⚠️-drinking/ alcohol
"AHAHA! We got away just like we always do- didn't we poppy?!" A woman removing a black wig, letting her hair flow beautifully, said.
"Yip!" A small dog who played in the gold and jewelry they got away with barked.
The woman sighed happily while floating in a boat she stole. Streaming down the waters of Venice with a old radio playing some 50's music. The woman popped open a bottle of high-quality wine and drank it straight out of the bottle.
"My friiiend~ I'll say it clleeaaarrr~!" The woman sang as the dog howled along. The woman was too tired to tell the dog she was tone-deaf; getting a small bowl, she poured some wine for the dog, who drank it happily.
The moonlight reflected off of the water as the woman sang and drank while basking in her new small fortune. She admired her nails as police sirens faded into the distance. The woman grabbed the gold and jewel-encrusted necklace and gazed into the larger gem happily while taking a sip of her wine.
Sighing blissfully, she sank into the riches sleepily; the radio was still playing, and she mumbled the last lyric of the song.
"Myyyy~ waaayyy~ haaaaa, let's go home, poppy~."
The dog looked up from her small bowl of wine and yipped once more before she fell asleep.
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About an hour later, your ride found your boat in the middle of the Gulf of Venice. They stopped their small yacht and jumped down on the small boat. He gazed fondly at you holding a wine bottle and sleeping in a pile of gold. He crouched down and whispered,
"Baby bird~ it's time to get up~."
You mumbled something incoherent and turned away from him, the radio still playing some good 50's tunes. He sighed playfully and knew of only one thing that'll get you up.
Taking the wine bottle.
You woke up as expected and glared sleepily at him. The man held the bottle, shaking it a bit,
"You have an addiction, you know." He teased.
You stretched your arms while getting your small dog into your arms,
"It's a hobby."
He looked at her unimpressed before standing back up,
"Whatever it is- we should get outta here."
You nodded while bagging your gold and jewelry, then tossed it over on the boat, and the two of you climbed back onto the expensive yacht. The late-night salty air calmed Y/n as her friend Keigo drove the ship. You move your hair out of the way and realized you were still wearing an expensive silk ball gown.
Humming happily, you went over to Keigo in the cockpit,
"So where are we going, Kei?"
He glanced over at you before turning his attention back to the wheel,
"Nowhere in particular, haha, just away from the cops, I suppose."
You hummed and closed your eyes, letting the breeze dance around you. Your eyes snap back open happily as a good song came on; you went closer to him and gently hovered your hand over his.
"Let's dance for a bit~!"
He side-eyed you with a playful smirk before stopping the boat. Keigo turned to you and held your waist and hand to do a simple swaying motion with you. He didn't know how to dance, but he tried.
"You sure got a big haul this time." He said softly.
You glared at him, "Shh, let's not talk about work. Right now, let's just dance..."
Your eyes closed on content as he gazed at your facial features in fondness and love. You opened one eye and teased,
"Like what you see~?"
He blushed a bit but shook it off and enjoyed dancing with you for the rest of the song. Once it was done, Keigo didn't want to let go but went back to driving the boat as you continued to dance by yourself until she fell asleep with poppy.
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Y/n L/n, on the Under world she's known as Ms.Opal, a professional con-woman extraordinaire.
Eccentric millionaire, wine enthusiast, and self-confident goddess.
She'll kill anyone or steal anything for the right price; of course, it's a gamble with her. Depending on if she likes what she's stealing more than the pay- she'll simply runoff.
And her partner in crime, Poppy, the shape-shifting fairy, had a special connection with her. Whatever it was, they both loved alcohol and shiny things.
In Rome, Italy, you woke up in your fancy hotel room with poppy in the other bed snoring. You looked at her bedside and saw your phone had a few miss calls.
You didn't call them back.
However, you did call room service for an extravagant breakfast.
About an hour later your hotel room door got a knock, you opened the door and saw the waiter with a tray.
"Here's your breakfast miss, a man came by and gave me a letter for you as well." He said, rolling in the cart with delicious-looking food.
You nodded and tipped him a few hundred bucks, and closed the door. Poppy did a downward dog stretch and drooled at the bacon and ham. You nodded towards poppy, who started to dig in as you opened the letter with a wax-sealed 'A' on it.
'My dear daughter, I heard you were in Italy! You should come by the club for some new sake I imported from Japan. I have good news for you, let's just say you might be taking a trip there soon.
, Your father.'
You were finally able to get used to him calling himself your dad. Around your late teens, you two eventually reconnected. Apparently, your father had no idea you were still around; your mother would rather have you dead, so that's exactly what she told her father.
You blinked away the memories.
You shook your head but was excited about the sake,
'Silly old man, who uses letters any more..'
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You pulled up at the fancy place with poppy in her purse; all dresses up. You stepped out of the car, your stilettos tapping against the pavement as you went to the guard and showed him the letter. He stepped aside to let you in; you flashed a charming and polite smile before walking inside.
You walked up the stairs with quite a few eyes watching you in slight awe, including one man with onyx eyes and black hair along with a handsome stubble.
"Papa!" You exclaimed happily.
"N/n!" The old man with silver hair said, noticing his only child.
You give each other a hug before going to sit down. You quickly went to pour the sake for yourself and Poppy.
"So what's the good news?" You asked your father.
"Oh- yes, I think you'll like this one." He said while taking out a piece of paper from his coat and handed it to you.
You took it and scanned over it, grasping the general idea. A smirk crept on your face reading it.
Oh, this would be fun.
So much drama in Japan right now~ and you would love nothing more than to gain from it.
"Well, this is certainly good news." You laughed while pouring herself a second round.
You two laugh and caught up while drinking the tasty alcohol. Your dad joked that your dog was more of a heavyweight than most people he knew. Silvio called over someone, and a man with shaggy yet nicely groomed long black hair and black eyes walked up the steps.
"This is one of my informants, Shota Aizawa- he's also from Japan!" Your father said while motioning towards the man who bowed to them.
You smiled as a greeting at Aizawa, "Thank you for putting up with my father- I'm sure it was...well, something, haha."
"It was nothing." He stated simply in a monotone voice.
Silvio- a little bit drunk, invited Aizawa to have a few drinks. He tried to decline but to no avail, you being the extreme heavy weight you are stayed nearly completely sober as her father talked up a storm about trivial things. You would try to talk to Aizawa a bit, but he would give short and simple answers.
This greatly displeased and bored you.
As you got her things together, your father stopped talking,
"Wait- you're leaving already?"
You nodded, "Yep, I should pack for Japan; I needed to get out of Italy as soon as possible anyways."
The two men looked at her, confused.
"Why?" Her father asked.
You turned towards the stairs but glanced back at their directions and pretended to think,
"You'll see it on the news sooner or later~."
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Aizawa looked out the car window gazing at the passing by buildings,
'What a beautiful woman...a trip to Japan doesn't sound bad..'