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phthalomushroom · 3 months

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The Family

pairings: modern!mafia!aemondxreader

summary: You had left Kings Landing and the Targaryen family four years ago. Now back and living with your old roommate you realize that the life you had thought you escaped had seemingly been waiting for you. But will the family really let you go? Will the people you left behind forgive you? Can you forget the past and look to the future?

warnings: language, mentions of trauma, slight panic attack

word count: 1.34k

note: first writing I’m releasing to the world - it is what it is at this point. also working on the title so it probably will not stay that.

The train’s horn pulled you out of the stupor of your book. Your attention drew to the bustling city of King’s Landing that passed by your window. The train was pulling up to the platform and you had half a mind to stay seated until the train left for the next destination. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, maybe you could have rejected the job your remote internship had offered and found something to do in Winterfell.

But then you caught sight of the white dreads from the crowd, holding a “welcome home” sign and felt the nerves dissipate. You grinned, standing and grabbing your bag. After pushing through the crowd, you were finally face to face with your childhood friend.

Beala welcomed you with open arms. “Four years is too long.”

You shook your head, squeezing Beala once more before pulling away. “You act like you didn’t come to visit.”

“Having to take a ten hour train ride to Winterfell is vastly different than a one minute walk to your room. I’m glad to have my roommate back.”

“I’m happy to see you too.”

You grinned linking arms with her as you both ventured to the streets of King’s Landing. You walked down the sidewalk, briefly filling Baela in on all that recently happened in Winterfell. Up the street, however, you noted the black sedan pulling around the corner, your steps faltered. On instinct you ducked into the nearest store, pulling Baela with you. Luckily, the store you found shelter in was a quaint little bakery, one that seemed new to the block.

Baela knew what you were doing as you both tried to get as deep as you could into the store, keeping an eye on the sedan that drove past the windows.

You hadn’t done this in years, you realized. Hadn’t needed to hide in a store, hadn’t needed to look over your shoulder wondering if someone was coming to get you, wondering if someone was following you. It was too easy to slip back into old habits.

“Can I help you with something?”

You were pulled from your thoughts, looking at the kind cashier.

You cleared your dry throat. “No, just looking.”

Baela took your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You're okay, we’re okay.”

You nodded. You knew that. You weren’t involved with the Targaryens anymore which meant you were normal, which meant no more targets on your back. But that didn’t stop your heart from racing. That didn’t stop the nervous sweat that broke out along your skin. It certainly didn’t stop you from laying a hand over the scar on your abdomen.

“We can go now.”

You nodded, willing your legs to follow Baela outside and along the sidewalk. If only to keep your mind from racing did you begin noting the stores you passed.

You once knew these streets like the back of your hand, now as you looked around it was so different. The shops that now littered the streets were bustling, which was usual during the evening rush but so many of the shops you had grown up with seemed to be replaced with imposters.

“What happened to Clarico's?” Your voice was dry but it gained its strength. You noticed the shop that was once a popular corner store you had frequented as a teen, was now left vacant and boarded up.

“Uhm, there was a… situation.”

“Oh?” Baela avoided your eyes. You let out a long breath, calming your still racing heart. “So not much has changed.”

You pushed the thoughts that began to bubble in your mind, you needed to be here - with Baela. Not with him, not in the past.

She pulled you tighter to her, like the past was gonna pull you away. “We have a lot to catch up on.”

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Baela and your apartment was the same as you had left it all those years ago. The same one eared cat that perched on the concrete steps outside the building. The same broken elevator that had been a death trap since you moved in. The same creaky stairs.

Baela hadn’t changed much of the apartment since you left either. When you walked through the door that familiar vanilla scent hit you.

There was an ongoing joke between you and Baela after her boyfriend, Jace, wondered aloud one day how it always smelled like vanilla but he never saw the candle burn. Baela and you had looked at eachother and instantly knew what had to be done. Ever since, the two of you used a plug in diffuser and kept the same vanilla candle sitting in the center of the kitchen island. It was a stupid bit that Baela seemed to have continued, even without you.

It was a strange comfort to know that even though you left and even though the city changed, you changed, Baela hadn’t.

You went over to the living room table where a photo of Baela, Jace, her sister Rhaena, and Rhaena’s boyfriend Luce were all smiling happily at the beach.

“You better rest up, we have dinner reservations tonight.”

Your head shot up from the photo. “Oh, no. I can’t go out tonight.”

Baela grinned, crossing her arms across her chest. “Why not?”

“Tired?” It was a pathetic lie on your part.

From the look on her face she wasn’t buying it. “He isn’t in the city.”

You set the photo back on the table, rubbing your finger over a groove in the wood. “Who?”

She smirked. “The person you’ve been trying to forget the last four years. Aemond.”

The name sent a shiver through you. In all honesty you had forgotten him- or at least convinced yourself you did. And you had forgotten about him on your walk with Baela, doing your best to concentrate on the now. It took you four years to try to forget the pain of Aemond Targaryen. But the last thing you wanted was to see him.

Four years didn’t seem long enough now.

You walked over to the kitchen table, taking a seat on one of the chairs. “And who told you he’s not in the city?”

Baela joined you at the table. “Jace.”

Your brows rose. “If he knows Aemond’s business then he’s…”

“Yeah. He’s been with the family officially since you left. He’s really happy, we’re really happy.”

You nodded. “You’re okay… with all of it?”

Everything that came with being part of the Targaryen family.

But it was more than a family. It was a business, a business that was generations old and had its control over every aspect of this city. Some parts of the family business even had influence beyond King’s Landing.

It’s why you went to Winterfell. It was the farthest place you could think of where a certain Targaryen couldn’t reach you.

Baela ran her finger over a groove on the table. “I love him. He made his choice and I… I’ll stand with him.”

You saw the hesitation in her eyes, the worry. You wondered if your face reflected hers when your mother asked you a similar question all those years ago.

Is your love strong enough for what he’ll become?

But back then you thought nothing of your mothers questions.

That question now echoed through your mind. Kept you up late throughout the years.

At least now you know the answer to it.

“I’m happy that you’re happy.” You reached out a hand to Baela, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “I’m here now, less than a minute down the hall if you need me.”

“Thank you.” She stood shaking off the moment. She reached in her pocket pulling out a credit card. “Anyway, get ready Jace insisted he pay for dinner. As a welcome home.”

“Well, if he’s paying.” You smirked, standing up.

“Good, cause we’re going to Frederico’s. I know how much you’ve been craving their garlic bread.”

With that she turned, skipping down the hall to her room to begin getting ready.

You let out a long breath, maybe you should have stayed on the train.

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universal-shenanigans · 4 months

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Tension & Questions

“How did this happen?” A very confused and rightfully irritated Don V asked over the laptop. He wasn’t blaming them, just absolutely baffled as to how so many mobsters were dead. Andrew spoke up, “Of course we don’t know how it happened, but we can surmise who did it.”

“I think the real problems lie in how many people we have left, and how recent these incidents occurred.” Alexa paced around the room. She was too anxious to sit still and think about this. V pushed himself up and grunted. He was still in the hospital after all and was definitely feeling the aftermath of the back-to-back blood transfusions and stitches. “Okay, we need to tackle this one step at a time. Majority of them are dead, but we do still have a good number of outlets to see, right? Haven’t you two made your own alliances once you had more stake in the business?”

Alex shrugged, “I mean, yeah. But pretty much everyone we knew, our dads knew, and vice versa.”

“Yeah, and anyone that me and Arthur made alliances with are definitely on here. Those people are obviously out. It’s just...” Alexa gazed at the list once more after Alex had forcibly stopped her pacing at the couch. She shook her head, “V, there are a lot of names on here. Several of them are some pretty big names. Ones that I know, for a fact, should not be dead. So, clearly Arthur killed off a good chunk of these people. I refuse to believe he didn’t. The others, there’s a chance there was some in-fighting and betrayals. So right now, that’s why we’re down to five pe-”

Brrring! Brrring!

Alex’s phone started ringing. She raised a finger as she took the call to another room. V continued the conversation, “So, we’re down to five people?”

“Yes. Thankfully, the ones that are still alive know one if not both our fathers, or they have a straight connection with Arthur.”

Alex walked back and plopped back down on the couch, seeming to be even more irritated with their situation. She highlighted the fifth of the top five names and struck through it. They looked at her, surprised and more confused than they were before. “That was my dad on the phone. He died last night. Not by Arthur, granted. He died by health complications with his heart and whatever the hell else was going on. Point is, we’re down to four people.”

There was a collection of groans about the news. Of course, no one was going to lose hope or stop over this, but the setback just made their investigation 20 times harder. V pinched the bridge of his nose and cleared his throat. “Okay. We’re just going to have to work with that. It’s far from what we need, but maybe some worthy information can come from some of them.”

“Well, I know the second one, Victor Bass. Calls his place of operations “The Pro Shop” and calls himself “Big Bass”. He knew my father in the past, but he cut ties with him years ago cause he tipped someone about my dad doing something, don’t know to this day, but long story short it almost got me, and my mother killed. I don’t know if he’s changed his place of operations, but we can try and start there.”

“Alright, I consider that a step in the right direction.” V nodded.

Alex continued as she scrolled through, “I know a guy here too. Know where his place is. No connection, but I’ve very briefly interacted with him cause of a quick trip. I can see if I can get us some time to talk.”

“Good, good. I will try to look into some of my own connections and see what I can do from this damned hospital bed.”

“Do you think any of them actually have ties, let alone know him?”

“You’d be surprised. Young or old, everyone seeks to benefit from anyone. I just need to weed out the worst ones.”

Alex gave an arched expression as she stretched her legs onto the coffee table, “How’s that goin’ anyway? Ya know with the whole needles and medical stuff?”

A note of coy and mockery was laced in her question, causing the man to snap his attention to her and sneer. “Watch it, Vandem. I’m not in the mood. I’m a sitting duck here with everything going on. Unfortunately, I don’t have the muscle that you and Alexa carry, so who knows what could happen while I’m here.”

“Besides them comin’ after you? I don’t think there’s much for you to worry about. We actually got family to look out for...” She mumbled the last bit under her breath. It wasn’t hard for him to hear her and it garnered a negative expression from Alexa. However, V stayed silent. Alexa took the laptop and sighed. “Look, we’ll try to figure out another way to-”

“Find a back-up plan. I’ll see you all when I’m out...” The call ended. Alexa took a deep breath and snapped her attention to her friend, who didn’t look even a little bit remorseful about what she had said. Alexa looked up at Andrew, who only looked away to avoid her gaze. She tossed the laptop onto the couch and took another deep breath. “Okay...what the fuck? Why would you say something like that?!”

“Alexa, what makes you think an absolutely waste of space and air like him has a-”

“What makes you think that he doesn’t?! You’re acting like a petty child and throwing cheap shots at a man that’s literally helping us go after a real monster! I don’t fucking know what he’s done, frankly I don’t want to know, but I do know that with as suspicious as he may seem to you two, he’s only shown day by day more of a reason to trust him!”

“You wouldn’t be sayin’ that if you knew what he did! Everyone who crosses his path stays clear, hates him, hightails it outta there or all of the above! Why the fuck would you try and take a chance like that after seeing and hearing all of those warning signs about him?!” Alex jumped up.

Alexa stepped closer, yelling, “ARE WE ANY FUCKING DIFFERENT?!”

Silence. Andrew looked between the two, eyes finally landing on Alex as she began to back down. Alexa’s voice was laced with anger as she continued. “Are we...? If we are, prove it...”

Alex still didn’t say anything and just snatched up her jacket and stormed out the door. Alexa watched, and as soon as the door closed, she glared at Andrew. He shook his head and grabbed his coat from the back of a chair. “Can’t expect everyone to be as trusting as you are, darling. He’s done...a lot. More than the two of you combined. But, it’s not our place to talk about it. He should tell you himself. Even if he wants to keep his past in the past. Not fair to you or the people getting involved in this situation being left in the dark...Gonna try and calm her down...”

He left. The air felt heavy. Alexa looked down at the laptop. Then to the door. The laptop. The door. The laptop. The door...the door...The amount of profanities that were screaming in her head were...immense. The only thing that managed to come out was an angry, “This is fucking ridiculous...” She quickly grabbed her coat and left as well.

#universal-shenanigans #STORIES BY REN #Modern Mob AU #Alexa Vandus #Andrew Willis #Alex Vandem #mythologyvincent

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ato-dato · 30 days

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Part two!!!

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the-dendrophile-bookdragon · 5 months

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Red Dress

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Warning: mafia AU, jealous Daemon, mention of alcohol consumption, stalking (not major), mention of violence and torture (not graphic), smut, rough p in v, p in v, spanking, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, creampie, aftercare, fluff

Summary: Daemon protects what is his with his life. Even at the cost of his wife's wrath.

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She sat at her vanity with the back to the bed. Her hair was elegantly styled so her neck with the ruby necklace her husband gifted her a while ago was revealed. Her sparkling eyes were accented by black lines and a light shadow on her eyelids.

She took her bottle of perfume and spritzed some on her neck and her wrists. The smell of Orchids and Orange blossoms wafted through the air and filled his nostrils. He closed his eyes, taking in her favourite perfume.

Daemon sat on their large bed. His tailored black suit clung to his body like a clove. Showing off the muscles of his arms. He watched his wife with fascination as she got ready for a simple charity event they didn’t even host. In his eyes, she was overdressed, but he was always thinking she was overdressed. He preferred her in as little clothes as possible.

The red dress clung to her like a second skin, hugging every delicious curve on her perfect body. The fabric was pure Italian silk he had imported to be made into the masterpiece she was currently wearing.

She turned to him with a smile on her ruby-red painted lips. Her smile brought a warm feeling all over his chest. “I am ready, honey.” Her soft voice made Daemon’s heart race. She stood up, her movements enticing. His already drifted mind went to the gutter. He didn’t like the idea of going to the charity gala but now he didn’t want to go at all.

Daemon began to pout like a petulant child. “Do we have to, darling?” He walked over to her, his large hands on her hips. He pulled her to his chest, smiling charmingly at her. “We could get undressed, get into more comfortable clothes or even no clothes.” A smile formed on his full lips. “We could open a bottle of wine. This sounds better than going to this stupid gala. It’s not even planned by you, so it will be boring as hell.”

She giggled softly at her husband’s allusions. “Two hours, then we will leave.” She kissed his cheek softly. He closed his eyes at the soft touch of her lips, humming softly under his breath. “I’ll make it up to you after the gala, my dear.” She whispered onto his skin.

Daemon wanted to drink his boredom away, but he promised his wife not to drink too much. Those days were over when he would do that. A long time. He hadn’t drunk himself to oblivion since he met his wife. She had made him a better man.

He felt feather-soft touches on his shoulder before he felt the soft lips of the love of his life. He leans into her touch, sighing as she slings her arms around to interlock her hands on his chest. “Where have you been, darling?” he softly asked.

She smiled, kissing his cheek. A soft reassurance she was fine. “I was in the garden with some wives of your associates.” She softly spoke in his ear. He grinned into his glass.

“Don’t get too worked up, my love. But someone is watching me.” She softly told him. She took his chin between her fingers and turned him to the man who watched her all night. “He hasn’t approached me or tried to. He just watches me.”

Daemon’s posture became stiff. Even with his wife’s soft touch, his muscles tensed. “Daemon, please calm down.” She whispered; her voice laced with worry. “I am, darling.”

He was anything but calm. His mind was already racing with possible worst-case scenarios. He had already formed a plan to retrieve this creep. He only had to nod. His men were posted all around the venue.

Daemon felt the soft caress of his wife on his face. “Don’t do it, Daemon. He is harmless.” The man scoffed. “He has been watching you all night, darling. He isn’t harmless. He has been watching where you were going. What if you had decided to go somewhere alone.” He pulled her body closer to his, kissing her temple softly.

She knew how anxious he was. How the fear of losing her cursed through his veins.

Her arms snaked around his shoulders. She held him to her chest. “Let’s go home. You have suffered enough.” She grinned into his neck. He hummed in agreement.

As they were leaving, Daemon nodded to one of his men. A chain reaction was triggered resulting in the man who had watched his wife being taken to a warehouse. Daemon personally saw to it that he was served his punishment for scaring his wife.

He knew the exact moment when he pissed his wife off. When she would be quiet, too quiet. Where she would only hum as an answer. And she would avoid looking at him, dodging his touches and caresses.

He came home after taking care of the idiot disrespecting his woman, his wife, his queen. She was his everything. The light of his life and the reason he got up in the morning. But fuck he hated it when he was the one on the receiving end of her anger.

He stepped into their bedroom, softly opening, and closing the door. He saw her at her vanity, she had washed her face and applied her moisturizer onto her skin. Daemon could read from her body language she was beyond angry, she was livid.

“My love.” He softly tried to say but she cut him off with a simple raised hand. “Don’t even try to apologize, Daemon.” He hissed softly at how she growled at him. Hiding his bruised hands behind his back. He felt like a little boy being scolded.

He trod closer to her, slowly so he could stop if she fixed him with a glare. When he was able to reach her vanity, he got down on his knees. He sat at her side, softly caressing her thigh with his fingertips. “Darling, let me try to apologize differently.” She grunted passively, not sparing him a glance.

He began to kiss her right knee. Her soft skin was so inviting to softly bite it. She tries to ignore him and his caresses. But she can feel her heart rate increasing and her breathing becoming shallow. Daemon smirked at her dwindling self-control. “My love, I am sorry.” He softly whispered against her skin.

She looked up at the ceiling to try and distract herself from his soft bites. “My love, it was only to protect you. He disrespected you.” He whispered against her thigh. He was thankful she wore her robe. He pulled the hem further up so her upper thigh and buttocks were exposed. He kissed and nipped at the exposed skin. “Do you believe me, darling?”

Her hard eyes softened and she looked down at his pleading look. “Why does it always have to end in violence?” She took his hands in hers, softly caressing his open knuckles. Daemon couldn’t find a good enough excuse. “You know how protective I am of you. He couldn’t go unpunished. What if-“ “Nothing happened. I know where to go if I can’t find anyone I know there is always one of your men lurking around to escort me to you.”

She turned to him. Her angry expression merged into a soft smile. “My dear, stop worrying. I think you took care of the creep.” She raised an eyebrow, looking pointily at him. Daemon dared to smirk at her darkly. His wife rolled her eyes at his expression and began to apply a cream on the open skin of his hand. Daemon paid no mind. His mind was too occupied by the bare skin of her legs.

His lips moved up to her thigh. He began to caress it again. Softly biting her skin, leaving red marks all over the top of her thigh. Her hands were in his hair, softly pulling at it every time Daemon had put a mark on her skin. He groaned softly as his wife pulled at his roots.

The heat between them was growing. His hands wandered under her kimono. Her breathing hitched slightly as his hands wandered further up. Daemon smirked at the lack of undergarments on his wife’s lower body. “Bad girl.” He grinned.

He pulled her closer to the edge of her seat by her hips. “Let me taste you.” He whispered against her knee. She softly opened her legs so he could move between her thighs. He grinned at her willingness. “Good girl.” He whispered into the skin of the pillowy flesh of her thigh.

She gasped as he reached her weeping core. She bit her lip so her sounds would die in her throat. He saw her facial expression, smirking like the Cheshire Cat. “Honey, be a good girl and stop biting your lip. Let me hear you sing.” He bit her inner thigh, close to where she most needed him.

She gasped loudly as his lips met with her core. Her body leaned further back. She put one hand on the stool behind her, trying to keep her balance.

Daemon lapped at her like a man starved. His tongue teased her entrance while his nose rubbed against her sensitive pearl. He could hear her loud moans and small whimpers, smirking at all the noises escaping his wife’s lips.

Daemon knew her body better than his own. What every clench and light twitch meant. How her voice gave her away about how close she was to peaking. He was reading her like an open book and he loved it.

Daemon brought her to finish two times. She tried to push him away. But she knew, that once he was latched on to her, he was attached to her, not letting go. She cried out for him to stop. Sobbing softly about how sensitive she already was. Daemon wasn’t fazed. “Please, Daemon! I need you!” She cried out as she peaked for the third time.

Like she spoke the magic words, he stopped. He looked up at her. Black lust-blown pupils looked up at her. “Oh sweet dove, why didn’t you say so.” He mockingly asked. She knew today she had no power in bed. She was at his mercy. “Please, my dragon, please take me to our bed.”

Daemon stood up from the floor. His crisp white shirt wrinkled from her thighs on his shoulders. He leaned over her, looking at her like an apex predator about to pounce on his prey. She felt small, like a mouse caged by a cat. “My sweet wife, how beautifully you can beg.”

As he raised to his full height, he grabbed his wife’s hips and pulled her into his arms. She yelped, clinging to his shoulders as he carried her to bed around his waist. His hands wandered to her arse and squeezed the plush flesh eliciting another yelp from her.

She knew he grew impatient when Daemon through her on their bed. Her silk robe had fallen open at all the movement, revealing her nude body to him. Daemon’s lust-filled eyes raked over her curves. A smirk etched onto his lips, like a snarl. “Mine.” He growled while nearly ripping off his clothes.

She whimpered as he crawled over her. His body caged hers on the mattress. She shivered at his look. Dark and dangerous, filled with so much lust. A hint of jealousy swam in his eyes.

He took her wrists into one hand and put them above her head. “They stay there.” He darkly whispered. She nodded shyly. “Good girl.” He praised her again. She whimpered softly. A fatal sound she soon realised.

With a sharp, fast move Daemon’s hand collided with her rear. Her body jerked at the hard slap. Her shock was evident in her loud gasp. Her eyes are wide in shock. “Be quiet!” Daemon barked out.

She looked at him with big, innocent eyes. His already wild mind went into overdrive. He couldn’t hold back anymore, he needed to be inside her. His hips jerked up slightly. He entered her with one thrust. Her breath stuck in her throat.

He wasn’t gentle, like sometimes. His mind was too far gone for him to love her like the goddess she was to him. No, he needed her to tremble beneath him, to submit to him. Feel her heated flesh under his rough grasp. Hear her desperate cries for release.

She held back her cries of pleasure as best as she could. It got harder with every punctured thrust of his hips. Every time she made a noise he would speed up his pace until she was just at the edge of the cliff but he stopped right before she would fall into pleasure.

He took pity on her when she began to carelessly start to mumble pleas. How tears of frustration and overstimulation mixed and ran down her cheeks. He sped up, taking her to her high. With a final cry of his name, her world turned white.

Daemon let out a feral snarl as his cock pulsated inside her spasming cunt. He could feel his spending leaking out from her. He pulled out of her softly. She whined softly at the loss of him inside of her. Daemon watched with fascination how his seed ran out of her core. He held her knees and watched as white drops landed on the bedsheets.

She lay on his chest. Her fingers drawing lazy patterns on his chest. Their legs were intertwined. He could feel her soft, sweaty skin on his own. Her heartbeat was against his side.

He held her tightly to him. Caressing the skin on her neck softly. “I didn’t hurt you; did I love?” His voice was a whisper. She shook her head. “No,” she mumbled. “But I think the insecure little boy came out a few times today, didn’t he?”

Daemon chuckled softly at her observation. “You know how I get with other men’s attention.” He whispered against her neck, kissing a dark mark he left on her soft skin. “You know I am your wife?” She whispered back. “I am yours and always will be yours. I don’t care about the attention of other men. I want only to capture your attention.” She sat up, the duvet falling from her chest. She held his chin between her thumb and pointer finger. He looked at her, the soft light of the bedside lamp casting a soft shadow. It appeared like she had a halo around her. “I love you, Daemon Targaryen. I will never love a man like I love you. I would rather die than be touched by another man.”

Daemon leaned up and kissed her fiercely. She was so sweet. He thanked the gods for giving him such a gorgeous, loving, and intelligent woman he could call his.

“The moment I Ever think about straying from you is the day hell freezes over and the world stops to turn. And if not, I showed you to torture a man to reveal his darkest secrets.” He chased her lips again, kissing her softly but with a hint of passion.

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The Long Con

I saw this tik tok edit of Rachel McAdams in the movie Hot Chick where she gets a milkshake on house (and she's just totally playing the guy) and for some odd reason this spiraled me into thinking about Conman!Steve and Mob Boss!Eddie. So here is my brainrot I guess. Maybe I'll do more parts or make something longer on ao3 if people like it.

Steve wasn't one to not think things through. Yes, he was aware that it was a double negative. He played up the dumb part quite often, but Steve wasn't actually stupid. So it was all part of the game, really.

Steve loved the game. The rush, the push, and the pull of tricking someone, getting them for all their worth. Steve loved the game because it was fun. Steve loved the game because he got to use horrible people for his very lavish lifestyle. There was nothing like living rich by feeding off the rich. Well, he was trying to do that, at least. See, Steve, although good at what he did, he burned through money faster than you could say savings. It wasn't his fault, really. He used to be better at keeping track. Always made sure to have enough, just in case. Hadn't needed to worry about anyone but himself. Because the only thing Steve truly loved for a long time was the game itself.

But then he met people along the way, misfits and criminals like himself that he couldn't help spoiling. The only person who seemed to catch his problem was Robin, but even she couldn't resist a new hard drive for her computer. It's how she made her own money, after all.

Despite his problem with spoiling everyone, Steve always thought things through. He followed the rules of the game without rules and continued to fill his pockets, scamming the deserving and cruel. But sometimes, sometimes for Steve... his abilities and bad habits sometimes, well, overlapped. Sometimes, Steve could have been better at choosing the right people to care about. He was getting better at it, he swears. He let go of the wrong ones a long, long time ago.

But sometimes they came back begging.

Tommy had been someone from his life before. Before being on his own, back when purple and blue were his father's favorite colors to paint him with. It was a time before the game, a time that, although he tries to forget, had a grip on him.

So when Tommy called, seeking forgiveness, seeking help, Steve caved quickly. He would always be that same little boy, looking for love from a past that wasn't there. Tommy wasn't his parents, sure, but it was as close as he would get.

So, yes, steve normally thought things through, but there was the rare occasion, there was the exception to the rule, where Steve majorly fucked up.

He was in Boston when it happened. Even though years ago, Steve swears he would never be going back. He's in a small diner two blocks away from main street. And he had just finished getting Tommy's money back. Steve always celebrated with one of three things: drinks, sex, or milkshakes.

And Steve wanted out of Boston as fast as possible, so he went for his quickest and sometimes tastiest tradition.

"How much do I owe you?" Steve smiled innocently at the waiter, giving his best babygirl face.

The waiter bit his lips as he tried not to stare at Steve's mouth, "It's okay, it's on the house."

Steve licked part of his free milkshake off his finger, "Really?" Steve's voice was an octave higher just for the waiter. He could tell he was someone who had a preference for men, and most likely had a problem with letting go of his masculinity. So Steve knew the more feminine, the better. Steve couldn't help the sly grin that stretched across his face when the waiter got flustered. He was an attention whore; sue him.

His waiter—huh, Andy, according to his name tag—looked like he was about to say something when a throat cleared behind him.

"Andy, doll, you might be wanting to get back to the kitchen for a minute." A deep voice said behind Andy. It sent chills down Steve's spine. The Boston accent with a slight tilt of Irish was enough to captivate him. Andy moved faster than the speed of light at the command.

When Andy disappeared, with his tail between his legs no less, the most beautiful man Steve's ever seen revealed himself. A tall, pale, curly brunette stood before him in a suit with a ripped-up band tee underneath. It shouldn't look good, and it shouldn't look professional, but it did. Steve saw tattoos peeking out from exposed skin, piercings all over his ears, and enough jewelry to start a store. Steve was bewitched.

The mystery man smiled, hands in his pockets, and leaned down slightly into Steve's space. "Oh, sweetheart, I have been looking for you everywhere."

Steve stayed silent, drinking him in; he smelt of mint, smoke, and morning rain.

The man slid into the booth, put his arms on the table, and made a little beat with his knuckles on the plastic. Then, Steve noticed the words "Hell Fire" across his knuckles. Steve's heart sunk to his stomach. He had heard of those hands before. Those hands were famous.

The man leaned his face against his right fist. "Hell" pushed into his cheekbone. "The name is Eddie Munson, love." Eddie looked Steve up and down. "But I think you've already figured that out by now, haven't ya?"

Steve steeled himself. He should be okay. He hadn't wronged this man before, but something, something was telling Steve that he most definitely had. The look in his sweet abyss of eyes told him as much.

A smirk stretched across Eddie's face, and suddenly he kicked the leather bag next to Steve's feet under the table. Steve's cheek twitched slightly for a millisecond, but it was enough to give him away. "It seems here... like you and Hagan have stolen quite a bit of money from me." Eddie tsk-tsked while Steve's heart dropped from his stomach to his feet. Tommy screwed him.

"And that love, well, that just won't do."Steve had never seen such a sweet smile feel so deadly. "So, Sunshine, I am going to make you a deal, and you would be smart to take it."

Steve wasn't actually dumb, but yes, he most definitely did not think this through.

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Sooo thoughts? I was going to write more but if this was a flop, I didn't want to put my heart in soul into it. But I did spiral a bit with it. Whoops!

edit: I made some grammatical changes but that's it. I realized I kept switching tense changes when I was writing in present, so I changed it to past. I'm much more comfortable with it. Let me know if there are any more errors.

part 2: here

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2022 Bucky Barnes Fic Rec 1

masterlist | req masterlist

All of them are COMPLETE Series.

✨ - fav fics

Status - Completed

✨sunrise from @wkemeup

Veteran!Bucky x Librarian!Reader

After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is discharged from active duty and sent back to civilian life. Left with a storm of unchecked guilt, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU)

parent-teacher conference by @coffeecatsandcandles

Single Dad!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

James Barnes, a widowed single dad, had forgotten what love felt like and let it crush him, taking his daughter, Rebecca, with him. He was cold, rude, and arrogant, being one of the few teachers at Westview High School the students seemed to absolutely despise. But when you show up, a hopeful math teacher who’d previously taught Rebecca’s kindergarten class, and are adored by your students and colleagues- James’s attitude starts to change.

whatever it takes by @wienerbarnes

Bucky x Doctor!Reader Doctor AU

The Avengers recruit you, a medical genius of sorts, to help solve the case of an agent who is dying from an unknown illness. You seem to catch Bucky Barnes’ attention.

seven thirty by @nacho-bucky

Single Dad!Bucky x Reader

You were planning on a productive — if lonely — weekend, but the little girl across the hall has different ideas about how you and Bucky Barnes should be spending your time.

call me when you want by @bonky-n-steeb

Bucky x Reader

When you call a sex hotline with a need to be dominated you don’t expect to meet (or hear) someone as wonderful as James. but your life becomes a complicated mess as you already love your coworker, Bucky Barnes. however, you are unaware that they are actually the same person.

steel blue by @youlightmeupfinn

Professor!Bucky Barnes x Reader

When you experience the most intense night of the summer alongside Bucky, who you nickname Steel Blue, you weren't expecting to fall pregnant. When a positive pregnancy test meets your eyes a few days before school starts, you know it belongs to the man who you'd never see again. Until you walk into your Romanian Linguistics class and he's your professor.

✨heart and soul by @all1e23

Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Alphas only brought trouble. The only thing they are good for is bringing their Omega’s pain and forced submission. They were dangerous, reckless and cruel. There wasn’t an ounce of kindness in any of them. She didn’t need an Alpha, and she certainly didn’t believe in that True Mates fairytale. That was just some fabricated fable Alphas made up to trick innocent doe-eyed Omegas. She wasn’t going to fall for that. Not again.No Alpha would ever get her to believe that love truly exists. And then, James Buchanan Barnes walked into her life.

✨astrophile by @all1e23

Firefighter!Bucky x Reader Single Dad AU

Orion Rebecca Barnes's favorite thing in the whole world (besides her daddy of course) is spending hours after school in the bookstore by her house and the owner GIVES her any book she wants; she’s the coolest girl Orion has ever met.

✨swallow by @all1e23

Biker!Bucky x Reader

Since he was fifteen years old, Bucky Barnes has only been sure of two things; the club should be the most essential thing in his life, and he’d burn it all down for you.

between the star by @all1e23

Bucky x Reader Past Steve x Reader Military AU

Struggling with the death of your husband, you find comfort in someone unexpected

the slip up by @justkending

Bucky x Single Mom!Reader

After a last hurrah to graduating college with a future to be a family practitioner, a little slip up happens… Seven years down the road, just when things just now seem to be going smoothly, Y/N approaches that slip up from all those years ago. She’s not looking for anything right now. She is just where she wants to be in life. It seems the universe has a different idea though. One called James Barnes.

✨the love club by @slyyywriting

Bucky x Mob!Reader

Bucky gets initiated into the mob life by accident. He wants out but only the owner can revoke his club membership.

the number one rule by @justkending

Bucky x Rogers!Reader

Y/N has always been seen as “Steve’s rambunctious sister.” However, she grew up, graduated, and moved to London to study abroad for 4 years and get her bachelor's degree. The girl that returns looks nothing like the teenager that left. But don’t worry, the attitude is still there and stronger than ever. What’s to come of the two grown adults that used to push each other's buttons, but now have a lot more in common than they’ve ever realized?

✨delicate edges by @wkemeup

Biker!Bucky x Florist!Reader

Your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You're trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe.

not me by @simsadventures

CEO!Bucky x Wife!Reader

Billionaire/entrepreneur Bucky is married to seemingly timid and meek wife, the reader. While he hates her with all he has, she tried to act her part as the wife of the big CEO. And while their relationship falls apart more and more, they both realised there might be more to the story than they previously believed. Will they be able to repair the damage that’s been done, or will they find happiness in somebody else’s arms?

✨the perfect fit by @mypoisonedvine

Bucky x Tailor!Reader

bucky needs a new suit (or two) and gets a recommendation from his best frenemy, tony stark. of course it would turn out that you were his tailor, and further, that bucky would be an awkward stumbling mess as soon as he’s anywhere near you.

seeing red by @mypoisonedvine

Bodyguard!Bucky x Celebrity!Reader

bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself. except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.

the new recruit by @angstysebfan

Bucky x Reader

You and Bucky have a best friends with benefits relationship, since he is not the “relationship” type. Things go crazy when the new recruit shows up.

✨one last job by @sunriserose1023

Bodyguard!Bucky x Celebrity!Reader

Bucky Barnes is retired. He did a stint in the Army, did a stint as a Secret Service agent, even dabbled in the private sector, but that’s over. Now, he just wants to rest in the solitude he’s found in a cabin in the Adirondacks, with only his memories to get him through the sleepless nights.

✨pride and privacy by @adrinktostopyourthirst

Roommate!Bucky x Reader

Bucky works on himself as he gets used to a roommate. Turns out, she has a much better room than him and he crossed the line.

the right for you by @real-jane

Bucky x Reader Past Steve x Reader

steve leaves you to pursue a life with peggy. bucky is there to pick up the pieces, and build a life you never could've imagined in order to dream of it.

✨for the love of the game by @pellucid-constellations

College Athlete!Bucky x Reader

Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.

✨undisclosed by @pellucid-constellations

Lumberjack!Bucky x Reader

Desperate to outrun a secret that could cost you your life, you seek refuge in a small mountain town. Its deep forests and small cabins make it the perfect place to hide, but the travel website hadn’t mentioned anything about the quiet, burly lumberjack that wouldn’t leave your thoughts. No one had warned Bucky about you either.

fragments by @subwaysurf45

Bucky x Reader

You always had a soft spot for innocent people who were viewed as monsters, must have been something in your blood. Nothing changed when you were assigned as the new handler for the Winter Soldier, he had just killed his previous one and you happened to be there at the right time to fill in. But what happens when you meet him years later?

wrong choice right places by @mvtthewmurdvck

Mob!Bodyguard!Bucky x Reader

never wanting to work for him or protect his fiancé, falling for you was the last thing he should do—especially when his boss was zemo, who now ran most of the city.

✨mess is mine by @scrumptious-delusion

Boxer!Bucky x Reader

as a date night surprise, your boyfriend takes you to a boxing match. little does he know, one of the competitors is responsible for breaking your heart five years ago and an accidental encounter is about to send your whole world spinning.

no day but today by @buckysfaveplum

Bucky x Reader

He’s more than content to lock himself away from everyone in the cold emptiness of his apartment. However, the girl in the apartment above him seems to have other plans. The girl who paints on the fire escape and climbs down through his window. The girl who he can’t seem to get enough of.

✨southpaw by @gogolucky13

Boxer!Bucky x Reader

Tied up in the criminal world your godfather has built, you have no reason to leave, until you find one in the man they call Southpaw.

✨ghost of you by @gogolucky13

Bucky x Reader

Bucky has worked hard to come to terms with his past and enjoy the new life he’s been given. But his mind is still plagued by nightmares of what he’s done and by the face of an unknown woman. What happens when the team is tasked with recovering another Winter Solider, causing Bucky’s past and present to collide in the form of the woman from his dreams?

nostalgia for the new by @real-jane

Bucky x Agent!Reader

bucky meets you because of your exquisite taste in music, and he finds in you a solace he didn't realize was possible. you create for bucky something he's never found before: nostalgia for a time that hasn't happened yet, and hope for a future where he might be loved.

✨to have & to hold by @slyyywriting

Single Dad!Bucky x Mob!Reader

Bucky is trying his best to provide and care for his daughter who just entered first grade. Everything was alright until she asks why everyone else seems to have a mom except for her. You’re just a plain mob boss who wants to turn a new leaf. Challenges arise when the world refuses to let you take a softer, non-violent route. A little girl helps you navigate a compromise.(Single Dad!Bucky)

safe with me by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Bodyguard!Bucky x Reader

When an unknown threat enters your life, protection is offered at the highest level. As Bucky Barnes comes into your life, the game changes, and you realise falling for the man tasked with keeping you safe is the last thing you expected.

teacher’s favorite by @suitk0via

Single Dad!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

You are first grade teacher and Bucky is a single dad who wants to be involved with everything his little girl - Elaine - does. He’s the dad all the parent’s and faculty drool over. You quickly become Elaine's favorite teacher and Bucky's just gotta meet you.

✨stuck wit u by @slyyywriting

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

You and Bucky don’t get along. Your fights have become too destructive so Tony and Steve decide that enough is enough.

touch of ink by @deamstellarus

Tattoo Artist!Bucky x Reader

After a breakup with your ex, you decided to move to the small town where your long-time friend Sam lives, hoping for a change of pace and starting a new chapter in your life. You were prepared for a slower paced lifestyle, quaint diners, and a change of scenery. However, you didn't expect to be swept off your feet by two stunning pairs of blue-grey eyes.

✨paper walls by @writingcroissant

Neighbor!Bucky x Reader

Your apartment happens to be right next to Bucky's, heads only separated by a paper-thin wall, leading to you witnessing every second of his nightmares. Although, bonding over your late night conversations, you seem to forget that you never even saw him before.

✨leave this town by @avengerofyourheart

Mechanic!Bucky x Reader

Your dreams of kissing your small town life goodbye are about to come true when an unexpected detour leaves you stranded. Meeting the handsome local mechanic has you rethinking your plans. Perhaps happiness is less about where you’re headed and more about the people you meet along the way.

✨the world of our own by @shreddedparchment

Bucky x Reader Castaway AU

You and a man named Bucky crash land on a deserted island. Can the two of you come together and make it until rescue comes? After you begin to fall for the mysterious Bucky Barnes, will you even want to be rescued?

yours, mine, ours by @coffeecatsandcandles

Single Dad!Bucky x Single Mom!Reader

Bucky Barnes has been raising his girls, Rebecca and Winnie, for the last two years. He'd lost all hope of falling in love again until he met you, a pediatrician with two children of your own- Elliot and Willow. He falls in love and he falls hard, but the challenges of being single parents still weigh on you both at times. Luckily, you'll always have each other.

we’ll meet again by @coffeecatsandcandles

Bucky x Reader

You fell in love with Bucky Barnes in 1940. He was your everything, until he was taken from you. You’ll meet him again, just not in the way either of you expected…

✨run to me by @sgtjbuccky

Mob!Bucky x Reader

In where you’ve always had a habit of ending up in situations you shouldn’t, and when you caught the eye of the man who ran New York, Bucky Barnes, your life changed. They warned you about him, but the one thing they never warned you about was how you’d always want to run to him.

trick question by @nacho-bucky

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

It’s a weekly battle of wills for Bucky and the Reader, as they navigate the stunning pressure that is pub trivia. Can these obdurate opponents find any middle-ground?

the diner by @bolontiku

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Working at a diner as a waitress, struggling to make bills and take care of the kid your sister left you, one night you meet James.

relax by @kinanabinks

Bucky x Reader

Things with Bucky are easy, and he's the sweetest guy you've been with. But when you throw in a bitter roommate and untold secrets, things get real hard, real fast.

old souls @thedevilwearsvibranium

Bucky x Reader

Your aunt runs an antique shop in the lower parts of Manhattan, and asks you to work in her shop once a week. You happily take the job, but then on your first day you have a strange encounter with an unusual customer - Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier. Things ensue as the two of you end up becoming friends - and maybe even more - as you reminisce about the old things that you love as well as your mysterious pasts.

breaking the rules by @redgillan

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

time after time by @justsomebucky

Neighbor!Bucky x Reader

AU. When the reader’s parents divorce, her mother moves her to a new town, right next door to Bucky Barnes. This is their love story.

just a touch by @buckychrist

Bucky x Enhanced!Reader

Your powers? Controlling any feeling a human can have, from emotions to pain, with a simple brush of your fingertips. Your mission? The traumatized soldier with sad stricken eyes and scream filled nightmares.

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♡ paris getaway with husband!mob!bucky

#fleur museum™#moodboards #bucky barnes (harmo’s version)#husband!bucky barnes #mob!bucky barnes #mafia!bucky barnes #bucky barnes #mafia au #mob au #bucky barnes moodboards #bucky barnes aesthetic #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes au #james bucky barnes moodboard #mcu aesthetic #mcu moodboard #modern!bucky barnes

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Never Fake-Date Your Savior

Based on this request: : glad you’re back!!! i hope you and your hubby get to finish HotD soon! 👀👀 a while ago you wrote a sandor x reader drabble where he’s in the mafia/gang and protecting reader from the boltons by holding their hand? i was wondering if you’d be interested in doing a continuation where they’ve kept up fake dating to keep reader safe but on one of their dates, they both highkey admit they’ve grown to genuinely like the other? 👉👈 if not that’s totally ok, you can ignore this!!! 💌 hope you have a great day

Here you are lovelies!! This is the fic that the 1st place winner of Game of Characters chose to be posted next! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!*

This fic is a continuation of a drabble I wrote for my 2200 follower celebration

Warnings: Mentions of mob violence? Modern/Mob AU. Fake Dating Trope. Angsty-ish. Fluff.

Pairings/Characters: Sandor Clegane x reader

How did this happen? That was the question you’d been asking yourself for the last several weeks. Ever since you figured out who the man who’d saved you from Roose Bolton’s men was. You’d managed to trade one mob family for another. However, Sandor Clegane was nothing like Roose Bolton or his son. He had saved you the night you met him and had even given you his number so you could contact him as often as you felt unsafe.

You told him exactly how you’d gotten on the Bolton’s radar and he called you stupid. It wasn’t said to hurt you, but rather to stress just how poor your decision making in your dealings with the Boltons was. You realized that when the Bolton’s men would not leave you alone. It got to the point where you were calling or texting Sandor every other day. It was getting tiresome, but luckily for you, Sandor came up with a brilliant idea.

“What?” you asked in disbelief as you stared at the scarred man. “As often as I see you, we might as well.” You merely stared at him as your brain processed his words. “Let me get this straight,” you managed to say after a few minutes, “You want to fake-date me and make it obvious until Roose and his cronies finally decide to leave me alone?” He nodded.

“Look, they leave you alone whenever I’m with you. We might as well make sure that’s as often as possible without you having to pull me from work. And I don’t have to listen to your whinging every time you see them.” You glared at him. “I don’t whinge,” you muttered, but he heard you anyway and arched his brow. With a loud sigh, you said, “Fine. I know it’s the best idea we’ve got. So, let’s do it. What could possibly go wrong?”

*time skip*

Feelings. That’s what could go wrong. You developed feelings for Sandor faster than you ever thought possible. Spending so much time with him, day in and day out lead to you falling head over heels in love with him. And you were doomed. Sandor was not a man who expressed feelings easily and he certainly had a very bleak outlook on love. There was no way he would ever, ever return your feelings.

You hid your growing adoration as best as you could. You stopped seeing him as often, which didn’t help the whole Bolton situation. You kept conversations shorter unless you were out in public together. Anything you could do to avoid confronting your feelings, you tried. Eventually, however, you couldn’t any longer.

One evening, you and Sandor planned a dinner “date” and for some reason it made you even more nervous than usual. You couldn’t help feeling like something was going to happen. Good or bad, you didn’t know. Just something. You just knew that your life was about to change again.

Dinner was a soft-spoken affair. That was typical. Sandor didn’t talk much and when he did, it was either quiet enough so only you could hear or loud enough the entire restaurant could hear. No in between. After dinner, you were still feeling a bit antsy, so you asked Sandor to walk with you through a nearby park. He agreed, but was even more quiet than usual.

“What’s up?” you asked when you were finally away from a crowd of people. Sandor didn’t reply so you stopped walking and looked up at him. “Sandor…” He met your gaze and those deep brown eyes nearly had you drowning in them. “Are you okay?” He nodded, but you didn’t believe him and asked again. “Sandor, I know something’s bothering you. What is-”

“You.” You blinked and your jaw dropped open in surprise. “Oh,” was all you managed as you felt your heart twist in your chest. “I see,” you croaked out, willing the tears not to come. You would not let that man see you cry over him.

“Why can’t I get you out of my head?” he asked, almost too quietly for you to hear, “You’re always there. I can’t take it anymore. WHY? Why do I always see you staring at me with those (e/c) of yours? You don’t look at me like everyone else does. Like I’m dangerous, which I am. My entire family is. You look at me like…like I mean something. ”

At that, you felt the tears you wanted to stay away come to your eyes. “Sandor, you do mean something. You mean so much. I-I think I might…” you trailed off, unable to put your feelings into words. Instead, you stepped closer to him and placed a hand on his unscarred cheek. You gently guided him down so you could meet his lips, kissing him softly.

When you pulled away, Sandor was gazing down at you in surprise. He clearly had not been expecting that. While the two of you had shared small pecks, mostly on the cheek, to sell the idea that you were together, you’d never kissed on the lips before that moment. You gave him a soft smile.

Then, as suddenly as your happy moment came, it ended. Sandor glanced up and a frown made its way to his lips. “Oh,” was all he said before backing away and heading in the opposite direction. You took off after him, confused until you looked over your shoulder. Bolton’s men.

“Sandor,” you panted, “Wait!” He stopped and whirled on you, fire blazing in his dark eyes. He was furious. “What was that about?” you managed to ask. He gave you a look that said, “Are you kidding me?”

“I knew we were pretending, but that was lower than I ever thought you capable of,” he growled. Your brows knit together in confusion. “What?”

“Kissing me like that just because Bolton’s men saw us again. I know I’m no prize, but you didn’t have to…to-” he trailed off as you realized that he wasn’t angry. He was hurt thinking that you only kissed him because you were pretending. You had to remind yourself that the man standing before you hadn’t been shown real love in his entire adult life. “Sandor, I didn’t even know they were there. Honestly. I kissed you because I wanted to. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time.”

Sandor was silent, hanging on your every word. You continued, “When we started this, I was just grateful to be protected. But then I got to know you and spend time with you. I don’t know when or even how it happened, but I fell and I fell hard. I love you, Sandor and nothing else matters. Not what people think, not the dangers from any other “families”, not the Boltons, not even your brother. The only thing that matters at this moment is whether or not you love me too.” You answer came in the form of the giant man pulling you to him and kissing you breathlessly.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

Forever Tags: @fizzyxcustard @brewsthespirit-blog @etherealpotter @smalltownbigheart @frozenhuntress67 @cd1242 @gruffle1 @supernatural4life2022 @asgards-princess-of-mischief

Sandor Clegane Tags: @songoficecreamandfireworks @nkjktk @silversprings98

#george r.r. martin #game of thrones #sandor clegane #sandor clegane x reader #sandor x reader #modern au #mob au

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Latest installment in the ongoing saga of boxer Steve and mob boss Bucky if you’re so inclined…part 3 of Number one with a bullet

#stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #captain america #marvel #stevebucky #winter soldier #modern au #mob au #heavyweight boxer steve rogers #mob boss bucky barnes #age difference #stubborn steve rogers #hoo boy i love these two together #minor violence #eeeeeee

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ayumitsuu · 3 months

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⚠️ Travant posting ⚠️ 😜

If Travant was in a modern AU, he would be some sort of mob boss, no? With a sick wyvern and Gungnir tattoo 🐉 ⚔️

#ayu draws fe4 #travant #modern au #mob boss! Travant #yakuza #brain worms #the brainrot is real

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The Family (5)

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pairings: modern!mafia!aemondxreader

warnings: language, mentions of trauma, stalking, mention of injury

word count: 1.8K

note: I am so sorry for the late post, the words were just not wording and I needed more time to figure out what I wanted to be said. But I finished this chapter and I hope you all enjoy!

Baela and you had split up only a couple of hours ago. She had gotten a call and had needed to leave right away. You had asked what was going on but she assured you everything was fine before leaving.

You still had some errands to do, which lead you across the city to the East side. By the time you finished it had gotten pretty late. Most of the stores were closed and the taxi services were no longer in commission. You looked at your phone to see when the next train was, seeing that you needed to make it fifteen blocks in order to catch the last train for the red line. You began walking, taking in the cool evening air when you had an odd, gut feeling that something wasn’t right.

The streets were a little too quiet, which was never the case during this time. Usually there would be groups of people out walking, people on their balconies laughing but tonight there was just…quiet. You took a look over your shoulder to try and ease your thoughts only to see the man Daemon had mentioned earlier following you.

You looked forward, picking up the pace as you turned the corner. You thought that maybe it was a coincidence but that would be impossible. There were no coincidences in this city, you of all people should know that.

You were made keenly aware that you were nowhere near your apartment nor the train station and there was no way you were going to end up in a subway possibly cornered. You were up on the East side, a side that you didn’t venture much on your own, meaning you were very unfamiliar with it. This was supposed to be a safe part of the city since the rich and high class lived here, there was no way something would happen to you.

Clearly not, as the footsteps behind you got louder, making you instinctually speed up.

This shouldn’t be happening, Daemon should have intervened by now. Unless that whole conversation was just to get under your skin, to throw you off.

What a prick.

However as much as Daemon was a prick you weren’t willing to find out if he was a liar.

You had grabbed your mace out of your bag, your body going into autopilot as your senses tried to assess how close this man was getting to you. You took a turn ending up on a familiar cobblestone street and realized exactly where you could go. You turned down another corner, heading for the brownstone at the end of the street.

You took the stairs two at a time, repeatedly knocking on the door quickly as you watched from the corner of your eye as the man continued to approach.

The heavy wooden door opened to reveal a shirtless and very confused Aemond Targaryen.

“What-”

You wrapped your arms around him, pushing your way inside as you pushed him up against the wall and out of view of the street, kicking the door shut. You peaked through the side window, moving the curtain to see the man that was following you get picked up by a black Audi before speeding away.

“Happy to see you too.”

You looked up to see Aemond smirking at you. You quickly pulled away, taking a couple steps back as you shoved your mace back in your bag. “Your guard dog take the night off?”

Aemond’s eyebrows furrowed, noting what was just in your hand. “Huh?”

“Someone was following me. I thought Daemon was on protection detail.”

His face twisted before he grabbed your hand, taking you up the stairs of the foyer and into the kitchen. He grabbed his phone off the kitchen island.

He started scrolling through contacts. “Help yourself to anything you want, I have to make a call.”

“I think I’ll just go-”

“Sit.”

You instinctively took a seat at the island, watching him walk around the corner to where his office was. You rolled your eyes at yourself, right back here and right back into your old ways.

You set your shopping bags on the ground and put your coat over your chair heading over to the oven where something was simmering. It looked like Aemond had just finished making some mac n’ cheese.

He did say help yourself.

You grabbed a bowl from the shelf and supplied some golden crescents to your bowl. You had just sat down and taken a forkful to your mouth when Aemond came back in, with a shirt on, as he tied up his hair into a low bun.

He looked kinda pretty as a few of the shorter strands framed his face.

He smirked, noting you had been staring. “Eating my food already.”

You blinked, looking away. “You said help yourself.”

“Indeed I did.” He grabbed a bowl, joining you across the island.

It was silent for a while, both of you eating your portions. It felt… normal. Like old times, a chill went down your spine at that. You needed to change that.

“Everything okay?”

Aemond’s face darkened. “It will be.”

“Is Daemon-”

“He’s being taken care of by the family doctor.”

You nodded. “The same one who stitched me up?”

His eyes met yours before quickly looking at the counter, he cleared his throat. “Yeah.”

You put your fork down, sitting back in your chair crossing your arms. “I’m going to need an explanation.”

He mirrored your stance, leaning back against the counter. “I don’t think that's a good idea.”

You started getting up. “Then I’m leaving.”

“No.” He reached over the counter to grab your hand.

You looked up at him. “You were a real asshole the last time we spoke, you know that right?”

He let out a sigh, letting your hand go. “I know. I… I didn’t expect to see you and I was drunk.”

“You never acted like that while you were drunk before.”

“That’s because I dated you.”

You felt your face heat up at that. “Maybe you shouldn’t make it a habit. You're a bit of a mean drunk.”

He let out a small chuckle. “I wasn’t that bad.”

“You were rude.”

“I was flirting.”

“You’re engaged.”

He frowned. “I know.”

“We’re going to have to talk about it. At least to make peace.”

His eyes softened. “I-I can’t.”

You moved to grab your stuff as you made your way to the door. More secrets, more difficulties. You needed the whole truth or nothing and you were beginning to grow tired of being the only one who wanted to have a peaceful life.

“It’s the Lannisters.”

Your feet stopped moving, you almost dropped your things. You slowly turned towards him. “You said they were gone.”

“They were but- but things got complicated. I am going to take care of it.”

“What happened, Aemond?”

“You came back, you weren’t supposed to come back and then everything got more complicated and then Alys-”

“Slow down.” You couldn’t make sense of anything he was trying to say.

He was breathing quickly and his words were beginning to jumble to the point where understanding him was impossible. Tears looked like they were ready to spill from his eyes. You dropped your stuff, walking over to him and taking his face in your hands.

You forced him to look at you. “Breathe, Aemond.”

You moved your hands down so they were rubbing up and down his arms. “You need to breathe.”

He leaned forward, putting his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

Then another.

You closed your eyes, leaning into him and the familiar sage scent that he got from using his body wash. Despite the years, despite the pain, despite everything you still missed him. He was your everything when you were a teen, he was the only family you had at one point and now, being this close to him, you wondered how you had gone so long without him.

But he was engaged, and as much as you wanted to be selfish you just couldn’t do it.

You pulled away, taking a step back from him. “The Lannisters are back?”

He seemed disappointed.

He nodded, rubbing his face. “They’ve been back for a couple months now.”

“You should have told me.”

He shook his head. “No, I don’t want you involved in this again.”

“Aemond I am involved in this, I mean I was being followed home. Daemon got hurt. It’s like five years ago all over again.”

“No it's not.” He came towards you taking your hands and rubbing his thumb in a circle on the back of your hand. “I’m not going to let that night happen again. I’m not gonna lose you, do you understand me?”

He was looking intensely into your eyes, then his gaze moved to your lips. You hadn’t realized he had gotten so close.

“Aemond.” You breathed. Your head began to spin as if you were drunk, your thoughts going quiet as your body started to move closer to his as if you were magnets destined to meet again.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He leaned down, his breath fanning your face.

“Aemond.” The noise you made was a mixture of a whimper and a plea as Aemond leaned closer meeting your lips with his.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer as his tongue invaded your mouth. You snaked your hands up into his hair, pulling the strands from the bun he wore. He moaned, pulling you impossibly closer as he nipped your lower lip. You felt like you were on fire, as your teeth clashed, the kiss becoming more hungry.

More desperate.

Suddenly his phone rang, causing the two of you to jump apart, finally being brought back to reality. He took his phone out of his back pocket, glancing at the caller ID.

“I have to take this.”

You nodded.

“You aren’t leaving tonight,” he said. “You can stay in my room, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Don’t you still have a guest room?”

His face turned red. “Not anymore.”

He turned, heading towards his office as he answered his phone, closing the door behind him.

You made your way upstairs, heading past where you remembered the guest room to be. Against your better judgment you peered inside to see the room that used to house a queen sized bed now be filled with boxes of all kinds of things.

You crept inside, looking into one of the closer boxes. You knew you shouldn't be snooping but after everything that happened tonight you thought fuck it.

You reached into one of the opened boxes pulling out a small onesie. One that was meant for a baby.

Your heart felt like it shattered.

Yeah, maybe you should have minded your business.

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universal-shenanigans · 4 months

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Understanding...

V sat in his hospital bed. He was motionless and staring at his phone that lay in his lap. He could understand Alex's jabs, but it didn't mean that she was completely in the right. The amount of information she knew about him was only base level, and the fact that she had the gall to make a comment like that really managed to piss him off. He gripped the sheets of the bed and blew heavy air from his nose. He was doing everything in his power to keep himself together. He had half a mind to call back and verbally rip her a new one. However, he knew that he needed to be the bigger person, unfortunately. He also didn't want to witness anything that the other two would do if he flew off the handle. He flopped back onto his pillow, grunting as he had pretty much forgotten about his healing wounds.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"I'm fine. It's not time for another test yet. Please go away..."

The door opened anyway and revealed an angry Alexa and an apathetic-looking Juliette, cigarette in hand. Vincent only grew more irritated when Alexa walked in, glaring at the nurse. She blew a puff of smoke and shrugged. "Sorry Don. Only knocked to be polite. I'll let you guys "chat"."

V raised a brow at her as she closed the door and Alexa pulled up a chair next the bed. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "If you're here to apologize for-"

"Not in the slightest..." He caught her tone of voice and gave her with a look of suspicion and confusion. She took a hold of his hand and sighed herself. "What she said was fucked up, yes. I'm sure you have people that you care about that could be targeted if our situation spiraled out of hand..."

He nodded, softening his expression a bit, "Well, I am a little glad that you agree with-"

"However..." Her grip on his hand started to grow tighter. V had a very high pain threshold, so it didn't affect him too much. Yet. It was just a weird and slightly uncomfortable pressure at the moment. Alexa continued, "She does have some valid points. There's a lot of, information, that myself, and the rest of my people are missing. It's making it hard to trust you and, to some extent, each other. So..."

Her grip became even tighter, and she could tell that it was starting to hurt because of the small grunt that slipped out of him. His eyes narrowed at her, and she could feel that he was trying to pull his hand away. In an instant, she snapped her attention at him and gripped even tighter. He winced and growled under his breath. She then gave him a sickly-sweet smile and spoke, her voice dripping with anger. "We need to have a little "talk". Cool~?"

"God damn it, yes, Alexa fine!" She let go and sighed. He rubbed his hand and looked at her with a scowl. "You know, this isn't the best way to go about things. You're inching towards thin ice like your friend..."

"Yeah well, I think I've been a little too trusting like she said. Even with the little to zero knowledge I know, you seem to be causing a lot of shit. With that being said, because everyone knows so much more than me, no one wants to speak up and tell me what the hell you've done. Andrew said that you need to tell me yourself. At least to keep the everyone clued in on your stake in this whole Arthur bullshit."

He fell silent. They did have a point, and he somewhat hated that. He just wanted to let go of the past. Completely, or even just for a little while. He was trying to have a fresh start and this whole thing was not helping that. Still, he couldn't just...leave it be. He was trying to do right by himself but wanted these people to have a better chance as well. They at least deserved that since they had somewhat been through the same life. Although, he a very small part of him thought some were more deserving than others right now. Alexa noticed that what she said had struck a chord with him. The silence grew between the two. There was a mutual feeling of caution and wariness. Although, a level of suspicion was rising as well from both sides. Clearly, both of them had something to say. It was just a matter of who would say it first. Alexa felt the need to break the silence, "Look, I get that you did a thorough background check on us, but there are things that I am certain that you did not find...I am...um...I can uh...fuck..."

He looked puzzled at her sputtering, but it was mainly out of anticipation and curiosity of what she was going to say. Alexa began to shake a bit, her voice rattling as if she was on a bustling train. Her hands were clasped together, and she continued in a hushed voice after taking a deep breath. "I will...tell you those events. It's only fair...to share even the worst crimes..."

His eyes widened, but only slightly. It was enough to show her what he was thinking, though. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment. Both could understand that they needed to do this. To keep a level of trust or distance between one another. To make things a little more bearable and easier in this shit storm that they all have found themselves in. V placed a hand on his forehead and sighed heavily. He was still quiet and quite annoyed with the events that led up to what was currently occurring at the moment. But if this was going to get people on the same page and possibly get them closer to solving the overarching situation...

"...alright. Your friends are...correct in being so wary around me. To completely distrust me..." He paused. Whatever he was trying to say, Alexa could see the struggle he was facing inside. His demeanor shifted almost entirely: stalling because he was trying to find the strength to come clean, the nervousness of dreading how she would think of him after he told her, the fear of even saying it out loud. She could see it all. She placed a hand on his shoulder, and it caused him to look down at her. Her sympathetic expression calmed him a bit. He slowly continued, "My past...my past involves a lot of-"

He was cut off by the sound of yelling coming from down the hall. "Sir please slow down! Now is not a good time!"

Suddenly, the door swung open and revealed a well-dressed, yet distressed-looking man. Alexa's eyes grew wide, and she glanced at V. His expression matched hers. He also looked kind of embarrassed. Nervous, even. The man hurried inside, and his eyes darted all over his body. "God what happened?! I had to hear it from one of your employees at the casino!"

An accent lingered in that worried and slightly angry voice. Interesting... the thought crossed her mind.

V tried to calm the man down. "It's fine. Just a bullet wound and-"

"I'm sorry, "just a bullet wound"? V-" The man stopped and glanced at Alexa. She never moved or spoke. Her expression from when he entered didn't change either. She just, watched. Curiosity had won the battle in her head, and she wanted to see where this was going. He noticed that glint in her eyes. Especially as soon as it seemed like he was going to say V's full name. Curiosity wasn't the only thing that kept her attention on the stranger, and he knew better than that. He had been around for too long to make a mistake like that. He looked back at him and sighed. He brushed his fingers through his strawberry blonde hair, clearly frustrated with the current state of V. He tried to regain his composure and rubbed his temples. " V, I thought you stopped doing this. You said that you were going to kill off the business and do better!"

"I am, Oli. A situation just...came up. It happened in the casino, so I took responsibility." V gave Alexa a quick glance. Was he...signaling her? If so, for what? There wasn't much she could add to the conversation besides...oh. Right. She was going to try and not say anything, however, it would seem too late now. The man had fully turned his attention to her. "I apologize for the intrusion, and for my son pulling you into whatever mess he's in now. I do appreciate you making sure he's alright, miss...?"

Hold on, son...? She caught onto that detail fairly quickly. She also quickly noticed that she hadn't responded and had to jolt herself out of her thoughts. "Uh, Alexa. Alexa Vandus..."

She waited for him to be taken aback. To be either disgusted, angry, scared, or any other negative emotion that would be evoked when her name was uttered. He stood there a moment and looked at her, puzzled. Where did he hear that name before...? She glanced to the side, cracking her fingers and anticipating the worse now. "...Miss Alexa Vandus. Family name seems...vaguely familiar. But only by a little. Thank you, Miss Vandus."

Alexa was shocked, to say the least. She quickly answered, "Oh! U-Um, no problem. But you really shouldn't blame V. He was only trying to keep me and my friends safe."

"Really?" He raised a brow at V, seeing if he will give confirmation to the statement. Although slightly embarrassed by the interrogation, he nodded. "Yes. Miss Vandus had a past mistake rear its ugly head. It's a bit of a complicated situation. The point is, I'm only temporarily participating in the business again."

After a pretty long silence, the man huffed and groaned quietly. "Fine. I can't stop you. You're a grown man."

V nodded, slightly relieved that his father didn't argue with him right now. He was still going to hear it when he was finally out of the hospital, though. Or maybe even if Alexa left before him. Either way, he was going to be chewed out. The man reached over to give Alexa his hand. "I know a thing or two about past mistakes, Miss Alexa. I'm sure whatever is going on, I can help. Mostly to keep my son from getting himself killed, but if he is willing to trust and help you, then I suppose I should lend a hand. Whether he likes it or not. Oliver, V's father."

She shook his hand and gave him a nervous chuckle. "Wow. It's um, very nice to meet you. Although, if I may speak for the both of us, it may be best to try and sit this out."

"Nonsense. I've probably handled worse situations than whatever it is you're in. If any of you need assistance, shelter, anything, he knows where to find me."

"Thank you. I um...I really appreciate it." She smiled and he returned the gesture. V had watched the rest of the exchange in silence due to being in his own thoughts. For one, he was not expecting Oliver to be so willing to be a part of this. Though, knowing him for as long as he has, he shouldn't be so surprised. Alexa's reaction was a bit more puzzling. He didn't touch on the subject just yet. He wanted to wait for Oliver to leave and bring it up once they continued their previous conversation. Oliver let out a heavy and exhausted exhale before heading for the door. "Alright. I'm a little at ease now. Only a little, V. I expect to get updates on this situation you're in."

"Of course."

Oliver whipped his head back at stared daggers at V. Alexa could see him physically jump at his father's silent threat. She had to hold back a small laugh and watched as V quickly nodded. "I promise I'll let you know!"

Oliver's face then went back to the gentle smile he had before, and he nodded to the two before he left the room. V let out a relieved chuckle and fell back onto the pillow. Alexa giggled at him, and he watched with an unamused look. "What are you laughing at...?"

She shrugged and stood up. "Didn't think your father would still scare you."

"Oh? So you're not still scared of your father?" He rolled his eyes.

"Didn't say that. Oliver just doesn't seem like the type to strike fear." She stretched.

"Trust me, he can be...a lot...terrifying even..." His voice trailed off and she could see his distant stare as he spoke. She found that even more interesting. A little funny, as well. It is always the pleasant ones, huh? Almost a little harder for her to believe. But then she realized the hypocrisy in her thinking and shrugged once more to agree. She headed for the door but was stopped by V. "Hold on..."

She glanced over her shoulder and raised a brow. "Hmm?"

"About our, ehem, "talk"..."

"Don't worry about it." She waved it off.

V, curious as ever, raised a brow and even grinned slightly. "Any particular reason why?"

"Pretty sure you know why. I'll handle Alex. Need to talk to her anyway. Plus figure out another plan for Arthur..." She looked at the ground as her hand gripped her hair a bit at the thought of everything she needed to do. She noticed his face and scoffed. "Don't take this as my way of trusting you. That's still going to take a bit. Think of it as...a newfound respect."

V blinked. How could she...and she didn't even know what he was going to say. She looked into his eyes, and reassuring smile on her face and a gaze that explained everything. Or at least, what could be explained from such a silent stare. He blew air out of his nose and shook his head with a smile. "I would never assume such a thing. Just thinking about what an enigma you are."

"Gotta keep you on your toes. Can't let you think you've got everything figured out cause of a little file, right?" He rolled his eyes at the smug look she gave him before she left the room. V was now alone with his own devices and thoughts. A good time to process things now that Oliver forced his way into the situation and the forming rift with his newly hired employees. He rubbed his temples and groaned. He just wanted all of this to be over already. Keep his focus on something other than another mafia "business venture". How did he find her? There definitely wasn't much advertisement for their act and even if there was, it would have stayed in the "underground" and those who frequent Swing. As he thought about it, a possible answer to this question was starting to present itself and it caused him to groan and facepalm. He promptly picked up his phone, dialed and waited.

"Hello?"

"I know you just left, but I need your assistance."

"Be right there."

Alexa walked outside and into her car. She sat there for a moment, contemplative and more frazzled than when she left the house. First, she needed to call Alex and apologize, and try to get things under control. Next was another way to deal with Arthur. The few bosses that were alive wouldn't be enough and they needed all the intel they could get. Then she had to make sure that there was enough manpower to keep herself and everyone safe, get ahold of information on Don V, keep up with their performances to at least some semblance of peace...her brain was going a million miles a second. She could feel a headache coming on and she wanted to hit her head against the steering wheel of the car.

Too much...fuck this is too. Much... Her thoughts caused her breathing to stagger and as much as she was trying to do so, she couldn't think straight. That urge to scream and throw a fit was starting to swell up inside her again. She slammed her fist on the wheel and took a deep breath.

One. Step. At a time...

She then picked up her phone and dialed. She waited only a couple of seconds before the line was picked up. "Hello?"

Alexa hesitated, but just as quickly pushed herself to talk. "Hey...can...can we talk...?"

"Yeah...yeah there's...there's a lot we need to talk about..."

#universal-shenanigans #modern mob au #stories by ren #alexa vandus #mythologyvincent #((Sorry for the drop in formatting. For some reason TUMBLR doesn't want this to look better on the eyes to read...))

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noroi1000 · 2 years

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Hello love!! Hope you are having a nice day❤ Can I request jjk one-shot with mafia gojo? (no smut including) the fem!reader who works as a spy has a mission to get the secret out from gojo's Mafia group. when gojo and she crosses a path, she is too powerful to gojo to stop her and kicks his butt. Gojo wants to still see this mysterious woman :D (Also she is like really polite and nice, but still kicks his butt) she: please, be aware that I am very powerful and don't want to hurt you.

Gojo: let's see it cutie (gets his butt kicked)

She: I am so sorry, I warned you, bye!

a/n: I hope you are not angry that I added something to this concept and I also hope you did not have to get impatient waiting for it 😊❤️ For you, every one shot you want, love 💕.

My little spy

Paring: Mafia boss Gojo x Spy reader

Tw: Mafia, violence

cw: 5,7k

You are a spy. You get a job. Everything always fits. But this is the first time your task may fail. Just because you can't forget him, and he hasn't forgotten you. And what if the best spy meets the biggest mafia boss?

Your job is dangerous.

Your job is the most risky.

But you still work like that. You like adrenaline. But sometimes it's overkill. You are afraid that people will expose you. That you will fail to do something. And that means your death.

But you still work this way. You cannot spoil your talent.

You are a spy.

You work for everyone who pays you. Once for the government to meet some criminal. And then for other organizations.

You work where you can earn. You don't care about the details.

When the government wants you to get information about the mafia and other criminal organizations, you are doing what you can to make it happen.

So they can hire you later in this organization that you visited recently. Always as a different person.

You have a different nickname or name for the government.

And for every organization, the same.

Similarly with the appearance.

Different outfits, different hair styles and lenses that change the color of the eyes.

Everything for your job. Besides, you have one rule.

Never reveal what you've seen in other places as well.

For example, if the mafia sends you to another mafia, you give them what they want. And when later the mafia in which you were already in pays you for something, you hide everything you did before.

Why lose customers?

You are almost a mean person at work. You don't talk much. You just do what they're told. Nothing more. Short business.

But somehow you are not sure if you can still be so cold. You want to be the way you are to your friends.

Maybe you are playing ninja. You are wearing black clothes to get some documents. Or rather, steal it. You eavesdrop on people. You're hiding. A face mask that only reveals the eyes. Nobody can know you.

Nobody you've worked with knows you are (y/n) (l/n). And no one will know for sure.

You are not a spy. You are not a thief. At all you don't carry a gun. You can't fight.

This is all not the case (y/n) (l/n).

(y/n) he is not a spy or a thief. She never hurt anyone. She is a very nice and kind girl.

You're not that natural. You are not a cold person who breaks into buildings secretly and bypasses the guards. You are not that person. You like to spend a good time. And not to be in the dark.

But you will live like this until no one knows who you are.

And you know no one will know.

„The best" spy you've ever played. "Koro".

People who know you've been to their building would never hire you. Therefore, your locations are different. There are many women spies in Japan. That's why when they contact you and want to talk to you as one of your other characters, you don't say it's not you.

Three separate people.

You are (y/n).

You are Koro.

You are Fuji.

As Fuji, you don't have many jobs. That's why Fuji hardly exists anymore.

Because few people saw you.

Nicknames mean little.

Money too.

But you did follow in your father's footsteps. He was a government spy.

But you... They refused to accept you. Because you were too weak for them.

You found other places to earn. And you do what your father wanted you to do.

Therefore, having been in this life for several years, the government considers you as a last resort. Because you gained such strength after years of practice.

As if they are employing a criminal.

You never killed anyone. You never did steal. You just took pictures of documents and plans.

Undercover or hidden, like a shadow.

Tired of comparing you to a ninja.

Your gun is never loaded. The little gun on your leg is fake.

Because you never had to use it because nobody ever recognized you.

You can avoid and hit the right place. But when fighting a group of bodyguards, literally gorillas, it's best to run than fight. They are stronger in the group.

You really don't like something like that. But it's your life.

You want to retire now. At a young age.

You have enough impressions in life.

That's why you want to stop.

Last action as Koro. Nothing more. Besides, you already got a recommendation. You have to show up in one place.

To go over the details of probably the most important and dangerous mission you will have.

Contract from the mafia.

You hate something like that so much...

Mafia versus mafia...

Too many white powders and guns in garages...

You started dressing in your black clothes.

It's night already. And you were supposed to go to sleep.

No. This (y / n) was supposed to sleep.

As Koro, you can play a different person than you are. Be more cheeky. No consequences arising from it.

Your black pants that fit your legs, as well as a hooded shirt like that. All this so that it does not expose the skin, and also that the hood stays on your head. Tight-fitting clothes do not get in the way of your run.

You put red lenses over your eyes.

You don't want to get in trouble for someone seeing your eyes.

When leaving the building, you put on your plain colored sweatshirt and took off your mask and hood. You don't want anyone to know you. Besides, you have to take the train to that place.

You went to the railway platform.

Riding the train you wondered what it would be. You have to be there at one in the morning.

You can go there.

Besides, this is not the first time you will work for the Zenin mafia... It's been a few times now. They are taking over the illegal market. But you know there is someone more powerful than them. You think it will be something related to this. However, a break-in is like a break-in. Or rather, the entrance there.

When you finally got there, you looked to see if the Zenins were following the rules.

Are there no armed bodyguards elsewhere.

However, they keep their contracts with you. It was always like this. They make a profit, and so do you. So it doesn't make sense for them to do that.

"So you are!" you screamed to them by standing on the container.

Port meetings are really shit...

"We waited. But it's good that you showed up." boss answered you.

"To the point. I want to get the job done as soon as possible." You moaned.

"Everything is inside." he pointed to the briefcase which one of his subordinates was holding.

"Give it here."

You threw them a line with a little hook on the end. He walked over and hung it on the handle.

You pulled the thing up for you. When you sat down you looked inside. The light of the lamp behind you allowed you to see what was there. Documents as well as money.

You don't have to read something you know you'll do anyway. At least you don't need to read it now. But you are still thinking to get to know the details. No point wasting your time now.

They're going to make a special schedule for you anyway.

What's the target, where are the weaknesses.

It's just that it's easy to work with them.

"As always. Half the money now, half the money later."

And that was where your conversation ended.

But while reading what they gave you, you started to regret agreeing to it.

Gojo Mafia.

And Gojo Satoru rules it.

You know this man. You were friends at school. You were talking to each other. But you've never been closer than friends. This is why each of you has gone on a separate path. You have had nothing in common for years. You haven't seen him in a long time. And you are sure he doesn't remember you.

You both look different. Especially you.

You didn't know he was going to be a mafia boss. You've known for a while that he has Mafia ties. But it...

He was your friend. That's why you told yourself you wouldn't hurt him.

But after all these years you can't say you know him.

Apparently he is now the boss of a big mafia that everyone is afraid of.

He was always crazy. So you can do what you have to do. Work is work. You cannot privately interfere with this.

You weren't gonna let go. He's a stranger to you now. You haven't known each other for years. Even though you were in high school together. It is over. So many years have passed. So now there is nothing left of your acquaintance.

All you have to do is get delivery plans for next week. One of the largest deliveries.

You have three days to get it done. They want to take their goods so that they cannot earn. Because of this, they will not be so high anymore.

Easy access, windows on the twentieth floor of the building.

Fuck, Really?

How are you going to get there?

It is, after all, a skyscraper. The first ten floors are a company. Lid. He also rules it.

Then another ten until the twentieth is the headquarters of the mafia. You knew about the divisibility of buildings in the mafia. The Zenins do the same.

The twentieth floor is for Gojo only. His office.

Besides, the walls there aren't glazed. One page only. Therefore, you will have no problem choosing a glass. Could this only be a weak point?

You can also enter else... You'll think otherwise when you're there. You can't make a plan now.

All you have to do, exactly, is that no one knows you have been there. No breaking or cutting the glass. Windows don't even open. Because there is air conditioning. And you also know that their windows will be more secure...

You have to come in from the inside...

No plan.

(the next day. 17.00)

You can't go in the morning. You can't go at night.

But you're already inside.

Like any company, they put the worst idiots at the entrance. Nobody would let you in anyway. But they left for a while. That's why you ran quickly inside and hid behind the wall.

Looking around you saw that a lot of things are like a normal company.

You take a chance, but it's worth it all. You pulled the hood and the mask off your face.

Besides, your outfit is just like any other. Normal. You slowly came out of hiding. Reception.

She won't let you go any further. But she's on the phone.

You just hear it's something about a meeting.

You thought: "Not only is he a mafia boss, but also this idiot has such an influential company..."

As the woman turned around, you walked quickly against the wall to another corridor.

Even though there are cameras here, you don't look suspicious. Besides, nobody checks it anyway.

The problem could be from the tenth floor. There may be more protection.

If you know right there is a "staff" elevator that goes to floors 1-10 and twentieth, and there is also a hidden elevator somewhere that will take you to floors 11-20. Probably guarded.

Your mission is this damn secret document anyway.

Because if you don't get it by going that way, you have to come tomorrow and kindly go in there.

You went to the elevator. The normal one. You clicked quickly the "20" button.

But the elevator didn't close.

You clicked again. You got scared when suddenly a voice came out of the small speaker below.

"Who is this?"

Some man... They have something like that? It'll be bad if you don't come up with something... Very bad...

You made up something while you wait. So you don't know if any of this will come out of this.

"Good morning, one of the company's secretaries here." you said, trying to change your voice a little and get your emotions under control. You are without a mask. And they can see you here. "I have some papers for Mr. Gojo."

Silence. Nobody spoke. You had to do something else.

"Um... I was supposed to take it to him because I can see on the documents that it is about it... Um... Meetings this week..." you came up with something quickly. You especially used what you heard at the reception desk.

"Okay. I'm already turning on the elevator."

You wanted to sigh with relief or jump with joy at your success.

"Thank you." you said.

Then the elevator closed and you felt yourself going up.

You were happy, but it's not over.

You grabbed your mask and put it on your face.

Then you looked around the elevator. You jumped up quickly and moved the camera a bit so that it showed only one part of the elevator. You stopped by the door. They won't see you when the elevator opens.

You heard a knock. He peered around the corner.

"No security guards? The asshole is brave..." you muttered very softly to yourself.

You went further down the corridor.

You thought: "This motherfucker arranged it..."

Now you will only curse him. Because it all looks so good...

You went on.

You stopped quickly and hid behind the wall.

You take your words back. Two bodyguards at one door? He really hit something... You didn't think it would be like that.

But from what you know from the building plans, there's a camera room next to you. And when it comes to Cameras...

You walked to a corner and jumped up to move the device. You can't be seen, only the elevator entrance.

If you turn left after passing them, there will be an entrance to the Gojo Cabinet.

You climbed the wall doing splits in the hallway. Since the vents are at the end of each corridor and the camera entrance is at the end of the corridor, as is Gojo door, you can go there.

But first you need to know how many bodyguards there are.

That's why you go to the cameras first... You are forced.

Pulling off the metal grate, you drove the bee away from there for a moment. They have insect protection, but there must be a hole somewhere...

After the insect flew away, you entered the shaft closing the hatch behind you.

This is the first ventilation shaft where you are where your hips can barely fit. There will be a problem.

When you managed to continue, you were above the exit, near the guards.

You grabbed your hood by putting it on your head.

When you were about to come down to take care of them, you heard a shrill scream.

"Aaah! Bee! Take it from me! I am allergic!"

You looked down to see one of the guards screaming.

"No! Do not touch me! I am also allergic!" The other screamed.

Suddenly they started running, screaming in panic. All the others also fled.

"Get in the elevator! We're gonna kill that bee over there! We can't disturb the boss!"

You didn't hear that, but you know they took the elevator down.

You looked into the room. Camera indeed. You were right.

But there was no point in going in there.

You went to the other corridor.

It will be really easy...

You walked quickly out the door and went to his desk.

But before you looked at the papers, you saw how big this place is. So rich, but also cozy.

You quickly shook off your amazement.

You opened a drawer. Then another and another.

There was nothing there.

You went to the next room. There was no door, only a passage leading from here to there.

You went there. It was much darker.

Coffee table, more shelves. Much more of everything and a gun on the cupboard.

In a second... Is that his?

It is located anyhow. And if there is a gun here, just put on a cupboard, and this room is only accessible to one person...

You're in trouble....

You have to get out of here as soon as possible...

You went to the table and saw some documents.

You quickly grabbed the tiny camera and took pictures of it all when you saw the right date.

This is the day it is all supposed to be. So it has to be these documents and plans. Even data, for example. Without looking at anything there, you took pictures.

The most dangerous mission. Now you can really die.

One false step now... Especially if you get out of there and someone is there...

Then it will be bad.

You are afraid of.

You just go barefoot with what might happen.

If there is a Gojo there?

In a panic, you put the camera in your pocket and started to leave.

You're just afraid...

He could be here all the time...

But where...

Or maybe he's gone somewhere...

To the bathroom?

You peeked out from behind the wall. Nobody was there. You started walking on.

Hope these guards are gone.

If you leave this place, it will be the end of your quest. You looked out.

You started sneaking up to go to the door.

Your heart was beating loudly

*Heartbeat*

You breathed slowly and walked past the wall.

A few more meters.

Your legs are shaking.

This is the first time you feel this pressure. And you don't know why it is. You wanted to run, but you can't. Then they can notice you.

Until suddenly you felt a hand on your jaw and also a hand holding your hands.

You widened your eyes.

You weren't screaming. You're here illegally.

A strong hand on your face.

"Be calm." someone whispered in your ear. You couldn't move at all. He was strong...

His hand suddenly brutally ripped the black cloth off your face, tearing it apart.

And then he quickly pulled your hood off.

If you now die at his hands, you curse the boss Zenin!

Your body was petrified.

But you managed to get out of his grip when his muscles relaxed a little.

You dug your heel with all your might into his foot and started to run away.

You're in fucking trouble. Big trouble. He saw you!

You know that voice...

Gojo, why is it you...?

If you run away, you won't hurt him...

But you felt a hand on your wrist.

You were brutally pulled back and hit the wall with your back.

Both your hands are held firmly by him above your head.

He brought his face closer to yours with a smile.

"Not good, girl." he said showing his teeth.

You remember that smile of his. And those eyes and white hair.

Why exactly Gojo...

Why must he be your death today?

Everyone but him...

I stared at his face, jaw clenched. But... Your legs are free.

You can move. You can kick him.

You've got enough strength to bring him down right now.

"Now tell me who sent you. „Koro”. Maybe someone else...? I could have sworn I would recognize that face. And I will find your true identity. Any goddamn spy always gets red-handed. You can't avoid it either. I should break your head by now. But..." he said seriously.

Or maybe he remembers you? You don't want him to remember... Not now.

You have to break free. He may know who you are now.

"Please, be aware that I am strong and don't want to hurt you" you said quickly.

"Let's see it cutie." his hands tightened on your wrists.

"I am so sorry, I warned you!"

Suddenly you lifted your leg up and kicked him with all your strength in the stomach.

He pulled away from you, clutching his stomach with a cough. When he was slightly bent you gave a punch with your open hand on the cheek and then you kicked him in the chest. He fell to one knee, pain painted across his face. The black glasses fell off his face.

He continued to smile slightly.

You pulled out your "gun" and pointed it at him.

He looked at you. Right into your eyes.

You do not need to be afraid... You have lenses. Can't see your natural eye color...

"Come on. Shoot." he said with a smile.

You widened your eyes a little.

"Squeeze the trigger and kill me."

"..."

"You won't do it because you don't want to hurt me, right? You are obviously a very nice woman. That is why I am interested in one thing. Why so mysterious woman like you is so kind to me. And I think I've heard that voice somewhere before."

He smiled and pressed his cheek to your gun.

He knows it's not real... You quickly took your hand away from him and slapped him in the face.

He lay down on the floor, wiping the blood from under his nose with a smile.

"Nice blow. I know you will run away now. But I hope we'll meet again..."

You got out of the building as fast as you could...

With tears in my eyes for what you've done...

He can recognize you...

This man was unbearable.

He is a person who has never liked filling paperwork.

That's why the photos you took were useless.

It was just what it was meant to be. However, nothing was written in it.

There were no orders for his people. He didn't write it to them.

That's why you were supposed to try again. Enter his computer and check everything you can.

But the next day, you were lying at home under the blankets, crying. You were so close to death.

You hurt your ex-friend.

You have had enough of this. You don't want to live like this anymore...

You don't want to be that spy.

Once your half depression is over, you changed your clothes.

You changed your hair in a nice way, put on a floral dress, and also put on lenses in a pleasant and soft green color. You'll look nice.

This time you went there normally.

No sneaking.

You managed to get in there and when asking if you could use the phone because something urgent happened (which surprisingly the receptionist believed ...), You took her card that allows you to enter other rooms in the building.

When you went to the toilet later, you quickly put your picture and your name on there.

You put a badge on your dress.

Besides, you pretend to be the person who helps Gojo as the boss. Coffee, food, get something. Something like that.

„You are new there and Mr. Gojo told you to go get lunch for him."

That's why you have in front of you a bag with a ready-made sandwich straight from the bakery.

You hope they'll believe you.

You got into the same elevator as two days ago.

You remembered the nightmare. What happened in this office.

You clicked the "20" button on the elevator.

This is your last chance to succeed in the mission.

"Who is this?"

Same question again.

"This is Mitsuri." you spoke. "I have lunch for Mr Gojo."

"Who?"

"I... I have been working here for several days." you said.

"Okay. We probably don't know you yet." he said and the door closed.

So far it's going well..

Now you weren't even looking at the cameras. You know someone's looking at you.

There is a camera.

You stepped out of the elevator on this floor.

You saw two guys when the door opened.

So he has more security guards now...?

You looked at them.

One stopped you. And he grabbed the bag.

"Oh. I see. I know Mr. Gojo is an important man. It's just a bakery sandwich. But I understand your caution." you said with a nice smile.

This is how you like to be.

Even though your heart is pounding in your chest now. You try to be nice and not suspicious at all. After all, what a burglar would wear such a dress. Plus, you don't have much freedom of movement in heels. You won't fight now. And it's not possible for anyone to get to know you. Different eyes and a completely different hairstyle.

The guard handed you the bag.

There is nothing suspicious about you. There is nothing to look at. Everything is normal.

You walked slowly and easily down the corridor.

There were people everywhere when you passed the door. Mafia... They protect everything...

Everyone was looking at you, but you had a badge. So they ignored you.

Company employees have badges that are identifiers. Mafia members don't have anything like that.

You went to the door to his office.

You felt terrible now. You can still see his smile in your mind.

"Good morning–" You said, but the man interrupted you.

"Mitsuri?"

"Yes. It's me."

"Okay. I just make sure I remember. The boss is at office. So he can eat right away." he told you.

Your heart pounded even harder. You felt that you were sweating. You were suddenly so cold.

But now he should be on-

"The boss just came back from the meeting, so maybe it will cheer him up." The man added. He even seemed nice. But you don't know him at all.

Swallowing softly, you stepped inside with a smile.

"Who are you?" the white-haired man suddenly asked, sitting at the desk with coffee in his hand.

"Mr. Gojo, I brought you lunch. Just like I was gonna do." You said lifting your bag slightly.

He was just looking at you.

"They hired you to help?" He asked.

"Yes. I've been here for several days. I was going to buy you lunch." you smiled at his. He continued to watch you.

"Oh well. Give me that. I'm so hungry..." He smiled.

You walked over to him and gave him food.

"Wha–" He groaned as his eyes flashed. "It's my favorite. It's on the other side of town."

"Well... It just so happens that I live there. On my way to work, I have it. Today I started later and was asked to get you something to eat. You need something else?" you still asked, watching him take a bite.

Out of habit, you bought what he liked best...

He nodded from side to side.

You bowed slightly and wanted to leave.

You won't succeed...

Not while he's here.

"Who told you to buy it?" he asked suddenly.

You widened your eyes.

"Um... It was... Sorry, sir, but I'm here briefly enough that I don't know the names yet. I only know your name. Because you're the boss." You said pretending to be a bit sad.

"Come on. You can sit down. Let's talk. Rarely does anyone come to see me here. And you're also new here. I'd like to meet you." he smiled as he wrapped the food in foil.

You slowly sat down in the chair in front of him.

"What's your name?"

"Mitsuri."

"Gojo Satoru. Nice to meet you, Mitsuri." He smiled pleasantly at you. "I can know why you chose this company?"

"I... I have been interested in large companies for a long time. I wanted to go to college, but decided to start working. And I thought maybe I could find a job here. I know this is a bit of a stupid idea, but I wanted to see what it was like to work here. I want to gain experience to become more than just a help in the future!"

"Wow. You aim high." He laughed and leaned back in his chair.

"I know. But I'm really glad to be here. Even for those few days."

"And what did you do yesterday?"

Coming up with such stories is difficult. Especially so fast.

"Moment... I sat at the reception desk and made coffee."

"Coffee?"

Why was he looking at you so much again?...

Suddenly it moved the metal ornament. As a result, the light shone in your eyes for a moment.

But he was just having fun... He's bored.

"You know what, Mitsuri. Maybe I've already seen you at the company. Your face feels familiar to me."

"I've seen you a few times already, so it's possible."

His eyesight was intense...

"You have beautiful eyes. I would definitely remember you."

"Thank you very much."

"I have always found such a color nice. I like this color very much."

He liked green? This is new... You haven't seen about it.

"I think from today the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen will be (e/c) eyes." eyes looked at you with a serious face. You scared out. You gotta fix this somehow.

"What? I'm sorry, but my eyes are green. Although I have to admit that (e/c) would be nice."

"No need to pretend. Nobody would have eyes that look like this. Your pupil does not change from the light. You could be more careful.." He said.

He already knows, doesn't he?

"You should wear your lenses with more care, Koro." he muttered, crossing his legs.

You have a cold sweat. When you wanted to get up, he stopped you.

"Calm down. If I had wanted to kill you, I would have done so long ago. Besides, I have guards at the door. I knew you took the papers that were blank. That's why I let you go. I admit that you are really strong. But take those lenses off. Your natural eye color is so much prettier, (y/n)..."

He smiled.

"But how–"

" I told you then. I knew your voice from somewhere. As well as the shape of the face and eyes. Also, one of your red lenses has moved for a while."

You widened your eyes. Your jaw trembled. You have to get away.

You secretly grabbed the "business" phone and sent the signal.

At least now someone was waiting to help. Someone from the Zenins who was supposed to drop your line when you sent the signal. Just in case.

In a minute you saw the rope outside the window. He did not disappoint.

You looked quickly there and then back to Gojo.

You were breathing fast.

"(y/n) calm down. I will not do anything to you. I guess... Breathe easy. Besides, I'm not so damn stupid not to see that rope."

He glanced sideways at the decorative metal vase. The window bounced off it.

"Now take your lenses easy. I want to see your real face."

You moved your hand and grabbed two lenses. You put it on your desk.

You looked at him.

"I missed this view."

For a moment he closed his eyes in a smile.

You got up quickly and threw the chair in the windshield.

Luckily it wasn't that hard. But still, you used a lot of force to break the window.

Maybe that chair was a little heavier after all...

You took that wooden one next to it. Not the armchair you were sitting on. Fortunately.

You ran quickly to the window, walking on the glass.

It was easy for you because when he couldn't see you took off your shoes.

You quickly jumped out of one broken window. You grabbed the rope and started climbing.

The window was floor to ceiling. And that one was all broken.

This made it easier for you to jump on the rope. But it also helped him grab your ankle at the last minute.

He tugged hard, pulling you off the rope.

You thought you were going to crash into glass or fall from the twentieth floor. But you fell into his arms.

You hit him on the shoulder and twisted in his embrace.

Because of that, he let you go. You landed on the floor and tried to catch the rope again.

But he grabbed your waist and pulled you back, throwing you to the floor. He was kneeling over you, with his legs on either side of your hips.

He grabbed your wrists with his left hand and squeezed them tight. It made a soft moan of pain. You tried to free yourself, but in this position you cannot kick him.

He grabbed your face with his other hand.

"Cutie~ calm down. You didn't mean to hurt me, so I won't hurt you."

You kept struggling.

"(y/n)!"

You looked at him horrified.

"Do not be afraid. You think I would kill you now? There will be no Koro, there will be no trouble."

Suddenly he let go of your face and reached down for his gun. He turned back for a moment and fired straight at the rope. The piece was cut off.

Later you saw how Zenin started pulling the rope up.

"So now you are dead in the eyes of others. My little one... (y/n)... Maybe you will finally be with me? Just like it was in high school."

A single tear dropped from your eye.

"You can work for me or be much closer to me. You know... I've always liked you."

You blushed slightly and looked at him.

"I know you like me too. But a spy...? Or maybe you want to be my spy?"

When you calmed down, he let go of your wrists.

You slipped out a bit from under him. So that you can sit down. Your legs were still between his knees.

"(y/n)?"

"You don't want to kill me?" you asked softly.

"You didn't do anything to me. Besides, now I'd like to have you with me. You're strong."

"And I can kick your ass..." you laughed lightly.

"Don't get so crazy."

"This is true." you muttered with a smile.

"Do you want to join me? You're not gonna have a life on the edge. Contract work. You will be here." put his hand on your cheek.

It was quiet for a moment.

After all, this is probably a good proposition.

Besides, it's him...

"Satoru... But that's it..."

"Don't worry about anything. You are perfect at all of this."

"...I agree..."

He smiled very hard and hugged you.

"So hello to you. My little spy."

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fistfuloflightning · 1 year

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“I do all your dirty work. I believe I deserve some… compensation.”

#the silmarillion #maedhros #maeglin #maedhros x maeglin #maemae #mob boss/hit man au I’ve been tinkering with #they first meet in prison if that tells you anything 😆#modern au #my art #unapologetic maeglin apologist #tol and smol #twink and tank #tolkien art

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argo-bolo · 3 months

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No one has hit the yearning inside of me more than the random 8tracks playlist I listened to back in 2013 that had these songs:

Follow You Into the Dark : Death Cab for Cutie

The Scientist : Coldplay

Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop : Landon Pigg

Home : Phillip Phillips

#argo-bolo originals #it was a blackrock chronicles playlist and i was like 16 #nothing has hit me hard enough since then tbh #fuck me up fam #anyone remember the mob au for the yogscast because i think about it every time i hear the song cops and robbers #i also regularly think about the modern magic au too because i liked a witch and her gargoyles #if you know what that means no you fuckin don't

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buckrecs · 1 year

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2022 Bucky Barnes Fic Rec Wrap Up 2

part 1 | masterlist

favorite fics from 2022 series fic recs

All of them are COMPLETE Series.

1. Fatal Attraction by @gayouijaboard

Bucky x Assassin!Reader

Bucky’s quite the flirt, even when you’re in the middle of trying to murder him

2. Lost Without You by @angrythingstarlight

Mob!Dad!Bucky x Reader

Soft Mob Bucky Series

3. should’ve been you by @classylo

Bucky x Reader, past Steve x Reader

a Stark gala, a cheating boyfriend, an upset reader, and her boyfriend’s best friend...let’s begin shall we?

4. kisses, cookies and such | candlelight & cuddles by @stevebabey

Neighbor!Bucky x Reader

Something had... shifted. Yet somehow, nothing had changed. You can’t put your finger on it, but sometime between then and now, there’s a difference. Well, that much was obvious — a lot of things had changed since Bucky and you became friends.

5. Something More by @tellmealovestory

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

After a bad breakup you ask your best friend to take your virginity. It’s just friends with benefits. What could possibly go wrong?

6. The Contingency Plan by @dilemmaontwolegs

Bucky x WOC!Reader

Bucky had promised he would find you after the war ended but you were planning on keeping your own promises to him, for better or for worse, so you were heading to Italy and to the front lines. Life in the war was fast, it was living moment to moment because you didn’t know how much time you had together. Then Bucky went missing and for a moment you had him back, all thanks to Steve, and despite your pleas Bucky went straight back into the fray of the war never to be seen again. When Bucky got his mind and body back in the 21st century he finds your name on a memorial for women who lost their lives or were missing in action during the war. He never had any idea you were still waiting for him.

7. Something Domestic by @fandoms-writings

Ex-military amputee!Bucky x Reader

Needing an escape from the loud and busy city life, Bucky comes to stay with you on your little farm. He didn’t expect you, a hardworking and beautiful woman with struggles of your own, to take his breath away and make life a little less dreary.

8. we’re fools. by @achillieus

Bucky x Reader College AU

for all bucky barnes knows, he hates clichés. and this thing between you two, happens to be the biggest one.

9. The Bienville by @indyluckycharlie

CEO!Bucky x Reader

Bucky is the young CEO of his family’s publishing house. A year into the role and working his ass off, he’s finally taking a much needed vacation (upon the advice of his well-meaning family and friends).

10. Greatest Hits by @lunarbuck

Bucky x Reader

You work at your family's record store, and Bucky lives next door. He comes into your store and asks you for some music recommendations. You soon realize that he has a lot to learn and make it your personal mission to show him the world he missed out on through music.

11. Obey by @waiting4inspiration

Bucky x Hydra!Reader

An assassin is brought in by Fury because he thinks she has a connection to HYDRA. Bucky recognizes her and knows how to handle the programming installed in her mind (much like his Winter Soldier programming). Things become challenging now that he is her new Commander and has the responsibility to look after and protect her from HYDRA.

12. Playing With Fire by @beccaanne814

Fireman!Bucky x Reader

What happens when two people who have nothing in common suddenly have to pretend to be in a relationship? Will the sparks between them ignite into something more, or is this romance doomed to crash and burn?

13. Strange Times by @/beccaanne814

Bucky x Reader

You have a certain type - smart, charming, and handsome as sin. For years you’ve been in love with the only man you thought possessed all of those traits, but a chance encounter with a Strange individual sends you and a certain ex-assassin on a journey of self-discovery. As you try to find a way back home, will you also be able to uncover the perfect man hidden beneath layers of guilt and self-loathing.

14. Invisible String by @oitommothetease

Mob!Bucky x Reader

James Buchanan Barnes, the owner of the most expensive-looking club in town and your new apartment. He was a dick and you hated him. What could possibly go wrong when you, the new girl in town, start bartending at his club to pursue your dreams?

15. A Weapon No More by @empyreanwritings

Bucky x Mutant!Reader

You made a promise to retire from the life of being used as a weapon after you escaped the Facility, but what’s one more mission? You wanted revenge on the doctor that created and tortured you for all those years, and S.H.I.E.L.D was giving you the opportunity to do so. Would it be worth breaking that promise?

16. Scars by @tokoyamisstuff

Bucky x Reader

Based on the Soulmate Prompt where whatever you write on your skin, it appears on your Soulmate’s.

17. Stepping Up by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend

Bucky x Reader

When Steve can’t go with you to your cousin’s wedding, he sends Bucky in his place. What happens when more than one person assume you’re dating?

18. Bucky’s Bistro Dates by @wonderlandmind4

Bucky x Reader

A Bistro owner is witness to Bucky Barnes bad dates.

19. Better by @captainscanadian

Doctor!Bucky x Doctor!Reader

Dr. James Barnes has it all: a loving family, caring best friends, and a successful career as one of the best heart surgeons in New York. He has everything he ever wanted his whole life… well, almost everything. One thing he never thought he could ever have was Y/N Y/L/N. She may have been a lot of things, but he loved her because she made him better.

20. Under Pastel Skies by @redgillan

Writer!Bucky x Artist!Reader

Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate... but she smiles so sweetly and she's endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.

21. Save Me by @espinosaurusrexex

Bucky x Reader College AU

Bucky Barnes has never had it easy, which ultimately turned him into a caveman-like introvert with no desire to see the positive side of life. But what happens when the clumsily charming art student, Y/N, stumbles to his rescue, determined to show Bucky how truly wonderful the world is?

22. Summer Plans by @notimetoblog

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Planning a trip with Bucky takes a turn when someone new comes into his life. Will it all change or can you still manage to have the perfect summer you planned?

23. i hate you but by @buckybarnesthehotshot

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

bucky and y/n can’t stand each other, but y/n needs help with her sister’s kids (enemies to lovers au)

24. Hello and Goodbye, by @sweetascanbee

Bucky x Adopted Wilson!Reader

You are Sam's adopted little sister, and he brings home a mysterious friend.

25. Dreaming of Better Days by @wizardofrozz

40s!Bucky x Reader

Steve always manages to find a fight no matter where he goes and Bucky is always ready to defend his best friend, until one day someone beats him to it. Bucky isn’t prepared to find you standing up for his best friend and he definitely wasn’t prepared to be so swept up by you. But most of all, he didn’t expect you to have such an important place in his future.

26. Grease Lightning by @language-rxgers

Bucky x Reader

You’re on the hair & makeup team for your school’s production of Grease, and Nat has signed you up to do the makeup for the lead role of Danny Zuko- played by none other than Bucky Barnes.

27. Snow by @delaber

Bucky x Agent!Reader

Tired of your constant bickering, Sam sends you and Bucky on a mission alone. When the worst possible outcome happens and you’re forced to spend several days together in a small cabin, you finally get to see a different, more pleasurable side to the man whose flesh you’ve always had a thorn in.

28. How to Make Small Talk in Five Simple Steps | How to Make the Right Decision in Five Simple Steps by @certifiedskywalker

Bucky x Reader

When people meet, they often use small talk as a means to negotiate and define the start of a new relationship. When you and Bucky meet, you both struggle to find the right words.

29. Next to Me by @sgtjbuccky

Bodyguard!Bucky x Reader

After an attempt on you and your identical twin’s life, your father calls in the Avengers for protection. Bucky soon realizes your father’s goal is solely to keep you sister safe, and decides that the times of doing the bidding of others are long gone, and takes your protection into his own hands.

30. Money, Power, Glory by @sergeantxrogers

Criminal!Bucky x Informant!Reader

James “Bucky” Barnes, New York state’s most infamous organized crime leader since the 1980s. With Bucky weaving through the fingers of local police and the federal government for far too long, they decide to go with plan B: you. Your job? Simple. Relay inside information back to the FBI, slipping through the cracks of Bucky’s fortress of a crime ring as an unknown imposter. The Bureau, however, has no idea you and Bucky are much more acquainted than you let on.

31. Blue by @softlybarnes

Bucky x Reader

James and Y/N take a road tip across the country to help Bucky’s recovery process. A question Y/N asks at the beginning of the trip sets Bucky searching his memories for an answer, one he finds he needs if he can move forward.

32. It’s All Fun and Games by @yikeswtfmate

Bucky x Reader MCU AU

A glimpse into Bucky and Y/N’s relationship, where they’re not together, but every single one of their friends would beg to differ.

33. A love that never leaves by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Bucky x Enhanced!Reader

Sometimes when you go looking for the past, you find things you never expected. When an accident brings him face to face with something he never knew he lost, Bucky Barnes begins to understand an age old truth – it’s so easy, sometimes, to love the things that destroy us.

34. Heart to a Gunfight by @lailannajacobs

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

You didn’t want to help Bucky Barnes make it through the party by pretending to be his fake girlfriend, after all, you had just met him. You also didn’t plan on the charade lasting as long as it did.

35. Café Crema by @wonderlandmind4

Bucky x Reader

The first time was an accident. The second time was coincidence. The third time is just unlucky. The fourth time is getting out of hand and the fifth may or may not be with intent. Otherwise known as The One Where He Spills Her Coffee.

36. If Only You Were Mine… by @bbgem329

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

You’ve been in love with Bucky Barnes since the moment you laid eyes on him. That was five years ago, when your older sister brought him home for a Sunday lunch and introduced him as her boyfriend.

37. желание by @sebbytrash

Bucky x Agent!Reader

Steve had drafted Bucky in to help with your training, not knowing you had feelings for him. Feelings? Ok, you were attracted to the man. Insanely so. And he hated you. Or at least that’s what you think, but is there more going on than you realise?

38. Awake My Soul by @foreverindreamlandd

Bucky x Reader Zombie Apocalypse AU

It's been five years since zombies first started walking the Earth, destroying anything and everything in their wake. Now, in this apocalyptic world, fighting for survival comes as naturally as breathing. The one thing you've learned ever since they arrived, though, is that the living can be so much more dangerous than the undead. When you stumble across two young, scared boys lost in the woods and being chased by walkers, you go against your better judgment and help them to safety. Little did you know that helping them would lead you to Bucky - an angry, grumpy, distrusting member of the camp Shield. Bucky has zero interest in having you enter his life. He's been hurt before and lost too many people to risk experiencing that kind of pain again, and he knows that there are secrets you aren't telling the group. Yet, when push comes to shove, and you're put at risk, he'll stop at nothing to keep you safe.

39. Fatality by @moonlight-prose

Bucky x Reader

After being dusted for five years he was back, except so were the memories he never had a hold of before. No longer did they sit dormant in his mind, but instead they attacked him day in and day out. Moments in time he didn’t believe were him. Until one returns to him and brings with it a piece of himself he thought he’d lost for good.

40. pretty woman, this is me trying by @captainsimagines

Bucky x Sex Worker!Reader

Bucky Barnes does not like to be touched. He’s completely ready to live a distant life and give up when the time is right. Until Stark hires him his own personal pretty woman. Over time, Bucky Barnes begins to learn how to touch again. How to feel again. How to love himself again.

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