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Spidey gets caught sneaking out when he's supposed to be grounded uh oh
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆’𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒
Pairing: Mafia boss!heeseung x fem!reader
Genre: Mafia au, billionaire au, husband!heeseung, pregnancy trope, fluff, possessive/protective heeseung, softdom vibes, married life, emotional comfort, family au, slight humor
Synopsis: The world fears mafia boss like death itself—but the moment his wife disappears without security, the ruthless monster everyone fears becomes a terrified husband ready to burn the entire city down to find her. Especially when she comes home with life-changing news.
WORD COUNT — 11.7k+
The mansion was silent.
Not the peaceful kind of silence either.
It was the kind that made grown men lower their heads and avoid eye contact. The kind that crawled beneath skin and whispered danger.
Every servant stood frozen. Every guard looked one second away from death.
And at the center of it all stood .
Black dress shirt rolled to his forearms. Gun still holstered at his side from the mission he had returned from less than twenty minutes ago. Crimson stains dotted the cuff of his sleeve—not his blood.
His expression?
Cold.
Deadly.
The most feared mafia boss in the country had walked into his mansion expecting warmth. Expecting his wife to run into his arms with that bratty grin he secretly adored.
Instead, he got silence.
“She left at six, sir…”
The personal guard’s voice shook violently.
Heeseung slowly turned his head.
“And you let her?”
The guard looked ready to collapse. “S-She ordered us not to follow too closely—”
A gunshot echoed through the mansion.
Several maids flinched.
The guard dropped instantly.
Nobody moved.
Nobody breathed.
Heeseung stared at the body emotionlessly before speaking in a terrifyingly calm voice.
“Find her.”
The room erupted into motion.
Phones rang.
Cars started.
His men scattered across the city like hunting wolves.
Because everybody knew one thing:
If Y/N was hurt…
Heeseung would burn the entire city down looking for whoever touched her.
—
Meanwhile, Y/N was completely unaware of the chaos she caused.
She sat outside an ice cream shop, swinging her legs happily while eating vanilla ice cream from a tiny cup.
Today had been perfect.
First the gynecologist appointment—which nearly made her pass out from nerves.
Then the arcade.
Then the tattoo shop.
And now ice cream.
Honestly? Best day ever.
Well… except for the fact her hands still trembled every time she looked at the tiny paper bag in her purse.
Positive.
She was pregnant.
A tiny smile spread across her face again.
“Heeseung’s gonna lose his mind…”
She could already imagine it.
The terrifying mafia king who made politicians tremble would probably stare at the pregnancy test like his brain stopped functioning.
The thought made her giggle.
She had wanted to tell him only after it was confirmed. That’s why she snuck out alone.
Because if she had told him beforehand?
He would’ve brought twelve doctors, armored vehicles, and probably a helicopter.
“Dramatic man,” she muttered affectionately.
After finishing her ice cream, she stood and stretched carefully.
Her lower back stung slightly beneath her clothes from the fresh tattoo.
Worth it though.
Absolutely worth it.
Now she just needed to get home and surprise her husband.
—
The moment the mansion gates opened, Y/N blinked.
Why were there so many cars?
Men stood everywhere.
Armed.
Tense.
The second her car stopped, several guards rushed forward.
And then she saw him.
Heeseung stood at the top of the mansion stairs.
Still.
Deadly.
His dark eyes locked onto her instantly.
Y/N’s smile faltered a little.
“…Oh.”
Uh oh.
He descended the stairs quickly.
Not running.
Heeseung never ran.
But the speed in his steps made everyone move aside immediately.
Before she could even greet him, his hands grabbed her shoulders.
“You’re hurt?”
“No?”
“Did anyone touch you?”
“What— no.”
“Why is your phone off?”
“Oh…”
His jaw tightened.
He scanned her from head to toe like he was checking for injuries. His hands moved to her arms, waist, face—searching for any sign of pain.
Finding none only barely calmed him.
The guards around them looked terrified.
“Everybody out,” Heeseung ordered coldly.
Within seconds, the entrance hall emptied.
The massive doors shut behind them.
And then silence returned.
Y/N looked up at him carefully.
“…Baby?”
“You left the mansion alone.” His voice was dangerously quiet. “Without security.”
“I can explain—”
“You disappeared for hours.”
“I know but—”
“Do you have any idea what could’ve happened to you?”
She blinked at him.
Heeseung rarely raised his voice with her.
But right now?
He looked genuinely furious.
No.
Terrified.
“I came home,” he continued tightly, “and you were gone. No guards knew where you were. Your phone was off. You vanished.”
Y/N’s expression softened slightly.
Ah.
So that’s what this was.
Not anger.
Fear.
“My phone died,” she admitted quietly.
He closed his eyes briefly like he was fighting for patience.
“You don’t leave alone.”
“Heeseung—”
“You don’t sneak out.”
She crossed her arms.
“You act like I’m gonna explode if I walk outside.”
“You could’ve gotten hurt.”
“But I didn’t.”
“That isn’t the point.”
She sighed dramatically before walking toward the couch.
“Baby, relax. You’re being dramatic.”
His eyes widened slightly.
“Dramatic?”
“Yes.”
“You disappeared for seven hours.”
“And I came back alive and gorgeous.”
He stared at her in disbelief.
Then she patted the couch beside her.
“Sit.”
He should’ve refused.
Should’ve continued lecturing her.
Should’ve stayed angry.
Instead, he walked over automatically because somehow this woman controlled him without effort.
The second he sat down, Y/N climbed directly into his lap.
His hands instantly moved around her waist out of instinct.
“There,” she said proudly. “Much better.”
“You think this fixes things?”
“Mhm.”
“Y/N.”
She smiled softly this time.
Then reached into her purse.
Heeseung watched her pull out a small white stick.
At first, confusion crossed his face.
Then realization hit.
Everything around him seemed to stop.
“…What is that?”
Y/N suddenly looked nervous.
For the first time all day.
“I went to the doctor today,” she admitted quietly. “That’s why I snuck out.”
His arms around her tightened slightly.
“And?”
She placed the pregnancy test carefully into his hand.
Positive.
Heeseung stared at it silently.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Like his brain refused to process it.
Y/N bit her lip nervously.
“Well?” she whispered.
He looked up slowly.
And she had never seen that expression on his face before.
Not rage.
Not coldness.
Not calculation.
Pure emotion.
“You’re pregnant?”
She nodded.
For several seconds, he said absolutely nothing.
Then suddenly he pulled her against him so tightly she squeaked.
“Oh my God—”
“We’re having a baby,” he murmured against her hair like he still couldn’t believe it.
His voice actually shook.
Y/N blinked in surprise.
The ruthless mafia king was trembling.
A laugh escaped her softly.
“You really are dramatic.”
He pulled back just enough to stare at her.
“You went alone to a doctor while pregnant?”
“…Maybe?”
His expression instantly sharpened again.
“Y/N—”
“Oh come on.”
“You should’ve had security.”
“I wanted one peaceful day.”
“You are carrying my child.”
“And I’m still me.”
He exhaled slowly, clearly trying not to argue.
Then his hand carefully rested against her stomach.
So gentle.
Like she was made of glass.
The sight melted her completely.
“You happy?” she asked softly.
He looked at her like she asked the dumbest question possible.
“You gave me everything.”
And for once, the feared mafia boss looked nothing like a monster.
Just a man hopelessly in love with his wife.
Y/N grinned suddenly.
“Oh! I forgot.”
His brows lifted slightly.
“There’s another surprise.”
“…Another?”
She nodded mischievously.
Immediately he looked suspicious.
“What did you do?”
She gasped dramatically. “Wow. No trust.”
“You disappeared all day.”
“Fair point.”
She slid off his lap and grabbed his hand.
“Come with me.”
He let her pull him upstairs.
Inside their bedroom, Y/N turned toward him with a grin that usually meant trouble.
Heeseung crossed his arms.
“I’m concerned.”
“You should be excited.”
“That sentence never ends well with you.”
She laughed before turning around slightly and moving her shirt carefully just enough to reveal the fresh tattoo inked along her lower back.
Elegant.
Beautiful.
Dangerously attractive without being vulgar.
Heeseung stared at it silently.
Then at her.
“You got a tattoo.”
“Mhm.”
“Today.”
“Mhm.”
“Without telling me.”
“You were busy being scary somewhere.”
He stepped closer slowly.
His fingers hovered near the tattoo carefully, not touching the irritated skin.
“What is it?” he asked quietly.
She smiled softly.
It was his initials woven into a delicate design.
Subtle.
But meaningful.
His eyes darkened slightly with emotion again.
“You’re insane,” he muttered.
“And you’re obsessed with me.”
“Obviously.”
She turned around fully.
“So? Do you like it?”
For a moment he simply looked at her.
This chaotic, teasing girl who ignored rules, terrified his guards, snuck out alone, came back pregnant, and somehow still managed to own his entire heart.
Then he pulled her gently against his chest.
“I love you,” he said quietly.
Y/N blinked.
Because Heeseung rarely said it aloud.
Not because he didn’t feel it.
But because he showed it differently.
In protection.
In devotion.
In the way the entire world bent for her.
Still…
Hearing it made her smile instantly.
“I know,” she teased softly.
He narrowed his eyes.
“Brat.”
She laughed brightly before wrapping her arms around his neck.
And somewhere deep inside that cold, dangerous mansion—
For the first time in years—
finally felt peace.
Three weeks later, the entire mafia organization had unofficially entered a state of emergency.
Not because of enemies.
Not because of rival gangs.
Not because of weapons.
Because Y/N craved strawberries at three in the morning.
And apparently took pregnancy cravings more seriously than international warfare.
“Why are there six people in my kitchen?” Y/N asked sleepily.
Nobody answered.
Mostly because they were terrified.
One chef was cutting strawberries.
Another was baking pastries.
Someone else was blending milkshakes.
Two guards stood awkwardly holding grocery bags.
And in the middle of it all stood Heeseung wearing black sweatpants and a dark t-shirt, sleeves rolled up while personally checking strawberry quality like his life depended on it.
Y/N stared.
“…Baby.”
He looked up instantly.
“You’re awake.”
“Yes, because I heard a whole restaurant operating downstairs.”
“You said you wanted strawberries.”
“I said maybe.”
“That sounded serious.”
She blinked slowly.
Then burst out laughing.
“You’re insane.”
The feared mafia boss ignored her entirely and walked over with a plate.
“Eat first.”
Y/N smiled softly despite herself.
Pregnancy changed Heeseung in terrifying ways.
Not softer.
No, the world still feared him.
Men still trembled when he walked into rooms.
Enemies still disappeared overnight.
But with her?
He became unbearable.
Possessive.
Overprotective.
Obsessed.
“You can stop glaring at the strawberries,” she muttered while taking a bite. “They didn’t offend me.”
“They looked unripe.”
“Baby…”
“They could upset your stomach.”
She snorted.
God.
He was doomed.
—
By month three, Heeseung had become everybody’s personal nightmare.
“No heels.”
Y/N stared at him blankly.
“What.”
“You almost tripped yesterday.”
“I literally stepped on carpet.”
“You stumbled.”
“I breathed wrong and you panicked.”
“You’re pregnant.”
“And?”
“And now you belong to me and the baby.”
She gasped dramatically.
“Excuse me? I belonged to myself first.”
His dark eyes narrowed slightly.
“You know what I mean.”
She grinned.
“You’re bossy.”
“You’re reckless.”
“You still love me.”
“Unfortunately.”
Y/N threw a pillow at him.
He caught it easily before walking toward her desk where she sat scrolling through baby clothes online.
Immediately his expression softened.
That happened often now.
Especially whenever he caught her unconsciously touching her stomach.
“What are you looking at?”
“Tiny shoes.”
“…Why are they so small?”
She giggled.
“I know right?”
Heeseung sat beside her quietly.
For several minutes, he simply watched her scroll.
Tiny onesies.
Baby blankets.
Stuffed animals.
And somehow this man—who negotiated weapon deals and ordered executions without blinking—looked genuinely intimidated by baby socks.
Y/N noticed instantly.
“You’re scared.”
“I’m not scared.”
“You looked at that sock like it threatened you.”
“It’s small.”
“It’s literally a baby sock.”
“How does a human fit into that?”
She laughed so hard she nearly fell sideways.
Heeseung immediately steadied her.
“Careful.”
“There he is,” she teased. “Paranoid dad.”
His hand moved instinctively to her stomach again.
Their baby wasn’t even showing much yet.
But he touched her like he needed constant reassurance they were both real.
Alive.
Safe.
“I just…” He paused quietly. “Need you okay.”
Y/N’s expression softened instantly.
Sometimes she forgot what his world looked like.
Violence.
Enemies.
Blood.
Fear.
He spent years surviving in a life where people lost everything overnight.
So of course he was terrified.
Not for himself.
For her.
For the baby.
She leaned over and kissed his cheek softly.
“We’re okay, Hee.”
His eyes flickered toward her.
Only she called him that.
Only her.
“Promise?”
“Mhm.”
“You’ll tell me if something hurts?”
“Yes.”
“If you feel sick—”
“Yes.”
“If anything feels wrong—”
“Heeseung.”
He sighed.
She smiled before taking his hand and placing it over her stomach again.
“You know,” she said softly, “our baby’s definitely gonna bully you.”
His brows lifted.
“Impossible.”
“Baby, I already bully you.”
“You terrorize me.”
“Exactly. Genetics.”
A reluctant smile tugged at his lips.
Rare.
Real.
Beautiful.
God, Y/N loved that smile.
—
The next disaster happened during baby shopping.
Because apparently bringing into public while pregnant was equivalent to escorting a loaded weapon into civilization.
“Why are there so many guards?” Y/N whispered.
“Security.”
“There are literally twelve men following us.”
“Sixteen.”
She looked horrified.
“Heeseung!”
“What?”
“We’re shopping, not invading a country.”
“You’re pregnant.”
“That is not an explanation for military formation.”
He ignored her completely.
The luxury baby store had emptied almost immediately once people recognized him.
Employees stood stiffly.
Nobody dared approach.
Meanwhile Heeseung examined strollers with the same seriousness he used when planning assassinations.
“This one.”
Y/N blinked.
“That stroller costs more than a car.”
“It has suspension.”
“For what? Off-road baby racing?”
“It’s safe.”
She grabbed his arm dramatically.
“Our child cannot become spoiled before birth.”
He looked at her blankly.
“Too late. It’s my child too.”
Fair point.
Unfortunately.
Thirty minutes later, Y/N sat on a couch inside the store eating snacks while Heeseung bought basically everything.
Cribs.
Blankets.
Clothes.
Toys.
Bottles.
A terrifying amount of things.
“Baby,” she called lazily, “our child is still cooking.”
“I’m preparing.”
“You bought three strollers.”
“One for each property.”
She stared.
“…You have issues.”
He walked back over calmly before kneeling in front of her.
Several employees nearly fainted seeing the infamous mafia boss on his knees.
But Heeseung only focused on Y/N.
“Tired?”
“A little.”
“Want to go home?”
“Mhm.”
Immediately he stood and signaled the guards.
Shopping trip over.
Mission complete.
Y/N giggled quietly.
“You’re whipped.”
He looked down at her.
“You carry my entire world inside you.”
And just like that—
She melted again.
Because no matter how terrifying was to everyone else…
With her?
He loved too deeply.
Too fiercely.
Like losing her would destroy him completely.
And honestly?
Maybe it would.
The day they found out the baby’s gender, the entire mansion nearly exploded from chaos.
Because genuinely stopped functioning.
“A girl?”
The doctor smiled nervously. “Yes, congratulations—”
“A daughter?”
“Yes.”
Y/N burst out laughing beside him.
The infamous mafia boss looked completely stunned.
Like somebody had unplugged his brain.
“A baby girl,” Y/N repeated teasingly.
Heeseung slowly looked toward the ultrasound screen again.
Tiny.
So tiny.
His daughter.
Something dangerous softened in his eyes instantly.
And Y/N knew right then—
It was over for everybody.
Because Heeseung was already obsessed.
“You’re crying,” she whispered dramatically.
“I’m not.”
“There are literally tears in your eyes.”
“Shut up.”
She laughed harder.
The doctor wisely stayed silent the entire appointment.
—
After that day, Heeseung became even worse.
“No pink.”
Y/N blinked.
“What?”
“No overwhelming pink nursery.”
“She’s a baby girl.”
“She can have elegance.”
“She can have pink.”
“She can have both.”
“Baby, she’s not attending a business meeting fresh out the womb.”
“She’s my daughter.”
“That’s exactly why I’m concerned.”
He narrowed his eyes while adjusting the tiny bracelet around Y/N’s wrist carefully.
Everything became careful now.
Gentle.
Protective.
Especially as her stomach grew bigger.
And God—
She was beautiful.
Not that Heeseung ever stopped looking at her like she hung the stars themselves.
But during pregnancy?
It became ridiculous.
The glow in her skin.
The softness in her cheeks.
The way she unconsciously cradled her stomach while talking.
Heeseung looked at her like she was something sacred.
Untouchable.
His entire world.
Which made leaving for missions almost unbearable.
“I don’t like this.”
Y/N sighed while fixing his tie.
“You say that every time.”
“You’re almost eight months.”
“I know how pregnancy works, thank you.”
His jaw tightened slightly.
The mission was important.
Dangerous.
He hated leaving her.
Especially now.
“You’ll call me immediately if anything hurts.”
“Yes.”
“If you feel dizzy—”
“Yes.”
“If—”
“Heeseung.”
His hands slid around her waist carefully.
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.” She kissed his cheek softly. “Go finish your scary mafia business and come back to me.”
His eyes softened instantly.
“To you and our daughter.”
Y/N smiled warmly.
“Exactly.”
—
One and a half months later, Heeseung finally returned home.
Exhausted.
Bloodied knuckles.
Dark circles beneath his eyes.
The mission had dragged longer than expected, and every single day away from Y/N nearly drove him insane.
The first thing he did after entering the mansion?
“Where is she?”
“She’s upstairs, sir.”
He moved immediately.
But halfway there—
He heard voices coming from his office.
He paused.
The large doors were slightly open.
Inside, several men sat around the conference table discussing shipments nervously while Heeseung’s second-in-command led the meeting.
Then the doors opened wider.
Y/N entered quietly.
The entire room instantly stood.
Because nobody in this mansion feared anyone more than Heeseung—
Except maybe his pregnant wife.
Y/N looked exhausted.
One hand rested against her lower back while the other supported her stomach gently.
Nearly eight months pregnant now.
Beautiful.
Glowing.
And visibly uncomfortable.
Then her eyes found Heeseung standing near the doorway.
Immediately her face lit up.
“There you are.”
Every cold edge in Heeseung disappeared instantly.
He crossed the room quickly.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she mumbled tiredly. “My back hurts.”
His expression darkened with concern immediately.
“You should be resting.”
“I was trying to,” she complained softly. “But our daughter keeps using my ribs as a playground.”
A few men around the table looked like they wanted to disappear.
Watching their terrifying boss fuss over his wife felt weirdly intimate.
Y/N ignored everybody completely.
She simply grabbed Heeseung’s arm before guiding him toward the chair at the head of the table.
Then—
Without hesitation—
She climbed directly into his lap.
The entire room froze.
Heeseung instantly wrapped his arms around her protectively.
“You okay?” he murmured against her hair.
“Mhm.”
“You eat?”
“Yes.”
“Water?”
“Yes, dad.”
One of the men accidentally choked on air hearing that.
Heeseung shot him one glance.
Silence returned immediately.
Y/N shifted slightly against his chest before sighing happily.
“I missed you.”
His arms tightened around her.
“I missed you more.”
Then less than two minutes later—
She fell asleep.
Right there.
Curled against his chest during a mafia meeting.
The room stayed completely silent.
Nobody dared move.
Heeseung looked down at her sleeping face carefully.
Her breathing slow.
Peaceful.
One hand still resting over their daughter protectively.
And something inside him ached painfully.
Because this woman trusted him so completely.
Even now.
Even surrounded by dangerous men and violence and bloodshed—
She slept peacefully in his arms.
Like he was home.
His thumb brushed softly across her cheek.
“Continue the meeting,” he said quietly.
Nobody missed the gentleness in his voice.
—
The delivery happened three weeks later.
And it was the first time Y/N ever saw genuine fear in Heeseung.
Not anger.
Not rage.
Fear.
Pure panic.
“Breathe, baby.”
“I AM BREATHING!”
“You’re squeezing my hand too hard.”
“You did this to me!”
“That’s fair.”
Another contraction hit.
Y/N nearly murdered him with her glare.
Meanwhile Heeseung looked one second away from losing his sanity.
Doctors moved around carefully.
Nurses whispered instructions.
And the infamous mafia boss stood beside the hospital bed looking paler than everyone else combined.
At one point the doctor calmly said, “Sir, you need to relax.”
Heeseung stared at him coldly.
“My wife is in pain.”
“Yes, but your pacing is stressing the staff.”
“I’ll buy the hospital.”
Y/N laughed despite the pain.
“See? Dramatic.”
Hours later—
Everything changed.
A tiny cry filled the room.
And suddenly the world stopped.
“She’s here,” the doctor smiled.
Heeseung froze completely.
The nurse carefully placed the baby into Y/N’s arms first.
Tiny.
Perfect.
Beautiful.
Dark little hair.
Small pout.
And immediately—
Heeseung’s daughter wrapped tiny fingers around his thumb.
That was it.
Done.
Destroyed.
The ruthless mafia king melted instantly.
His eyes watered openly this time.
No denial.
No hiding.
Y/N looked exhausted but glowing as she smiled weakly at him.
“She has your eyes.”
Heeseung stared at both of them like nothing else existed.
His girls.
His entire universe.
—
By the time their daughter turned one, everybody knew one thing:
was hopelessly whipped.
Completely.
Utterly.
Pathetically.
For both his wife and daughter.
“Papa!”
The tiny toddler ran across the garden clumsily.
Heeseung immediately bent down and caught her before she could trip.
“There’s my princess.”
Y/N watched from the patio while laughing softly.
Their daughter looked exactly like a dangerous combination of both of them.
Heeseung’s eyes.
Y/N’s attitude.
Poor world.
“She’s spoiled,” Y/N called out.
“She deserves it.”
“She made you buy her three stuffed bears yesterday.”
“She pointed at them.”
“That is not a valid defense.”
Heeseung ignored her completely while their daughter grabbed his cheeks happily.
Then his gaze shifted toward Y/N.
And just like always—
He stared.
Because even after pregnancy…
Even after sleepless nights and chaos and motherhood…
She was breathtaking.
Actually no.
Worse.
She somehow became even more beautiful.
Softer.
Warmer.
Glowing in ways he couldn’t explain.
Y/N noticed him staring and raised a brow teasingly.
“What?”
“You’re beautiful.”
She snorted.
“I literally have baby food on my shirt.”
“And?”
“And I look exhausted.”
“You look perfect.”
Their daughter suddenly pointed toward Y/N excitedly.
“Mama!”
Immediately Heeseung walked over carrying their little girl.
His girls.
Always his girls.
Y/N smiled as they reached her.
Then their daughter grabbed both their faces dramatically and squished them together.
Heeseung actually laughed.
A real one.
Warm and deep and rare.
And for a moment—
The feared mafia king wasn’t terrifying at all.
Just a husband.
Just a father.
Hopelessly in love with the little family that healed every broken part of him.
Harvest moon Part 1/2.
☆ℜ𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 : Johnny Joestar x fem!Reader
Part 2 here !
☆𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : spoilers for Johnny's backstory and real name, some suggestive themes (making out lol)
☆𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 : Fluff and angst
☆𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 : Your big house, your family, your money and your Johnny. You wanted to have it all at the same time, and so you would. - Reader is from an english noble family, meets Johnny as a kid and her father disapproves of their relationship but she doesn't care. Nothing would ever get in between her and her lover... right? (3.1k words)
♪𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 : GAHHHHH i have finals tomorrow and still wrote this bc i can't stop thinking about him I hope you like it! I didn't plan on making it THAT angsty at the end but... yeah ANYWAYS forbidden love and sneaking out to make out? anyone? Im already thinking about a part 2 to this im gonna be so fr
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OUTSIDER HEADCANON AFTER THE BOOK!
Ponyboy started hanging around Curly, Mark, Bryon, and sometimes even Tim or Angela after the deaths of Dally and Johnny.
He naturally hides this from his gang because he knows Darry won’t approve of his “friendship” with the Shepard brothers.
Make it better here because the gang doesn’t even know of Mark and Bryons existence so Pony sneaks out quite often to see them.
The group go over to Charlies bar often where they share snacks, drinks, and watch the “drama” unfold, it’s fights really.
Charlie can pierce so he’s basically the groups Piercer who always reluctantly gives in if they try hard enough.
Pony came home once with a piercing and Darry was pissed while demanding to know who did it, Ponyboy refused to give up Charlies name and was grounded for two weeks. (Didn’t stop his sneaking out)
Ponyboy prays to Johnny that none of the Greasers ever learn of the bar and go there or he is fucked.
Prompt day 1: Glow Season Prompt day 3: Sneaking Out
Prompt 18 - Silence
@jegulus-microfic December 18, Word count 409
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He used his memories from watching Regulus’s attempted rescue of Sirius to navigate the unfamiliar house. He moved in silence, shaking his head slowly when Regulus tried to whisper instructions to him. Regulus tapped his cheek urgently and pointed to a door on his left. He opened it and found himself on a landing he thought he recognised. Regulus pointed forward, and James hurried towards the stairs.
It was a bit of a struggle to carry Regulus down all the stairs, but he refused to put him down. Only a few of the steps squeaked under his feet, and so far, no one had come after them. He’d just stepped off the bottom step and onto the tiled hallway floor, the front door right ahead of them, when a figure walked out of the kitchen. James froze, and Regulus tensed in his arms.
Kreacher stared up at them. His eyes darted between James and Regulus before he slowly stepped back into the kitchen and out of sight, letting them go. James didn’t stop to question the house-elf’s motives and raced to the door as quietly as he could.
Regulus’s hand shot out to grasp the door handle before he could, twisting it until it opened and they could walk through to freedom.
They hadn’t even made it to the curb when nine animals leapt out of the bushes. James had been about to run until he realised who they were.
“Oh, that’s just like you, Potter,” Barty huffed. “Stealing all the glory by rescuing you both before we can start our plan.”
“James!” Effie rushed forward and wrapped them both in a tight, warm hug. “Oh, darlings, are you all right?” She began fussing over them, turning her attention to Regulus when she realised James was unharmed.
“Mum, we need to get out of here before…” James started saying, looking back at number twelve nervously, when the entire road filled with the sound of aurors apparating into the square.
Barty Crouch Sr. crossed the road to stand beside them at the perfect spot to stare up at the Black’s ancestral home. He clapped his hands and rubbed them together excitedly.
“I am going to thoroughly enjoy this.” He said his voice was full of unbridled glee. “Right, in we go,” he ordered the gathered witches and wizards. They watched as a dozen members of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement stormed Number Twelve Grimmauld Place moments after they’d escaped.
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