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anonymous asked:

Hey you got any... *looks around* *whispers* mafia au fics

*looks around* Yeah, I got the goods. *whips out a briefcase full of fanfiction*

Seriously, though, I freaking love this AU! Thanks for all these requests!

Originally posted by sairenji

Mafia AU

Masquerade by Ashida, Explicit, 45k (WIP)
Yuuri is part of Japan’s most notorious mafias. Victor is the head of the Russian mafia. After brief meetings throughout the span of five years, they decide to go off together and leave everything behind. I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS FIC!

Confessions Behind these Bruises by Gayson, Mature, 28k (WIP)
the mafia AU nobody asked for about how a cocky self reliant bachelor falls incredibly in love with the adorable sassy dancing protégée of Lilia- Yuuri Katsuki. I haven’t stopped screaming since I read this, it’s so good!

Wine Colored Days Warmed by the Sun by Erushi, Mature, 4k
The Mafia AU in which Victor’s an heir to the Russian mob, Yuuri just so happens to be visiting St. Petersburg, and there’s a hitman loose in the city. Great mafia one shot!

the death of a bachelor by exile_wrath, Teen, 9.1k (WIP)
In which Victor is at the top of the (criminal) world, and ends up falling for the hot bartender that works at a Giacometti speakeasy. 1920s mafia AU! Thumbs up!

Caught by You by Ommmniii, Mature, 24k (WIP)
Viktor Nikiforov is Russia’s number one Mafia boss and he fell hard for a common Japanese boy, Katsuki Yuuri. When their meeting was purely accidental, Viktor decides to make Yuuri a part of his life. Really good mafia AU!

Pet by Maiden_of_the_Moon, Teen, 3.8k
“Of course,” he continues, low and horribly, gut-churningly soft, “our way of life is not conducive to raising fluffy, cuddly, friendly poodles. And so, Sir, when it came time for me to choose a new Viktor, I adopted the strongest, swiftest, and most brutal pet I could find.” Love this one!

Settle Down by artemisgrace, Explicit, 8.1k (WIP)
Viktor Nikiforov was born into this life of violence and crime. He seeks an escape, some semblance of a normal life, and in a café on a Wednesday morning, he finds his shred of normality in the form of Yuuri Katsuki. Definitely recommend!

On Ice by littlemisslawyer, Teen, 9.5k (WIP)
A skating accident leads Viktor Nikiforov, five time world champion and the current pakhan of the Blue Rose Mafia, to the hands of one very adorable doctor. I LIVE FOR THIS FIC!

Bloodied suits look better by emulikule, Mature, 41k (WIP)
A conflict has been going on between the Russian and the Japanese mafia for quite some time now, but a new head of the Russian one decides it’s time to end it as the feud has only brought countless of losses for both sides. Bonus Otayuri!

酸素の海 by Alpacorn, Teen, 4.7k (WIP)
Katsuki Yuuri has yet to land a Quad Axel. He’s been trying to land it for so many years ever since his 12th winter. His husband, his right hand man, his loyal dog, Viktor Nikiforov, is ready to give everything he’s got to make sure the leader of the Russian mafia gets the gold medal. Yuuri is the mafia boss in this and it gives me life

Caught in the Crossfire by cloudybreaths, Mature, 3.1k (WIP)
Yuuri sits back in Victor’s chair, crossing his legs, and rests his cheek in his palm. Yuri stares at him, and there’s a shiver that goes down his spine. Yuuri’s eyes are dark and his face stone, as though he was the true leader of the number one mafia family in Russia. For a moment, Yuri almost believes it. SO GOOD OMG

Note: I do not include fics with graphic depictions of self harm, suicide, abuse, underage, non con, etc. in my fic recs. Please read my FAQ for more information on what I don’t include in my rec lists.

anonymous asked:

Can Makkachin be a stray that victor takes care of :O ?? Maybe he finds Makkachin (or makkachin finds him?) and they both love each other lots. Side thought - Victor wanting to make makkachin an attack dog but a friendly poodle isn't exactly the most intimidating...

Awwww, that’s such a cute idea!! ;w;
I do have plans for Makkachin in the FAR future, so, fear not! >w<
But yeah, I imagine Victor wouldn’t be able to turn away a stray that looks at him with big, doleful, eyes XD

Aggressive Caretaking 101 pt.1

huge thanks to @whoareurl​ for bouncing this idea back and forth with me (seriously, adrian, you are the gr8est and ilu <3). 

a reluctant yuri p. does a fretful yuuri k. a HUGE solid and checks on victor, who’s hella sick. unlike my other fics, this will be a multi-chapter project so keep an eye out for the other parts! c: btw, i watch the dub for the lolz but that’s definitely the yurio voice i hear when i write him lmao.

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Your Not-So Friendly Neighbourhood Consulting Love Poodle
  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *writing frantically*
  • John: *reading the newspaper*
  • Sherlock: *taps his chin with the pen*
  • John: *glances at him over the paper*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *hastily crossing things out*
  • John: *sighs* Aren't you usually at Bart's-
  • Sherlock: Do you know where William Shakespeare lives?
  • John: ...
  • John: William Shakespeare? in-
  • Sherlock: *frustrated* As in the playwright and romantic poet, yes.
  • John: *amused* Why?
  • Sherlock: *frowns* I need his help.
  • John: *folds his paper* So, you want to know where William Shakespeare lives? Presently?
  • Sherlock: *through gritted teeth* Yes. It's a perfectly simple question.
  • John: *forces a neutral expression* Oh, he lives in Stratford-Upon-Avon but he's a pretty busy man. What with all the plays and poems he's writing. Plus, it's a two hour drive.
  • Sherlock: *nods* Mmm. A phone number?
  • John: *hiding behind the newspaper* Try the Yellow Pages. Why are you so keen anyway?
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Women seem to like him. He writes romantic poems.
  • John: *smiles* Ahhh *pauses* Here... *gestures for the paper*
  • Sherlock: *narrows his eyes*
  • John: *rolls his eyes* Trust me.
  • Sherlock: *sighs; hands him the paper*
  • John: *writing, folds the paper and seals it; smiles* Go get her, mate.
  • Molly: *yawns; enters her office and finds a note attached to a muffin*
  • Molly: *confused; reads the note* "My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite. I do love nothing in the world so much as you'. Your not-so friendly neighbourhood consulting love poodle. PS. I think Shakespeare is still alive."
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: *grins*
To the man in the four-wheel drive...


We surprised each other on the road, I know.  It was a sharp bend on a hill and trees were blocking your vision.  You probably weren’t expecting to meet anybody on that empty road, not after 6pm.  Especially not a horse and rider.  I suppose that’s why you were travelling at twice the legal speed limit.  The good news is I heard you a long time before you came around that corner.

Lena slowed down and I asked her to scrabble down into the ditch off the road where I thought we’d be safe.  We got there just as you came around the corner and I waved one arm.  About a second later you jammed your brakes on.  You started to skid.  That’s probably the moment when you realised this is gravel road with no tarmac, which is why the speed limit is so low.

When you started to skid I realised that Lena and me were standing in the exact place you were going to crash if you lost control.

But as luck would have it, you were in a four-wheel drive, and it kicked in before you skidded off the road.  You managed to right your vehicle and sped past Lena and me, spraying us with bits of gravel and sharp stones.  Lena flinched, but stood still like a good girl.  That’s because she’s met a lot of drivers like you and she’s used to it by now.

We watched you accelerate off at high speed toward the tiny village just past the lake, where only minutes earlier we’d ridden past some kids on bikes and their friendly black poodle playing outdoors. People like you will never learn until something terrible happens.

So I hope we never meet again.


anonymous asked:

can we get a eretstrid brotop drabble? like no romance or anything sexual, just two bros hanging out

So, I don’t know if this is quite what you wanted, but I really needed to turn this into an Eret Wingman drabble.  Because I needed it for reasons.  


“Of all the places you’ve needed my assistance, this is absolutely the lamest.”  Eret looks too cool and thoroughly out of place in the shade of a broad oak at the neighborhood dog park.  Astrid slaps his thick arm and dodges a frantic golden retriever after a ball. 

 “He takes his dog here.”  She shrugs and looks around for that red-brown hair, that limp that’s almost become cute in the past few weeks. 

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