I'll Always Be By Your Side

by KazuhaSupremacy

Summary:

“Why do you trust me with this information when we just met like ten minutes ago?” they questioned, curious. Mafioso reached out and took their hand in his.

“Because you seem like someone I would trust my life with.” Chance’s eyes widened as their face slowly became red.

“Oh, stop being so cheesy,” the Gambler chuckled, quickly snatching their hand back, even when they want to be held like that forever. Mafioso only let out a low chuckle.

“I only say what’s true.”

Chapter 1: Chapter 1

The rain pelting softly on the windows gave the owner of the casino, Chance, a relaxing background sound as he pulled another all nighter, filling out worksheet after worksheet of people who still owed him money, and anything in general that the casino needed. It was currently 2:00 AM in the morning, with a ton of paper work towering over them. Chance sighed as they set their pen down, and began reaching across their desk for their mug. Bringing it up to their lips. They realized they had already drained the entire cup of coffee. Letting out a tired sigh, they got up and made their way across the room, getting the coffee machine ready. Spade, their adorable little bunny they brought with them tonight, nudged at their feet. Chance gave a small smile as they bent down to give their bunny scratches behind the ears. While in the same position, they reached up to grab a baby carrot and held it out as Spade ate from their hands. Their coffee machine beeped, signaling their coffee was ready as Spade hopped back to his plush bed. Straightening up with multiple pops from within their body they picked up the coffee mug and sat back down on their seat, getting back to work.

While organizing their paper work, a letter fell out of the pile. Landing on the ground with a soft thump. Groaning, they bent down to pick up the white envelope. Leaning back in their seat, they carefully tore open the letter, fishing the paper from the envelope, and unfolding the paper inside.

“Greetings, Mister Chance,
I certainly hope this letter finds you well. The name of this sender is Mafioso. I would like to have a meeting with you to discuss about things. If you are, let us meet at the bar located in your casein at 10:00 PM on a Friday night. If you are not interested, send a letter back and please, ignore this. Thank you for taking your time to read this.” -Mafioso

Mafioso, huh? Chance thought to themselves as they set the letter aside and picked up their pen, tapping it against their chin. They were sure they'd heard the name before. The Gambler has heard about him from people coming to gamble at their casino, something about his mysterious aurora and him collecting best. But Chance? They have no debt, meaning that reason would be crossed off the list. Maybe a meeting about business and partnership? They weren’t interested in those and the one they had trusted betrayed them. Just thinking about their old business partner, Itrapped, sent shivers down their spine. The scar on their back was a painful reminder of the betrayal of the person they trusted so much like their family. They were never as open as they were back then. Ever since then, they have turned down every partnership opportunity, scared that the same thing would happen again if they were to accept and the lingering fear that they wouldn’t make it out alive this time. But this happened almost three years ago, maybe change and trusting someone again one more time wouldn’t hurt? Maybe they should go and meet this Mafioso guy and see what type of person he was. Then they’ll decide if he was trustworthy. Groaning they pressed a hand to their throbbing temple. All this thinking was making their head hurt and they got an entire night ahead of them to fill out paperwork. This meeting with this mysterious guy is tomorrow and they have to get everything prepared.

Sunlight spelt across the room onto a softly snoring Chance, arms sprawled all over the desk.
A small puddle of drool laid where the Gambler’s lips parted. Unaware of the small bundle of fur on their desk, they slept peacefully, tired from pulling an all nighter. Spade, the dutiful bunny he was, hopped towards Chance with little thumps of his bunny foot coming in contact with the table, nudged them on the head. Chance gave a small groan before their face relaxed again. The bunny frowned, using his paws to swat at their head. The gambler finally cracked open an eye, seeing a big fluffy creature stare at them with their big cute eyes, jumped from where they laid onto their chair, a hand placed where their heart would be, and began breathing in and out hard.

“Oh my Admins, don’t do that again Spade! You scared the living crap out of me,” they mumbled as they wiped the drool from their lips. Spade just loafed there and gave an innocent tilt of his head, making Chance’s heart melt from the pure cuteness of their adorable fluffball. They sighed, giving Spade little pats on the head as they pulled out fresh hay from a drawer where all the things Spade needs are. Spade quickly made his way next to Chance as he began devouring his breakfast happily. The Gambler smiled at their bunny as they got up to get a good stretch in before starting the day. After releasing multiple pops from their body, they made their way to the built in bathroom located to the right of their office. Their office space had all the things they needed in case they needed to pull an all nighter like this one.

After taking a relaxing shower, Chance wrapped a towel around themselves as they made their way to the sink to finish their morning routine. They opened a closet where they found a white, comfy oversized hoodie with a pair of black sweatpants. Putting them on, Chance almost forgot what it was like to wear them when they wore mostly suits for public appearances. Sighing, they hugged themselves to let the comfyness of the cotton fabric soak into their skin. Swinging the door open, they were met with Spade jumping into their arms. They held him in their hands as they lifted him to nuzzle his nose to theirs.

“Let’s go home Spade, yeah?” they laughed when Spade burrowed himself further into Chance's chest. Picking up their items, Chance made their way to the taxi they called with Spade in their arms.

“Where’s the destination, sir?” the driver asked, eyes staring ahead on the road.

“Oh, can you drive us to ________ street? Thank you.”

The drive was short being Chance was close to the Casino. Their home was about ten minutes away driving but twenty when walking. The building blurred as they passed each one. The taxi screeched to a halt and Chance handed the driver the amount they owed and thanked him for a ride. Digging into their bag for their keys, they fished them out and opened the door. Chance had to make preparations such as where Spade is going for the night, what they were going to wear, and when they should start preparing. Fumbling for their phone, Chance called a number they had known for a long time. The phone rang for a couple seconds before the other person on the line picked up.

“Hello? This is Elliot, who is calling?”

“Elliot! This is Chance calling. How are you fairing these days?” Chance asked him.

“Oh, Chance! I’ve been fairing pretty well these days. You don’t call me often, do you need anything?” the person on the other end questioned. Chance scratched their neck.

“Well, I kind of do. This is what happened. I got a letter from a guy called Mafioso and he wanted to meet up with me to discuss something. Knowing that you have a day off today, would you be okay with taking care of Spade for tonight? I don’t know when I might come back home.” There was a long pause on the other end.

“Chance, you’ll be careful with this person right? I know what happened to the last person you trusted with your business and I don’t want the same fate to happen to you again. Just make sure to be safe and don’t get hurt when discussing with this person, okay. You know I’m worried about you.” Elliot quickly spoke on the other end. Chance was shaking at the reminder of what happened with their previous business partner. They were so glad to have someone who cared about what happened to them last time. The Gambler let a out a sigh and answered,

“Of course I’ll be careful. This is the first time I’ve decided to meet up with someone in almost three years. Don' t worry, Elliot. I’ll make sure to take care of myself.” Chance reassured him.

“Good, good. Now what time would you like to drop off Spade?”

Getting ready was the hard part. Chance hasn’t dressed for a business discussion for a long time so it was normal for them to struggle with getting ready. They shuffled through rows and rows of suits. Without any other idea, they reached for the white and black one and looked at themselves in the mirror. ‘This looks good enough,’ Chance thought as they began putting on the suit. Looking at the mirror again, the suit doesn’t look that bad overall. The outfit fits with their looks but they needed a different type of fedora. Rummaging through their closet again, they found a white fedora with a matching pair of glasses. Bringing the accessories to the bathroom, they began combing their hair to fit the style. Placing on the fedora and the glasses, they looked like they were ready to go. Spade was hopping around them in excitement.

“Do I look good, Spade?” Chance smiled, ruffling his soft fur. Spade let out a rumble and a nod of approval. The Gambler let out a small giggle. “You’re the cutest, I swear.” They picked him up and gave Spade a little peck on the cheek. “Okay, I gotta take you to Elliot’s house now, let’s go.” Cradling Spade in their arms, they grabbed all of the materials Spade needed for a night at Elliots and began heading for the door.

Chance knocked on Elliot’s front door before stepping back as the owner of the house opened the barrier blocking their way. The pizza worker grabbed Chance’s arms and pulled them into the small apartment building.
“You can set Spades’ needs over there on the table by the couch. I also need to talk to you before you go.”
Chance set the materials and food on the small wooden table after setting Spade on the ground. Enthusiastically, Spade hopped towards Elliot, thumping his leg as a demand to be picked up. The blonde smiled as he knelt down and picked up the big fluff ball of cuteness. Chance chuckled at the sight.

The two friends and the rabbit all settled down and got comfortable on the couch.

“What do you want to talk about?” Chance asked as they began setting up the bed for Spade.

“I want to talk about the guy you’re going to see tonight,” Elliot replied. The Gambler’s hands came to a stop as they turned around to face their dear friend. The pizza man took both of their hands in his. “Chance, promise me you’ll be careful around this guy. You don’t know who and how he is and if you don’t feel safe, run out of there, okay?” Elliot asked frantically, scaring Chance.

“Y-yeah, man. Of course, I promise. Thank you for wanting to look out for me.” Chance was so grateful to have someone like Elliot as a friend. He was caring towards others, and knows how others feel.

The taxi pulled up to their casino. The bright neon lights attract almost everyone's attention, which can also be blinding. Chance thanked the taxi drive and made sure to tip them extra. Stepping onto the concrete floor, the cold night breeze whistled past him as machines and voices sounded from the entrance. Sighing to get their nerves under control, they plastered a confident smile on their face. Reaching a hand out, they pushed open the front entrance. The noise heard from outside grew two times the volume as more neon lights flashed. Many of the people there recognized them as they walked past. Some called out to them for a round of poker. But Chance, who has a meeting tonight, politely declined, and continued making their way to the bar. The bar was darker than the actual area where you gamble. As Chance took a seat by the table and ordered a fruit tea to drink, not wanting to drink anything too strong tonight, and shooed the bartender away. They fished out their phone, 9:50 AM. If this Mafioso guy wasn’t lying about wanting a meeting, then he’ll show up in ten minutes. Otherwise, Chance will just leave. In the meantime, Chance stayed on their phone, scrolling through social media until Elliot texted them. He sent them a photo of Spade sleeping on his lap. Chance giggled at the cute photo before sending, “He’s spoiled.” before starting to work on some things they needed to fill out on their phone.

Ten minutes passed quicker than Chance thought. So when someone cleared their throat behind them, they could have sworn they jumped four inches out of their seat. Getting their heart rate back to normal, they turned around and glared at the newcomer.

“Don’t do th-” all the breath was taken away from them as they finally got a good look at the man in front of them. The man was definitely taller than Chance, dressed in a suit with bits of golden accessories here and there. He also wore a black fedora that would have looked like Chance’s if it was white instead. Chance steadied themselves and went back to glaring at the man in front of him. “As I said, don’t scare me like that. I almost got a heart attack for the second time in one day!” they exclaimed as the mafia looking guy took a seat next to them. He called over the bartender and placed an order of some type of wine Chance never tried or had. He turned around with a smile and stretched out a hand towards Chance.

“Mafioso, pleasure meeting you,” Mafioso said, still waiting for the handshake. “My apology for scaring you earlier.” The Gambler took Mafioso’s hand and answered, “Chance, and apology accepted.” The bartender came back with their orders.

“Now, let’s start talking about what I came here for. I want to make a deal or an offer with you, Chance.” Mafioso explained, sipping on the wine he had ordered. Chance raised a brow.

“And the deal is…?”

“You share the information you have about the people who still owe debt, and I’ll give you protection.” Chance gave the offer some thought. The deal was too good to be true. Chance has a lot of information on people who are in debt/still owes money. But with protection…?

“What do you benefit from this deal? This seems too sweet to me.” Mafioso tilted his head, a smile crept to his face.

“My group is like the mafia. We go out and collect debt as a job. As a debt collector, the information can help us greatly and we can also help you when on the job. We can go after the people that still owe us debt and you get protection with the offer. So, do we have a deal?” he asked, bringing his glass up to his lips. Chance gave the offer another thought as they drank their fruit tea. The last time they trusted someone…no, stop going back to that, focus on the present. This Mafioso guy seems genuine about their offer. Maybe they could open up and trust this guy just this once?

“Deal.” Chance held out their hand to seal the offer. Mafioso reached out and gave them a firm handshake. He waved for the bartender and asked for a piece of paper and pen. Mafioso scribbled something on there and handed it to Chance.

“My number and address with work location if you ever need me.” The Gambler looked down on the sheet of paper.

“Why do you trust me with this information when we just met like ten minutes ago?” they questioned, curious. Mafioso reached out and took their hand in his.

“Because you seem like someone I would trust my life with.” Chance’s eyes widened as their face slowly became red.

“Oh, stop being so cheesy,” the Gambler chuckled, quickly snatching their hand back, even when they want to be held like that forever. Mafioso only let out a low chuckle. “I only say what’s true.” They stayed and chatted for a little longer than Chance should have stayed. But this is the first time Chance felt safe enough to open to someone else.

“I have to go now. It’s getting very late.” Chance said as they got up from their seat. Mafioso glanced up and gave them a smile.

“Pleasure meeting you and please, stay safe.” As Chance made their way to the exit, something pulled at their guts, telling them to find another way to exit. But Chance shrugged off the feeling, ignoring the warning and pulled open the door. A cool breeze blew past them as they grabbed their phone to dial in the taxi’s number. Then something in the shadows moved. Chance snapped their head up from their phone, looking around their surroundings to make sure everything was normal and went back to dialing in the number. Just when they were about to click the call button, a hand shot out and grabbed their wrist, pulling them over. Chance’s heart stopped, their blood froze as they got a good glance at who had pulled them to the other side of the entrance. There, dressed in blue with an ice crown, was Itrapped, the one person Chance wished to never see again after that one fateful day. A sickening sweet smile was plastered on his face as he looked down at Chance.

“Well, look who we have here? How are you fairing, sweetie?” he asked, the grip on their wrist became tighter. They snarled trying to pull their wrist from their hands. How dare this man walk up to them after what he did and ask them how they were doing like nothing had happened between them?

“Get away from me!” they exclaimed, tugging their arm away from Itrapped. His smile faded just a little before tightening.

“Now, now, why so mean, Chance? I promise it was an accident. I didn’t mean it-”

“Shut up! What do you mean you didn’t mean to try and kill me? You’re are the worst fucking liar I’ve ever s-” all the air was knocked out of them as Itrapped slammed them against the wall, hard. The smile was long gone, replaced by an angry frown.

“How dare you talk to me like that you little bit-” Chance flinched when they saw the fist aimed at their face. They shut their eyes, ready for the pain, but nothing came. Cracking their eyes open just a bit, they gasped as they witnessed Mafioso holding Itrapped’s fist from colliding with their face. Pushing him away, Mafioso grabbed Chance by the waist and held them close to his side.
“Get your ass out of here right now before I make you wish you never messed with them.” Mafioso snarled, causing Itrapped to back away and curse under his breath. Letting out a small tsk, he quickly ran away from the scene. Mafioso looked down at Chance with concern and worry. “Are you okay? Hurt anywhere?” he asked, searching their body for signs of injuries. Chance shook their head.

“N-no, I’m not hurt anywhere.”

“Good,” he replied, straightening back up.

“How did you know I was in danger?” chanced asked as Mafioso pulled them back inside the building.

“I was just about to leave when I heard yelling at the other side of the entrance. You also dropped your phone. I got worried so I thought I would check. And I’m glad I did.” he explained, handing Chance their phone back. “You’re shaking. You sure you’re not hurt?” Chance looked down at their hands. They were shaking, but not that bad.

“Yeah. I’m fine. You got there before he could have done something worse.” There was a silence that followed. It wasn’t the terrible type. It was more of a comforting type. Mafioso seemed to be deep in thought. He turned towards Chance, breaking the silence by asking, “You should come to my house tonight,” he said nonchalantly. “That guy might come back after realizing that I left and you're an open target.” Chance stared at him, mouth agape like he just asked them to eat raw fish.

“We just met like twenty minutes ago and you’re thinking of inviting me, someone you don’t know well, to your house?” Chance exclaimed, waving their hands around in a dramatic way. Mafioso only smirked. ‘Cute,’ he thought.

“But you’ll be safer that way. Besides, this was our deal. You give us information, and we’ll offer you protection. Better proving this offer was real than a scam.” Chance didn’t want to accept not because they didn’t want to go. It was, they didn’t want to be another burden. There were two other options. One, they could call Elliot. But knowing him, he would have already been asleep. The other option was to go home themselves, but Itrapped is still out there somewhere. He could still be out there, waiting for them to come out by themselves after making sure that Mafioso had left. Chance let out a sigh and glanced at Mafioso.

“Fine.”

 

They arrived at Mafioso’s house - or mansion - and he gave Chance directions. “Your room will be next to mine. There’s a bathroom connected to both mine and your room. You must still be hungry right now. Go take a shower and I’ll prepare something for you to eat.” Chance peeked into their room. It looked cozy and the bed was big. But there was only one problem.

“I don’t have anything comfy to wear to sleep…” they sulked quietly. But thanks to the sharp ears Mafioso has, he heard what they murmured.

“I’ll get you something to wear. Just go and shower.”

 

Apparently what Mafioso meant was giving Chance his clothes. On the counter of the sink, was a hoodie way too big for them, and a pair of shorts, which Mafioso said was the smallest pair he had. Sighing, they unwrapped the towel around them, letting it fall to the ground and began dressing. The fabric was super comfy, and Chance snuggled into it. ‘It smells just like him too.’ Chance thought, snuggling deeper. They snapped their head up and their face turned red. ‘What am I even thinking about!’ They shook their head, jumping as they heard a knock on their bedroom door. “Comming!” When they opened the door, they could have sworn they forgot how to breathe. In front of them, was Mafioso, in a black tight shirt that highlights every part of his abs and muscles. They didn’t know how long they stared until they were snapped out of it when Mafioso cleared his throat. The Gambler jumped, face flushed and red like a tomato.

“AH! Oh my Admins, I’m so sorry!” Chance quickly apologized, only to have Mafioso let out a low chuckle.

“Dont’ worry it’s fine. The food is on the table when you’re ready to eat. If you need anything throughout the night, make sure to head to my room to get me, okay?” they could only nod their head. And just as they thought Mafioso was going to leave it at that, he turned around and said, “You look cute in my hoodie and shorts by the way,” with a smirk and left. Chance’s face felt two times hotter and they slammed the door shut. Launching themselves onto the bed, they screamed into a pillow. ‘OH. MY ADMINS. THIS. GUY. IS. INSUFFERABLE.’ They screamed for a couple more seconds, calming themselves down, before making their way to the kitchen. There was a flavorful aroma floating through the room as Chance spots a plate of pasta on the table. Sitting down, they picked up the fork and took a bite of the food. Their eyes widened as flavors burst in their mouths and finished the plate in less than ten minutes. The Gambler washed the plates in the sink and trekked back towards their room. Flipping their lights off, they pulled the blanket over themselves and snuggled into the borrowed hoodie. They scrolled for a bit on their phone until they started yawning constantly. Shutting off the device, they pull the heavy blanket over themselves and shut their eyes, falling into fitful sleep.

Panting hard, Chance ran faster than they probably ever ran in their life.
“Did you really think you could run away from me?” Itrapped’s voice echoed with every turn Chance made. Without looking back, they kept running, and running, and running, until they bumped into something solid in front of them. Itrapped’s body loomed over them as they trembled in fear. “If you thought you could ever escape me, you’re wrong, sweetie.” A sword was summoned and Chance tried to run away but he grabbed them faster than they could run. “Good night.” he said as he ran the sword clean through them. White pain blossomed through their body and they let out a feral scream. Tears streamed down their face and they looked at Itrapped’s sickening smile above them. He let go of their body and they fell to the ground, everything blackening around them.

“Chance, wake up!”

Chance jolted awake, sweat covering their body and tears streaming down their face. Besides them was a worried Mafioso. He grabbed a towel and began wiping Chance’s sweat and tears off their body and face.

“Shhh, it's okay. It was just a nightmare.” he reassured as Chance began to sniffle and cry. Chance reached out and Mafioso wrapped his arm around them, bringing them into a hug. “It’s okay, let it out. I’m right here.” Mafioso began rubbing comforting circles on their back. After about ten minutes, Chance’s sniffling started dying down. Mafioso gently pushed Chance back down on their bed, tucking them in and began to leave. But a hand shot out from under the covers and grabbed him, stopping him in his tracks.

“Stay, please.” Chance pleaded, tear streaks still apparent on their face. Mafioso’s face softened and reached down to wipe away the stray tears.

“Of course. Anything that makes you feel comfortable and safe.” Pulling up the heavy blanket, Mafioso made himself space next to Chance. He wrapped an arm around them, pulling them closer and Chance snuggled into Mafioso’s chest. “There we go. It was all just a nightmare, see? I’ll never let him hurt you okay? You’re safe with me. I promise. I’m right here.” Their eyes began drooping as sleep took over them. They felt drowsy and fell into peaceful slumber with the solid warmth murmuring reassurance next to them.

Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Summary:

I'm so sorry this chapter is so short and took so long to get out. I promise the next chapter will be longer. I was busy all week and couldn't get much in.

Sunlight streamed through the windows into the cozy bedroom, coating the place with warmth. Chance woke up, rubbing their tired eyes. What happened last night flashed through their mind, causing their pale face to light up with red. ‘Oh my Admins, I just met the guy not even a day ago and whatever happened last night happened?’ they screamed in their head. The grey haired man tossed and turned in their bed, the warmth next to them already began to fade. ‘Where’d he go?’ Chance wished Mafioso was still next to them, offering his body heat. ‘What am I even thinking?’ they thought, snuggling into the blankets that lingered Mafioso’s scent. The blankets were so comfy. They reached over to the nightstand, grabbing their phone. Elliot had texted them. ‘Where are you at? Are you okay?’ Chance sighed as a tired smile crept onto their face. You can always count on Elliot to worry. ‘I’m fine. Mafioso took me to his house and I stayed for the night.’ Not the whole truth but also not a lie. They left out the part where they met Itrapped again, not wanting to worry the pizza worker. Setting their phone down, they stayed in the sheets for another minute or so before throwing the blanket off of them. Slowly and quietly, they placed their bare feet onto the cold floor. The Gambler made their way to the bathroom, getting ready for the day. They looked at themselves in the mirror, grimacing at how messed up they looked. Their eyes were still a little red from last night and their hair was sticking out from every angle. Sighing, they turned on the faucet, bending down and splashing water onto their face and giving it a rub. They reached for the closest towel, patting their face dry. Chance grabbed the brush, pausing for a moment to admire the cute bunny print, and began fixing their hair.

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Opening the bedroom door, Chance was hit with a wall of breakfast scented aroma. Sizzling and clinking sounded from the kitchen. They peeked around the corner to find Mafioso, who was still dressed in that infuriating tight black tank top, standing in front of the stove with a spatula in hand. He turned around and smiled when he spotted Chance making their way towards the kitchen.

“Ah, you’re awake. How’d you sleep?” Chance hummed as they came to a stop in front of him.

“I slept well.”

“That’s good. Why don’t you help set up the table?” The Gambler opened a cabinet and pulled out two glasses. They then made their way to the fridge, rummaging through it until they found the milk jug. They poured an even amount into both the glasses and set them on the table” Mafioso flipped the omelet onto the plates and made his way to the table. Both sat down and picked up their tableware. Chance ate two bites before stopping and looking towards Mafioso. He raised a brow. “Something on your mind?” The Gambled suddenly became flustered.

“Um, I wanted to thank you for being there for me last night.” they muttered, “You didn’t have two, but you still did, so thank you.” Mafioso’s lips lifted at the end by a bit.

“Of course. You don’t have to thank me. Anything to make you feel safe.” They fell into a comfortable silence as they finished up the rest of their breakfast. Mafioso washed the dishes as Chance wiped the table.

“...does that make us friends now?” Chance suddenly asked?

“Hmm?”

“Are we friends now?” Mafioso stopped his movements and turned to face them, wiping his hand on the apron he’s wearing.

“Of course. I thought we were friends from the moment we met.”
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The ride back to Elliot’s apartment was silent as thoughts of Mafioso churned in their head. The taxi halted and Chance ran up the steps. They knocked, and Elliot pulled them in as soon as he opened the door. Spade hopped up to them, nuzzling their leg.

“Tell me everything that happened.”

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“So you’re telling me, you met this guy at the Casino, he took you home, AND. HE. SLEPT. WITH. YOU?” Elliot exclaimed, shaking Chance.

“I-it’s not what you think!” They tried to explain themselves. Chance’s head was dizzy while Spade hopped around their leg, demanding the Gambler to spill the tea. “He was in the same bed with me because I asked him to after he comforted me when I had a nightmare!” They finally got out.

“Oh. But hey, are you also borrowing his clothes or am I being delulu?”

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Chance unlocked the front door of their house. They set Spade down and he immediately hopped towards the couch where the sunlight pours in. They sighed, how could they have forgotten to change out of his clothes? They sat on the couch next to Spade, patting his fluffy head as they scroll through social media. They kept scrolling and scrolling until something caught their attention: CASINO OWNER AND CEO MAFIA BOSS CAUGHT WITH EACH OTHER? There was a photo of the two leaving the Casino after Mafioso offered to take them to his house. Under the comments section, many people began gossiping and theorizing, some agreeing that they saw them together and others speculating the two are dating. Chance let out an embarrassed groan and the more they read, the more their face began to grow flush. There were more than one post about them, all talking about them being in a secret relationship. Having enough, they scared Spade by chucking their phone across the room, burying their face in their face.

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Time passed faster when Chance worked on the files. Before they left Mafioso’s house, they promised to work on some files on the people that still owe debt and hand it to him the next time they meet. They already added Mafioso’s number on their phone and they texted for a little before Chance got to work. They were going to continue to work until their phone dinged and a message from Mafioso appeared.

‘Chance, would you be okay with me bringing my goons to your house?’ Chance typed back a response.’

‘Sure, I don’t see why not.’ They set the phone down and got up to grab a cup of water. When the Gambler came back, they got another text from Mafioso.

“Just finished a mission, we’ll be there soon.’ If Mafioso and his goons are coming right now, they probably haven't eaten anything yet. Maybe they could cook something for them?

‘How many of your goons are coming? Also, how do you know where I live-’

‘I know my sources. ;)’ ugh, this man is insufferable. Getting up once again, Chance made their way back into the kitchen and began working. They pulled the ingredients out from the fridge and cabinets and got to work. They washed the rice, measured the amount of water, and placed the bowl into the rice cooker. Chance grabbed another bowl and cracked five eggs, mixing them all together before steaming them. They sliced up tomatoes and added it to the soup they were making, along with some seaweed. The Gambler continued and soon, the smell of food flooded though the house. A knock on the door caused Chance to shut off the stove and quickly made their way to the door. The Gambler pulled it open and was met with Mafioso and his four goons behind him.

“Hi Mafioso. And you four over there! Come in! I hope you’re hungry, cause I made dinner.” The goons behind him perked up at the topic of food and Mafioso gave a nod.

“Thank you.” Chance waved him off.

“Awww, it’s no problem. Now, come in!” The grey haired man rushed back into the kitchen to get the food ready as the group stood around in the living room. “You can take a seat at the table if you’d like. And you can place your weapons by the door if you want to.” Chance called out.

“Go ahead, boys. Put your weapons away and take a seat at the table. I’ll be with you soon.” Mafioso ordered as he made his way to the kitchen. He smirked at Chance from behind. “It seems you’re still wearing my sweater from yesterday.” He teased, amused as he watched Chance’s ears flush.

“Ah, I’m sorry, I forgot to give it back to you before leaving. I’ll give it back to you before you leave if you’d like.” They tried to explain, plating the food onto the plate. Mafioso let out a small laugh.

“I’m joking. You can keep the sweater if you like. I was just teasing you.” Chance glared but there was no actual anger in their eyes.

“Ugh, you bastard! Stop smirking and go scoop the rice into the bowls!”

“Yes, princess.” Chance’s face became ten times hotter.

 

Soon, the table was filled with Chance’s cooking. Bowls of rice and soup sat in front of everyone and plates of vegetables, meat, and seafood sat in the middle.

“Woah, the food looks so yummy!” one of the mafialings with a black hat sitting on top of their head said. The other three agreed. Chance sat down along with Mafioso as they passed a plate to everyone.

“Let’s introduce ourselves while eating. I’m Chance. What about you guys?”

“I’m Contactee!” the one that just spoke answered, digging into his bowl of rice.
“I'm Soldier.” the one wearing a ushanka replied.

“Consigliere,” a short reply from the one in a white top hat.

“Caporegime,” from the one wearing glasses almost like Chance. All of them began eating and chatting away.

“Dude, your cooking is so good! This is one of the best food we had in months!” Soldier said, stuffing his face.

“I agree. The food is very delicious. Have you ever considered becoming a chef?” Mafioso agreed, complimenting Chance. The Gambler just giggled, taking in the compliments.

The six continued eating and enjoying every dish. By the end, all four of the mafialings were stuffed and Chance loaded the dish washer.

“Oh wait, I forgot about something. Maf, can you load the rest of the dishes for me?”

“Of course.” As Chance made their way to their room, the mafialings looked at one another.

“Did Chance just call our boss Maf?” Contactee asked, eyes wide.

“Yeah! I knew my ears didn’t hear wrong. Boss would have our ears pulled if we called him something else.” Soldier agreed. Contactee gasped.

“Do you think they’re dat-” Caporegime slapped a hand to his mouth.

“What are you guys talking about?” Mafioso asked, confused.

“N-nothing, Boss!” He shrugged his shoulders and hummed.

“Sorry buddy, I didn’t mean to forget about feeding you.” Chance’s voice could be heard from the end of the hallway. The mafialings turned to each other. Who are they talking to? Chance reappeared with a fat bunny in their arms. “Hey Mafioso? Can you hold Spade for a bit? I need to go and grab his food.” Mafioso nodded. As Chance passed the bunny to him, their fingers brushed, causing both of them to linger like that for a little more. Then, a second later, Chance ran to the kitchen. Spade looked up at Mafioso, deciding he was a good person, and snuggled into him. The Mafia began giving the bunny head pats.

“Did you see that?” Contactee muttered. The other three nodded. Another was going to talk until they saw the glare their boss was sending them, causing them to shut their mouth. Chance came back with a handful of hay, grabbing Spade out of Mafioso’s arms

and began hand feeding him. Spade happily munched on his dinner while being scratched behind the ear by his owner.

“You never told me you had a bunny.” Mafioso said, watching Spade eat. They both moved to sit on the couch where the goons were.

“I kind of forgot.” Spade looked up, as if asking, “how could you forget about me?’ and his ear drooped. “No Spade! I’m so sorry! There were so many things I had to tend to that you slipped my mind. But it doesn’t mean I forgot about you! I love you, I promise.”

Chance lifted the bunny up and gave him little kisses all over the face. Liking all of the attention, the bunny seemed to forgive his owner. Mafioso and the goons watched the interaction between men and bunny in silence.

“You two seem super close.” Mafioso said, watching as Chance set Spade down onto the flush couch. That fat bunny slowly hopped towards Mafioso, nose twitching as he climbed onto his lap. The Mafia continued to scratch the bunny on the head.

“Huh, it looks like he likes you.” Spade doesn’t really enjoy other people’s company. He’s shy.”

“Well, maybe something changed.” Chance looked up, as if just remembering they weren’t alone. “You guys wanna share some stories about your past?”

By the time most of them shared a ton of stories, Spade fell asleep on Mafioso’ lap.

“Do you have the files, Chance?” He asked, fingers combing through Spade’s soft fur.

“Oh, yeah! Hold on, let me go and get it. Be right back.” The Gambler got up and went to their room to get what they needed.

“Here are the files you needed.” Chance said, dumping the files onto the table. There were at least two stacks as tall as Consigliere’s hat. The goons jaw dropped to the ground.

“You managed to get the information and filled out this much all in one day?” Contactee exclaimed, waving his arms. “I get tired from just finishing one mission!” Chance just laughed.

“Oh it’s nothing really. Anything to help make your job easier.”

“Thank you so much for taking your time and filling out the files, Chance. It’s starting to get late. We need to get going. Once again, thank you for the food and letting us stay for a bit.” Chance nodded, scooping Spade out of his lap. The goons also thanked

Chance before going to the door.

“Of course! Make sure to come back and visit more often!” Chance said, waving them out the door.

Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Summary:

No beta read. There might be mistakes

Chance got dressed, needing to get to the Casino. Originally, they were going to stay home tonight with Spade but something came up at the Casino, as usual. Fixing their fedora, Chance gave Spade one last kiss on the head before leaving the building. They weren’t really worried about Spade because they taught him what to do. There was food and water filled in his bowl to the brim. Since the Casino wasn’t really that far, Chance began walking down the street. They stopped by a boba tea shop to get a drink to fulfill their thirst.

“Can I get an order of original milk tea with boba?” they asked the worker at the front counter. They didn’t really want anything too sweet or special tonight so classic it was.

“Alright, anything else?” the worker asked. The Gambler shook their head. “Okay, that will be $5, please.” Handing over the money, they made their way to the tables, sitting down on the cushioned chair and waited for their order to be completed. They took out their phone and began swiping through their friend group’s messages.

“An original milk tea with boba for Chance?” one of the workers called, placing the cup with brown liquid on the counter. The grey haired man got up and made their way towards the drink.

“Thank you.” they said as they added a little tip to the jar.

“Of course! Make sure to come back again!”

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Pushing the doors of the Casino open, noise flooded their ears. One of the workers ran towards them, the one that called them, telling them that they were needed at the place.

“M-mister Chance! One of the machines broke down and they need maintenance to get it fixed.” they worker rambled. Chance raised an eyebrow.

“Hey, slow down. Why don’t you explain to me what happened first?” they said calmly, placing a hand on his shoulder. He let out a sigh before beginning.

“There was a man that had too much to drink. They wandered back to the gambling section, apparently wanting to gamble more, thinking they could win. But the more they began losing, the angrier they got. They began hitting the machine and soon stormed to the bar area where the bartender saw him grab a chair and went away. Then there was a loud bang sound that I heard from where I was working that caused me to turn. What I saw was the drunkard banging the chair on the machine, causing it to break down. We called the police on the man and he got arrested. You might want to see the damage yourself, Mister Chance.” Of course. Some stupid drunkard had some stupid idea that ended up with more work for Chance to deal with. Sighing, they rubbed their face with one hand and looked at the worker.

“Why don’t you lead the way and show me the damage?”

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The broken slot machine stood out from the rest that was next to it. The lights were dimmed and dark, while the others shone and caught others attention. There were pieces of the machine shattered and scattered around the area, with rubble here and there. Chance’s eyes twitched as they took in the damage done to one of their machines. Inhaling and exhaling, they turned towards the worker.

“Hey…” they looked at his name tag. “Jace. Tell you what. Over there under the cabinet, there is a maintenance sticker with yellow tape. Go and grab it for me, yeah? Then, you're free for the night.” Jace looked at them in the eyes, surprise apparent on their face.

“Really?”

“Really. Just go and grab it and place it somewhere over here. I need to go to my office. Once you finish the task, you can go home.”

“Oh, thank you so much, boss!” Without hesitation, Jace ran to where the tape and stickers were located. Letting out another sigh with a tired smile plastered on their face, Chance made their way to their office. Digging into their pocket, they fished out the key and turned the door knob open. They switched the light switch open and a faint yellow light illuminated the room. Grabbing some of the markers and some other supplies, they made their way back to the area, sitting in a seat with their boba. They began scribbling on the sticker and picked up their phone to dial the company. The Gambler brought the phone up to their ear.

“Hello?” the other asked.

“Hi! This is Chance, the Casino owner. So apparently, someone got mad and broke down the machine. Could you please come over sometime to come and help me fix it?”

“Oh yeah, of course. Can I have the location and how severe the damage is.”

“Of course! The address is ______ street and the damage is pretty severe. I’ll send a photo to you.”

“Alright, I got all of that down. Send me that photo as soon as you can and I’ll call you tomorrow to let you know my crew and I have arrived tomorrow.” They talked on a phone for a little more before Chance hung up and went to take a photo of the damage. They wrapped the yellow tape around the machine and slapped the maintenance sticker on it. Calling it okay for now, Chance grabbed their cup of boba tea and walked back into their room, shutting it and locking the door. They sat down on the couch they had in the office, the front of their hand pressed to their head. Sighing, they forced themself to get up. They shouldn’t just waste time and be all lazy. They needed to get at least something done.

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Settling in their chair, Chance pulled open the drawer and pulled out a gigantic stack of files. Picking up their pen, they began to slowly fill out the files Mafioso needed. As time passed by, their eyes began to droop. Pressing a hand to their lips as they yawned, they pulled a blanket from their closet and settled back down on the couch. They cuddled next to a bear plushie their mom had gotten them and pulled the blanket over them. Clapping their hands together to dim off the lights, Chance let out a content sigh as they slipped their eyes shut, slowly drifting into dreamland.

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A loud ringing sounded through the room at 5 AM, causing a certain dozing Gambler to jump awake from their slumber. Grumbling, Chance picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Chance! We’re outside waiting for you to open the door to fix the machine. Can you come down and open the door for us?” Chance launched from the couch. How could they have forgotten?

“Of course! I’m coming right now.” Speed walking, they made their way to the door, opening it and letting the workers file in. “Sorry, I kind of overslept.” they said while giving a shy smile. The man only laughed.

“Oh you're a funny one, Chance. It’s alright, we always have our days, ya know?” He slapped his hand on their back in a comfort way. Their smile widened a little more.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. We all have our days.”

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The sounds of hammering and clinging could be heard in the office where Chance was trying to catch some sleep. Deciding that that wasn’t going to happen, they made their way down to the bar and began whipping up some fruit tea. Knowing that they would spend a lot of time at the Casino, they made sure to stock up on their tea so they could go and get it once in a while. They picked up their cup and went back to their office, continuing their work on filling the files out.

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It wasn’t until 8 AM when the boss knocked on their door.

“Come in!” They called out. The boss opened the door and stepped in.

“So we fixed the machine and helped you clean around the area. The lights are back on flashing and we cleared up the tape. Is there anything else we can help you with today?”

“Thank you, and no there isn’t anything else. How much do I own you?” they asked, grabbing their wallet from their pocket. The boss laughed.

“There’s no need for that, Mister Chance. Someone who goes by Mafioso has already helped you pay the bills. If there’s nothing else you need, my men and I will be leaving. Have a good rest of your day, Chance.”

“...yeah, thanks. You too.” they replied as the man shut the door. ‘What was he thinking?” First letting them at his house for the night and now he’s helping them pay their bills? I thought the only thing they secured the deal was because of the protection?” They thought, pacing around the room. Chance really wanted to call Mafioso right now and demand him to explain himself. But it was way too early in the morning and they didn’t want to bother him and wake him up, especially after he helped them pay the bill. Muttering under their breath, they began to tidy up the place, organizing the papers before walking to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

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Mafioso was just beginning to stir from his sleep when his phone began ringing on the nightstand. Groaning, he turned and reached towards the table, snatching up the sound source and cracked an eye open to find out who was calling him. The name, ‘Cute Bunny,’ flashed on the screen and a smirk broke out on his face as he clicked the answer button. What he was met with was an angelic voice screaming through the phone that blessed his ears.

“Why did you pay for my bill, you stupid idiot? I could have paid for it myself!” They screamed through the other end, causing the man to raise an amused eyebrow.

“Well, I certainly didn’t do it recklessly. You are my friend and I thought maybe I could sneak it into the deal, you know? It hurts my feelings to see you angry and upset.” he said, adding fake sadness in his tone.

“W-wait, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you so sad!” Chance cried on the other end. Mafioso let out an entertained laugh.

“Don’t worry, hun. I’m just teasing you.” A long pause on the other end.

“Ugh, you’re insufferable!” they exclaimed before the line went dead. Mafioso let out another chuckle as he pushed himself off from the bed, heading to the bathroom. He took a refreshing shower and brushed his teeth before making his way to the livingroom, where he found his goons all sitting on the couch watching cartoons. Contactee perked up when he heard him from behind, giving his boss a good morning along with the others before going back to watching their show.

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Dishes piled up in the sink as each person finished their breakfast. Soldier and Contactee argued over who should load the dish washer while Caporegime wiped down the table. Congsigliere was standing there, finishing his coffee as he watched the argument from afar. The Boss went back to his room to change. There was something he needed to do today.

“Boys?” he called, watching as his goons began assembling.

“Yes, boss?”

“You guys get a free day today. I have something I need to tend to alone. Try not to get into any trouble today, you hear me?” He ordered, giving them a stern but humored look. The goons looked at each other in excitement.

“Of course, thank you, Boss!” The Mafialings exclaimed, running out of the building and straight towards the car they got here by and started the engine. Mafioso could only smile and sigh as he watched them drive off.

 

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Diving in his black car, Mafioso drove down to the lower part of the city where many popular stores and shops were located. The Mafia Boss pulled up and parked into the parking lot in front of a plushie shop. Stepping out, he made his way into the workshop. The bells on the door let out a small ‘ding’ as he pushed the door open. The staff member at the counter waved and welcomed him.

“Hello! Welcome to ‘Creativity is Key! What can I do for you today?” she asked, watching as the blonde made his way towards her.

“Hello. I was wondering if you are able to make a custom plushie for me today?” he asked. The staff, Evelyn, nodded enthusiastically.”
“Of course! Why don’t you give me the description and I’ll draw some concept art of the plushie you want for you?” she said, whipping out her pencil and a piece of paper.

“Can you make a yellow bunny, with a small black fedora? Kind of like the one I’m wearing.”

“Of course! Hm, hold on. Let me finish drawing this out first. A moment, please.” It took about five minutes for Evelyn to draw out the design and letting the man see it himself.

“Yes, this is perfect. Are you able to finish making it today?” He asked, handing the paper back to the staff.

“Yeah! In fact, we can make this for you and finish it in about three hours. The total to make this plushie will be $100 dollars. Once you paid, you can sit there and wait for your order or you could come back in three hours to pick this precious baby up.” Mafioso flipped open his wallet, fishing out a hundred dollar bill before taking a seat. He took out his phone and began texting Chance.

‘You free tonight?’ It took a while before Chance sent a reply.

‘Yes, I am. Is there anything you need?’

‘Do you want to meet out somewhere tonight?’

‘Okay, yeah! Where do you want to go tonight?’

‘How about the new boba tea shop that opened a month ago at 10 PM?’

‘Alright! I’ll meet you there tonight. See you there!”

‘Yep. I’ll see you there.’ Mafioso smiled, leaning back into his seat as he began thinking about Chance’s cute reaction when he presents them the gift.

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Since it was just a meet up with Mafioso tonight, Chance figured they didn’t really have to dress in anything too fancy. They go into a pair of black shorts, with an oversized hoodie that covers the shorts they were wearing, all the way down to their mid thighs. The color they had chosen was a soft light blue paired with their classic sunglasses, fedora and a pair of white and blue shoes. They grabbed their bag of documents and made their way out of the room. They went to the kitchen and stocked up Spade’s food and water bowl to the brim in case they weren’t able to come home like last time. Spade hopped towards Chance, tilting his head with a curious twitch of his nose. The Gambler bent down and picked up the adorable fur ball, nuzzling him and giving him kisses all over the face.

“I have to go and meet with Mafioso tonight and I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it home in time to feed you. Make sure to behave yourself and if anyone breaks in and hurts you, there’s a little dagger I taught you how to use under your bed. Make sure to use it to defend yourself and stay safe, okay?” Spade gave a nod and gave Chance a little lick on the cheek. “Aww, thank you! But I have to go now so make sure to stay safe, okay? I’ll see you soon, Spade.” Chance said, giving Spade one last kiss before walking out of the building.

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Mafioso steered the car to the boba shop Chance and he decided to meet up at. Next to him in the car seat was a small box wrapped in wrapping paper with little bunny designs littered all over. There was also a bouquet of white lilies wrapped up with a white ribbon in the center. Mafioso got out of his car, grabbed the gifts and made his way into the building. Many people were sitting and typing away on their computers while others were scribbling on paper, most likely working through homework. The blonde took a seat at an empty table and the waiter came up to him, handing him the menu.

“Thank you.” Mafioso took out his phone and began messaging the Gambler.

‘I’m here. Are you still coming?’ It took a couple seconds for the reply.

‘Yes. I’m currently in the backseat of the taxi. I’ll be there in a few minutes.’ Setting the phone down, he decided to flip through the menu, looking for anything that caught his eye that he might want to try. He decided to wait for Chance to look through the menu together.

A taxi pulled up outside and Mafioso looked up from the time list, just in time to see Chance getting out of the car. They were dressed in a cute outfit tonight, mostly lightly blue with their usual sunglasses and fedora. He had to admit, if he was the type of person who didn’t have a type, he would have fallen in love right then and there. The Gambler walked towards where the blonde was sitting, pulling out the chair before sitting down and placing their bag under the table. Mafioso reached to his side and packed up the bouquet of flowers and handed it to the man across from him, surprising them.

“Gift for you.” he said, watching as Chance’s face changed to a light plink.

“T-thank you.” they said, reaching out to take the flowers. He watched as they brought the flowers to their nose, inhaling the sweet scent. “They smell so good. Once again, thank you.” They said as they pulled away. Mafioso gave a small nod.

“Of course. Would you like to look through the menu with me?” He asked, placing the menu between them. Chance changed the angel of the menu so they could both see.

“I like this blueberry flavored one.” Chance pointed to the image. The milk tea was a blueish purple with tapioca bobas.”

“It looks good. I’ve never tried milk tea before so maybe I’ll try the one you choose for tonight.” The grey haired man looked at him like he had grown two heads. “What?”

“You never had boba tea?” A nod. “Then I’ll make sure you enjoy your first one.” Chance promised, waving over the waiter. “Hello, can I get two blueberry milk teas with boba and mini heart shaped jelly? We’ll also take this whole plate of strawberry creme please. Thank you.” The waiter took their order and headed back to the kitchen. Chance reached down into their bag and brought out the files. “Here’s the files for you, by the way.” They said, sliding it across the table. Mafioso thanked them and placed the files away. Their milk drinks soon arrived while they chatted. Both were served in plastic cups and came with a straw. Chance popped their straw into their drink and took a sip. “It’s super good! Take a sip!” Chance said as Mafioso popped his straw in, taking a sip. He let out a small hum and set the cup back down.

“Not bad. It actually tastes good.”

“See? There isn’t anything scary about trying something new.” The Gambler laughed. Mafioso chuckled.

“You look cute in the fit, by the way. You should dress like that more often.” The blonde teased. To say that chance’s face stayed normal would have been a mistake.

“Anyways, I got you something else.” Again, reaching to his side, he grabbed the wrapped up box and passed it to Chance. “For you.”

“Another one? How much money did you spend on me?” Chance exclaimed. “I can’t accept this. You already got me something and I didn’t even think of getting you something.” Mafioso pushed the box closer towards them.

“Take it. I insist. Besides, you worked on a ton of files for me when you could have done something else, so take this as a gift.” The Gambler let out a defeated sigh.

“Okay.” They reached out and took the box. “The packaging is so cute! It makes it so I don’t want to open it.” They giggled, peeling the sides to get it open. They let out a gasp as a cute little yellow bunny plushie sat in the box, its cute little expression on its face. Opening it, Chance gave the plushie a small pat on their soft head. Surprisingly, it looks like a bunny version of Mafioso. They brought it to their chest, snuggling into it. They forgot Mafioso was in front of them until they heard a soft laugh. The Gambler looked up to see him laughing behind his hand.

“I’m assuming you like it?” he asked as he watched Chance cuddle the plush. The Gambler’s face dusted with a light pink, clearing their throat and carefully sat the bunny into the box.

“Thank you for the plushie, Mafioso. I love it.” The grey haired man said, placing the box into their bag.

“Of course. I’m glad you like it.” Their main food for tonight arrived, a large cake set in front of them. The strawberry creme cake looked delicious. Chance pulled out their phone to take a couple pictures before picking up their knife and slicing a piece for him and themself.

“I’ve heard this cake was super good so let's toast to a new friendship!” Chance raised their tea and clinked theirs against Mafioso’s. “Cheers!” They took a sip of their drink and dug into the cake. The cake was indeed tasty. The cream melted in his mouth, the strawberry was sweet and the cake was pillowy and soft. “This is so good!” The Gambler exclaimed, shoving another piece into their mouth.

“It is.” Mafioso relied, resting his chin on his hand as he watched Chance finish. Chance looked at him.

“You don’t want anymore?” they asked.

“I’m good. You can have the rest.” They shrugged.

“I guess more cake for me then. I’ll ask for a box later.” A smear of cream sat at the corner of Chance’s lips

“You have something on the side of your lips.” Mafioso said, reaching out, he used his thumb to wipe away the cream. Chance froze as heat raised to their face.

“Y-you can’t do that in public!” they screamed, covering their face in their hands. Smirking, Mafioso called for the waiter to get them a box.

 

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They were walking down the street for a stroll with Chance back to snuggling into the plush and Mafioso holding the cake box.

“What should I name him?” Chance suddenly asked, turning to face Mafioso. He raised a brow.

“You name your stuffed animals?” The Gambler huffed.

“ Well, yeah! What, you call it, Mr. Yellow Bunny?” He laughed.

“I guess not. But you are the owner of him now so you name it yourself.” Chance was silent for a little as they continued walking.

“I know what to name him!” They exclaimed, eyes shining from where they peeked from their glasses.

“Oh?”

“I’ll name him Bunioso!” Mafioso tilted his head.

“Why’d you name him that?” He asked.

“Well, the first reason is because you gave it to me. The second reason is it looks like a bunny version of you, ya know?” Mafioso chuckled. “Oh alright. Name him whatever you want.”

A sudden cold breeze whipped past them, causing Chance to shiver.

“Aw, I should have worn sweats instead of shorts tonight.” they mutter.

“I think we should get you home, Chance. We don’t want you catching a cold.” The Gambler gave a quick nod and they changed their direction. They made their way into Mafioso’s car. The ride was quiet, the lights rushing past them as the Mafia Boss drove them back to their house.

“I’ll walk you to your door.” Mafioso offered, opening the car door where Chance sat. Once they reached the door of their house, they thanked Mafioso for the night and made their way into their house. Shutting the door, they found Spade dozing on his bed, snoring softly. Chance got ready for bed, hugging Bunioso to their chest. Their eyes drooped as they yawned, pulling the blanket over them. They shut their eyes and soon fell into peaceful slumber, nuzzling into the plush.

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“ACHOO!” Spade jolted from his bed at the sound. Listening, he heard it again coming from his owner's room. “ACHOO!” Spade sighed. Looks like his owner got sick again.

Chapter 4: Chapter 4

Summary:

I go this one out early just for you guys!

Spade hopped to his owner’s bedroom door, launching himself onto the door handle and pushing it open. The grey bunny padded inside, hopping onto Chance’s bed and nuzzled his owner’s hair. The Gambler groaned, turning around but not waking up. Spade placed a paw on their forehead, the warm wafting from the surface. Spade huffed. He dealt with this before but a sudden idea popped into his head. Didn’t his owner go out with the guy that came over last time? Maybe he could text him to come over and take care of them. Spade hopped onto the nightstand and unlocked Chance’s phone. He navigated through the phone and clicked on the Messages app. He was pretty sure the man’s name was Mafioso, so he opened the text and started texting.

‘Hey man. This is Spade, Chances’ bunny texting. My owner’s sick. Come here and take care of them.’ Sent. It took a little while before he texted back.

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Imagine Mafioso’s surprise when he got a text from Chance while eating. No, actually, scratch that. Imagine his surprise when a bunny texted him. Apparently, Chance caught the cold he had predicted they would and the bunny was now texting him, demanding him to go over and take care of them. Letting out an amused sigh, Mafioso got up and began rummaging through the pantry. If Chance was sick, he should make some soup for them before going over.

‘I’ll be there soon.’ He made sure to text back before setting his phone back on the counter. Deciding to make chicken broth, the blonde stirred the soup and looked around for a thermos. Once the broth was ready, he poured it into the container. He snatched the keys off the table and made his way to Chance’s house.

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The Mafia Boss knocked on the door and waited. Slowly, the door opened to reveal a grey bunny on the other side. Mafioso bent down and scratched Spade behind the ears. Looking around the area, the Gambler was nowhere to be found.

“Is Chance in their bedroom?” The bunny gave a quick nod. Letting out a soft laugh, he shut the front door and set the container on the coffee table. Mafioso trailed behind Spade as the bunny led the way to the Gambler’s bedroom. The fluffball hopped and latched onto the handle, opening the door for the man behind him. There, on the bed, was Chance, curled in a fetal position while hugging the plushie he got for them yesterday. Their faces were flushed against the sheets, dressed in an oversized T-shirt. Spade hopped onto the bed, kicking the plush out of Chance’s hand and fitted himself in their arms. The Gambler nuzzled into Spade’s soft fur, breathing heavily. The Mafia Boss went and sat on the side of the bed, shaking Chance on the shoulder.

“Chance, wake up,” he said, shaking them a little more before the Gambler stirred and peeked open a hazy eye. Their eyes widened as their focus cleared and Mafioso appeared in front of them and jumped.

“W-what are you-” slapping a hand to their mouth, they threw the sheets off of their body and sprinted out of the room, down the hall and slammed open the bathroom door. Sounds of hurling could be heard from the bedroom and Mafioso ran down the hall. Chance was bent over at the toilet, vomiting their guts out as they continued to retch. Crouching down, Mafioso took a handful of their hair so it doesn’t get into their face and began to use a hand to rub their back to give them comfort. Once the vomiting came to an end, the blonde grabbed a cup of water and handed it to them. The Gambler took the cup and drank the water in one gulp.

“Come on, let's get you back to bed.” Helping them up, they slowly made their way back to the bedroom. He placed more pillows behind them before helping them settle down.

“Thank you.” They muttered after getting comfy. “Why are you here?”

“Of course. I came because your bunny texted me, informing me that a certain close one of mine had fallen ill. So I came to you with broth and to take care of you.” He replied. Chance glanced at said bunny who sat on their lap. Letting out a tired sigh, they began the trace patterns on the soft fur.

“I’ll be right back.” Mafioso moved to the living room to retrieve the soup container. Then, he moved to the kitchen where he found a towel and a bowl and filled it with lukewarm water. Setting the items down, he dipped the towel into the bowl before draping it over their forehead. The grey haired man sighed and relaxed at the cool relief on their burning forehead. “You need to sit up for this.” Mafioso said, reaching for the thermos and spoon. Chance’s eyes drifted to the container, narrowing.

“What’s that?” they asked as the Mafia Boss screwed open the container.

“It’s chicken broth. I made it myself.” he explained, getting a spoonful of the broth before bringing it to Chance’s lips. “Open.” The Gambler parted their lips and took a sip from the spoon. Their eyes lit up.

“It’s so good! Can I have more?” they slurred, still hazy. Mafioso chuckled, getting another spoonful ready.

“Of course, sweetheart. This broth is all for you.” Chance drank more and more and by the time they were finished, their eyes were droopy once again. Mafioso changed the towel before standing. “I’ll stay until you’re better. Now, sleep.”

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The next time Chance woke up was around noon. Their mind was nauseous and foggy as they turned to look around the room for Mafioso. They found him perched on a comfy chair in the corner of their room, dozing off. Smiling, they fumbled for their phone and snapped a quick photo. They were still giggling when Mafioso stirred.

“Mmm? What are you laughing at?” he asked, rubbing his eyes. Holding in their laughter, they shook their head.

“I-it’s, ACHOOO! Nothing!” they replied. Mafioso stood up and stretched, popping all of the stiff bones in his body.

“If you say so. Also, you need a bath. I’ll get one ready for you.” The grey haired man watched as he made his way out of their room.

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The sound of water filling the tub sounded through the hallway as Mafioso watched it fill up. He added some bubbles and a little rubber ducky. Making sure the water was warm enough, he made his way back to the Gambler’s room.

“Chance, the bath is ready. Are you able to walk by yourself?”

“I’m not sure but I’ll try.” They pulled the blanket off of themselves and slid their feet onto the carpeted floor. They pushed themself off the bed but trembled and began to feel dizzy and nauseous all over again. Stumbling, they fell before being able to take another step but before they could land on the ground, two strong arms wrapped around their slender body.

“You could have just told me you couldn’t, you know?” he huffed, steadying Chance before picking them off the ground, carrying them bridal style.

“Mafioso!” they exclaimed. The blonde just gave them a smirk as they slowly made their way to the bathroom. Quickly, they wrapped their arms around his neck to secure themself in his hold. Once in the bathroom, Mafioso placed Chance on the sink counter, grabbing the neatly folded pile of clothes and towel.

“Don’t be afraid to call me when you need help.” He said before shutting the door behind him, leaving Chance alone to bathe. Slowly, they began undressing themselves. Gripping onto the wall for balance, they dipped their feet into the warm tub, slowly easing themselves into the hot but not too hot water. They sighed when they were submerged in the warm liquid, easing their tense shoulders as they began relaxing. Soon, they reached out for the shampoo and soap, lathering it on their body and hair. Their movements were a little sluggish as they washed the bubbles off their body. The Gambler played around with the rubber ducky for a little before putting it away. They drained the water from the tub and wrapped the soft towel around their body. A knock came from the door.

“Chance, are you good in there?” Mafioso asked from the other side of the door.

“Yes,” they tried to increase their volume with their sore throat. “You can come in now.” The Mafia Boss came in and noticed Chance’s damp hair. Pulling out a chair, he guided Chance to sit down.

“You can’t go back to sleep like this with your hair wet. Now, where’s your blowdrier?” Mafioso continued to ruffle Chance’s hair with a towel before heading off to find the item behind the door. The Gambler relaxed against Mafioso as he softly massaged and ruffled their hair. Little by little, their hair began to dry and by time he was done, Chance fell asleep, face still flushed with fever. Chance wasn’t dressed, still wrapped in the towel. Sighing, Mafioso gently shook Chance.

“Sweetheart, wake up. You still need to get dressed.” He muttered as the Gambler whined.

“...no. I don’t want to. I wanna sleep and cuddle with you.” Of course with Chance’s fever filled mind, they were more honest with what they wanted. Raising a brow, Mafioso found the chance to strike a deal.

“How about this? You put on your underwear and pants and I’ll put you in your shirt. Then, I will give you all the cuddles you want, okay?” Hearing the deal, the grey haired man nodded quickly, almost similar to an adorable bunny. Hiding a smile behind his hand, he turned around so Chance could get some privacy to change. When Mafioso turned around, all his breath was stolen from him as he took in the view the admins had blessed him with. The Gambler had a thin waist with supple flesh on the chest. Their thighs looked even more plush than they were when they were wearing shorts last night.

“Mafi?” Chance said, spreading his arms out. Mafioso shook his head. ‘Mafi?’ He thought as he wrapped his arms around them and picked them up. ‘How cute.’ When they made it back to Chance’s bedroom, he softly placed them on the sheets. Mafioso then turned to their closet and rummaged around.

“What do you want to wear, Chance?” he asked, rummaging through the drawers. The man took a minute to answer.

“A hoodie, please.” They slurred. Mafioso dug around and found the oversized hoodie that was needed. Coming back, he began to tell Chance what they needed to do. “Can you lift your arms for me, Chance?” he asked, rolling up the hoodies. The Gambler obeyed and Mafioso tucked the hoodie over their head. After slipping on the hoodie, he moved Chance to the center of the bed. “I’ll be right back.” he told them as he grabbed the sweater and sweatpants they had brought with them. Changing quickly, Mafioso climbed into bed with Chance and wrapped his arms around them. Chance shifted to snuggle closer into his chest before seeming to remember something.

“You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get sick too.” they mumbled, turning away from him. He turned them back.

“It’s okay. I have a great immune system and I took all of my vaccine shots. So, don’t worry.” Seeming to help with Chance’s worries, they quickly turned back around and snuggled back into Mafioso.

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Chance tossed and turned in the bed, trying to find the solid body that gave them warmth, They cracked open an eye still blurry, as they looked around the Mafioso. But the man they were looking for was nowhere to be seen. Still hazy and emotions heightened from fever, tears sprang into their eyes.

‘Where’d he go? Did he not want me? Did I do something wrong?’ Sniffling, Chance pressed their face into their pillow and began sobbing quietly. Spade, the ever attentive bunny he was, noticed and hopped on the bed. Nudging his nose with their face, he tried to use his paws to wipe away the tears.

“Am I not good enough, Spade? Is that why he’s not here? Where’d he go?” Realizing what his owner was crying about, he jumped off the bed and hopped out of the room.

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Mafioso was humming in the kitchen, stirring the soup in the pot and making rice. He turned off the stove and looked down when he felt something nudging at his feet. Spade was impatiently thumping his legs.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, bending down. The bunny spun in a circle before hopping back to Chance’s bedroom. Mafioso furrowed his brow. Has something happened to Chance? Setting down the spoon, he ran to their room and opened the door, rushing to Chance’s side. His heart broke as he took in the crying Chance on the bed, He placed his hand on their shoulder, getting them to look at him.

“Chance, what’s wrong?” The blonde almost stumbled backwards as Chance wrapped their arms around him.

“I-I’m sorry if I did something wrong, please don’t leave me alone again.” Chance muttered, wrapping their arms around him. Mafioso’s heart shattered into a million pieces, hearing what they were afraid of.

“Chance, you didn’t do anything wrong, I promise. I was in the kitchen making dinner” He soothed them, rubbing them on the back.

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Sh, it’s okay. There’s nothing you need to apologize for. Now, how about we go and get some dinner, hmm?”

“Okay,” they agreed. Mafioso picked Chance up, wrapping the blanket around them, before moving to the kitchen. The Gambler buried their face into his chest, arms slinged around his neck. The blonde couldn’t help but chuckle at the clinginess. The problem came when he tried to set Chance down.

“Chance, sweetheart. I need to set you down so I can cook the food for us.” He said, while Chance continued to cling onto him.

“No.” they said, only snuggling closer. The lips on Mafioso quirked a bit as he looked at Chance’s stubborn face.

“Alright.” he said, beginning to balance Chance on one arm while he used the other to scoop the food into the bowls. He placed the filled bowls onto a platter and brought them to the kitchen table, setting them down. “Do you want to sit over there to eat or next to me?” he asked the stubborn but cute bundle in his arms.

“I want to stay where I’m at.” Well, you certainly can’t blame Mafioso for letting out a laugh. The bundle in his arms had a pouting expression on their face.

“Oh, alright, you can stay here on my lap.” He turned Chance so they were facing the food so they could eat. “Come on, Chance. You need to eat.” he said, trying to get something in their mouth. They shook their head.

“No. I want to go to sleep with you right now.” they whined. Mafioso gave them an amused smile.

“If you finish all of this in front of you, I’ll give you all the cuddles you want.” he said, knowing it would work by the way Chance perked up.

“Really?”

“Really. Now, ahhh.” he replied, bringing the spoonful of soup to Chance’s lips. Chance opened up and drank the liquid. “Good job. Now, finish the rest if you can, okay?” Chance gave an eager nod. Mafioso brought his bowl of rice to his lips, hiding his smile. Seems like Chance is more honest about what they want when they are sick than when they aren’t. Not that he was complaining. It was actually super cute to see them act this way, Honestly, it makes them act more cute.

The plates and bowls were in the sink and with Chance back in his arms, they made their way back to the bedroom. He placed Chance on the bed and before he could leave to brush his teeth for the night, he felt a tugging at his sweater.

“Can I wear your sweater? The one you’re wearing smells more like you than the one I’m wearing.” And who was he to deny this cute bunny’s request?

“Of course.” Thankfully, they had a black tight tee under the sweater so they didn’t have to put on another shirt. He tugged off the sweater and before he could help Chance with their’s, their hands began roaming his abs.

“Did you know you looked really handsome and hot?” they asked. Mafioso chuckled.

“Oh?” he replied, getting back to helping them. “I never knew that until a certain beauty before me told me tonight.” Chance’s face flushed a darker shade of red.

“I’m not that pretty,” they said. “Itrapped said I was ugly.” The mood turned static.

“What did he say to you?” Mafioso growled, scaring Chance, causing them to flinch. “Ah, sorry. Don’t listen to what he says. You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.” he said. A small, ‘thank you’ was heard as Mafioso tucked the sweater over them. He quickly did what he needed to do in the bathroom. By the time he made it back to bed, Chance was already half asleep. Carefully, Mafioso looped his arms around them and pulled them closer. Chance sighed and closed their eyes. Burying their face into his collar bone.

“Good night…” they muttered before beginning to snore softly. Mafioso smiled at the cute sight.

“Good night, sweetheart.”

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Chance woke up to something solid in front of them. Not lucid enough yet, Chance snuggled deeper into the embrace.

“Seems like someone enjoys my warmth.” someone muttered from above. Chance looked up to see Mafioso looking down at them, sleep still visible in their eyes. Eyes widening, they tried to pull away but Mafioso’s hold grip was preventing them from getting away. Sighing in defeat, they stilled for a while more until Mafioso was comfortable and fully awake.

 

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“Thank you for taking care of me, Maf.” they said as Mafioso walked away after driving them to their Casino. He gave them a nod before getting into his car and started the engine. Their heart was beating wildly as they made their way into the office, still thinking about everything that happened yesterday and this morning. A feeling crept into Chance’s heart as they thought more and more about him. They’d felt this way about a certain someone they had known and they had betrayed them. But Mafioso seemed like a good person. He showed up when Chance was in need and he’d helped them get better. He also stayed and let them touch him when he could have just gone and left. Did he have feelings for them too? Chance wanted to find out. They’ll set something up and ask if he can come so they could have the chance to confess to him. But first, they needed someone to help them. They grabbed their phone and dialed the number before hitting call. Holding it to their ears, they waited for the person on the other line to pick up.

“Hello, this is Two-Time. Who is calling me?”

Chapter 5: Chapter 5

“So I heard you needed some advice to confess to someone?” they asked, sitting down into the comfortable chair in front of Chance.
“Yes,” they replied, face tinged with red.
“Well then, you’ve come to the right person. But first let's talk about this person, yeah? When did you start having feelings for them and why?” Chance rubbed the back of their neck.
“Well, maybe it was when I first met him. When we first met, he was mysterious, a little scary. But the longer I sat there and talked with him, the safer I felt around him. He wasn’t like Itrapped, who had brought me expensive stuff at our first meet. Instead, he just showed up and stayed with me. He also protected me against Itrapped when he tried to hurt me in the back.” Two-Time’s eyes darkened and their posture straightened in their seat.
“He came back to mess with you again?” Chance jolted and waved their hand in front of them.
“D-don’t worry, he wasn’t able to hurt me that time!” The worshiper let out a sigh of relief and sunk back into their chair.
“Anything else you want to add?”
“Well, we actually met up at night once. He brought me a plushie and we had a fun night together at the boba shop. Later, when I got sick the next day, he personally stopped by my house and took care of me without me asking him to come over. Well…mayeb Spade texted him without my consent, but hey, that doesn’t matter!” Two-Time watched and listened attentively, nodding as they began to smile.
“Wow. I see why you could have developed feelings for him. He almost makes Azure look like an uncaring partner, but I love him all the same. Come to think of it, he might like you too, you know? With the way he treats and cares for you seems way more than how a friend would.” Chance hid their face in their hands.
“Can you give me the advice that I need?”
“Of course! That’s why I’m here. First, you need to get them comfortable, let them relax. So maybe find a place to hangout? Maybe get them a gift as well. Then, when you’re ready, confess! That’s how Azure confessed to me and it worked.” they explained, watching Chance jotting down the advice. The Gambler leaned back into their office chair and let out a sigh of relief.
“Thank you so much, Two.” The Worshipper nodded and got up.
“I need to get going. Me and Azure have something planned for tonight and I need to get to the grocery store to get some ingredients. Let me know if all goes well!” they said, waving before shutting the door behind them.
Alright. First, they need to make sure Mafioso is free tonight. Whipping out their phone, they clicked on Mafioso’s contact and began massaging him.
‘Hey, are you free tonight?’ They set the phone down and waited anxiously. The phone buzzed.
“Of course. Did you need anything?’ They quickly replied.
‘Can we hang out again tonight?’
‘Yeah, of course. Where and when?’
‘At 10 AM and I still need to find a place.’
‘Alright, I’ll see you at 10 tonight then.’ Changing contacts, they began texting Guest.
‘Hey guest, you there?’ A couple seconds before-
‘Yes. Are you okay?’
‘Yes. I just wanted to ask something. If you were to take Daisy to dinner tonight, where would you take her?’ The reply took a little longer.
‘I would probably take her to the new Japanese restaurant that just opened. May I ask why?’
‘I’m going out with someone tonight.’
‘Oh? The second youngest in our group is finally going out?’ They could hear the teasing amusement through his text.
‘Yes. I’m going to confess to him tonight.’
‘Oh, a him too? That makes it even more interesting. Anyways, I have to go. Good luck and tell me how it went later!’ Sighing, Chance slipped their phone into their pocket and stood up from their desk, getting out of their casino and calling for a taxi.

“Thanks for the ride,” Chance said, getting out and letting the fresh breeze blow past their face. They stopped at a small shop where they sold many cute and adorable items. The bell jingled and the cashier greeted them. The Gambler smiled and waved back before moving through the aisles. They stopped when they found the aisle full of bunny items. They looked at every item carefully, trying to pick out the right one that would fit Mafioso perfectly. The Gambler stopped when they found the pin and keychain section. Chance reached out and grasped the fluffiest and cutest plush bunny keychain they’ve ever seen. (No offense to Bunioso) They placed the keychain into their small basket before moving on to inspect the pins. The pins came with many different colors but Chance grabbed the grey and white one, the white one for Mafioso and the grey one for themselves. They moved to the gift box section and picked out the perfect box that would fit the gifts and look cute at the same time.

“Will these be all for you today, mister?” the cashier asked, scanning their items.
“Yes, thank you very much.” the Gambler replied, handing them the amount they owed. She bagged the items up for them, handing them to Chance. They took the item and walked out of the store, deciding that today’s weather was nice and that they would walk home since they lived very close by.

Once they arrived at home, Spade quickly hopped towards Chance to greet them.
“Why, hello to you too, my adorable little fluffball.” they giggled, shutting the door behind them, “you wanna help me package my gift?” They made their way to the couch with their bunny happily hopping behind them. They set the bag on the counter and fished out their phone, texting Mafioso where they would go tonight. They grabbed the box and the little charms and began packaging them. Spade hopped up and loafed next to the box, peering over at the little keychain.
“Look spade, doesn’t this one look like you?” they said, holding up the grey pin. Spade perked and nodded enthusiastically, before continuing to watch them place the lid over the black box. Chance secured the box with a white ribbon and placed it to the side for later. The Gambler picked up their bunny and placed them at his food bowl, grabbing the fresh green hay and a bottle of water to refill his bowls.

Chance was already waiting at the table at the restaurant they and Mafioso had agreed to meet up at tonight. They were nervously waiting afraid that he wasn’t going to show up. Finally, after what felt like hours, Mafioso appeared from the door. He slid into his seat and flashed Chance a small smile.
“Sorry, there was traffic.” Chance placed a hand to his lips, letting out a small giggle.
“It’s fine. Things happen. Also, I got something for you this time.” Reaching into their bag, they pulled out a sleek black box and pushed it across the table.
“Oh?” he said, reaching for the box, “I guess I should give you yours,” He presented a bouquet of roses and handed it to them.
“Thank you,” they whispered, bringing the rose up to their nose and giving it a sniff, “they smell great. Open the box.” Mafioso slowly untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. To say that he was shocked would be an understatement. When he opened the lid, a keychain greeted him, along with a pin. Slowly, he carefully took out the fluffy keychain, giving it a little squish.
“Thank you,” he said, “I haven’t received a gift in a long time.” Also taking out the pin, he attached it to his bag and clipped the keychain to the strap.
“It’s nothing, You gave me things so I thought I should get you something too. Now, let's look through the menu. I’m hungry.” The two men ordered many things like hibachi, california rolls, rock n rolls, and many other different items.

Chance was taking photos of the rolls and food while Mafioso picked up his utensils.
“This place is so good. We should come back more often.” The Gambler said through a mouthful of food. They looked like a chipmunk. He nodded, agreeing at Chance’s statement, and picked up a piece of roll, placing it in his mouth. The vanilla ice cream they ordered stood no chance against the Gambler, who’d finished it in less than a minute. Mafioso called over a waiter and asked for the check.
“I’ll pay for the food.” Chance said, reaching into their pocket and fishing out their wallet.
“It’s fine, I got it.”
“Hey! I asked you to hang out with me tonight so I should be the one paying!” they exclaimed. They bickered as the waiter stood there, awkward. Chance won, victoriously paying the bill after pulling out the puppy eye and pouting. The two made a deal. Chance will pay for the bill and Mafioso will leave the tip. They stayed in the restaurant a little longer to chat, to talk about recent things. Mafioso talked about his goons, how they almost set a building on fire because they were trying to “cook” food. They giggled at his story and if Chance wasn’t in love with him, that would have sealed the deal. They packed up their things and began making their way out. “The night sky was filled with stars, causing Chance to pause and take them in awe.

“Doesn’t the stars look beautiful tonight, Mafioso?” they asked, still staring. There was silence before they asked again. “Mafioso?” they turned to find him staring at them, “um, you okay?” Mafioso snapped out of his trance and nodded.
“Chance, can I tell you something?” And before Chance could respond, Mafioso leaned down and pressed his lips against theirs, kissing them. The Gambler froze, surprised. The blonde leaned back up, taking hold of both their hands. “Chance, when I first met you, you took my breath away. The way you stood out among the others was something that caught my attention. And when I interacted with you for the first time, this feeling began to bloom in my chest. The offer I proposed was not only to make a deal, but to be able to get closer to you. And once I did, I knew you were the one meant for me. So please, accept what I can give you-” before he could finish, Chance grabbed his collar with both of their hands and dragged him down for another kiss. Mafioso’s eyes widened, surprised before they closed them and kissed them back. Pulling away, they said,
“I like you too, Maf. I was going to confess to you after chatting for a bit, but you beat me to it,” they explained.
“So do you accept?” Chance rolled their eyes in a teasing teasing way.
“Of course I do. Why else would I have kissed back?”
“Can I get another one?” he asked, giving them a dorky smile. Not being able to hold back a smile, Chance sighed and nodded.
“Oh, fine, lean down you tall ass Mafia Boss.” They wrapped their arms around his neck as his hands circled around their waist. Slowly, they closed the distance between them and kissed. The world felt like it slowed, like they were the only ones in the world. They kissed and kissed, only pulling away when they were out of breath.
“My house?” Mafioso asked, hooking his hand under Chance’s leg, carrying them bridal style. Chance yelped before letting out a laugh.
“Yes. But let’s stop at my house first. I need to pick up Spade. Don’t want him to worry or go hungry.”
“Of course, Bunny. Anything for you.” As Mafioso carried Chance to his car, they didn’t notice the mysterious person watching them.
“Oh, this is going to be so much fun.” they muttered, slipping away into the shadows.

Notes:

sorry for not posting for a long time guys. School started and ive been busy. sorry again for a sort chapter

Notes:

Thank you to anyone who clicked on this fic and gave it a go! This was one of my first fanfics and I really do hope many of you enjoyed it. Let me know if you want me to add more soon! Once again, thank you!