hey tumblr user ranting about transmascs taking things too seriously. have you perhaps considered. that the constant policing and critiquing of transmascs makes them defensive over their identities. and that you complaining about their defensiveness while simultaneously criticizing their experiences is not helping. hmm.
for the title game, i'll just pull a song title cause i cannot think fdjghsa. how about: 'escape routes'
scoups x reader | mafia au, thriller, gratuitous violence and scheming
the plan was easy. you would marry the younger choi heir, formally codifying the alliance between your families, then you would join their inner fold and destroy them from the inside out.
pretending to be in love was easy enough. getting seungcheol on board with the alliance was easy enough. convincing everyone that you're just a stupid princess was easy enough. but the only problem is that seungcheol isn't the careless pretty boy you had assumed him to be, and you quickly discover that he's just as cunning as you are.
send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it
little blurb under the cut:
Seungcheol draws a line down your jaw with his nose, his hot breath fanning over your throat. "Now," he says, voice low and dangerous, "care to explain why you have cyanide in your purse?"
You laugh and tilt your shoulder up. "Can't a girl carry some poison around?" You grin at him, but he remains humorless.
"They don't trust you yet," he warns. His hand creeps up your thigh, stopping where the knife is strapped. "You weren't seriously planning on doing anything tonight, were you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." You brush his hand off your thigh carelessly. "I'm just enjoying a night with my husband."
"My father's men are watching you, still. If you want to move freely, you'll have to be initiated first." Seungcheol replaces his hand on your your leg, this time skirting past the hidden knife and reaching dangerously high. "I can help you with that," his lips quirk. "I assume you'll have no qualms about carrying out your first official kill. And I don't think I'd be wrong to assume it's nothing you haven't done before."
"What, me? Kill?" You place your hand over your chest in mock horror. "Daddy's sweet little princess would never get her hands dirty."
At this, Seungcheol laughs, loudly.
"I'm not going to show my hand just yet," you smile. "I know they're watching me, but they think I'm just your little wife. I can move much more easily than you. Nobody's paying attention to us right now. After all, we're in love, remember?" You card your fingers through his hair, laughing when he leans into your touch. "We'll do it like this, and nobody will expect a thing."