the men due to the level of gas they inhaled. It could be days before anyone could get answers out of them.

When Jin and Jimin finally returned from filing their reports to the authorities, everyone settled in the living room to hear your account. You recalled the night's events as detailed as possible, telling them how the man in the suit tried to buy your loyalty from BTS and describing him to the best of your ability.

To your relief, they all listened quietly while you spoke, and when you were done, it was V who helped you fill in any gaps you may have missed by prompting you with questions. His presence was steady and soothing, and you realized he was giving you a glimpse of the spider at work. The others didn’t dare interrupt him or ask their own questions, they trusted him to gather every drop of information.

What did the man in the suite look like?

Did he ask about BTS’s current movements?

What ‘sins against the city’ did he want to hold BTS responsible for?

What information did he want you to report back?

You didn’t have any answers to half of those questions, confessing you spent most of your time stalling and trying to get the man to reveal why he was bribing you of all people. You were convinced at the time that the alarm had alerted BTS of your situation and that they would arrive at any minute. The thought of the man getting away didn’t seem like a possibility.

And a small part of you, despite promising yourself you owed BTS nothing outside of your contract, couldn’t help but feel like this oversight was a failure on your part. Somehow, you let the gang down.

Jin clarified that the alarm had been disabled along with the cameras hours prior to the break-in. It was by luck and V’s intel that they managed to get to you when you did.

“And isn't that a big fucking problem?” Hoseok growled, unable to stay quiet any longer.

He stepped forward, glaring in Jin and Jimin’s direction, “Do you realize how irresponsible it was to schedule her on a closing shift alone.” He accused.

“Hobi, it’s fine I worked late all the time at my last job,” you started trying to diffuse the situation.

Everyone in the room refrained from pointing out how well that had gone for you.

“No, it’s not fine. This isn’t like your other job. What if they tried to get information from her at that moment, and she had nothing to give? What if V didn’t call in time? There are a thousand different ways this could have gone wrong. She is not a member of this gang,” Hoseok snapped.

You flinched slightly at his tone.

“She doesn’t have the tattoo. Debt and favors aside, she should not be this deep in BTS’s affairs. She should not be alone in our businesses. That bakery is a cover for Jimin’s lab and loitering drug money. Why the hell would you think it okay to leave her alone there?” He continued.

Jin’s face was like a stone as Hoseok lectured him, not wanting his own emotions to invalidate his brothers. “You're right.” Jin agreed, and you could see the full weight of tonight's events take a toll on him as his shoulders sagged and he turned to you with guilt in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry I put you in danger, Ella. We will never let it happen again.” Jin promised his voice was soft but earnest.

“It sure as hell won’t because she’s not working for you anymore.” Hoseok snapped.

“That's not your call to make,” you argued.

Hoseok turned to you, frustration evident on his face, “Do not fight me on this. You know tonight was too dangerous.”

“She was the dangerous part of tonight. She was fine.” Jungkook pushed, standing next to you.

“Stay out of this!” You and Hoseok snapped in unison.

Jungkook’s face puckered like he tasted something sour, but he sat back on the couch's arm.

“Tonight, you were lucky that man wanted you alive. He could change his mind at any point why can’t you see the danger in that.”

“I'm bound by contract to keep working off my debt,” you argued as you turned to RM for backup.

RM crossed his arms, taking in you and Hoseok as he contemplated his response.

“Blood debt runs deeper than civil law,” Hoseok said before his leader could voice his opinion. And a tense stillness fell across the room.

“Have you forgotten she’s on the No Harm List? That we are supposed to be willing to die for her.” he pushed. The whole gang's demeanor changed at the reminder Jimin downcast his gaze as his shame sank into his gut.

“I don’t want that,” you pushed, horrified, “Take me off the list I don’t - I did not ever want that.”

“Daewon, please, why won’t you let me protect you!”

The room fell quiet as his sister's name echoed through the room.

Your chest ached as understanding settled in, “Oh, Hobie,” you sighed.

“We’ll take a vote,” RM ordered, unable to stand another minute of this fighting. “We have damage control to take care of, and everyone is tired. We meet first thing, and we will decide as a team what we should do about Ella.”

Hoseok’s smile was mirthless at his boss’s half-ass attempt to placate him. “See you bright in early,” he said with a salute before turning for the garage.

You stared after your best friend, hesitant to follow him. “And do I get a say in that decision?” you asked RM softly.

RM sighed, “Your opinion will be considered when we vote. You will have full control over how we go about re-negotiating your contract if it comes to it.”

Assuming that was the best you could get, you sighed, eyes flicking over to Yoongi who flanked RM’s left, his arms crossed and his expression stoic.

“I guess I’ll go catch up with Hobi,” you offered hesitantly, not knowing what to do. Yoongi met your eyes but said nothing. Taking Yoongi’s silence as his answer, you squeezed Jungkook’s hand in a silent farewell before you followed Hoseok to the garage.

Hoseok kept his eyes forward as you approached his vehicle. He was sitting in his Porsche the engine purred a soft accompaniment to the rhythmic thump of his music.

“Can I catch a ride?” you asked, already settling into the passenger's seat and buckling before he could give an empty “Sure.” in response.

You didn’t ask where he was taking you as he sped out of the Den’s parking lot and into the streets of the seventh ward. His options were limited if he was still a wanted man, and you figured you would end up at your apartment by the end of the night.

“We need to pick up another box of hair dye. Whoever did yours did a shitty job,” you said, reaching to run your fingers through his hair.

The unique thing about your friendship with Hoseok was you two were forced to mourn together when you were getting close. Meaning you both had a talent for ignoring the elephant in the room and settling into a normal life where you talked around the big issue.

It wasn’t always healthy to ignore your problems like that. But for you and Hoseok, it worked. After big changes like this, you both had a habit of turning off your feelings for a while and giving each other space and time to process instead of forcing each other to talk about an issue before you were ready.

It’s what you did with Daewon’s death. It’s what he did for you when you first found out about BTS.

So tonight, you could make space for him. The two of you could go through the rest of the night without talking about the bakery or BTS at all if he didn’t want to.

You glanced out the window, realizing what street he was turning on.

“We’re going to see Dae?” you asked, surprised as he pulled to the side of the road outside the city’s botanical garden. The gardens were closed, which was no surprise considering it was close to one in the morning. But that was never a problem in the past.

“We didn’t visit her on her anniversary this year,” Hoseok said simply.

You both visited separately, though you wouldn’t point it out. At the time of Dae’s anniversary, you were still giving him the silent treatment for lying to you about BTS. You had visited Daewon’s grave on your own and saw that it had already been cleaned, and her favorite flowers decorated the small plot, meaning Hoseok had already beat you there.

At the time, you had felt guilty for the relief you felt in your chest. Visiting her that day came with the fear that you and Hoseok would cross paths before you were ready to face him. And you think Dae would have been disappointed to see the two of you arguing on top of her grave.

Because of that, neither of you had gone through with your tradition of robbing the botanical gardens.

Your freshmen year of college was filled with many adventures since moving to Alcor was still a novel experience, but it also came with many nights of being homesick. While Gautier was technically a territory of Kros, the country Alcor resides in, the cultures were very different. And the climate was shockingly different in the cold and wet port city where the smell of sea salt was on the breeze, you missed the clean and fresh scent of blooming heathers and rosemary in the spring, and the taste of sweet figs right off the tree in the summer time.

One night, when you were suffering from a rather nasty bout of homesickness, Daewon took you to the botanical gardens and taught you how to break in at night. At the back of the property, a mighty magnolia tree bloomed outside the garden's fence. It was almost too easy to scale the tree’s sturdy branches and dismount on the other side of the garden. The fences were lined with countless bamboo trellises fortified with different vine plants, making for an easy escape anywhere inside the garden.

You remember how your heart fluttered the first night the two of you broke in. You had to make an effort to hold in your nervous giggle as you scaled the magnolia tree and landed on the mossy lawn of the prehistoric trail, which was lined with ZZ plants and ferns with curling fronds. Sneaking your way through the trail and across the lawn of irsis leads you past the desert exhibit and to a greenhouse that honored the terrain of the eastern colony you called home.

The air was warm but much dryer thanks to the special ventilation system, but despite the heavy humidity missing from the air, the small shrub like plants thrived in the rocky soil, filling the air with the fragrant and aromatic scent of rosemary, lavender, and heathers.

You remember how a knot built in the back of your throat as you ran your fingers over the woody rosemary bush, taking in the earthy pine-like scent. Dae sat with you and listened to you go on about your childhood home for hours.

The giant rosemary bushes that were planted around your house were a staple in your kitchen and bathroom growing up. Your mother was always placing sprigs in her hair products, using it as her own perfume.

You told her the story of how your dad always tried to recreate your mother's french toast recipe on your birthday, but he always forgot to sweeten it so it just tasted like egg bread.

You told her stories of how your father courted your stepmom and how you watched them fall in love again, and build a new family together. One you didn’t fit into as snuggly, not for lack of love in your home, but because you were so much older than your siblings and you had your own dreams and life you were ready to find in Alcor.

Dae held you when you cried, then jokingly played the national anthem to Gautier on her cell phone. You guys laughed and danced around the greenhouse as she struggled to keep up with the lyrics.

The memory brought warmth to your chest years later, just like all the other memories with Daewon. But beneath the warmth, a sharp ache still lingered. Daewon wasn’t perfect by any means; she had a temper like her brother, and she could brood like no other.

But she was good. Daewon was good and fun and she loved so fiercely and encouraged and celebrated her friends. She was the type of person to buy you an ice cream after you failed a test and a cake if you passed.

She was the first person to encourage and support you in your adult life, even in scandalous situations like bringing you a spare set of clothes to the frat house so your walk of shame was a bit less shameful the next morning.

“God I miss her,” you sighed as you approached the magnolia.

“Me too. Every day.” Hoseok agreed quietly as he watched you scale the branches.

He was a worry wort and always made you go first in case you slipped.

“Did Daeown ever know? About BTS?” you asked curiously as both climbed higher in the magnolia tree.

“She knew some of it, like selling the spare car parts, and she could obviously guess some more once I got the tattoo, but she didn’t know everything.” He offered as you reached the branch just past the tall fence that protected the gardens.

‘She didn’t know I shot people,’ she could almost hear Hoseok say.

You ducked low as you approached the branch that led into the garden. Grabbing onto the limb above you to balance yourself, you carefully made your way forward as the branch dipped under your weight.

“Careful,” Hoseok warned.

“Whatever,” you said, rolling your eyes as you let go of the limb stabling you, tightening your core as you jumped from the tree. It was less than a 5-foot drop, but you kept your knees bent as you landed, feeling the impact reverberate back into your legs. You hissed as the pins and needles feeling swarmed the balls of your feet.

“You gotta tuck and roll,” Hosek laughed as you wattled out of his way.

You watched as he lowered himself on the branch the muscles in his body tensed before he sprung forward, extending his legs with his knees still slightly bent.

You sometimes forget the athleticism Hoseok hones in his body. You take for granted how smooth and precise his movements are. It was something you still couldn't quite replicate when you trained with Jungkook. But as you admired your friend, you wondered if he was responsible for training Jungkook to master his own smooth agility.

As his feet touched the ground, he pushed his momentum forward, curling into a ball and rolling across the grass.

“Ow fuck!” he exclaimed as he backrolled over a raised root of a nearby tree.

“And that's why I don’t tuck and roll,” you teased, walking towards him, the ach in your legs nearly forgotten.

You wandered out of the exhibit and towards the iris lawn. Dae’s favorite flowers were blue irises. She used to always pick a few of the flowers any time they visited the garden and keep a vase of them in the dorm room.

“You know they’re bulbed plants one day, we can go to the store and get our own,” Hoseok suggested.

“It’s not the same she says they smell better when they’re picked from the garden here,” you insisted.

“It’s not like she’ll be smelling these,” Hoseok grumbled under his breath but obliged when you held out your hand for his pocket knife.

The theft was quick and efficient. You cut loose five of the flower's long stems and returned back to the fence. Taking care that the flowers were unharmed as you shimmied up one of the trellises.

You were both back in the car within 15 minutes and driving down the road to her grave. The visit was a quiet one. Not tearful like in years past, and for a moment as the two of you kneeled and placed the flowers against the tombstone, you didn’t know if either of you were going to speak at all.

“Do you think you’ll ever leave the city,” Hoseok asked quietly.

You looked at him, startled, “You know my dream is to be a travel doctor,” you replied.

“Is that still your dream?” He asked.

You were quiet for a moment, your eyes searching his face for any indication of where he was going with this.

“Y/N, you were determined once. Focused. You lived and sacrificed for that dream and would never jeopardize it. And lately, you’ve-” You closed your eyes as you caught on to his intentions.

“Continued to sacrifice for it,” you interrupted him, “everything I’ve done, the debt I have isn’t so I can play gangster. It’s so I can finish school. The moment I graduate and the moment I pay off my debt, I’m leaving the city.” You assured.

“You could leave now,” he urged.

“Take a residency somewhere I know your grades are good enough for that accelerated program.”

“I can’t run out on my debt. They will find me.” You hissed.

“They won’t. Jungkook will pull RM off your trail, and they can’t send me after you. I would go with you. You’re the only family I have.” Hoseok pushed his voice urgent, “Things are getting bad. There’s a turf war brewing, and the Black Tips aren’t working alone. I don’t think that man who came after you tonight is from the west side. If power players from the East are involved, this whole city will go to shit. This isn’t a petty fight; people will die. The inner circle and whoever is affiliated with them will have a target on their back.”

“What about Yoongi?” You asked.

Your question was double-sided. You knew about Hoseok’s feelings for him and his unwillingness to move on from him over the years. Hoseok was always privet with the gang side of his life, but even before you knew of BTS, you knew of Yoongi and the web of feelings he carried with him. And you also knew of the second's ability to track down and find anyone. If RM wanted either of you dead, Yoongi would find you in a heartbeat and probably had the skill set to dispose of you himself, too.

Hoseok's eyes downcast “He would let us go.”

“You’re expecting a lot of loyalty from someone you plan to betray.” You pushed.

“You’re putting up a hard fight for someone who claims they don’t have a real reason to stay,” he pressed back.

You looked away from your best friend. The man who treated you like his own sister from the beginning. Who was ready to give everything up and run to make sure you were safe.

Why weren’t you willing to give up your fraction of this world in return?

“Perhaps things are more complicated than I give myself credit for. I kissed Jungkook, and I can’t just leave until I figure that out.” You admitted embarrassed. You braced yourself for the teasing or the anger. But Hoseok's face was calm as he responded his eyes ernst and urgent.

“I fucked Yoongi,” Hoseok countered. “If I don’t leave now. I never will.”

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chaos0pikachu · 3 months

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there's only 41 fics for the merciless (2017) which is a god damn travesty I need everybody to watch this film it's got everything; slick ass cinematography, the type of visual & narrative parallels that'd make the spn girls and gays wet, a insta baddie lipped cop twink who makes a gangster daddy old man pathetically down bad for him, the director saying shit like "I kept telling the actors during filming that this is a romance, more melodrama than noir" with a straight face at fucking CANNES, the most erotic elevator scene since fatal attraction, the type of tragic ending that requires at least 20 fix it fics and another handful of pwps

#the merciless #bulhandang #chaos pikachu speaks #pikachu's chaotic recaps #feed me god damnit #the fic that is there tho is lovely and dope as fuck #it's just that I've read it all #and I'm dying for more #the elevator scene deserves a fic in and of itself #cause that old gangster daddy pinned that twink's arms to the wall #and then got to his knees #and I need fic for this moment

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pharawee · 6 months

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#my dear gangster oppa #my dear gangster oppa the series #winner tanatat #mydeargangsteroppaedit #thai bl #thai drama #bl drama #bl series #my edits.#🥰🥰🥰#i got my wish!#a boyfie for wahl!#i'm writing fic in my head as we speak

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eleni-cherie · 10 months

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a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg [COMPLETED] masterlist

"so eager to be in a headlock again?"

"only if it's by you."

he thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. but his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble.

[sequel to 'among thieves || bts • pjm' - can be read independently!!]

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list of all chapters:

intro | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6 | 0.7 | 0.8 | 0.9 | 1.0 | 1.1 | 1.2 | 1.3 | 1.4 | 1.5 | 1.6 | 1.7 | 1.8 | epilogue

— word count: 72k

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to lovers s2l

I don't wanna spoil too much, but all members play a role in this story!

— song recommendations/inspirations:

agust d - haegeum

(g)i-dle - dahlia

the neighbourhood - sweater weather

alexandra savior - bones

architects - heartburn

zayn - rear view & love like this

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IDEA/STORY/CHARACTERS BASED ON MY PREVIOUS JIMIN FANFIC "AMONG THIEVES". TBH I DIDN'T PLAN TO WRITE THIS YOONGI SEQUEL BUT THEN I SAW THE FOLLOWING GIFS OF HIM AND SOYEON BACK TO BACK AND WAS LIKE "GODDAMN I NEED TO WRITE ABOUT THESE TWO!!!"

PROTAGONISTS:

MIN YOONGI AS HIMSELF; RETIRED THIEF / MASTER SWORD FIGHTER / INVOLUNTARY GETAWAY DRIVER

JEON SOYEON AS HERSELF; HUNTED NORMIE / FUGITIVE SONGWRITER / INVOLUNTARY STOWAWAY

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

NOT FREE FROM LINGUISTIC ERRORS - ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE.

DON’T BE A GHOST READER. LIKE, COMMENT & SHARE THIS STORY IF YOU LIKE IT :))

DEDICATED TO EVERYONE WHO’S READING THIS FANFIC. BUT ESPECIALLY TO @taexual WHO HELPED ME WITH THE DESCRIPTION AND MANY OTHER THINGS!

CHECK OUT MY OTHER STORIES AS WELL: HERE

-Elenixx

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beah388love · 1 month

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Cravings

18+ MINORS DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Legend Masterlist

Pairing: Reggie Kray x fem!pregnant reader

Summary: Your pregnant and get cravings…

Warnings: Swearing,cravings,pregnancy!!! (Please tell me if I missed any!!!)

"Reggie!" You whispered into his ear, poking his side with your pointer finger.

"Mh?" Reggie groaned turning in his sleep.

"Reggie baby..m'craving a'gain" you whispered louder in his ear.

"Again? What do'ya want this time?" He muttered into my neck, his other hand massaging my hips.

"Mmh...an ice lolly" I whispered with a shit eating grin.

"Of course why am I shocked" Reggie chuckled as he gave me a kiss and got up from the bed.

"Thank you baby" I said as I tried to take the lolly off of Reggie but he kept pulling it away smirking widely as he did.

"Reg..give it please..." i whined but he didn't give in.

"What's the magic word?" He smirked

"Give it"

"Nope" he grinned pulling his hand away.

"Pretty Please..the boys are hungry" you whined with a pout looking down at your bump,

"Fine.. the magic word was noodles but I'll give it to ya cause I feel bad" he handed it to me smiling.

“Dick” you gave him a playful nudge when he sat back down giving your bump a kiss before giving you a kiss.

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silverraes · 6 months

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not Tew doing all the labour despite being injured while Guy babygirls his way into being the personal glass holder, I love them your honor

#this entire episode is just a disguised sick fic #and then there's tul in a corner freshly beaten up and still working his ass off lmao #my dear gangster oppa #thai bl #straw watches things

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bird-inacage · 1 year

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Fort x Peat for Journey Magazine (The Gangster Gifset)

Are they gangsters? Are they your local school yard bullies? Are they off-duty agents who’ve had a rough day? Who knows. Who cares when they look like THIS.

#LITA #love in the air #love in the air series #LITA cast #fortpeat #fort thitipong #peat wasuthorn #babyfeat #prapaisky #paisky #the force is strong in this one #these photoshoots are an abundance of fic concepts #channelling 90s gangster movie

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divinekangaroo · 2 months

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Was contemplating the whole ‘Tommy has no friends except Alfie’ thing/thought (it’s my own internal running joke too) but it can't really be true?

Tommy appears to have this huge social network, groups of people he’s still in touch with from the war, including internationally, and including in the officer class; these supposed very reliable contacts in Ireland which I can only assume ties back to the family connections to Ireland and maybe some visit across in his past; the huge respect (and edge of fear) network in Small Heath extending broader into Birmingham; seemingly a very *useful* social-climbing networking he's developed to be able to get the mayor and various politicians to the Grace Shelby charity opening in S3, a society networking which he maintains and builds upon all the way through to Tommy being able to invite actual upper crust society to a ballet at his house (and people attend!)

I mean, there's a level of reserve (rank/war respect) or transactional basis (professional tit for tat society networks), but he also had more friend style connections with say Barney, Freddie (even if it’s soured by the time we see it) and Danny (again, changed by Danny’s own PTSD into that Sergeant-Major thing, but lots of hints it wasn't always like that).

I’ve imagined Tommy puts a significant effort into his social (and society) networking as he does into his business - staying in touch, staying useful, even to the point of using Arthur (or let's imagine his secretaries, his ministerial aides, Polly; picking the right 'hand' who can maintain that relationship for him) to ensure letters and communications keep happening so people remain aware of him, and he stays alive in people’s minds at any possible level of class. He'd have to be maintaining that network like a garden.

The party for Lizzie also didn’t seem like a first time thing for them so I also imagine he hosts quite a lot of social affairs to remain current and connected, which becomes vitally imperative in a different way as a politician compared to a businessman.

But I think that default inner joke, Tommy has no friends and is isolated, is sometimes the claustrophobia of the actual seasons/scenes we see, which are so zoomed into him, into the family, into the worst, that I sometimes double think myself. Just...there’s no way he’s as successful as he is without pouring buckets of effort into society. Admittedly, maybe hardly any of these networking connections are deep connections in the odd way Alfie became one, or Ben Younger could have been one, but Tommy would be talking and meeting and greeting and hosting and writing letters allllllll the time

#mr professional social butterfly; very possible that he still has no friends except alfie #but he'd have to be in society as a social well-connected man to hold his position the way he does #as a bookie or a gangster or a businessman or a politician or a patron of the arts or any of the various fields relying on networks #the next question is how naturally it comes to him or does he try to break it down into a formula and grit his teeth through it #i like to imagine he'd be quite social and entertaining if not constantly in a borderline panic attack due to Circumstances #i have writ elements of this in my fics and there is a theme here for me with Mosley mocking Tommy's social efforts as gauche/blatant #but yeah anyway i always run headlong into this wall of how close/claustrophobic his life/manner is shown when he'd HAVE to have personal-#-connections everywhere to work the way he does and would have an invite to some function or another every third day

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tankgotstuckinthecircusgate · 6 months

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i think i'd kill for anything related to don henry tomasino

ANON I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU ENDLESSLY !! thank you so much for this request i love don Henry au so much........😭💔💔💔

anyway! here's random sketches:

and Henry on Vinci's funeral bc i was thinking about it last week. in my head. in my head Vinci was the one who established Henry as the don.. and there's possibility that Vinci & Henry are relatives so yeahhhhhhh. his death would be kinda personal thing to Henry? not super emotional and tragic thing tho, but still

post anything related to don!Henry feels like undressing in public ngl

#idk for some reason im super afraid to share any of my ideas abt don!henry #i thought about this au a lot and i think that it's ooc at it's core and i'm just projecting my own ambitions onto the poor man 😭#BUT i still think the idea makes sense #< i think Clemente was gonna make Henry a capo after Luca died #and then Clemente was killed n Henry s like what the fuck guys #like this man literally grew up in made man's family #and i hc that most of his brothers were gangsters too #so i believe he subconsciously wants to be more than just a soldier (pride of course it's about pride)#maybe someday there'll be fic💀#(ending is kinda sad tho. for now)#but im working on other m2 thing rn anyway i hope i'll finish it #henry tomasino #mafia 2 #avart

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difeisheng · 10 months

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writing has truly felt like pulling teeth the last few days, but here, have a hard-earned snippet of something *falls down*

The shards of Shaoshi are still shattered on the road when he finds his way to Wangjiang Pavilion, sun slanting nearly at its peak. Xiao Zijin didn't even bother gathering them up or placing them to the side, the bastard; Di Feisheng would fly to Sigu Sect and duel the man in the courtyard himself for it if he thought it was worth his time.

(One day Di Feisheng will hunt him down. If not for Xiao Zijin's insecure stupidity, he might have laid eyes upon Li Xiangyi again. But he has priorities, and one fumbling idiot, clinging to the reputation of a sect that is only the shell of its former glory, is currently irrelevant.)

Dust has already settled on Shaoshi's hilt. Di Feisheng reaches for it, settles it in his grasp. Even unbalanced like this, with its blade in pieces, its former quality as a weapon is evident by touch. But the strike of Yangzhouman remains where he strokes the hammered clouds of the grip. There is no spirit to this sword now, broken by the inner energy it was aligned with for so long.

Li Xiangyi is dead, but his sword is not, Di Feisheng told him half a month ago, unthinking but for the wine in his hand and the rush of being alive, both himself and the man across from him. The last laugh Shaoshi has become is sharper than the remains it's broken into. Even mended, it will no longer be the same blade that first carved out the forms of Xiangyi Taijian.

Li Xiangyi is dead.

His words were the ones taken from Li Xiangyi's mouth, an acquiescence then, because how could Li Xiangyi be dead when here he was? Smiling, as tangible a thing as the touch of Yangzhouman singing through Di Feisheng's meridians. Beifeng Baichang had let him survive, retreat into himself, but Yangzhouman allowed him to live again.

With strength left in Li Xiangyi to snap his own sword, was it enough to save its founder one last time, too?

"Zunshang."

Wuyan lands without sound in the shadow of the pavilion, crouching into a bow. Di Feisheng motions for him to rise. At least there'll always be one man in this world to appear on time.

"Have everyone left search for Li Xiangyi. Send them downriver first. Check for any abandoned boats on the shore. I want to know everything, whether you succeed or not."

"Understood. What should we do if we find him?"

"If he's dead, bring him back. Or tell me where he's buried."

"And if he's alive?"

He's still owed the chance to face Li Xiangyi, left to know more of him in Di Feisheng's second life than just water-stained lines on paper. This, is something he should fight for.

And yet somewhere folded in Fang Duobing's belt is Li Xiangyi's letter, the only farewell he stopped to give. When the time comes, it comes.

What's the difference between a last goodbye, and a letting go?

Wuyan looks up. "Zunshang?"

Di Feisheng kneels on dusty ground and tears at the hem of his inner robe, something at hand to wrap Shaoshi in. There's still things yet of Li Xiangyi to pick up the pieces of. "Wuyan, have you ever thought I had an answer for everything?"

"I—"

"Because I'm realizing that I don't think I do." He folds the bundle into his own palm. "Go."

"So if Li Xiangyi is still in the Jianghu?"

Shaoshi's hilt weighs heavy in Di Feisheng's other hand, turned to dead metal.

"Ask me again when you find him."

#part of what is a first chapter. probably. maybe. i wish it wasn't #IM NOT SUPPOSED TO BE STARTING AN INTENDED MULTICHAP THIS DOESN'T END WELL GOOD GOD WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE #okay it's 2am im gonna go watch my brainless hk gangster drama now #finally got this section done it only took like 3 days #mysterious lotus casebook #di feisheng #wuyan #li xiangyi #ashton writes fic #li lianhua

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Hi- hope you are well, I love your art! I was wondering if you had an opinion on whether or not Crassus would side with Pompey or Caesar in the event that they still ended up going to civil war if he lived (noting he'd probably have been able to prevent it if he wanted to)

I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS A LOT

the part of me that believes in the enduring romance of a good partnership says he picks Pompey, but the part of me that loves tragedy and also spends too much time reading anything that mentions Crassus is saying 'it would depend.'

specifically, I think the decision would be timeline dependent, in the sense that Crassus would be more inclined to bet on Caesar since Pompey opts to stay in Rome and fulfill his command through legates, and his behavior during all of this is kind of eyebrow raising for someone like Crassus, who would probably start writing up a Pros/Cons list

it would also be thematically in line with Pompey, since the desertion of everyone except for Cornelia is important, and the loss of Crassus would be devastating since Crassus is one of the characters who has been in Pompey's narrative the longest, and his longest alliance for sure. Crassus outlived all of Pompey's marriages except for the one Pompey had to his son's widow, after all! and Pompey said he was the rising sun to Sulla's setting one, and you gotta commit to the theme if you're going to speak it into the world! and to a certain degree, Crassus also might feel more inclined to trust Caesar more at this point

on the other hand, a little later down the timeline, Caesar flips the Senate off and does his little Rubicon Scene, and provided Crassus hasn't picked between the two, he would probably re affirm his decades long coalition with Pompey because Sulla's Ghost marching on Rome is unacceptable. also, thematically here we're unlocking Sulla's Ghost (Caesar) going against Sulla's Heirs (Crassus, Pompey), and we've arrived at a Civil War With Layers To It Anyway! as both a Thebaid and Pharsalia enjoyer, this appeals to me immensely.

creating a situation where no Civil War happens is intriguing too, since the deaths that prompt it are Julia and Crassus. so. creating a situation where Crassus doesn't invade Parthia is a fun puzzle to solve. historically, Crassus gave both his sons over to Caesar to get their start on the military ladder, and Publius is the spark that starts off the Parthian expedition, so there needs to be an alternate event that stops Crassus from planning the expedition. the easy way out is that Crassus simply holds it off for one more year or simply Does Not Do It, but it clashes with both Publius' character and the way that Crassus was aware that he's. like. old, and is trying to legacy build something for his sons, and Crassus' atypical hold on power does not seem like something Publius would be interested in pursuing. but Marcus on the other hand......maybe.......

I have been toying with the idea of figuring out a scenario where Crassus splits his sons between Pompey and Caesar, but man, trying to get any of these years to line up in a way for it to work would require a personal miracle from saint jude or something, like I'm sitting across from Crassus and going 'hey man, what do I have to do to make you stay in Syria and not make a bad decision.'

#i want to timeloop fic them so bad but im doing one with crassus-sulla-pompey so caesar will have to wait #ask tag #i hope you're doing well too anon!#anyway. i have. many AUs. gangster AU. AU where pompey wins the civil war and brutus stabs first. another AU where (redacted) and etc #the DMBJ AU ofc. that one im tempting to finish all the way in a jumbled combination of comics and prose

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Toxic Bullets│3

navi - masterlist

Bakugou x Reader

Art: @mkm_storage on twitter

Mood Song: safety net

Summary: Trying to fix your brother’s mistake, you’re forced to do favors from one of Musutafu’s notorious mafia lords: Yo Shindo. On your final mission for the mafia leader, you catch another infamous mafia lord’s eye but not in the way you’d expect.

Warnings: cursing, mafia au, bakugou is a huge asshole and gets very aggressive, mild suggestive thoughts

This dream was like no other.

You couldn’t really move from the position you were in, though nothing was truly holding you down either. It just felt like your bones were a trillion times heavier than they actually were. You were able to look around, but it didn’t help much. You were surrounded by an overwhelming darkness.

You couldn’t speak, but you could surely hear your own thoughts. It felt like you had been here for hours, maybe even days.

Was this really a dream? Or were you just telling yourself that so you could shove down the thought that you were possibly dead?

Desperately, you tried to remember what had happened before you had come to this state. Your brother had done something stupid… no surprise there, and he got you in some big deadly fiasco of a mess.

The more you tried to remember the more you felt your head begin to ache so instead, you sat in silence. Letting the overwhelming sound of nothingness fill you up. For a moment you thought it would eventually consume you until a familiar voice began to softly echo.

Your eyes shot open at the sound of anything familiar, desperate to return to your old life and memories.

“W..What did you say?” You replied, scrambling to your feet shakily only to fall back to your knees.

“u/ʎ ǝɔıoɥɔ ʇɥɓıɹ ǝɥʇ ǝpɐɯ no⅄“

The sound grew louder and you felt your body begin to warm, not realizing how ice cold you had been this entire time. Tears began to brim at the tips of your eyes as your body began to relearn what it was like to feel again.

“Huh?!” You shouted desperately, clawing at the wet ground so you wouldn’t let this voice vanish your only escape.

“You made the right choice Y/n.”

The words were loud and clear to you now as the wet floor sucked you under only to spit you out into a world of color. Your body shot up from the silky surface beneath you as you screamed out in fear, only to quickly silence when you took in your surroundings.

You seemed to be laying in a fairly large bed, the sheets unmistakably black and silky. If you hadn’t just awoken from a coma-like dream, you would’ve actually admired the sophisticated taste.

Glancing down you noticed yourself covered in an oversized black t-shirt with a skull on it. This was hint number one that you weren’t anywhere familiar, although the room itself was the main reason for that fact.

Now you were just raking through your memories to see how you could’ve ended up here. The more you tried to think, the worse your head ached. And those stupid words from that gruff voice kept echoing in your head…

“You made the right choice Y/n” You muttered to yourself, tapping your finger against your knee impatiently until it hit.

Bakugou Katsuki.

You were in the middle of a shoot out, and ended on the nasty side of it. You couldn’t quite remember how you came to be knocked out, but it might’ve had something to do with your aching head.

So does that mean you were really dead at that moment? Or just having a horrifying dream? At this point, it didn’t matter. You were alive and if you wanted to stay that way, you decided you should figure out where you were.

Tossing your legs over the side of the bed, you pressed your feet against the cool tile beneath you, the change in temperature making you hiss.

Glancing at a mirror nearby you felt your cheeks begin to warm at the sight of your bare legs, the shirt falling just at the mid of your thigh. Looking around you noticed a pair of bright pink sweatpants hung on the closet door.

Clearly whoever dressed you was considerate enough to not push any boundaries. A mental sigh of relief was made as you tugged the pink garment up your legs, your shivering legs appreciating the new warmth.

Now came the door, the giant intimidating black door that seemed to have no handle or knob on it. Was there a chance this wasn’t a bedroom, and rather a cell? Suddenly the sound of Shindo’s voice filled your head at his previous warning.

“You think he really cares about you? Once you give him what he wants, you’re only a threat to him.”

Biting your lip you tip toed towards the door, fists curled until your nails left crescents in your skin as you lifted a hand to attempt to slide the door open. Instead the door opened without a single touch causing you to squeak and jump back.

Internally you let out a sigh of relief when you realized this wasn’t a cell.

Inhaling once more to gather up every ounce of confidence you had left after this hell of a week, you leaned the top half of your body out of the doorway, glancing down both sides of the hallway only to see a labyrinth of doors and corners.

Everything seemed fairly high tech, much to your surprise, but the lighting was also very dim which made it hard to see.

The sound of voices didn’t go past your ears though, a triumphant grin reaching your lips as you decided to let your sense of hearing take control.

Tip toeing out of the room, you began to walk towards the sound of the voices. Each turn there seemed to be something new that made you jump, whether it be the sounds of the air clicking on or the lights coming to life each time you walked by them.

“If I didn’t know better I would feel like I’m on a freaking spaceship.” You mumbled to yourself, taking in the scenery of wherever you seemed to be.

Eventually after what felt like miles of walking, the hallway finally seemed to open up into a large room. Screens and gadgets were held all around the room. On one end you could see a multitude of weapons nested deep into some sort of arsenal room. The other end held a large table before large screens and tech.

Maybe you were picturing an old fashioned mafia shack or warehouse, but this was far beyond whatever you imagined to be a “base” for a group of gangsters.

After taking in the room itself, you finally noticed the familiar group from before that had been with you, the sight of them had you equally relieved and anxious.

Sure they saved you from getting kidnapped twice, but if you learned anything from this terrible week, it’s that you could trust no one. They were still one of the most infamous gangs in your area, and Bakugou even confirmed himself he had a growing hitlist.

With this in mind, you decided to play spy in the moment, hoping to hear any genuine plans they had for you with you out of the room.

Unfortunately for you, they were talking suspiciously quiet and multiple voices were going off at once. It was then you noticed some new faces amongst the crowd.

The sight of a few girls somehow made you feel a bit better inside, misogynistic or not, you felt some comfort knowing that girls typically were much more understanding.

Another thing you noticed were the wild choices of appearance. Just about everyone in the room had some color of the rainbow on their head. Maybe having unpredictable hair color had something to do with their gang’s image?

Easily the strangest appearance you took note of was the girl with bright pink hair. It wasn’t quite her hair that stood out to you most, but rather her dark black eyes that seemed to stare into your soul.

Wait. She sees you.

“That’s her?” The pink haired girl squealed, all eyes turning to her as your eyes widened, she was very clearly looking at you now with a wide grin.

Stepping back you quickly shook your hands across your face and started slicing a line along your neck, hinting for her to shut up so she wouldn’t expose you.

But of course your luck had run out a long time ago.

“She looks nothing like her dorky brother, she’s adorable!” The pink haired girl cooed.

Your jabbing hand motions came to a halt when all eyes fell on you now, the sight of so many piercing gazes made you want to melt into the floor.

“And she’s wearing the sweats I left her! Do they fit alright?”

Somehow even with the ringing anxiety swirling through your head, you managed to grasp her question as you nodded hesitantly, noticing that the bottoms were actually surprisingly comfortable.

“They accent Bakugou’s emo shirt perfectly.” Another girl snorted, a few snickers and a low growl entering the air at the snarky comment.

You forced a smile but couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable, especially when you met the steel red gaze that was burning holes through your skull the second the pink haired girl called you out.

Bakugou didn’t seem mad, but he didn’t seem pleased either.

Before you could even process anything the flamboyant girl latched onto your arms and dragged you down the stairs towards the group before you.

“Welcome to the base! Does your head still hurt? Are you really Kiyoshi’s little sister?”

Between the many voices and practically being thrown around like a doll you felt like your head was going to explode, dark spots beginning to seep into your vision again as your breathing became more ragged.

A groan of pain escaped your lips as you began to tremble, fearing you would be dragged back to that terrible coma dream you were in just a few moments ago.

“Leave her the fuck alone!”

The voices fell silent when the sharp yell was heard from behind them. A rough arm shoved through the crowd until they firmly, yet gently grabbed onto your arms before your knees could fully buckle.

“She’s been out for three fucking days you dipshits, give her some damn space.”

Maybe it’s because your vision was blurred, but you swore you saw a look of concern in Bakugou’s fierce red eyes, his lips pinching into a thin line as he looked you up and down.

“You gonna pass out on me shitty girl?” Bakugou muttered, helping you up to a standing position before cupping the back of your head to make sure you were stable.

You felt your cheeks warm at his touch, the position embarrassing enough since you couldn’t stand well on your own. You searched through his gaze, looking for any sort of hostility or anger, but when you saw nothing you relaxed in his hold.

“M’fine.” You mumbled, wincing a bit as you forced yourself to stand upright without his help, though you still gripped onto his forearm for safe measures.

The blond let out a huff and nodded, slowly leading you to an empty chair as you avoided the many gazes throughout the room. The silence was deafening, it had your skin crawl, but it wasn’t long before a low whistle broke throughout the room.

You looked up to surprisingly see no eyes on you, but rather the grumpy man beside you. The whistle came from the raven haired boy you remembered from earlier in the car, a shit eating grin was plastered across his lips.

Oblivious to the situation, you felt the blond tense before gripping a bit tighter on your arm as he growled at the snickering group. You honestly weren’t aware enough to care what was happening, you were still trying to understand what had just happened. Blinking for a moment, Bakugou’s words finally began to process in your head.

“Three days?!” You cried, the sound shocking everyone as Bakugou halted his movements. “You let me stay asleep for three days?”

Even Bakugou was shocked when he saw your once weak eyes narrow into frustrated ones. How you could even comprehend another emotion other than fear honestly almost impressed him. Almost.

“And the brat is back.” Bakugou growled, making sure you were at least hovering over the chair before letting go of you, causing you to plop back rather ungracefully.

You lips pinched together in a pout as you leaned forward, using the table to steady yourself.

“I’m serious! I have a dog at home, I don’t know how my idiotic brother is doing. How could you just let me doze off for that long?”

“You had the worst fuckin week of your life and endured serious head trauma, did you prefer I set a five o’clock alarm for you princess?” Bakugou snarled, moving close to your face in hopes to intimidate that loud mouth shut.

For a moment you opened your mouth ready to rebuttal, but you soon closed it when you took in his words. Just Mina tugging you down the stairs too quickly was enough for you to almost collapse, maybe you did injure yourself worse than expected.

It honestly had you shocked now that he didn’t wake you up earlier. As impatient and cruel as the gang leader was, you expected he would have kicked you out by now.

Bakugou seemed satisfied with your silence, a smug smirk rested on his lips as he stood back up to his full height, though he still remained towering over you as if you would make a run for it in your current state.

Glancing around the room, you took in the both concerned and shocked gazes on you. This was probably just as confusing for them as it was for you. Swallowing thickly, you looked down at your fingers that began to twitch nervously in your lap.

“So this is your base?” You spoke softly, eyes shifting around the room before you looked up at Bakugou with curious eyes, “I thought we couldn’t come here because they would track us?”

The ash blond kept his cool glare down on you, but internally he felt like going feral. There you sat before him, for once not trying to mouth off but just looking up to him with those wide gentle eyes that held just a smidge of curiosity in them. Those same eyes you gave him in the car that made his mind surge with both wholesome and sinful ideas.

“Once you shot Shindo, we got him to spit out where he put the tracker.” Kirishima explained from across the table, your head whipping to him as you nodded in understanding.

That was right, Shindo told you he put the tracker in your dress.

Your dress. That’s why you were in this random shirt, and why you were able to come here in the first place.

The way Bakugou could see the gears slowly clicking in your brain made him chuckle quietly, already knowing the cute little outburst that was soon to follow.

“You took my dress off!” You exclaimed, the accusation even making Kirishima blush as you felt your own cheeks begin to swell with warmth.

“Not me! Bakugou!” Kirishima returned defensively, Kaminari and Sero both nodding to confirm his words, “He made sure to take it off privately and give you a spare shirt for the ride.”

Now your head whipped to the blond before you, your blood beginning to boil when you saw that stupid shit eating grin returned to his lips.

“Don’t worry angel, it’s nothing I would rush to tell my friends about.”

At that you felt your jaw drop as he walked away from you snickering, his crude comment making you want to take your non-existent shoe off and beat him with it.

“Alright that’s it.” You growled, your new tone making the blond spin on his heel with a look of feigned shock, “You don’t get to be a dickhead anymore. I want to know where the hell my brother is, then I want out of this starship looking base.”

Bakugou thought your stern stance was adorable, truly. Even in the weak state you were in you managed to stand by yourself. He felt his crew look to him, most likely gauging whether he was about to snap your neck for raising your voice at him, but he knew he didn’t have to. You did a pretty good job of making yourself look like a child all on your own.

“And what will you do if I don’t, princess?” Bakugou purred, his arms crossed as he gave you possibly the most smug expression he’s shot since you’ve met him.

Sure you were a bit out of your league here, and you were in no state to attempt to fight anyone in this room, but you weren’t stupid. And you would be damned if you ever let a stupid gang leader ever have the upper hand on you again.

Though you weren’t confident at first, when you rubbed your hand along your chest and felt the familiar piece of metal dig against your skin, you knew it was exactly where you left it.

Folding your arms to mirror Bakugou’s stupid stance, you returned a smirk of your own as you looked him up and down with unimpressed eyes.

“I’ll shatter this stupid flash drive into a million pieces right before your stupid smug face.”

Bakugou’s eyes genuinely widened at this, his stance stiffening before he narrowed his eyes once again, “What are you…”

Without having to ask, Todoroki dashed towards the table across the room that held your small clutch that Bakugou somehow snuck from you when you were in the car. Once he opened it he felt his mouth go dry when he saw nothing inside.

The sight of Todoroki hesitantly nodding his head no, as if to confirm the drive wasn’t where they confirmed he felt copious amounts of rage flow through his body.

“You thought you were so cute when you stole my bag from me in the car, didn’t you?” You spoke, his crimson eyes now back on you, “Well all it did was confirm I can’t trust you, so I took the liberty of taking that flash drive back so I could have some leverage over you.”

The sight of the pathetic man before you had you both inwardly and outwardly laugh.

“Now Mr. Bakugou sir.” You purred, fluttering your lashes up to the fuming man as a smirk coiled at the tip of your lip, “I would like to know where my brother is, and I would like to leave.”

For once it felt great to have the upper hand. In what felt like a week of torture, you finally had some sort of confidence or leverage that you could get out of this scratch free. Finally return to the comfort of your home where you could have much needed cuddles with your poor dog and call your friends over to tell them the nightmare you somehow lived.

But that fantasy began to crack when a cruel laugh filled the air. You blinked at the sound, your eyes bolting to the tall leader before you as more uncontrollable laughs escaped his lips. The sound of his genuine laughter made your skin crawl, it was a sound you had never heard before. It was almost worse that his laughs sounded so real. Like he thought this was the funniest thing in the world.

“You really are dumber than you look.” Bakugou sighed in between a laugh, his voice even cracking at the lack of control, “You are a L/n after all.”

You furrowed your brows, confused as to this change and mood and wondering what on earth could be so funny to this man. Pinching your lips together, you tried to get a glimpse of his face before he shot his head up to you, the look sending chills throughout your body.

This was a new look on him, one you had never seen. Maybe something similar when he yelled at you the first time you met, but not quite this sinister. His eyes were still lit up in amusement, but his lips were curled into the most terrifying smile you’ve ever seen.

Even with no weapons in his hands, the look alone was enough to trigger your brain into fight or flight. You were in danger no doubt.

Before you could even process much more he began to move, storming towards you as you stumbled on the chair behind you, trying to move it in front of you as some sort of barrier between you and the hulking beast coming your way as you stumbled back away from him.

“Bakugou.” Kirishima growled, starting to walk around the table as the rest of the group backed away from the scene.

“Come any closer and she’s dead.” Bakugou growled at the redhead, the promise of a statement even making Kirishima freeze as he looked to you with worried eyes.

That statement really had you moving, the fight or flight kicking in tenfold as you shoved chairs between the two of you and tried to move away. Each barrier was pointless, Bakugou making an unblockable path as he neared you, the final chair he flung across the room before he grabbed you by the shirt and tugged you back into his chest.

In a desperate attempt to get away you jabbed your elbow back into his chest, but before it made a significant impact his hand was already wrapped tight around your throat.

“I wouldn’t thrash around too much princess, all it takes is one wrong move in your pathetic state.” Bakugou hissed into your ear, both a threat and a fact all in one that had you completely still.

Once he had you still, the ash blond used his grip on your neck to spin you around and shove you down on the table until you were seated between his legs.

“Now after all the shit I’ve been through to get your ungrateful ass to safety, I was expecting you to be showering me with praise.” Bakugou growled, eyes staring deeply into yours as you trembled in his hold, “But instead, you’ve been nothing but an insufferable bitch.”

Somehow you were able to furrow your brows at that word, your lips opening to speak before his grip on your neck got impossibly tighter.

“I wouldn’t open that pretty mouth of yours unless it’s a thank you.”

His threatening words were enough to close your lips once more, trying your best to avoid his harsh gaze as he sneered a “thought so” down to you.

“Now I’m going to say this once, and only once. And if I ever have to repeat it again, you’re going to wish you could put a bullet in your skull first. Got that?”

Immediately you made an attempt to nod before he continued on.

“Your brother put you under my protection because he’s a fucking idiot and put you in danger, I get that’s not your fault, but I also don’t fucking care.” Bakugou explained harshly, “And because you’re under my damn protection, do you know what that means? It means that you’re going to do whatever I tell you to do, no matter what.”

Though the mentioning of your brother made you grimace, you still continued to listen.

“So from this point forward, this is your last and final warning.” Bakugou spoke low as he neared your face, noses practically touching, “If you dare to disobey me or do anything that puts my gang in danger again, the deal is off and I’ll kill you myself. Do you understand?”

His final punctuated words were followed by the loosening of his grip on your neck, most likely to ensure you actually responded.

Taking in a ragged breath, you nodded before mumbling out a yes as your gaze avoided his own.

The feeling of his firm grip returning had you coughing out again, your hands now reaching to his own wrist as you clawed at his arm.

“Now I know you have better manners than that princess, now try again and don’t you dare look away from me.”

Gritting your teeth, you let your teary gaze focus on his stern one as your lip wobbled slightly, “Yes sir.”

At those words, his grip on your throat finally released. Immediately you began coughing and gasping for air, and as much as you hated it your hands found purchase of his chest to get any sort of stability as you tried to blink back those black spots once more.

Luckily the cruel man before you didn’t seem to mind that you clung to him, especially because his arms were still caged around you so you didn’t have much else to grab.

“Good girl,” Bakugou cooed condescendingly, watching you gather yourself with unimpressed eyes, “All it takes is a stern tone to break a brat, huh?”

Ignoring the glare you shot between your lashes, Bakugou smirked down to you and raised a brow.

“Now be a doll and tell me where the flashdrive is.”

Bakugou let you take a few minutes to breathe even after his question, knowing you were probably trying to gather your thoughts and remember where you placed it. Though once your hand disappeared under your shirt he roughly grabbed it through the fabric and gave you a stern glare.

“The fuck are you doing.” Bakugou growled, furrowing his brows when you returned the glare.

“T..The drive.” You muttered, shooing his hand away before tugging around in your bra and pulling the drive out from under your shirt.

“Sneaky girl left it in her bra!” Kaminari chuckled, tone deaf to the situation as everyone glared at him.

The two of you ignored the oblivious boy, Bakugou instead grabbed the flashdrive from you and stood up away from you. Sure enough it was the exact flash drive you were looking for. Somehow you managed to mildly impress the blond even though you annoyed the shit out of him in every way. You were no idiot.

Just before Bakugou stood back he felt something tug at the cuff of his shirt, his head whipping to the source to see your hand gripping at it. Raising a brow, he heard you mutter something not quite loud enough to hear at first.

“What?” Bakugou growled, leaning down so he could hear you better, only to freeze when he finally heard what you said.

“Thank you.”

Though he didn’t need to ask for what, Bakugou was still shocked to hear those words fall from your lips. Your eyes were still filled with warm tears, probably swirling with fear and anger, but somehow you were able to at least acknowledge your gratitude for the first time since he met you.

Looking you up and down, Bakugou let out a calm huff in response before standing back up straight and barking for his gang members to take a seat. Bakugou nodded for you to sit in the chair next to you, but you shook your head and began walking around the table.

His eyes began to light up with frustration once again as you disobeyed orders, but his anger immediately faltered when he saw you were heading straight for his softer right hand.

Kirishima watched as you moved close to his side, eyes widening slightly before he noticed Bakugou’s returning frustration.

“Bakugou, s’fine.” Kirishima growled firmly this time, giving his close friend a trusting nod as he helped you in the chair beside him.

Honestly he couldn’t blame you. Though he didn’t regret his actions, he also knew his approach to many things were rather terrifying for the receiver. After all you’ve been through, he probably hadn’t done a good job building your trust up again.

At the very least, he knew you wouldn’t be running off or mouthing off for a while. That was going to have to be good enough for now.

“Get her some water, Deku.” Bakugou mumbled, smacking the green haired boy’s head as he quickly shot up and shuffled into another room.

The request had your brows furrowing, confused at the sudden kind decision on his behalf. It was at that moment you decided Bakugou Katsuki was the most confusing man you had ever met.

In a small, very small way, you knew he was right. Sure you had no huge reasons to trust him, but given your current situation he has treated you averagely fair up until this point, and he protected you in every dangerous situation that had been thrown your way.

That was honestly the only reason you thanked him, but now that your gratitude was in the air, you decided you would remain closed off and cold until everything was back to normal. You would never trust these people, but you would at least use them until you were finally free again.

The next hour was used to explain the situation at hand, one that you had massively underestimated.

“This man is leader of the Henkan Clan, he’s sort of like the senior of all the gangs so he isn’t a guy you want to fucking mess around with. He’s currently after you because he has technical ownership over you.”

The sight of the large man on the screen made bumps raise along your arms, he looked more terrifying there then he did at the club.

“This guy, as you already know, is the leader of the Shindo Clan. He’s pissed with you and me because you were supposed to be delivered to the Henkan clan, and we got in the way of it. He is currently going to be after all of us once his leg heals.”

The sight of the black haired man made you grit your teeth, his stupid smug smile haunted you right before your very eyes.

“And lastly the Neito Clan, luckily he has no need to go after you yet, he just despises our gang because we’re better than him,” Bakugou explained with a sneer, “With that said, once he realizes that you’re a wanted girl under our protection, he will surely want to come for you as well.”

The new information had your head a mess. You didn’t even know how to process it, or what to think. All you knew is that you just wanted your old boring life back the way it was.

“With all of that said, we need to go extract Kiyoshi and get these two idiots in a safe place so they won’t be in our way.” Bakugou spoke to the group, your head shooting up at the sound of your brother's name.

“Kiyoshi? I have to come-”

“Relax princess.” Bakugou growled, cutting off your sentence as he spared a glance to you, “You’re coming with us to see him. If you wouldn’t have been such a stubborn brat before, you would’ve known that.”

His words had you sighing in relief, but not without folding your arms and letting out a huff at the second half of his statement.

“Same group as Y/n’s extraction, get the car ready to head to the directions he sent us. The rest of you, I need all eyes on each of the clans’ every move. If you get any strange movement at all, you notify me right away, got it?”

When a choir of “yes sir’s” filled the air, Bakugou let out a satisfied sigh before moving back to you, watching as your skeptical eyes followed his every move. Offering a smirk, he held out his hand as if daring you to deny it.

“Let’s go meet that shitty brother of yours.”

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Dress Me Up

Gangster!Louis x Baker!Harry

(T) (1.5k)

Louis was just doing his best to protect the neighborhood. Getting injured wasn’t the plan. Harry gets worried and just wants his husband to feel better. Fluff ensues.

The one where Louis Tomlinson comes home injured and Harry just wants to take care of him.

A/N: Okay so this idea has been bouncing around in my head for over a week at this point and so here we are. Also I'm making a promise, every 28th I'll release atleast one Larry fic. Promise. Imma keep this one. (also i wrote this in like two hours in a caffeine fever so yeah)

Tags: Pre-established relationship, Hurt/Comfort, TW Semi-Graphic descriptions of Violence, TW swearing

Louis winced as he got out of the car, hunching his shoulders against the bite of the cold air. He glanced along the street, most of the houses still had their christmas decorations up and the stain spreading along the sleeve of his jacket looked odd in the flickering lights. He kicked some of the frost accumulated on the driveway as he walked to the door, their own house decked out with lights.

If he had it his way, they would be living in an isolated cottage in the middle of the woods somewhere, but that wouldn’t work. Not for Harry’s business, neither for his. Some of the boys insisted the lights were a literal neon sign, ‘I’m here come get me’, but Louis didn't have the heart to tell his husband they couldn’t put the decorations up, nor did he have any plans to. Besides, this helped them blend in.

Just your textbook nice-gay-couple-next-door, he thought with a wry chuckle. None of their neighbors had any idea what Louis’ profession was, and with Harry insisting they attend all the kitschy house parties, them turning up with baskets full of baked goods, none of them ever suspected a thing either.

A particularly painful twinge in his arm jerked Louis out of his thoughts. He realized he had been standing there, staring at the lights and quickly hurried in. He tried to reach for his keys, but his muscles screamed in protest as the movement and he settled for ringing the bell. He gritted his teeth, trying not to let any sounds escape his lips, previous movements making his arm throb.

He finally heard footsteps softly padding across the floor, a shadowy figure visible through the frosted panels on the door. “Harry, it’s me,” he said before the other man could ask, doing his best to not let pain seep into his voice, not wanting to worry him. The door flew open and Harry launched himself at Louis, arms wrapping painfully around his torso. “Where were you all day?! You didn’t even see my messages,” Harry mumbled, pulling Louis closer.

Louis yelped loudly and jumped back, moving out of the hug. Harry just started to say something when Louis interrupted, “I’m sorry, Haz, but can we please take this inside?” He saw his partner’s eyes roving across him, brow creasing when he registered the dark spot on his jacket. Almost used to situations like these, Harry nodded, stepping back to make way for Louis, quickly shutting the door behind them.

Louis noticed the ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron Harry was donning and smirked, poised to make a comment when Harry gently reached out, fingers ghosting over his jacket, light enough for it to not hurt. “Lou…” he whispered softly, not needing to voice the words out loud.

“It was nothing,” Louis began almost sheepishly, “Just a little altercation. Some Oilers were in the neighborhood. I’d gotten some reports they were planning on starting up a protection racket. They pulled weapons first. I couldn’t not reciprocate, we’d have looked weak. It was just a few blocks away from your bakery! Besides, Oli had already run in, I just went to back-”

“Give me that shit later.” Harry burst out, sniffing once before grasping Louis by the waist, “Let’s get you fixed up first,” he said, leading them into the kitchen. Louis was hit by the smell of something sweet. Caramel, maybe? He saw that the oven was going and he remembered what date it was. Shit, he’d forgotten. He’d gotten so wrapped up-

Louis heard Harry rustling around in the cupboards and turned around, watching as he pulled out a white box. “Sit” he said with a raised eyebrow and Louis followed silently, teeth digging into his lower lip. “What actually happened?” Harry asked, crouching in front of the chair, his voice softer now, “To you, I mean. Give me all those gang explanations later. I couldn’t care less about that right now.”

Louis knew that his husband was only putting up a strong front, trying to hide the concern and worry he felt. He saw the tears glossing over Harry’s eyes and felt his heart twist guiltily. “I’m alright, Haz,” he said, reaching his arm out to squeeze Harry’s shoulder, and swore loudly, pain ripping through him, feeling like his entire right side was on fire. He gulped loudly, clenching his jaw. “Well, maybe not perfectly alright,” he joked weakly, looking away when Harry stared sternly at him, looking unimpressed.

“It’s just a graze,” he attempted to downplay the injury, not wanting Harry to worry further but he just continued staring, jaw set. “They had guns, alright?” he finally admitted with a sigh, “One of the boys didn’t notice, and he’d definitely have been hurt a lot worse. I stood up to pull him down and a shot just… grazed me.” Louis caught Harry’s gaze, trying to convince him, “It really is just a graze. Surface wound, didn’t actually go in.”

Harry glanced up at Louis, eyebrows knitted together with distress. “If it’s too bad, I’m not going to stitch you up. We’re going to the hospital, okay?” It wasn’t a question so much as a statement but Louis protested nonetheless. “Harry, you know I can’t.”

“I do. But all that’s fucking secondary. We’ll work through that later.”

That effectively shut Louis up. Harry lightly cupped his jaw, brushing their lips together. “Can you take your jacket off?” he asked in a soft voice. Louis shook his head, not even bothering to try. Harry nodded grimly as he opened the box. He did his best to not cause Louis any further pain as he snipped at the denim material, whispering apologies when the latter gasped or hissed. When the sleeve of the jacket was finally off, Louis glanced at the wound, slightly surprised at the amount of blood.

“Didn’t bind it,” he muttered to himself. Harry raised an eyebrow questioningly at him and he shrugged, “Forgot to put a tourniquet on. And I drove back,” he cringed back slightly, awaiting another outburst from Harry but he just sighed and shook his head, reaching up for the box, which Louis dutifully passed along, feeling guilty that he had put him in this position again.

Each time he came home hurt, Louis had to grapple with these feelings- the guilt, the anger, the disappointment- but he pushed it all away at the moment, the fresh sting of the peroxide against his skin causing him to throw his head back, knuckle of his other hand caught between his teeth as he tried not to shout.

“I’m so sorry, babe…” Louis whispered, eyes cast down. Harry lightly swatted his thigh, “Don’t apologize, Lou. I’m- It’s,” he sighed deeply, brushing Louis’ fringe away from his clammy forehead. Louis hadn’t even realized he’d been sweating that much. “Just be thankful it’s small. Would’ve had your arse on a plate had you been hurt too bad,” Harry was trying to put on his tough guy act again and Louis couldn’t help but chuckle. “Don’t you anyways,” he mumbled under his breath, grinning innocently when Harry glared at him.

Louis sat patiently, doing his best to not make a fuss as Harry maneuvered his arm a little, dressing the wound up. His eyes were focused on Harry, the latter completely unaware of it. He felt such a surge of love for him, grateful for having a partner who supported him so completely, despite his… non-conventional life choices. He felt his eyes stinging and quickly blinked, sniffling a little. “Y’alright, darling?” Harry asked, concern evident in his voice as he finally got up, stretching a little before sitting down on the chair across from him.

“Yeah, ‘m just- thinking about how much I love you. And, well- something’s burning.” Louis whipped around, watching as Harry rushed over to the oven, which was currently spewing a thin stream of smoke from one corner. He couldn’t help but chuckle as Harry brought the charred remains of what seemed to be a pie to the table, coughing a little. “No dessert for date night today, then” he said with a shrug, bursting into peals of laughter at Louis’ indignant expression.

Louis was snuggled up with Harry, letting his husband envelope him, being the big spoon for once, opening his mouth as Harry brought up handfuls of popcorn from the tub. “Perks of having an arm that doesn’t quite move. We should do this more often” he quipped, smirking as Harry bit his cheek, trying not to laugh. “Don’t- ‘M supposed to be a baker. Dress up cake boxes and stuff, not you.” Harry grumbled, pouting at him.

Louis giggled, feeling uncharacteristic to himself but not caring. “You can dress me up all you want,” he smiled, turning to kiss him. Harry groaned, rolling his eyes “Thought I was the one s’posed to make the bad jokes,” he said, leaning forward to press his lips against Louis’, grin plastered on both their faces.

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