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divine-knight-hand · 9 months

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Safely Endangered

Chapter 1: Times are Changing

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Notes: It's here! It's finally here! I hope you enjoy what I managed to come up with.

We haven't exactly reached the vibe I want to get to just yet, but have faith in the process! This is just the introduction, after all~ (And prepare for lots of introduction...)

Also, there is a bit of Norwegian in this chapter. Since I'm not a native speaker, please feel free to correct any mistakes I may have made. (I would greatly appreciate it if you did!)

Content Warnings: A touch of angst in the beginning there, a pinch of religious imagery (just one sentence, but still wanted to warn ya!), established relationship, Sub!Loki (but he's a switch in the series itself), Dom!Reader, bath sex, unprotected sex, and a lil face grab

Word Count: 4,383

Dividers by @cafekitsune

The death of the Allfather shattered the morale of all of Asgard, but no mourning was greater than that of the Sons of Odin. No, that title wasn’t limited to the children he had with his wife and the one he adopted from the eternal blizzard storms of Jotunheim. It also encompassed the ones who showed him unwavering loyalty throughout his lifetime. They formed one of the most dangerous mafia syndicates on Earth.

I even dared to say we were one of the most dangerous in the universe.

Odin’s death had been expected. He lived a long life of over 5,000 years, which was typical of an Asgardian demigod. Now it was time to lay him to rest, and the entire syndicate made the trip to Asgard in their finest funeral clothes for the ceremony that would send him off to Valhalla in a traditional boat funeral. Odin was so well-known in Asgard, seeing his funeral would’ve made an outsider think that he was its king. The people just loved him that much. He may not have been righteous in the typical sense, but most people didn’t know that. The Sons of Odin were the only ones who did, and he was already the best thing that ever happened to most of its members… Most of them.

Loki gave my hand a squeeze, which I quickly returned as I rested my head on his shoulder. He claimed he was never that close to his father, but just because someone treats you poorly doesn’t mean you stop loving them. I could see it in the way his eyes glistened with unshed tears as he received the news of Odin’s death over the phone. He still had love to spare for the man who treated him horribly as a child. He couldn’t help that. You don’t choose who you love. I was confident that he wouldn’t have chosen to love the father who constantly looked down on him–that was, when he looked at him at all–if he could.

His brother, Thor, always got the better end of the stick. He was the golden boy. The first to get an affirmative pat on the shoulder from his father when he did something he approved of. The perfect child. I assumed that was why he seemed to be taking Odin’s death the hardest. His mortal lover, Jane, rested a gentle hand on his shoulder as he hid his misty eyes behind his own.

Then, there was Odin’s oldest child, Hela. Those who thought Loki was the most intimidating of the Odinchildren had clearly never met her. I constituted that to the sheer power of female rage. Odin never liked her cutthroat tactics. To Hela, every wrongdoing was atoned for with blood, no matter how miniscule. Outwardly, he resented her, but inwardly, I had a strong feeling he feared her. Now, there she stood, her eyes unmoving from the distant boat, and her emotionless expression unchanging. I felt a shiver travel down my spine, but decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe not showing any emotion was her way of coping with her father’s death. Maybe…

Though I knew most of the mourning would obviously be done by Odin’s actual children, I couldn’t help but also feel bad for the rest of the syndicate. They always fought tooth and nail for Odin’s approval because he proved himself to be a boss worthy of that. They felt as if they owed him for saving them from their own lives. Odin ran the Sons of Odin efficiently and discreetly. He managed to earn the respect of everyone associated with him. The best of the syndicate dared to consider him like a father to them. He was their sage. Their strength. I had to admit that he was definitely a better mob boss than a father. How would our way of life change now that he was gone?

As the ceremonial boat continued on toward the ocean’s horizon, I wondered if anything was going to be the same again. I should have known better than to entertain that stupid idea.

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Two weeks after Odin’s funeral, a small group of us gathered in the Bifrost as Heimdall read from his last will and testament. Hela, Thor, Jane, Loki, and I stood in a half-circle as we listened intently to Heimdall list off who was left each of Odin’s possessions. As the list went on, we all grew restless. There was one thing we were all waiting for, and we were all eager to know who Odin left it to, even though we had a strong feeling we already knew who it was going to be.

“The last item in the will, of course, is the Sons of Odin.” Heimdall cleared his throat before continuing to read from the papers in his hands. “‘I, Odin Bohrson, leave the Sons of Odin in the jurisdiction of…’” We all held our breaths and leaned in as he took a momentary pause. “Hela Odindottir.”

A collective gasp resounded throughout the room. Hela? How could Odin have left the syndicate to her ? We were all so sure it was going to go to Thor. Hell, Odin practically despised Hela! Something’s wrong here…

“‘Furthermore’,” Heimdall continued reading. “‘Thor will act as the new underboss, retaining his position as boss of the Thunder District, and Loki will move up to the boss of the Death District, while Hela reserves the right to select and appoint her own consigliere.’”

“There has to be some sort of mistake!” Thor insisted. He was clearly taken aback, just like the rest of us.

“I can assure you, I’ve only read what was written.” Heimdall held the will out to him. “Feel free to read it for yourself, if you still don’t believe me.”

Thor snatched the paper and skimmed it, a look of absolute dread crossing his face as Jane peered over his shoulder, reaching out to grab his arm in a silent act of consolation. “Dear gods…”

Hela smirked and tossed her hair. “So it goes.” She clapped Thor on the shoulder that Jane wasn’t occupying. “It seems being a daddy’s boy all your life amounted to nothing, after all, brother.”

My stomach churned. Anyone with half a brain knew that there was always reason to be afraid when the goddess of death was satisfied. It was as jarring as a devout Christian seeing the smiling face of Satan himself.

It was only after the interaction between Thor and Hela that I noticed Loki was silently staring at his shoes the whole time. He didn’t express shock like the rest of us, nor did he even bother to speak up. A wave of sadness and concern crashed into me. Silence was extremely uncharacteristic of him. What’s going through your head? Why are you so quiet?

I awaited his mental reply, only to be met with silence. Damnit, Loki! Please don’t stonewall on me now…

“I suppose I’m not too late to give my condolences?” I practically whipped my head around to see Brunnhilde enter the Bifrost.

Everyone took a knee, lowering our gazes to the floor at the sight of her, except for Hela, who seemed as if she couldn’t care less about the entrance of Asgardian royalty. Brunnhilde’s presence always commanded power. Despite her short stature, she seemed to tower over everyone who spoke with her. I figured that was simply because anyone who spoke to her did so while bowing to her. She served time as a warrior in the army of Valkyries that served Asgard in times of war and struggle, so her place as king was well deserved, in my opinion and that of the majority of Asgard.

“Your majesty,” Heimdall greeted her. “I’ve just finished reading Odin’s last will and testament. The Odinchildren and their guests will be away soon.”

“Please. They’re hardly children anymore.” Her footsteps nearly sounded thunderous in the heavy silence that followed as she approached Thor. “I assume your father’s legacy lives on in you.”

“You assume incorrectly.” Thor spat, his brow furrowing as his eyes trained on the ground in front of her feet.

“His legacy lives in me.” Hela darkly chimed in, still standing. What a bitch! A scary bitch, but still a bitch…

I couldn’t see Brunnhilde’s face, but I could almost feel the mix of fear and disgust that radiated from its expression. I listened to her footsteps as they clicked against the floor once again, but they grew louder this time, only stopping when a pair of white boots entered my vision. My stomach did a somersault as I processed the fact that the king of Asgard stood merely inches from me.

“Look at me.” She softly commanded.

The gold shine of the Bifrost seemed to dance in the edges of her dark brown hair, giving her figure a golden aura. Her face conveyed no emotion, and she looked down at me as if I was the interesting subject of a passionate scientist. Everything about her was elegance and strength, and it never failed to make me feel just a little bit small. My throat quickly went dry.

“Lady Y/N,” She broke me from my thoughts. “You are Midgardian, correct?”

The weight on my chest made it hard to breathe, let alone speak, but I somehow managed the words. “Yes, your majesty.”

Suddenly, she cupped the side of my face in her hand. “Måtte gudene hjelpe folket i ditt rike.” A soft look crept into her eyes as her voice lowered to match its tenderness. “You and Jane must stay strong for the sake of your realm. Promise me that.” She turned to look at Jane. “Both of you.”

“I promise, your majesty!” Jane was quick to eagerly speak up.

I was just left in a silent stupor as Brunnhilde looked back down at me. “Well?”

My mouth seemed to move on its own, and a little bit of Norwegian I picked up from my time with Loki sprang to the tip of my tongue. “Jeg lover, min konge.”

Brunnhilde smiled warmly, and I was filled with the joy of a daughter who just made her mother proud. “I have faith in you.”

I couldn’t stop the wide grin from spreading across my face as the king turned and walked out of the Bifrost. Even as I saw Hela fold her arms out of the corner of my eye, the shiver down my spine barely registered as the hazy midday sunlight swallowed Brunnhilde’s silhouette.

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“I simply don’t understand it.” Loki sat at the kitchen table with his head in his hands, fuming. We’d returned to our penthouse in Midgard that night, and he was silent for the whole trip. I offered him my hand to hold as we soared through the magic tunnel Heimdall casted for us. He’d held it tightly without a word. This was the first time I heard his voice since the will reading on Asgard.

“Loki, dear,” My heels clicked against the tile as I strolled over to massage his shoulders. “You’ve been quiet for a while now. It was starting to worry me. Tell me what’s bothering you. Please?”

“It’s…” He let out a deep sigh. “It hasn’t exactly been a secret that my father never considered leaving the Sons of Odin to me. No matter what I did, it was just never enough for him. I was never enough for him. Today was no different. He’s taunting me from the gates of Valhalla, and there’s nothing worth saying or doing about it.”

“Then, to Hel with him!” I frowned. “You’re more than capable of leading the Sons of Odin. Part of him must’ve thought so if he left the Death District to you, right? That’s still a big deal! Maybe you just need to slowly work your way up.”

“That would merely be wishful thinking.” Loki’s shoulders sank under my touch.

I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him from behind, and kissed his cheek once he lifted his head. “You will rule our underground kingdom someday. I can almost taste it. Please, just hold out a little longer, my love. If I can see it, it’s only a matter of time before everyone else will.”

A devilish grin instantly broke across his face. “You never fail to flatter me, darling.”

“Oh, please,” I teased, “I can do more than that~”

Loki let out a soft sigh as I trailed my kisses down to his collar. “Oh, love…” His breathing grew labored as my hands trailed down the front of his suit jacket, slowly unbuttoning it. “My biggest temptress and my sweetest indulgence.” He shivered. “I could never resist you.”

“Then don’t.” I purred as I slid his jacket off his shoulders. “You have some stress keeping you all wound up. Let me help you ease it.” Holding his jacket in my hands, I began heading towards our shared bedroom to hang it up. “And allow me to run a bath for you, so I can rest your weary muscles.”

The last thing I heard before getting to the bedroom was Loki breathily moan, “Do hurry. I fear I don’t have much patience tonight…”

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The bath was ready. I was practically sweating by the time I’d finished the preparations. I’d dimmed the lights, lit some candles, and even thrown some rose petals in the water. Against Loki’s wishes, I’d taken my time. He needed this, and I wanted it to be perfect, which meant I couldn’t afford to rush. I dipped my hand in the water one last time, checking that the temperature was just right before opening the bathroom door.

“Loki, love,” I called out, “I’m ready for you- Ah!”

He practically pounced on me from just outside the door, wrapping me in his arms and pulling me into a deep kiss as he kicked the door shut behind him. He moaned as I let his tongue into my mouth, his hands sliding down my back until they caressed my ass, giving it a possessive squeeze. I tangled my hands in his hair, pulling him closer to me.

“That was too long.” He growled as we broke for air.

“I’m sorry, my love.” I cupped his face in my hands. “I wanted to make sure everything was perfect.”

“Darling, you spoil me.” He leaned forward until our foreheads were touching, our breaths intermingling between our mouths as he softly continued. “I meant to mention how impressed I was by your knowledge of Norwegian tongue earlier.”

“I learned from the best.” I softly giggled. “And that’s not all I’ve learned, either.”

“Oh, really?” Loki hummed. “Do enlighten me on how far your current knowledge extends.”

“Okay, hold on…” I thought for a moment before responding. “Jeg elsker deg.”

A proud grin spread across Loki’s face as he responded. “Jeg elsker deg også, kjære.”

I gave him a quick peck on the lips before beginning to undo his tie. “Let’s not let your bath get cold, now.”

I couldn’t tell whether Loki’s eyes were blown wide from lust or the low lighting as I began to undo his belt. “You do realize I could easily remove my clothing with my seidr, right?”

I playfully smirked up at him. “But that wouldn’t be as fun, would it?”

“Little minx.” He teased as I dropped his pants, revealing his half-hard cock. “I do hope that means you’ll be joining me tonight.” The idea of bathing with him had my inner walls clenching on air.

“How could I not?” Fighting the temptation to begin stroking him right there, I helped him out of his shirt and gathered his clothes in my arms. “I’ll make sure these are put away neatly. You get in and I can help you wash up when I’m done.”

“Must you make me wait again?” His eyes shone with a familiar softness that nearly made me weak in the knees.

“Patience is a virtue, my love.” I dusted off part of the fabric to keep myself from melting in his gaze. “I promise I’ll be quick this time.”

“Hurry back.” His request bordered on a plea as I slipped out of the bathroom.

I entered the bedroom and neatly put each article of clothing away so they wouldn’t wrinkle. I then stripped and did the same with my own clothes before slipping into a comfortable bathrobe and heading back to the bathroom.

I paused at the doorway to see Loki laying back in the soapy rosewater, his eyes shut as if he was asleep. He was an image of pure relaxation, yet the scene in front of me was reminiscent of my wildest dreams. The candlelight gave his porcelain skin a soft warm glow, making the shadows under his already sharp cheekbones more prominent. The ropes of his muscles pulled taught near his neck and shoulders. The dark tendrils of hair on his head were wetly slicked away from his face, spilling over the side of the tub in inky curls. He was beautiful, and the arousal pooling between my thighs clued me in to the fact that my body agreed.

“I know you’re there.” His voice rang out in a soft sing-songy tone. “I do hope you don’t intend to watch me all night.”

“Of course not.” I fully entered the room, only dropping my robe once Loki opened his eyes.

A small noise escaped the back of his throat. “Oh, darling. You look absolutely stunning.” His breathing grew heavier, but he still made no move to grab me or command me to get in. He was waiting for me to decide when I wanted to.

I slowly lowered myself into the water, and he allowed me to straddle his legs. “Does this mean you’re willing to give yourself to me tonight?”

“I wish to give myself to you, body and soul.” He caressed the side of my face. “Whatever you desire, you’ll have it.”

Loki was secure enough in our relationship to allow himself to submit to me at times. My heart swelled as I realized that this was one of those times. He wanted me in control, and was relying on me to grant him pleasure. That was why he tolerated my commands today. He didn’t want to think too much, or be in any form of control. He just wanted to feel.

“You’re too sweet, my love.” I leaned forward and pecked Loki on the lips again. Before I could pull away, he wrapped his arms around my hips and bucked up into mine, causing a sharp wave in the water. I let out a surprised yelp as he attempted to deepen our kiss.

My hand came up quickly, seizing his chin. My fingers curled up along his sharp jaw as I found my grip.

Pulling away from the kiss and catching my breath, I started in a cautionary tone. “Oh, pet. I didn’t give permission for that, now did I? It seems like we’re getting a little too eager...”

“I’m sorry, mistress.” He shuddered under my touch, his hands quickly leaving my hips. “I didn’t mean to be presumptuous.”

I released his face, instead moving my hand to tangle in his hair. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.” I began trailing kisses along his jaw. “And you’ve been so good up until now. I think I’m willing to overlook this little incident.”

Loki softly moaned as I continued my trail of kisses down his neck, his cock brushing my lower stomach as it twitched up. “Th- Thank you, mistress.”

“You’re very welcome, pet.” I purred. “Just lay back and let me ease your tension, okay? That’s all I need you to do tonight. Nothing difficult.”

“May I touch you?” When I didn’t immediately respond, he added. “Please, mistress? I wish to be able to feel you while you please me. I crave it.”

“How sweet.” I trailed my hands down his chest. “Even when I treat you, you still want to make sure I feel good. Is that right?” Loki nodded, and I raised an eyebrow. “Use your words.”

“Yes, mistress.” He breathed. “I crave your pleasure as well as mine.”

“You’re a dream come alive, my love.” I softly chuckled as I leaned in to peck the tip of his nose. “I will allow you to touch me, but only when directed. Fair?”

“Yes, mistress.” Loki sighed right before I pulled him into another kiss.

My hands continued to trail lower until they played at the base of his cock. His moans curled into needy whines as I dragged a finger along its length, teasing at the tip while it grew fully erect. My free hand slid back up his chest, tracing each dip, curve, and muscle in his marble-like skin. I looked back up to see sweat breaking across his brow. His gaze was unwavering from my hand, almost as if he was silently begging me to grant him release.

“My darling pet~” I cooed. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“Mistress…” Loki whimpered in response. “Please…”

I felt another clench between my thighs at the neediness in his tone. It was a neediness that only I ever got to see.

Loki often made sure to keep his guard up in the presence of anyone and everyone. Strangers, acquaintances, family… but not with me. Never with me. He felt safe enough to lower his shield after the battles of each day and allow himself to be vulnerable with me. This didn’t always come in the form of being submissive. It sometimes didn’t even involve sex at all. It was beautiful. It was intimate. It was authentic, and I craved to wrap the wounds of my beloved warrior each day, no matter what they were, because he felt in his heart of hearts that I could bring him comfort. I welcomed that level of trust with open arms.

“You’ve been so patient for me today.” I slowly wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. “I think I’ve kept you waiting long enough.” I began slowly stroking as I lined myself up over him. “What do we say?”

“Thank you, mistress.” Loki breathed before I slowly lowered myself down onto his cock, one hand guiding him inside as the other grabbed his shoulder for support. His eyes closed and his head dropped back against the edge of the tub. He let out a low drawn-out moan until I bottomed out.

“There we are…” I sighed. “How does that feel, my love?”

“S- so good…” Loki seemed to be slowly slipping into his own ecstasy. “May I have more, mistress? Please?”

“So polite, and you know I love it when you beg~” I cupped his face in my hands. “Since you asked so nicely, I believe you do deserve a little more. Just lay back and relax. I’ll take good care of you. I promise.”

I sat upright and began moving my hips, setting a slow and even pace as I began to ride him.

“Mmh- Mistress…” Loki moaned. “F- faen … So good… Oh, how I- Ah- I’ve needed this…” Every sound coming from him was like music to my ears. His moans alone could bring me to my peak in a matter of minutes.

“That’s it, pet.” I reached for his hand to interlock our fingers. “Just relax and let yourself feel.” Keeping my pace steady, and directing him into all the best spots, I softly praised him between moans. “Oh, yes… You feel so good inside me… That’s it… My beautiful pet…”

“M- Mmh… Mistress…” Loki’s eyes refocused on mine.

“Yes, my love?” I breathed.

“May I- Ah- touch you, now?” He pleaded.

“Yes, you may.” At my direction, he used his free hand–the other still being held in mine–to grab my breast.

As I shivered under the touch of him tweaking my nipple, he sat up, shifting my position the littlest bit, and buried his face in my neck, leaving kisses as he panted and moaned against my skin.

I reached my hand up to weave into his hair as he pulled the most lewd of sounds from my lips. “Wh- What do we say, pet?”

“Thank you, mistress…” Loki softly moaned against my neck, causing me to clench around him, which earned another cry from the god.

The subsequent twitching of his cock and desperate whines escaping his throat clued me in to the fact that he was nearing his peak before he could even form the words. “I’m getting close…”

“I know, my love.” My own panting was ragged as I chased my own climax. “Hold on just a little longer. We’ll cum together, okay?”

“Yes, mistress…” Loki’s grip on my breast tightened as he struggled to hold back his release.

“Ready?” I gave the hand I was holding an affectionate squeeze. “3… 2… 1!”

I clenched around his cock as it began to spill its seed inside of me. I squeezed my eyes shut and saw a flash of white as our cries reverberated off of the bathroom walls. I kept my hips moving the whole time, determined to help us both ride out our highs.

Once we both came down from our peaks, it registered to me how full I really felt. It was filthy in all the best ways. I almost didn’t want Loki to pull out. I wanted this feeling for as long as I could possibly have it.

“Darling,” I was still blissed-out when Loki moved his head from my shoulder. “You never fail to sate my cravings. Thank you.”

I quickly pecked him on the lips before responding. “There’s almost nothing I wouldn’t do for you, my love.”

“My loyal lover,” He lowly chuckled. “I suppose we should actually get cleaned up now.”

“Yeah, let’s do that.” I smiled warmly. “Come here. Let me help you wash up.”

After cleansing Loki with the finest soaps and lathers in our collection, which were imported directly from Asgard, he returned the favor, and we both went straight to bed after drying off. Resting my head on his chest, the last thing I remembered was Loki’s breath evening out before I began to fall asleep. He usually slept so peacefully when I was in his arms.

Måtte gudene hjelpe folket i ditt rike - May the gods help the people of your kingdom

Jeg lover, min konge - I promise, my king

Jeg elsker deg - I love you

Jeg elsker deg også, kjære - I love you, too, darling*

Faen - Fuck

*(“kjære” is a general Norwegian term of endearment, so it could also mean “dear” or “sweetheart”)

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cherryc1nnam0n · 1 year

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Stockholm Syndrome | Prologue

Fem!Reader x Mafia Boss!Loki

Summary: You had a shitty life your whole life, being too tired and done with your family you decide you will escape home and find a way to survive, without expecting the opportunity to be served in a golden tray...

Series cw: Mafia AU Loki is the boss, no powers AU just important names, heavy Stockholm syndrome if you squint, reader has shitty parents, mentions of alcohol and drugs, kidnapping, guns, blood and eventual smut

Chapter cw: Shitty parents, domestic abuse, running away from home, getting kidnapped

Prologue...

"I am so done with you look at this shit! This food tastes like crap!" Your dad screamed at your mom, again

"Well it wouldn't taste like it if you actually had a job and would look after your house!" Your mom confronted

A loud crash was heard, you were upstairs packing what you could in a bag, clothes, your charger, phone, tablet, essentials, you were running away from home, never looking back, you had to, your family was crumbling apart each day and you couldn't keep living like this...

"Oh yeah yeah it's all my fault! Why don't you do something useful for once and sell that stupid little shit you call a daughter?!" What? Sell?

"Shut up David! Don't get our daughter into this!" Your mother yelled

"I am fucking done with you woman, I only keep you because you have a great pussy that's all!"

Your mother's sobs were the last thing you heard before you left that house...

........

Now here you were, walking in the middle of the night, looking around for somewhere to sleep in, a park bench? An empty hallway? Anywhere would be better than your house...

What you didn't expect was a van to park next to you and two men grab you inside, throwing your bag into it with you.

"Alright we have one let's go!" One man spoke

Normally, girls would scream their lungs out, crying for help of fighting for their lives

But... You weren't... You were, smiling...?

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itshaejinju · 9 months

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Marvel Mafia Headcanons

The Asgardian Mob

Boss - Odin “All Father” Borson

Consigliere - Thor “God of Thunder” Odinson

Underboss - Loki “God of Mischief” Laufeyson

Caporegime - Heimdall

Caporegime - Valkyrie

Caporegime - Sif

Each Caporegime (Captain) has a Soldato (Soldier) under them who manages a score of associates a piece.

The main means of business is money laundering, horse racing and distribution of Asguardian mead in the local speak easy.

Odin has been the Don for a long time his group has been on top for a very long time. He’s been in bloody and gruesome battles keeping a firm grip on his territory. His two sons one biological, Thor and adopted Loki from a now defunct(supposedly) mafia family the Frost Giants, in his attempts to take claim over their territory.

Thor the Consigliere aka the right hand man the invisible fist that crushes. Thor might not as traditional in the role with his hammer and power of lighting. But none disputes that he is meant to dole out justice for the family and taking care of the tasks beset on him to bring good fortune to the family. Heavy sits the position on his shoulders knowing that one day he will take over his fathers mantle at the head of the table but he knows he will do fine with his brother taking up his old position.

Loki as an underboss does the most versatile work of all of them. He manages all the daily work and does the dirty things no one wants to do. He spends a lot of time at the speak easy establishments that are in their territory hearing secrets and spreading mischief for the sake of it. He wants to be the Don Boss he wants the brass ring he is if anything a patient man. Loki is very skilled at his job always one step above the rest. He meets Y/N at the speak easy “Slow Pour” where this unassuming Midgardian witch works as a lounge singer who bewitches his very soul.

Heimdall is the top decorated captain he is the elite team. He sees all and keeps the brunt of the injuries to a minimum. He manages the horse race racketeering and miscellaneous betting business adventures.

Valkyrie can be a hot head but she manages to pull off the riskiest missions and brings home the best stories. She manages all of the imported mead and self proclaimed head of quality control.

Sif is the most sensible in her operations, the money laundering run at several traveling food vendors. The food carts vary so much that it is hard to track and the food sells so well the money washes out quickly. Not once has her vendors be suspected of any wrong doing by the cops.

|| Part 2 The Avenger Mob Family ||

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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Angel Of Death, Chapter 11

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: mentions of secret paternity, mentions of violence/death, manipulation, noncon, mentions of rape

“Take this and go inside.”

“W-who are you?”

“Listen kid…it’s better if you don’t know who I am,” the man informed the little boy with a firm look. He handed him the manilla envelope and a DVD, “put the envelope on your mom’s desk…then go watch the DVD…you know how to put one on, right?”

“Wh-what’s going to happen to my grandpa?” he asked, trying to see over the man’s shoulder to where his grandfather and his men lay bound and bloodied on the lawn behind him, “why did you t-“

“Enough with the questions, kid,” he growled, suddenly losing his patience “go inside or you’ll be with em.”

“I’ll take him,” another man offered, “Bobby will want him to know…and you can’t just assume the kid can do it…come on kid.”

He looked up at the man, unsure on whether or not to take his hand. But after a moment he did, and the man led him into the house, just as a man with long, dark hair passed by, a leather bag in his hands.

“Who was that?”

“The man that’s going to send a message to your mommy…you don’t ever want to come across Loki…you understand?”

The little boy nodded, sparing the lithe looking man another glance. He’d looked over his shoulder and gave the little boy a smirk that chilled him to his very core. But instead of running, like he wanted to, he just looked back to the man who was leading him away from Loki, “And who are you?”

“The man your daddy hired to make sure you are safe.”

“You knew my daddy?”

“Listen,” he said softly as he led the kid into the office, “I’m going to be honest with you…there’s a lot that you don’t know…and a lot that you don’t understand…probably even more than I know, but Charles Blackwood was not your father…Bobby is.”

Charles stood still for a moment as he watched the quiet, strong man take the manilla envelope from his hands, and put it on the desk. Then he broke the DVD and put it in his pocket.

“I-I thought I had to watch that.”

“I have it on my phone,” he said simply, pulling out his phone, “that jackass shouldn’t leave evidence of it behind. Your mommy already knows, and the less people know the better. Here.”

He handed Charles his phone, and he was surprised to see Robert. He frowned as the man pressed play.

“Hey Charles. I know that this may come as a surprise to you, but I wanted to make sure you understood what I was trying to say the other day,” he started. He shifted in his seat and cleared his throat, “Your mommy interrupted our conversation. But you deserve to know the truth. Your father is not Charles Blackwood. It’s me. The other day, your mommy let me meet you for the first time ever. She and I were together before you were born…I know this is a lot to take in, and even harder to believe…but I used to work for your grandpa. That’s how I met your mommy. But your grandpa didn’t like me very much when he found out that me and your mommy made you…your mommy begged him not to hurt me, and instead, he sent her off to Italy. That’s where you were forced to stay, until your grandpa thought that you were old enough. But once you met Charles a few years ago, your grandpa told me that Charles was going to be your daddy. I didn’t like that, and he got rid of me. I’m making this video for you in case anything happens, and I can’t come to our play date as promised. The envelope is for your mommy…don’t open it. Okay? You have to trust daddy on that. Mommy won’t keep you from me anymore. Neither will your grandpa. Neither one of them think that I’ll be a good daddy…but I love you, and I’m going to prove them wrong. Listen to my buddy and do whatever he tells you to. He’ll protect you, alright, Charles?”

The video stopped and Charles looked back at the man, who turned his phone off and put it in his pocket.

“Y-you’re lying.��

Just then Charles heard a loud noise. He couldn’t place it, but it made him jump.

“You’re okay buddy…just relax,” the man said calmly as he put an arm around the young boy and pulled him back towards himself, “so long as we stay in this house, Mr. Loki won’t hurt you.”

“I want my mommy.”

“She’ll be home soon,” he said quickly, “don’t worry…and we’ll be gone before she gets here and we won’t hurt her. Today we are just taking care of grandpa to make sure that he’s not in the way. You just need to stay inside…and don’t tell mommy about me showing you this little video.”

“Wh-why not?”

“Mommy doesn’t want to admit that Mr. Robert is really your daddy,” the guy said with a shrug, “she doesn’t want to admit that your daddy is anyone other than Charles.”

“But…my mommy wouldn’t lie to me.”

He chuckled, “sorry to burst your bubble kid…but everyone lies.”

“Even you?”

“Especially me,” he said, patting down the boy’s hair. The door opened and Charles held his breath, seeing the tall man with dark hair entering his mother’s office, the slightest smudge of blood on his cheek. He felt the same chill that he’d recognized when he looked into the man’s eyes once more. He seemed to be studying Charles momentarily, before giving his attention to the man that he was with, “What is it Loki?”

“Job’s done, Kemp…”he said shortly before closing the door behind him. The man gave him a soft look and patted his hair down once more.

“Looks like I’m off…”

“Wait…I-I don’t know you.”

“You can call me Brendan, Charles.”

“Mommy, tell me about Mr. Robert.”

“Charles-“

“I-I told you about the man and what he told me,” Charles said quickly, “now where is he?”

“Mommy made sure he can’t ever hurt you,” you said softly, trying to calm him down, “Mommy wanted to protect you, and this is how.”

“What. Did. You. Do?”

You sniffled, “mommy took away his lies…he-he’s not going to-“

Charles looked at you for a moment and then slapped you as hard as he could across the face, tears falling down his own face, “You hurt him?”

“HEY!” Frank yelled, picking up Charles, “YOU DON’T HURT YOUR MOMMY!”

“No,” you whimpered, breaking apart, “No…I-I deserve it…I lied to you…but I did it to protect you…Bobby isn’t a good man, Charles. You’re here because he took mommy in a way that wasn’t supposed to happen…he lied…and he hurt mommy to create you.”

And as soon as you admitted what had happened all those years ago, Charles seemed to stop fighting Frank, “h-he hurt you, mommy?”

“Yes,” you admitted, tears falling down your face, “he hurt me for months…until he realized that I was going to have you…he broke me down until I was what he wanted…h-he did something to mommy that no one should ever have to go through…I thought I would be safe because of my father…but when he threatened to kill Bobby…I just…I couldn’t let him go through with it…he hurt me, but I fell in love with him.”

“H-he raped you,” Frank said softly, his grip falling slack on Charles. You nodded, breaking down into your hands around Frank and Nick. Frank’s jaw clenched as he looked at Nick, “I’ll fucking kill him, Nic-“

“I cut out his tongue…and we took him to the hospital,” you admitted through your tears, “I didn’t want him ruining Charles’ life and I was sick of the lies he spewed. He knew that Kemp killed Charles…he saw him enter the building…and he never told me…I just-and when he said he wanted you…it was the final straw…I had to do something to send him a message…to let him know that he doesn’t hold the same power over me that he did when I was a teenager.”

“Mommy…”

You looked up at your little boy. And you hated yourself for a moment as you were able to spot the little similarities he’d had with Bobby. His eyes were the same shade. The line of his jaw. You imagined him with a buzzcut, and suddenly you were saddened by how you only drew the similarities between Charles and himself, allowing your own delusions to cloud reality.

“I’m so sorry baby…”

“Mommy, I know that name…” Charles repeated. You paled as he started again, “mommy, that name…Kemp…it’s what Mr. Loki called the man who showed me the video when they left. He called him Kemp…but he told me to call him Mr. Brendan. He said that Mr. Robert hired him to keep me safe while Mr. Loki was there.”

Chapter 12

Tag List: @lohnes16, @lala415

#angel of death #mob au #mafia au #dark reader #frank adler #the gifted #loki #loki (marvel)#dark loki #loki odinson #marvel #marvel au #steve kemp #fresh the movie #fresh #brendan steven kemp

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Mafia AU

Guide Book

Belle’s Mafia AU

This AU (alternate universe) is set in New York, following the four most prominent Mafia Families and their business. The series, for now, will be focused on the Barnes-Rogers Family, specifically Bucky and Steve, and their little Dove. In this AU Little’s are a common thing, everyone is sort of placed into three categories, Little, Caregiver (Cg) and Little/Caregiver. (Some characters do not have a label, this is because their label is insignificant to the plot, feel free to label them as whatever you want in your head.). Because I do not know extensively what New York living is like, nor do I know extensive history of the area, I am going off of what the internet says, if you think I have something wrong, it’s probably because I do, but this is a fictional world, the vibes will be different, so even though I try to keep things accurate, I cannot promise native New Yorkers will enjoy this series care free. This series is completely fictional, I am not romanticizing real Mafia life, I am simply making up a fake world and creating a storyline within it, please do not think that the real Mafia world is like this, as it definitely isn’t.

Odinson Family - (All of New York) The oldest and most respected Mafia family, the Family holding the rights over all other Mafia families in New York. Odin’s sons are known for fighting over the leadership of the Family, too stubborn to agree to Co-Lead, instead swapping leadership every so often. Though the Family has a small inner circle, it’s known for it’s many allies, the Odinson empire far larger than meets the eye.

Odin - Head of all New York Mafia Families, nothing happens without his approval, he is basically the ‘King’ over everyone.

Thor (Cg) - Odin’s son, and leader of the ‘Odinson’ Mafia Family.

Loki (Cg/Little) - Odin’s son, right hand man of the ‘Odinson’ Mafia Family

Frigga - Odin’s wife, the voice of reason to Odin’s ruling, the mother to all.

Valkyrie (Cg) - Trusted member of The Odinson Family

Carol (Cg) - Trusted member of the Odinson Family

Barnes-Rogers Family (Brooklyn/Queens) - Bucky and Steve have never done anything apart, so when each of them were given the opportunity to move rank and create a Mafia family, on their own, they chose to merge together, creating a strong empire together. The Barnes-Rogers family is known for it’s kindness to allies as well as the community, but it’s harshness to it’s enemies, second chances are hardly ever handed out.

Steve (Cg) - Co-Leader of the Barnes-Rogers Family

Bucky (Cg) - Co-Leader of the Barnes-Rogers Family

Sam (Cg) - Right hand man of the Barnes-Rogers Family

Peter (Little) - The newest recruit to the Barnes-Rogers Family

Ned (Cg) - The newest, and only, tech guy, and member, of the Barnes-Rogers Family

Romanov Family - (Manhattan) Run by the best Russian assassin, turned Mafia leader, her ruthlessness and ability to see through lies allowing her leadership to never be questioned and instead be praised. The Romanov family is known for loyalty and shady deals, the leader keeping family close, and enemies unknowing closer. Though the Romanov Family is newly established, it’s value is heavily recognized by the others around them.

Natasha (Cg) - Leader of the Romanov Family

Clint (Cg) - Right hand man to the Romanov Family

Kate (Little) - The newest recruit of the Romanov Family

Yelena (Cg) - Trusted member of the Romanov Family

Wanda (Cg/Little) - Trusted member of the Romanov Family

Stark-Potts Family - (Staten Island) Tony, Howard Starks son, was destined for political greatness, his fathers standing as Mayor on New York opened the door to corruption above the sewers for his son. In a act of, seemingly, rebellion, Tony ended up fallowing in his uncles footsteps, taking over his Mafia Family and beginning a name for himself on his own terms. Pepper’s family was always the right hand to Tony’s uncle, helping him run the business successfully, she took on that role and more when it came to Tony, him giving her a true standing, a label that properly represented what she did within the family.

Tony (Cg) - Co-Leader of the Stark-Potts Family

Pepper (Cg) - Co-Leader of the Stark-Potts Family

Happy (Cg) - Right Hand Man of the Stark-Potts Family

Bruce (Cg) - Trusted Member of the Stark-Potts Family

Vision (Cg) - Trusted Member of the Stark-Potts Family

Rumlow Family - (The Bronx) The newest, and least trusted, as well as least established, Mafia Family.

Brock Rumlow - Leader of the Rumlow Family

Y/n Rumlow (Little) - Sibling of the leader

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acciotherapists · 8 months

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Little Sparrow: Chapter Two

Loki x Reader Mafia AU

When Tony Stark's little sister wakes up deep in enemy territory she assumes her life is over. She'll be killed or worse: used as a bargaining chip against her estranged brother. What happens when the mafia leader, Loki Laufeyson, offers her a deal she can't refuse? No sentiment. Only revenge. What happens when the truth is revealed? Will she betray her only family or betray the man she loves to hate? Little Sparrow is an enemies to lover's fic riddled with betrayal and spice!

Loki quickly moved me into our shared room, though he quickly assured me there would be two beds as he saw my eyes widen. “It’s simply for appearances, darling,” he promised. “If I’m to protect you from even my own men, as you claim it was one of them that did this to you… then they all need to believe you’re mine,” he growled. “They wouldn’t dare touch what’s mine.”

He left me alone after that as his phone rang and he took the call outside. I didn’t have anything to unpack so I simply sat on the bed. The only bed. I tried not to worry as he told me there would be a second one brought in but could I truly believe the boss of the Asgardian gang?

I felt my phone buzz and I pulled it out, checking the now cracked screen. It was damaged from the attack but still usable.

Tony: Where the hell are you?

The door opened and I jumped as Loki entered the room, eyeing the phone in my hands.

“Hiding something, little one?”

I knew there was no point in lying; he’d just figure it out anyway.

“Tony texted me. He wants to know where I am.”

“And what did you say?”

“Nothing yet. You walked in before I could.”

His phone rang again and I could see his brow furrow in annoyance as he looked down at the screen.

“Respond. Tell him you’re fine,” he hissed, before answering the phone and turning toward the door. “This better be urgent,” he growled, closing the door behind him.

I quickly began typing.

Y/n: I’m okay. Just laying low for a bit but I’m okay.

He responded instantly.

Tony: I’m glad you’re okay but where the hell are you?

Y/n: I’m just staying with a friend for a bit. I’m ok.

Tony: Alright, kid. Just call me when you can and be safe.

I tried not to scoff at the message. Be safe. Yeah, right. Be safe deep in enemy territory with a man that would easily kill me and with no way out.

****

“This better be urgent,” Loki hissed as he slammed the door to his and now Y/n’s room.

“We found him, boss. He’s got her blood on his knuckles,” the voice on the phone answered.

“Bring him to the pit,” Loki growled, hanging up the phone and leaving Y/n alone.

He made his way to the pit quickly, finding one of his men tied to a chair.

“You’re certain?” Loki asked Syf and she nodded. “He was the last one to leave the base before she was attacked and he returned shortly before you found her with blood on his knuckles.”

“And you’re certain it’s her blood?”

“We didn’t exactly test it,” she chuckled. “But he admitted it as soon as we began our questioning.”

Loki looked at the man sitting in the chair, a strange fury settling in his chest.

“What shall we do with him, boss?”

“Take him for a one-way ride.”

She nodded and signaled for another group of men to escort him away as he struggled. When they were finally gone Syf approached Loki.

“What is it about this one?” she asked him, being careful with her words.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“You’ve never killed a man for a woman before… especially not for one who’s with the Avengers.”

“My reasons are my own,” Loki hissed. “Question them again at your peril.”

She backed off and Loki left the room, leaving more questions than answers.

****

When Loki reentered our now shared room his face was contorted with anger and I could practically see the gears turning in his mind as he tossed his jacket on a nearby chair.

“What exactly is the play here, Laufeyson?” I hissed, getting straight to the point. He was already angry so I saw no point in beating around the bush.

“What do you mean?”

“You told me to tell my brother I’m fine but said nothing about where I am. What is the point of me being here? On top of the fact that I have no clothes, nothing to sleep in, and a raging headache, you’ve told me nothing about this plan of yours other than you intend to keep me here.”

He chuckled darkly. “You’re free to leave whenever you wish, pet. I will not hold you hostage." I could see him watching me carefully, as if waiting for some sort of reaction but when he found nothing he sighed and tossed his shoes into the closet.

“I’ll have Frigga go with you to get some clothes tomorrow.”

“That’s not what I meant, Loki,” I sighed. “What am I even doing here?”

He smirked, slowly moving closer. He gently moved his finger under my chin. “You’re escaping, pet.” He slowly stood again. “You’re escaping that dull life of heroism,” he chuckled. “And you’re here so I can protect you.” He lifted the covers and I looked at him curiously.

“What are you doing?”

“Tucking you in.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, sure. What are you really doing?”

“Oh, would you just lie down? I’m taking the couch for tonight. My men will have a new bed brought in tomorrow.”

“I don’t want to kick you out of your bed.”

He shook his head. “It’s fine, little one. Just lay down.”

I reluctantly complied and he pulled the blankets up to my chin. As he pulled his hands away from the blankets his finger gently brushed my cheek and there was something familiar in the gesture that I couldn’t quite place. He cleared his throat, blinking rapidly as if trying to clear his mind of something that troubled him and his face softened.

“Do you prefer the lights on or off?” he asked and my heart squeezed at the somehow familiar statement.

“What did you just ask me?”

“Lights on or off?”

“Off is fine,” I replied.

He searched my eyes and there was an uncomfortable tightness in my chest.

“Why did you ask me that?”

“Old habit, suppose.” He left no time for me to respond before flicking off the lights and retreating to the couch.

****

Loki lay tossing and turning for much of the night, though he found the sound of Y/n’s breathing to be a calming escape from the thoughts in his mind.

#loki x reader #loki x y/n #lokixreader #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki friggason #marvel #loki of asgard #marvel mcu #avengers #mafia #mafia au #loki au #loki fluff #loki x you #loki laufeyson x reader #marvel au #mcu au

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 11 months

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...oh boy. we going with all of them? alrighty

tagged by @chaotic-on-main!!!

rules: post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have WIPs!

the levi-related ones will be highlighted in pink since i've done a lot of writing for different fandoms so

Split into folders!

"BSD AU"

"Current" - dazai x reader "mafia days" - mafia!dazai x reader "mafia husband au" - chuuya x reader

2. "First drafts" - these are all canondivergent rewrites of some toaru light novels

"agitate halation arc" "battle royale arc" "DRAGON arc" "WWIII arc"

3. "Main verse" / general - most are related or excerpts of the canondivergent toaru universe unless otherwise specified

"book 1: the darkness within" "book 3 beginnings" "condemnation of the city" "intro to soul magic" - undertale au "purge arc" "soul harvest"

4. "Main verse" / "Series 1: Science" - updated drafts of canondivergent toaru light novel rewrites

"experiment arc" "the descent" "the dark side" "DRAGON" "WWII arc actual" "Ryuuri arc" - introduces another OC "freshman arc" "the next step" "agitate halation arc" "invasion arc"

5. "Main verse" / "Series 2: Magic"

"angel fall arc" "daihaisei arc" "hawaii invasion arc" "intro to magic"

"Misc"

"ATLA" - what it sounds like. OC that is Azula's twin. mostly explores Azula's POV throughout the OG series "norse au" - had some marvel-related dream where i was an odinson and beat the shit out of hela and was like very close with loki and was the true heir to the throne or something idk dreams are weird and sometimes i'll write about them "overwatch heart thing" - idk this has something to do with genji. i dont actually remember LMAO "plot: dazai is pissed at you" - what it sounds like. ex-boyfriend!dazai x reader. gets kinda dark.

"Random AU's that might turn into something" - my AOT content! :D

"Forced Roommates AU" - modern!au levi x reader (I'M STILL WORKING ON THIS GUYS I PROMISE I SWEAR) "Main AU" - canonverse levi x reader with special abilities due to a bloodline heritage "Post-war" - where i hold the parts of Until I See You Again "rivals" - canonverse levi x assassin!reader random WIPs in my drafts: - part 2 of the modern!au oneshot i wrote for @luvjiro - oneshot with flustering levi as he's patching you up - headcanons of levi as a pet!dad - either a canonverse oneshot or drabble of levi breaking up with a reader to protect them but then the reader dies and he wasn't there to protect them - request: canon!divergent scene where reader gets turned into a Titan and levi has to hunt down beardo and feed him to her - drunk love confession - levi attempting to confess his feelings but he's horrifically drunk - levi being reluctant to ask you out on a date - depressed reader and levi comes home to her with a matcha

send me asks if you're interested! even for the non-aot ones! although some i might remember better than others idk i've been writing for a while jadkf;ljd

#: @ohmytomorrowisthursday @fscottcatsgerald @marleysfinest @prettyiwa @mrsackxrman @sixpennydame @dont-f-with-moogles @ghostlykeyes @svftackerman @thevelria @nosleepjustlevi + anyone else i forgot idk i've gotten like 4 hours of sleep in the past 3 days a;dlkfjd

#tag games

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divine-knight-hand · 9 months

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Safely Endangered Masterlist

Loki Masterlist || Full Masterlist || Read on AO3

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader

Summary: The Sons of Odin were one of the most feared and respected mafia syndicates of the Midgardian realm. Upon the death of its revered boss, total control fell into the hands of a certain bloodthirsty goddess of death. Between a dangerous shift in power, constant attacks from their rival mafia, HYDRA, and continuous struggle to keep under the radar from S.H.I.E.L.D., do Loki and Y/N have what it takes to keep their relationship alive?

Notes:

Surprise! I ended up starting another series while I still have to finish my first! Hehehe…

You can see the art that sparked the idea for this series at this link. Yep, that was all it took to get the ball rolling. Inspiration comes from the oddest of places, I tell ya.

I guess I really have that artist to thank for all of this. Everybody say thank you to user @__ico from twitter! (I wouldn’t be caught dead calling it X…)

Also, I would like to add that the female depictions in the cover art are NOT a representation of what Y/N is supposed to look like. Though it’s almost impossible to write Y/N as a person that would fully encompass everyone and anyone (and that won’t stop me from trying!), I always prefer to keep my descriptions of her as vague as possible.

Added 08/23/2023: I’ve made a Pinterest board of art that I feel fits the vibe of this series. Check that out here!

Warning: Since this series involves life in the mafia, death and murder will be discussed at length, as well as other crimes. Interact at your own discretion.

Key: ☁️ - Fluff ❤️ - Smut ❤️‍🩹 - Angst

Chapter List:

❤️‍🩹☁️ Prequel: True Liberation || Read on AO3

❤️‍🩹❤️ Times are Changing || Read on AO3

Dividers by @cafekitsune

#series masterlist #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki #marvel #loki mcu #smut fanfiction #smut #loki fic #loki fanfiction #loki smut #loki fanfic #loki x female reader #loki x reader #loki marvel #mcu loki #mafia au

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becasworldsstuff · 2 years

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𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮

-> hi everyone!! I’m beca and u are all very welcome in my world, I use she/her pronouns

-> English isn’t my first language, so if I make mistakes, please feel free to tell me

-> please DNI: if you don’t support lgbtq+, if you are pro life, if you are underage ( I won’t check every single one of you time per time in search of a minor, you are responsible for what you choose to read)

-> I’m a proud FEMINIST so please if it makes you uncomfortable the idea of having equal rights, please leave now

-> feel free to send requests

-> these are the characters (divided by show/film/book/au) that I write for

-> I WRITE FOR RELATIONSHIPS/PLATONIC

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

James Buchanan Barnes (40s/any era/mafia/modern/daddy/cg/bff…)

Steven Grant Rogers (40s/any era/mafia/modern/daddy/cg/bff…)

Anthony stark (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Sam Wilson (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Loki Laufeyson (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Thor Odinson (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Stephen Strange (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Tchalla (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Clint Barton

Stucky ( poly)

Sambuckysteve (poly)

BRIDGERTON

Anthony bridgerton (lover/bff/sister…)

Benedict bridgerton (lover/bff/sister…)

Colin Bridgerton (lover/bff/sister…)

Simon Basset (lover/bff/sister…)

Daphne Bridgerton (bff/sister)

Eloise Bridgerton (bff/sister)

OUTER BANKS

John b

Pope

Kiara

Sarah

Rafe

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES UNIVERSE

Freya mikaelson

Elijah mikaelson

Klaus mikaelson

Kol mikaelson

Rebekah mikaelson

Poly mikaelson

Davina Claire

Elena Gilbert

Jeremy Gilbert ( WHEN OF AGE)

Katherine Pierce

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Silas

ONE CHICAGO

Matthew Casey

Kelly severide

Blake Gallo

EVERYONE ELSE ONLY FOR PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP

-> I write everything from smut to fluff, I like a bit of angst but I WONT DO SAD ENDINGS

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caplanbuckybarnes · 1 year

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Zemo & Loki & Thor Fics

Hello and welcome to my masterlist! This little space features only Zemo x Reader, Thor x Reader, and Loki x Reader.

Fics with 🤓 are favorites of mine!

Fics with 🔥 smut

Fics with 😡 angst

Fics with 💕 are fluff

Fics with 🍯 200+ notes

Fics I could possibly consider continuing 🧐

updated April 12 2024

----LOKI LAUFEYSON-----

I'm Your God Summary: smut. Literal smut. 🔥🤓 [LINK WILL TAKE YOU TO AO3]

Black Kittens Summary: Loki is still alive after all… but not in the way you’d know [LINK WILL TAKE YOU TO AO3]

A Burden Summary: he was finally here with you. [LINK WILL TAKE YOU TO AO3]

Bookshops & Mythology Summary: a handsome stranger comes into the bookshop you work abs offers you a date. [LINK WILL TAKE YOU TO AO3]

3AM Cookies Summary: you wake up in the middle of the night because someone’s baking in your kitchen. [LINK WILL TAKE YOU TO AO3]

Better With You

----THOR ODINSON----

Cuddling Under Him Summary; he missed you more than words could explain

Dirt & Grit Summary: Thor comes home after a long day at the “office” 😡

Secrets in Misery Summary: you’d thought you’d never betray your husband. 😡

Thor’s Greatest Day Summary: He asks for your hand in marriage mafia lord ! Thor x reader 🤓

UnGodly Desires Summary: well, you certainly believe in deities now. 🔥

What Now? Summary: He never wanted you to find out about his secret life…. [Demon!Thor] 😡

Secrets in Misery Summary: you’d thought you’d never betray your husband 😡 [Demon! Thor] [LINK WILL TAKE YOU TO AO3]

More of You Summary: Love at first sight was all Thor needed to sweep you off your feet.

--------HELMUT ZEMO-----

Caraphrenialia Summary: you don’t understand why he’s leaving you 😡

Lost You Summary: he leaves you to help out someone you never thought. 😡 🤓 [link will take you to ao3]

Devoted to You Summary: Helmut loved showing you off, even in the middle of his poker games... he always wanted a taste of you

Hazelnut Love Summary: you tried your best to hide your feelings from your friends

Feather Kisses Summary: It's the morning after your wedding with your new husband.

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Faded Black Ink [IronStrange] - Chapter 12

Relationship: Doctor!Stephen Strange x Mafia!Tony Stark

Tags: Mafia AU, Angst, Romance, Idiots in love

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Chapter 12: Facing death

Stephen entered the penthouse the Odinsons were currently living in. After their call, he had made a short detour home to get his doctor bag and to appear somewhat professional. He had been called because Odin had died. Stephen would be the doctor to confirm the death.

The mood was understandably somber. Loki didn't even acknowledge him when Stephen entered, his eyes remaining fixed on the table where he sat. His older brother's sadness was also evident, but as soon as he caught sight of the doctor, he put on a neutral mask and stood to greet him.

"Thank you for coming, doctor." His voice was strained, his former happy-go-lucky demeanor gone.

"My condolences to you and your brother." Stephen didn't linger on too many words. There was nothing he could offer the man. He could not take away his pain; it was part of death. Besides, he was an outsider. He had not known the dead man, had never spoken to him, and knew nothing of him except part of his medical history. Stephen was doing what he was here to do: his job.

Odin was still in the same room as when Stephen had last seen him. The machines had been turned off and silent. Someone had opened the window, as far as it was possible this high up here, and lit a candle on the small table beside the bed. Stephen recognized it as a ritual for the soul to find its way out well. Stephen did not wonder at this superstition – it seemed to fit in with this family.

Thor waited at the door while Stephen did his work, efficiently but respectful. His moves were practiced – in the hospital he often had to deal with death. As far as modern medicine had come, there wasn't a cure for everything.

Filling out the death certificate, he asked Thor a few questions about his father's condition of the last days. They were mere formalities, there was nothing to indicate that his death had a non-natural cause.

The father was to be cremated - that was the decision he had made when he had been conscious, and that was apparently the tradition of that family. The sons would return home with the urn, to take care of the future of the company that now fell into their hands.

Normally a cremation could take quite a while; in a city as large as New York, many people died every day. But Stephen had a contact at the crematorium, whom he called and arranged for Odin to be picked up that same evening. Money would not matter, as Thor had assured him.

"If you need anything else, call me," Stephen said before he left. He didn't know why he was doing this. As he had said before, he didn't really make house calls. These men were practically strangers, they didn't advance his career, and Stephen refused to get paid by them. He gained nothing from this.

All because of a stupid comment by the younger Odinson and Stephen's pride.

But somehow the doctor didn't mind. Maybe because he had learned to look behind the facade of powerful men. He saw two brothers, overseas and far from their home, grieving. He just felt that this was important. That it was the right thing to do.

Thor nodded and handed Stephen a business card. "I know you said you don't want money. But if you find yourself ever in need of something, we will be happy to help. A favor for a favor."

It was a simple card with only a name and personal phone number on it. Stephen tucked it in his doctor's bag before saying goodbye with a few words and leaving.

While Stephen waited for the valet to pull his car up, he glanced at his watch. It was early afternoon. This was not like he thought his day would go. He thought he would stay over at Stark's place. It wasn't too late, he could call Tony and see if he was still available.

But Stephen wasn't in the mood. Death tends to dampen it, even with no attachment to the patient. In medical school, doctors were taught how to deal with death. But that was all theory. Unfortunately, the reality was different.

He called Christine as he got into his car. Both hands on the wheel, he put her on speaker. "Hey, are you free later? I still owe you dinner."

There was a pause before she answered. "Isn't it your free day? You said you had plans."

"Well, they changed." Stephen kept his tone neutral, not revealing what the reason for the change was. He knew she would understand - Christine probably faced death much more often since she worked a lot in the ER. But Stephen didn’t want to talk about his day. He wanted to be distracted.

"I love being your second choice." There was no bite to her words. "See you at seven."

Stephen grinned. Christine was a good friend and he was glad to have her.

When he later met her outside the restaurant – a cute Greek place someone had recommended to him – and greeted her with a hug, he didn't notice that he was being watched. He hadn't noticed that someone had followed him from his apartment, because it wasn't the usual FBI's car. It was someone entirely different.

Stephen and Christine got a window seat and were so engrossed in their conversation, they hardly glanced outside. So they didn't notice the camera in the car window across the street, which was quietly sounding click click...

"I was talking to Doctor Cho."

Stephen raised his eyes questioningly. "Oh?"

"Yeah." Christine picked at her vegetables and glanced up at him. "Found her contact in the records and consulted her for a difficult case of BID."

Private contact information of current and former hospital employees was sensitive data and not officially available to colleagues – unless one had a really good reason. Stephen doubted there wouldn’t have been anyone in New York she could consult about this case.

"And?" he asked, curious but also anxious about what she had found out.

"It was a video call. She lives in Florida now. Married, has a dog." The alive hung unspoken in the air and Stephen let out a breath he didn't notice he had been holding.

He reached for his wine glass and took a sip. "Thank you, Christine."

Tony met Obidiah in the kitchen. The chef had made chicken and potato salad and even though Tony didn't stick to the general meal times, he always got a portion set aside. He also paid the chef a lot of money.

"Ah, Tony," Obidiah greeted him. "I wanted to talk to you. You know the children of Wenwu, the Ten Rings, right?"

Tony chewed on his chicken. "I met the daughter a while ago." He hadn't had any contact with her since, but he now owned a new mansion in Northern California. Maybe he'd take Stephen there for a little get away. That would be nice.

"Well, her brother Shang-Chi wants to meet up. A courtesy call to formally introduce himself. We can probably expect a business proposal or something similar soon."

Thoughtfully, Tony tilts his head. The Wenwu's were a difficult family, not easy to categorize in their goals.

"I made a reservation at Claire's," Obidiah continued. "For this afternoon. I'm looking forward to hearing what he has to say."

Obidiah held - after Tony - the most power. He was his closest confidant - along with Pepper and Rhodey, but their workspace was outside the tower. Claire's was a bar that was frequently used for more or less illegal meetups between two parties. To most of the people it was some kind of neutral ground and with a reservation no other patrons would be there.

"I'll go," Tony decided, following a sudden streak of intuition.

"Are you sure?" Obidiah asked.

"You're doing enough already. Happy will drive me."

"Alright then. Thank you." His godfather patted him on the back while Tony texted his bodyguard.

Claire's was a bar like any other, probably a little more nondescript. Located in a side street, with a green facade and a wooden interior. The windows were tinted, so you couldn't really tell who was inside. The sign in the door said CLOSED, but Tony opened the door anyway. A soft ringing sounded.

A quick glance told him Shang-Chi wasn't in yet. He stepped to the counter and ordered a scotch. The bartender was the only other person in the room. He would lock up when the second party arrived, then disappear into a back room for the duration of the meeting for privacy.

Tony took his drink and set it down on his preferred table in the middle of the bar. But he didn't sit down, instead stepping up to a jukebox against the wall. While he waited, he might as well pass the time. So he skipped through the selection of songs.

Happy, meanwhile, waited in the car, watching the entrance to the bar. He'd rather be right by Tony's side at the meeting, to keep an eye on everything.

His cell phone rang and Happy frowned, pulling it out of the inside pocket of his jacket. A glance at the display showed him an anonymous ID. Unusual. Not many had his number and usually he was only called in an emergency.

He answered it and heard a click as the caller hung up. Weird.

His eyes wandered back to the street. A person opened the door of the bar. Happy's eyes widened, because it wasn't the Asian guy they were waiting for.

He jumped out of the car, his hand moving to his concealed weapon. Behind him he noticed a movement and just managed to dodge it, so that only his shoulder and not his back was stabbed with a knife. Happy winced, took a swing with his elbow and hit someone behind him. It was not enough to free himself. He was pinned against the car and yelled out in pain as his already injured arm was twisted.

All resistance was futile as he was tasered.

Most of the songs in the jukebox were old classics. Tony spotted one by ZZ Top and reached for his wallet to find a quarter. He heard the soft ringing of the front door. That had to be Shang-Chi. Tony held a ten dollar bill between two of his fingers. "Can you change that? I don't have any coins on me."

Instead of getting an answer, two shots rang out in quick succession and Tony froze for a moment. Then he whirled around, saw a strange man with no family resemblance to Xialing – he wasn't even Asian. He held a gun in his hand, which he pointed at Tony. His eyes rolled back into his head and he dropped dead to the floor. Behind him stood Natasha, a gun raised herself. Her gaze was fixed on the bar and the blood there on the wall told Tony that the second shot had been aimed at the bartender.

His gaze darkened and he put his money back in his pocket. "What the actual fuck is going on?" he demanded to know, not sure where he stood with Natasha.

She put her gun back in its holster - it calmed Tony only slightly. He straightened his shoulders, not saying another word until he got an answer. Natasha was calm, her movements purposeful. With a soft click, she locked the door.

"They are Hydra." She stepped to the man with the gun and pulled aside his shirt collar, revealing the tattoo of a skull with six tentacle legs.

Frowning, Tony stepped closer and looked at the man. He was unknown to him and he was wondering when this scum of an organization got into his city.

"This meeting was a trap," he realized. The question was whether Hydra and the Ten Rings were working together, or whether Hydra had used the meeting as an excuse to meet him alone. No, to meet Obidiah alone, Tony corrected himself. Tony had just happened to be standing in for him. But getting rid of his godfather would also have been a major setback.

"That's correct," confirmed a new voice that was also familiar to Tony. One he didn't think he would hear again.

When he turned around, he saw Nick Fury step out of the shadows in the back. Tony was very close to laughing out loud. "Son of a bitch, you're alive? I need another drink!" Suddenly he remembered something and turned back to Nat. "Wait, what about Happy?"

"He got tasered, but he will be fine. Maria Hill is with him."

So the whole old gang that his father had started was reunited. Tony could only shake his head at this. He stepped behind the bar and reached for a bottle of scotch and a fresh glass. He wouldn't drink anything this bartender had touched.

"You guys want a drink too?" he asked the other two over his shoulder, but got only silence in response. He got two more glasses anyway. Ignoring the two bodies on the floor, he sat down at a table and filled all three glasses two fingers' width with alcohol.

"So...," he looked at Fury, "you're not dead. That's good, I guess."

Fury sat down across from him, Nat taking a seat at Tony's left side. "I had to keep a low profile for a while to clean up. There were traitors in my ranks and there are too in yours," Nick explained.

Tony swirled the amber liquid in his glass, watching it spin. "Obi was set for this meeting. They wanted his head."

"They want everyone close to you. To weaken your defense, before they destroy you."

That's what it always came down to. It was an aspect of Tony's position that he despised. His men knew the risks of working for him, of standing by his side. That they still didn’t leave him, he credited them. For him, his closest circle was family. And he resented an attack against his family more than an attack directed against his own person.

Tony glanced briefly at Nat and realized something. "During that gig in Boston, you worked for Fury, didn’t you?" He wasn't sure if that made it better or worse, but it explained why she hadn't told him.

"I didn't lie, when I told you, he had information about me and my past," she said truthfully. "But Zimin also had files about some other people."

Fury pulled a tablet from his jacket pocket and gave it to Tony. He read the names of various folders. Names that were familiar to him. There was one for Pepper, one for Rhodey, Natasha, Steve... and one in particular that caught his eye. With a touch of his finger he opened it and stared at various photos and files. On any single one of them he read the name of Doctor Stephen Strange.

It took him a few seconds before he found his voice. "What am I looking at?"

It was Fury who answered him. "The collected data of people close to you and therefore of interest for them. They will most likely try to deduce the weakest link."

Tony pinched the back of his nose. This was definitely a disturbing turn of events. He would think about what he could do about it. But one thing was definitely certain: "We need to get ahead of them."

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