Summary:It’s not often you stumble upon a handsome tied up man in your parking lot in the dead of the night. What adventures this mysterious stranger is going to embark you on?
Genre: mafia!Yoongi, angst, humor, a tiny tiny hint of fluff
Warnings:Strong language, violence, blood and injuries, mentions of abuse and torture, tragic backstory, snarky Yoongi
A.N: Black Crow is finally here!! I’m so excited for you guys to read it! I’ll go on a hiatus for about two weeks but I’ll be back, don’t worry! I already have a new story idea I’m excited about!! Please tell me what you thought of Black Crow, I love interacting with you guys!!
Word count: 14K
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10:43 pm
It’s pitch black when you step out through the big glass doors of your office complex and the only way you manage to put a foot in front of the other without falling on your face is thanks to your flashlight on your phone. Everyone is already gone by now, and you should be as well but your boss had asked you to stay later tonight, because that fucker isn’t able to prepare a powerpoint by himself. Fucking boomers and their inability to use a computer. You huff in frustration as your heels click on the ground. You try to readjust your tight skirt by pulling at the edge. You hate this office with a passion, from your boss to his abject dress code. You absolutely despise having to dress in a tighter than normal grey skirt along with dark pantyhoses and a white blouse just for him to ogle you and your female coworkers. Your scalp hurts from having to pull your hair in a tight bun everyday.
Your heels are so fucking painful after a day of working, your boss making a point of having you run around the open space for different files that he strangely doesn’t need merely five minutes after asking you for them. You are not his assistant either, so you shouldn’t have to do anything for his fat ass but he holds your career in his hands, promising you the position you aspired towards for the past year without ever committing to his word. You huff again as you try to find your car in the dark, holding your phone between your shoulder and your cheek while you rummage in your purse to find your keys. Your office’s neighborhood isn’t exactly unsafe at night but you’d rather be home as fast as possible.
Admittedly, no one’s waiting for you there, except your bed and a comfy pair of pants, but you still sigh in contentment when you find the button to open your car. You get in in a hurry, throwing your bag across on the passenger seat and starting the car up. You already feel more relaxed in your car, removing your painful heels to drive. Your ankles are covered in blisters for sure and the tight fabric of your pantyhose pressing against the tender skin makes you grit your teeth. You drive home in a hurry, certainly not very safely but you don’t seem to care tonight, still fueled on the rage you piled up inside you today.
A deep, rich, oh-so-lovely red, tainting the once clear water with memories of sins so unspeakable; but obviously ones that had to be done, there was the blood in the sink to prove it.
Not only was the blood in the sink, it was all over Tsukishima’s once-white gloves, all over his perfectly pressed jacket, even some on his perfectly shined black and white wingtip shoes.
He grimaced at the coppery smell of blood filling his nose.
Perhaps he had gotten too carried away.
In spite of the mess of red in front of him, he still smiled, glad to be rid of such a nuisance of a man.
While Tsukishima threatened death quite often, he didn’t like to act on those threats very often, but on the occasion when he did, oh, it was such fun. Really, it depended on what they had done to him or to the rest of the group he was leading. Naturally, any harm to come to them from an outsider, they were to be killed immediately, but in the most slow, delicious, and painful way. The man he had just killed was a blackmailer. He chuckled at the thought.
Sure, Tsukishima had commited more crimes than he could count on both his hands, but that also meant power, not vunerability to blackmailers as such. He had started at the bottom like everyone else had, but after staying complacent for a while, he could wait no longer. So he worked. He worked harder than the others, he earned this title, he earned this power. He earned all of this.
Tsukishima snapped back to the present, remembering the blood still staining the marble sink, with its glistening chrome tap, diamonds studding the handles. He frowned. Yes, he was sure he had gotten too carried away in the demise of the blackmailer. He clearly remembered the mans screams, his cried, his sobs, his pitiful pleas and begging for mercy, and couldn’t stop the smile from stretching wider across his usually smooth as stone expressionless face.
Oh, how he loved when they screamed. It was like they were begging him to end it all, either by killing them or simply stopping. And we all know theres no way he would stop simply because they wanted him to. If anything, he would rather have a fresh corpse laying before his feet, bloody, still warm, and much easier to make a mess out of.
Well, to make a bigger mess, having them alive would be better. They would move, squirm, writhe in pain.
“You give me protection from Nekoma and their ally Fukurodani and I’ll keep quiet about her.” Said the blackmailer, pointing to Shimizu. Tsukishima had looked over head lolling lazily to the side to glimpse at the beautiful woman, seeming almost bored. He smiled drily, for she had only coaxed a member, Yamamoto, to give her information about a mission all the five Mafia groups had to persue and Nekoma was the only group who knew what they all had known. The things they had learned and had refused to share with the other Mafia groups. It was their own fault.
What concerned him was how the blackmailer knew about that.
He turned his head back to look at the blackmailer and frowned. He was silent for a long moment, before he opened his mouth.
“You absolute idiot. You’re an idiot, did you know?” His lips curled slightly when he saw the man flush with embarrassment. “The Mafia does not have ‘allies’,” he air quoted for effect “we all work together, as one, all in tandem with each other. We may not always get along, but we don’t war with each other.”
He leaned forward in his leather seat, elbows resting on his knees, long fingers folding together. He stared at the man.
“I am curious about something.” He twirled his fingers, and soon he was handed a glass fun of red wine, not unlike the color of blood. He took a careful sip, then cradled the bowl of the cup in his palm, the handle between his fingers. “Would you care to enlighten me on it?”
The man looked to swallow thickly, eyebrows drawing together in uncertainty. Tsukishima raised an eyebrow. When the man didn’t move to answer he sighed and took out his gun, which was resting on the inside pocket of his blazer, and set it on his lap, and took another sip of wine. The man’s eyes widened in fear at the sight of the heavy weapon.
“Well?” Tsukishima prompted. The man opened his mourh, as if to speak. Tsukishima smirked, delighted at his triumph.
The man glared and shut his mouth, shaking his head in a resolute nod. Tsukishima sighed.
“Nishinoya and Tanaka, come here.” He curled his fingers, beckoning the two forward,
“Yes, sir?” Said Nishinoya lazily, Tanaka smiling in a rather concerning way at the man.
“You know what to do.” He waved them away, looking over to where Suga, Daichi, and Asahi were standing; Suga staring intently at the situation, fiddling with his white gloves, Daichi staring, one hand on his leg, gun in hand while the other was under his chin. Asahi was simply watching, hands clenched into fists.
Then he turned to Hinata and Kageyama. Hinata’s eyes were sparkling, barely able to withhold his excitement. Kageyama wasn’t even paying attention, but rather staring at the glass of wine in his hands, clearly undrunken.
Next his attention was focused on Kiyoko, Ennoishita and Yamaguchi, all standing politely off to the side, simply watching with no signs to show what they were thinking.
The man took a step back, panic evident on his face. Yet Tsukishima sensed hesitation within both Tanaka and Nishinoya. He frowned, then cleared his throat.
“In case you need motivation, he called Kiyoko a slut and tried to hit her.” He noted the way both of them immediately stiffened, and their hands curled into fists, knuckles turning white.
“He fucking what?” Asked Nishinoya. Tsukishima smiled. Yes, yes, this was the kind of rage he wanted to see.
From the corner, he heard Daichi laugh.
In Tanaka’s hands, there was a baseball bat and a manic smile spread across his face. He handed the bat to Noya, then pulled out his own gun, a large revolver. They both looked over their shoulders at Tsukishima, a silent request for permission.
He paused for a few moments before finally replying with,
“Just as long as he stays concious and doesn’t die.” Then he flicked his wrist, and stared as he saw the two slowly circle the man, who didn’t dare to breathe. Nishinoya tapped the back of the man’s skull with the bat.
“Pretty dumb decision of you to make, calling Kiyoko what you did.” He stopped behind the man.
“Yeah” Tanaka agreed, stopping directly in from of the man. He swung the butt of the gun in a wide arc, smiling when it made contact with the man’s face, his head snapping to the side. Not a sound left the mans lips.
Then Nishinoya swung the bat, crashing it into the base of the man’s skull, then before he could recover, held it above his head and swung it down, sending the man sprawling.
Tsukishima smiled as the man was bloodied. He smiled as the man screamed. He smiled as he lay trembling when he waved Nishinoya and Tanaka away. He stood.
“Now, if you refuse to talk, its my turn now.” he raised an eyebrow. No response. “Alright then. You had your chance.”
He stepped forward.
When he stepped away, his fingers were stained with blood.
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Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Jae Birichinata), Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Madison McMahon), Loki Laufeyson x OFC (Jae Birichinata)
Summary: When a one night stand with the only daughter of one of New York’s biggest crime bosses results in a pregnancy, Tom is trapped. Fast forward, now 10 years later, Tom is stuck in a loveless and cruel marriage with four kids (only one is his), a cheating wife, and no escape. The only bright spot is in his life is his love, Madison, the sweet bookshop clerk working a block away from the university he teaches at. Going on four years sneaking around with Madison, Tom is certain Madison’s important news is she is breaking up with him. The truth rocks his core.
Now Tom has only one goal, getting his son, William, and himself out of the hellscape called his life alive. A vindictive wife, in laws with access to money, resources, and brute force, and not to mention his wife’s lover who is more than meets the eye, Tom is starting to wonder if his father-in-law is right. No one leaves the family alive.
Trigger Warnings: Violence (both graphic and implied), forced marriage (sort of), infidelity, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of childhood physical abuse and sexual abuse, smut, death and more as I can continue to write it.
READ WARNINGS BEFORE YOU INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY TO MONITOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION. MINORS DNI, THIS IS AN 18+ STORY.
A/N: This is unlike anything else I have ever written. It is dark fic. It is a Mafia AU. There may or may not have a happy ending. So read at your own risk. The chapters are likely to be shorter in this fic from time to time. Also writing credit goes to @fadingcoast,@lokifae42 , and @emeraldrosequartz . Not only did they write parts of the first few chapters, but they created the inspiration for the entire premise and fic. And I am forever in their debt for it. Thank you.
Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Jae Birichinata), Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Madison McMahon), Loki Laufeyson x OFC (Jae Birichinata)
Summary: When a one night stand with the only daughter of one of New York’s biggest crime bosses results in a pregnancy, Tom is trapped. Fast forward, now 10 years later, Tom is stuck in a loveless and cruel marriage with four kids (only one is his), a cheating wife, and no escape. The only bright spot is in his life is his love, Madison, the sweet bookshop clerk working a block away from the university he teaches at. Going on four years sneaking around with Madison, Tom is certain Madison’s important news is she is breaking up with him. The truth rocks his core.
Now Tom has only one goal, getting his son, William, and himself out of the hellscape called his life alive. A vindictive wife, in laws with access to money, resources, and brute force, and not to mention his wife’s lover who is more than meets the eye, Tom is starting to wonder if his father-in-law is right. No one leaves the family alive.
Trigger Warnings: Violence (both graphic and implied), forced marriage (sort of), infidelity, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of childhood physical abuse and sexual abuse, smut, death and more as I can continue to write it.
READ WARNINGS BEFORE YOU INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY TO MONITOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION. MINORS DNI, THIS IS AN 18+ STORY.
Taglists are open, please let me know if you want to be tagged.
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“Tom, I’m going out. Watch the kids.” Jae tugged on a glittered thigh high boot to complement her short sequined dress, before grabbing a short black feathered jacket to go over the entire ensemble.
Tom’s head popped out from his study, his one safe space in their sprawling New York apartment. “That’s the third time this week. I have papers to grade.” He frowned at his wife as he glared at her outfit. “Where are you going?”
“Out. With a friend.” She didn’t even bother to glance up at her husband. Jae smiled at him. “Are you saying you can’t handle your own children? I could always have my Ma come over to babysit while you work.” She tilted her head to the side, the same smile plastered on her face as she waited for his response. Jae already knew what it would be.
Tom glanced into the living room to see the children. The twins, Frigga and Magnus, were currently fighting over the last package of fruit snacks, while LJ was doing something in a corner that appeared to involve fire but no matches. And his oldest, William, sat curled up in a beat up leather chair, glasses slipping as he read the Complete Works of Shakespeare. Again. His ginger curls a stark contrast to his siblings’ darker looks.
“No, I’ll handle it. Have a good night. And I will see you later.” he sighed, his shoulders slumped in defeat.
“Oh, Lucy and I will probably just get a hotel room.” A smirk came across her face. “And don’t forget dinner with my family on Friday night.” She walked over to pick a piece of lint off his sweater with disdain. “Daddy is looking forward to seeing you.”
“BUT FRIDAYS ARE MY NIGHT!” Tom’s voice boomed. The children not even pausing at the outburst. It wasn’t the first time they overheard this argument. “I‘ve had to cancel on the boys the past three Fridays.” He whined.
“Then one more won’t make that much of a difference. Unless you want me to tell my father you couldn’t bother to come.”
Tom gulped. The last time he “missed” a family dinner with her family, his car was sideswiped and nearly totaled. “It’s not necessary to involve your father. I will be there.” He forced a smile. A skill he had perfected over the last ten years of marriage to Jae.
This is not what Tom imagined marriage to be. He imagined a wife that loved him. And he loved. That dream went out the window with two pink lines. Too much scotch at a bachelor party led to Tom grinding against Jae on the dance floor at a club he would normally never go. Which led to one drunken night of some wild sex in a hotel room. Tom didn’t realize that Jae was Jae Nicole Birichinata, only daughter of the infamous mafia boss, Michael Birichinata. Fast forward and Tom was stuck in a hellscape, which included a wife who could barely stand to be in the same room as him and three more children he knew weren’t his, despite his name being on the birth certificates.
“Good to hear. Aren’t things better when I get my way?” There is a knock on the door. “Lucy’s here!!” She goes skittering to the door and opens it, blocking most of Tom’s view.
“Ready to go, darling?” asks a deep voice belonging to someone not named Lucy.
“Fuck yes I am. DON’T WAIT UP!!” she hustled out the door.
Tom leaned over and swore he got a glimpse of a fine Italian suit. Men’s suit. He sighed and headed back to his study, and stared at the stack of ungraded English essays from his students. With a heavy heart, he pulled out his phone to text. I am sorry, but I am going to have to cancel our Friday date again, princess. He set the phone down and waited for the response.
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Loki grinned as Jae came bouncing out of the apartment, closing the door before her husband or kids could see who was behind it.
“Ready for some fun, Jae? I’ve already booked us the VIP table at Marquee for later, and dinner tonight is sushi at Nakazawa.” Loki knew that would excite her. And she did not disappoint with an excited squeal and dance.
He put his arm around her, always loving the way her boots clacked on the sidewalk. It was a reminder of her spark, her fire. The light that had almost been extinguished by domestic “bliss” thanks to her wet towel of a husband and the child they accidentally made together over a decade ago.
Well, he did what he could to rectify her situation. Making sure she still got to enjoy all the finer things in life.
“I’m SO ready, Lucy.” She giggled a bit cruelly. Though who could blame her? “And I organized family dinner or Friday so Tom can’t go see his little ‘princess’… ugh, like I don’t know he’s not seeing ‘the boys’. What boys?! What FRIENDS, even?”
She laughed, and he joined her. Verbally beating down her husband was one of her favorite pastimes. He found it was best to let her release that pressure valve early in the night.
“Of course, darling. You deserve so much better…” He leaned over and kissed her cheek, grinning as she giggles and squeals. “And I plan to give it to you, husband or not.”
She leaned over and kissed his cheek back, not caring they weren’t even out of the apartment building. Her father paid off all the employees, anyway. “And I plan on taking it.” She grinned and throws her head back as they climb into Loki’s black town car, heading off to dinner.
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Tom sighed as he glimpsed the town car pulled away from the building. “She could at least have the decency to walk around the block.” He muttered to himself. Just then, his phone buzzed.
THAT FUCKING BITCH! I swear, Tom, she does it on purpose! It’s like she knows exactly how to make our lives miserable.
A small smile crossed his face. He always enjoyed Maddie’s spirit. Her fire. It was one of her many qualities that made him fall in love with her. While his wife’s eyes reflected only contempt and disappointment, Madison’s shone with compassion and devotion. Their stolen pockets of time, clandestine dates at her cramped apartment in the Bronx, dinners at restaurants no one ever heard of; they were the lifeblood of the past four years for Tom.
Of course she knows, darling. That is the entire purpose of this. To make my life miserable. Why else would she force me to raise kids that are not mine?
It takes several minutes before his phone buzzed again.
I can’t, Thomas. I need to tell you something important. I was going to tell you in person. But since the hag won’t let that happen…
Tom inhaled sharply, and he shook, tears welling up in his eyes. This is it. She’s leaving. She has finally had it. His mind raced and what to say, how to cope.
I’m pregnant.
And with two words, Tom realized he had to get out.
Pairings:Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Jae Birichinata), Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Madison McMahon), Loki Laufeyson x OFC (Jae Birichinata)
Summary:When a one night stand with the only daughter of one of New York’s biggest crime bosses results in a pregnancy, Tom is trapped. Fast forward, now 10 years later, Tom is stuck in a loveless and cruel marriage with four kids (only one is his), a cheating wife, and no escape. The only bright spot is in his life is his love, Madison, the sweet bookshop clerk working a block away from the university he teaches at. Going on four years sneaking around with Madison, Tom is certain Madison’s important news is she is breaking up with him. The truth rocks his core.
Now Tom has only one goal, getting his son, William, and himself out of the hellscape called his life alive. A vindictive wife, in laws with access to money, resources, and brute force, and not to mention his wife’s lover who is more than meets the eye, Tom is starting to wonder if his father-in-law is right. No one leaves the family alive.
Trigger Warnings: Violence (both graphic and implied), forced marriage (sort of), mentions of pregnancy, mentions of childhood physical abuse and sexual abuse, smut, death and more as I can continue to write it.
BEFORE I FORGET!!! Writing credit also goes to @fadingcoast@lokifae42 and @emeraldrosequartz Not only did they help write certain parts of the stories, this series would never have been written without them. They know why. They have been invaluable to me over the past year. And this story is as much mine as it is yours.
Also chapters are a little shorter than usual, about 1800 or so words.
summary: It is finally time to go home again, and you couldn’t help but feel glad. You have a moment of fun with Lucas and Ten, but also get into a fight with Doyoung. But it’s safe to say that Minseok and the others missed you too.
pairing: multiple members of EXO x fem!reader & NCT x fem!reader
tags/warnings: Mafia AU, any kind of weapon tbh, character death, mention of blood, angst, mention of loss, descriptive death and fighting, smut, kidnapping, stealing, hacking, Stockholm syndrome. mention of BTS , NCT and GOT7
hello i am still alive, the last few months have been plagued by mafia au brainrot ksnfddhfjjdh
ft. the lovely @worldofvaldis’s Ephialtes (based on @flamingbiscuit’s mafia noot), Bravo (also based on bis’s killer), and Valkyr and my Beau and Oneiros (Dream)
