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Mafia!Yixing x Reader
Warning; Swearing, Violence, Drug and Alcohol abuse, Smut(???) and probably mostly unedited lol
Down on both your luck, Yixing and yourself meet in a bar late at night. Desperate and a little tipsy the two of you get to talking over a bottle of whiskey. To solve your debt problem and Yixing’s marriage problem you decide to fake a wedding and reap the rewards. Surely nothing could wrong. Right?
Warning; Swearing, Violence, Drug and Alcohol abuse, Smut(???) and probably mostly unedited lol
Down on both your luck, Yixing and yourself meet in a bar late at night. Desperate and a little tipsy the two of you get to talking over a bottle of whiskey. To solve your debt problem and Yixing’s marriage problem you decide to fake a wedding and reap the rewards. Surely nothing could wrong. Right?
Word Count: 555
Part 1
It seemed to Y/N in her infinite wisdom that things for her had just gone from bad to worse. On top of crippling debt from student loans that now she was out of university she would actually have to pay, and boy was she feeling those payments already, she was also months behind on her rent because her shitty job didn’t pay her more than the inadequate minimum wage and when she complained about this quietly and privately on the phone to a friend she had lost said shitty job. Bad seemed to have leaped to catastrophic and there was only way Y/N knew how to deal with catastrophes; alcohol.
The bar she found herself wondering into at 3am when everything else had seemingly closed wasn’t a bar she was familiar with. It wasn’t new but it wasn’t old either, she could vaguely remember being handed a flyer to its grand opening when she’d first moved 4-ish years ago. The interior had an industrial vibe to it, with exposed brick and cast iron everywhere. Plush, crushed velvet seats were scattered around the bar and it seemed to Y/N that aesthetic may not have been the owners top priority but it didn’t much matter to her when all she needed the place for was enough booze to forget what it had looked like to begin with.
“Scotch on the rocks please”
“Strong drink. Tough night?” Y/N looked to her left. A handsome man with a kind smile and perfect hair said next to her. She could see a half empty bottle whiskey next to him and full glass in front of him. He’d obviously been drinking for a while.
“Looks like tonight's not going so great for you either” The bartender placed the glass down and Y/N handed him some money, way more than the drink cost or than she could afford.
“My wife is divorcing me” She didn’t quite know what to say to that. Y/N always had something to say but the pretty man next to her had knocked her wit straight out of her.
“Oh.” Was all she could muster. She felt bad that that was all the comfort she could offer. The mans wife had just left him and all she could squeak was a pathetic ‘Oh’.
“It’s fine. It’s not really her I’m drinking over” There was a light chuckle in his tone, a certain levity one doesn’t expect to her when someone talks about the breakdown of their marriage.
“You shouldn’t drink to get over your problems”
“Then why are you chugging scotch like its water?” He wasted no time with his quip. Y/N didn’t even notice she’d already polished off her drink, she’d been in the bar less than 15 minutes and she’d already downed her drink. The pot did indeed seem to be calling the kettle black.
“I'm not drinking to get over my problems, I’m drinking to forget them. There's a difference” He snorted indignantly at Y/N’s answer, shaking his head as he knocked back the rest of his drink himself. He reached over to the bottle at his side to pour himself another glass. To her surprise he slid the bottle carefully down the bar to Y/N.
Warning; Swearing, Violence, Drug and Alcohol abuse, Smut(???) and probably mostly unedited lol
Down on both your luck, Yixing and yourself meet in a bar late at night. Desperate and a little tipsy the two of you get to talking over a bottle of whiskey. To solve your debt problem and Yixing’s marriage problem you decide to fake a wedding and reap the rewards. Surely nothing could wrong. Right?
Word Count: 681
Part 1 Part 2
Meeting the parents was never something Y/N had to do. Her past relationships hadn’t seemed serious enough no matter how long they lasted. Ironic that a fake relationship was taking her the furthest she’d ever been.
Yixing had given her much information, just to dress nice. Y/N had pondered on what that meant or what ‘nice’ might look like while she got ready. Did he mean something fancy? Or something casual that you could wear to a restaurant? It was probably the latter. Y/N hoped it was the latter because the only fancy dress she had was her prom dress and there was no chance that would fit her.
She chose a flowy red, floral sundress. No, she chose a pair of plaid trousers and a slights cropped button down shirt. Then she looked at the pile of clothes she’d haphazardly tossed to the floor and realised she had no time left to choose something when her phone buzzed with a call from Yixing.
“Hey, I’m nearly ready, just getting shoes on” Y/N stumbled across her room and over mount nothing-to-wear to get to her only pair of heels that she tried in vain to shoehorn her foot into with just one hand.
“Okay, hurry up” He hung up the phone. Not that Y/N would know because she’d already dropped hers to the floor in an attempt to get the shoes on.
“Shit, shit, shit” Y/N mumbled to herself. The trousers and button down would have to do. A crop top wasn’t ideal but nor was being late. She grabbed her phone from the floor and her keys from her bag and bolted out the door. Now that she really thought about it heels probably weren’t ideal either. Nor was forgetting a jacket.
The night air was cold and the breeze the speeding cars were creating wasn’t helping Y/N’s plummeting temperature as she searched for Yixing’s car. Then she saw a man step out the drivers side of a bentley and wave to her. It was Yixing and he was wearing a suit. Fuck, it was a fancy nice.
Y/N rushed across the street, dodging oncoming traffic as she almost sprinted to meet her fake love at his expensive car.
“Nice car, didn’t know you had this much money” She did. She didn’t pay a dime for the bottles of whiskey they guzzled down a few nights prior. Per Yixing’s request he paid for everything. Each bottle was easily over a hundred each and he pissed that away like money had no value to him. Any man willing to do that had a bentley and maybe a second one.
“It’s a company car” Sure it was rich boy. “Family company car”
“What’s the family business?” He didn’t answer. Yixing had been meaning to answer that question since the night they struck their deal.
“My full name is Zhang Yixing” He knew he didn’t have to say any more. Both sides of his family’s business ran the city, Y/N would have to be dumb to not know.
“Zhang? Zhang, Zhang? As in Zhang Company ltd.? As in the Zhang crime family?” Yixing didn’t need to say anything.Y/N couldn’t. Things truly had gone from bad to cataclysmic. “And you just decided not to tell me before we made a fucking deal? You’re taking me into the heart of the most dangerous crime family in the world’s operations and you just neglected to tell me you’re the fucking HEIR to it all?”
“I can take you home. I’m sorry-”
“We made a deal.” Yixing slowly looked to Y/N. She was staring straight ahead. He could tell she was mad, who wouldn’t be, but he could see the fear behind it as well. Whether it was a fear of him or what was ahead of them for the night he didn’t know but it was fear he was used to seeing. What he wasn’t used to was the sheer determination she seemed to pair her fear and anger with. So Yixing kept driving.
