Friends, right? Mafia AU - Adrienette/Marichat
In which Marinette accidentally and unknowingly gets favored/adopted by a dangerous mafia organisation (not because she's adorable and bakes really good croissants, no).
Tagging: @graduatedmelon You mentioned wanting to be tagged in similar fics, I hope it's okay! :)
Marinette's forehead creased into a deep frown, lips pulled back into a snarl as she jabbed her finger at the smug brunette.
"Listen Lila, this is the third time this week, you'll have to pay for anything you destroy from my bakery or I'll report you to the police." the baker woman packed an impressive glare, but that didn't deter the diplomat's daughter in the slightest.
She giggled, a high pitched yowl Marinette only attributed to the ear piercing screech of foxes. The high heels smearing the remains of the freshly baked goods on the ground, a silent provocation. "Pay? Police? You forget who you're dealing with, Marionette. I have diplomatic immunity, even if you did call the cops, they can't do anything." she smirked, whipping her thick hair over her shoulder, the strands nearly hitting Marinette's face.
The dark haired woman growled, moving to kneel on the ground to gather the bleak remains of this morning's order, wasted.
She would need to make another batch very quickly if she didn't want a compliant.
Lila Rossi trotted down the streets, self-satisfied smile painted on her painted lips, phone in hand and scrolling down her calendar when darkness and a pressure around her midsection made her see black.
And just like that, the light was gone and Lila's feet were swept from underneath her, her cries unheard.
--
Once the hands holding her down finally moved away, along with the cloth covering her head, the Italian woman was livid.
Her eyes narrowed at her assailant, moving away from her rigidly. "How dare you manhandle me like this! My mother will hear about this and ensure you never look beyond bars again you degenerate scou-"
Lila's face fell when she noted the eerie silence of the room, the air thick with tension, as if something would come out of the shadows at any second and attack her again.
Something did come out of the shadows.
But it didn't attack her.
Not yet. Her mind traitorously told her, knees trembling and hands sweating when she noticed the green eyes and a hint of a defined jaw peeking forth from the shadows, a displeased frown settled on the impeccable features she could make out from the darkness surrounding her.
She recognized those eyes.
"A-Adrien, what a pleasent-!"
A box was suddenly thrown at her feet, causing her to jump on the spot, her entire body wracked with shivers from the loud noise when it fell to the ground.
It was a pastry box, broken and smeared with smudges of cream.
Ice settled into her veins, the breath leaving her lungs in an instant when she noted the eyes haven't blinked once since they began staring at her.
Like a predator waiting for a moment to strike.
Lila's head shot up when a voice began speaking, familiar to her in theory, but its tone was different. Cold, distant-
Angry.
"I assume you know what this is?" the green eyes visible from the shadows felt like twin daggers from emerald; sharp but beautiful.
She swallowed thickly, the saliva drying out quickly when she swept her tongue over the roof of her mouth, her throat feeling like a desert.
"I-It's a...box. A pastry box." she silently cursed the stutter in her voice and tried to hold her head high, but the action prompted the green eyes to narrow in warning and almost immediately, her head lowered, fear shooting through her core like a lightning bolt.
"Do you know where it's from?"
Trap. She thought bitterly, nails digging into her palms at the scene she made on the streets just minutes prior.
Just how fast was this man?
"...A bakery in the vicinity."
"What bakery?" the anger was more palpable now, but the carefully composed voice didn't shake or raise in rage.
Yet.
Lila swallowed, feeling like she would choke. "The...Dupain-Cheng bakery."
Silence filled the room like a heavy fog, her stomach churning in nervousness.
This wasn't some petty thief a few streets down. This was one of the most dangerous crime syndicates in Paris.
And she'd just angered their leader.
"I-I'm s-so-"
A rattling, a chain or something else made of metal, echoed in the room and the young Italian woman froze on the spot, eyes wide at the unknown source of the noise.
Something glinted in the darkness and Lila wasn't sure if she wanted to know what it was. "I thought we were friends..." the numb feeling returned to her hands, heart threatening to burst through her ribcage at the mountain pressure.
"What are you saying? Of course we are fr-"
Something sailed through the air and embedded itself into the wall next to her head, words caught in her throat at the wind rushing past her ear.
She didn't dare, she didn't, but her eyes glanced to the side anyway, spying a hint of metal looking back at her.
A knife.
Her legs shook violently and she felt like her lungs would collapse in on themselves.
The voice, his voice, spoke again, an ominous presence leaving no room for arguments, only obedience. "Isn't that right, Lila?"
She wanted to answer, but his voice made her clamp her mouth shut. "Wouldn't want anything....to be broken, right?"
This time, she didn't dare step out of line. "Y-Yes, Adr-" green eyes narrowed in a silent warning. "Lord Noir."
Satisfied with her compliance, Lila was sent away, back into the light of the underground darkness, into the street where she'd previously been.
But the invisible claws still loomed over her, following her wherever she went, her steps uneven and shaky as they led her down the street.
Bonus:
A dark haired man rose an eyebrow. "Seriously kid, didn't peg you as the type to threaten girls to break their legs." Plagg swallowed a whole cheese wedge into his mouth and Adrien rolled his eyes, stepping forth from the shadows to run a hand through his messy blond hair.
His face told of almost childish innocence but the subtle glow in his eyes suggested a more sinister nature. "Threaten? It was a suggestion, Plagg. Not like I was really going to do it...if she behaved."
Plagg chewed on his cheese, unimpressed. "Yeah, that's the definition of a threat, kid."
Adrien pouted.
P.S. I apologize if there are many mistakes, I wrote this on a whim in the tram. >.<
