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His Healer

Pairing: Mob!Loki Laufeyson x Nurse!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: fixing an injured loki, mentions of al capone, fluff mostly

Summary: Your paying job is working as a nurse in a local hospital. Your side hustle is being a doctor for the mob boss, Loki.

Squares Filled: 1920s au (2021) for @lokibingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

“Alright, Mr. Sanchez. How do you feel this morning?” you ask as you pull back the hospital curtain.

“Better now that I get to see you.”

“Keep talking like this and your wife is gonna think you have a girlfriend,” you say.

“We wouldn’t want that, would we?” he chuckles.

You grab your stethoscope and place it over his heart to listen to it. Next, you check his pulse and blood pressure. His pulse is a bit high but with the medication he’s taking, it’s not surprising. His vitals are looking strong for someone who had hip surgery, and you write them on the paper chart you have hanging off the end of his bed.

“Keep this up, Mr. Sanchez. You’ll be running marathons in no time.”

“I hope so, dear,” he smiles.

“Okay, time to get those muscles moving. I’d like to see you make it to the couch this time.”

“I’ll try.”

You help the older man sit up in his bed when your coworker comes into the room.

“Y/N? There’s a call for you. I can take over.”

“Okay, Mr. Sanchez. Elizabeth is the best besides me, of course,” you wink playfully. “You’re in good hands.” You leave Elizabeth and Mr. Sanchez alone while you head to the phone that’s on the wall. There is a receiver and a transmitter connected to the base of the phone. Both ends are on tubes that you can move around so you’re not stuck to the wall. You place the receiver to your mouth and the transmitter to your ear. “This is Y/N.”

“899 E Logan Boulevard. The boss needs you.”

“I’m at work. You can’t just--”

“The boss needs you.”

“Repeat the address, please,” you sigh. You set the receiver down and keep the transmitter to your ear while you write down the address. You pick up the receiver when you want to talk to him. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

You hang up both ends of the phone and find your boss who is filling out paperwork at the desk.

“Mary, I have a private client who news me right now. Elizabeth is covering for my patients. May I leave? I’ll come back once I’m done.”

“Yes. Make sure you follow up with Elizabeth about your patients.”

“Of course.”

You leave the hospital and to the car that the boss gifted you. He’s always giving you presents for your services on top of the money he pays you. You’re not sure where he’s staying, so you grab your navigation watch to put in the address you were given. This watch has saved you in more ways than one when you’ve gotten lost in the bustling city of Chicago.

The map is where the face of the watch would normally be found. The direction of the maps is wound around small wooden pegs like scrolls that could be switched out of the wristband depending on the route needed to go. You take out the map you were using before and put in the new one. Once you’re ready to go, you head toward the house.

Well, mansion is a more accurate description. Take away the hedges and big trees, this place looks like half the size of the hospital you work at. There is a steel gate at the front of the property with two armed guards standing outside of it. They’re immediately put on alert as soon as you pull up but you’re not afraid of their big guns.

“State your business,” one of the guards says in a deep voice.

“I’m the doctor for the boss.”

He nods to the other guard who opens the gate for you. You drive down the long driveway to the front of the house where half a dozen guards with guns are posted outside of it. Even if you’ve never been here before, you’ve always had to have a guard lead you through whatever place the boss is staying in. You get out and grab your medical bag from the back.

“Right this way, ma’am,” one of the guards says.

If you thought the outside was heavily guarded, then the inside is just ridiculous. More than two dozen guards are keeping watch or just wandering around protecting the place. You should get used to this because you get dozens of calls a week from the boss. This place is just beautiful and you’d love to live here if it were crawling with guards.

The floor is marble, the walls are dark grey, there are lights on the black walls that give them some kind of light, the archways are high with chandeliers coming down from the high ceiling, and the windows stretch higher than you can reach. It makes sense why the boss would live in a mansion like this. The guard takes you to a room with two guards posted outside of it, and one of them opens the door for you.

There on the bed lies the boss, Loki Laufeyson. The blankets have been stripped from the bed so he’s only lying on the black sheets that are stained with his blood for sure. He has an enormous gash starting from the top of his chest down to his hip. There is a towel covering the area that is dark red, and you don’t think it was that color when he placed it there.

Loki is well known across all of Chicago as one do the deadliest mafia bosses. He works very closely with Al Capone which is why he gets injured all the damn time. Loki found you in a bar one time with a deep cut on his cheek. You told him how to best take care of it without scarring since he has such a pretty face.

If you knew who he was before you talked to him, you wouldn’t have done it.

He took a liking to you and always came to you whenever he had even the smallest of injuries. You’re the only one who caught his attention so he wanted you around him as much as possible no matter the reason. The more you took care of him, the more your feelings for him grew. You’re not going to tell him that, of course. It would only go to his head.

Seeing him in so much pain breaks your heart.

“What did I tell you about getting into fights?” you ask and approach the side of the bed.

“I need to take care of business, love,” he laughs but groans in pain.

The bed is low enough to the ground so that when you pull up a chair next to it and sit down, you’re at the perfect height to fix his wound. You peel back the towel to see what you’re working with and more blood comes rushing out.

“It would be better if you were in a hospital with equipment and blood.”

“You know why I can’t go there.”

“You’re bleeding all over your bed.”

“I’ll get a new one,” he shrugs.

This isn’t going to be pleasant but the wound needs to be cleaned. You have a water bottle that will be used to flush out the wound while gauze will be used to clean the edges. You gently pat the area around the wound to clean the blood up and Loki closes his eyes in pain. Once you’re satisfied, you take the water bottle and begin flushing the wound.

“Fuck!” Loki shouts.

“If you can handle getting a wound like this, you can handle a bit of water. Stay still.”

When you’re done with that, you grab new gauze and pack it inside the wound so blood doesn’t spill over. There is a numbing cream that you use to spread on the outside of the wound because you need to stitch the wound so it can have a chance to heal.

“This is gonna hurt,” you state. “Even with the cream.”

“As you said, I can handle it,” he chuckles.

You take the needle and stick it through one side of the wound and thread it to the other side of the wound. You pull it close and tie it multiple times before cutting it. One down, many more to go.

“You know, this is gonna scar.”

“Good. It’ll give me some character when I’m handling business.”

As you’re stitching the wound closed, you notice his bare skin on display for you to see. It’s so pale. It’s like he hates going outside and getting some sun.

“You’re so pale. Getting some sun every once in a while isn’t gonna kill you.”

“Yes ma’am,” he drawls. A blush makes it way up your neck and to your cheeks at his accent. “I’ll go outside if you come with me.”

“I’ve already told you why I can’t,” you whisper.

Loki turns his head away from you and coughs causing more blood to rush out of his wound. When he turns his head back, his hair has fallen over his eyes. You reach up and move his hair away without touching his skin.

“I’ll change for you.”

“Al Capone will let no one go. You know this.”

It doesn’t take long for you to stitch the whole wound shut, and you use your water bottle to clean the site from his blood. You grab some more gauze and lay it over the entire wound and a big bandage that you lay over it to give it another layer of protection.

“I hate seeing you like this, Loki,” you sigh.

“I’ll try better next time,” he promises. “Thank you for being such a great doctor.”

A smile breaks through which makes him smile.

“I took time out of my very busy day to be here. How will you ever compensate me?”

Loki reaches up and grabs your neck gently and pulls you down to him. He slants his lips against yours and gives you a kiss that takes your breath away. This isn’t the first kiss you’ve shared with him and it certainly won’t be the last.

“I’ll have one of my men pay you most graciously, love,” Loki whispers against your lips.

You have to get back to the hospital so you pull away from him and gather your medical supplies. You put your hand on the doorknob but don’t turn it yet.

“Don’t get into any more fights, Loki.”

“How will I ever see you if I’m not injured?”

“You know where I live,” you smile. “All you need to do is knock.”

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Split City, Divided Heart - Chapter 6

Mob!Wanda Maximoff x Mob!Reader

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Chapter Summary: Completely surrendered to Erik's will, Wanda watches you being tortured by her own father. Upon discovering you're being accused of sins you didn't commit, the redhead has to do something about it. [Series Summary]

Warnings: +16. Violence; guns; bladed weapons; blood; death; torture; kidnapping; mentions of sex (no description); drugs; mob/mafia

Word count: 3.434 || Pronouns: she/her

Things get very... intense 👀 enjoy! and please don't hate me too much

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“Somebody messes with me, I’m gonna mess with him.” – Al Capone

Businessman Anthony Stark arrested tonight after admitting his involvement with local mafia. Police believe to have firm leads to reach said group.

The Captain grumbles as she reads the headline for the tenth time that morning. The woman takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm.

Everything seemed to be going wrong. The increasingly constant intrigues with the Guardians, members of the Avengers being killed, no word from you since the conversation about Lehnsherr's daughter... And now this.

At least this she had ideas about how to solve, and now the blonde is waiting anxiously, a glass of whiskey in her hands as she tries to keep herself together. And as if listening to her thoughts, the door opens, revealing the one she had been looking forward to seeing all morning.

"Finally." The woman says, getting up from her armchair. "Sorry, Captain." The teenager replies, smiling apologetically, before closing the door behind him. "She didn't follow the schedule you gave me so I had to wait a while."

"But did you make it?" The woman asks, impatiently, and the boy nods eagerly. "Yes, I did," he replies, rummaging through his backpack for a while, "here you go." He finally says, pulling out some polaroids from there.

Carol promptly picks them up, running her eyes over the photos of the woman, a fulfilled smile on her lips. "Perfect." The blonde says, more to herself than to Peter, her eyes still running the photographs. "Captain?" The boy's uncertain voice wakes Carol to reality, raising her eyes to him. "Who's she?"

"No one you need to worry about." She answers simply, a gentle smile on her lips, and the boy nods, taking the hint. "Good job, kid, you can deliver them." She says, handing the pictures back to the boy, who smiles gratefully at the compliment.

With a nod of his head in farewell, the teenager walks to the office door as Carol returns to her seat in the armchair, but then a thought crosses her mind, and she calls him again. "Parker?"

"Yes?" The boy utters as he turns around, looking at her expectantly. "Have you seen Y/n around?" The Captain asks, a mixture of curiosity and hope in her voice, but Peter just frowns, shaking his head in denial. "No, Captain."

Carol hums in acknowledgement, nodding slowly as she thinks. "You can go." She says with one last smile, to which the boy reciprocates before leaving the office for good.

Left alone now, the Captain allows her thoughts to take over her mind, a single thought standing out.

"Where the hell are you, Y/n?"

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Spitting out a significant amount of blood, you try to recover from yet another punch delivered to your jaw.

The pain that spreads through your body is excruciating, leaving you disoriented. But Erik looks at you with a sickly smile, the blond man, who goes by the ridiculous codename Vision, doing the dirty work, and Wanda standing by the door, watching everything with an impassive expression. So, you decide not to let your pain show.

"I don't understand why you just don't tell me what I want to know." The older man asks, pacing back and forth, and you take a deep breath. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Lehnsherr." You answer honestly, and receive another punch from the blond man in response.

"I'm talking about the Avengers meddling in our business and stealing our supplies." Erik strikes back, approaching the chair you have once again been tied to, and you hold his gaze without hesitation.

"Do you really think we waste our time with that, Lehnsherr?" You ask sarcastically, forcing a laugh even though your whole body aches in the process. "If we need something, we get it our way. We don't need anything that comes from you."

"Are you sure about that?" The gray-haired man teases, risking a glance at Wanda. You clench your jaw immediately in response, and notice out of the corner of your eye the redhead shifting her weight on her feet uncomfortably.

"A one time mistake," you say simply, ignoring the growing hurt, "and what a mistake it was." You add, looking directly at Wanda this time, and the woman immediately looks away, crossing her arms tightly against her chest.

"Someone's a little bitter." Erik teases, and you look down, averting your gaze from the Guardians in the room. Feeling victorious, Lehnsherr straightens his posture, turning away from you. "That's enough for today, who knows after a night's sleep you'll give me the answers I'm asking for."

With that, the leader of the Guardians walks to the entrance of the cell and you take a deep breath. "Wanda, my dear, clean her wounds. We don't want an infection, do we?" You hear Erik say and resist the urge to roll your eyes. He was doing it to affect you, and you knew it. The worst part is that he was succeeding. "And you, keep an eye on our guest.”

As Erik leaves the cell, Wanda starts walking toward you, but then stops. "Untie her." She says firmly and you immediately close your eyes. It has been a while since you last heard her voice, and the sound has had more of an effect on you than you would like to admit.

"You can take care of her injuries with her tied up." Vision replies then and although you refuse to look directly at the scene, you can see out of the corner of your eyes Wanda crossing her arms. "Untie her." She repeats through clenched teeth, and the man lets out a humorless chuckle in response. "It could be dangerous, dear."

"I don't think she could do anything with the beating you gave her." The redhead promptly hits back, and you frown discreetly at the obvious signs of anger in her voice. "I won't say it again."

After a few seconds of silence, the blonde huffs and moves to untie you. Once your arms and legs are free, you bring your hands to your wrists, massaging them. As Wanda approaches you with a small bucket of water and a cloth, Vision stands at the entrance to the cell.

You walk to the bed with difficulty, supported by Wanda's hands. The touch burns your skin, and all you want to do now is to pull her hands away from you and scream. But you are too exhausted and hurt to do either of those things, so you just sit there without showing any emotion.

The next few minutes are spent in silence, Wanda carefully cleaning your wounds and you avoiding looking at her for dear life.

"How are you?" The redhead's uncertain question sounds out soon after, and you decide to pretend you didn't notice her hesitation. "I've been worse." You answer impassively and hear Wanda huff softly. "Look, Y/n-"

"Save it, Wanda, I don't wanna hear it." You interrupt immediately, anger growing inside you. "But you should let your daddy know I have no idea what he's talking about." You say with false humor and risk a glance at the redhead, regretting it in the same moment you saw her sadness-laden face.

"I know you don't." She says softly, hesitating before she adds, "I trust you." The line is a mere whisper, so that only you can hear. You laugh wryly in response.

Despite the irony, there is nothing comical about the situation in which you find yourself. But there is a huge lump in your throat right now, so laughing seems a better option than crying.

"Good to know one of us is trustworthy." You retort bitterly, looking away once again. Wanda swallows dryly, trying to stand her ground even though she is on the verge of crumbling.

"Enough talking." Vision says before Wanda can answer. Faced with your complete lack of reaction, Wanda just takes a deep breath and goes back to tending to your wounds in silence.

When the redhead is finished, she gets up and walks to the exit without saying a single word. Now alone in the cell, you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding.

Before you can begin to enjoy the silence, Vision's voice makes itself heard once again. "She's quite a sight, isn't she?" The blond man says, making you roll your eyes. "The hottest woman I've ever seen. Just imagining her with no clothes on…"

"Shut up." You speak next, your blood beginning to boil. That day couldn't get any worse. "What?" Vision says next, looking at you with a look of debauchery through the cell bars. "Don't you like to hear the things I would do to her? How I would fuc-"

"Shut up!" you repeat, shouting this time, as you walk with quick strides to where he is, the pain completely dulled by hatred. You grip the iron bars tightly, your knuckles turning white from the strength.

"Look at you," the man says with a grin, his face mere inches from yours as he revels in your obvious fury, "still think she's yours. Pathetic. She never was, and she never wi-"

Vision's words are cut off as you pull him by his shirt. Being taken aback by the sudden movement, the man slams his face hard against the metal bars. The blond man mutters curses as he takes a few steps backwards with his hands on his face.

"You son of a bitch." He says as he notices the blood on his hands that has dripped from his nose. You just hold his gaze, a small smirk at the corner of your mouth, and the man's expression stiffens in anger. "The beating wasn't enough for you, huh?" he says through gritted teeth, unlocking the cell. "Let's see if one more will do the trick."

As he enters the cell, you swallow dryly. Added to you being seriously injured, the man is much bigger and stronger than you. But you would not go down without a fight. So when he approaches you, you raise your fists.

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Wanda had never felt so powerless in her entire life. Still, she had never felt so guilty.

As soon as she left the cell the night before, the redhead went straight to her room, emptying the entire contents of her stomach as her insides turned violently in guilt and pain.

When there was nothing left to put out, the woman broke down in sobs, tears burning her skin as the images of you in that chair burned her mind.

But now Wanda was sitting on her bed. In the same position she had been when she first sat there. Motionless. Unaware of everything around her, the redhead barely noticed the knocks on her door. And when she does, she does nothing about it.

The door opens next, revealing Pietro on the other side. Wanda merely looks at him, and the blond man flashes her a small, empathetic smile. "Hi, sister," he greets softly, closing the door behind him, "how are you-"

"Don't ask me that." Wanda interrupts, her voice shaky and the lump in her throat making it hard to breathe. Pietro is silent then, and sits down next to her on the bed. Out of the corner of her eyes, the redhead notices her brother watching her, but doesn't have the strength to raise her gaze.

"You can talk to me, Wanda." The man says eventually, moving closer and holding his sister's hand in his. The redhead looks at their intertwined fingers, and smiles minimally at the action, even if the comfort brought by it is almost non-existent. "I thought you knew that. You could've told me-"

"Told you what, Pietro?" Wanda interrupts, suddenly releasing her hand from his. "That I fell in love with an Avenger? You would've taken that so well." The redhead says with bitter sarcasm, and the blonde clenches his jaw.

"I would've tried to understand you." He says, but Wanda laughs through her nose in disbelief. "You're my little sister, Wands, I would never judge you." The older Maximoff assures, but seeing no sign of belief in his sister, he jokes, "but I probably would've told you to find someone better."

Wanda forces a weak laugh in response, her vision blurring intensely soon after. "I'd never find someone better." She says with her voice breaking, the lump in her throat becoming increasingly unbearable.

"It's true then," Pietro says eventually, and Wanda raises her eyes to him, "you and her." He explains, and Wanda flashes him a tiny smile. "It is... And it's also true that I ruined her life." The redhead comments bitterly, the tears finally falling, "She trusted me, and I stabbed her in the back."

The redhead's brain fills her mind with all the worst possible insults, about how she didn't try hard enough, about how she could have stopped all this from happening. But the truth is that this is not how things work.

The only contact Wanda had with you was in the apartment in which she and Pietro grew up and which was now your and her spot, her oasis. Outside that place, she had no idea how to find you, how to get in touch with you.

So there she waited, agonizing days and nights waiting for you to knock on the door but you never did. Just as she was about to give up and look for you on your side of town, even knowing all the risks that entailed, knocks on the door finally came.

They weren't yours though, and the redhead's heart shattered into a million pieces at the sight of Vision entering, showing up there on her father's orders to wait for you to come by. There she realized that it was too late.

Wanda could have told you to leave when you arrived later that night, told you to run and not look back. But she knew that the moment she did that, Vision would go not only for you but for her too, both of you would be killed in that same place.

At least if she followed the plan she would have time, she would have a guarantee to keep you alive while she thought of a way to free you. At least that was what she had thought of as the best way out of that situation.

But to see you in that condition, being beaten and tortured... It was as if every organ in her body contracted and tore itself into a million painful pieces. It was as if she had died all the same.

"I wish there was something I could do to help you, sestra." Her brother says truthfully, waking her up from her thoughts, and Wanda casts him a small, grateful smile. "There's nothing you can do, Piet." She assures, and the other nods slowly.

"I just... I just need some fresh air." Wanda says, standing up and wiping the tears on her cheeks. "I'll go with you." Pietro then says, following her to the door. "There's no need, brother, thanks."

"I insist." The blond says, and Wanda turns to face him, her eyes narrowed. "What's going on?" she questions, and the man puts his hands in his pockets awkwardly. "Papa asked me to keep an eye on you."

"Of course he did." The redhead replies impatiently, feeling increasingly suffocated. "I trust you, though," Pietro hastens to say, "I meant that." Wanda stares at her brother for a few seconds but, finding nothing but honesty in his expression, she huffs. "Fine."

"Where are we going?" Pietro asks, following his sister out of the room, and Wanda shrugs. "I don't know, I just need to leave this place." She answers, walking toward the entrance of the hiding place. Then an idea crosses her mind, and she changes her route.

"But first, I need to talk to Shuri."

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"Uh-oh, if the Maximoff twins are together, there's trouble coming." The girl says as soon as she sees the two entering the armaments room. "I need your help." Wanda says next, Pietro right behind her closing the door, and Shuri chuckles. "I knew it," she states, nodding, "what do you need?"

And then Wanda tells her everything. About you, about her father finding out, about him suspecting you of the stolen supplies, and about how deeply she trusts you. All the while, she tries to keep her voice steady, to keep the tears away. But the lump in her throat is too big to stay hidden for long. The other two in the room notice, obviously, but decide not to comment on it.

"The girl you're hooking up with is an Avenger?!" Shuri asks in astonishment when Wanda finally finishes speaking and the redhead lets out an incredulous giggle. "Is that really all you paid attention to?"

"No, you're right, sorry. Stolen supplies." The girl says, shaking her head. "What do you want from me?" She asks then, and it is Pietro who answers. "Do you have any suspects? Someone you don't trust?"

"I don't think so." Shuri answers after thinking for a brief moment, her eyebrows frowning as she does. "I have a few." Wanda replies, nearly annoyed, and Pietro laughs through his nose by her side. "That's because you don't trust anyone."

"Right now I only trust three people, and one of them needs me." Wanda replies promptly, looking at the two in the room. "And I need your help to solve this." The redhead says, sounding as firm as she can, but the pleading in her voice is evident.

"You can count on me." Shuri says then, a sincere smile on her lips, and Pietro nods. "On me too." The man confirms and Wanda smiles, standing up next. "Thanks, guys." She says honestly, and the two smile in response.

"I have to go now, if I stay here another second I'll freak out." The redhead tells, getting up from the stool she was sitting on, and Pietro does the same. After saying goodbye to Shuri, the two Maximoffs leave the armory.

Reaching the communal room of the hideout, Wanda clenches her jaw. "What's Vision doing here?" She asks and, noticing the bruises and cuts on the man's face, frowns. "And what happened to him?"

"I have no idea," Pietro replies, following his sister's gaze with his own, "I woke up and went straight to your room." He lets her know and Wanda looks at him in confusion. Woke up? How long has it been since last night? Did she really not sleep at all? It wouldn't be surprising.

"Wanda." She hears her name called before she can ask any of those questions and the redhead sighs angrily. Today would be the day she would add another murder to her list of committed crimes.

"What is it, Raven?" She asks, irritation rising exponentially. "I brought breakfast to your pet Avenger earlier. She looked quite a mess, if you ask me." The blonde informs, a smile grown as apprehension takes over Wanda's features.

"But don't worry, I took good care of her. And I gotta admit, Wanda, now I see why you're so fond of her." The blonde adds as she notices the other's countenance change, a taunting smirk on her lips. "What's going on underneath that shirt is... something else."

Without a second thought, Wanda holds Raven's hair, pushing her head hard against the nearby pool table. The noise of the impact is loud and echoes through the decommissioned subway station, followed by several surprised gasps from the surrounding Guardians.

"Wanda!" Pietro shouts in astonishment, pulling his sister away before Wanda could ruin Raven's face any further, which was now covered in blood.

"I'll kill that bitch any day now!" The redhead says, her face hardened by anger. Pietro, who was not trusting his sister's common sense one bit, continues dragging her towards the exit of the hideout.

"You can't attack her every time she annoys you, you know?" he reasons, but Wanda can barely hear him, her heart pounding furiously in her ears. "I'm going to anyway." She mumbles through clenched teeth, making her brother let out a low chuckle.

"Come on now, let's get out of here." He says when the two are already out of the decommissioned subway station and Wanda huffs heavily. Trying with all her might to forget her tsunami of problems, the redhead follows her brother to his car.

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Things are not looking good for our dear reader, uh? What do you think it's going to happen next? Thoughts and comments are always appreciated!

Chapter 7

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Lucifer's Secretary

Pairing: The Corinthian x Demon Female Reader Genre: Fluff, humor, smut Warnings: Smut, horror themes Rating: 18+ Notes: - Requested by @destiny-rahl 💕💕 - Reader's character was partly inspired by Elizabeth Hurley's The Devil character from the 2000 movie, Bedazzled

You worked as a secretary in Hell and had a thing for demons, until a nightmare came along…

"Your Majesty!" you addressed Lucifer, who was adjusting their huge, black wings in the mirror.

“Yes, Y/N? What do you have for me?"

"More sinful souls have arrived in Hell, who will soon come here to talk to you. Besides, the next demon battle is about to start, I thought I'd let you know if you're interested."

"Thank you." Lucifer said and you bowed and left.

You worked as a secretary and since you were Lucifer's top confidant at the same time, you were able to set up a cool office for yourself. The walls were deep red and there were pictures of famous criminals such as Al Capone, Pablo Escobar or Griselda Blanco. Your desk was black glass, and your chair was a high-backed black leather chair. You also had a bar where you could have a drink if you were thirsty, a large filing cabinet where you stored the documents of the demons of Hell, and a huge fireplace, just to make it all more cozy. Your duties included overseeing Lucifer's schedule, organizing official events, and welcoming new residents or "clients" to Hell. When you weren't working, you were smoking and drinking with your feet up on the desk because you didn't have to worry about getting caught by your boss or flirting with the hot demon guys who came into your office. You couldn't help it, you loved bad boys.

The black and red combination dominated not only the furnishings, but also in your clothing. You always wore tight, form-fitting, sometimes skin-flashing clothes, which allowed you to express your hot, sexy and sassy self. Also, being a demon, your eyes were also red.

It was just your lunch break and you ordered lasagna from one of the local hellish restaurants. The delivery guy who brought it was very sexy and apparently, he liked you too, he even got a nice tip from you. On the way out, you smacked his bottom flirtatiously. You finally started eating when the office phone rang. You picked it up and a man with a deep voice, presumably with a southern accent, spoke.

"Hello. Did I call Hell's office?” asked.

"Yes. How can I help?" you said, quickly grabbing a bite.

"I'm The Corinthian from the Dreaming." you rolled your eyes. You, Lucifer, and the demons didn't like the creatures there, but you welcomed them out of courtesy if they needed something. "I would need a fiery trident for a nightmare. Can you help me?"

"Why don't you ask Lord Morpheus, he's the King of Dreams, right?" you asked slightly mockingly.

"Believe it or not, I thought about it, but he doesn’t want to talk to me right now...Can you help me or not?" the man asked impatiently. You sighed.

"I'll get you one and you can come for it here, to the office, when it's convenient for you. Is that okay?”

"Yes, it will be perfect, thank you!" he said and put it down, you were finally able to continue eating, while your mind was racing.

Why did a nightmare need a fiery trident? Wasn't his job to scare people with just his mere presence? Whatever, it was none of your business. In any case, you admitted that the man had a pleasant voice that you would have liked to listen to more… You tried to imagine what he might look like. Tall and maybe sporty, that's for sure. His outfit can be something elegant, you wouldn't think he would wear ripped jeans and a t-shirt. Well, when he comes for the requested object, you can see him in person.

After you ate, you drank a glass of whiskey and went to inform Lucifer, because the next demon battle had begun.

Not long after, you were back in your office and heard a knock. It must have been the nightmare from the Dreaming.

"Come in!" you said while sorting through the papers in the filing cabinet. You heard the door open and then close. You looked over and froze for a moment. You guessed it right, the blond man with sunglasses was tall, he seemed to have an athletic body and his clothes showed good taste based on the cream-colored sweater, dark brown jacket and black pants. He stood in front of the desk with his hands in his pockets and looked quite confident. Your mind suddenly filled with dirty thoughts and you licked your lips.

"Hello! I assume you came for the fiery trident.”

"Hi! I'm The Corinthian and yes, you're right. You have a nice office.” the man said politely as he looked around. You closed the cabinet door and went to get the fiery trident and went to the man with it.

"This is it. Right now it’s not on fire unless you command it to." you said and held it out to him.

"Wow, what a gorgeous piece!" Corinthian stared in awe at the beautifully crafted, gold-coloured pointed tool. "You know, I usually work with knives, but I thought I'd use something new to make people's nightmares even scarier."

"Really?" you asked "But how can you be a nightmare, you look like a model!" you told him, surveying him from head to toe with your eyes.

"Oh, you are too kind! You know, it's because of my eyes, that's why I wear sunglasses." he said and lifted the glasses, flashing his true gaze. You found the small teeth in place of his eyes especially exciting.

"I'm sorry, but you still haven't convinced me why you're a nightmare. Would you like something to drink?” you pointed to the bar.

"Um, if you asked like that, I'd be happy to have a drink with you." he said, leaning the trident against the desk. You went to the bar and felt his penetrating gaze on your body.

"What can I give you?"

"A glass of whiskey will do, thank you."

"Well, that's what I drink too. I like whiskey because it's a stylish, sophisticated and sexy drink." you said suggestively and poured a bottle for Corinthian and yourself.

"For sure! Cheers!" he said and you toasted and drank. "Thank you again for your help!"

"You're welcome!" you said putting your glass down. The sexual tension between you and him was getting stronger and the whiskey made you even more emboldened. You still had paperwork to do, but that could wait, you thought to yourself, you had much better things to do now. You kept flirting with him.

"So...what do you do in nightmares?" you went over to him and stroked his side.

"I scare humans, I warn them if they think about something bad. And if they think of something evil, I will take out their eyes and eat them.” he raised his eyebrows and drank the rest of the drink from his glass. You loved creepy stuff like this.

So he was a bad guy too. During your conversation, you undressed him several times with your eyes and thought you'd tease him a little more, wondering what he would say to it.

"Hm, sounds good. Come, sign some papers stating that you have received the trident and will use it responsibly and return it on time, undamaged." you said and as you headed towards your desk you pretended to drop something and leaned forward intentionally so Corinthian could see your nice ass in your tight leather pants. You straightened up and when you looked at him, you saw that drops of sweat appeared on his forehead, he obviously liked your little stunt.

"Um, fine." he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, visibly horny, just trying to calm himself. He signed the important papers and then sneaked behind your back.

“Hmm, you are a very bad demon! If I had more time, I would spank you, how about that?” he said in a deep, purring voice, then wrapped his arms around you and kissed your neck. You smiled because you got what you wanted.

"Unfortunately, I also have a lot to do, but we can arrange it at some point!" you replied in a lustful voice. You leaned your head back and enjoyed his soft lips on your neck. His hands moved up and cupped your breasts, then stopped.

"I'll take your word for it!" he said and kissed your hand and left the office with the trident. You fanned yourself, trying to snap back to reality in your head. There was no doubt that you were completely under his influence.

After that, Corinthian came around the office several times, asking for different things for nightmares. There were times when he called you during working hours, and you obviously answered, the clients could wait until then. On the phone, you told each other erotically what you would do with the other, you loved listening to his voice. What's more, he even sent you imaginative gifts: a rose that made you feel blood when you touched it, red velvet cake with eyeballs on top, etc.

He really wants to get into my pants, you thought to yourself and chuckled. You understood, because this was exactly your intention. You often thought about the sexy nightmare and Lucifer also noticed that you have been quite giddy lately, but they didn't care about it or your private life either, you did your job well, that's all that mattered to them.

A few days later, you were talking to a client on the phone, when Corinthian visited you in the office without warning. You were very happy for him and tried to hang up the phone as soon as possible, while he sat down on the chair opposite you and deliberately tried to distract you with provocative hand gestures that hinted at sex.

"You really are a nightmare!" you told him after you hung up the phone. You couldn't be mad at him, because at least you had fun while you dealt with the boring phone conversation.

"I can't help it, it’s my job." he said leaning back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head and flashing you a mischievous smile. Dirty thoughts started popping up in your head again...

"Well, what would you like to borrow this time?" you asked smiling.

"Nothing really, I just thought I'd surprise you to see if you'd be happy for me." he said and got up from the chair and walked over to you. You also stood up and looked deep into his dark lenses. He must have sensed what you were thinking because his hand went to your bottom and grabbed it.

"Have you ever fantasized about doing it in the office?" he asked without any kind of side talk. Corinthian didn't mess around, he got right into the middle of things.

"Of course, in fact, I always think about it when I have nothing to do." you said teasingly. You tilted your head back a little and opened your mouth slightly to signal Corinthian to finally kiss you. He took the hint and kissed you. You thought that being a nightmare, his technique would be much wilder, but instead it was slow and sensual. You were so into it that you let out a lustful moan. You felt him picking you up and putting you on the table. You stopped kissing and started to take off each other's clothes. A few seconds later you were sitting naked on your desk and Corinthian was reaching between your legs, caressing you there and kissing your neck, then trailing his mouth down. You were lying on your back and instead of his fingers you felt his velvety tongue on your pussy. Your head hung off the table just enough to see the door and for a moment you imagined what it would be like if Lucifer entered. Actually, it would be nothing, because this was Hell, the more sinful someone was, the better. Corinthian’s hands caressed your body as he pleasured you down there. You felt that you were sufficiently excited and carefully grabbed his hair, lifting up his head and saying breathlessly:

"I want you to fuck me!"

He straightened up and you got off the table, then turned around and leaned forward, placing your elbows on the table. "This is how I want it."

Corinthian licked his lips and started caressing your bottom and back.

"Hmm, I knew you were bad and I like that." he said in his deep, sexy voice and smacked you on your bottom, you hissed, but not in pain, but in excitement. He took his cock and rubbed it against your pussy. "Did you imagine that I would fuck you like this?"

"Yes!" you said in a breathy voice. He caressed your side with one hand and his cock with the other, then slowly inserted himself into you. You had to moan as you felt him filling you. He grabbed your hips and started moving his cock in and out of you, you lowered your head to the table and let the sensations take you. Meanwhile, Corinthian stroked your back and slapped your butt. He fucked you at a comfortable, pleasant pace, he didn't rush it. You thought about switching positions, but you liked it so much that you didn't want to ruin the moment. When he felt you and him getting closer and closer to climax, he started to move a little faster, you moaned….

After you both climaxed and calmed down, Corinthian pulled himself out of you and pulled you up against his chest. He kissed your cheek and whispered in your ear:

"If you don't mind, I'll come back a few more times. Partly to ask for items for nightmares, but mostly to have sex with you.”

Of course you didn't mind...

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squeakyfir · 1 year

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A small hostage (A night at the museum 2 X Child! Reader Fanfiction)

Description:

You, an eight year old child who was left behind on a school field trip gets locked inside the Smithsonian and are held hostage by wax figures of historical figures. Though one was cruel, the other's were a bit mean but they showed a bit of care. So much for being evil. There were questions that needed answers.

Will you live?

Will you die?

Will you see your family again?

Will you even remember this night?

Enjoy!

*I do not own the night at the museum movies. All rights to the characters and storylines belong to 20th Century Studios ™*

Chapter 9

Previous ~ Next

Two days went by and your mother kept her promise and even after that, she kept bringing you back. Everytime your mother brought you to the museum, Al was waiting for you. Hugs and all, he truly cared for you. There were other exhibits that you liked to be around like the hall of miniatures, the hall of African mammals and the Egyptian exhibit. Al made sure to stay by your side at all times even when your mom was with you. The three new exhibits were getting a bit frustrated of staying in storage but after some time, Napoleon and Ivans exhibits were finished but Capones exhibit was taking longer than expected.

Capone was understanding of the situation and said that he and the boys would continue to wait. Even with being storage, Capone was still anxious to see you and your mother again.

Wait???

Why would he be anxious to see her?

Well... Remember when they first met? And that flirty look he sent her way? And how she gave that same look?

It's pretty evident that they like each other but your mother was a bit in denial. You could see it but she denied it. Right now, Capone and your mother were sitting on a bench watching you play with the lions. It had been two months since the whole ordeal and Capone and your mother were getting closer and closer every time they were together. "She's a bright kid, ya know".

"I do know. I'm her mother". Capone chuckled a bit but then asked a question he was thinking about for awhile. "What about her old man"? Your mother was silent for a moment and seemed upset. "What's wrong"?

"It's nothing, it's just... It's difficult to talk about".

Capone stayed silent for a moment. "It might make you feel better. I can tell your upset". Your mother sighed and said, "When I was pregnant with (y/n), her father didn't want a child but it was too late. He verbally and physically abused her and abused me. I don't like to talk about it but to put it briefly, he's in prison and we have a restraining order. (Y/n) only had to live through that whole ordeal for three years but she still remembers a small amount of it. I don't want her to remember any of it".

This brief summary hit Capone hard like a ton of bricks. "I'm so sorry. He's lucky he's in prison otherwise I would've killed him myself, just for you". Your mother smiled and looked at him. "Thank you". They ended up talking to change the subject but they also ended up staring at each other and Capone slowly moved forward and your mother leaned forward. Both of their lips connected into pure bliss. Your mothers anxieties and fears over this man and everything else here was now non-existent.

"Your kissing"?

Both Capone and your mother pulled back and saw you standing there being curious. "Uhh... We were, uhhh. It's nothing, (Y/n). Why don't you go play with the lions" your mother said.

"Ok, but I had a question".

"Alright, shoot".

"It's for you Capone... Privately". Your mother rolled her eyes and stood up. "I have to use the restroom anyways. I'll be back in a minute". Your mother left and you hopped up onto the bench.

"Alright, what's up"?

"It's about you and my mom".

"Ok.."?

"Do you... Like her"?

Capone chuckled a bit and said, "Not to be rude (Y/n) but you just saw us kissing. So, yes. And besides, why wouldn't I? Does that bother you"?

"No. But I... I-"

"What is it"?

With a big deep breath you said, "I would want you and her to be together".

Capone was taken back by this statement. Having just heard what your father did to you and your mother was sad enough. But why would you want a man who no longer exists and is made of wax to be your father? No matter how many times your mother denied it and just carried on with a different conversation, you knew she doesn't want to be alone. The problem was finding a suitable man to be your stepfather and Capone was definitely perfect for the role. Good with kids, having expierence with them, charming, loyal and protective.

But sadly... He's made of wax currently and his background was very upsetting.

"Listen (Y/n), I care for you and your mother so much but I'm not real. I'm made of wax. If I was real, I'd propose to your mother right here, right now. But... I can't". You sighed sadly and Capone pulled you close. "I'm sorry (y/n) but I promise you this". You looked up at him. "As long as I'm still here at this museum, I promise to always care for you and your mother. I'll do the best I can with all these rules of not leaving. Ok"?

"Ok". Capone pulled you closer to him in a big strong hug. "I promise".

Your mother was watching this whole thing from around the corner and almost started to cry. She could see the bond you and Capone had and it was just as powerful as yours with her. Your mother quickly turned away before she was spotted and went to the Egyptian exhibit. She had an idea and it could be the hope of Having Capone become real... Hopefully.

Your mother went to the Egyptian exhibit and avoided eye contact with the statues. The Egyptian king, Ahkmenrah, was speaking with Larry until they noticed her presence. "(Your mothers name), is something wrong"?

"I have a question. I know this may seem like a dumb question but I want to know. Is it possible for these exhibits to become... Real"? Larry and Ahkmenrah exchanged some glances at each other. "What are you talking about" Larry asked.

"The tablet. If it can bring things to life at night then can it bring things to life permanently"?

"Well, actually madame, it can, but it's not recommended nor is it safe. At least, I assume it's not safe" Ahkmenrah said. "I have never attempted to try it out of fear that it may bring death to someone". Your mother sighed sadly and was now lost as to what can be done. "Hold on" Larry started. "Why do you want to know so badly? It's because of Capone, isn't it"? Your mother nodded. "Ok, so you want to bring back the gangster that ravaged all of Chicago and killed people, might I add, just because you like him"?

"You think I'm doing this for me"!? Your mother yelled. "My daughter and I have seen many things. Many things that would confuse and anger somebody easily. Her father might as well be the devil himself. He's abused her and me. My daughter did not deserve that at all and neither did I. But when I see Capone and (y/n) together... Laughing and smiling, I can see her sadness fade away and she never wants to leave this place because she knows he's here". Larry and Ahkmenrah had worry and sadness in their eyes. "She patiently waits for me to grab the keys when I say were coming here. She loves him. And so do I. Her happiness is all that matters to me. And if it can't be done, then it's just a dream". Your mother looked at her watch. "It's almost three anyways. I have to go".

Your mother turned around and walked out of the exhibit, leaving behind two men who were now contemplating their next move. Your mother made it back to where you and Capone were and said, "Come on (Y/n), we have to go". You groaned and hugged Capone tightly. "I'll see you soon, kid. Ok"?

"Ok. Bye Capone".

You ran to your mom and left. Your mother gave Capone a sad smile but she said, "I'll see you soon. Bye".

"Bye".

Your mother left and drove you home. All she thought about was Capone and you. A relationship like this was impossible to maintain and unfair for you. But there was nothing she could do.

Meanwhile, Larry and Ahkmenrah were talking to Capone and his boys. "Is that possible" Capone asked excited. "Yes but there is a problem" Larry said.

"What"?

"If I perform the chant, I'm worried it could cause death" Ahkmenrah said. Capone instantly looked worried but quickly had the look of determination. "I don't care. I would die for them anyways. I love them too much".

"But what about your other gang members"?

"I'll have to say goodbye. I'm sure they'll be ok... Right"? Capone felt a hand rest on his shoulder. "We'll be alright, boss. But try to come back and visit us, at least".

"Of course" Capone said obviously.

"If that's the case", Larry said, "We'll need another Al Capone". There are voiced agreements and when Ahkmenrah reminded him of the potential death that could happen, Capone didn't care. He was hopeful and confident. Ahkmenrah chanted the spell and before Larry's eyes, Capones whole body transitioned from black and white to full color. The inside of his wax body was replaced with working organs, real blood and a strong skeleton. He was now alive. The chant ended and Capone was over the moon ecstatic and happy.

"Quickly, let's get you to (your mothers name)".

Capone understood and rushed out the door and jumped into the car. During the drive, Capone kept expressing his worries but he was assured that it would be ok. Luckily, Larry remembers where your mother told them where it was. They pulled up to the building and Larry parked the car. "Come on". Capone followed after Larry with his new heart pounding in anticipation. He crossed his fingers and walked up to the door. Capone knocked on the door "One second"!

A couple moments went by and your mother opened the door. She was surprised to see Larry and Capone at the door. "What are you doing... How are you... Are you.."?

"I'm alive".

Your mother embraced him so tight and with him returning, he kissed her so deeply. "I love you".

"I love you too"! Your mother pulled back fron the kiss and said, "Come on. (Y/n) will be excited to see you"! Capone was pulled inside the apartment which prompted Larry to leave. "Good luck" he said quietly enough to where only Capone heard him. Capone followed your mother inside and stopped outside a door. Your mother opened the door and saw that you were still sleeping. "Go ahead". Capone walked over to your bed and gently shook your shoulder. "(Y/n)? Wake up".

You opened your eyes to see Capone with a warm smile. You instantly smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. "What are you doing here"?

"Take a look at me. What's different"?

"Your not black and white!? What happened"?

"I'm alive, (Y/n). I'm here". You smiled so brightly and wrapped your arms around his neck and started to cry. Capone picked you up and held onto you. Your mother came forward and hugged him as well. "I love you both, so much".

"I love you too" your mother said.

"I love you too... Daddy". Capones eyes shot open and he had a real tear fall from his eye. He kissed your head and squeezed you a bit tighter. "I love you".

"Welcome home".

#will add more tags later

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euphoricsunflowers · 3 years

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i loved your post about bartender minhyuk!!!! i have thought of an idea similar to that one time, i’m a sucker for mafia aus ESPECIALLY in which reader is the mafia </3

but anyway, consider bartender jooheon trying to make small talk and flirt with you and minhyuk is trying to make him shut up because you’re obviously doing business and Very Dangerous and joo is just like “what? i like a woman who could easily kill me. what’s a great night without a couple bruises to show for it?” and min is just like 😳😳😳😳

ajajdhshsd i had that thought when i was thinking about wonho as ur sexy mob wife cuz it all comes back to him for me 😔💔 but we can get into that in another post

bartender jooheon’s just trying to flirt with you and you’re constantly like, “you should go back to doing your job, buddy, i’m not the kind of person you should be associating yourself with.” and he giggles to himself as he leans over, maybe kissing the edge of your lips and he whispers, “i’m not good at following rules unless i’m made to... maybe you should teach me a lesson.” <3

#minhyuk in the background: sHES LITERALLY A MOB BOSS WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU #also i wasn’t thinking mafia i’m thinking like 1920s mob bosses #y/n is the al capone in this au #nct99 #sub!monsta x #sub!joohoen #the gang + mob wife wonho

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queenshelby · 3 years

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TELL ME LIES – PART ONE OF TWO

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Virgin!Reader

Words: 3785

Warning: Smut, Loss of Virginity

Requested: No

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Two weeks ago, you started your employment with Shelby Company Limited. You were employed by Lizzie Stark following some background checks as an assistant to Thomas Shelby.

But, you’ve forged everything on your resume. Your name, your age and your experience. Even your passport was forged. Your cousin was no other than Mario Changretta, the son of Luca Changretta. Not many people knew about Mario as, following his father’s death, he moved away and changed his identity so that he wouldn’t have a run in with Al Capone in Atlanta who took over the local liquor business on the East Coast.

You had no business with the Mafia. After all, you were only 19 years old. But, after your father’s passing due to illness, your family was struggling financially and Mario was the one who assisted you, your mother and your four younger siblings.

He had become a well known and very good counterfeiter, going by the name of Anthony Borelli. What he wanted more than anything else, even more than money, was revenge on Arthur Shelby, the man who killed his father, and bring down the Shelby empire just as his father had intended.

After providing financial support to your family, Mario asked you to help him with his plan and to gather as much information as you could gather on Thomas Shelby and his businesses.

You needed to gain Thomas Shelby’s trust while working for him, infiltrating his businesses so that your cousin could take him down along with his brother Arthur.

You reluctantly agreed and went from the 19 year old Y/N L/N to 24 year old Y/N Ricci with extensive secretarial experience.

But, unfortunately for you, Thomas Shelby himself would pick up on your lack of secretarial experience.

***Inexperience***

‘I am sorry Mr Shelby, these invitations have taken me much longer than I had anticipated’ you said at 8 o’clock, which was when you finally finished typing them up.

‘Well, they are done now. Have a seat’ Tommy instructed as you placed the invitations onto his large oak desk.

You sat down and Tommy poured you a glass of whiskey, which surprised you.

‘Tell my something about you Miss Ricci’ he said, curious about what made you come to Birmingham.

‘Tell you about me? Why do you want to know about me?’ you asked nervously as you’ve been sipping on your whiskey. The truth was, whilst you were meant to spy on Thomas Shelby, he intimidated you and you liked it in an absurd kind of way.

You had gotten nowhere with your investigations over the past two weeks. All you found out about Thomas Shelby’s was his private life. He has been single ever since his wife Grace died five years ago. You also found out that he visited certain establishments regularly and that he used to fuck his old secretary, Lizzie Stark and that she was now pregnant with his child. But none of this was of benefit to your cousin.

‘Ms Ricci?’ Tommy asked, noticing that your mind was rather preoccupied. He was handsome and it distracted you.

‘Yes Mr Shelby’ you said shyly, collecting your thoughts.

‘I want you to tell me about you because my old secretary employed you and you are clearly too inexperienced for this position’ Tommy smirked while enjoying his cigarette.

‘My name is Y/N Ricci and I am 24 and from Atlanta’ you said quickly, remembering your new identity.

‘I can read Ms Ricci. All of this information is on your resume. Tell me something about you that I don’t already know. Perhaps start with why you have lied on your resume’ Tommy chuckled. He didn’t appear to be angry.

‘I am sorry Mr Shelby, I just needed this job to look after my family’ you said quickly, not knowing what else to say.

‘So you are married eh?’ Tommy asked somewhat disappointed.

‘No, my mother is unable to work and I’ve got four small siblings who need to be taken care of. That’s why I needed this job. It pays better than factory work’ you explained with some embarrassment.

‘The things we do for our family, eh’ Tommy chuckled.

‘I am sorry Mr Shelby. Please do not fire me’ you begged.

‘Don’t worry, I have no intention of firing you. I enjoy your company in the office. You seem to always be happy and in a good mood. It’s nice for a change and I am sure you can learn on the job. I am just being careful Miss Ricci, hence my question’ Tommy explained, his eyes gazing over you as if he was checking you out.

‘Thank you Mr Shelby. I promise that I won’t disappoint you’ you were quick to say before finishing the last of your whiskey.

‘Do you like music Y/N?’ Tommy asked before correcting himself quickly. ‘May I call you Y/N?’ he then went on to ask.

‘Yes, you may and yes I do. Why are you asking?’ you asked with a shy smile.

‘I like to work while listening to music and I thought that, perhaps, you might as well. You should try it’ Tommy suggested before offering to drive you home. According to him, a young woman like you shouldn’t walk the streets of Birmingham on her own after dark.

You gladly accepted his offer and followed him to his Bentley.

You were drawn to him and you felt guilty for what you were feeling for him, knowing that he had killed your uncle.

He seemed kind and he was incredibly attractive. You wanted to continue to work for him, not doing your cousin’s dirty work and, despite having access to valuable information, you largely ignored it because of the way Tommy and the rest of his family was treating you.

Tommy was patient and you had thoughts about him that you probably shouldn’t have. He was twice your age and these thoughts were highly inappropriate. They were wild thoughts, erotic thoughts, thoughts of lust and desire.

‘Y/N?’ Tommy said as he noticed you daydreaming once again and this is when you realised that he pulled up in front of your house.

‘Uhm thank you Mr Shelby’ you said, looking down into your lap with some embarrassment.

‘Call me Thomas, just like my last two secretaries, please…’ Tommy said with a warm smile and you nodded before an awkward silence erupted between you.

Unsure about the situation, you did something you would immediately regret. You leaned in and kissed him, tentatively, like a peck on the lips between two shy school children.

‘Y/N, I am flattered but I am little old for you, eh?’ Tommy chuckled and you nodded, your cheeks flushing red.

‘I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to do this and I don’t know what just came over me’ you mumbled. You wanted to sink into the car seat there and then.

‘It’s alright Y/N. It never happened’ Tommy chuckled before wishing you a good night, flustered by your actions.

That night you couldn’t get Tommy out of your head. He was on your mind in a way no other man had ever been before. Why you felt like this for him, you didn’t know.

But it wasn’t just Tommy who was on your mind. Despite what he had told you, Tommy couldn’t forget about the kiss you gave him. A small peck that didn’t leave his mind for the entire night.

He liked you more than he was comfortable to admit even to himself, but he knew that you were much too young for him and he also knew how to ignore his desires for the most part. After the death of his wife Grace, he shut himself off, not allowing any women to look into his soul.

It was a flaw he had developed but this flaw protected him from danger and heartbreak.

He recalled the first time when you walked into the office, introducing yourself to him. He even remembered what you wore that day and most of all, he remembered the smell of your skin, the beautiful rose scent which covered you.

You always smiled and you always seemed happy which was something he loved and envied at the same time. In his mind, you were perfect even though you were a terrible secretary.

He had no business at the office every day, but he came there just for you and he recognised a familiar feeling within him. It was the same feeling he had when he heard his late wife Grace sing at the Garrison for the first time almost ten years ago.

He ached for this feeling for so long, yet he didn’t like the fact that he was experiencing it with you.

***Gone Too Far***

The following evening, you were still at the office when Tommy arrived at 7 o’clock. He was trying to avoid you, but was unsuccessful.

You were surprised to see him and, when you stumbled into his office with a stack full of papers, expecting it to be empty, you tripped over your own feet and scattered all of the papers across the floor of his office.

‘You are clumsy, aren’t you?’ Tommy chuckled as he put his cigarette down and kneeled down on the floor next to you.

‘I am so sorry Mr Shelby’ you said with embarrassment, your cheeks flushing once again.

‘It’s Thomas, remember’ Tommy chuckled, his body awfully close to yours as he helped you pick up the papers and put them onto his large oak desk.

‘Thank you, Thomas’ you smiled and, just as you did, he took the last of the papers out of your hand and placed them onto the desk before pressing his lips onto yours gently.

You gave into the kiss, your lips parting slightly to allow his tongue to enter your mouth. Your tongues met, swirling in sync around each other.

His hands soon roamed over your body and, with one swift movement, Tommy lifted you up onto his desk and pushed your thighs apart quickly before positioning himself in between you all while he was kissing you passionately.

His lips soon moved to your neck and his hands started to unbutton your blouse.

‘Oh shit’ you murmured quietly, not realising that you just said it out loud. You never had sex before and you were completely out of your comfort zone. Yet, you wanted to be with Tommy so badly. You wanted to feel him, kiss him. You wanted all of him.

‘Do you want me to stop?’ Tommy asked as his hand continued to unbutton your blouse.

‘No’ you shook your head nervously, inhaling sharply.

‘Just so we are clear, I don’t do romance and I don’t want to have to find another secretary after we are done here’ Tommy said as he almost ripped your blouse from your chest and you nodded shyly, your hands shivering slightly.

You couldn’t tell him that you were a virgin, that you never had sex before. He thought that you were much older than you actually were.

With those thoughts running through your mind, your blouse landed on the floor and you watched Tommy take off his own shirt, leaving him in nothing but his black suit pants.

He was almost 20 years older than you, but looked damn fine. His body was impeccable and he was drop dead handsome.

He lifted you up from his desk momentarily, taking off your skirt and leaving you in nothing but your black lace lingerie, suspender and stockings, before sitting you back up where you were sitting before.

You saw his raging erection through the fine cotton of his pants and you knew there was no turning back now.

He kissed you again while, at the same time, unclipping your bra and then moving his hands down over your flat stomach and then over your panties.

You inhaled sharply again. No man had ever touched you there before. You wanted to close your legs but you couldn’t. Something inside you made you freeze and let him touch you.

‘Take them off’ he instructed as he stood back.

‘What?’ you asked, still consumed by your thoughts.

‘Your panties. I want to watch you take them off for me’ Tommy then instructed and, with a shy look on your face, you complied with his request and took them off before pressing your legs together.

‘Spread your legs. Let me see all of you’ he then instructed and you, again, nervously complied and opened your legs wide, exposing your wet mound to Tommy.

‘Now touch yourself’ Tommy instructed while he licked his lips in anticipation.

Shyly, you reached between your legs and drew gentle circles over your clit, allowing Tommy to watch you as you did.

‘Surely you’ve done this before, eh’ Tommy chuckled, noticing your shyness and nervousness as he approached you.

You nodded and, just as you did, Tommy took one of your hands and whispered into your ear ‘put one of your fingers inside you Love’.

You moaned at the sound of his voice and complied with his request and he watched you eagerly, his eyes full of excitement and passion.

‘That’s it Love’ Tommy said as he took a sip from his whiskey while watching you pleasure yourself for at least ten minutes. You were moaning, more as result of seeing the fire in his eyes as he was watching you rather than the sensation of your own touch. You touched yourself many times, but this was different. It was for him, the man you desired.

As expected, Tommy wasn’t able to keep his own hands off you for very long and soon joined in on the action.

‘Now lie back and relax’ he demanded and, just as you did, you could feel him give you a long lick across your labia.

‘Oh my god’ you breathed in, shuddering with pleasure. Your clit was throbbing almost painfully as his tongue brushed past it.

‘Relax’ he instructed as he lapped at your sex, savouring your abundant juices.

As he kept fucking you with his tongue, your arousal was almost at its peak, your breathing was heavy and your moans grew louder.

‘So fucking wet, dripping on to my desk’ Tommy smirked as he pulled away from your soaking mound and bought two of his finger up to slowly insert them into your burning quim.

You tensed again, wanting to tell him to be careful as you felt not one, but two of his thick fingers against your entrance, but you didn’t, trying to ignore your fears.

The first feeling of his fingers pushing into you made you hold your breath as you were trying to ignore the small amount of pain inside you. But the pain soon turned into pleasure and it didn’t take more than three strokes of his fingers to send you over the edge.

You came loudly, your thighs tightly wrapped around him as you were screaming his name.

Tommy didn't stop, easing his fingers into you, feeling your walls gripping him like a vice. He continued to lick you steadily while his fingers kept working inside you, stroking you in all the right places as you continued to shudder in pleasure. It finally became almost too much pleasure to bear and you pushed Tommy’s head away.

‘Jesus Christ’ you panted as you shot up from his desk.

‘That was quick’ Tommy smirked with surprise before pressing his lips onto yours, making you taste your own juices as you were standing right in front of him.

After your lips drifted apart, you looked down to his pants and saw his significant bulge where his cock was clearly straining against his pants.

You instinctively dropped onto your knees and Tommy opened the belt and zipper of his pants, releasing his cock which flicked up, looking straight at you in its full glory.

‘Its big’ you said almost shocked, again not realising the words which had just left your mouth.

Tommy chuckled at your comment and reached for the back of your head, running his hand through your hair gently.

Your hands were trembling and you saw a drop of precum forming on the top of the head. You tentatively reached out and licked it off. The taste was a lot more pleasant than you had expected, slightly salty but enticing.

‘Open your mouth Love and take it all in. I want to watch you take my cock as far as you can’ Tommy said just as you reached out and gripped it, enjoying the feeling of it pulsing warmly in your hand.

You then complied with his request and sucked the head in and resumed stroking his length before taking it in deeper.

‘That’s it’ Tommy moaned as you managed to take it more than halfway before you gagged slightly.

‘Just a little more’ he moaned as you kept trying until, finally, you could feel him bottom out at the back of your throat.

This was when he took hold of your hair firmly and began guiding you up and down his cock, making him take you until you began to gag.

You could hear Tommy moan loudly and you thought that he would come inside your mouth until, suddenly, he told you to stop and pulled you up before giving giving you another kiss.

‘Turn around and lean forward against my desk’ he then instructed and you knew that you were about to lose your virginity to him.

You complied with his request and he took a minute to stare at you, while running his hand over your ass and mound gently.

‘Open your legs for me Love, nice and wide’ he said as he stood behind you and helped you spread them wide, opening you up to him.

Tommy then lined himself up with your entrance before gently rubbing the head up and down your slit, sending tingles shooting through your body.

You were nervous and inhaled sharply. What is if he notices? What if it is painful?

Without warning Tommy started to push his length inside your tight hole and you held your breath as he did.

‘Jesus Y/N, you are so fucking tight’ he moaned and you gasped as you felt Tommy’s warm manhood enter you.

Your entrance was quite wet from how aroused you were, but still you felt slightly uncomfortable being stretched like this

You gribbed onto the wood of Tommy’s large oak desk as he entered you faster than you had expected, inch by inch until he was all the way inside you.

Tommy could feel the resistance inside you, almost like a barrier, but he didn’t think anything of it at the time, too turned on by you and the pleasure he was experiencing.

Without giving you any time to adjust, he began to thrust in and out of you with slow and steady thrusts.

Your pain soon subsided and turned into pleasure as you got used to his cock inside you.

You soon began to moan loudly, a formless wail of pleasure, spurring Tommy on.

‘That’s good Love. Keep taking it’ he moaned as he slowly picked up the pace and your respective breaths grew more haggard and desperate.

‘Oh god Thomas, this feels amazing’ you moaned and you could hear Tommy’s skin slap against yours as he held your waist in place while pounding into you over and over again.

By this point, Tommy was thrusting rapidly in and out of you, his growls filling the room along with your moans.

His hand soon reached in between you, massaging your clit gently as he again picked up speed and force.

You could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching and you surrendered yourself completely to Tommy, giving him full control as you clung onto his desk.

‘That’s it Love, come on my cock’ Tommy growled as your orgasm ripped through you causing your back to arch slightly. It felt like every fibre in your body simultaneously screaming with joy.

‘Oh my god Thomas yes’ you screamed as your body was filled with ecstasy and your alright tight walls began to contract around his cock.

As Tommy felt your orgasm and your body tightening around his cock, it pushed him over the edge as well. He pushed in as far as he could, burying himself to the hilt inside you and came, shooting his cum into you, unable to hold back or pull out because of how good and tight you felt.

As you came down from your orgasm and Tommy pulled out of you, you felt his cum leak from your core and onto the wooden floor of Tommy’s office.

Tommy was quick to hand you handkerchief, allowing you to clean yourself up while he was putting his pants back on.

‘You just came inside me’ you barely managed to say as you reached between your legs, cleaning yourself with the handkerchief he gave you.

‘I know someone if…’ Tommy said but, before he could finish his sentence, you chuckled and interrupted him.

‘It’s alright. It should be fine. I just finished my menses two days ago’ you said with some embarrassment before pulling up your panties, which is when you noticed the small blood stains on the handkerchief most likely from your broken hymen.

You hoped that Tommy didn’t see it and quickly put it into your handbag. But he did. It was obvious to you as you observed his mind ticking over, his head full of thoughts.

‘You never had sex before?’ Tommy asked and you shook your head shyly.

‘Fuck Y/N, why didn’t you tell me?’ Tommy huffed, his mouth slightly open, caught by surprise and your whole body began to shiver anxiously.

‘I was embarrassed’ you explained and there was dead silence between you and Tommy for at least a minute as his mind kept working, processing the information.

‘How old are you really, eh?’ Tommy asked rather concerned.

’I am 19…I am sorry Tommy…I didn’t mean to…’ you said with embarrassment and, before you could finish your sentence, Tommy interrupted you.

‘Fuck’ Tommy said angrily, throwing the stack of papers on his desk onto the floor.

‘Tommy, I wanted to tell you. I just couldn’t. I wanted to be with you and I knew that…’ you said and were interrupted again by Tommy.

‘Just get out Y/N’ Tommy said angrily. ‘Get out of my fucking office and don’t bother coming back, eh’ he added.

He was furious that you lied to him and he was furious that he fell for you. God knows what else you lied about but he was determined to find out.

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Gilded: Chapter 1: To Bride or Not to Bride

Mob! Steve x Reader

Summary: Your life is a mess and you need a little help from time to time. But, when somebody proposes a plan to rid you of all your problems all the way to the far future, you’re suddenly not so sure it is worth it. Especially since the plan is proposed to you by the most notorious gangster America has seen since Al Capone: Steve fucking Rogers.

Warnings: mafia AU, swearing (like, a lot this time), angst, struggles with money, loan-shark, sleazy men, harassing

Word Count: 7969

A/N: It’s finally here! It only took me around 6 months to bring it, and I apologise for the delay, but I hope I will make up for it with introductory this chapter :) Share your thoughts, let me know what you thought and what do you think will happen next :) xx

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“Just, wait a second,” you said, your brows knitting together as you tried to piece together all the information the man in front of you had just given you. He was gorgeous, there was no question about that, but that wasn’t the issue here. There were many gorgeous people in New York, and you didn’t marry any of them. Yet, that was.

“You want to marry me. But you still haven’t told me why, so?” You asked for what felt like the hundredth time that evening, and the man just smirked again, playing with his cuffs, never answering to your satisfaction.

“I told you, honey, what I want, I get, and I decided that I wanted you, so, what is going to be? Are you gonna be a good girl for me or am I gonna have to force you, hm?” He smiled sweetly, but even you knew better. Behind that oh-very-sweet smile, there was venom and a ton of it. You rubbed your temples and plopped down on the nice-looking couch, thinking about what he was proposing.

2 weeks ago

“Coming!” You yelled through the loud music at the guests seated by the table number 5 where a group of guys was seated, hollering at you every two seconds as if you didn’t hear them the first time. You rolled your eyes at your colleague, who just laughed under her breath as you strode towards the clients. You put on your best fake smile as you approached them, and from the whistles, you assumed they appreciated it.

“Thank God you came, sweets. We thought you were getting tired of us,” the loudest of them laughed, and the group followed his suit, making your clench your jaw even more. Oh, how you hated this type of men, who had nothing better to do than calling a woman pet-names, making her feel uncomfortable just so his friends could have a laugh and a story to tell.

“What can I get you, gentleman? Another round of the same?” You asked as sweetly as you could, but it was getting harder by the second as they all eyed you like a piece of raw meat, ready to be devoured.

“I mean, that would be nice, and could you serve us a piece of that sweet ass of course as well? We’d really appreciate it, pretty face,” the loud guy smirked sleazily, and you fought the urge to vomit in your face. One of the guys made the mistake of actually making a move to swat you across your butt, but your reflexes were quicker.

You took a step back and breathed in, trying to calm your beating heart. This was, however, nothing new in your line of work, and you just learned to ignore it, or, at best, politely turn them down. Because, as you learned very early on, the manager didn’t appreciate if his “girls” were nasty to his customers. He almost made it sound like you were to provide your bodies with the beers, but you told him straightforwardly that that wouldn’t happen, and if his pub was one of these, you wanted to have nothing to do with it. All you were there to do was to work the evening and night shift to get some extra money on top of your regular job, and that was it. He even made a few remarks how he wanted you all to himself, but you politely declined every time and just tried to ignore it altogether.

“This ass is not for sale, I’m sorry, boys. But, the vodka shots are coming right up,” you tried to give them your best wink but didn’t wait long enough to see if they accepted their loss or not. You genuinely didn’t care.

The night continued in a similar manner, some people being inappropriate and you just ignoring their behaviour, and some people actually nice, even leaving you a few tips which always made you smile. You were beat when it was 11, and your shift ended, and you were thrilled today wasn’t one of those days when you had to stay there till 4 AM. It was then that people got really disgusting and you even had to resolve to hit a guy this one time because otherwise, you were pretty sure he’d manage to rape you. You sighed at the memory as you continued on your way home, just now remembering you left the tips meant for you in your locker.

Sighing you turned around and walked back towards the bar, and when you were in, you noticed three men in black suits talking to your coworker, who looked stunned and scared at the same time. You cocked a brow at her, and she discreetly shook her head, telling you that you shouldn’t come nearer.

This time, you really frowned and looked around, but the rest of the pub looked exactly the way you left it, even with the assholes by the fifth table. But you listened to her and took a step back to one of the dark corners, watching what was going on by the bar. It didn’t take long, definitely not longer than 5 minutes before the men turned around and left the building.

Your coworker looked positively alarmed by now, and you almost ran to her to ask what the fuck did just happen.

“I have no idea, Y/N. I noticed them by table 10 like an hour ago, but I didn’t pay them any attention because that was Christy’s sector tonight and I had the veranda. And when you left they just came here asking about you,” she breathed out, and it was your turn to look alarmed.

“The fuck? Why would they ask about me when it was Christy who took care of them?” You screeched, your brain not really comprehending the situation.

“I have no fucking idea, Y/N. But, like, they asked your name and stuff, and like, if you were a regular waitress here or what. I didn’t want to tell them anything, I swear, but they didn’t take no for an answer. So I just told them your first name, I wouldn’t budge on your last, I promise, and told them that you sometimes worked here but that I didn’t know when was your next shift,” she finished, a little scared of your reaction now, but from the look of those guys, you knew they were bad news and that Anja did the best she could.

“Nah, it’s ok, An. I would do the same. I’m really grateful that you didn’t give them my last name, though, that was really thoughtful of you,” you smiled at her, and it obviously put her at ease as she hugged and hurried back to the veranda, where you both saw a few guests waving that they needed a refill.

The hell did just happen, and why would three mysterious men ask about you?

It couldn’t be that they found out, right? No… you made sure all the traces were hidden, forever, so, that wasn’t an option.

No, you told yourself, there must be another reason for them to ask about you. But you didn’t want to find out. It was a one-time thing, these men were just confused, or one of them liked you or something like that, and you would never see them again. This actually calmed you down enough to start functioning again, and you remembered that you came for something specific, took the money and went straight home.

“This can’t be happening,” you muttered as you looked over your bills. There was so much to pay and so little money on your account that you actually started to sweat. You worked two jobs and still wasn’t able to afford to live a life where you didn’t have to worry about money. What was more, with the high taxes, your rent, subway card and food you went into red numbers, and that was something you definitely didn’t want. Nobody told you that as an Arts Major, you could still be struggling to stay alive in the city of New York.

You went over the bills again even though you knew your math was correct and that you didn’t have enough to pay your landlord this month.

Fuck, you muttered again and considered your options. You could ask your friends, but you didn’t want to bother them since you knew they were struggling as much as you were. You shared your apartment with two of your best friends who you considered a family by now, Caroline and Aidan. And while you knew they would do anything to help you, neither of their jobs paid enough to be able to help you as much as you needed this month.

Your other option was asking your landlord to give you some more time before more money arrived, but just imagining the conversation gave you goosebumps because you could picture the kind of service he’d want from you, and you’d literally rather go and beg on the street than to sleep with that middle-aged pig.

So, as you summarised it, the only option remained the loan shark. Tony was actually a nice guy, once you got to know him, and he was nice to you because you always paid precisely what he told you to when he told you to, and never asked too many questions or begged for more time. You were smarter than that, and, besides, you’ve seen too many movies with loan sharks to know what could happen to you.

The first time you went to him was probably 2 years ago, straight from university when you still thought you could make it big in New York. Well, safe to say that you didn’t make it, and while you remained hopeful, you had bigger problems than becoming a renown painter, like not starving to death and other fun stuff like that.

You were awfully scared to go to Tony, he had a reputation of being kind of an ass, but people also said that, compared to the other guys in the business, he actually had the fairest demands, and as you had no other choice, you just went to him. And because life was a bitch, you ended up going there on more occasions. Tony was kind enough always to lend even small amounts of money because you really didn’t need 100K. No, you always need like 1 or 2 thousand, and while the other loan sharks turned people like you down, Tony didn’t, and he never wanted more than like 400$ as a return, which seemed quite fair as the other guys always wanted 100% or more.

Well, Tony, it was, as you sighed looking around your room, thinking how you even got where you were. But there was no time to waste pitying yourself, and so you shot Tony a quick message, as you always did, and to no surprise, he was very quick to respond that you should come by later that afternoon.

You were just getting ready when Aidan burst through your door. He stopped mid-step, looking at you confusedly because you didn’t tell him you were going somewhere.

“Got a date or what? You never go out on Saturday afternoon, not if you can help it,” he said sceptically, looking around the room as his eyes landed on the fumbled papers on your table, and the look of realisation hit him.

“You going to Tony again? Y/N, we told you, we can help you, babe! Let us help just this once, please?” He pleaded with you even though he knew it was useless.

“C’mon, babe, you know you and Caroline are not making much either, and you’re both glad to get by another month. Tony is like an old friend by now, really. I don’t mind it that much, and it’s definitely a better option than burying you two with me under this pile of shit,” you huffed as you finished applying mascara, but you didn’t even check yourself in the mirror, really not caring that much how you looked. You went to Manhattan just to meet Tony and would go straight back, quick mission, in and out.

“You need to find a better job, Y/N,” Aidan smirked at you, and you just laughed because you both knew it was pretty much impossible, especially since you loved your day job with the only issue that it paid like shit.

“You know this is my chance to be close to art and I really want it. I mean, it could happen that they promote me from being a receptionist to like, I dunno, being a secretary to one of the curators of the gallery, right?”

He just huffed and kissed the top of your head, striding towards the door. It was only then that you noticed he was dressed to go out as well.

“And where are you going, mister?” You asked with a mother-like tone, and he just laughed, turning around as if he was caught in the act.

“So, you remember John?” He asked, sitting on your bed, and you actually laughed out loud at him.

“Which one? I mean, there has been so many Johns and Peters that I swear to God I’m starting to think there are only men called John and Peter in the whole fucking New York. So, more info, babe, please,” you scooted to him and listened to which John it actually was he was meeting and was pretty excited about this. This was John the Ballet dancer, and he looked really nice, so far.

John the Fake Mobster was a lying bastard, John the Hairdresser wanted Aidan for just that one thing but would never admit it, and then you didn’t even have John-the for the guys because they were all just idiots who didn’t see your best friend for what he was: an amazing, although a little extra person with a very good heart, great sense of humour and amazing hair.

“Alright, well, you know the drill. Keep your phone on data so we can use Find your Friend if needed, keep your eyes open for anything sketchy going on, but, most importantly, enjoy yourself, babe. I’ll see you tonight,” you hugged him tightly and walked out of the apartment and into the busy streets.

If it were all up to you, you’d live in a secluded place, somewhere in the north probably, like outside Seattle, where you’d have a lovely little house, maybe by a river or by the ocean or something, where you’d have enough inspiration for your art and where you wouldn’t be annoyed by the little things, like the car horns blaring all the way to the night, people shouting underneath your bedroom’s window, and little things like that.

But life was not a factory for fulfilled wishes, and you had to endure another day trying to make it in New York. You thought about all of this as you walked down the street to where you knew you could find Tony. You weren’t happy that you had to go to him, again, but you also knew that you didn’t need to worry anymore. You would have the money for your landlord by the end of the week, and when the gallery paid you, you would pay Tony back. Again.

“If it isn’t my favourite girl!” You heard a familiar voice hollering from the shop, and you laughed lightly as you walked into the pawnshop Tony had set up in the lower Manhattan.

“Hello to you too, Tony. Today a yellow day, or what?” You greeted him as you looked at his outfit, which was just a canary yellow tracksuit and a matching hat. He looked like a character from a bad movie, but you knew better than to say anything like that.

“Yellow is very classy and trendy, thank you very much! Yesterday I wore this really nice green velvet tracksuit, and you should have seen some ladies walking by, they almost ate me with their eyes! I swear!” He added as he saw you stifling a laugh, but you just nodded in fake understanding, and both of you shared a relaxed laugh.

“So, what can I do for you today, sweetheart?” He drawled, and you shuffled on the spot, always feeling slightly uncomfortable when it came to this part.

“I need a thousand this week. Ton. I’ve been working my ass off, but the bills keep building up, and every time I think I’m out of it and I can live normally, there is always something holding me back,” you sighed, scratching your arms which was a nervous habit of yours that Tony grew quite fond of.

He was almost sorry for saying the next thing, but this was way above his pay grade, and while he really did take some liking to you, and he would always give you enough time to pay him off, he knew who he couldn’t piss off.

“Listen, Y/N, I have a proposal for you,” Tony started, and you frowned, not really knowing where this was going, but from the look on Tony’s face, you could tell it was nothing good.

“There is somebody who would like to get to know you, and he has a proposal for you that he believes you can’t refuse. I don’t know any specifics, I just know he is willing to pay you a lot of money, and I’m talking thousands and thousands, Y/N. He said that nothing sexual would be involved because I told him that if he was looking for a one night stand, you weren’t his girl, but he assured me that this wasn’t it. He would like to meet with you and tell you all the details if you let him. And before you say no, Y/N, think about it. All you gotta do now is to meet him and listen to him, and he is one of those guys who don’t take no for an answer,” Tony finished, and while you saw it pained him to give you the message, you were too stunned to care.

“What the hell are you talking about, Tony? Is this some kind of a sick joke? Like, did this guy tell you he wanted to talk to me specifically or just a girl desperate enough to come here?” You blurted, still not getting what he was about.

“He asked for you, sweetie. I don’t know how, but he knew you’d come and told me when you did to give you the message and give you his address. Which is here,” he said, handing you a piece of paper with an address and a date with the time written on it, “and he told me that if you came and agreed to his plan, you wouldn’t have to worry about money this week or any other week. It could be your chance, Y/N. Look, the guy is extremely powerful, so, please, just go and meet him, and you’ll see, ok?” He was scared, and it made you scoff out loud.

Great, so a loan shark was giving you a message to meet some mysterious, powerful asshole who wouldn’t take no for an answer and who probably stalked you as he knew you would be coming to Tony sooner or later. Just great, really.

“It seems I don’t really have a choice, do I? Sheesh, Tony, at least tell me who this guy is and like how scared I should be. You gotta give me something because I can’t just go to some random house and be totally ok with it. Nobody can’t expect me to do so,” you pointed out, and Tony nodded in understanding.

“Totally, yeah. I even asked if I should come with you, but I was told you should be alone. You should be alert, let’s put it that way. If I were you, I’d really think before I speak, because this guy doesn’t take anything lightly. And I think it would be best if you didn’t know his name, Y/N. Just… he doesn’t want to hurt you, all he wants to do is speak to you, so please, just do it,” Tony finished just as some customer came into the shop.

You waited patiently because the conversation was far from over, but you knew better than to start shit in front of some stranger. Tony was evidently scared shitless of the guy, and it only fuelled your already growing anxiety. Tony was determined not to share too much information with you, but you didn’t understand why. Why could you not at least know the guy’s name? Who could it be?

Your brain took a detour to a few nights ago back at the pub where you saw the men asking about you, and a cold sweat broke on your skin. It must have been connected, there was no doubt in your mind about that, and it filled you with so much dread you actually had to catch your right hand with your left to stop yourself from shaking violently.

The doorbell rang signalling the customer left, and your eyes gazed at Tony, who was already staring at you apologetically.

“And what about the money, Tony? It’s Saturday, and I need to pay my rent by Friday next week. Nice of the guy, whoever the fuck he is, that he wants to see me, but he won’t if I’m on a fucking street next weekend,” you seethed, and Tony was quick to walk around the counter behind which he was standing this whole time and walked closer to you.

“He wants to see you on Wednesday, Y/N, and he specifically told me not to lend you any money, that he would take care of it. Whatever the fuck it means.”

“The fuck? I don’t even know his fucking name, and he will stop me from getting money to survive? What the actual hell, Tony? You can’t be serious right now,” you cried out in utter desperation because none of this was supposed to happen. You were supposed to come, chat a little with the goatee man, get the money and walk back home, where you’d watch some stupid TV show and drink shitty wine.

But no, of all the people living in New York this shit must be happening to you. As you didn’t have enough on your fucking plate as was, some mysterious fucker had to be interested in you for whatever reason, and he wouldn’t let you live without talking to him first.

“Can’t you just call him and tell him that I want to have nothing to do with him?” You asked when you felt calm enough to talk again. You didn’t even know whether you were scared or desperate or angry, but at best, you were feeling a mix of all these and some more, that was for sure.

“No can do, sweetie, but I promise it will be alright, ok? You’re a strong one, I know that and whatever he wants from you, you can either give or can talk to him,” Tony smiled sweetly, and while you knew he was full of bullshit you let it slide because you just didn’t have it in you to fight with him when he was clearly just the messenger. Whoever wanted to speak to you, however, he would hear it from you because where were we that a guy just asks for a girl and the whole of New York delivers her to him on a silver platter?

Wednesday

“You gotta be kidding me, Y/N. Are you seriously considering going there? For all you know it might be some elaborate trap and somebody’s gonna jump you and kill you in some dark alley,” Caroline screeched at you as she saw you getting ready after you came home from work.

You had to ask for a night off from the pub since mister nobody wanted to meet you on your night of work. But you knew you couldn’t say no. Whoever it was, Tony was afraid of him, and Tony was a tough guy. And not that you wouldn’t be brave, but your bravery was mostly concentrated on being able to throw a spider out of the apartment or walk the corridor with the lights out, not really crossing some powerful guy who could do God-knows-what to you if you didn’t come.

“C’mon, guys. You know I gotta do it. And I honestly think if they wanted to kill me, they would have already done it,” you muttered, trying to pick something to wear, that wasn’t too revealing, but you also didn’t want to go wherever you were going in a pair of baggy sweatpants you were currently rocking.

“But like, what if they want to make a personal slave out of you, huh? Like, cuff you to a ceiling and serve them with your body, like a personal kind of slave, you know what I mean? You were not made to be strapped to a ceiling, babe,” Aidan panicked, and you actually had to laugh.

“Your imagination never ceases to astonish me, Aid. Or are you speaking from personal experience?” You smirked as both you and Caroline laughed out loud at Aidan’s expression of utter disgust.

“You two are disgusting, and I hate you, but that doesn’t change the fact you still don’t know where the fuck you’re going,” Aidan countered and you rolled your eyes at him.

“I’ll keep my data on so you can see me this whole time, and if I don’t call you by 9 PM you can send the cops there, deal?”

They both nodded in agreement, knowing this was the best they were getting. You were glad you had them in your life and that you had people caring enough to try and stop you from doing something stupid, but something in your told you that your life would be even worse if you didn’t go. At least this way you’d know the whole story, and you would be able to make an educated decision based on all the variables.

“A’ight, but if anything sketchy happens, you run, ok? We can figure out the money, but we can’t figure out shit if you’re not here with us,” Caroline reminded you, and you nodded solemnly.

God, you just hoped you weren’t making a mistake by listening to Tony. He even shot you a message in the afternoon, reminding you to go there because if you didn’t, it could end up badly for both of you. And it was actually one of the decisive arguments in the whole thing, surprisingly. You didn’t want anything happening to Tony, especially not because of you and your decisions, and so you just told yourself to suck it and prepared for the evening.

You really couldn’t afford the cab, so you had to leave super early to be at the given address at precisely 7 PM. You also grabbed the book you were currently reading, Kim Stanley Robinson’s New York 2140, so that the ride to Manhattan wouldn’t be as dull and dreadful. You could think of the utopian future he depicts rather than thinking of your journey to the lion’s den, and that was the most promising image you created in your head about the place where you were headed.

Not that you didn’t try to find the place on Google maps, but all the buildings on the address looked the same, and, actually, quite nice, so you had no idea what you were getting yourself into.

Meanwhile, Tony texted you again since you didn’t reply to his previous text, and this time you took the time to craft a message telling him that yes, you were indeed headed to the manor and he didn’t need to worry about his own neck because you wouldn’t let others be hurt because of your incompetence or your cowardice.

You knew you were getting off on Chambers St station and you actually took the time to think how many people living in Tribeca had to take the subway. The answer was, very obviously, zero, as the majority of the people in the subway were either passing or were clothed in a way you knew they worked in either one of the restaurants there or as a help. And you felt like one of them, because you too didn’t live in the wealthiest village in New York, and you too were going there mainly for business. Well, at least you hope you did.

Checking every house number when you got to the street you were supposed to meet the mysterious guy at, you tried to find where exactly was the bat cave, and when you saw the number 112, you knew you found it.

Your breath came in ragged huffs as you tried to gather the last remnants of your bravery as you walked up the stairs and buzzed on the door. Your head was spinning lightly, and you actually had to lean against the wall beside you to regain your composure.

The door soon revealed a massive man dressed in a black turtleneck and a pair of black jeans, and you were actually quite surprised not to see him with sunglasses and an earpiece. If the situation weren’t so tense, you’d probably joke about it, but as it was, you just followed his lead as he beckoned you inside.

“Miss Y/L/N, I presume? I need to see your phone and your belongings, ma’am,” he stated, and you raised a brow at him.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s a standard procedure, ma’am. Everybody here to see the boss needs to be checked, just in case,” he stated, leaving no room for discussion, and while you sighed exasperatedly, you still handed him your bag and made a point by fishing out the phone and shoving it in his outstretched hand. He took a quick look through your belongings, pushing it against what you assumed was some kind of a metal detector before he pulled out another device. This looked like a big phone, and he scanned your bag once again.

“What is that?” You asked, unable to stop your curiosity.

“Checking if you’re not bugged,” he answered matter-of-factly as he continued before he put the device down, clearly not finding anything. Where would you even get a bug, and why would you do it? You rolled your eyes inwardly but kept a straight face in front of the man, just in case he was watching. Which he was, as you found out by him waving in front of your face and showing you to follow him.

You braced yourself for whatever was awaiting upstairs and obediently walked behind him.

As you walked through the house, you got the impression that whoever lived there was wealthy, but that kind that didn’t really put on a flashy show. There were no chandeliers, no heavy curtains and stuff you pretty much imagined this place would look like and that image had nothing to do with the Beast and the Beauty dance room, nothing at all.

But this was… modest. Everything was very contemporary, some prominent brick here and there with mostly grey floors and the furniture was most definitely customary but, again, it was plain yet luxurious. You assumed that’s how the really rich people lived. They knew they had the money, and the people around them knew it as well, so there was no need for diamond stairs and a golden toilet.

A few names surged from memory as you heard your coworkers discuss the wealthy New Yorkers, but you didn’t want to assume anything before you actually saw the person, so you just walked by the halls before the man stopped in front one of the rooms and quietly knocked.

It was not surprising when another man dressed exactly like the guy leading you appeared from the room and took a quick look at you before he said something to whoever was behind him. When the affirmative came that you could indeed go in there, they shoved the door open and what you assumed was a living room appeared in front of you. It corresponded with the whole house, but your attention was caught by one specific thing. Your brain had its own world, and when you saw one of Tunji Adeniyi-Jones’s paintings from his last year’s exhibit, you almost fainted. He was your favourite contemporary artist. And seeing his work outside of the gallery was practically an otherworldly feeling. You gaped at the beautiful play of colours, and your heart swooned at the perfection of the brush strokes.

“Ehm,” you heard somebody cough beside you, and it startled you so much you actually jumped to the side, your hand flying to your chest in a feeble attempt to will your heart to stay calm.

You took the intruder in and found out that unlike every other man in the room (and there were a few, as you noticed) this guy wasn’t wearing all-black attire. He was in a comfortable-looking creme sweater and a pair of dark blue jeans, everything fitting him as if the clothes were sawn to his body.

Which, as far as you could tell, was the body of a Greek God.

“See something you like, honey?” The man interrupted thoughts, and it just crossed your mind that he was really rude, not letting you breathe even for a second before he had to make his presence known.

“Yes, actually. I’m quite a big fan of the artist whose painting you have there, so I admired that. And you are?” You trailed at the end, signalling that while he was very handsome, you had no idea who he was and why it was that you needed to come to him this evening.

“Straight to business, huh? I like that. I’m quite surprised Tony didn’t tell you who I was. Was he scared you wouldn’t have come if you knew?” He didn’t wait for your answer, however. “Well, honey, I’m Steve Rogers, and I am very pleased to meet you,” he smirked at your stomach dropped.

Steve Rogers? That Steve Rogers? It wasn’t possible.

“You gotta be kidding me,” you muttered as you scratched your arms nervously.

“Oh no, on the contrary. I’m all too real, Miss Y/L/N, and from the looks of it, I’m glad Tony didn’t tell you, you look like you might faint. Are you feeling alright?” He asked like the smug asshole he was, and you just turned away from him, taking a deep breath before you finally turned back around to face him with a pokerface.

“I’m alright, thank you. So now, can I know what it is you want from me so much you stalked me and made me come here, pretty much by force?”

He scoffed but showed you to follow him to the sofa. When you didn’t budge, he simply took you by your elbow and pretty much shoved you down to the plump sofa.

“Force, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I simply asked you to come visit me, is it so wrong? But yes, you are right, we should talk about why I invited you here. You see, Y/N, I’m in need of a wife, and after long calculations, I came to the conclusion you would be perfect for the job,” he said straightforwardly, and it was now that you felt like you’d faint.

“Marry me? Are you fucking insane?” You couldn’t hold it in any longer. Form the pissed off expression on his face, you could see it was not the right move, but he couldn’t expect any other reaction, really.

“Easy, honey or I might have to use the said force to shut that smart mouth of yours,” Steve mumbled dangerously, and you swallowed harshly.

“Right, you’re a notorious mobster, and I’m literally nobody, and if you killed me, nobody would miss me. Good, now that’s out of the table, why do you want to marry me? And what does it mean you are in need of a wife? I mean… you are notorious for dating a different girl every week, can’t you just marry one of them if you’re in such a great hurry?”

“No, honey, I can’t. All you need to know right now is my proposal. So, here it is. You will marry me, we will stay married for a year and then get a divorce. You will have everything every girl ever wanted: loads of clothes, all the time in the world to do whatever the fuck you want, you won’t have to work, and I will pay for everything and more. You will live here so you won’t have to worry about your rent money, and I will also pay your student loan, on top of which you will be paid 20.000$ every month for playing your role. And when the year is over, you will walk away rich, without any debts slowing you down and you will be able to do anything you want. How does that sound?”

“It sounds like it’s not a proposal but a directive,” you smiled sweetly and stood up, pacing the room and scratching your hands like crazy. This was not happening, no, no, no!

You needed the money, you really did, and getting rid of the debt from your student loan that would have been sweet too, but at what price? On the other hand, you thought, how bad could it be to just be somebody’s wife for a year? He did make it sound pretty easy.

“What would be expected of me?”

“Well, you would go with me to every event and pretty much listen to everything I say,” he shrugged as if it was the most natural thing to say to another human being.

“Like, you’d ask me to spread my legs for you here, and I would do it?” You asked, suddenly very angry that the man just assumed what kind of a person you were. You were desperate, but not that desperate.

“Oh, no, honey. That is one of the reasons why I chose you: I’m not attracted to you, so no, I wouldn’t ask you for any sexual favours. We could even put that to our contract if you’d feel better, but, really, you have nothing to worry from me,” he again said with ease, and you didn’t know if you were glad he just told you this or really pissed and ashamed.

Not that you thought you were some kind of a beauty, far from it, but he also didn’t have to be so upfront about it. And now you understood it even less why the hell he chose you.

“You want to marry me. But you still haven’t told me why, so?” You asked for like the hundredth time that evening, and the man just smirked again, playing with his cuffs, never answering to your satisfaction.

“Honey, what I want, I get, and I decided that I wanted you, so, what is going to be? Are you gonna be a good girl for me or am I gonna have to force you, hm?” He smiled sweetly, but even you knew better. Behind that oh-very-sweet smile, there was venom and a ton of it. You rubbed your temples and plopped down on the nice-looking couch, thinking about what he was proposing.

“Then why choosing me if you don’t find me attractive? Not that it’s an issue, I’m just really trying to understand the situation here,” you said, totally ignoring the threat in his voice as you needed some much valuable answers.

“Right, well, first of all, as I already mentioned, what I want, I get, honey, and you should always remember that. Secondly, it was your ability to keep a straight face, even though I can see the ability is not endless. I need somebody who will be sickly sweet to both my friends and enemies alike, who won’t mind a few sleazy comments from the old fuckers, and who will look like an obedient wife. I need somebody who will blend in and who will look trustworthy, and not like she was to stay only for a week. And when I saw you in that pub where you used to work, I could see you had what it took to be in this life, even if only for a year,” he finished, and you were glad you were right at least about the guy, Steve, also sending the people to sniff around your workplace. But then it hit you.

“Where I used to work? I still work there,” you said dumbfounded, and Steve chuckled humorously.

“Oh no, you don’t. You see, I need my wife free all the time and I need her here with me. Look, Y/N, this is getting tiring, and I really need an answer now. What is it gonna be, huh?”

“Like I even have a choice. You just said you would use force if I said no, so, what am I supposed to say, huh? I don’t want to get married, but I don’t have any money and your snoopy ass is getting in the way of my life, and you ended one of my jobs, and before you say you terminated my contract in the gallery, please think about it again. That job is very important to me, it has always been my dream to be in a gallery surrounded by beautiful art, and, by chance, having my art there as well.

I don’t know Steve, your offer is very generous, it really is, but I don’t think I’m the right one,” you sighed finally and looked around the room, ignoring the boring looks from Steve. Then you saw the clock and you almost panicked, it was two minutes before 9.

“Oh my God, I need to call my friends, or they’re gonna call the cops,” you said quickly already dialling Caroline’s number. You told her you were fine and that no, you weren’t a personal slave yet, but that you’d tell them everything when you got home. When the call ended, the venom was back in Steve’s eyes.

“If you think you can talk to people about anything I have just said, you are terribly wrong, doll,” he seethed, and you were taken aback, but you didn’t want him to think he intimidated you.

“Well, if you think I’m not gonna tell my family about this, then it’s you who is terribly wrong, Steve. We tell each other everything, and if I considered this proposal of yours, it would mean Aidan and Caroline would know about this, at least that I’m marrying you for more than my undying love for you,” you spat back, and Steve saw the determination in your eyes. He knew he had to compromise with you, even if only a little bit.

He already found out everything about you, he knew your whole life, your past, everything his people could find on the internet. And what he got from the search was that you and the people you lived with were extremely close. He considered getting rid of them but realised it would only push you away from what he needed from you. And he needed a wife ASAP.

The mafia was still very conservative, and as he was the only boss without a constant woman by his side, he was sometimes excluded from important meetings that happened on “family retreats.” And he needed all the info there was if he wanted to be the best of the best. Or, the worst of the worst, if we were being literal.

“Fine, but they will need to sign a contract saying that they will keep their mouths shut,” Steve smiled back, and you nodded, your head already spinning.

Were you really considering it? But was there any other option? You needed the money, and it would’ve be great if you didn’t have to care about your student loan for the rest of your life. You would see the world, just like you wanted, you would have time for your art, and you would be free after only a year. That didn’t sound that bad. Sure, you’d be affiliated with a known mafia boss, but that was nothing you couldn’t handle. But there was still a question Steve didn’t answer.

“What about my job at the gallery? If you made them fire me and I’m gonna find out tomorrow, I can’t even begin to consider this. I want that job, I want to work at that gallery, Steve.”

“Fucking hell, I could buy you the gallery if you agreed!” He shouted, exasperated that it was taking so long. He really didn’t get it. He was proposing a life in luxury, and he knew that the majority of women in New York would be more than happy to be seen by his side. But you? You had to be difficult and even demand stuff. Fucking hell…

“But whatever, you wanna work there, fine. Whatever, I don’t give a fuck. Do we have a deal or not? I have better things to do with my evening than just bargain with you, honey,” he accentuated the pet name that you already hated.

Well, this wasn’t how you imagined your proposal to go. Not that you were too keen on the whole idea of a marriage, but still, a girl could dream. Yet, here you were, actually considering getting tied up with a mobster for a year just because he offered you enough money and a life that you felt like could be interesting, if only for a year and with a man who blatantly told you he wasn’t interested in you in that way. This was the only reason you didn’t feel as dirty as you expected because you knew he would never touch you and never want you to do something sexual against your will.

You were used to lying through your teeth ever since you were little, your parents made sure you knew how important it was to keep your secret, and dangerous life wasn’t something you only heard of on TV. All this made the decision slightly easier, as you finally made up your mind.

“Fine, but we still have a lot to talk about, Mr Rogers,” you set your jaw and outstretched your hand to shake on it with him.

“Whatever, Mrs Rogers. Consider your rent paid and I’ll see you on Friday when we discuss our matter in greater detail. Now, if you excuse me,” he kissed the top of your hand and walked away.

Well, this would be fun, you told yourself as you watched the man you would soon call your husband walk away from you, and contemplated whether you made the right choice. But your life wasn’t great as was, as much as you tried to fill it with laughter and happiness, and, in a sense, Steve offered you an out, even if only for a little bit.

Here was to nothing, you hollered at yourself in your mind and followed one of the turtleneck-guys out of the manor and into the chilly air of evening New York.

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Under the Moonlight P.3 (Ahkmenrah x reader)

Hey there! So It’s been a while since I updated this series, aka over a year, so please forgive me. Thank you for reading, if you do! I really enjoy this story. I’m thinking there may be one or two parts after this.

The events of the 2nd movie (Battle of the Smithsonian) have been changed, i.e. Abraham Lincoln does not crash through the window at the end. Also, it’s never mentioned how Kahmunrah knows how to speak multiple languages, which bothers me, but I didn’t care enough to create a backstory.

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Larry would never freely give the combination to Kahmunrah. The self-proclaimed “Pharaoh” had trapped his friends, sent some of history’s worst bad guys after him, and was an all-around evil bastard. Larry knew he would have to make a deal with the Pharaoh to save his friends, but he wouldn’t give him anything until he knew his friends were safe.

They stood in the centre of the room, arguing over who should hand over their half of the deal first.

Kahmunrah gave Larry an ultimatum, “How about I don't kill you right now, like I really, really want to, and I give you precisely five seconds to give me that tablet and tell me the combination?”

Kahmunrah’s newfound army entered the room at that moment, interrupting the two arguing men. In Al Capone’s hand was a little Einstein bobblehead.

“We already got the combination,” Al Capone exclaimed. “It's pi. –3.14159265.” He flicked the little Einstein, shushing him. “See, Crazy Hair here, he sang. Ho-ho-ho, did he sing! Like a canary.” He held the bobblehead up to Larry like he was showing off a prize.

“I’m sorry, Larry,” the Einstein frowned.

Sensing Larry’s distraction, Kahmunrah jerked the tablet from his arms. He threw the hourglass containing Jed, over his shoulder. “Must be a real bummer for you, Larry, knowing that all of your valiant efforts were, in the end, for naught.” He placed the tablet into his gate, beginning to press in the combination. “What a terrible disappointment you must be to yourself.”

The tablet began to glow, catching the attention of everyone in the room. Kahmunrah smirked as a quiet humming, filled the room.

“Do you hear that humming sound? Do you know what that sound is?” Ivan the Great raised his hand. “It's rhetorical.” He slowly put his hand back down as his fellow soldiers leered at him. “That is the sound of the End.” Kahmunrah began chanting in Egyptian.

As he continued chanting, the gate began to open. It started with the carved sarcophagus coming out of the stone. Then the door turned, revealing the gateway to the underworld. It was bright, and many of the people in the room found themselves shielding their eyes. The Egyptian chanting grew louder as it echoed from the open door.

“Welcome to the new, extended reign of Kahmunrah, Fifth King of Egypt and now the world! Horus, Ra, my warriors, come forth!” Egyptian warriors with bird heads emerged from the gate. “Send Larry Daley and his friends to their doom!” They surrounded Larry, attacking him as commanded.

“Halt,” a voice rang through the room, catching everyone’s attention. “The mighty Octavius has returned! I ride on the back of nature's most fearsome creature! I ride the squirrel! Forward now, my mighty steed!” He urged the squirrel forward, rushing through the feet of the soldier until he stood in front of Kahmunrah. He lifted his sword. “Do you wish to surrender honourably? Or must this end with the spilling of your blood?”

Kahmunrah turned his attention back to Larry. “This… This is your big rescue?”

Another voice rang out, catching everyone’s attention again. “Kahmunrah!”

His face fell when he saw who had interrupted him. He clenched his jaw. “You,” he pointed to a group of his underworld soldiers before gesturing to the people who had just entered, “change of plans. Kill her.”

Y/n stood at the entrance of the room, surrounded by some Egyptian soldiers and the group of New York Exhibits. Amelia Earhart had also arrived with several of the Smithsonian exhibits she and Larry had encountered that day.

Kahmunrah’s underworld soldiers approached the group, their spears aimed at Y/n.

“Stop,” she shouted, and the bird soldiers paused in shock. “I am Y/n, wife of Ahkmenrah, and Kahmunrah is no rightful king.” The birds turned to look at Kahmunrah, and everyone else, although they didn’t understand what was being said, followed their eye line. “He’s a cheat. He killed his brother, the chosen heir to the throne, just before he was to become Pharaoh. My husband, the rightful king, and my child, the future heir, are dead because of him. He is a traitor to Egypt. I ask you now, will you follow me—the once future queen of Egypt—or will you follow the traitor.”

The soldiers looked between the two Egyptian rulers. What she said had truth to it. Kahmunrah, although claiming to be the king of Egypt, had no Egyptian soldiers following him. Y/n had several Egyptian followers. After a minute of deliberation, they all came to the same conclusion. They turned their weapons to Kahmunrah.

Y/n smirked as Kahmunrah’s face morphed into fear. Larry slowly exited the circle that surrounded him and joined his friends.

Y/n stepped forward until she was face to face with Kahmunrah. “You should have known we’d never leave the tablet alone.”

“I was foolishly optimistic.”

Y/n turned to the underworld soldiers. “Your rest should never have been interrupted. Thank you for your service to the crown. You may return to the afterworld, but take this traitor with you.”

“You can’t do this, Y/n,” Kahmunrah snarled as he felt the soldiers grip his arm and pull him towards the gate. “I am a king.”

“You are a traitor, and you’ll find that although Egypt’s soldiers will never harm royalty, traitors are free game.” Y/n watched as the soldiers began dragging him to the gate and disappearing into the underworld. “They’ll do as they’re told.”

When the gate door finally closed, she grabbed the tablet and tucked it under her arm. She turned to the men that had been following Kahmunrah. In perfect English, she said, “Kahmunrah was a traitor to his own people. I suggest next time you chose a leader with more wisdom.” She smiled. “Now, I hope you will all return to whence you came in an orderly manner. I would hate to disturb the underworld a second time; they might be angry.”

The men looked at each other before quickly leaving the room.

The room was silent. Y/n looked around the room, accessing the damage her brother-by-marriage had done to the beautiful space.

Larry was in shock. He was glad she had shown up, but he had no idea who she was or what she wanted. For all he knew, she could be worse than Kahmunrah. He had heard Ahkmenrah’s name come up in the conversation between the Egyptians, but he had no idea what the context was.

The Egyptian soldiers that stood in front of the New York group went to the woman as she called them. Larry took the opportunity to talk with his friends without possibly causing them more harm by disrespecting any of the Egyptians.

“What just happened?” His eyes stayed focused on the group across the way as the woman gave them instructions, pointing to different places in the room.

“That there is Queen Y/n,” Amelia stated. “Quite the powerful lady, I’m not sure we’d have won this without her.”

“Why’d she help us?” Jedediah asked as he climbed out of the hourglass.

Y/n finished instructing her soldiers and made her way towards the group.

“She’s Ahkmenrah’s wife,” Sacagewea whispered.

Several of the exhibits bowed their head when Y/n came to stand in front of them.

“There’s no need for that,” Y/n dismissed. She smiled as she turned her attention to Larry. “Thank you for trying to keep this safe.” She gestures to the tablet in her arms.

“It was no problem, your highness.”

“Please, my name is Y/n.” Larry smiled an apology. “I must ask, though, it seems as if you have experience with the tablet. How have you come to possess it?”

Larry shrugged. “I’ve never really possessed it. It belongs to Ahkmenrah; I’ve just been trying to help protect it.”

Y/n’s eyes widened. “Ahkmenrah?” She quickly scanned the crowd. “Is he here?”

“He’s in New York,” Jedediah said.

“I see,” Y/n said, her face falling slightly. “Then we must go there immediately.”

Larry frowned. It would be costly enough to pay for all the exhibits to return to New York. He didn’t know how much it would cost to add a mummy onto it. He thought back to his journey through the museum. He hadn’t spotted her all night. In fact, all the Egyptian exhibits that he had encountered were in the basement. Perhaps, the Smithsonian wouldn’t notice if a single mummy went missing.

They’d have to move quickly; the sun would be coming up in just a few hours. In less than ten minutes, Larry had guided all the exhibits into a plane, and they were headed back to New York.

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Gangsters Paradise pt.2

Al Capone x Fem reader

Requested by: @swaghumanoidnickelhero thank you for request ❤️

Warnings: swearing, use of a fire arm, y/n is aggressive towards O'Banion, slight mention of sex.

A/n: you seemed to like Gangsters Paradise pt.1, I hope you enjoy pt.2. I took a scene out of the show and switched it up a bit.

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"She's a FED!?" Johnny yelled.

"Was! Johnny was!"

"Don't give me that shit, Al. For all we know she could still be."

Y/n stood outside Torrio's building just waiting for someone to come outside and shoot her ass dead, she could hear footsteps approach from around the side of the house. Y/n jumped when Nelson appeared, she quickly pulled out her gun. Nelson grabbed it and held it towards the sky.

"Nellie! What the hell are you doing here!?"

"Checking up on you. What did you tell them?" He asked.

"I told Al my past, I didn't mention you! I only mentioned me being a federal agent once upon a time."

"Good, keep it that way. I don't want to be face to face with a pistol tomorrow."

With that he hurried away, Y/n crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the wall.

"Yeah, checking up on me my ass."

"What?" Al's voice asked.

Y/n turned and saw him standing next to her.

"Christ, what are you the fuckin grim reaper? Sneaking up on people when they least expect it?"

Al let out a gentle chuckle, and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Hehe, yeah."

"So what did Johnny say?"

"What do you want? Word for word?"

"Al please."

He nodded and continued. "You're still in, but if you show any sign that you're still a FED..... Johnny wants me to kill you."

Y/n looked at the ground and kicked at the slush on the sidewalk. Al leaned his head down so he could looked her in the eyes..

"So don't screw up, okay doll?"

"Yeah."

He took her hand and put it in his warm pocket along with his own. They began walking down the sidewalk, Y/n was wondering where they were going.

"Hey, Al-"

"O'Banion's." Y/n gave him a confused look.

"That's what you wanted to know right? Where we were going?"

"But Dean is in the other direction."

"We're taking a detour." He kissed her temple and lead her along.

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They ended up going to the house of one of Al's men, they picked him up and headed for O'Banion's. The sun had already went down and the streets were a almost empty, except for a few couples roaming.

The three headed up to the flower shop, and went inside.

"We're closed." O'Banion said.

"Even for me?" Al replied.

The two of them went back and forth while Y/n looked at the flowers. She picked up a potted plant and examined it, O'Banion smiled.

"You like what you see, Y/n?"

"Very beautiful, I'm taking it." She handed it to Al's man.

"You gonna pay for it?"

Y/n shook her head and stood by Al.

"Nah."

Just then Nelson walked out of the back and set his broom next to a shelf. He and Y/n locked eyes briefly before they both looked away. But they weren't quick enough, Al caught there little exchange.

"All done back here, Mr. O'Banion."

Dean pointed at the plant Al knocked over...

"Clean that up."

Y/n watched Nelson as he swept up the shards of pot. She then locked eyes with Al who gave her a curious look.

"Oh! Where are my manners!?" Dean yelled. "George, meet Al Capone. Al, meet George Mueller."

"A pleasure." Nelson said, still sweeping up the mess. He then gave Y/n a small smile.

"Okay, I've had it! Where do you know each other from!?" Al yelled.

"I believe you're mistaken, Sir. Me and Ms. Y/L/n met just recently."

"And I believe you're full of shit." Al shot back.

"Sir, I-"

"Nel-.....George, please." Y/n corrected.

Capone looked over at her again. There was definitely something going on...

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1 yr later

Al and Luciano are sitting down and talking business, when Charlie just happens to remember who Nelson was.

"He's a FED!"

"I got him off O'Banion, selling flowers and fuckin steam irons."

Al never had a clue about his link with Y/n, even when he had Nelson kneeling in front of him with a gun in his mouth. But those events soon came back to bite her in the ass. And now here she was, standing in Al's office watching him interrogate Van Alden and Eli Thompson.

Again Nelson looked over at Y/n, then finally.... Finally! Al caught on, he nodded and came close to Y/n.

"You too do know each other, huh?"

"Al, I-"

He cut her off with the look he gave her, at this moment she had wished she didn't stick up for Nelson, she wished she came clean to Al immediately. Then she wouldn't be in this predicament.

"You know each other, You told me you were a federal agent. Now Luciano shows up and tells me this fuck is also a federal agent. But I would've ignored it if you two weren't always giving each other glances from the day you saw each other on the sidewalk."

Al gently took her face in his hands and wiped her tears away. looking her in the eyes, he said something that made her heart break.

"I love you, Y/n. Is you're little secret worth more than us? Than what we have and always had."

She shook her head, then looked at the floor. Al smiled and brought her in for a hug as he kissed her temple. Y/n rested her head on his shoulder, loosing herself in his scent and warmth.

Al pulled out his gun and pointed it at Nelson..

"Whatcha have to say?" He asked.

Van Alden quickly got up, pushed Y/n to the ground and slammed Al to the desk. Ralph tried to help his brother but Nelson punched him as he charged.

"I am Nelson Casper Van Alden! I am a sworn agent of the united states Treasury! And I swear by Jesus our lord, justice will rain down upon you if it my last-"

Just then a gun shot rang out and Nelson's body fell to the floor limp. Al looked over to see Y/n still pointing the gun. He stood up and took it from her, wrapping her in another hug, he looked over at his brother.

"Take Thompson, face down in the corn field."

He obeyed and grabbed Eli, Mike fallowing close behind as the went out the door.

They both slowly pulled away from the hug, Al still holding her shoulders.

"Now, anything else I should know about?"

She looked him in the eye..

"Mike."

"What about him?"

"Me and Nelson ran away from being federal agents." She looked towards the window, then back at Al. "Mike never did."

THE END ❤️

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jawritter · 4 years

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When The Lights Go Out

Part 1

Summary: Life hasn't been your best friend lately, you lost your job, and are on the verge of losing your apartment. Who knew when you decided to join a Sugar Daddy app that your best friend suggested ina last ditch effort to save your apartment, and not end up on the street, your first and only client would turn your whole world upside down.

Pairing: Mobster!Dean Winchester x Virgin! Reader

Word Count: 2358

Series Warnings: Mob level violence, injured Dean, description of injury, creepy Godfather John Winchester, John is pretty much a double bag, escort services, virgin reader, lose of virginity and all the insecurities and fun stuff that come with it, age gap (23 year old reader; 40 year old Dean), angst, unrequited/requited love?, language, smut, unprotected smut.

Chapter Warnings: None really, language, escort serives, angst? I think that’s it for this chapter!

A/N: Beta’d by @deanwanddamons! Thanks so much love!! Please don’t copy my work!! Feedback is golden! Hope you all enjoy this one!! It’s gonna be a little bit of a slow burn y’all, but just hang in there!

(This fic is based on this request: Could you do a Dean x reader where she is 23 and lives alone in her apartment, she gets fired and can loose her house, her friend tells her about a sugar daddy app, she makes a profile and Dean 40, contacts her, she is virgin and don't offers sex, Dean is billionaire business man and needs a girl for his business parties,the reader is really shy, blushes a lot, they fall in love, he takes her to a trip and makes love to her on a private island, could it be a series?)

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Adjusting your too short skirt, you look across the crowded street from your hiding place among the crowd of people standing on the side of the road waiting for their cab, or Uber to pick them up from whatever they had just left, or take them to wherever they intend to go.

Heavy thunder rolled over head, and you looked up at the ominous black rolling clouds that from your street view made the skyscrapers look shorter than they really were.

Your heart was pounding so loud in your ears that it drowned out all the sounds of the hustle and bustle that was New York City on an average Friday night. Even though, in reality no one noticed you, you looked no different than about six other girls standing within a four foot proximity of you, you felt like every eye was on you. Like they were judging you, and knew just what you were doing, and just who you were waiting for.

Even though you weren’t meeting this man for sex, you felt like you were no better than the whores that line the streets of Brooklyn late at night, like cattle lined up for a sale barn to go to the highest bidder.

Claire had suggested that you join the Sugar Daddy App in order to make a few extra bucks after losing your job as a junior accountant at JP Morgan. You hadn’t been there all that long, and when they changed management, your new female boss seemed threatened by all the females in the office, especially those like yourself, those that were young, those that had potential; so therefore you got the first axe.

You didn’t really like the idea, but you were really left with no choice. Even though New York was a big city, it didn’t make jobs exactly easy to come by, and you need money before next Friday, or you would be living under one of the many bridges.

It hadn’t taken long for Dean to respond to your add on the app as a paid escort, and the fact that you weren’t offering sex didn’t seem to bother him when he’d direct messaged you. He said he just needed you to attend a business party with him, a promotion for his brother, and if you did well, he might hire you permanently.

Claire seemed to think that you had hit the jackpot, and told you to jump on the opportunity, but the amount of lucid information that he’d given you as far as what to wear, and that you were to just be on his arm to “look pretty”, you couldn’t help but feel you were dealing with the mob.

You knew that was a silly notion.There was only one mob left in New York that had enough power behind them to even be threatening. Everyone else was nothing but grunts under them, and there was no way in Hell a Winchester would be using a Sugar Daddy App in order to find someone to take to a business party with him.

Claire said not to worry about it, and that you were looking into things to much, that you had watched to many Scarface movies, and this was probably just a businessman who was in his forties, overweight, and lived in one of those box cublicial apartments on Manhattan with too much money, and not enough social life to bring someone to the event.

You had your doubts.

The way he worded things, so secretive, so proper, it had you scratching your head from the moment you agreed to this job as to whether or not this was a good idea, or if you were going to be the next featured picture on the back of a milk carton as New York’s latest missing person.

Just as you were about to say fuck it, and turn around and head back to your apartment, a sleek, black SUV pulled up to the curb and stopped. Looking around you notice that everyone that was standing next to you just a few moments ago had all but vanished, either getting into their own means of transportation, or giving up all together and deciding to hoof it.

The window directly in front of you rolled down just enough for the baritone voice to filter out of the dark interior of the car.

“Y/N?” he asked, and you stepped forward cautiously. If you weren’t regretting this before, you were now.

“Yes?” you said, stopping just short of the curb.

The driver’s side door opened, and the short driver made his way out of the car, and around the back passenger door that was facing the road. He opened it for you to climb in as another round of thunder rolled, and thick raindrops started to pelt down all around you.

This was it, there was no going back now.

Swallowing the little voice that was screaming how bad of an idea this was, you climb into the back of the car and the driver shuts your door before making his way around to regain his seat at the helm of the car.

“Well, I must say you are attractive enough, but you look terrified sweetheart.” the same deep baritone voice said across the dark back seat next to you as the diver pulled out onto the street.

Straightening up in your seat, you adjust yourself and try to look less like a scared child, and more like the paid escort you were for the night.

“Well, I’m sorry Dean, but as I told you earlier, the fact that you were so secretive concerning the details of our evening made me a little uneasy. Most clients tell you where they’re going to take you, and what you are going to be doing for the evening.”

Dean chuckled next to you, and adjusted his tie.Even though it was dark in the car, the street lights let you make out his strong jawline, and handsome profile enough to know this was not some overweight businessman. He was much more than that.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot. My name is Dean Winchester, and I’m hiring you to escort me to my brother’s dinner party in celebration of his promotion in my father’s company.Judging by your slack jaw, you’ve heard my last name before, and you see why it wasn’t exactly a great idea for me to put my last name, nore the details of our arrangement in a direct message on some crude app.”

You set there in total dumb founded shock.

Of all the people you thought were going to be picking you up tonight, Dean Winchester was not one of them. You had feared that this was a mafia pick up, but this was much worse.

Dean wasn’t only Mafia, he was son of the oldest, most lucrative gang in New York City’s history, his father, John, made Al Capone look like a little boy dressed in a suit. His family were ruthless, and virtually untouchable, protected by money, and God only knows what else you couldn’t even begin to imagine. They didn’t hide what they were because they didn’t have to, and you were more fucked than you thought you’d ever be.

“My brother Sammy’s promotion details are not important. The only thing you need to know is that for the evening you are my girl, and you will do as I say. Talk as little as possible, and like I said, just look pretty. That won't be that hard for you. Stick close to me, but I promise you, this is continental ground, and no one can harm you in any way. So just relax and enjoy the party.”

Dean was completely unfazed by the fact that you still seemed to be in complete shock, like this was the reaction he was expecting from you. He knew that this was your first job? Why the hell did he hire you for something this big? If you weren’t already having a panic attack, you were pretty sure you were going to by the time you got to where you were going.

“Dean, I...Look I don’t...I don’t know if this is such a good idea.What if they don’t buy that I’m your girlfriend, and furthermore why do YOU, of all people, need help getting a girlfriend?” you asked. Dean threw his head back against the seat of the car, his deep booming laugh echoing through the entire car.

“Sweetheart, relax.You're perfect. I didn’t want someone with experience. Escorts in my line of work are, well, a commonly used expense, and I didn’t want someone that is recognizable to anyone that is going to be at this party tonight. I wanted this to be believable. As far as why I need you? Well that’s easy. I’m 40 years old, and unmarried, but I’m also my father’s successor to the company.The only problem is, the high table seems to think that I should have a wife by now, and I don’t, so you are here to keep my father and my elders off my back.” Dean said shortly as the car came to a stop in front of The Roosevelt Hotel.

Dean reached into a folder that was sitting on the seats between you, pulling out a stack of papers that were stapled together, and handing them to you. You took them with what you knew had to be the most bewildered look on your face that anyone had ever had, but Dean seemed to be unfazed as the dome lights were switched on inside the car, and Dean handed you a pen.

His large, freckle dusted hands, made everything they touched seem so small, and you wondered how many people those hands had killed before you buried it deep down inside of you, not letting the thought manifest.

This man was dangerous, but you needed the money.

“This is a NDA.It says that you can not disclose your employment with me, nor anything else you will witness here tonight as long as you live. It’s virtually a gag order. It’s for your protection, not mine.”

You nodded your head and swallowed hard, not daring to ask what the hell would happen to you if you broke said agreement, and signed the papers, knowing you had no choice.

Looking up at the astonishing greens eyes staring back at you, you fought against the deep blush that pooled through your cheeks. Dean was handsome, and there was no denying that.

“Okay, so, I know you said no sex, which quite honestly is a shame,” he said, looking you over in the small space, his perfect white teething pulling at his lower lip, making you blush even deeper than you already where, “but in order to make this convincing, there’s going to have to look like there is some degree of intamicy between us. In other words, I will hold your hand, touch you, tastefully of course, we're not animals, and I may even kiss you if need be, is that okay?”

The thought of those pink, plump lips on yours made a shiver go all the way down your spine, and you had to look down for a moment to compose yourself.

“Yes sir, that’s fine.”

Dean chuckled as he opened his car door, getting out to open yours, his large, warm hand going to your lower back as he pulled you in close to him once you stepped out of the car.

“Call me Dean, Baby Girl,” leaning down so that only you could hear him, his warm breath fanned over the skin of your neck, and goose bumps raised all over your skin, “or you can call me Daddy, I’m okay with that too.”

You blushed furiously and covered your face with your hand, a deep embarrassment at the way your body seemed to be responding to this man standing next to you on the curb of the crowded street. Another booming laugh escaped Dean as he pulled you into a hug. People were apparently watching that you were unaware of , because the act seemed to have already started.

“I’m only teasing you sweetheart.I love to see you blush.Remember, impress me tonight, and this job is yours permanently, and I promise you, I will pay you so well, that you will never want for anything ever again.”

That was a promise you could get behind, so you straightened your skirt and took him in for the first time in the light of the foyer as you walked together, your arm over his own in a formal manner suitable to the occasion.

You hadn’t really looked at him until now, and man, he was a sight.

Danger reeled off of him.From the ridiculous expensive, black, custom fitted Brioni suit, and crisp white Ralph Lauren shirt, to his only God knows how expensive black shoes.

He was lethal, and he had no problem not hiding it.

His piercing green eyes held an air of mischief that excited you in a way you’d never experienced before. Not a hair out of place, except for the almost auburn stubble that matched his perfectly placed hair sprinkled across his chiseled jaw, and a smirk that could melt the panties off of every woman in the room.

He carried a presence about him that commanded attention, and you could tell by the faces of the people that were watching the two of you as you both checked in to the black tie event the hotel was hosting for the Winchester family, that he was the man that everyone loved to hate.

This was the craziest thing you had ever done in your life, and it would probably one way or another end badly, you knew that, but his was the most alive you had felt in your life, and you were determined you were going to enjoy the moment on Dean’s arm, and worry about the rest later.

Besides, what was life without a little adventure, and it was high time you had yours.

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kahtookmylife · 4 years

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Hiii, can I request a reader insert story? Where the reader is maybe Larry’s niece or something, and is set in the second movie, and she’s helping Larry when she gets captured by Al Capone and he stops her from being killed and they have a cute moment, you can decide how it ends😂 Thank youuuu😙

Heey! I got a little carried away with this one... I hope this is what you had in mind! ^^

Al Capone x Fem!Reader:

The sun slowly went down. People left the museum and went home to their families. The stars finally showed up in the sky, yet Larry and his niece couldn't watch their glowing figure because they had to save their friends. Some people would never believe what happened. A tablet that brings exhibits back to life has been stolen.

Larry's job was once to keep it safe. Even now, when he already left his job, Larry had to help his friends after all those joyful nights. He wasn't going to do that alone. His niece, Y/n, joined him in this dangerous adventure. Larry tried to stop her, but she insisted, so he let her come. That night, Larry made a big mistake.

Larry, Amelia, and Y/n were running away from the French soldiers when they reached a dead end. The door was stuck. It just wouldn't open, no matter how hard they tried.

"Uncle, you have to go now!" Y/n exclaimed. "I'll distract them!

"What?! I won't leave you here!" Larry shook his head.

"You have to take that tablet to a safe place!" she insisted. "I will be alright!"

"Mr. Daley, I agree with her." Amelia nodded. "If we stay, we lose. You have to choose which one is more important."

"Just go!" Y/n shouted. "I can take care of myself!"

"Okay..." he sighed. "But I'll come back. Please just... be careful..."

She nodded with a smile on her face. Larry and Amelia ran in the other direction, while Y/n sighed and waited for the soldiers. She grabbed a sword from the display. French soldiers and mafia men arrived to the room, alongside Napoleon and Al Capone.

"You want to find them? Then you'll have to go through me!" Y/n yelled.

"We only want the tablet!" the short man, she recognized as Napoleon, shouted. "But if you stand in our way, we'll kill you!"

"Try me b*tch." Y/n chuckled.

The soldiers attacked her, and she tried to defend herself, but Y/n didn't know how to fight with a sword. When a man finally kicked it out of her hands, she was defeated. Al Capone grabbed her by her arm and dragged Y/n to the soldiers so they could tie her hands. She couldn't even scream for help.

"Let me go!" she muffled when a soldier put his hands on her mouth.

"Shut up!" the man grumbled.

The only thing she could do was to listen to her capturers. Y/n wished she actually listened to her uncle this time, but she was too stubborn. She just wanted to help Larry, since he had done so many things for her and Nicky. The soldiers took her to the mad pharaoh that wanted the tablet so much.

"Did you get the tablet?" he asked.

"No, but we captured his daughter." Napoleon pointed at Y/n.

"Niece..." she corrected him.

“Niece.” he nodded.

"Whatever..." the pharaoh shook his head.

He took a look at her, then turned back to examine some jewelry.

"Tie her up somewhere." he shrugged. "Go after Larry Daley and tell him if he doesn't give the tablet back, I will personally kill her."

Napoleon nodded and directed his men to tie Y/n up. After that, they simply left the room. Y/n had some time to look at the exhibits. She recognized Ivan the Terrible and Al Capone, but she had no idea how the pharaoh was called.

"Excuse me... Uhm... Mr..." she looked at the pharaoh.

"I am Kahmunrah, great king of great kings, and from the darkest depths of ancient history." he introduced himself.

"Okay. Cool. I'm Y/n. Nice to meet you." she greeted him. "Now... I don't want to be rude or anything, but... Could you let me go already?!"

"Yeah, of course." he nodded. "Let me just sit on my throne all night first. Thank you."

Kahmunrah sat down and ignored Y/n's existence.

"Wow. Rude." she snorted. "I bet your brother would release me."

Only then did she realize what she just said. The pharaoh looked at her and stood up. Y/n could see the anger in his eyes as she gulped. He started going towards her, which made him look scarier.

"Oh... You think my little baby brother could be better than me?" he clenched his jaw. "That's what you think?!"

"Oi!" a sudden voice interrupted him. "Don't kill her!"

Al Capone came closer to them and stood between the two.

"I can take care of her where her friends can hear her screams." he explained. "It would probably hurt Daley if he received the news from his friends, wouldn't it?"

"Fine." he rolled his eyes. "Just take her away from me."

Al Capone nodded, then commanded his boys to drag Y/n somewhere else. She constantly tried to escape, but they were too strong. When they were far enough, Al Capone commanded them to release her.

"Now go." he smirked. "No one would want to see such a pretty lady die."

"Should I thank you now?" she asked.

"Only if you want to, doll." Al Capone winked.

"Thanks... I guess..." she nodded. "Why did you help me, though? I was just fine on my own..."

"Yeah... Sure." he laughed. "However, we don't have time for a little chit-chat. Find that stupid Daley before I change my mind, doll."

"Thank you, Mr. Capone." Y/n forced a little smile on her face.

"Anytime, doll." he chuckled. "Just call me Al, by the way."

"I thought you really wanted to kill me." she giggled nervously.

"Nah, ya face is too gorgeous for that." he shrugged. "Now go!"

"Fine! Thanks again!" she exclaimed.

Al stood there, watching her figure as she ran on the corridor. His boys looked at him with a confused expression. They didn't understand what made him release the girl. One of them came closer to him to ask the question.

"Boss, why did ya let her go?" he looked in his eyes.

"I don't know." Al shrugged. "I guess she just reminded me of myself. When I got in trouble in my younger years, ya know?"

His men were still confused, but shrugged it off and returned to the room where Kahmunrah's throne stood.

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randomfandomimagine · 3 years

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Lazarus (Clark Kent x Reader x Jimmy Olsen)

Characters: Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Jimmy Olsen, Perry White

Fandom: Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman

Categories: Gender neutral reader, angst with a happy ending, hurt / comfort

Warnings: Spoilers, character death (temporary)

Word Count: 2,4k words

Summary: Y/N is a photographer at the Daily Planet, quite close with Jimmy Olsen. Being really close with Lois Lane and, especially Clark Kent, Y/N is devastated when something happens to Clark and seeks comfort in Jimmy's presence.

A/N: After I rewatched episode 2x07 I was suddenly struck with inspiration to write this and focus on the emotion of it all. I hope you like it!! This fandom is probably more obscure, so I would appreciate if you showed your support if you liked this piece by reblogging and leaving feedback, please! Thank you! ♥

Link: AO3

Clark Kent x Gender Neutral Reader (platonic)

Jimmy Olsen x Gender Neutral Reader (romantic)

There they went again, right into the wolf’s den. Sometimes you envied Clark and Lois: their close relationship, their adventurous investigations and their skill to write such compelling articles. Other times, like this one, you were glad you could stay behind at the Planet with Jimmy and Perry while they faced Al Capone, Bonnie and Clyde. The fact that those three were alive was far too much for you to handle, not to mention face them and investigate them closely.

“You look great” You told them as they prepared their things to go. “Will fit right in”

“Are you saying we look like criminals?” Clark joked, with that bright smile of his that always lit up your bad days.

“No, silly” You fixed his tie, feeling that familiar anxiety spreading from your chest down to your stomach. “I’m saying you look handsome”

Your friend chuckled, although his smile slowly faded. His hand gently fell over yours, stopping you from anxiously fixing his tie still.

“Don’t worry” He reassured you, noticing your distress. “It’s just another lead”

“I know. Besides…” You paused to look up at him and show him a smile. “You two have a guardian angel”

“We do?”

“Yes, we call him Superman”

Surprised, Clark giggled at your comment. You patted his chest and flattened his tie with your palm.

“Hey, don’t distract him” Lois’ voice startled you a little. “I need him focused”

“You look great too, Lois” You grinned, knowing she was slightly jealous of the attention.

“Thank you” She humbly shrugged, but her smirk seemed satisfied.

Lois finally grabbed her shawl, which matched her beautiful red dress, and headed for the elevator. Clark followed in tow.

“Guys” You called them, about to dedicate them the same words you always did before they ventured out to follow a lead. They turned to you. “Be careful, both of you”

“Always are” Clark winked at you as he followed Lois.

“It’s okay, Y/N” Lois smirked wider. “We’re professionals”

The elevator dinged almost as soon as she pressed the button, and they got inside. Clark cutely waved goodbye at you, and you reciprocated the gesture as the doors closed.

When they were gone, the office seemed to grow louder with busy noise, as though trying to replace their absence. You knew they would be okay, like they always were, but you couldn’t help but to worry.

“Hey, Y/N” An arm fell over your shoulders, and you smiled at the thought that Jimmy had once again come to your rescue. “Can you check these for me?”

“Why me?” You humored him, taking the photos from his hand and giving him a playful look. “You’re a photographer too”

“You have a good eye, better than me” He playfully shook you around. “You’re the best photographer in the Daily Planet”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Olsen” You laughed, walking with him to sit down and take a closer look at those photos.

It was getting late, you could tell because exhaustion was starting to weigh down on you. Jimmy had complained a couple of times because you kept infecting him with your yawning.

“No, that one has a better angle” You pointed at the picture, resting your head on his shoulder as your eyes started closing.

“Think that’s the one I should give the boss?” He leaned his head down to look at you.

“Mm-hm”

“Hey, don’t fall asleep!”

“I’m tired, Jimmy”

“They why don’t you go home?”

You knew the answer, even if you didn’t want to admit it. Even if it usually was the case, saying you enjoyed spending time with him this time wouldn’t be entirely true because, while you did love being around Jimmy, you had stayed because you needed to make sure that Lois and Clark returned safe and sound from yet another one of their dangerous investigations.

Just then, the elevator dinged. Jimmy’s shoulders grew tense, and you yourself moved away from him to glance in that direction. The doors opened to reveal Lois, making you sigh in relief.

“There they…” Jimmy started saying, although he suddenly grew silent. You felt a nasty feeling in the pit of your stomach when you realized why.

“Lois!” You quickly jumped to your feet, with Jimmy doing the same, when you watched her as she approached.

The reporter looked up in a daze, almost seeming to realize just then where she was. Her eyes fell on you two, but she didn’t seem to register the fact that you had called her. Lois’ hair was disheveled, nothing like its usual neat style. Her red dress was crooked, and one of the straps had fallen off her shoulder. Her eyes were red and puffy.

“What happened?” Jimmy uttered in a shaky voice.

“Where’s Clark?” You asked as well, not seeing him anywhere.

“He’s…” Lois leaned on the closest table, breaking into sobs. “Gone”

Somehow, although you knew what she meant, her words didn’t make any sense. Clark couldn’t be gone. He was young and strong, and brave. Bad things didn’t happen to people like him. Clark Kent was too kind to have such a tragic end.

The office completely came to a halt. Everyone stared at Lois in shock. Jimmy next to you plopped down in the couch you had been sitting with him a moment ago. You slowly joined him when you felt your legs shaking.

“What’s going on here?” Perry suddenly exited his office, startling you with the sudden movement. “Why did everyone stop working? This is… Wait, Lois… Are you alright?”

“Perry…” She absently walked closer to the boss. “Clark is… dead… they shot him”

A lump had formed on your throat, but hearing those words made your heart hurt. Disconsolate, you threw yourself to the comfort of Jimmy’s chest. He was so in shock that it took him several seconds to hug you and only did when he heard you loudly weeping.

A party… Perry wanted to still celebrate that party with everything that was happening?

Your eyes, that you realized were on the elevator, were inundating in tears again. Frustrated, you averted your gaze from that spot, knowing he wouldn’t come back. You had to accept that. Instead, your gaze fell over the photos in Jimmy’s desk, long forgotten. You wished you could return to that moment where you were carelessly and cheerfully checking the photos out, joking and laughing with Jimmy before you learned the terrible news that filled you with pain with each passing second.

“Lois?” You asked when you saw her, surprised that she wasn’t home. “What are you doing here?”

“You know…” She shrugged, lacking her usual liveliness. It broke your heart to see her like that, but you could relate to her deep sorrow. “Being alone at home was torture”

“I get it…” You patted her back, not really knowing what to do to help. Lois wasn’t the type of person to cry on people’s shoulders. “Try to take it easy, though, okay?”

Her eyes were watery, but she nodded her head. In a futile attempt to ease your worry, she showed you a pathetic smile. You had never seen her so defeated.

“I’m here if you need to talk” Was all you said before you gave her some space.

Crestfallen, you walked away and hid in the supply room. There, you were away from everyone as well as the deafening noise that made you feel inadequate. You sat down on the floor and hugged your knees. Silence was almost as bad.

You couldn’t stop thinking about that moment, when you learned that you would never see Clark again. The Daily Planet had lost a great reporter, and Metropolis had lost a compassionate and polite citizen. You had lost a dear friend, an inspiration, a part of your heart. How could you live knowing you would never see his bright smile again, or hear his light-hearted jokes or just… be with him? It was too hard to accept that.

“I knew I’d find you here” Jimmy’s voice startled you out of your thoughts.

“Hey” You glanced up to see him standing there at the door, watching you.

“Mind if I come in?” His voice was still low and hesitant as it had been ever since that dreaded moment.

“No” You averted your gaze as he approached you, feeling embarrassingly vulnerable.

Jimmy stopped for a moment, towering over you, before slowly settling on the ground next to you. Even then, it took him a few more seconds to speak up.

“I talked to the chief about the party”

“What did he say?”

“He still wants to celebrate it” He let out a trembling sigh. “And maybe he’s right, maybe we need to distract ourselves from…”

“C-Clark’s death” You uttered, feeling helpless when the tears arrived to your eyes yet again. It felt like you did nothing but cry, and you couldn’t help it.

“Oh, Y/N…” Jimmy scooted closer to you until your sides were touching. “Don’t cry, please…”

“I know it’s useless, and I know it won’t bring him back, but…”

“No, I meant…” He sniffed through his noise. “If you cry then I’ll cry, and if I start I don’t think I’ll be able to stop”

Like it wasn’t bad enough not to have Clark, his absence was heavily weighing on your friends too. Lois was devastated and Jimmy had lost his smile. You had the urge to hug him, but you were too afraid that it would trigger him crying too. Instead, you linked your arm with his and rested your head on his shoulder. He sighed and leaned his head atop of yours.

“Have I…” Jimmy’s voice seemed to get caught in his throat, and so he cleared it before he continued. “Have I told you about that time C.K. pranked me?”

“Clark pranked you?” You took your head off his shoulder, amazed by his words.

“Yeah” You saw a hint of a smile on his lips. “It was an accident, but still…”

“When was that?”

“Before you started working here”

“What happened?”

“Well, he went out to bring us coffee” A small smile finally showed up on his mouth, even if it was a nostalgic one. “And he gave me Lois’ black coffee by mistake. It was so bitter that I spit it out and almost choked on it”

“I wish I could have seen your face” You muttered, feeling the weight of loss lessening slightly when the life returned to his eyes even if for a moment.

“Yeah, C.K. apologized profusely and tried to hide it, but…” He chuckled. “He was laughing really hard”

“Good old Clark” You returned to your spot resting on Jimmy’s shoulder, clinging on to his arm just as you clung on to that sweet story. “Always smiling”

“Yeah, I miss him”

“Me too…”

You sighed in the unison, knowing that even if you had lost Clark, at least you still had each other.

Everything was dull without Clark, and you knew it would be for a long time. You appreciated the sentiment, but you didn’t have the energy to be in that party and you were honestly looking forward for it to end. Rather than being there, you much preferred returning to the supply room with Jimmy and listening to all those stories from before you joined the Planet. To make matters worse, someone had erupted into the party: the very people that killed Clark. Luckily, Superman had jumped in to save the day.

When the police arrived, you found yourself sitting in Clark’s empty desk. You felt Jimmy’s quick glances your direction, but this time you needed some space, even from him.

“C.K.!” You suddenly heard him exclaim, making you look up in his direction.

He was hugging someone, and your mind didn’t quite register who it was for a moment. You only saw Lois, who seemed to have just returned from one of her many messy shenanigans. She was wearing a black suit jacket, tied around her body with a belt to make it seem almost like a dress. Seeing the garment, something clicked in your head.

Your gaze fell over the person that Jimmy had now stopped hugging, a man wearing a blue dress shirt with no jacket. Your heart skipped a beat at the familiar sight.

“Clark?!” You shouted, causing all heads to turn to you.

Standing up, you approached him in a daze. For a moment, you thought you were seeing things, but everyone was looking at him too. And they were smiling.

“It’s him, Y/N” Jimmy laughed in utter happiness. “It’s really him, he’s here”

You stood before Clark in shock, still not believing he was alive. How could it be?

“Hi” He smiled at you, a sight that filled all your emptiness with warmth.

“Go on, kid” Perry laughed too. “Hug him”

Jimmy pushed a hand against the small of your back, which brought you out of your daze. You threw yourself to hug Clark with so much force that he staggered a little. Still, he laughed as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Clark, you’re alive” You broke down, crying against his shoulder and holding him as tight as you could. “You’re here, you’re okay! You’re back!”

“I am all of those things” He said, chuckling against your ear. It seemed like the most wonderful sound in the world.

“Now, Y/N” Perry said behind you. “You can let go of him, let him breathe”

“No!” All of that anguish had finally vanished like magic, and you refused to abandon the comforting effect of that embrace.

“I still know your weakness” He playfully said, squeezing your side to tickle you. In response, you shrunk over yourself and let go of him.

“I’ve missed you, Kent” You laughed in the end, playfully tugging on his tie.

“Kent, huh?” He lingered on his bright smile. “Are you mad at me?”

“A little, for scaring us like that”

“I’m sorry”

“We’re just glad you’re okay, C.K.”

When Jimmy wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to his side, also letting Lois get close to Clark again, you heaved a sigh of relief. Your head calmly leaned on his shoulder like it had done so many times. This time it was different, it wasn’t only cozy and comforting, it was also soothing. It was a celebration that Clark was back, and that everything was okay.

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squeakyfir · 1 year

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A small hostage (A night at the museum 2 X Child! Reader Fanfiction)

Description:

Will you live?

Will you die?

Will you see your family again?

Will you even remember this night?

Enjoy!

*I do not own the night at the museum movies. All rights to the characters and storylines belong to 20th Century Studios ™*

Chapter 8

Previous ~ Next

As promised when your leg healed, your mother brought you to the museum of Natural history when it was closed. It's worth noting that your mother was not easily manipulated to come here so soon but the wound on your leg only took ten hours to heal. Because of that, she accepted the request to come to the museum. And also as promised, Larry was waiting by the entrance. "You made it. Come inside". Your mom had a strong grip on your hand as the both of you followed the night guard. Your mother was very hesitant about the whole thing and kept her space between Larry.

She didn't think this whole thing was a good idea since what happened but since you begged her to meet the people responsible for saving your life, she managed to control her questions and just pressed forward. Once inside, it was very strange to once again be in a museum that had no visitors. "Where's Al" you asked.

"In the basement. Just wait right here". Larry left and that left you and your mother. "Are you excited" your mom asked you in a scared tone. "Yeah. I can't wait to see him again". Your mom was still nervous about the whole thing but still didn't believe this at all. You eagerly awaited to see Al again and when footsteps were heard coming back, it was Larry who had that same tablet from before. "Ok, watch this". The tablet glowed in its gold complexion and the coolest thing you've ever seen just happened. The skeleton T-Rex at the entrance of the museum started moving and looked at both of your and moms direction. Your mom screamed and tried to head to the exit but Larry quickly stopped you both and said that there was nothing to worry about.

"It's ok. He won't hurt you". The giant skeleton dinosaur was looking at the two of you and when he moved closer, your mom fell to the floor hard. "Mom"!

"That's one way of saying hello".

"Mom? Are you ok"!? Your mom blinked her eyes quickly to see if this was just a dream and grabbed your arm. "Were leaving now"!

"No. Mom, I want you to-"

"(Y/n)"?

You turned around and saw Al with his men with a happy surprised look on his face. "AL"! You broke free from your mom's grasp and ran straight towards him. He smiled and when you reached him, he scooped you up and held you tightly in a warm embrace. "I missed you so much. You alright"?

"Never better".

Your mom slowly stood up and was not sure what to say at what she saw before her. Capone still held onto you as he and his men approached your mother. "Mom, this is Al Capone. He and the others saved my life". Your mother was speechless and only stared at him. "Mom"?

"Oh! I'm- I'm sorry. Who are you"?

"The name is Al Capone, it's a pleasure to meet you".

"Uhhh... Yeah. I am. I'm so... so... confused".

"Don't be" you said as Capone put you down, "he and the others saved my life". Al and his men looked proud of themselves but it was still pretty obvious that your mother was beyond shocked and very confused. "How is any of this possible"?

"Come with me, I'll show you" Larry said. Your mother followed but quickly took your hand and was hoping Capone wouldn't follow but Capone and his men followed after you and your mother. She felt so unnerved but only went along with what you said. If these people, or whatever they are, really did save your life, then they're immediately owed your mother's biggest thank you. But this was very different.

While walking along, Larry explained more about the situation and how this was all possible and hardly anyone else knows about this. A golden tablet given to a young pharoh named Ahkmenrah which possessed the ability to bring things to life at night. The tablet was brought here from an expedition on the nile as well as the young pharaohs sarcophagus but his moms and dads sarcophagus were sent to london in a different museum. The young pharoh was awake and, from your mother's perspective, he was very handsome.

"Hey Ahk, I was just telling... Uhh..."

"(Y/n)".

"-(Y/n), and her mother, on how your tablet works".

"Hey" you asked "Where's Napoleon and Ivan"?

"What" your mom asked with confusion.

"They should be out and around".

"Cool" you looked up at your mom, "I'm gonna go find Ivan and Napoleon". Your mother was speechless and wanted to stop you from going alone but Capone read her expression and said, "Don't worry, I'll go with her. Come on, boys". Capone and his men quickly followed after you leaving your mother behind to be very confused. Larry approached her and said, "She'll be fine. It's safe".

"I don't understand".

"I know it doesn't make any sense. Believe me. How do you think I reacted when I first started working here"?

"How did you react"?

"I was chased by Rexy, the dinosaur at the entrance. I'm surprised he didn't eat me" Larry said with a chuckle.

"Actually Larry" Ahkmenrah said, "Rexy would be incapable to do so since he has no digestive system". Larry rolled his eyes as your mother held back her laughter. Meanwhile, you were with Capone trying to find Ivan and Napoleon. You found many other exhibits that already knew you were coming and already met Capone and the others. Capone held onto your hand since he hadn't really had the chance to explore this museum yet. So he wasn't sure what to expect. But right now, he only cared about your safety.

While you all kept searching, you heard two familiar accents arguing. "Will you stop calling me that"!

"You both, dumb dumb".

"Do you have any idea who I am"!?

"Yes... You both dumb dumb".

"Strellsty, attack it"!

"Don't" you yelled. They all turned around and smiled when they saw you. You let go of Capones hand and ran towards them. Napoleon embraced your small form and soon Ivan did as well. "Glad to see you two aren't dead yet" Capone said as he came over, "Those big guys with swords and armor were kinda aggressive".

"Ah yes, them. They nearly killed me" Ivan said with dark tone.

"Good thing they didn't" you said with a smile. Al then said, "Come on, let's not worry your mother". Al got a rehold of your hand and had Napoleon and Ivan follow you and the gangsters. The atmosphere was silent other than the occasional question or remark. They then spoke of Kahmunrah. What would've happened if he had succeeded. They don't know but they're glad that he's gone and that he didn't kill you. They eventually made it back to your mother who understood the whole situation now and even more relaxed to see you still in one piece.

"Nice to see you again" Al said in a flirty fashion. Your mother smiled and saw how happy you were that he and the others were by your side. "I just want to say", your mother said coming forward, "I want to thank you all for saving my daughters life. I don't know how to express my gratitude".

"It was no trouble at all Mademoiselle" Napoleon said, "I'm just gald that (Y/n) is safe as well". Your mother smiled and thanked them all again.

"But anyways, I unfortunately have work in the morning and (Y/n) has school".

"Is my teacher still there"?

"No. I reported her and she was arrested for child endangerment. I'm gonna sue her".

"Cool" you said with a smirk.

"Anyways, say goodbye. We have to leave".

"Ok mom". You turned to Napoleon and Ivan and hugged them goodbye. The two leaders the walked off which left Capone and his men. Al got down to your level and embraced you tightly. "Don't worry, I'll see you again" he said.

"When" you asked.

"How about in two days" your mother recommended. You nodded your head and felt Capone kiss your forehead. "It's just two days, ok"? You nodded and he smiled at warmly. "I'll see you soon". Capone stood up and your mother took your hand. "And hey" Capone said getting your mother's attention, "Maybe I can see you more too". He gave a flirty smile to your mom to which she blushed slightly. "Maybe" she said with a flirty look. "I have to go. Goodnight".

"Goodnight".

You and your mother then left but all you thought about was getting to see Capone again. You even saw the looks exchanged from Capone to your mother. Does he like her?

We'll see...

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teenage-mutant-ninja-freak · 4 years

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wolf in sheep’s clothing

Mob! turtles au Turtles x fem! reader

Leo x reader

Summery: The turtles are 4 brothers who run the mob in New York and their territory is under threat since a serial killer (you) has taken up residence in the area. Bodies keep dropping and it’s being blamed on the turtles which is bad for business so they decide to do something about it.

Warnings: violence, mention of drugs and weapons, NSFW

((A/N I’m not a writer, I’m a dumbass with a dream to write some dark fiction so please save any nasty comments. Hope you enjoy))

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November in New York was always beautiful, the leaves become this vibrant burnt orange and scatter throughout the parks and roads, you can see your breath in the air and occasionally there’s fresh snow on the ground. Nothing quite tops that. You sit in your regular bar, Paddy’s, and take another swig of the beer sat in front of you. You’re sat close to the door so it gets a little chilly with the patrons walking in and out creating a cold breeze but you simply shrug your jacket on closer and ignore it.

The city is at a pivotal point with gang activity, the mob known as “the turtle boys” runs most of up town New York- selling guns and narcotics to lesser gangs. It’s a dangerous time you think to yourself as you shake off the four sets of eyes you can feel watching you from the corner. You finish your beer and stand to leave. Outside it’s dark and freezing, typical whether, you light up a cigarette, adjust your scarf and continue towards the ally that leads home leaving a swirling trail of smoke behind you; the end of the cigarette gleaming orange in the dim light.

You can hear the footsteps following you but you don’t quicken your pace. They’re free to do as they so please and have no idea who they’re messing with. Along with gang activity, New York has one other big problem at the moment: a serial killer. Their calling card? Strangulation. 7 bodies have washed up along the Hudson in the last 4 months all with the same abrasions around their necks from what the police suspect is barbed wire as well as stab wounds. You know it’s barbed wire, though. You’re the one who put them there.

The footsteps are gaining on you now and you stop in your tracks, take a deep inhale of your cigarette and turn to face them. You didn’t quite know what you were expecting to see but, the turtles boys wasn’t it. All adorned in beautiful, presumably expensive, suits they stare back at you with blank expressions but a slight look of worry in their eyes.

“Y/n L/n” the one in a blue suit calls to you. “you’re a hard girl to track down”

“laying low is my speciality. What can I do for you boys on this fine night?”

“cut the shit” the biggest one out of all of them cuts in. He’s wearing a black suit with a red handkerchief poking out of the pocket. Raphael you make a note to yourself. He’s going to be the hardest to take down. You smile sweetly.

“we can do this the easy way or the hard way” he finishes.

“do I look like an easy girl to you?” you turn on your heels and begin to run, if you can get them into the next ally way there’s a chance you can take at least one of the down before the others get to you, you think.

Out of breath and cursing never sticking to your resolution to do more cardio you make it to the next ally but the one you know as Michelangelo has gained on you and slams you into the brick wall on your right side.

“that’s no way to treat a lady” you say looking up at him, he grins, spits and decks you in the face. Everything goes black.

There’s a thumping in your head, you feel as though you have a concussion and your jaw aches like a motherfucker. Damn it you think to yourself, they’re more to handle than I thought. There’s some kind of sack over your head that has a sheer texture to it so you can sort of make out where you are. There are cupboards and you can hear the steady drip of water so a tap must be near by, you assume you’re in a kitchen. You try and move your hands but they’re bound behind your back, the same with your ankles. Motherfuckers. You reach into the back of your jeans, you knife is gone. They must have searched you, they’re more thorough than you gave them credit for. you shouldn’t have underestimated them, you’re the one who likes to be underestimated. Just a sweet little girl, wouldn’t hurt a fly; you’re a vegetarian for fucks sake, who would think of you as the ruthless killer that you are? you try and slide your arms under your butt to have them in front of you, maybe then you can get this bag off your head and see where you are. Suddenly, you hear movement

“She’s awake” one of them calls to the others. More footsteps and you know they’re all in the room with you. You feel the bag being removed from your head, some of your hair being pulled with it but you ignore the slight sting that it causes. You’re face to face with Leonardo who’s crouching in front of you

“Now” he begins “I think it’s time we get better acquainted, don’t you, y/n?”

“I thought mobsters were supposed to be sweet on women. They Cray twins, Al Capone, all real nice when it came to ladies. What gives?” you say to him.

“you’re no regular lady” he retorts. “We have sources that put you at the scene of 4 of the murders that have been going on recently and we just need to have a little chat about what you were doing there. We’d hate to have the wrong person”

you scoff. “Me? A killer?” you feign an innocent look. “Whatever are you talking about”

Leo stands up and you can really see his true height now. He’s an impressive man, about 6′4 and all muscle. That suit was really doing him some favours as well, you would water at the mouth but you had other priorities at this moment in time; staying alive being just one of them.

“what were you doing by the Hudson on September 6th when James Masters was killed” he asks

“Look, you’ve got the wrong girl. I wouldn’t kill anyone” you flash him your big doe eyes hoping that’ll score you some points with the big bad mobster. They wouldn’t really hurt a girl, would they? “I’m an art major at Columbia, I’ve got 2 brothers who need me” you try and summon tears but you just can’t do it so you settle for the odd sniffle instead “My mum calls me at 12 everyday and if I don’t pick up she’s gonna get worried”

A sharp smack flies across your face and you’re taken aback by the impact. You can feel liquid at the corner of your mouth and know that he hit you hard enough to draw blood

“Cut the act, what were you doing?” he repeated himself.

You take a moment to finally look around the room. There’s a table to your right with stacks of cash and guns on it as well as lots of tightly wrapped bags full of white power; cocaine you assume. The 4 turtles stand in front of you, Leo being closest, all with their arms folded doing their best to look intimidating. You laugh.

“I get the feeling begging isn’t going to work, huh?” you say

“Not today, sweetheart” the one who knocked you out, Michelangelo, replies.

“Well, would it please you to know that I was there to get rid of a body? That I’m the one who’s been ‘terrorising’ New York as the papers put it? or did I give that away too easily?”

“That’s not quite what we’re here about” the one in purple pipes up

“Oh no?”

“you see, James was an informant of ours and he had some…Information that could be very harmful to our organisation if it got out. And since he was tortured before he died, we want to know what he told you”

“let me see” you you paused for dramatic effect “I believe his last words were ‘no please stop, oh god no’. Does that have any significance to you?” you smile

Another slap. This one hurt worse and was making your already aching jaw hurt even more, you would definitely have a bruise if you made it out of this.

“looks like we’re gonna have to use the old school method” Leo states

“the old school method it is” Donatello agrees

He leaves the room for a moment and comes back in with a black bag which he opens on the counter. He takes out a white plastic sheet and some things that you can’t quite make out from the floor but they make a metallic twang on the counter when he puts them down. They’re going to torture me. Your heart sinks to your stomach. You aren’t a coward and you’re no stranger to pain, half of your victims put up a good fight and rough sex was prominent in your life, but you truly didn’t know any inside information about what the turtles operation held and there was no way they were going to believe you.

Donatello approached you, laying down the white sheet and shimmying it under your form so that it lay underneath you.

“look, guys…” you began “We don’t have to do it like this”

“A bit too late for that, don’t you think” Donatello replied as he pulled a scalpel from his pocket and pushes it down into your hand. You howl in pain and try and pull your arm away but his hand is already on your wrist keeping you in place.

“Just tell us what he told you” He states in an eerily calm voice

“He didn’t say an thing about you guys!” you bellow “I caught him tryna sneak date rape drugs into a girl’s drink and that’s why I killed him! It had nothing to do with you!”

They all look at each other and Donatello draws back.

“Even so” Leo began “He wasn’t the best at keeping secrets. I imagine he tried to make some kind of deal with you for his life”

“Yeah, that he would leave the city and never come back” They stare at you, unsure as to weather or not you’re lying. Mikey uses his arms to propel himself backwards to sit on the counter behind him; his legs swinging casually as he sits.

“So nothing about us?” he inquires.

Leo moves towards you, crouching down again so that he’s eye level with you; his suit hugging his muscles in all the right places. You decided to take a gamble.

“well…He did tell me one thing” you croon

“Go on” Leo almost whispers

Your hand was bleeding pretty badly at this point and a bead of bright scarlet blood dripped down between your fingers and on to the plastic sheet beneath you. If you wanted to live, you had to make them like you in some way. You lean in closer, almost nose to nose with the turtle’s leader.

“you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours” you say in your most seductive voice. He smiles at you, not quite sure what to make of your comment.

“I’m not following, little girl”

“Oh come on. Haven’t you heard that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar? Give me what I want, and I’ll tell you whatever you need to know”

He stays crouched in front of you, still staring into your eyes trying to gage weather or not you’re serious. “Leave the room” he commands without even looking back at his brothers. They do as they’re told, Mikey sighing slightly as he hops down from the counter and Donatello picking up his black bag of torture gear on the way out.

“what do you have in mind?” his eyes are locked on yours and you’re so close you can feel his body heat from where you’re sitting. He truly was an amazing creature, all muscle and strength. It made you wet just thinking about what he could do to you. You place one of your still tied up hands on his knee and run it down his thigh until you’re close to his crotch and look back into his deep blue eyes

“Oh, you know. A little bit of hair pulling here, some biting there. Just fuck me raw basically” your forwardness gets you a raise of his eyebrows and his mouth forms into a bigger smile. He looks down and then back up at you and begins to untie the restraints around your ankles but leaves your hands bound. This is going to be good.

He runs his hands down your thighs and begins to undo the button of your jeans to slide them down your legs, you kick off your shoes to help him get them over your feet. His hands go straight for your underwear. This guy doesn’t fuck around you think to yourself. Underwear off, he trails kisses down your inner thigh until he reaches your sex and parts your lips

“you’re wet already? Naughty girl” he jokes and you can’t help but blush.

He moves closer and takes one long lick between your folds exciting a moan from the back of your throat. He’s good at it, too, swirling his tongue in devilish ways over your small bead and occasionally sucking at it too. He places one thick finger inside your wet entrance and begins to curl it in pace with his tongue. you’re barely hanging on at this point as your orgasm is coming fast. He looks up from between your legs while still using his hand to draw circular motions over your clit

“It’s ok, babygirl. You can cum for me”

With one final stroke of his tongue and his permission your orgasm rips through you bringing tears to your eyes but he isn’t done yet. Moving up your body he lifts your top and undoes your bra taking his time to suck and kiss at your nipples. It’s as though he can’t decide which one he likes best but you don’t mind his indecision. You can feel his teeth pull the soft tissue of your left breast into his mouth as he sucks creating a small purple bruise and you humm in pleasure. He kisses your lips hungrily, inserting his tongue into your mouth just enough to taste the cigarette he must have been smoking before you woke up and you love the taste. It’s so manly. You take your still tied up hands to cup his chin as he does so and then move them down to feel his torso, His reptilian skin so rough yet smooth at the same time and you can feel his muscles twitch beneath the surface in anticipation.

He trails kisses and bites down your tummy before grabbing your hips and flipping you over, your face hits the floor but you don’t mind; you were guaranteed to be man handled and he did not disappoint. With your exposed ass in the air you can hear him behind you undoing his flies and you want to badly to look back and see him but the not knowing almost makes it hotter-that is until you feel him at your entrance. He’s thick. Almost too thick for you, he’s gonna stretch you open for sure and you can’t wait. Just as you think this you hear him spit and his fingers are at your entrance again making sure your wet enough for him. In one long slow motion he inserts himself inside you, filling you completely to the point where you don’t know if you can take any more. He bottoms out and you sigh in pleasure. He pulls out a little and then thrusts back into you hard over and over again at a punishing pace. His hands are on your hips but he removes one to smack your ass as he’s fucking you.

“harder” you almost beg

“that’s it baby, take all of me” he moans to you

the feel of the cold tile floor beneath your face is a nice contrast to the burning heat in your core and you know you can’t hold on much longer. He reaches around your body to play with your clit while he’s still pushing in and out of you at an astonishing rate while he takes his other hand and pulls at your hair forcing you to look up.

“Leo, I’m going to-I’m gonna” you practically scream before your second orgasm sends shock waves through your body. A few more thrusts and you hear him moan as he reaches his own ecstasy and cums deep inside of you. You almost collapse but his hands go back to your hips, steadying you. He pulls out and you can feel his seed and your own wetness leaking out of you and running down your inner thigh.

“wow, I haven’t been fucked like that in a while” you laugh

“I’m not done yet, baby” he taunts

flipping you back over onto your back you can see that he’s already hard again. Gods bless those mutant genes that turned him into whatever creature was kneeling before you. You don’t think you can take him a third time but before you have the chance to interject he’s inside you again and pumping in and out at an overwhelming pace. He runs his hand up over your breast to your neck and squeezes the sides of your throat, cutting off the blood supply to your head and you can feel your whole face redden with the pressure. He looks deep into your eyes, lost in his own pleasure. You’re mind is tingling with lack of oxygen and the force of his cock inside you and you’re close again. You slip your hands between your thighs and begin to play with yourself as he fucks you mercilessly, hand still at your throat. Suddenly your hands are pushed out of the way

“beg me to let you cum” he commands

you do as you’re told

“Please” you pleaded with him “I need this, I need it so bad please just let me cum”

He grunts as he thrusts harder, allowing your hands back at your pussy and you both cum at the same time. Bodies twitching in the afterglow of what had just happened.

He rolls to the floor beside you and lies on his back, both panting with exhaustion. He cups your sex with his hand.

“so, what did James tell you” he says as he catches his breath.

shit. you hadn’t thought this far ahead.

Fin.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leo x reader #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #tmtn x reader #one shot #mob! au #mob au #mobster leo #wolf in sheep's clothing #My fic

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(Any Category Villains) x Reader || Drabbles

Plot: Congratulations, you have caught character A’s (Italics in the ‘Includes’ section) attention and they’ve been bothering you since you met (Caught you sneaking into the museum, caught Peter Pan bringing you into Neverland, or you transferred to Dauntless and jumped) and you have upheld the front that you dislike / hate him but your real feelings are given away when you see Character B, who is a reincarnation of Character A, and you are visibly attracted to this person.

Includes (Italics = The love interest. // No italics = The one you gush over) : Al Capone and Frank Castle / The Punisher, Captain Hook (2003) and Lucius Malfoy, and Eric (Divergent) and Captain Boomerang.

Warnings: Looking at our line-up, I’m assuming theirs gonna be some swearing and, because of the topic their will probs be sexual references. Some THIRSTING

Notes:

I dunno who will want this but I wrote it a week ago and was having trouble adding the last two character (Freddy and Buckman) but I got a new idea for Buckman (And Hoyt, and Jafar. Ya’ll just sit back and wait for what I’m brewing with these unholy three) now so no worries! Imma just post it. I like Al’s at least ^^ NATM fans will be maybe happy :D

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Al Capone: Frank Castle / The Punisher ( @blueinkblot )

“So, you’re supposed to be the other me?” Al talks to his doppelganger with contempt in the other room, and you can just imagine the pinched look on his face. Chuckling about it, I get up from the lunch table and leave the break room, going to see what’s happening and oversee the visit – hopefully I don’t have to use the dreaded torch the museum gave me as a weapon,- , go-ghurt still between my lips and my teeth. Strawberry flavour! Its delicious. The cooling sleeve was a smart purchase, I think. Despite what Napoleon and Kahmenrah might say… Stupid, pompous bastards. Thinking yoghurt out of a tube is inferior to yoghurt out of a tub.

Pfft!

Rounding the corner, I see two Al’s. One of them is grey scale, of course, and he’s holding his tommy gun like it will make any difference in a fight if it came down to it, with is having no bullets and all, and the other looks like he’s recently been to war.

Oh, good, lord.

Really, he is as gruff looking as they come. Where Al’s clean and baby-faced, this guy has that sexy five o’clock shadow. He’s also buffer, human coloured and… is he taller?? I don’t know how it could be possible, but just way the way he looks at people makes him seem taller.

Suddenly he looks my way and I smile… but of course, I still have a tube of go-ghurt in my mouth and when I pull it out -a bit too excited maybe,- some specks of white yoghurt fleck onto my mouth. I go bright red with embarrassment and Al looks over to see what the new guy is looking away from, -me, - as I use my sleeve to wipe that stuff off. I miss his broad, knowing grin.

I flash him a toothless, joyless grin which I hope reads ‘Don’t talk to me, stop looking at me, don’t even mention me. I’m going to go find a hole to live in’ before raising a hand quickly to waive, slouching and slowly moping off to my hole. Go-Ghurt, how could you betray me like this!!

Ahhh, its better off that way anyway. Wouldn’t want Al to get to the idea that I think he’s attractive, haha. I sit down at the table Napoleon, Kah, Ivan and a couple other exhibits are playing go fish on and watch them play for a while, my legs stretched out under the table and arms crossed over my stomach, watching and not saying anything. Even when Kah matches a 6 of clubs with a 7 of clubs and no one else notices- I’d rather not set off any high-pitched French shrieking right now. My ears are still sensitive from last night, thank you very much.

When midnight strikes, they finally decide to give Go Fish a rest for the night, thank god, and disperse to separate areas of the museum. I’m just playing with the cards, shuffling them and organising them into suits and chronological order when Al plops down in the seat beside me. I glance at him between separating hearts and diamonds. “Your guy left?” Oh, thank god.

“Yeah; Said he had some work to do before the night was over.” He responds, and I nod in understanding. “Makes me wonder what kinda work he does, at night… with a gun… in all black… But I don’t ask questions.”

“Oh, you don’t?” I turn over my shoulder, set the cards down and look sceptically at him. I could have sworn he asks me a million questions about myself every chance he gets. “Do you?”

“Fine, I don’t ask that guy questions. I ask you, a lotta questions.” I make an immediate ‘Ahhh’ sound when he admits the first part and look back to my cards. I look right back at him through when I hear the legs of his chair scratch against the floor and find that he’s much closer now. “One more question.”

I raise an eyebrow at his mischievous face. “What?”

“Did you embarrass yourself checking the other me out?” A wide grin takes his mouth, and I gasp.

“I was no checking him out- and- and he’s not even like you, anyway. He looks completely different! In fact, I think he was 4 inches taller!” Okay, not quite that much taller, but if it gets under Al’s skin then fuck. Four inches is what I saw.

And it does get under his skin! His eyes go steely and he looks from you to where the guy had been a moment ago, then back. Pointing at the spot they were in, he exclaims. “There’s no way.”

“Oh sure, there was.”

“Bring a measuring tape tomorrow, we’ll see who’s really taller!”

I hold back a laugh, looking away from him and shuffling the cards again just to have something to do with my hands. “Sure, Al!~”

“You know what?” Ooh, he sounds frustrated. Success, for me! Yippee!

I grin, and ask him. “What?”

Then Al cups my jaw, drags my head around and plants a kiss right on my mouth. I shouldn’t- No, it shouldn’t have the effect on me that it does. I should push him off and leave, but I immediately transform into mush and turn fully to wrap my arms around his neck, tilting my head into it the kiss instead. I’m not gonna lie, I think, this boy can kiss. And maybe I’d been waiting for it.

A little bit.

Captain Hook (2003): Lucius Malfoy

“My dear Y/N come over here please! ~” Hook calls over to me from the lower deck, and I look up from my phone -surprisingly enough, I get great connection in Neverland,- like a sullen teenager, earplugs still in my ears, and wait for an explanation. What? What does he want? He’s keeping me hostage and now he wants something from me?? “I’d like to introduce you to my reincarnation! His name is Lucius Malfoy, he’s a wizard!”

For a moment I consider pretending I didn’t hear him, but then decide it’s always a good idea to stay on the good side of your kidnapper and huff. Getting up from the floor where I was sitting, I take my earplugs out and wrap them around my phone as I walk down the stairs to the lower deck where they are, stuffing it in my hoodie pocket when I reach them. “Hi, I’m Y/N. The Captains hos- “

“Consort! My fair Y/N.” A hook picks up a strand of my hair, and Hook watches as it slips off the hook.

What?! I look immediately up from the floor to Hook with a look of utter horror and ‘hell no’ carved into my features. Um, absolutely not- “Yes!” I hate myself for this, but what choice do I have? “That’s me, it’s nice to meet you- “

My mouth goes dry as soon as I see him for the first time and my expression softens quickly. So pretty! How?

I offer my hand to him to shake and he smirks -Lord help me, - and takes it, shaking for a good amount of time. “Lovely to meet you also, Y/N… Its funny, you look nothing like my wife. I guess reincarnation exists but not fate. Peculiar.” Hmmm, yes, or I was kidnapped. Not really his consort! Not at all!! No??!

Ahhhh, rats though. He’s married.

I run a hand back through my hair and take my hand back, smiling politely. Oh well. “Yeah, I guess! I haven’t really thought of it- Hook?” I turn promptly to him to keep up the conversation. I’m not going to. I’m anti-social and introverted. Besides, he started this. Conversation was thrust upon me.

When we connect gazes, I notice he was looking at me before I even turned. I flash a nervous, toothless smile and look away the ocean awkwardly. Oh, dear. What’s going on in his mind?

As they talk, and watch the ocean and feel… slightly, at peace watching the beautiful blue Neverland waves crawl over the expanse of water and the disperse into its depths after crashing. It almost feels like I’m back in Britain again… until a certain hooked arm hooks its way around my bloody waist and my head whips around to see what the hell he think’s he’s doing.

Plastering a smile on my face, I turn to my ‘husband’, giving Lucius a quick ‘excuse me a moment’, and gesturing for Hook to lean down to my level so I can whisper something in his ear. “Yes, hi. Hook. Get your fucking arm off of me; Your touch feels like gross bugs on me.”

He turns to face me, and our faces are uncomfortably close in this moment. “Dear, if you think I’m going to give up on you just because you’re too stubborn to admit you want me too because of some abomination of a moral dilemma then you’re mistaken.” My face burns, from embarrassment and anger -maybe just embarrassment? He touches his lips thoughtfully, then uses those same fingers to pull my chin up so I’m more at his mercy as his expression turns into a full smirk. Bastard. “And don’t think for one second that I somehow didn’t notice your reaction to my lookalike. I know just enough about how you feel about what I look like now to hold on. You will fall for me, you’ll see. “I watch with a deep frown on my face, heat running down my neck and into my clothes as he straightens up again to continue talking with Lucius. I take a deep breath, now that his focus isn’t on me anymore before he tugs me even closer against his body.

Eric (Divergent): Captain Boomerang (Keep in mind that I have never seen Suicide squad or anything else with Captain Boomerang)

Ohh, Eric was not happy about this. Eric isn’t happy about most things, unless they included the misfortune and pain of others and more recently, regrettably, me. But he reaaaaalllly hated this.

Contrasting drastically, I’m living for it. Naturally.

And the fact that ‘Captain Boomerang’, or Digger Harkness which is one of the sexiest given names I’ve ever heard, is gorgeous in that ruffled, dark way doesn’t hurt the situation one bit. No, it does not. Eric is villainous looking too, sure, but he’s so clean cut and angry looking. Its harsh on my irises.

“So, Captain, you said you grew up in Australia?” I’m enjoying this, and I’m sucking every morsel of joy out of it as I can- which means ask the Captain copious questions while Eric just stands with his arms crossed over his chest and tries to intimidate someone the same size and scary level as him, right beside me. I don’t know how he thinks that’s going to work out for him, but I think it’s the only form of offense he has right now to utilise. Poor, evil Eric. Boo hoo.

“That’s right, you ever been there?” He grins -he grins! The only time Eric ever grins is when he’s being cruel and because he does it so little, it’s kind of scary now. Very good for making birds fall out of the sky and babies cry, - and pats my arm. His hand is big, and I beam up at him because I’m getting attention from a pretty boy. “You’d like it, I think. Most people would.”

“Sure!” Will you take me, handsome?

Eric notices the Captain’s hand still on my arm before I do even, zeroes in on it, picks it up so tight I can see his knuckles are white and drops it back towards its owner. I press my lips together and bite on them, looking down at the ground for a moment to widen my eyes at the awkward tension.

When I look back up, they’re staring daggers at each other and it’s even more awkward. Eric! Could you go stand somewhere else possibly!?

Ooooor, maybe I will. This doesn’t seem like a safe place to be anymore.

“Well, it was really nice meeting you Captain. I have to go be somewhere else now, see yaaaaa,” I give him a jaunty and half-assed salute as I’m already occupied with turning and wheeling it out of there.

I was hoping to get away from them, but its two seconds out the door before I realise Eric has followed me. I continue on though, ignoring him and hoping he’ll get the hint- and screw off. I get that that’s a pipe dream though, so I’m not surprised when instead he starts speaking to me.

“So, what was that about?”

“Stop trailing me.”

“Answer my question.” He counters. Oh, scary stubborn Eric.

I know what he’s talking about. I know what he’s going to say. He’s going to say I think Captain Boomerang is pretty so I must think he is pretty- which is just not true!!

Is... is it?

No, no it mustn’t be that. I cannot be. I repeat, it c a n n o t be. “I refuse! Get off my tail Eric!”

He chuckles from behind me, pats my back and quickens up to leave me in his dust as he speeds down the hall effortlessly. “Sure, Y/N. Sure.” Soon, he’s out of sight, and I stop walking.

It… it’s not true, is it?

#Drabbles #Horror Drabbles #Slasher Drabbles #Divergent Drabbles #Misc Drabbles #NATM Drabbles #Al Capone #frank Castle #The Punisher #Captain Hook 2003 #Lucius Malfoy #Eric (Divergent)#Captain Boomerang #X Reader

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