mafia

Harry really fucking hates Louis. Louis really fucking hates Harry, kinda. Two boys from two separate Mafia’s are forced to meet somewhere in the middle. Louis is burdened with a child and Harry is burdened with Louis.

“I knew you were too perfect, of course you had to be the leader of a Mafia… Of all things, the leader of a Mafia!”

Crouching down in front of him, Derek tilted his head, eyes raking over Stiles’ face, unfazed by the death glare he was receiving in return. “I really hope your father cooperates, Stiles. I don’t want to have to hurt you.” Stiles scoffed in disbelief; that almost sounded sincere. "Oh right, like I'm gonna believe the mafia boss gives a shit what happens to the Sheriff's kid." His heart was pounding in his chest beneath his false bravado, so loud he was sure even Derek could hear it. Derek reached out as he spoke next, cupping Stiles’ chin in his hand. “Well it would certainly be a shame to ruin such a pretty face.” His eyes bored into Stiles’, heat rising in Stiles’ bones. OR based off this gifset by Rena (with permission).