#mobfic

hold me like a knife: ch. 1

macklin celebrini/will smith

Summary: In a twist of fate, sisters Shadaysha and Dynastie are snatched from their ordinary lives on a seemingly routine day. Little did they know, the mastermind behind their abduction is someone they never expected. As secrets unravel and relationships are put to the ultimate test, Shadaysha finds herself drawn to an unexpected connection she can't resist. Discover a captivating story of family ties, unexpected love, and the power of the unknown in this gripping tale of suspense and transformation.

Okay, I know it's technically Thursday now, but whatever. I said I'd post another WIP, so here's a mobfic snippet. I SWEAR I'm making progress. Writing chapter 3 from Mack's POV has actually been so fun.

hold me like a knife: ch. 2

macklin celebrini/will smith

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you're enjoying it. Chapter 2 is still a work in progress, but here's a tiny sneak peak 👀

I am so so so happy about this 🥹 any chance after the other 2 stories are update the mobfic gets a turn? 👉👈

Yes, absolutely!

@artisanjelly and I have been talking about the mobfic over the past few days and I’ve never been more motivated to keep writing. Honestly, whatever update comes next is thanks to them. I’ve made some changes to my original plan for that fic and I’m really eager to share the next chapter. Also I’m excited to introduce some bedmint into this universe 👀

soft

The room narrows with every name Will says. Too many debts, too many grudges, too many deals left open. He needs people who won’t fold, muscle he can count on to keep things moving while supply lasts. They can’t afford to stall, not now, not with Warso waiting for a crack to crawl through.

“Fuck,” Leno spits out, eyes fixed on the floor.

“Can we trust any of these guys?” Gabe asks, voice soft, the kind of softness that comes from knowing when to tread lightly.

And that’s the fucking question, isn’t it?

P.s. do you have any idea when you'll post the first part of the mobfic? No pressure, just very excited <3

Will’s words hang in the air, blunt enough to make Leno flinch. 

Sweat darkens Leno’s shirt, beads running down his neck, soaking the fabric. His good eye flicks between Will and Gabe, never settling. The other twitches faintly. It must hurt, but Will can’t bring himself to care.

Leno swallows hard. “They said it’s a matter of time.” Each word comes out tight, forced past his teeth. “Said now that Bill’s dead, they own us. Told Cat to get on her fucking knees—”

Will stands fast enough to send his chair skidding back. He grabs it, lifts it over his head, and hurls it at the wall. The drywall caves easily, dust spilling down as the chair clatters across the room.

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