Hello! Your name is Y/N L/N and this is a mafia/gang au where the smoking hot leader of a nearby mafia takes a liking to you! Ooh, spicy~
This is also for both and non genders. If any descriptions come up then they'll have two or three options. For what the person looks like, non binaries I'm sorry but I guess just pick the better looking one?
(I am making fun of this but I do respect the well written reader inserts(Who am I kidding? I'm just having a fun time messing around with this))
"Y/N! It's time to get up for school!" Your mom shouts from the kitchen where she's making breakfast. You roll over in bed and let out a groan.
School sucks. You're bullied everyday because you read big books. Like the Odyssey and Romeo and Juliet. Even though they bully you, you take comfort in the fact that you're smarter than them and they'll be working for you in a few years. You know, like that cliche that doesn't actually come true half the time.
(Female)
Anyway, you know it's half deserved because you're ugly. Straight brown hair falls to your lower back, with amber eyes with flecks of brown and gold in them, pink lips curled in a small pout smile wryly, long slender arms and legs, with a heart shaped face. By Jove you're hideous!
(Male)
Anyway you know it's half deserved because you're ugly. Curled brown hair that curves around your ears, amber eyes with flecks of brown and gold, a strong, defined jawline, a built torso with muscled arms, and around 6'5. By Jove you're hideous!
As you get ready you look at the picture of your grandma.
She was the only one who understood you. Let you be free to paint and sing and dance. Now your mom and dad don't allow any sort of creative freedom.
Go to law school! They constantly nag you, about grades, teachers, friends, special friends, literally everything about your life. It's gotten to the point where even trying to hide something is futile.
Your life is a nightmare. Especially that stint where you were sold to One Direction to pay the bills.
God what a horrible time.
"Y\N!" Your dad calls more insistently and you blanch, knowing what happens when you ignore him.
"Coming!" You race down the stairs with your backpack half open and grab a piece of toast your mom made. Kissing them both goodbye on the way out and sprinting down the familiar roads to school.
As you dart past an alleyway opening you hear someone scream. Slowing down you backtrack to where you heard it then peer into the darker alley. Two figures are faintly outlined in the small amount of light that pierces the dark.
One of them is obviously towering over the other with something in their hand. Faint pleading is heard and haphazard gestures from the person sprawled on the floor gives you a pretty good idea of what's happening.
Immediately dialing (###) you detail what's happening and then edge down the alley after hanging up.
The person - you're close enough to see it's a (insert preferred gender, will be referred to as they from now on) - plunge something into the other's chest once, twice and then leave it sticking out. They turn to you and freeze as if realizing someone had caught them.
Then suddenly like a light switched had been flipped in their brain they walk towards you, the epitome of suave coolness. As if they hadn't just been caught murdering someone.
"Hey," Their smooth voice and rounded vowels have you swooning as they reach out an arm to loop around your shoulder. "How much do you want to pretend you never saw that? I can make you my king/queen/ruler and we can live together forever. I've been watching you, I know how hard your life is, let me take it all away, ho-" police sirens in the distance silence them
They shoot you a betrayed look and you can only shrug. It was their fault for killing someone in a public alleyway. You were just the smart one who called the police
"I would've taken you away from your miserable life. I know you struggle with your parents and anorexia and *insert like every bad disease and mental health issue ever for some reason*, I love you. I'll never leave you, just call off the police and we can get out of here. You've always wanted to go to Greece right? To see the famous crypt where they recreated Romeo and Juliette's final resting place?" They grab your hands and you're forced to look them in the eye, "Please," their last plea falls on deaf ears as your phone begins to buzz repeatedly indicating you have a call.
Holding up a finger and turning away you rest the phone in the crook of your shoulder. "Hello? Oh, mhm. Wait repeat that-ok, yeah that works. No? Mm, what about Saturday? Look I'm kind of in the middle of something. I'll call you back later, love you too," You sigh and face them again with a disgruntled expression marrying your otherwise serene features. "Ok, so my mom is asking where I am because the school called about my absence. If you don't mind, I gotta go buddy." Their hand twitches into a fist and you immediately regret your decisions that led you to here.
"You have the audacity to tell me what to do when I'm the one holding a knife? Let me tell-"
"I mean yeah," You interrupt what was building up to be an impressive monologue and wrestle the knife out of their hand. A surprised look seems permanently etched onto their face as you point the knife at them. "Oh how the turns have tabled motherfu-"
"POLICE! PUT THE KNIFE DOWN AND DO NOT RESIST!"
AN/
I hate this. But it's ok. It was fun to write and honestly I have no idea where it was going at any point. I've actually been working on 3 things for Hi so look forward to those for either later tonight or possible tomorrow.
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