how dare cardan greenbriar casually drop a number like "yes, my sweet villain, my darling god" and kiss jude duarte on the mouth in front of basically the whole damn kingdom
i personally believe that if genshin impact were out in 2003 light yagami would not have become kira. i think if light had access to gatcha games he would have been financially and emotionally destroyed. he has a pathological faith in his own luck and the impulse control of a chihuahua. he would not be okay.
warnings - 14+ for mafia themes and sexual jokes, fem!reader, mentions of alcohol and drugs (nothing explicit - that stuff's bad, kids !!), guns and knives but no blood
requested by dino anon for the 1k followers event - an enemies to lovers mafia au hyunjin x reader where they're from two different gangs?
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the night is dark as you wind your way through the alleys. even though the city is far from quiet now, nearing midnight, the closeness of the rising walls around you seems to create a barrier of silence that makes the clamor of nightlife fade into another dimension.
as you approach your destination, thumping bass vibrates through the balmy night air, making your bones buzz in a not-unpleasant way.
one of your bodyguards gently shoulders his way past you when you come to the steel door of an out-of-the-way building; the neon sign overhead casts a reddish glow over his harsh cheekbones. with a closed fist, keeho pounds three times on the door, and it only takes a couple seconds before a hulking figure silhouetted by pulsing lights and writhing bodies behind it flings it open.
"miss haku," the giant man says curtly, a note of deference softening his usually grating voice. "mister haku."
"how many times have I told you just to call me shota, mingi?"
the guard gives a thin-lipped smile to you and your brother as you push past him into the club, and he nods discreetly at your bodyguards trailing close behind.
inside, the place smells of sweat, booze and cigars. the cloying, sickly sweet sacchine of perfume hangs heavily over the heads of the dancers and the people trading handfuls of pills in reclusive corner booths. you smirk.
âshall I retrieve your usual drink, miss haku?â shouts your other bodyguard over the booming bass.
your immediate urge is to agree - but then your eyes land on a familiar shape draped casually over the bar. his lanky figure leans leisurely back on its elbows, his front facing the rest of the room as a barely there smirk points towards the women on the dance floor. his sleek, cat-like eyes are dark - yet glimmering with a look of breathtaking, beautiful danger - and gazing heatedly around the room from under thick lashes.
âno, intak,â you say shortly. âIâm not drinking tonight.â
your tense tone has shota turning to follow your gaze; his shoulders stiffen as he sees what youâre glaring at.
âthat bastard,â your brother growls. âwhatâs he doing here?â
your jaw clenches; swiftly, you saunter towards the bar. âI donât know, but I intend to find out.â
silently, keeho appears at your shoulder, easily keeping pace with your strides. his presence is a reminder to you - a threat to everyone else.
shota quickly follows with intak by his side, and your groupâs sudden movement causes the blonde man at the bar to glance in your direction. his smirk widens as those cat eyes narrow upon your approaching figure, subtly raking over your figure clad in a black body con.
âwell, well, well,â he purrs once youâre within earshot. âwhat a pleasant surprise to see you here, miss haku.â
the rigid aura of keeho beside you practically glows with desire to jump the muscled man at the blonde's shoulder. without looking at him, you nudge his thigh with your knuckle. a warning.
"'surprise'?" you echo with a scoff. "you really must be an idiot, hwang, to be trespassing in my territory. or maybe just very, very stupid."
"maybe he has a death wish," spits your younger brother, hate burning red in his normally gentle gaze. hyunjin's face betrays nothing but amusement.
"oh? I wasn't aware this was your territory yet. has your father finally dropped dead from having poison slipped in his sake? I was wondering why you and your brother came aloneâŠâ
through you annoyance, you grit out, âheâs away on business, you little bitch.â
hyunjin clicks his tongue in mocking disapproval. âthatâs no way for a lady to speak⊠but donât worry, sweetheart, Iâm sure someone will help your old man along sooner rather than later. and if no one else will, Iâll willingly bite the bullet. or rather⊠he will, if you get my drift - â
his sentence doesnât even manage to make it all the way out of his mouth before you lunge for his throat, pressing the dagger that was under your dress to the supple skin beneath his adamâs apple. before your blade even touches your enemyâs neck, hyunjinâs bodyguard has his huge hand wrapped around your throat; in less than a heartbeat, both keeho and intak have their guns cocked and aimed steadily at the guard's head. rage, hot and boiling, sears in your eyes - but hyunjin only cracks an amused smile.
âmy, my. feisty as always.â a disinterested wave on his part has the vise receding from your throat. heâs insane if he thinks that means youâre going to move the dagger, though.
âwhat are you doing here, hwang?â you growl in his ear, angling the blade in the hopes of at least making him nervous. âbetter tell me before I slit your pretty neck and get blood all over this expensive suit of yours.â
âhmm, kinky,â he quips, gently reaching up to wrap his fingers around your wrist. âI appreciate the sentiment that you think my neck is pretty, but I think Iâd rather spare my maid from having to deal with blood stains, if you know what I mean. theyâre rather a doozy to get out of white shirts.â
as he talks in a tone that might as well be speaking on the weather, he moves your hand away from his throat and gives you a dazzling smile. to your horror, your chest reacts with a jolt - your heart begins to race, butterflies pooling in your stomach. the traitorous things flap their wings faster against the walls of your tummy when he gives you an innocent wink. âis it so wrong to want to catch a glimpse of the most beautiful woman in the country?â his eyes dip briefly towards your dress. âespecially when sheâs wearing something like⊠that?â
you grit your teeth against the flustered heat burning behind your skin. itâs not right that the son of your fatherâs enemy can affect you so - youâre fighting to save face not only in front of him, but also before your own associates.
"shut your mouth before I shove the barrel of a gun into it,â you snipe.
hyunjin sighs mockingly, eyes glittering with a playful shine. âvery well, I know when Iâm not wanted.â
after glancing subtly at his guard, hyunjin rises from the bar and straightens the cuffs of his suit jacket. his cologne makes your nose tingle pleasantly when he steps just past you - but then he halts and angles his head to meet your eyes. âbut about your threat, miss haku - â his eyes glint. âIâd really like to see you try. considering that I went easy on you this time.â
his hand flickers for a brief second down near his waist, and all eyes in your group hastily glance at it. but by the time you have settled your glares on the offending appendage, itâs hanging innocently at his side. with narrowed eyes, you look back up at his face.
âget the hell out,â you growl.
the long-haired blonde sweeps an elegant bow, though the movement is dripping with barely concealed sarcasm. he straightens, tosses you a cheeky wink that only you manage to see and sweeps towards the exit of the club. as he passes shota, hyunjin pats him somewhat condescendingly on the shoulder; your brother scowls, harshly shoving off the offending hand. on your enemyâs receding form, which gets swallowed up by the cloying smoke and blaring lights and twisting people, your eyes linger - even after he's lost to view.
he really is beautiful, your mind hisses.
âno, heâs not,â you mumble to yourself.
itâs not until keeho and intak see the front door slam shut behind them that they relax, sheathing their guns back under their coats.
âare you alright, miss haku?â murmurs keeho. his sleek eyes gaze at you with concern, and as you blink yourself back to reality, you canât help but be reminded of hyunjinâs own beautiful cat eyes.
âIâm fine.â
his stare dips down to the dagger in your hand, which youâre clenching so tightly that your knuckles are standing out on your skin.
breathe. inhale⊠exhale⊠slowly, you loosen your grip on the hilt. âIâm fine,â you echo.
finally satisfied, keeho motions for the four of you to head back to your usual booth across from the bar - you mumble something about staying here to order some alcohol.
somehow, even though hwang hyunjin is now long gone, your stomach is still whirling with butterflies. the grace of his ethereal features was only enhanced by the suit he wore. he smelled so⊠mysterious - it suited the tilt of his head and the smirk on his lips. you grit your teeth.
"snap out of it,â you growl to yourself, leaning your hands on the counter and hanging your head. you breath slow, trying to calm your racing heart. âheâs your enemy.â
except⊠is he? heâs the son of your fatherâs enemy, to be sure, but hwang hyunjin has never offered you anything but a smile on the occasions you have crossed paths. you fumble in your bag for a stick of gum, hoping the peppermint will have a calming effect on your fluttering pulse; itâs then that your finger slips upon the edge of a piece of paper, slicing open the pad.
âouch - â
whilst the injured hand whips into your mouth, the other pulls out the offending paper. itâs small even only folded in half, and your brow furrows when you go to open it.
I donât want to be your enemy. but donât tell father I said that. - h.h.
beneath the simple yet elegant handwriting is a phone number. with wide eyes, you whirl to stare at the door as if you'll see hyunjin still standing there, gazing at you with his playful smirk.
"are you alright?" calls shota from across the way. his brows are furrowed, as are keeho's and intak's.
you peel your eyes away from the entrance and turn a shaky smile on them. calndestinely, your hand crumples the paper and hides it away in your bag. safekeeping.
"y-yeah," you say after a brief pause. "never been better."
summary. you've thought things couldn't get any worse after your dreadful talk with soobin, but as you arrive home from it you get a call from Kai begging you to drive him to the hospital.
warnings (with spoilers). NOT PROOFREAD. violence implied, backstabbing, mentions of wounds but none of them are described, concussions and passing out, physical and verbal fights. tension, guilt, a bit of a mental breakdown, rage, swearing, bad parenting.
A / N : welp this is not me fully coming back from the break but it's something. I can't promise I will keep up with the schedule yet, I need to rest fully, but I figured since I could finish this chapter I should post it. I hope you enjoy my loves! Let me know your thoughts and take care. ILY
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HOCKEY TEAM.
Taehyun isnât so sure what is currently happening to him. Outside, he appears to be mildly happy and a bit dejected at the same time like any member of the hockey team. He carries a smile of contentment because of Yeonjun â he is confident he will do well in any field as he is talented and persistent, so if he wants to leave HYBE after the season is over and entirely change paths he should, but sadness can be felt and appear in his eyes too. Just because heâs showing his teeth and supporting his leaderâs (and friendâs) decisions doesnât mean he wouldnât miss him any less or wished things would be different. Yeonjun is leaving the team right after having fixed each and every relationship he got in there, after guiding The Wildcats into their most successful competition to date, and after having found himself back.Â
Yeonjun came from nothing and became everything and Taehyun would miss his presence but he isnât surprised in the slightest that he is leaving. When Yeonjun had broken the news of his departure earlier that day he couldnât even muster a shocked reaction. It was to be expected. Deep down everybody knew that Choi Yeonjun was a good leader of the team, and player for that matter, but that didnât mean he was the leader or player the team needed. His heart and mind were not even there to begin with, and oftentimes Taehyun sorrowly thought his friend was only there to find his good qualities back and earn the respect he had lost because of his careless actions, rather than to truly put his all into hockey and be there.Â
Now he understands why and he feels happy for him, truly. When every hockey player decides to go out to celebrate Yeonjun finding his true passion that night and bid him an early goodbye before the last game, he really does feel somewhat okay and most of his smiles and laughs are genuine, but the underlying feeling below it is a bit eerie and too annoying to not notice. He feels angry and kind of lost.Â
He doesnât understand why his hands had been shaking the entire day. He doesnât really get why â even when he is a bit at peace, and working just fine he still feels like he is about to explode and cry. He moves but he doesnât feel like he is doing it because he wants to, but rather because he has to.Â
Much like Yeonjunâs persistence for things, the feeling Taehyun is brewing with his blood is the same too, and itâs slowly becoming unbearable.Â
âTyun, are you alright?â He hears Kai say after catching his wavering hands retreat from the beer jar to his lap. He is well aware heâs been quieter than normal, gloomier, distracted, and that wonât help him keep his facade any longer. If thereâs someone at the table right now that can surely catch onto his antics is Hueningkai. âTyunâŠâ
âI need to get some air.â Taehyun sentences, dumbly standing up from his seat at the end of the table and catching the attention of the rest of the team. âIâll be right back guys,â he breathes out with difficulty and pauses, âI think I ate something badâŠwanna throw up.âÂ
Felix frowns but nods nonetheless just like everybody else, but as soon as Taehyun carries his weakened body across the beer factory and stumbles through the door frame of the parking lot exit, he is signaling Kai to follow right after just in case.Â
Wooyoung toys around with his empty beer jar for a total of five seconds. His mind is racking itself to find an excuse to go outside as well without having Felix, whoâs sitting next to him, asking him any questions.Â
He is beyond worried but mostly on the brink of total madness. Three minutes ago he was sure he caught a glimpse of Soobin through the windows of the place, and if he is still out there then it means two members of the hockey team are also out and will most likely run into him.Â
Should he say something? Does he have to be the one to put a stop to the celebration? What are the chances anything bad will happen if he just stays quiet?Â
And most importantly: if he joins Taehyun and Kai outside, will he really hold them back if they try to start anything with Soobin?
âWooâ.â Felix begins with a soft smile and points at the pizza that has yet to be eaten.
âSoobin is outside and Tyun is â.â
âYeah, I know. I saw him too,â the blonde interrupts him the same way he has been interrupted mere seconds ago and nods his head to the food with his finger still extended in the air as a pointer. âLet them be outside. Now pass me the pizza.âÂ
âBut yesterday you said â.â
âI know what I said and I take it back.â Wooyoung reaches for the plate with a puzzled look and passes it to his friend. âItâs pointless to try and stop Taehyun. When he gets mad thereâs no coming back and we both know it. Heâs been shaking the entire day and looking around for Soobin whenever we are out the rink. Do you think, for a second, that me telling him not to do something will make him actually not do it?â
âWhat about Kai?âÂ
Felix sighs and bites on the nearest slice of pizza he can get from the plate. He doesnât even dare to chew and look at Wooyoung to keep the conversation going at all, instead, he just forcefully chimes into another much louder chat the rest of the team is having.Â
Wooyoung waits for a few minutes with his eyes fixed on the plate in the hopes of his Aussie friend to turn the attention back to him but that doesnât happen.Â
When Felix reaches out for the second slice he stops him right on time, grabbing onto his wrist.
âWhat. About. Kai?â Wooyoung accentuates each word with a small pause.Â
âItâs a lost cause, Youngie. I donât know. Heâs beenâŠI seriously donât know. He sort of lost it the moment he fought with Yn, I guess? Since then heâs been weird. If taking it out on Soobin is what he needs to come back then so be it. Itâs not like the dude doesnât deserve it, he was the biggest asshole to Yn â Beomgyu too. I wouldnât be surprised if that idiot gets punched later on too. Itâd be for the betterâÂ
âBut â but you always say itâs stupid to fight,â Wooyoung sort of breathes out and releases the grip around Felixâs wrist, jumping from his seat. âWhat the fuck is going on anymore, Lix? Tae and Kai go on a rampage? Yeonjun leaving the team? You not wanting to stop us from doing something thatâs clearly stupid?â
âWoo, lower your voice â.â
âNo, fuck this! You all asshats,â Wooyoung calls out and the chatter stops momentarily. âWe all did something really, just really, really fucking disgusting and we are here celebrating because we are about to win what we want and at the cost of what?âÂ
âYoungie, I think you drank too much,â says another player with a grin and the rest of the members giggle, but Yeonjun frowns and lets go of the smile heâs been carrying the entire day. Minho recomposes himself on the chair and tilts his head to the side to look at him better. âWhy donât you go get some air?âÂ
âWhy donât you go fuck yourself Heesung? What about that, uh?â He barks back to his teammate. âHow about we all go fuck ourselves for what we did? You know exactly what Iâm talking about!â By now many more students sitting at other tables at the beer place have caught onto the noise and are silently paying attention to his words as well, curious and a bit terrified over the premise of a fight breaking between the hockey team. âWe also were a part of this too. We fucking ruined them, and now this is ruining us.âÂ
Wooyoung knows he is being watched and he is well aware his words can destroy their reputations right on this very second if he dares to speak less vaguely than heâs doing it but he cannot help it, he feels more than simply guilty for what the team had done to you and to every other tennis player. You were all so close to achieving something big this season and they made it a point to tarnish it so harshly now there was almost no future for any player at all.Â
If the hockey team were to win this season it would only be another trophy to add to the collection, but if the Wildcats really succeeded at taking any merit award it would be because you and your friends were done dirty by them first.
Whatever happened in between was not on Wooyoung or any member sitting at the table, but who started this was them and it would be horrible if they just brushed past it. Wooyoung couldnât overlook what he or his friends did anymore.Â
âWoo, whatâs going on?â Yeonjun asks a bit more softly, removing himself from the chair at a slow pace with a bit of wariness. He seems to want to reach out to his friend more than anything but the inquisitive looks from other students and players kind of intimidate him to the point he ceases movement once he reaches the middle of the path between him and Wooyoung.Â
âI canât do this,â the boy lets the first tear fall from his eyes. âThis is so fucked.âÂ
âI will take him outside,â Felix speaks for the first time in minutes. âHeâs really stressed.â
âYes sure, take me out so I can see how Tyun beats the shit out of someone. Amazing plan, letâs fucking help him while we are at it!âÂ
Wooyoung words reach out to Minho like an invisible chokehold, cutting the air from his lungs and sending him into a full panic. Once the information sinks in completely, he and Yeonjun are out of the beer factory and running outside without sharing a word. They donât need any more context than that to know exactly what Wooyoung means and frankly, even if they didnât have it just the implication of Taehyun punching someone is enough to send them into a frenzy.
TAEHYUN. KAI
âHow did it happen?âÂ
Your fingers drum against the wheel of the car with tranquility. The red light at the end of the street casts a faint shadow over the vehicleâs inside, giving everyone in the back of it a better view of the body laying on their laps. Yeonjun gulps before opening his mouth to explain to the best of his capacity how did Soobin end up so beaten up and completely passed out on the ground â of course knowing this would enrage you even further but still willing to take in the bullets just for the sake of ending this conversation and situation as a whole as soon as possible.Â
âWell, you see â.â
âIâm not talking to you, Yeonjun,â you cut him off dryly and only nod to the passengerâs seat, encouraging Taehyun to speak up. âIâm talking to you, Taehyun.âÂ
âI think itâs pretty self-fucking-explanatory if you ask me. Like any fight, you throw a punch and then the other person throws a punch too...â The boy retorts as sharply as you and you chuckle, restarting your drive once the light turns red. âWhat else do you want to know? How happened what exactly?âÂ
âIf you are gonna give me an attitude I will turn around right now, drive us to campus and you can carry Soobin all the way to the hospital on your own.â For a few seconds, the car fills only with silence and the soft drumming of your fingers. âOkay great, now go ahead. Explain.âÂ
âI had a few too many beers â.â
âGod.âÂ
âAnd was feeling a little too angry because I found out what he did to you, and he was supposed to be a really good friend of mine.âÂ
âAnd you took it personally?â You ask more rhetorically than anything. âI was the one that got kicked out, not you. It was my fucking problem.âÂ
âIt is my problem too! He fucking stabbed me and my mom in the back!âÂ
âAh yes, it is your problem because whatever is my business is yours now too, right? âCause Iâm your fucking sister. Thatâs why it is our problem now.âÂ
Hueningkai stops looking at Soobinâs beaten face with utter disgust and shots upright on his seat, almost kicking the passed-out guy he has helped wound on the floor of the vehicle. Yeonjun reacts in the opposite way by stiffening out to the point he becomes as movable as the many light poles he is driving past on the street.Â
âWhat? Cat got your tongue now?â You tsk and speed up a bit through a few other cars. âEveryone in this car knows we are related and we both know we are related too,â you end up by giving Taehyun a brief look before going back to the road. âActually, you and Soobin knew about us being siblings the longest. Now you donât even need to worry about telling me, I made it easier for you!â
âListen, I know you are mad â.â
âShut the fuck up, Taehyun.â Yeonjun gulps again. The drumming of your fingers stops altogether and the silence finally becomes too heavy to carry for anybody inside the car. âI donât need this right now, in fact, I saw Soobin earlier and got a handful of new information to deal with, and you know what? I decided to put an end to whatever bullshit we got between each other for my own sake because I donât give a shit anymore but I do give a shit about you, and here you go and beat him to a pulp, and for what? How will you cover this, uh? Are you also going to pay your way through this like everybody else or get Minho to help you out as he did with me back then, like the fight I got in to defend Kai?âÂ
Taehyun breathes out soundly and leans to the side of his seat almost too fast for anyone to catch onto it. One second he is sinking to his spot, taking in all your words as punishment, and the next he is shifting to the side to speak directly to you and only you.Â
âAre you seriously gonna take the piss out of me for defending you? He hurt you!âÂ
âNew flash, Tyun, we are in the car with two people that also did that,â you point out, âand thatâs not the main problem at all, it is the fact that you are reacting the same fucking way I did and thatâs how I got into bigger problems too. You really think you can bottle it all up and just fucking take it on someone with punches and a few beers? That wonât work. I donât want that for you at all.âÂ
âGod, not this right now,â your brother scoffs like a little kid and goes back to his position. âSoobin deserved it and you know it.âÂ
âYes, and dad deserved it too,â your voice comes out so faintly itâs almost a whisper. âI thought dad deserved it too and I punched him to the ground. Our dad. It felt great for a few minutes and then it sucked. It will suck always because you end up acting the same way he usually does, and I know you wonât get it fully but dad isâŠhe sucks ass, okay? And Iâm not saying us reacting this way makes us the same as him but it does speak volumes about how similar we can be. Itâs gonna hurt, Tyun. At some point, you will snap out of it and you are going to feel worse about this, not because itâs Soobin but because you are more than this fight and you might actually lose things you worked hard for over it.âÂ
âWe wonât let anyone know about this.â Finally Kai chimes in with a bit of nervousness tinting his words. He looks straight ahead to the road as well, no longer interested in engraving each wound on Soobinâs face. âNothing will happen to Taehyun, I promise.âÂ
You understand what he means. His words are short and straight to the point, being exactly what you need. Your brother wonât get himself through anything youâve gone through and if there is a chance Kai will make it not happen and thatâs a promise you are sure he will keep.Â
âMake sure nothing happens to you either,â you add and Kai smiles weakly. âAnd no more fuck ups,â everybody hums. âAnd when Soobin wakes up you are apologizing.âÂ
âFuck no,â Taehyun. âI know what I did and I wonât take it back.âÂ
âYou will.â The car slows downs until it ceases its movements right in front of the small hospital near the out of campus. âYou did wrong and you need to apologize.âÂ
âI won't.âÂ
âIf he wakes up and chooses to ruin you he will. You better be on good terms and fucking lick his boots if necessary, I donât care. You donât want to be friends anymore with him? So be it, but if he chooses to get back at you for this he will, and the more you add to it the worse it will get for you.âÂ
âHe wonât get back at Taehyun or Kai at all.â Yeonjun chews on his lower lip and swiftly moves his fingers over the door, finding the lock. âI was there. He let himself get punched, itâs like he was enjoying it â I, I donât really know. He just didnât fight back, he just took it.âÂ
âWhen we ran into him at the back I told him I was going to kick his ass for sure and he didnât run,â Taehyun adds, âhe stood there and said it was okay.âÂ
âIâm pretty sure no punch you gave him was as bad for him.â You reply a bit absent-mindedly and open the door on your side. âGet him to the emergency room, okay? I will park the car and find you thereâŠand someone call Beomgyu. A member of the family needs to be here for hospital papers and all. And if the doctors ask â.âÂ
âWe will say someone was trying to hurt him and Taehyun tried to defend him,â Yeonjun interrupts. âHe got blood all over his knuckles. We need to explain the situation for both.âÂ
âFair enough. I will see you in a few and you are calling Beomgyu here.âÂ
âWhat? Why me?âÂ
âLong story. If you donât piss me out tonight I will tell you.âÂ
Without expanding any further you urge everyone out of the car and Yeonjun takes over dragging Soobin with the help of Taehyun as they are the strongest. Hueningkai falls back, stopping for a bit too long just to have a few more seconds near the car to shoot you one piece of information that might be or not be valuable to you.Â
âI saw Soobin outside and didnât stop Tyun from going out. I just followed.âÂ
âYou wanted a reason to beat Soobin for a while, Iâm not surprised, but do you feel any better after doing it?âÂ
âIâŠI donât know. I â I will apologize.âÂ
 âWhat are you going to apologize for?âÂ
âFor hurting him for you. I shouldnât have gotten in there, now you got more problems to deal with. I bet you just wanted your night to go well and I had to call for help.âÂ
âI did but Iâm here and if you donât feel guilty for sending him to a hospital but you do feel a bit bad for dragging me here then thatâs on you, Kai. If you arenât sure youâll fix your attitude later then donât try and pretend to care about acting any better now. Donât apologize âcause of me, do it because you know what you did was wrong.âÂ
Hueningkai smiles but no happiness or emotion reach his dark eyes. âI wonât apologize then. He totally deserved it.â
trying to explain what daylight savings time is but they just keep staring at me like Iâm a fucking idiot who canât read a clock. IM NOT WRONG YOU ARE.
everytime there are nude breasts on the tv i unsheath my blade and use my lightspeed kata technique to expertly deflect the images before they can reach my eyes
Just read that piece of shit âMacbethâ and I canât BELIEVE that so many people on this hellsite are sucking Shakespeareâs dick when that sick motherfucker keeps ROMANTICIZING literal murder and fucked-up relationships!
Plot: Itâs been almost a year since Felix went missing. Y/N decides itâs finally time to get some leads on where their best friend has gone. They find an abandoned shop in the process, and meet some very ODD people. Will Y/N be able to pass their trials?
Genre: Smut, slight angst, drama?
Hi there!! This is my first ever story on here so I hope you all will enjoy! Iâve had this idea for a while since the Oddinary teaser dropped but I finally got the confidence to go ahead and start soon. Iâll try not to keep you waiting too long though ;)
