Been selfshipping with Mafioso for over a month now and I have made plenty of art of my Sona and a little bit of selfship art, so here's all of that! I'll give a lore post soon on how exactly Mafioso and Lu met. Pictures under the split!
Here are the blanks for the two ship charts for anyone who wants them :3
Tumblr user @shesmycollaarr has posted a suicide note on her blog. She lives in Romania, though I don’t know where. Anyone in Europe, Romania especially, please call 112 as soon as possible and warn them however you can. I tried but I can’t contact them from America.
I’m really fucking scared. The court date for eviction is the 22nd. My power is about to be shut off. I have nowhere to go. I don’t know what to do with my service animal. I don’t even have a car to live out of. It’s winter in Michigan and I’ll be on the streets.
I need help. Please I’m so scared. I will do anything at this point. I’m freaking out.
I've only shared my AU about Cherise, Nate and Falk with Ryn (aka @mornynge) and so I figured I'd dump it on all your laps too!
Full disclosure, nothing is written and this all lives in my head (but there is a doc with all the details for when I get around to starting)
Info dump below !
Back when B3 released, some people theorized or headcanoned a breakup with Nate because of a scene or two, or off of the vibes they got, etc. While I can't remember the context, I know there were reasonings and it's no surprise that I will insert Falk anywhere any given day
So there is a canon breakup in this universe, and guess what fate brings right through Cherry's glass..
I imagine it's a few months in the aftermath, it's awkward obviously but they're still a team, a little found family. Albeit now two of them avoid the other like their life depends on it. (Making the others suffer through it too might I add)
I haven't decided on the reason Falk is there, whether it's an event of supernaturals that brings him back, pure curiosity of how a certain detective (now agent) has been. Because I assume the Maa-Alused can come and go as they please and are invited to anything and everything, especially their beloved leader
I just know that in the absence of a lost love, a new connection of sorts is blooming with the possibility of something more, that a rather invested leader is tending too.
The whole reason for the breakup is because a compromise can't be found, and Nate's overprotectiveness spirals. Cherise's life has taken a turn and there's an obvious toll because of it, and there's a definitive that she'll always be in danger- and she's not been one to run from it for her own benefit, even if she is human.
She won't prioritise her safety, or run away from danger without looking back, can't promise she ever will.
The thought of losing her is debilitating, devastating and downright unthinkable for Nate and in his uttermost fear, he makes a rash decision. Better that he spares her from all this, the overbearingness, the stress, the worry he lays on her (and save himself from the heartache) Instead of letting things fester, watching as the relationship deteriorates before his very eyes, witness the chasm it creates, like he had done so in the past, he's the one to pull the plug. To shoulder the weight of ending a relationship (Regrettably, he later comes to find)
(If any of the stuff about Nate's past relationships is wrong or not precisely right, I apologize! I swear I read a post/answer where he was never the one to initiate breakups, correct me if I'm mistaken tho!)
And so in the heat of the moment, things are ended, broken, shattered. A chapter come to a close. There had been arguments, disagreements, disputes before, but nothing like this. Where it's left to settle in the dust, unsolved.
Life goes on, unlike before. Making more time for her life outside of Unit Bravo, reconnecting with the past she once had, what little peace she can conjure now. Recalling Adam's advice as to not lose the connections she had outside of them, for the sake of her double life at The Agency.
Taken to heart, she doesn't. She's been alone before and will be again, even if another absence is felt now
So changes are made, Cherry changes her hair (cuts it shorter)
and she doesn't let someone else's worry overshadow her plans, refuses to let doubt hold her back.
Her job was once to be a detective, and now it's to be an agent. She can't let Nate (him or his worry) hinder that. She's capable of taking care of herself and handling whatever situations life throws at her (not to mention she's stubborn and hard-headed)
She doesn't have time for loneliness, even as it demands her attention. (I'd like to say she grows a little closer with Rebecca, leans on the rest of Bravo during this time, but she rather turns inwards on herself)
Until a certain someone appears, attending something hosted by none other then The Agency or just on a whim and imagine his disappointment when the person he had come for had decidedly not graced the event/headquarters with her presence, and rumors are swimming on why.
So, of course, he goes to the source.
What ensues is toeing on the line of "friends", once again visiting unannounced, just to find her peacefully in the little space that's her, unadorned fancy clothes and without makeup
Their conversation lingers into the night, sharing a beverage, whether it be wine or tea. Curled on the couch, sitting at opposite ends. Legs brushing while both of them pretend not to take notice.
This time around, his flirting doesn't go unreciprocated
Telling him her story, how things had happened and what she went through, after her insisting he didn't want to hear it, only for him to claim otherwise.
That night ends up a regular occurrence.
I lied, I do have little bits and pieces of dialogue/scenes so have these teasers-
“I don’t want to lose your friendship for one night”
“It doesn’t have to be just one”
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“You love catching people in unflattering/dishevelled states, don’t you?”
“Any state of yours is a sight I welcome.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she said in kind, shaking her head with a smile on her face
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“Can you promise that whenever this ends, we’ll still be friends?”
“I swear it.” I hope it never does.
"God, you have a problem.." she teased, eyes glinting with mischief
"I do, it's you." He retorted without hesitation.
A flush coated her skin, a playful/flustered smile pulling at her lips.
"And if you are, then you must be the solution too."
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(These are rough wip pls dont judge me)
Last one is from Falk's pov btw👀
In all honesty, I just wanted to spill this and share with you guys :3 and if anyone would like to be up to date or share their own, my dms are always open!
summary : after a long day of keeping his cold facade on, mafioso can't help but let his act crumble once he sees you.
tags : romance, established relationship, and fluff.
𝓷 𓏲 a little short blurb i quickly wrote because we love a soft man.
the thing about being a mafia boss was that reputation mattered, and that meant the way you acted mattered as well.
no one would feel threatened by a mafia boss who acted all sweet in caring—that was just idiotic. never in a million years would anyone pay off their debts if someone were nice about it. they would only make excuses as to why they couldn't pay, and in the end, you would only lose money.
so, the only way to prevent that was to be ruthless, and that was exactly what mafioso was.
the man was cold in a way that left people trembling whenever he passed by them, and a stoic expression was practically plastered onto his face wherever he went. he was the type of boss that always found a way to get people to pay their debts, and he had no problem doing whatever it took to get the money he was owed.
whenever people hear about mafioso's actions, they always assume that he's always been this way—that he didn't have a single soft bone in his body, and that used to be the case.
but then he met you.
after years of only experiencing a rigid feeling in his chest, those years went to waste as soon as his eyes landed on you. the chill facade he had grown to hold together seemingly shattered whenever you were around, and at first, he hated it. he loathed the sensation of his heart pounding whenever you came into his view.
he believed that it was pathetic that he was feeling such things. mafioso was supposed to be someone who didn't feel, for that was his whole thing. he was a cold man.
yet, you seemingly made him warm up whenever you were around, and it wasn't long before he accepted that there was nothing he could do about it.
so, after successfully courting you, mafioso found sanctuary in your presence. he found himself relaxing whenever you were around, and whenever you both were alone, his boss act dropped completely.
and today was no different.
you were leaning against the headboard of your bed as you scrolled through your phone, and you only peered up from the device once you heard the sound of the door opening.
the sight of mafioso's form resulted in you turning off your phone, yet you still held it in your hands while the man let out a rough sigh before closing the door behind him.
"you're back early."
at your words, mafioso only let out a grunt in reply while he shrugged off his trenchcoat, and the jacket was tossed onto the floor as his hand reached for his tie.
the fabric was tugged so it would untie, and it loosely hung on his shoulders while he made his way towards the end of the bed.
you watched as he unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, and the tie was eventually grasped before being dropped onto the carpet. grumbles echoed underneath his breath while he kicked his shoes off, yet you couldn't hear anything he was saying. you didn't even have time to question if he was alright before he got onto the bed.
the bed creaked with the new weight while he made his way towards you, and you placed your phone on your lap once he got close to you. his hands rested on the sheets beside your thighs, and his face was in front of yours. one of his hands moved to grab his hat before he tossed it to the side, and he then placed his hand back against the mattress.
it wasn't long before he leaned forward, and his lips softly pressed against yours. usually, his kisses were hasty ones given how he had a lot to do, but this one lasted longer while emotion was poured into the action. you could feel his gentleness against your lips, and you lazily wrapped your arms around his neck. your hands rested against his back, and you slowly caressed the fabric of his shirt while he let out a hum of satisfaction.
"rough day?" you questioned as you pulled away for a second, but you were only answered with a low hum while mafioso pressed his lips against yours once more.
a slight smile sprawled onto your face, and the kiss was broken as mafioso flopped onto you.
you let out a choked laugh while mafioso rested his head against your chest, and he stared up at you as his arms wrapped around your waist. as soon as he got himself situated, you peered down at him with a wide smile. "somebody missed me..."
"i missed you like hell..." he mumbled while he shifted up a bit, and he rested his head in the crook of your neck. "couldn't stop thinkin' about ya..."
you felt his warm breath caress the skin of your neck while you continued to rub his back, and even though he had his head in the crook of your neck, his eyes were still staring at you.
"did you have a rough day?" you questioned once more, but this time, you were given an actual response.
he nodded against your neck before speaking, "just had to deal with a little more people than usual—nothin' i can't handle, but it's hard to focus on them when i know my sweetheart is waiting for me at home." his head slightly lifted while he placed a kiss underneath your jaw, and he removed his hands from your waist so he could place them on the mattress once more.
he pulled away from your neck, and his face was in front of yours once more. a tired look rested in his eyes while you moved your hands to cup his cheeks, and he lifted one of his hands to grasp your wrist while he let out a low sigh.
"do you need anything?" at your query, a light smile appeared on his face while he placed his forehead against yours.
summary : headcanons about dating mafioso/him being a gentleman.
tags : romance, established relationship, some violence, and the disappointment that this man isn't real.
𝓷 𓏲 i needed to get something published so throws this
— you are his only priority.
— he doesn't care if he's in the midst of hunting someone down, or yelling at the idiotic people who worked for him, his attention would always fully rest on you if you ever appeared during those times.
— you once called him while his goons were beating up some guy, and he answered right away while acting like nothing was going on.
— the soft spot he has for you is insane, too.
— your presence could literally make him fold, and even though he attempts to hide that in front of his goons to make him seem somewhat tough, they all know how he truly feels due to the light flush that crosses his face.
— you will be spoiled rotten every day.
— if he even hears you mumble about wanting or needing something, he's already on his way to get it. you want something to eat? he's either ordering or cooking your favourite meal. you want some more clothes? he's taking you shopping.
— speaking of cooking, mafioso can actually cook some pretty good meals. of course, he doesn't do it often since he hires chefs, but when he does cook, it's actually delicious.
— when you both start dating, you're never touching a handle again.
— it doesn't matter if it's the handle to the car of your bedroom, as long as he's around, you're not touching it.
— of course, this resulted in you pushing your limits by constantly rushing to open the car door before bolting out. though, you never managed to get far as mafioso chased after you, and he'd throw you over his shoulder before going back to the car to put you inside. he'd shut the door, and then open it for you to step out.
— he'd rather die than let you open your own door.
— you're getting your favourite flowers daily. if you're allergic, he'll buy you fake ones. if you don't like flowers, he'll find something you like and make a bouquet out of it.
— if you ever complain about your feet hurting when you're with him, he'll pick you up bridal style, and won't put you down unless you ask him to.
— insanely respectful. he always knocks whenever you're behind a closed door, and whenever you tell him you need to change, he'll either leave the room or he'd cover his eyes.
— doll, dollface, sweetheart, honey, angel, etc. those nicknames never fail to echo from him whenever you're around.
— if you're okay with it, he'll constantly have a hand on you. it'll either be resting above your knee, or he'd have his fingers interlaced with yours while he did whatever he needed to do. he just likes knowing that you're near him.
— whenever you both are walking around, you both do that thing where he has his hands in his pockets, and your arm is wrapped around his.
— constantly comes up behind you and places his hands on your waist while resting his chin on top of your head.
— his favourite place to kiss you would probably be either your hand or cheek.
— HE'S A GENTLEMAN!
— you never pay for anything, he refuses to let you.
— it's not that he doesn't think you can't pay for anything, he just likes the idea of spoiling you, so he shoots you irritated looks whenever you manage to be quick enough to pay.
— afterwards, he just takes you shopping and spends a whole lot of money on you.
— carries all the bags, by the way. you don't get to carry a single one.
— his goons consider you like their other parent.
— they will come running to you while screaming that "dad" is angry with them.
— he will give you his jacket if you're cold.
— he's the type of person to have one hand on the wheel while the other either rests on your thigh, or the back of your chair.
— holds his arm out in front of you whenever he brakes a little too quickly.
— if you like doing stuff like makeup, nails, etc, he'll let you practice on him. he doesn't care. he likes seeing you get all happy whenever you practice.
— this isn't really dating-related, but he has a handkerchief with him at all times.
— he'll tug it out of his pocket to dry off his hands whenever they get wet, or he'll hold it out to you whenever you need it.