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purpleyoonn · 1 year

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Doughnuts and Shell Casings

one shot series // part 1 of ?

summary: you finally gather the courage to leave your routine and do something different. your expectations are blown out of the water as you meet your soulmates in a less-than-expected way.

genre: soulmate au, bts au, mafia au, poly au,

pairing: mafia bts x innocent reader

warnings: robberies/break-ins, attempted kidnapping, murder, reader witnesses a murder, bruises, mafia bangtan, weapon use, very touchy bangtan, blood,

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Mornings were always the best for you. You loved getting things done and then having the rest of the day to relax or do whatever your heart desired. It was probably one of the reasons you loved working at a café, that and the free coffee and pastries.

Doughnut was the name of the café, named after the owner’s famous doughnuts she handmakes every morning before opening. Nayeon and Jihyo owned the café and were also some of your closest friends. You had gone to school with them, and the rest of their soulgroup.

There were nine people total within their soulgroup, and you were happy that they were able to complete their soulgroup so early in life. Most people don’t find their soulmates until their twenties, others were lucky enough to grow up with theirs.

Unfortunately for you, you had yet to meet any of the people whose name’s live on your wrist. There were seven names, and you had yet to even hear of them in your twenty-five years. It had you losing hope, but you had faith that you would meet them soon.

“Good morning, Kitty!” Nayeon yelled out to you as soon as you walked in through the back door. She had been calling you that since you were six, since the day you walked into first grade with your favorite stuffed animal: a black cat plushie.

“Good morning, Bunnie!” You yelled back, seeing her working on getting the fresh batch of pastries and sweets out on the shelf. It was your turn to bake the cookies, hence why you were at the café at 4:30 in the morning.

You set out to make coffees first, two for you for Nayeon and one for Sana who would be coming in at five. Once you handed Nayeon her coffee, and after hearing her mumble her thanks, you set out to get the cookie dough you had let freeze over night for easier handling. You spent all day yesterday working on making cookie dough. You made chocolate chip, peanut butter, and sugar cookie dough.

Your sugar cookies were a huge selling point, besides the doughnuts. You spent hours before opening individualizing each cookie, making different characters and designs. You loved seeing the faces of the little kids who come into the shop and pick out one of your cookies. It was a fun hobby for you and you loved the payoff of the business you receive from them.

Once you had a couple batches in the oven to bake and the time set, you moved back to the front to help Sana, who had just arrived, clean and set up the café. It was a smaller café, only around eight or nine small tables and twice as many chairs, but it was your friend groups pride and joy. All ten of you worked there, varying shifts and times.

You, Nayeon, and Jihyo worked the most shifts, as this was your baby. The others all had their own things going on, but never failed to take on one or two shifts a week at the café. It led to many fun times, and lots of happy memories that littered the walls in the form of polaroids.

“Okay my friends, we open in thirty minutes. Let’s have another good day and make even more friends!” Nayeon shouted out, getting your attention as she stood with her hands in the air.

When it was time to open, you already had a couple of customers waiting outside, two of your regulars who had been coming in every morning since you opened three years ago. You actually already had their order ready for them at the counter, two hot chocolates with caramel and two of Nayeon’s chocolate glazed doughnuts.

“Thanks again, deary.” The wife, Mrs. Chang, smiled up at you as you rang in their total. Mr. and Mrs. Chang were two of the sweetest people you had ever met.

“It’s no problem Mrs. Chang. You know we love seeing you both every morning.” You smile back at her, meaning every word. You loved seeing your regulars and learning how their day has been.

“Have you heard about the robberies going on?” Mr. Chang speaks up, a hint of worry in his tone as he looks to the side and out the window. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you take in his words.

“No, Mr. Chang. We haven’t heard anything.” You hand him the change as he motions for his wife to grab their usual table.

“There has been a couple robberies over the past week, most of them taking place downtown in the shopping district but we still worry about you all.” He places a hand on top of your own that rest on the counter.

“Thank you for that, Mr. Chang. I will talk to Nayeon and Jihyo and see if we can’t figure out some more safety measures.” You try to smile reassuringly at the older gentleman, not quite sure what you could do, but it seems to work as he smiles back and nods his head.

“Good. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to our favorite girls.” He grabs his hot chocolate and goes to sit down.

His words had you kind of worried, wondering if at some point the robberies would make their way to where you were located. You hoped that the college district was far enough away that you were safe. You looked over to the measly double lock that the front door had and moved to turn to Sana.

“We need to figure out our budget and see what kind of safety measures we can add to the building.” Sana quirks her head at you, questioning your statement. You lead her to the back where Nayeon was and explain to them what Mr. Chang said.

They were also a little worried, Nayeon telling you both she would talk to Jihyo and look at the budget to see what you all could do. That was all you could really do for the moment without looking at the numbers so with that you all went back to work.

It was a normal day, the flow ebbing off around eleven but returning around one when classes let out for the science building at the local university. That meant rush hour for your café as the crowds of students came for caffeine refuels or sweets to tide them over.

This meant that it was time for Dahyun, Momo and Jeongyeon’s shift. They would be taking over for you and Sana as it was Nayeon’s day to run the shop. You both were going to meet Chaeyoung for lunch as she had a free period before her next class.

“Bye Bunnie! By Hyunie! By Yeongie! By Momo!” You and Sana both shouted out in unison, your normal departure ritual, each earning bye’s in return as the door closed behind you.

The two of you walked the couple blocks it would take to get to the restaurant.

“You know, you should get out more, like take up a yoga or painting class or something.” Sana was nonchalant as she suggested. The soulgroup had been trying to get you out of your hole for years. They thought you spent too much time in the shop or at home.

“You don’t need to worry about me. Getting out isn’t really my…thing.” You shrugged in response. It was true, you were completely content with just relaxing at home or being at the café. You weren’t the person to party or drink. It just wasn’t something you enjoyed.

“It’s just, the more places you go to, or things you do, the more likely it is you’ll meet your soulmates.” She explains with a saddened tone. They all hated watching you retreat into your shell. They knew that you thought it was too late for you to meet your soulmates and noticed how you stared at your soulmark when you thought no one was looking.

They just wanted you to be happy.

“That’s why I’m doing what I’m comfortable with. I’m going with you and Chaeyoungie to lunch and we’ll be there to hang out.” You appreciate their love and friendship, but you aren’t comfortable with putting yourself out there, even if it is to find your soulmates.

“And I’m happy you are going!” Sana squeals as she wraps her arms around your shoulders. “You never go to lunch with us!” She wasn’t wrong. It had been a long time since you had gone to lunch with one of your friends. You usually brought lunch with you and ate it in the back or went home to eat.

Within another five minutes you had made it to the restaurant, seeing Chaeyoung wave at you from her window seat. It seemed she made it early to grab you guys a table.

You smiled wide as you saw your younger friend. You both shared the same birthday; you only being born a year before. You bonded quickly over that, dubbing yourself the ‘birthday twins” after meeting.

“Youngie!!”

“Y/n-ie!” You both run to her, almost crashing into each other as you wrap your arms around your friend. You hadn’t seen her for a week, you both being busy with work and school.

When you let go, Sana was already at the table looking at the menu. Chaeyoung drags you over and has you sit next to her as she goes to hand you a menu as well.

“Okay so I already got our drinks. They should be coming soon.” Chaeyoung broke the silence from you looking at the menu. You hadn’t been to this restaurant before, but you know the girls frequented it a lot.

“So, what have you been up to Youngie?” You turn to her and ask.

“I’ve been finishing up my sculpture! It is almost done and I think I only need one or two more sessions before I can start glazing it.” Chaeyoung is in the middle of getting her art degree and is taking a ceramics class for the first time.

She was nervous when she first started, so you were happy to see her getting excited about it now that a couple months have passed. She was also in a photography course, which you knew she was even more excited for.

“What is your sculpture going to be?” You ask as your drinks arrive.

“She won’t tell us. She says it’s supposed to be a surprise.” Sana states, narrowing her eyes at her younger mate, a teasing glint in her voice. Chaeyoung begins to blush at her mate’s tone, rolling her eyes dramatically to deflect.

“Because it is. I wouldn’t have to keep it a secret if someone didn’t break my last sculpture on accident.” Chaeyoung accuses, looking directly at Sana as she spoke.

“Hey! It wasn’t my fault that Jihyo accidentally knocked into the vase!”

“Yes it was! If you weren’t trying to bite her shoulder then she wouldn’t have fallen into my vase!” You looked back and forth between the two, excitedly watching the drama unfold as the two continued on.

However, despite the growing entertainment, your stomach was rumbling with hunger and you needed to get food into your system or you were going to cry. You look around for your waiter only to notice something sticking out the back of a man’s jacket. It was black and shiny and had your nerves standing on end.

You looked up to see if you could recognize the man only for him to already be looking at you, a smirk resting on his lips as he winks at you. Your eyes widen as he moves to place his finger on his lips, a “be quiet” gesture.

You quickly turn to Sana and Chaeyoung who were still arguing over whose fault the broken vase was.

“We need to leave. Now.” Your quiet voice and urgent tone as their own figures freezing, turning to look at you to see you visibly shaken.

“What’s going on Y/n?” Sana asks you, leaning in closer to you over the table. You open your mouth to respond only for a scream of terror to cut you off.

You move to yank your friends under the table with you, hearing the words “freeze” and “get down” yelled all throughout the restaurant. Once you know that your friends are okay, huddled together under the table, you risk your courage and move slowly to peer out from under your cover.

There were three men standing up, guns in hand and aimed at who appears to be the owner of the restaurant. You can hear your ears ringing as you watch the scene play out in front of you.

“We told you. Boss gave you three weeks to give him the money back you owe him.” The one in front spoke, his voice slightly pitchy but nonetheless attractive as he spoke up, tone cold as he cocks his gun at the trembling man.

“I—I’m sorry Sirs! I’ll get you the money. I swear!” The man cries out, only for a gun shot to ring out.

One of the employees was trying to crawl past the men, passed you and to the door. You couldn’t look away as the man tried to crawl to you, hand grabbing onto your forearm where your marks were.

“help plea…” Another shot rang out as the man fell to the ground. You gasped, moving your hand to cover your mouth as you looked to your other, blood now smeared across your soulmarks as his hand continued to clutch onto you.

You could feel the tears falling down your cheeks as you look at the man, the life gone from his eyes as they now stare, unblinkingly at you. You could vaguely hear Chaeyoung and Sana calling your name, can feel the tugging on your shit stop once the footsteps start.

One of the men was now kneeling down in front of you, yanking the man’s arm off of you and grabbing you to stand up. He had a grin on his face, barely concealed by his lips moving.

“Poor baby. Let’s just clean that up.” He pulls you in the direction of the other men, both wearing their own smiles as they watch their partner drag you.

He pulls you and makes you stand in front of the owner, still crying as the guns aimed at him never faulted. He steadies you upright, hands on your shoulders as he make you face the owner.

“Can our sweetheart here clean up in the back? She’s got a little something on her arm.” Both you and the owner glance down at your arm, the reminder of red making more tears pool in your eyes. The man looks at you with a worried look, “sorry” written all over his features as he points to the back.

“Speak up!” One of the men behind you speaks, tone sharp as the owner jumps in his boots.

“You can go through there. The sink is to the right.” He cries out, fists clenched to his sides as the man walks you forward past the counter where the man was standing. You can see his hand moving out, only for it to snap back to his side.

“Don’t touch her!” The same man shouts, a slight growl to his tone this time, like he was speaking through anger.

The one in the middle, the main leader it seemed, still hasn’t spoken. He just stares hard at the owner, almost begging him to move and give him the chance to shoot. It was unnerving as you had a full view of his face as you tried to scrub the blood off your forearm.

The man who grabbed you still stood behind you, flush against your back with his hands on your shoulders. You had no clue what he was doing or looking at, but you had to bite your lip to hold back your sobs.

“Do you need some help there, baby?” His voice was right next to your ear, causing you to flinch a little. The man just chuckled before reaching for your arm. You knew you couldn’t say no, couldn’t deny him when they had guns aimed at everyone.

You let him move you around so he could face you. While he was scrubbing at your mark, you took the time to study his appearance. He wore a long black coat that seemed designer from how nice the material looked. He was wearing jeans and some nice boots. His face though, was otherworldly.

He was beautiful. Ethereal even. His features were sharp, as if sculpted by the gods. He had a mole on his nose and if you looked closely enough, you could see one under his eye. He seemed to be smiling as he cleaned your arm, paying closer attention to one of the names on your mark, rubbing it with his thumb.

Once the blood was cleaned up, he held your hand in his and stood back up. You watched him nod to his partners who then got busy. Within seconds the owner was shot, and two of the employees who were there were in similar states, screams of terror and panic sounding from the eating area.

The man holding your hand had moved you passed the owner, making you step over him instead of moving around. You noticed Chaeyoung and Sana watching you with tear marks stained to their faces. You wanted to move to them, reassure them you were okay, but you didn’t know if that was true.

“Hello darling. Sorry about the mess.” The man who shot the owner was now smiling down at you, his smirk turning to a smile as he moves his hand to cup your cheek.

Jimin almost coos at you as he watches you shake. You didn’t even realize who they were. You were probably too focused on your fear to feel the tingles running up your spine at their hands touching you.

You can’t even speak you were petrified. Jimin knew you wouldn’t be like that for much longer, not when they brought you back. But it had to wait for now. There were too many witnesses and Namjoon would kill him if they harmed you in any way.

“Don’t worry, everything will be okay.” He squeezed your cheek in his grip before reluctantly pulling away.

“Are these your friends?” Your heart skipped as he gestured to Sana and Chaeyoung who were frozen, watching the scene in front of them. You nodded your head only for the tallest man to chuckle.

“Use your words, darling.” You couldn’t tell if the shiver you felt was from fear or something entirely different but nodded again.

“Yes sir. They are my friends.” You managed to whisper after trying to clear your throat.

“Good girl.” The leader spoke in your ear before turning back to your friends, motioning for them to stand up. They both slowly stood up, limbs locked from fear as they clung to each other.

“Now, why don’t you make sure our darling here gets home safe. We don’t want any more blood on her hands.” The men laugh at the joke, but the humor doesn’t reach you nor does it reach any other person in the building. You can still see one or two more customers hiding behind tables, watching everything unfold.

You don’t know why you were singled out, nor why the men smiled at you the way they did, but you figured they were just sick, finding everything funny as if they didn’t just shoot four people dead.

Jimin let everyone go free, knowing they couldn’t identify them even if they tried. No one would believe them anyways. They had the cameras shut down over an hour before they even arrived, Yoongi doing his job and more as he is probably already uncovering everything about you.

The three of them watch you walk out, shaking as you cling to your friends.

“She’ll be clinging to us soon enough.” Jungkook wraps an arm around Jimin’s waist, knowing exactly what his older mate was thinking. Taehyung nods his head in agreement.

“She had her eyes practically glued to me the entire time I was holding her. She even started to relax in my hold, not that she noticed.” Jimin quirked his eyebrow, smiling as he opened the door to the car.

“Such a sweet little thing. I know Jin is going to love her.” They all laugh, knowing just how much Jin is going to love their innocent soulmate.

“Probably won’t let her leave. He’ll keep her with him the first couple months maybe, spoil her rotten.” Jungkook quips back, a knowing glint to his eyes as he remembers his own first couple of months with his soul group.

“Oh, like you weren’t sucking his dick two months in!” Taehyung exclaimed, his head hitting the passenger side window as Jimin takes a sharp turn. Jungkook just shrugs his shoulders.

“Yeah, so. What’s your point?” Rolling his eyes, Jimin just reaches for his phone, hitting the first speed dial.

“Hey baby, we’ve found her.”

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“Someone get her blanket for her!” You were pushed onto your sofa as Jihyo yelled out, motioning for your favorite blanket. It was a light blue, worn down from use but still felt as soft as the day you got it. You had brought it with you through three different moves and almost losing it to your grandmother’s dog a couple years back.

It was your comfort item and if there was ever a time where you needed it, it would be now.

Chaeyoung managed to text the group chat a SOS message, letting them know what happened. And while they were all worried for everyone, Sana made sure to let them know exactly what happened when you got to your apartment and everyone was waiting for you.

“Here you go, Bunnie.” Nayeon handed you your blanket before taking her seat next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and almost bringing you into her lap. They were all scared and worried for you.

“Why you? Out of everyone in the restaurant? Why you?” Jeongyeon asked the most obvious question, something the others didn’t really want to think about.

“It was weird. Once the man started crawling to her, I noticed the robbers get really angry, like visibly shaking before one of them shot the man.” Chaeyoung spoke up from her place on Mina’s lap. Her voice quiet as she goes through her memory of the events.

“And then one of them walked up to her, pulled her up and helped her clean her arm of the uh, of the blood.” Sana choked out, adding onto what Chaeyoung was saying.

“Did they say anything to you Y/n?” Momo asked, leaning on her knees as she moves so she can look directly at you.

“They just…kept trying to take care of me, calling me pet names and asking if I was okay.” You were unsure of everything that happened. You felt like your brain was making things up, trying to twist the events so you weren’t traumatized. You almost felt like you were lying to yourself.

However, one thing stuck in your head, no matter how many times you tried to forget about it.

“When the man helped me clean my arm, he kept rubbing at my soulmark.” Your words stump the others, shock moving through your friends as you stare at the pillow on your lap. No one knew what to say or think.

“He was probably just shocked by the number of names on your mark. You know it’s not really common to have a huge soulgroup like we do.” Nayeon reassured you. She knew exactly where your mind was going.

You were wondering if these men were your soulmates. No one besides regulars at work have ever been that caring and nice upon meeting you, especially when they were robbing the establishment where you were eating.

“Yeah, let’s not worry about it. They probably just saw an opportunity to make someone uncomfortable and took it.” Dahyun agreed with Nayeon, but her reassurance was light, as if she wasn’t really sure she believed her own words.

“How about this, let’s just order some pizza and watch movies. A girls night, like when we were younger. It’ll get your mind off of everything.” Tzuyu’s quiet voice spoke up in the silence, watching all of her unnies stew in their worry. She knew there was nothing they could do for now, so they needed a distraction.

“That’s sounds great baby! I’ll order our usual.” Jihyo gets up from her spot and moves to grab her phone while Dahyun and Jeongyeon crawl form their positions on your floor to your bookshelf, all of your movies lined up on the black piece of furniture.

Part 2

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narcissarina · 2 months

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Darkened Desires

Prologue and Chapter 1: The sun || Chapter 2: The moon || Chapter 3: The moon || Chapter 4: The sun || Chapter 5: The sun

Pairings: Mafia!Scaramouche × Barista!Reader

Word count: 1,373

Tw: praise kink, degradation, kidnapping, tourture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, gore, deaths, age-gap, corruption, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, mentions of human trafficking on the near chapters, slowburn.

Warning: This fanfiction may contain kidnapping, torture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, age-gap, corruption, vigilante Scaramouche, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, and more. This fiction will continue grow darker as chapters goes by.

Your mental health matters.

CHAPTER 6:

THE MOON

I took her to a familiar flower shop, base on her files—I coincidentally made her meet up a friend, I watch her laugh, smile, and tease around with her friend. I get constant glance from her friend, who seems to be suspecting something but didn’t say anything.

I could only smile, not just an ordinary friendly smile. I smiled with intent of possible murder, dark and twisted smile that gave her friend a shudder.

Funny enough, I could stand for a minute or so until a figure I caught in my eye stood out, they were rushing and sweating, a boner in his pants as he disappeared in the alley across the road.

I lean down to my sunshine to excuse myself, she could only nod and hum timidly, fuck. How I could just fucked her in the car right here and there, but patience is virtue right?

Left and right, I look at passing motorcycles and cars as I made my way down the road. I rush a little, not wanting him to get out of my sight, I turn left and saw him went through that door. I took my gun out, held it firmly in between my fingers, my other hand on the knob—turning it and using my body to rush in.

It was dim, but not too dark.

“Hands up and on your fucking knees!” I said, wow. I sounded like a shitting police officer—I am not doing that again. And it fucking smells here, as if someone just got done emptying their balls.

Of course, fucking sickos.

I shot the ground, the sound ringing in every corner of this room. I see a girl whimpering from pain as a grown ass man was gripping the poor girls hair tightly, “let go of her,” I said, pointing and threatening to shoot.

He listens and the girl came running at me, “good boy,” I shot him. Right in the leg while covering the girls ear and hugging her tightly close to me, “fucker.” I curse and turn to the girl, I heard the man scream—calling a backup huh? I hear footsteps come running down, I put the girl outside and held her shoulder, “hey, little girl. Run and take a right, go to the lady that’s sitting on the flower shop. She’ll help you, and tell the guards that’s stand behind her that I need help. Can you do that?” I spoke in a soft warm tone.

She nodded and gave a quick hug, “thank you, mister.” She said, poor girl. “The big bad man hasn’t touch you nor harm you right?” I quickly asked, just to be sure because I’ll hurt him back. She nodded, “just pulled my hair..” she said and told her to go now, that was all I need to fucking know. I’m going to have fun fucking this bastards up.

“H-Hey!” someone shouted, holding a baseball bat, I turn when I’m assured that the girl finally ran and disappeared out of my sight—knowing that she’ll be safe in my sunshine’s arms and guidance.

Gun in hand, I smiled, “what’s up gentlemen?”

“Don’t get involve here, don’t think you know us!”

“But I do… Know you.” I point my gun to him, as I whisper those two words, that I know them. Although I plan on fucking them up later, I never thought I would have a last minute change of plan. How laughable.

I should make this quick, and I hope those guards hurry up or else I’m not giving their payment. Don’t want to worry my sunshine.

He started running after me as I quickly shot him in his knee perfectly, he yelled in pain, “what you all standing there?! Get him!” he yelled, I could only scoff at how weak they are. Not to mention they’re a little taller and intimidating than me, while I’m only a few inches shorter and a baby faced… I want to burst out and laugh at how pathetic their attempts are.

This is getting annoying, earlier I was having fun fucking them up but they keep on coming, not accepting defeat—how much I fucking wanted to put a bullet on their fucking shitty head. All of them on the ground, his team unconscious and knocked out cold, no I didn’t used force. Why is that? Because I knew she’ll call the cops, I’ll make sure to put a bullet in each of their head when they’re in prison.

I sigh and groan, mother fucker manage to stab me right on the abdomen. Taking deep breaths as I make my way to that pedophile that’s been with the poor girl, I crouch down and position my gun in his head, he whimper and cries—pleading for his life.

“Aren’t you the one who abuse your wife? Instead of pleasure, you bruise her and cause her great pain in intercourse, where you only think of your fucking dick.” I said, pushing my gun harder into his face till it bruises, “y-yes, yes! That’s me, if saying this would make you have mercy at me then I confess!” he said, I click my tongue, my finger threatening to pull the fucking trigger.

“Who said that I’m going to let you go?”

Bang—

“Sir! Sir!” one of my guards called, they entered the room—rushing and sweating, “you’re all late.” I said, they bow and apologize repeatedly, I stood up and held my stabbed abdomen. One of them went pale and starts to panic.

“I can still walk, no need to carry me.” I assure in advance, clothes bloody and filled with sweat. Each walk I softly groan until I finally see the light—my light. She was talking to the police and the girl was clinging to him. She’ll be a great mother, I knew that—why? She’ll b filled with my children and she’ll be the one carrying them for nine fucking months.

She noticed and went pale when she saw that I got hurt fighting off those pedophiles and abusers, the guards help me cross the road and sat me down to the chair.

The police were horrified on what they saw and immediately took action and went to the alley where I beat and knock them all up—well, except for that one man who I put a bullet in his head.

“Let’s take you to the nearest hospital, sir.” One of the officer said, inspecting my wound.

“It’s just a stab, it’ll be fine.” I sarcastically remarked and rolled my eyes, my gaze went to the girl and smiled at her. She started crying and flew into my arms, “hey there.”

She kept apologizing again and again, “It’s not your fault”

“but you got hurt.” She sniffs.

“if getting hurt means saving you, then I’ll do it over and over again.” I pat her head and turn to the police officer, “you know where her parents are?”

They nodded and said that they’ll be right here, rushing.

I look at her, her eyes filled with pity and anger. She’s so cute, I could burst and have her kneel to suck my dick. But I can’t, I’m injured too, maybe I could make her nurse me.

The thought made me smile a little wickedly.

Yeah, it’ll be fun.

So fun that I didn’t noticed the girls parents, they thanked me for saving their daughter and they waved goodbye—before leaving, the girl looked back at me once again before driving off to her home. Where she is finally safe and with her family.

“you look kinda familiar.” One of the medic said, I raise a brow and smiled at him. “Oh?” I snicker, “aren’t you a mafia?” my heart sank but I kept a straight smiling safe, “now that remark wound me, sir. How could I possibly a mafia?” I asked, sunshine is just beside me—piercing me with her stare.

“quit it, John. Can’t you see the poor man injured? Not to mention he saved a little girl and five abused women in that house.” One officer smack him at the back of his head, “sorry. I hope I didn’t offend.”

“none taken.” I smiled and look at sunshine.

“Are you mad?”

“fuck you.”

“love you too, sweetheart.”

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Chapter 7: THE MOON

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howdoyousleep3 · 1 year

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you're the light, you're the night | @howdoyousleep3 steve rogers x bucky barnes | explicit | wip

notable tags: mafia/mob au, arranged marriage, slow burn, daddy kink, violence (gun, threats, blood), found family, pov steve rogers, pov bucky barnes, falling in love, angst, happy ending

summary: After his father's careless mistake, Bucky Barnes' life becomes controlled by the Bratva. The multiple jobs he works to support his family, his ill sister's treatment, his paused education, his nonexistent love life; every dull and draining day blurs together as he lives his life for everyone but himself...until he's given a way out. Leave Russia and move to New York City, marry a man named Steve Rogers, and his father's debt will be forgiven in full, his family taken care of. To Bucky, it seems like an obvious decision. But when the stranger he ends up marrying turns out to be involved in the same illicit world Bucky was eager to leave behind, and with a menacing rival that threatens the life he's desperately trying to find his footing in, Bucky feels as if he's in more trouble now than when he had the Bratva breathing down his neck.

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playlist | steve's introduction | bucky's introduction

#howdoyousleep #my writing #you're the light you're the night #mth fic #mth 2021 fic #stucky fic #stevebucky fic #mafia au #masterpost #fic masterpost #teaser post #coming soon #i'm too excited i couldn't help it 😭#the theme change is entirely because of this lol

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kissesforsatoru · 1 year

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Hello,

Can I ask for some yandere Mikey Sano headcanons?

pairing : mikey x gn!reader

summary : general yandere hc’s for mikey

⤷ cw : NSFW 18+, general yandere themes, violence, threats, kidnapping, unhealthy relationships.

– mikey is the kind of yandere that would fall for his darling just by them doing the simplest thing for him. maybe you ran into each other and felt so bad that you offered to cook him some food as an apology. he's not really interested at first, and quite frankly, he couldn't care less that you ran into him. he understands it was an accident, there's no need to go to such lengths to apologize for something as little as this. but whatever, you keep insisting and mikey knows draken would be disappointed if he denied someone just trying to be nice.

– so, as he sits in your kitchen, waiting for you to finish cooking, he can't help but watch you. he observes you carefully, trying to understand what kind of person you are. if you're dumb to be inviting a stranger in your home, or just genuinely naive. and then you set the food in front of him and start to explain how you usually eat alone, and that you really appreciate him for allowing you to cook for him. there's a sad smile on your lips that he just can't ignore, and a feeling of want over comes him--he wants to know you, he wants to protect you, he wants to have you.

– and oh god, once you have mikeys interest, it's over for you. the second he decides he likes you, you're his. it's as simple as that--if he wants you then he has you. nobody can refute him, certainly not you or your family that doesn't even care enough about you to enjoy a meal with you, not even draken can control mikeys urges towards you.

– and mikey absolutely is not patient. he won't wait for you to come to him, and he won't try to win you over or manipulate you, he just takes you. he genuinely thinks you're his, so he thinks he has the right to you.

– he's very clingy, like suffocatingly clingy. you're never allowed to leave his side and he always has to be touching you. he likes to have you in his lap specifically, but he's okay with you holding your hand or having his arm around your waist--holding you so tightly against him that you can barely even squirm, let alone leave. he likes to cuddle you, and if he could, he would just sleep all day with you tucked nicely in his arms, or with his head on your lap so that you can gently run your fingers through his hair. he really loves it whenever you do that.

– mikeys also incredibly possessive. if anyone so much as looks at you they're a dead man. you're his pretty angel, no fucker should get the privilege to look at you. and if some dumbass has the gal to try and take you from him? shit, rip to them cause i honestly think mikey would actually kill them without hesitation. but his possessiveness means that he's also very strict with you. you can't do anything without asking him first, and you're especially not allowed to go anywhere without him. he needs to be able to protect you at all times, and he can't do that if you're off with family or friends, or if you're decide to do something dumb without his knowledge. but that's okay sweetheart, all you need is him anyway. he'll give you everything you could ever want, so just stay with him, kay?

– to mark you as his he'll probably make you get a tattoo. most likely his name so that the proof that you're his is literally ingrained into your skin, but that bonten tattoo would also work for him. other than that, you'll be covered in hickeys all the time. mikey can sometimes get lost in thought while he's sucking on your pretty skin, far too engrossed in leaving his mark on you to realize that you're squirming uncomfortably cause your skin is so sore. and no matter how many times he tells you he's sorry and that he'll try and be gentler next time, he doesn't mean it. he likes seeing you covered in his marks, and he loves kissing your sore skin better afterwards too.

– mikey would absolutely adore you, especially in bed. he takes his time showing you how much he loves you by kissing every inch of your body, and he'll definitely make you come on his mouth a couple of times before he even thinks about fucking you, and he does all of this while telling you how perfect and precious you are to him, you're his everything and he's gonna make damn sure you know it. he can't ever have you doubting his love and adoration for you. when he finally decides it's time to fuck you, you'll see stars. he's so attentive and hits all of the right places that make you scream and writhe, and goodness, he fucks you so good you probably won't be able to talk properly afterwards. and his aftercare is top tier too. he carries you to the bathroom and leans you against his chest while he bathes you, kissing your skin where it's sore and rubbing you soothingly. god, you're so well loved by him.

– but as much as mikey loves and cares about you and wants to keep you safe, if you ever defy him or try to run away, he will take care of this behavior thoroughly. he doesn't like doing it, but he will hurt you. slaps, punches, cuts, bruises--he'll do it all as long as you learn to listen to him in the end. he also doesn't mind isolating you or depriving you of basic necessities like food and water, and you definitely won't be getting his attention during a punishment. i really don't see this happening at all because it goes against everything, he's worked towards with you, but if you do something really terrible, he'll act like a heartless bastard towards you and call you really disgusting, degrading names to make you feel absolutely worthless. it's not pleasant or something you'll easily be able to ignore.

– just be good though and he won't have to do any of that. you can stay his pretty little lover that he adores, and you can stay right by his side forever as long as you obey him.

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aftgficrec · 5 months

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Fics where Neil gets in a fight and actually wins!! I know it’s more commonly said that he can start fights and not finish them but let’s be for real, the boy was raised by two mafias and is scary as hell (I think i’ve seen someone ask this a while ago but i’m not sure if there’s an updated list) Mainly wondering for like post-canon fics, but au’s are cool too!

There’s quite a bit to discover on this topic, be that AU or in the context of canon. Of course, Neil rarely comes out of these troubles unscathed, but he wouldn’t be Neil if there wasn’t also a little martyrdom involved. You might find more on this under our bamf!Neil, butcher!Neil and occasionally raven!Neil tags. Have a browse, and see if there’s anything you like. - S

Some previous recommendations:

BAMF!Neil here

BAMF!Neil 2 here

BAMF!Neil 3 here

BAMf!Andreil w/happy ending here

badass Neil here

Neil fights and wins here

A dark Neil here

Neil says it's fine i've had worse here

Neil protects Katelyn/the foxes/Andrew here

Foxes find out Neil's not soft here (see list of recs at top of post)

Neil hurts/kills in front of foxes here

new BAMF! or Raven!Neil here

dark!Neil & Andrew here

bad boy Neil here

Neil Josten: Moriyama spy here

Neil kills Nathan here

Killing Eve AU here

‘Skin Comes Apart (Angel in Lothian)’ here

‘Bound for Error’ here

‘turn out the lights’ here (completed)

‘From Dungeons’ here

‘Whiskey Sour’ here

‘Negotiations’ and ‘The Butcher's Hello’ here (updated)

‘Shake my Tomb’ and ‘Appendages’ here

‘The Butcher’s Son’ here

‘it takes two (but you and i are one)’ here

‘monster (under my bed)’ here

post-canon (more or less):

Out for Blood by Aquared46 [Rated M, 27975 words, complete, 2023, locked]

"Neil’s first thought upon opening his eyes was that he was lucky to be in the trunk of a car instead of the back of a van. His second thought was that even if he survived this, Andrew might finally give into the temptation to kill him." AKA Neil is abducted and everyone has a bad time.

tw: kidnapping, tw: torture, tw: nightmares

born for this by dovegraye [Rated G, 1278 words, complete, 2023]

There are some parts of Nathaniel Abram Wesninski that Neil Abram Josten can’t ignore and refuses to play at trying anymore. This is one of them.

tw: violence

My Lover Writes Me Letters by AceSirenSinger [Rated M, 23018 words, complete, 2023]

He feels it again – the fury, of Neil’s taunting precision, of his expertise honed specifically for Andrew. It makes Andrew furious. Andrew has not felt anything since he woke up with his head on fire, in a room with a man made of compressed violence. *** Andrew loses his memory of the last five years, and forgets Neil. Neil martyrs himself because of course he does.

**tw: threatened rape/noncon between major characters**, tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: blood/gore, tw: referenced animal cruelty and death, tw: vomit, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: murder, tw: implied disordered eating

five times neil beat the babygirl allegations, plus the one time he didn't by r3mus [Rated T, 7488 words, complete, 2023]

neil will NEVER beat the babygirl allegations in MY heart but, alas, he would probably punch me if i called him babygirl to his face.

tw: violence

Damnation by X0X0HauntedX0X0 [Rated M, 15572 words, incomplete, last updated Jan. 2022]

Unkind and ever familiar, that anger Lola had triggered earlier returned with sharp teeth and without mercy. He would rip his time from their hands by force, like he’d been doing every day since he was born. Lola was clever as the devil, but Neil had been raised through the loopholes. She couldn’t hurt his Foxes if she was dead. Or Neil is much more dangerous than anyone gives him credit for.

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: torture, tw: blood/gore, tw: alcohol, tw: drugs

NB: fic art of post-torture Neil by @kazzyboy here

Maybe a Mobster by definitely_not_loki [Rated M, 1558 words, complete, 2022]

Neil Josten had transferred at the beginning of this season, and sure he'd been a nightmare for the team, but not in the "I was raised by a serial killer" kind of way. He was hard on the team—way harder than anyone had been before—and he wasn't even the captain. He was just some rookie striker from South Carolina. Most of the time she forgot he was anything but a rookie striker, but then someone would ask about his scars or call him a different name. Those were the few moments she remembered he wasn't just an asshole. He was an asshole with a past. So when The Event happened, she was terrified, horrified beyond all reason, but she was not surprised. Or, Neil is a badass motherfucker.

tw: violence, tw: blood

Neil has some bad habits. by evelynreads23 [Not Rated, 1068 words, complete, 2022]

Neil learnt things when he was young, how to wield a knife, how to hide a body. He was doing good and not thinking about it until someone was telling him he was a fan of the butcher. He was in a haze afterwards and freaked when Jack was being an asshole. This is Neil going to his roots but staying Neil, protecting Andrew and the foxes and not having fun when his past is brought up. Read at your own risk! :)

tw: violence, tw: blood, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: homophobia, tw: panic attacks

Dart Boards and Knife Fights by clumsylittlewriter [Rated T, 2983 words, complete, 2022]

"As if in sync, both of them dropped down into fighting stances and tensed their muscles. 'I apologize in advance if I end up killing you,' Nathaniel said, his voice dangerously quiet. Natalie threw her head back and released a sharp peal of laughter, more malicious than anything Andrew had ever heard from her. 'Don’t get cocky, Butcher-boy,' she taunted, her eyes glittering with vicious glee. The Butcher’s smile reappeared on his partner’s face." (a game of darts reminds Andrew that Neil was raised by someone fascinated with knives)

All the masks I've left behind by SagaEllen [Rated T, 1879 words, complete, 2021]

Neil does not cry. Aaron asks for help. And everything is such a mess.

tw: knives, tw: violence

all for his foxes by Olympyas [Not Rated, 2469 words, complete, 2021]

If he wanted to defend his family Neil wouldn't be enough, but someone else would, just this time, just for them. This is how Nathaniel opened the door and managed to stop the knife threw at him. And that was familiar, It even became a reflex by now. They taught him. Lola taught him in a way he wouldn't be able to forget. Lola and Romero come for Neil directly at Palmetto and Neil defends his family.

tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: blood, tw: knives

AU:

Dead Ringer by HalloweenReaper [Rated E, 18892 words, incomplete, last updated Nov. 2023]

“Potential.” Riko slammed Neil against the wall again and whirled on Kevin. Kevin stared back at him, white-faced and tense. “You said that goalkeeper had potential and then wrote him off as useless when I offered him to you....” - The Foxhole Court, Ch. 13. Nathaniel was given to Ichirou as his private hitman after his skills as a marksman were revealed when the Moriyama tracked him and his mother down after they ran away. Riko decided to surprise Kevin with matching “pets” after he found out the goalkeeper Kevin was interested in had a twin. When Nathaniel is ordered to join the Ravens for a year to cover for a series of hits, his smart mouth meets Andrew’s prickly attitude and things get interesting.

tw: abuse, tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: animal abuse, tw: panic attacks

Different Roads by frankelled [Rated T, 33944 words, incomplete, last updated Oct. 2023]

Nathaniel became Ichirou's 2nd when he was 10 years old. To protect Nathaniel from becoming a target no one can know, which leaves him in the Nest. When Kevin's hand breaks Nathaniel is in charge of protecting him from Riko, but now in Palmetto

tw: violence, tw: injuries, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: panic attacks

Andrew's Regret by pandaseek [Not Rated, 13860 words, incomplete, last updated Oct. 2023]

“The first three were all former foster parents of Andrew.” Piggins continued, unable to take a hint from the frosty office he’d admitted these things too. “No.” Aaron panicked, staring at Andrew in disbelief. “Andrew has never been…!” Wymack shifted his weight on the filing cabinet, reaching down to grab his trash can and passing it across Andrew in time for Aaron to grab it and spew a cascade of vile liquid into it, while Andrew pushed his chair onto its back legs and avoided all eye contact with those in the cramped office. Andrew knew who did this. The only person who had ever willingly gone to bat for him. A person he had mistakenly believed to be dead long ago; this was proof to the contrary. Except… Except that there was one name missing. - A prompt from Justthislazy, based on my original Lifeline, that I just had to pick up and run with. Thank you for the amazing idea!

tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced csa

Promise, I Can Give You a Reason by maydaykevin [Rated T, 1689 words, complete, 2023]

Something else happens in the fated Millport locker room.

tw: violence

I'm An Accountant by boomba77 [Not Rated, 24101 words, incomplete, last updated Oct. 2023]

Abram Hatford is an accountant. A legitimate accountant. He may work for an infamous crime family, but his hands have been clean for years (of blood, at least). He is a translator and an accountant. He flies under the radar, his existence hidden from the public by his family, and he prefers it that way. For him, the words ‘safe’ and ‘unknown’ are synonymous. So, when one of the Hatford empire’s more lucrative businesses begins stirring up the wrong kind of attention and losing money as a result, the Hatfords require discretion and brains. Their elusive Abram is the only person for the job. Andrew Minyard is a part-time server at a random diner and a part-time bartender at The Den, where he spends most of his time drinking what he’s supposed to be serving. It isn’t until strange things start happening around the club that Andrew decides to pay a bit more attention to the shady shit going on at his work. And then, when a stranger shows up looking for work with a perfect resume and a symmetrical face, Andrew finds his suspicion, and his interest, double. All of the death and destruction is bad, sure, but at least it’s interesting. OR Waiting for death is not living.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: dissociation, tw: nightmares, tw: panic attacks, tw: scars

Rheostat by NeilfuckingJosten [Rated M, 14315 words, incomplete, last updated Aug 2023]

Nathaniel Wesninski, alias Neil Josten is finally out of the Nest and into the world of professional exy. Deadly, smart and worse than his father, Nathaniel will bring a storm into Andrew's quiet world. AKA, they meet in the pro's.

tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced abuse

I Was Ruined From The Start by BrokenPineTree [Rated M, 39021 words, incomplete, last updated April 2023]

Neil’s grin is audible as he replies. "Riko’s antics getting outed to the public would make him a liability. And I do remember telling you that threats need to be dealt with accordingly." Kevin's stomach lurches into his throat with the conclusions he jumps to. "So, you’re gonna go back to the Nest?" He asks quietly. Slowly. Unsure how to feel about Neil putting himself in that situation again. He can't do that, right? He has other things to worry about now. Neil hums disapprovingly. "Try again," He offers. Kevin does. "You're... coming to Palmetto?" The au where Kevin doesn't have full confidence in Andrew's ability to stand between him and his lurking demons after only spending a few months at Palmetto. But with the dangerous card itching to emerge from under his sleeve, does he really need to?

tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: nonconsensual drug use, tw: panic attacks

True Crime by mostly_maudlin [Rated T, 1789 words, complete, 2022]

All Andrew needed was the WiFi password.

tumblr posts:

Neil Does Not Like when people mess with his people. by @hmmm-shesucks [tumblr, 2023]

Whenever any of the foxes are slightly inconvenienced by someone enough to complain about them, Neil always asks, “Do you want me to take care of it?”

tw: implied/referenced violence

Neil gets in a fight by @hmmm-shesucks [tumblr, 2023]

Neil gets in a fight on the court and it’s one of those where gloves are dropped and helmets are thrown and the punches are quick and hard.

tw: blood, tw: violence

Neil is dangerous and Aaron knows it hc by @thefoxholestuff [tumblr, 2021]

I love the idea of Neil being the really dangerous one rather than Andrew and the Foxes all being Shook and Andrew being a gay disaster over it

Part 2 - an expansion

here’s an expansion of my Neil-is-dangerous-and-Aaron-knows-it post,

one night the foxes are at edens and some guy starts to harass Andrew hc by @zipperuser103 [tumblr, 2021]

I know that Neil “starts fights that he can’t finish”, but I refuse to believe that he has no fighting skills at all.

tw: violence

Art

bamf!Neil by @emry-stars-art

(Feat. BAMF? Assassin? Secret Agent? Neil) by @baylecn

Good boy, junior by @jayjuls

Killer In The Mirror by @allfortheslay25

Killing Eve AU by @rainbowd00dles

Wesninski looks good on you by @ouijacine

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theminecraftbee · 1 year

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I will say. unintended side of limited life: my ability to tell apart the actual play fanart and the mcyt fanart on my dash has become EVEN MORE CONFUSED. I was already having to play “is that yilfa (sp?) or red pearl”, I was already having to squint at the blogs I thought were mcyt posting vague art and checking which blonde guy that was. but now I have the game of “is that blue fish guy gillion tidestrider or scotts smajor” and folks I think I’m beginning to lose my mind,

#for the record this is no one’s fault but it’s very funny how often I have to click on art to MAKE SURE before I reblog it #earlier I saw art with a big hourglass and what I thought was an unusual cleo design #and no. it was fucking. that one anime with the mafia guys.#I am just so innundated with specific themes on my ll art that I thought otherwise #don’t even get me STARTED on the fact I also like the ninja anime

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0ann3 · 3 months

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More doodles with this AU ✨✨ Just did a quick one since I plan to sleep early

Also feat. Ace and Jade

#twisted wonderland #twst #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #floyd leech #jade leech #mafia!riddle #doctor!floyd #mafia!ace #doodle #Tempted to go with baker!Jade since I ship him with Trey and following the pattern on how this AU came about lol #Also as I'm eyeing the comments and tags of previous posts #Jade doing mushroom themed baked goods might attract more young customers to his bakery #that if Floyd does indeed works more with children he might be the one who always remind them to not eat much sweets #or to remember to brush their teeth etc #and do you know where he'll get some rewards for children who were brave for their injection?#Floyd can literally just snatch some from Jade's bakery #basically how leech twins become popular amongst children #SAKlaJLSKJAS #Anyways #not me rambling in the tags #but #I think I just like drawing long-haired Riddle LMAO

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purpleyoonn · 1 year

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Doughnuts and Shell Casings 2

one shot series // part 2 of 3

summary: you finally gather the courage to leave your routine and do something different. your expectations are blown out of the water as you meet your soulmates in a less-than-expected way.

genre: soulmate au, bts au, mafia au, poly au,

pairing: mafia bts x innocent reader

warnings: robberies/break-ins, kidnapping, allusions to murder, bruises, mafia bangtan, weapon use, very touchy bangtan, protective bangtan, possessive bangtan,

masterlist // one-shot masterlist // part 1

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It was Friday morning, meaning it was your turn for the normal errands. This time, it actually meant getting more safety enclosures and items for the café and for your own apartment. You had been unsurprisingly shaken and uncomfortable being alone since the incident at the restaurant a couple weeks back.

This meant you had spent the past couple weeks either staying in the studio apartment above the café, or with the girls in their home. You hadn’t been back to your own apartment besides the first night when you went with Jeongyeon and Mina to get some clothes and other necessities. The girls were fine with this, and even encouraged it, Tzuyu saying it would be like having a big sleepover.

But unfortunately for you, today would be one where you venture out alone. Chaeyoung and Momo were supposed to be going with you but Chae got called in to retake an exam she missed in the midst of the restaurant incident and Momo had a family emergency.

This meant you were walking out of the house alone accompanied by the small canister of pepper spray Nayeon had bought for you that went on your little keychain.

“Okay, Y/n, you can do this.” You mutter to yourself, trying to hype yourself up as you walk down the front steps and onto the sidewalk.

You didn’t have a car, nor did you see yourself needing one. You and the girls both lived in neighborhoods that were close to the café and the girls’ school along with a bunch of shops and other necessities. It was nice for days like this, where you needed the fresh air, but also awful because you didn’t want to be alone right now.

You had your small backpack on your back along with your keys and phone in your jacket pockets, your beanie keeping your head warm on the cold morning. The hardware shop was only a couple blocks away, and you hoped that you were walking fast enough to make it before it got super busy.

Ever since the restaurant, a lot of people and businesses were taking the precautions to up their own security and were taking the steps you were now. You planned to get a good alarm system for the café, one that included a camera aimed at the entrances and the exits, including the cafes back exit you used for shipments.

You were also going to buy a couple of deadbolts for the café and for your own home. You weren’t allowed to get any system that had a camera at your apartment, the manager claiming it infringed upon the privacy of the other residents.

Nayeon and Jeongyeon got really mad at that one.

By the time you made it to the hardware store, you were already shaking. Every time you had gone somewhere, even with the girls, you always felt eyes on you. This time was no different even if you could never figure out where the feeling was coming from.

“Good morning! Welcome into Ace Hardware. Is there anything we can help you with today?” The front clerk asked as soon as the doors opened to the store, you walk inside and wiping off your boots.

You shake your head as you grabbed one of the little baskets by the door, thanking them before making your way to where you knew the security hardware was located. Dahyun had gone with you the other day to look at all of the options, her phone on speaker with Nayeon and Jihyo as you perused.

You noticed it was pretty quiet as you looked for the items on your list. It was kind of nice as you didn’t have any distractions to deter you from finding everything on your list. It took you some time, but once you had everything in your little basket, you began to make your way to the front.

You didn’t know where your mind went, but you looked down every aisle you passed as you moved to the front of the store, every aisle empty as you walked. You narrowed your eyebrows, the little voice in the back of your head telling you to run, that something was seriously wrong… and boy, do you wish you listened to it.

Instead of dropping your things and leaving, you stepped up to the counter, where the man from before stood, leaning against the counter and watching your every move.

‘Uhm, hello. I just need these.” You spoke up, voice proud your voice didn’t waver as you placed your basket up onto the counter. The man nodded, eyes on you as he scanned your items.

“I don’t think you’ll need these.” He was blunt, shrugging his shoulders as he pressed enter on his keyboard to continue the transaction.

“Excuse me?” You weren’t sure you heard him correctly.

“I said you won’t need these.” Your eyebrow quirked at his words, at his own nonchalance.

“Well, I’m not sure who you are to tell me if I need these or not.” You watched his lips grow into a grin, making you step back into a body you didn’t know had shown up.

You jump as you back into the man, turning to say you were sorry when you look up. It was one of the men from the restaurant, the one who killed the owner and the employee in front of you. Eyes widening, you try to move away only for his arms to snake around your waist and turn you around so your back was pressed against his front.

“Hello, baby. Did you miss me?” You could feel his warm breath on the back of your neck as he moved your hair away from your back, his nose pressing against your pulse point as you try not to cry. The cashier leans over the counter and wipes away a tear, his thumb pressing into your cheek as you try to move away.

“I meant; you won’t need these measly measures of protection when you have us.” His words brush against your cheek as he moves in, not caring that you flinch as his lips press against the skin he pressed his thumb into.

As he moves back across the counter, he shoves your items onto the floor and slides across the counter, standing in front of you.

“Alright, where are the other two?” He brings his hand up to caress your jaw as he speaks, the man holding you still pressing his nose against your pulse point as he rubs down your sides.

“Probably in the back…” His lips brush against your neck as he speaks, his words tapering off with some insinuation that you don’t understand. The man in front of you only nods, gesturing to something behind you as he moves off to the side and through one of the aisles.

You try to take this as an opportunity to leave, your hands going to the ones on your side and yanking them off you, only to make it three feet away and being yanked back into their embrace.

“Aww, little one, that hurts my feelings.” He pulled you back over to the counter, moving one hand up your abdomen and to your neck, like the other man, but instead he brought his hand to cover the expanse of your neck, tilting your head back to rest on his shoulder.

“That’s not very nice of you.” Footsteps make their way to where you and the man from the restaurant were; a slight chuckle leaving the new person.

“Jimin-ah, not here.” The man, Jimin, laughs as he kisses your temple.

His grip loosens on your neck, letting your head fall forward a little to see the man before, his blonde hair now a little messed up as he holds a couple things in his hand.

“I see V had his fun.” Jimin smirks at his hyung, noticing his swollen lips and messed up hair. The man only smirks as he moves to stand in front of you again.

“Sorry about this, kitten. Can’t have you trying to run.” Your eyes widen at his words as he holds up some rope and a sack. You shake your head, pleading with them. They both just look down at you with pity as Jimin ties your hands up and the man, Yoongi, places the sack over your head.

“Take her to the car.” The man’s words were sharp, leaving no room for arguments as Jimin pushes you to walk, hands on your hips as he guides you outside. You stumble as you make it out the doors, his grip tightening on you.

“We can’t have you hurting yourself, can we.” His words shake you even more, your body tense and your hands clenched into fists as you dig your fingernails into your palm.

You knew you weren’t getting out of this.

The feeling in your body told you that you were done for.

“Here we go…” Jimin muttered as he walked you up to the van, opening the sliding door and picking you up, grinning at the gasp that leaves your lips as he jumps into the van, closing the door behind him and pulling you onto his lap, securing the seatbelt over the both of you.

You were silent, not wanting to make a sound and make anyone angry. You had no clue who these people were, but you knew they were capable of anything if you go by what happened at the restaurant. You had no clue if they would hurt you, but you wouldn’t put it past them.

So, you remained silent and still.

The feeling of his hand rubbing up and down your jean covered thigh made you want to vomit, even more so as your body started to relax against him against your own volition. You held back a sob as the doors opened, voices joining the silence as the vehicle started.

“How is she Jiminie?” A familiar voice asked the man under you.

“Tense. I think our baby is scared.” Jimin’s voice was teasing, his hand squeezing your thigh a little bit before going back to rubbing circles.

“Aww, baby. There is no need to be scared. We’ll keep you safe.” The familiar voice coos at you, a presence moving next to you and another hand resting on your other thigh.

The rest of the car ride consisting of twists and turns that last longer than ten minutes, you tried counting but lost track after Jimin started pressing kisses to your shoulder; you cried. You managed to hold your sobs in, managed to keep silent as you listened to the men talking and joking around.

You could only see a bit of light through the sack over your head, and you knew for sure your wrists were bruised from the rope as you held them to your chest. Your body was starting to ache from how tense you were, your shoulders almost reaching your ears.

The feeling of the vehicle slowing down and stopping caught your attention, only for everything to move quickly once the doors opened. You were being picked up again, a silent gasp leaving your lips as the person holding you moves quickly.

You were becoming numb to everything, your mind trying to protect you from what it thinks could happen. Different scenarios filling your head as you tried to slow your racing heart. It doesn’t work as you feel the man sitting you down on something soft, someone moving to sit behind you and trap you between their legs, your back being pressed to their chest.

Soon enough the sack was being removed from over your head, your hair moving into your face as you struggle to take a deep breath in, suddenly feeling as though you were suffocating.

The person behind you starts to coo, their hands moving, one to wrap around your body and rest on your stomach and the other to brush your hair away from your face. When your vision clears, you see six men, all in various positions, resting in front of you. Your eyes, however, immediately move to the one who stands in front of you, only a couple of feet from where you sit.

You grow uncomfortable under their stares, well, even more uncomfortable than you already were. You begin to squirm in your seat, forgetting that you were trapped in someone’s embrace as their groan reaches your ears, causing you to freeze.

A deep chuckle leaves Namjoon’s lips as he watches you freeze against Jimin. His smile growing as he watches you eye him, as if trying to see if he would do anything to you. Oh, he thinks, the things he would love to do to you.

“Why am I here? What do you want with me?” Namjoon’s eyebrow raises as he hears you ask, your voice unwavering as you try to show no fear. You were impossibly cute, entirely innocent and he knew you were perfect for them.

“Baby girl. You’re too cute.” Jin can’t help but to coo, his words making your shoulders tense up again. You couldn’t understand why these men wanted you, nor why they kept calling you pet names. You saw the men nod their heads, saying their own agreements, ignoring you and your words.

“Answer me!” You shout, trying to remain confident despite the way you were trapped against the man behind you.

“Oohh, looks like our baby has a bite.” One of the men jokes out, making the men all laugh again as your cheeks burn red. Looking away from the men, not wanting to give them any satisfaction of your own annoyance.

To your further annoyance, the one holding you, who you assume to be Jimin, puts his hand on your neck again and turns your head back to face the room again. His thumb rubbing against the side of your jaw in mock comfort.

“You hold something important to us.” The main in the middle, right in front of you, finally speaks up, his voice silencing the others. The room turns from a goofy atmosphere to a silent, serious one, everyone looking at you.

“I—what?” That was absurd, confusion ringing through your ears as you subconsciously relax against Jimin.

Suddenly, the ropes tying your wrists together were being untied. Hands replacing them and holding your hands to your chest, Jimin’s thumbs rubbing circles into the skin of your now really bruised wrist.

“You have something important to us.” The man repeats himself.

“Look, I don’t have any money. I don’t have anything of value. Please.” You couldn’t think. What did you have of importance to them? You didn’t have any money or valuables; the café was doing well but not enough to really by robbed.

“That’s not what he means, baby.” One of the men from the restaurant speaks up, the same one who yelled at the owner not to touch you. His voice was softer this time, the lip piercing glinting in the small bit of sunlight peaking through the windows.

“C’mon little one, why don’t you show him your wrist, hmm?” Jimin coos from behind you, ending his words with a kiss to your now exposed shoulder, your shirt and jacket falling off your shoulder from being manhandled.

You held your wrists tighter to your chest, wincing as he moves his lips up your neck and to your ear, dragging the lobe between his lips and pulling on it.

“There is nothing on my wrist.” You mumble out, hoping they would drop whatever game they were trying to play with you. This wasn’t funny anymore. Nothing made sense. You figured you managed to walk into another burglary at the hardware store, but they didn’t carry in any bags, no evidence of any weight being dropped while you were in the car.

Why would they take you, but leave the money from the store behind?

“Oh. Joonie-ah, did you hear that? Our little mate thinks we’re nothing.” Another man coos, the blonde cashier from the store who obviously wasn’t a cashier. He grins at you, watching as your eyes widen and dart to their names on your wrist.

Kim SJ

Min YG

Jung HS

Kim NJ

Park JM

Kim TH

Jeon JK

The seven names that have been driving you crazy since they appeared on your wrist when you turned thirteen. Despite his teasing tone, your entire body froze, dread and confusion filling your body as his words sink in.

“Don’t believe us, kitten?” At his next words, everyone turns their wrists to you, showing you their own soulmarks. Jimin’s own wrist is turned upwards, your name at the bottom of his own mark. Your hand moves slowly, your pointer finger moving to trace the outline of your name.

“What…?” Your words were a whisper as everything seemed to hit you at once. Why they were so intent on taking care of you at the restaurant, the smiles as they saw your blood covered soul mark.

You barely felt as Jimin moved you around, adjusting you in his lap as his lips placed themselves on the nape of your neck.

“It was fate. We went in for a job, planning on killing everyone inside when that employee was killed in front of you, his hands on yours. We knew before we walked in, seeing your mark from outside as we moved past the window. Plans changed.” Jimin narrated, his voice soft as he remembered seeing your mark through the window as they walked past and into the building.

“We wanted to take you then and there, seeing how unprotected you were, but we knew we couldn’t leave any witnesses. We knew you cared about your friends, seeing how you tried to protect them. We needed a plan.” Taehyung spoke this time, eyes narrowed at your shaky form as you just stared at Jimin’s wrist.

“We’ve been watching you the entire time, making sure our baby was safe. We followed you and you friend, Dahyun, to the hardware store and when you didn’t walk out with anything, we knew you would go back. And thus began our plan to bring you home.” Jungkook’s tone was angry, still upset that you felt you needed useless items to protect you when you had them.

You looked up when they were done talking, eyes soft and unmoving as you felt yourself becoming light. The pieces were connecting. The eyes you felt on your every move had never felt uncomfortable or fearful, just weird. It made sense why you felt so safe within the past week, and not because you were with your friends. Why you felt safe enough to leave the house so much, despite never really feeling the need to before.

You were inadvertently being protected and watched by your soulmates.

You were being watched and protected by men who were criminals by career, maybe even men for hire judging by the way they carried themselves.

And you had never felt safer in your life than when you were in the arms of the man who killed the restaurant staff and caused you and your friends such trauma and turmoil.

“Oh…” Was the only thing to leave your lips, words not being supported within your brain right now as you trace your name on Jimin’s wrist, not noticing the way his eyes roll back into his skull at the feeling of your fingers on him.

-*-*-

“Now, darling, why don’t we show you to our room?” Namjoon speaks up after everyone finally introduced themselves.

You had become completely relaxed in their presence now, not flinching or hiding away when one of them came up to you or touched you. In fact, it seemed like you were leaning into their touch, seeking it out as you walked next to Yoongi as they lead you to their shared room.

Well, now your shared room.

It was customary for mates to start sharing a bed once they found each other. It helps to keep the bond active, to keep everyone from going through withdrawals from distance. Sickness and aches were not uncommon for mates who have some distance between them, especially in the beginning of the bond connecting.

Namjoon led you all down a long hallway, only three doors residing along the walls. The last one on the right held the symbol for the group within the wood of the door. A slight push against the wood had it opening to reveal a large room.

A custom-made bed, big enough to fit ten, was placed against the far right wall, a curtain canopy attached to the side frame and headboard. On either side of the bed was a nightstand and at the foot of the bed held a two-seater couch with cushions you felt you could fall into.

Opposite the bed was a large dresser and a door that you think leads to the closet. To the left of the bed was another door, opened already to give you a peak of the bathroom. The room was entirely spacious and had you never wanting to leave.

“Do you like it, baby?” Jin’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You nodded your head, too in awe for you to come up with a coherent answer.

His breath on your neck had you taking a breath in, trying to regulate yourself. The feeling of his fingers gripping onto your waist had tingles shooting down your spine. You could suddenly feel every part of your eldest mate pressed against you, the warmth of him sending your own warmth straight to your core.

You clenched your thighs together hoping no one noticed your growing arousal and desire as Jin walked you forward and deeper into the room instead of standing in the open doorway.

But they noticed.

Yoongi and Jungkook walked over to the bed, leaning against the long metal framing holding up the canopy.

“Why don’t you come feel how comfy the bed is. I know I always hate leaving the bed in the mornings.” Yoongi gestured for you to come forward, Jin reluctantly letting go of you.

“More like you never want to leave the bed.” He muttered to himself, getting a pinch on his ass from Namjoon who was standing behind him.

“Okay.” You mutter as you make your way to the large bed, seeing just how comfy it looked up closely. You can even see how soft the blankets look, the fabric practically calling your name as you bring your hand out to press on the mattress, testing it out before turning around to sit on it.

Tentatively, you watch their reactions as you move to lay back on the bed, not wanting to make anyone feel awkward as you lay in their bed. While you are their mate, you can’t help but to overthink. Do they even want you in their bed? They did say this was your room as well now, but did they mean it?

“You are very tempting, darling.” Jin’s eyes roamed up and down your figure, loving the way your thighs practically flattened against his blankets. You noticed the glint in his eyes darken as they caught sight of your lower half. He looked at you with lidded eyes, catching your surprise. You just shrug his words off, not really believing them.

Taehyung watched as you looked away from Jin, sitting back up on the edge of the bed. In the time he has been watching you, he could tell you were self-conscious about yourself, not believing any of the compliments any of your friends or customers had given you.

He quirked his eyebrow at Jimin, who had also observed this little thing of yours. They had already talked about this with each other, which is why Jimin had been so hands on with you. He couldn’t help it, Jimin’s love language was physical touch. He literally could not go minutes without touching one of his mates.

They would make sure their sweet little mate knew how loved she was…even if someone had to die to make it known.

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