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INCARNADINE | Zenjago AU

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1920s detective macbeth mafia prohibition shakespeare wespentsomuchgoddamntimeonthisomg zenjago

Zenjago 1920s Detective/Mafia AU 
Co-written with the love of my life, Sky &lt;3 (@stormysky-) 

TRIGGER WARNINGS: 
- blood/gore 
- cursing 
- death/grief 

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"Detective Julien?" 

Skylar pressed the telephone receiver to his ear much harder than necessary. From across the office, Harper - Detective Smith - waited with bated breath. 

Beside her, Zap - Detective Farrow - crossed her fingers and her toes. "Good news, good news, good news," she muttered. 

Suddenly, Skylar groaned, slamming the phone down. "We've got another one," he relayed through gritting teeth. 

"Fucking gods." Harper resisted the urge to throw the very important papers stacked before her.  "We have a serial offender on our hands, don't we?" 

Skylar grimaced, affirming the thought. 

"First Master, maybe I'll get lucky and be the next victim." 

 - 🔍 -

"Tally it up!" Ally exclaimed, slamming the door to their shared office open with a wide smile. "That's another one for me, which means-" She gestured at the chalkboard of tally marks with excited jazz hands. 

Morro sighed as he pushed himself up from his desk. "You're ahead," he finished dejectedly. 

"Catch up, old man." 

The boy narrowed his eyes over his shoulder, chalk now in hand. "We're the same age." 

Ally waved him off as she collapsed into her chair, admiring her work represented by the numerous tally marks accumulating under her name. "We should tell boss-man we're ready for more! I'm too good at this, it's lame now."  

"This early? Are we ready?" 

"Of course not," the woman laughed. "But wouldn't it be fun?" 

Morro couldn't help but grin as well. "For once, you aren't wrong." With that, he struck another tally on the board.All Rights Reserved

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Attracted to His Cold by whore_for_mafia

It wasn't really the result I was looking for. In fact, it was even better. I never really thought that this would happen to me. I never believed someone could love, well, me. But they did. He did. And despite his 'reputation', despite his lifestyle, despite everything everyone had ever told me, I loved him just as unconditionally. But will everything stay in harmony? How long will my paradise last for until my past comes back? Will they haunt me? Catch me? Kill me? "Livia? Tiago?" I ask, my voice breaking slightly. If they're here, then.... "Where is he? Where's-" "Gattina." All the breath in my lungs disappear as I turn to find the source of the voice. Half-way through my turn, I can see his dark silhouette at the end of the hallway. When I breathlessly say my next word, it feels as if I can breathe properly again for the first time in over a month. "Lupo." I run towards him without a second thought, sprinting full speed at him, and jump into his awaiting arms. He engulfs me in the warmest hug I've ever felt, entrapping me entirely - not that I mind. I cry in joy at finally being reunited with him as I bury my head into his neck, burrowing myself into him and vowing never to let him go again. Unwrapping myself from him, I look up at into his eyes. They're filled with love and relief, the same emotions I imagine my eyes are filled with. That quickly changes when his face contorts into one of pain. "Cole?" my brows furrow in confusion. He lets out a pained and strangled noise before he drops to his knees, collapsing at my feet. I gasp when I see Viktor behind him, holding a bloodied knife. A/N: Hey guys. Be prepared for dark themes, mature language, mature scenes, and so much more. Enjoy the roller-coaster, you are locked in... - Potential PTSD triggers! - BDSM themes! - Mentions of rape. - Mentions of abuse. - Mentions of torture. - Gun play! - Knife play! - Dark kink! (Warnings will be put at the beginning of potential trigger chapters)

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Never Ending Lies ✔️ by Simplewriter_31

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Not since You have I Loved by JillDavis

I walked into the office building at eight am passing people in the foyer as I headed for the elevator to go to my office on the twelveth floor. Juggling my briefcase in one hand with a fresh expresso from the corner coffee shop, a notepad and files in my other hand with my purse over my shoulder, I smiled to an older gentleman as he smiled back when I asked him to press twelve after we got in the elevator and thanked him. After getting off on my floor I greeted the receptionist and a few co workers while I walked past them to my office then closed the door with the toe of my new two inch heels. Setting down the briefcase on my desk, then the coffee, note pad and files on top off the stack left from yesterday, I sat in my plush leather chair and took a deep breath. My secretary buzzed saying my first appointment was at nine so I had some time to get organized before they showed up when I put everything in it's place then scanned over the file of my first appointment. I sighed as I read the file knowing that today would be a difficult one, as I have seen this teen, Lola, just two years ago and she is back into her normal routine, hanging around gang bangers, doing drugs and has a juvenile record spanning three years . She is now sixteen and if I don't get her straighten out, the courts will toss her in juvenile hall until she turns eighteen. My name is Alexia Quincy and I am a probation officer for the state of California, working in Los Angeles, and I have been doing this now for two years, my caseload is right now ten teenagers with more to come I'm quite sure as the summer has now begun and school is out.

The Russian Fighter (Mafia Men #1) by Lenore_Ravin_9217

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𝑨 𝑷𝑰𝑬𝑪𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑰𝑺 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮 cover

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Attracted to His Cold

It wasn't really the result I was looking for. In fact, it was even better. I never really thought that this would happen to me. I never believed someone could love, well, me. But they did. He did. And despite his 'reputation', despite his lifestyle, despite everything everyone had ever told me, I loved him just as unconditionally. But will everything stay in harmony? How long will my paradise last for until my past comes back? Will they haunt me? Catch me? Kill me? "Livia? Tiago?" I ask, my voice breaking slightly. If they're here, then.... "Where is he? Where's-" "Gattina." All the breath in my lungs disappear as I turn to find the source of the voice. Half-way through my turn, I can see his dark silhouette at the end of the hallway. When I breathlessly say my next word, it feels as if I can breathe properly again for the first time in over a month. "Lupo." I run towards him without a second thought, sprinting full speed at him, and jump into his awaiting arms. He engulfs me in the warmest hug I've ever felt, entrapping me entirely - not that I mind. I cry in joy at finally being reunited with him as I bury my head into his neck, burrowing myself into him and vowing never to let him go again. Unwrapping myself from him, I look up at into his eyes. They're filled with love and relief, the same emotions I imagine my eyes are filled with. That quickly changes when his face contorts into one of pain. "Cole?" my brows furrow in confusion. He lets out a pained and strangled noise before he drops to his knees, collapsing at my feet. I gasp when I see Viktor behind him, holding a bloodied knife. A/N: Hey guys. Be prepared for dark themes, mature language, mature scenes, and so much more. Enjoy the roller-coaster, you are locked in... - Potential PTSD triggers! - BDSM themes! - Mentions of rape. - Mentions of abuse. - Mentions of torture. - Gun play! - Knife play! - Dark kink! (Warnings will be put at the beginning of potential trigger chapters)