(Requested)

Mafia AU

everyone's a human

i imagined the reader's personality to be like Hades's, from Hercules

ah i love that man he's a sass god

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"An underling?" Leaning back in my chair, I cast a wary glance towards the man that sat cross-legged on my right. "Aaravos, you can't be serious." He clicked his tongue, waving his finger back and forth.

"No, no, I'm serious. Very much so." I scoffed, picking up my glass of wine and sipped at it, trying to figure out why in the world he would want an underling, an apprentice.

"This man you brought into our base, he has experience, right?"

"Somewhat. He has two children, after all."

"Only some experience and now he's the director of one of our branches?" Aaravos nodded, smoothly drinking his rose from a thin glass, his eyes blankly meandering around the small bar area. Light jazz played in the background, the only thing I could hear when the two of us both stopped talking. We were alone at the table, with the exception of the bartender, who was busying himself cleaning glasses. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose in between my thumb and index finger, tightly squeezing my eyes shut.

"You're stupid. You're actually stupid."

"I wouldn't say that."

"You are, Aaravos."

"He's got a good package going for him though -- he has a daughter who holds more potential than him, and she has deathly sworn loyalty to him." Humming, I let out another breath from my mouth, moving my fingers to massage my temples, thinking about all the possibilities.

"You said he has two children, correct?" The man beside me went silent. I opened my eyes, slowly turning my head to glare at my companion. A bashful yet guilty look crossed his expression, the tips of his teeth tugging at his bottom lip. He let out a small chuckle, looking away, his tongue running slyly over his teeth.

"Well-"

"Tell me Aaravos, you ill-ridden fox."

"His son might have joined the opposing gang... nothing too bad, right?" Upon hearing this, my head immediately found its way smashed onto the table like a magnet. I let out a loud groan and resisted the urge to strangle my partner right then and there. My fingers curled as I fought back a shout of frustration.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

"You say that it's nothing too bad, but I can guarantee you will not be saying that once I have your mouth flushed down the toilet because of all the flaming hot shit that is spewing out of it." I smiled forcefully, my lips parting to reveal my teeth that were clenched together, nearly grinding against the enamel.

"They'll make great assets in the future, I promise." I sighed once more and raised my hand lazily to call for another drink from the bartender.

"David, be a dear and make it two shots this time." The brunette laughed a little and nodded, hearing my order, then whisked himself away to make it.

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Walking down the hall, I had my hands in my pockets, my feet lightly tapping the floor with every step that I took. I still had a headache, courtesy of Aaravos and his decision, although I had already taken Advil. Currently, I was making my way into a smaller subsection of a room to meet our newest recruit.

"This better not be a fluke. I'm making him the manager of a branch so he can hire more people that'll serve us well." I opened a door, swinging it to my right by the hinges and quickly entered the small, confined space. Two figures sat, just as Aaravos told me they would be. A father, and a daughter. The man had a fair complexion, a slightly taut yet eager expression that practically screamed for him to be used and disposed of. The daughter, however, held an innocence about her -- she was the one that was useful, has my comrade told me.

"So," I sighed, pulling out a chair to sit down in front of the table, facing them. Opening a file, I clicked my tongue as my eyes glazed over the contents inside. Soren, the son, Claudia, the daughter, and Viren, the man of the hour. Even his headshot was unflattering.

"It says here that your son... Soren, was it?"

"Yes." I furrowed my eyebrows and turned my head sideways, unconvincingly looking at the file. I scoffed, a unbelieving expression flickering on my face.

"S-So..." I began, trying to make sense of everything, waving my hand around. "Wha... What's the deal, here? You and your son?" Viren folded his hands in his lap, trying to smile at me. I internally cringed at the attempt.

"You see, Soren hasn't really been on best of terms with me, and I do everything in my power to make sure my children are the best they can be. Soren also isn't exactly the brightest type, and when he heard that I was being recruited by your powerful gang-"

"So you're implying that a child that you raised isn't exactly up to par with the common understanding that a normal human has?" Viren stammered, trying to regain his lost footing on the topic.

"W-Well, no-"

"Tell me something, Viren," I began, clasping my hands together, elbows resting on the table, "Why should I recruit you, when your child isn't even in check? The lack of faith you have in your own offspring doesn't sit well with me. Maybe he was right, running away, because he didn't want to be part of something that included such an idiotic force. That force being the person in power that recruited you." Standing up, I slammed my hands onto the metal table, the room echoing with the bang that went off.

"We're going to have a deal. You do what a manager usually does, with our consent, with our word. Because right about now, you're not sweet-talking your way to the front, nor will you have any power in your branch. You're a tricky man, Viren, I'll give you that." I sat back down and turned to his daughter, Claudia, who just sat there in silence, the slightest hints of fright coating her glossy eyes.

"Claudia, was it?" She nodded as I drew a deep breath in, running my hand through my hair. "Sorry about the outburst."

"No problem," she whispered meekly. The corners of my lips lifted up. I liked this one.

"So what talents do you have to give us? Or are you just here for your father?"

"I'm professionally trained in shequan, and I got tracking skills from my dad."

"What about your dad, then?" I changed my vocabulary, trying to make her feel a bit safer. Seeing her loosen up a little bit, I only smiled more.

"He's professionally trained in tracking, as I mentioned before, and jiujitsu -- though he can't really do it anymore," she joked, a grin creeping across her lovely features. So she's a jokester. I chuckled a little bit, internally howling at the thought of the old man trying to do a martial art. I nearly yet something more than a chuckle slip out, but quickly regained my composure.

"That was a good one, Claudia. I look forwards to our partnerships in the future." She beamed at her dad, but Viren didn't look at her, and kept staring straight forwards.

"Yes, good one, Claudia." A smirk played at my lips.

Jealous much?

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"Aaravos! I'm so done!" Storming out of the now empty room, I crashed into the male waiting outside for me. He let out a small grunt from the impact and a few more and my fists came in contact with his chest.

"Jesus- (Y/N), don't be so mad, it's alright," he soothed, patting my head awkwardly, fingers tapping on my skull. I groaned, giving him one last punch in the arm before stepping back, my back hunched exaggeratedly like a wilting flower.

"You're such an idiot!" I shouted, my hands balled up into fists, posture tensed up and stout. The man in front of me just gently placed his hand over his mouth, concealing the big grin that spread across his face. I could tell by his eyes that he was laughing his ass off.

"My dear (Y/N), why would you ever think that?" he said, faking to be hurt, uncovering his hand from his mouth and placing it onto his chest. "My heart is mortally wounded because of your bitter words." I squeezed my eyes shut and crossed my arms, feeling an urge to smash my head against the wall.

"We," I started, placing one hand forwards, looking at my palm, "are running a mafia. And the one schmuck that I'm stuck with- is you. Of all people, it's you." Aaravos laughed again, wrapping an arm around my smaller figure. I felt at he hugged me close, and I could smell the cologne that he wore everyday, laced within the fine fabrics of his dress-shirt.

"(Y/N), (Y/N), without me, you wouldn't have a plan. So trust me on this, I know what I'm doing, you lovely dove." I pointed a finger at his face, glaring at his teasing expression. My gaze seemed to falter a bit once I'd seen his light and gentle eyes, then remembered they held nothing of the sort.

"Don't call me that ever again or else I will vomit." He nodded and placed a quick peck on my cheek, a little gesture of surrendering.

"Sure."

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