Mafia AU đź’š
Easy, in and out. The cycle had been done so many times, Dream didn’t even need to worry about it. Cool, calm, collected, everyone on the team wanted to be like him. He was tough in all the important ways, he could take out anyone in the way, he was good with guns, physically fit.
Top floor of a parking garage, that’s where they were meeting. Foolish and Punz were watching out to make sure everything went smoothly. They were looking for a black suv, it wasn’t long before the car pulled up and out stepped a man in a fancy suit with suspenders and a beanie on his head.
“Fancy meeting you here.” The dirty blonde stated as Quackity approached him.
“Come here often?” He replied.
Dream rolled his eyes, “let’s get this over with Big Q.”
“Alright alright, hope you’re not this eager in bed pillow princess.” Quackity motioned towards his car, put stepped a man carrying a briefcase, he wore a fancy purple suit and had blonde hair.
“Whatever.” Dream rolled his eyes again, just as the purple man began to open the case, someone began to walk down the stairs, at 2 in the morning.
Things would have been fine if the person hadn’t seen the inside of the briefcase, but they did. You could tell they were nervous, the person backed away slowly, unfortunately for them, they didn’t back away quick enough.
Dream ushered for Punz and Foolish to finish the job with Quackity while he went to make sure the person wasn’t calling the cops or anything.
He walked up the stairs and saw only one person, sitting by the edge, overlooking the city, “I- I swear I didn’t see anything.”
Dream walked a little closer, though clearly the person was terrified. One talent Dream had was being able to read people, he guessed by the voice the person was a young man, maybe in his twenties, stature was smaller, he looked scared.
“I w- won’t tell anyone I swear.” The boy stood in the light, Dream’s face couldn’t be seen under the night sky until he stepped into the buzzing street lamp up above them, “please don’t hurt me.”
“I’m not going to hurt you.” Dream finally replied. In all honesty, he didn’t really know why he felt compelled to come up here. Technically since he followed him, he should kill the boy, but something told him not to. Dream has never failed a mission before, not even in training, not killing this man, would technically be a failure.
The boy leaned a little closer over the edge of the tall parking garage, seemingly debating weather or not to jump or to just wish for the best with Dream.
“Are you shaken? Do you need someone to walk you home?” This was unlike him, but something pushed him to ask.
The boy shook his head hastily, “I’m good! You- you can go now!”
Dream chose now to listen to the clearly petrified boy. He moved closer until the unknown man his his face from the blonde, hoping he’d go away. Up close like this, Dream noticed how handsome the boy was, maybe that’s why he was pushed to follow after him. He subconsciously got the best of himself.
“You don’t look fine, are you sure?” Dream leaned on the concrete next to the mysterious boy.
“I’m fine!” He almost snapped, “please leave.”
Dream decided he was going to half obey the boy’s plead. Once reaching the floor below, he noticed Punz and Foolish were gone. He took the opportunity to hide behind the staircase to see if the boy would come down anytime soon.
As expected, a few seconds later some timid steps descended from the stairs. He watched the same boy from before look around cautiously before preceding to walk down the next set of stairs. Dream rushed to meet him there.
“Feeling better?” The blonde asked.
The boy screamed a bit and stumbled on the stairs, “fuck off! I don’t need you to walk me home!”
“I just-“
“You’re harassing me, I will not hesitate to call 911!” The boy backed up more and more the closer Dream got. He fiddled with the knob on the stair well for a bit as Dream proceed to walk even closer.
The boy wasn’t wrong, this was a bit creepy… very creepy. It wasn’t like Dream to do this either, he didn’t know what was coming over him. He reached his hand and easily opened the door for the boy.
“Please leave.” The boy closed his eyes tightly, hoping maybe the blonde would go away, “you’re making me uncomfortable.”
Something told him to finally leave, he wasn’t being fair and if he was in the boy’s position he would’ve felt like shit too. He wanted to know his name, why a boy with a British accent was in America, what his pretty lips tasted like. He was getting ahead of himself.
He headed for the door, leaving for real this time.
Rewrite:
George and Karl are happily dating. George lives in a fancy rich house with his parents and Karl sneaks in his window to meet him every night. Dream and Sapnap are hit men and are sent to kill George’s dad (a rich politician) but see George and Karl and just end up stalking them for a bit.