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REMUS LUPIN | 13:53 — ONE NEGRONI
SUM : to help pay the bills and your tuition fee, you get a new job at an elite club where the tips are incredibly generous. you’ve met a majority of the clientele already but they don’t match the stranger who ordered a simple negroni
TAGS. : mafia au ; modern au ; muggle au ; mobster remus ; mafia boss remus ; bartender reader ; reader is a hard working sweetheart that must be protected! ; catching remus’ eye ; remus lowkey wishes he can be the one to do the protecting ; and maybe more ; for now, he’s a low key stalker ; but sexy… ; stalking is bad, don’t do it! ; this is just fiction! ; but hey! remus owns an elite club! wooooo! ; i don’t know how to feel about my interpretation of the marauders as mafia men/mobsters ; it’s growing on me… ; also, im casting peter pettigrew as Dane DeHan in this!
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It wasn’t as if you were new to the job; you had previously worked some years as a bar tender for a pretty well-established club, it paid well and managed to help pay for your rent and utility bills for most of your higher education years. However, all the built up stress and sleepless nights finally caught up to you. And you found yourself repeating a year, meaning that you needed to pay for your own tuition this year atop all the other monthly bills and necessities you keep up with. Perhaps it was the universe telling you that you needed to stop and change the direction of your life — you needed to choose an easier path, a doable path. But you were stubborn and also quite the optimist. So you kept at it, determined to finish what you started and earn your degree.
Yes, it was a let down but you were still breathing. Life just gets hard sometimes.
Thankfully, your past experience and phenomenal recommendation letter from your previous manager earned you another bar tending job at a very elite club, where tips were more than generous, considering the clientele composed primarily of the privileged class, some with multiple businesses under their belts, some who were phenomenal investors and some living off their parents’ money. You didn’t care to look too much into it, you were there to work and you were going to work hard and honestly.
The patrons surprisingly had very similar tastes and so, you fond yourself making the same types of drinks repeatedly. It made the job a lot easier and you were able to focus more on your delivery and interaction with customers, leading to more tips. Times were rough after having to accept defeat with your studies and repeating a year with your own funding but things were looking up. If you keep at it, you’ll make it out alive.
Your only complaint was the dress code. Make up was advised with a bold red lip but must be kept simple. You felt like a showgirl of some kind, squeezed into a high collar, white dress that came down to your mid thigh and with a low-cut, open back. The sleeves aren’t as long as you would like but, at least, you were permitted to use black kitten heel court shoe pumps as opposed to stilettos — your only saving grace, along with the higher salary and generous tips.
“Looks like we have a newbie working the bar,” Sirius points out, drawing all attention to your lively figure as you served drinks with a sweet smile and airy voice. A hum of curiosity vibrates through Remus’ chest and up to his lips at the sight of you, “certainly easy on the eyes, huh?” the tattooed, right-hand comments again as he looks towards the head of the table where Remus holds up his glass of Negroni.
“Very… innocent— a sweet, pretty, little thing,” James comments on Remus’ other side, which Peter grunts at in agreement as he takes a sip of his whiskey-sour.
“Looks like she doesn’t belong,” Peter nods before smirking and letting out a light laugh. The domino effect had James and Sirius laughing too as Remus smirks behind his glass before proceeding to down the rest of his drink.
“Exactly your type, eh? Moony?”
Sirius’ teasing comment is ignored. Instead, Remus calls for there server and orders another drink with an additional request that only confirms his smirking friend’s disregarded statement, “Have the new bartender personally deliver my drink for me as well,”
There was no higher authority that could dismiss the club owner’s personal request.
It was a strange request but you steeled your nerves and asked your fellow bartender to minister your unattended station while you made quick work on the order. It wasn’t unusual to receive requests like this from an isolated table that had privacy curtains for convenience. However, it was usually for drinks that you could make a show out of like a Holy Water cocktail, a Phoenix cocktail and even a Dragon’s Blood cocktail — a performance that you liked partaking in for the flammable aspect. But this was a Negroni. A cocktail of equal parts gin, saccharine vermouth and bitter Italian Campari. It’s a very egalitarian drink that was enjoyed by everyone, men and women alike, simple but elegant and definitely didn’t require a performance. Despite the odd summons, you were eager to fulfil your curiosity for who the client may be.
With a professional smile, you place refined mix in the middle of your circular tray with it’s classic orange garnish and set off to the table. The standby server, who made the order, saw your approach and quickly announced your arrival through the small front opening, momentarily disappearing into the shadow of the curtains. He reappears a moment later and pulls the heavy drapes fully apart, to reveal the guests from beneath the, once, opaque shadows.
To say that you were stunned was an understatement.
It was pure luck that you didn’t stutter in your stride and spill the cocktail prematurely. At the table was seated four men, all dressed in suits and ties that were in various states of disorder. Among their collection of suits, you could spot Armani and Tom Ford, however, you were sure that their unconventional styles were not the way those suits were intended to be worn.
One man with long, midnight-black hair and paper-pale skin had an array of mismatching tattoos littering both arms, revealed to you by his lack of a suit jacket and rolled-up sleeves. Another wore cute circular glasses and a cheeky grin with a suit jacket but no button up shirt and his chiseled upper body on full display. The last was a dirty blonde with piercing eyes and a deceivingly boyish smile. He had his ankle propped up on his opposite knee and several buttons undone where a tie should have been fastened over, his sleeves also rolled up as his suit jacket lay beside him.
It was the man at the head of the table, however, who stole your attention. If you had to guess who ordered such a simple but elegant drink, it would have to be him. He had his suit jacket draped over his broad shoulders and also had several of his top buttons undone, revealing some faded scars marked across his toned chest. His neat brunette hair and kind brown eyes gave him a deceivingly gentle appearance but his close company revealed a duplicity that caught and tensed your nerves.
You ignored the creeping goosebumps that prickled your skin, down from your toes all the way up to your ears.
Just do your job…
“Gentlemen,” you addressed kindly with a slight tilt of your head, which they acknowledged with their own hums of acknowledgement, their eyes lighting up in subtle surprise at your actions, “I have an order for a Negroni,” you raise your tray with the drink and scan the four for some indication as to who the order belonged to.
“That would be for me,” just as you suspected, it was the brunette with the kindest eyes but also the most ominous air. His voice is a deep and smooth lullaby, patient with it’s seduction on your senses. It was a trap that you resisted but are so hopelessly tempted to fall into, “Thank you, sweetheart,” he meets your eyes as you lower the drink into his large, outstretched hand. You notice how his knuckles and fingers are littered with scars also, some fresh, some faded with time and some hidden behind luxurious rings. Nevertheless…
He’s beautiful
She’s precious
“Not a problem,” you reassure with a soft voice, “have a good evening,” with your circular tray pressed against your side, you offer him an innocent smile and dismiss the butterflies in your stomach urging you to linger, “gentlemen,” you acknowledge the remaining three once more before offering another sweet smile. Turning on your heel, you leave the group and ignore the stares drilling holes into the back of your head.
She doesn’t know…
Once you were out of earshot, Remus turns to his closest friends and most trusted colleagues. They all share a look, one that conveys a unanimous thought. It isn’t long before their agreement manifests into knowing smiles and a ring of laughter shared between them.
“Don’t get greedy now, Moony,” Peter chimes in as Sirius throws his head back with a barking laugh.
“That’s not gonna stop him Wormtail, you know that; she’s a rare one,”
“So what’s the plan, bossman?” James asks with a raised brow as he brings his drink up to his lips.
Remus doesn’t answer right away, he simply requests that the curtain remain open so he can fix his fond gaze on you for the remainder of the evening. The group already knew what to do and sat at the edge of their seats, awaiting orders eagerly despite their slack shoulders and composed expressions. Only they were able to observe the shift in the air between them; it became charged as soon as you entered their circle and slowly started accelerating, parallel to the climbing affection in Remus’ eyes as he watches you smile at customers while making their drinks.
He takes a singular sip of his Negroni, bitterly sweet with a citrus edge.
Heaven in a glass. And made by an angel.
“I want a background check and profile put together immediately,” Remus finally orders, “I want to know everything there is to know about her,”
A/N : i downloaded some fics and read some over the holidays and there some mafia/mobster aus and i couldn’t help but picture remus as a mob boss, i’m sure im not the only one to ever imagine this but goddamn! why is it so easy to imagine sweet, gentle, responsible remus like that?!
NAVI.
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Rose
Fluffynightkiller Week by @help-im-a-gay-fish
Mobster AU by help-im-a-gay-fish & jann-the-bean
Ccino by black-nyanko
Nightmare by jokublog
Killer by rahafwabas / rahaf-wabas / rahofy-sketch
#smoking#zu art#comic#fluffynightkiller#fluffynightkiller week#killer!sans#nightmare!sans#ccino!sans#fem!ccino#genderbend#mobster au#undertale#undertale au#utmv#so beautiful yet so dangerous <3#the human versions won't stop me from drawing them as skeletons xd#(except for Ccino's hot leg in tights ;D)#no soul for Killer as well as no tentacles for Nightmare this time ٩( ᐛ )و♪#I also came up with a meme for them I might draw later xp
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Rewriting history in the 1920's
Been listening to Alice Francis' - St James Ballroom, Shoot him down and The Correspondents' - Fear & Delight on repeat and my gosh, I've been wanting to draw 1920's inspired Drakgo for along time now! I intended for this to be a joker card of a full set of Kim Possible playing cards (@creatorping pointed out that Kim would make a great King, Monique a Queen, Ron the Jack (of all trades) and I think Wade as an Ace) but it's a bit too ambitious to fully shade all those cards as well, maybe I do it in the future but for now nope.
Special thanks to my BF for knowing a shit-ton about weaponry and telling me what would suit the best. Got an entire list but I went in the end with Tommy gun. I'm not that good at drawing them tho :')
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Dangerous Places: 10
He slowly builds your trust over the next few weeks. It really is the little things, him noticing when you need something, like an ingredient or snack that you like. He’s already proven that he watches your numbers and has brought you several more records to play so it’s not so quiet in the house. The first time he gently touches your waist and you don’t flinch he hums softly,
“You’re getting more comfortable with me. ” He purrs into your hair and it makes your heart pound in the best way, “Good girl.”
“Thank you.” You don’t know how to handle the praise so this seems to be the best response.
“What are you making?”
“Peppermint truffles.”
“You sure love your sweets don’t you Bunny?”
“Yea, I like the challenge that they provide too.” You tell him as you work, Steve stays standing behind you. Previously this would have been far too close for your comfort but now you find you don’t really mind.
“I’m thinking this’ll be over in a month.” He says and you glance behind you at him.
“Really?” You don’t want to get too hopeful because it’ll hurt so much worse if you can’t disappear then.
“Yea, and I found someone who can take care of your brand. A friend of Bruce’s has some experience with burns, he’s going to come take a look later.”
“Will you be here?”
“No.”
“I’d like someone else here.”
“I’ll get someone,” he promises, “so good Bunny.” Steve says and it takes every ounce of self control you have to not preen.
The doctor that Steve had promised comes later that night. Carol is with you, of all the women that Steve could’ve asked you’re glad he picked her.
He walks you through the procedure, and while it sounds painful and scary you don’t care. You want the brand off.
“When can you do it?” You ask and he looks thoughtful,
“Right now.”
“Let’s do it.” You tell him and Carol looks surprised,
“You want to do this now?” She asks and you nod. There’s nothing you would like more than having the brand removed. “I’m going to call Steve while he gets set up.” She says and you shrug, she can do whatever she needs to.
When he’s ready you sit in a chair and he starts his work. The pain is indescribable, you can’t believe you’d gone through this once before.
“If you need to pass out just do it.” The Doctor says and you nod. Carol is watching and looks horrified, you can’t look. If you look you’re going to throw up, then pass out. You’ve got your eyes closed and you’re taking slow, deep breaths but the pain is too much and like the Doctor said, you pass out.
When you come to arms are around you and your arm feels like it’s on fire.
“How long?” Steve’s voice is right behind you, he must be the one holding you. He wouldn’t let anyone else.
“Maybe an hour?” Carol says and you blink your eyes open. “She’s awake.”
“Hey Bunny. How you feeling?”
“My arm is on fire.” You tell him going to touch it but he catches your hand with his before you can.
“You’re not supposed to touch it Bunny.” He says gently, “We have to put a cream on it and redress it tomorrow but leave it for now.”
“Hurts.” You whimper and he shushes you gently as Carol leaves the little house.
“I know. I’m sorry.” He soothes, for a powerful man he’s so gentle with you. It’s like he knows what you need, that quiet strength. “I’m proud of you though Bunny, you did a real brave thing.”
“I couldn’t look at it anymore.” You whisper and he hums, you’re pretty sure that he presses a kiss to the top of your head.
“I’m sorry it took so long. We can do something special when it heals.”
“Like what?”
“I’ll take you out, on a proper date.” He says softly, “if that’s okay with you.” You stare at where his hands are resting on your legs holding you gently to him,
“Yea I think that’d be okay.”
“Good. I have some work to do, you can come with me if you want.”
“What kind of work?”
“Paperwork. For my business.”
“What kind of mob does paperwork?” You ask and he chuckles softly,
“No Bunny, my legit business. Being in the mob doesn’t make that much money. I’m the CEO of my family’s insurance company.”
“Oh.” You’re surprised by this, all Crossbones had done was mob business. “What about Bucky?”
“What about him?” Steve seems
“Does he have another job?”
“He’s my head of security.” That makes sense, “you wanna come with?”
“What would I be doing?”
“Just keeping me company.” He offers and you close your eyes for a second, you’re content sitting here with him but he’s allowing you to leave the house. Even if it is with him.
“Do I need to look nice?”
“You do look nice.” He says and you look down at yourself. You’re in a black hoodie and a pair of black athletic pants.
“I think you and I have different ideas of nice.” You tell him and he laughs softly, “I’ll come with but I want to put on some jeans at least.”
“I can wait Bunny.” He helps ease you up off the couch and you go back to your bedroom and change into a black tee and a pair of jeans before putting on the brand new black tennis shoes Natasha brought you the first week.
When you go back out into the main part of the house Steve is standing by the front door. When he looks up at you his eyes travel the length of your body and it makes butterflies dance in your stomach.
“You ready?”
“To leave? Hell yes.” You tell him and he laughs softly.
“Okay, if anything goes down you listen.”
“I will.” At this point you’d probably agree to just about anything, he’s letting you leave your cage. Steve offers you his hand and when you take it he looks pleased, then leads you out of the front door and back into the warehouse. You’re fairly certain it’s night out but really you can’t be positive, it’s hard for time to exist when you don’t see the sun.
When you get outside you see you were right, the sky is dark and the air is crisp and you stop walking, you have no idea how long you’ve been in there but the fresh air smells so good. You close your eyes and breathe it in and Steve doesn’t try to get you to move.
“I’m sorry.” He says quietly, when you look over at him he looks ashamed of himself, “I should’ve let you come outside. I’ve been abusing you.” You’re not going to argue with him, it’s been absolute shit being stuck inside for so long. “I’ll do better.” You won’t get your hopes up, then again he usually makes good on his promises. The only one he hasn’t kept yet is letting you go.
“Can we ride with the windows down?”
“No, it’s not safe.” He says and you sigh softly but understand. You start walking and he joins you, as if he wanted to wait to make sure that you were ready to go before he brought you to the car.
“What is your family company name?”
“Shield Insurance.” He says pulling open the door in the back of the car.
“Is that home or car? What kind of insurance?”
“Mostly business.”
“Do you like it?”
“It’s not like my dream job but it’s fine.” He says sliding into the back with you. It’s then you realize Bucky is in the driver’s seat.
“What would your dream job be?” You ask as the car starts moving and Steve looks thoughtful.
“Artist.” Bucky’s voice chimes in from the driver’s seat, “he’d be an artist.” You’re surprised by this answer but Steve doesn’t argue, he gives a little shrug.
“Yea probably.”
“What kind of art?”
“I like to draw, I’ve started to get into painting lately which has been fun.” This is an interesting, and soft, side to the mob boss. “I like to do people the most.”
“From memory or do you have people sit for you?”
“Are you offering?” He flirts and you grimace causing him to laugh. You like being the cause for that sound more than you should. He’s a mob boss after all, you can’t get too attached, you swore you’d never get burnt again.
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Fuel to the Fire - Chapter 16
The one where Andy isn’t the type of man you can deny, even if what he wants is for you to become his mistress.
Andy Barber is a feared mobster and your best friend’s husband. There were more than enough reasons never to look at him twice. But when he lets you know that he wants you, there’s little you can do to stop the terrible trainwreck you know it’s coming your way.
for general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.
You weren’t in the habit of arriving late. Usually, Andy would pick you up on his way to work, and you’d arrive together. But he’d been so thorough on the way he’d used you the night before, he thought you deserved a few extra hours of sleep.
So he asked his driver to go pick you up around 10 AM, so you could join him in his office. Work had been coming easily to you. It was mostly just answering calls and letting Andy do whatever he wanted to your body, whenever he could find the time.
In all of your time there, you still hadn’t had a chance to make any friends or interact with any of the other employees, so it came as a surprise when you heard your name from the lips of the woman leaning over Andy’s desk when you got to his office that morning.
“I mean… I thought you weren’t interested because you were married,” she almost whispered, yet it was still loud enough for you to hear. “But now that she’s here, I know I have a shot.”
Andy laughed at that, and you smiled victoriously over the shoulder of the woman, who you recognized as Andy’s previous secretary. She’d obviously been nurturing feelings for him, and believing all she had to do was to get him alone in a room so that he’d enact upon them.
“Y/N.” He called you, much to your surprise. But of course he had noticed your arrival, the man noticed everything. “Would you care to explain to Bridget why I’m not interested in her proposal?”
You stood there in front of them for a little while, trying to figure out what it was that Andy wanted you to say. Bridget looked mortified and furious, all at the same time, her chest heaving with the power of her breaths, and you wanted nothing more than to tell her off.
So that’s what you did.
“Mr. Barber already has someone to satisfy him,” you informed her in your best professional voice. “Not that you could ever fill in the role, anyway.”
Bridget almost ran out of the room, and you turned to Andy, waiting to see if it was what he wanted.
“Come here,” he ordered, one arm stretched out to you. “I want to eat this little pussy.” It was his way of congratulating you, you knew that now. But the door was still open, and Bridget’s table had a perfect vision of Andy’s, so you hesitated.
And in that second of hesitation, Andy’s eyes darkened.
“Now.”
You stumbled in his direction, not thinking twice about following his orders now that you had inadvertently disappointed him.
“Undress.”
One by one, the pieces of your clothing fell off, making a mess out of his office’s floor, but he didn’t seem to care, so you didn’t, either.
You liked the way he looked at you when you were completely nude. It was like he was fucking you with his eyes, letting you know all of the nasty things he was going to do to you later.
“Hop on the table.” The second you were on the furniture, he was onto you, spreading your legs even further so his shoulders would fit in between them.
“I want to kiss you right here,” he said, already pressing said kiss on your clit, only to tease you and provoke an ungodly amount of lubricant to come out of you, in your need for him.
He knew it and he loved it.
“Relax, baby,” he spoke as he spread his hands on the inside of your thighs, licking his lips at the sight of you all open and ready for him. “I’m gonna take care of you.”
The flash of light surprised you, and you opened your eyes to find just a glimpse of Andy’s phone right before he hid it away inside his pocket once more.
“For later,” he explained, even though he didn’t have to. He was the boss, in the office and in your relationship. His word was law to you.
It wasn’t until the third or forth orgasm that he brought you that you realized his gaze was on Bridget the entire time.
#my series#fuel to the fire#andy barber smut#andy barber#smut#mobster au#andy barber series#andy barber fic#andy barber fanfic
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Drabble;
I Will Not Give You Up - Despite what his family thinks of you James Buchanan Barnes will not let you go easily.
Pawn; James Barnes let you go, but now he wants you back, and he takes what is his.
Pawn II; Accompaniment drabble to Pawn.
Obsession; James Barnes was taken with you from your first interaction. He wants to give you the life you deserve, but in order to do that he needs to take care of the problem. Your boyfriend.
* Sit Pretty; The boss isn’t happy with you.
Tell Me I’ve Been Lied To; James Barnes sought revenge. The victim? Your heart.
Bad Girls Don’t Get Rewards; (Steve Rogers x Reader) “bad girls don’t get rewards,” he replies, “go fix yourself up, and be quick we’ve got company coming.”
Bad Girls Do Get Rewards; (Steve Rogers x Reader) Apparently bad girls did get rewards.
One Shot;
New Beginnings; James Barnes wanted to give you the life you deserved.
Dame At The Diner; James Barnes want’s to talk, he won’t be taking no for an answer.
* Dame At The Diner II; Part II to Dame At The Diner, things get cleared up and James finally gets what’s his.
Boy’s Like You; James Barnes never meant to keep such a big secret from you, he was afraid he’d lose you if he told you, and he still did - or at least he thought.
Boy’s Like You II; Part II to Boy’s Like You.
* Rings; James Barnes show’s you who you belong to.
Mini Series;
A Maiden’s Tale; Growing up you found yourself working with your mother for the Barnes residence. You didn’t expect to make friends, much less find a person your heart loved. A love that you couldn’t have because it wasn’t written in their books, so you have to forget. Fast forward years later and your once more working for the Barnes residence, but now you’re working for their son, the one your heart yearned for, but will the set arranged marriage keep the two of you from one another.
Series;
Family matters; You should have heeded your father’s warnings to stay away, now HIS demons have come to collect, and they come in the form of the Notorious mob boss James Buchanan Barnes, but is there more than meets the eye?
The Light We Lost; James Buchanan Barnes had been it for you, and you wanted to believe that what the two of you had, was you making it. You wanted to be the other side of the statistics that actually made it, but your marriage wasn’t meant for this life. You fought hard to make your way back to him, to get him to see you, but life had a funny way of kicking you down when you were already down.
Tales Of Submission; (On Hiatus) James Buchanan Barnes king of Brooklyn, exuded power, he took what he wanted without repercussion. He had never been told no, been held back from getting what he wanted, until he met you.
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Lavender and Starflower (Mobster AU) - Chapter 1
The Dekarios Clan reigns over Waterdeep as the city’s protector for centuries. Suddenly, the Clan gets challenged by Cazador, the head of the Szarr Clan that rules over Baldur’s Gate. Of course, such an attack won’t be tolerated and the intruder must be forced back and out of the City of Splendors. While fixing destroyed protection sigils, Gale, wizard prodigy and heir of the Dekarios Clan, meets a charming stranger called Astarion. And Gale makes the biggest mistake of his life; he invites the pale elf into his home.
Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, graphic description of violence, non-con/rape, smut, angst, emotional rollercoaster, mobster AU
I have no idea where I'm going with this one yet, but I was inspired to start writing it when I saw this artwork by @arczism (I hope you like this mobster AU, Arczi <3)
The poem's my own, but is inspired by 'The Starry Night' by Anne Sexton. Also, I named the poet after her, lol.
This is obviously an AU that isn't related to my other work.
Ah, yes, Waterdeep. The City of Splendors. It was especially beautiful at this time of the year: autumn.
Gale Dekarios, wizard prodigy and heir of the Dekarios Clan, watched the pigeons on the balcony's parapet as he drank his cup of lavender tea. When he caught a motion in his peripheral vision, he smiled and said: "Not today, Tara. Leave the pigeons be."
The calico tressym – it's a tressym, not a cat, mind you – huffed.
"Can't a lady have hobbies?" she asked, miffed.
"You can hunt as many pigeons as you want, my dear Tara, but not the ones on my balcony because some of them are carrier pigeons and I need them."
The addressed sighed deeply, but walked back to the fluffy pillows in front of the crackling fireplace.
"Alright, I'll leave them be – for you. Because I love you oh-so much, Mr. Dekarios,"she said, long-sufferingly.
"Thanks, Tara," chuckled Gale and finished his tea.
Right on time, as always, there were three quick knocks at the door.
"Come in!" the wizard prodigy shouted while he stood up and took the jacket from the back of his chair.
A massive half-orc entered, long, black hair in a messy bun and a pair of glasses on his big nose.
"Good evening, Murk. How are you?"
"'m good, Gale, Sir. Are ya ready to go? The boss wants to see ya."
The addressed sighed, but nodded. While he followed his quasi-bodyguard across the halls of the Dekarios Estate, Gale straightened the collar of his black jacket. Modern formal wear. That's all the boss got today. Gale wasn't in the mood to don the traditional robes for the visit.
Murk knocked at the office door, opened it, and stuck his head in.
"Uhm, boss? Your son's here."
"Excellent. Come in – both of you."
Murk held the door open and Gale took a deep breath before he entered the spacious office.
Morena Dekarios, head of the Dekarios Clan and Archmage of Waterdeep, stood in front of the window and watched the vespertine hustle and bustle of the harbour. Her long, brown hair flowed over her shoulders and her back, spilling and curling like the sea. The dark purple robe she wore – she demanded to call it a robe even though it was more of a dress in Gale's opinion – hugged her curvy body and looked absolutely stunning. Morena was a gorgeous woman and anyone who claims that women over forty are unattractive has no idea what they're talking about.
Gale indicated a small bow.
"Hello, mum, how can I help?"
His mother smiled, closed the short distance between them, and stroke Gale's cheek tenderly.
"My darling boy," Morena said, "you look dashing tonight – even without the family robe."
She kissed his cheek – she was a rather tall woman – and hugged him tightly. Gale returned the warm embrace happily, but muttered: "What's wrong, mum?"
The addressed sighed.
"It's that pretentious prick of Baldur's Gate. That greedy bastard of a clan leader. Cazador." Morena spat his name like it was putrid. Then, she finally let go of her son, with furrowed brows and visibly enraged. "He already reigns over all of Baldur's Gate, but no, that's not enough for that utter prick! Now, he's waltzing into our city and thinks he can take it too! How dare he!"
"But," Gale furrowed his brows, "what's he doing here? The Szarr Clan never tried to expand their territory before. Why now?"
"I don't know, and that's what worries me," replied Morena. "As Waterdeep's Archmage family, it is our duty to keep the city safe. Szarr's lackeys already tried to break multiple protection sigils in the city. And for some reason, they're attacking brothels first." Morena frowned. "I don't know what Cazador's goal is exactly, but I won't let him run around in our city and frighten our prostitutes! They're very important for our business and the best unconventional way to receive certain information. I won't tolerate Cazador's behaviour and we will show him where he belongs and with whom he's messing with." She sighed and brushed a stray hair behind her ear. She looked at Gale and continued in a much softer tone. "Dear, I'd like you to check on the brothels and fix the broken protection sigils. Meanwhile, I'll have some meetings to attend to calm down certain politicians, nobles, clerics, and other people in power who act like scared chicken."
"But, mum, it's Friday night. Everybody's out partying with their friends," Gale objected.
"Dear," Morena look at him with raised eyebrows, "you neither have friends, nor do you like partying."
"Ouch."
"Well, don't try to fool your mother. See you later, my darling boy."
"See you later, mum."
Chuckling, Gale kissed his mother goodbye and left the Dekarios Estate with Murk. Together, they made their way through the city, from brothel to brothel, and took a look at the damage.
Gale was confused about Cazador's attempts to break the protection sigils of brothels. It would make much more sense to do this to spells cast on the bank, government buildings, or the homes of nobles instead.
Maybe, it's some kind of reverse psychology trick, pondered Gale. What else would the Szarr Clan want to achieve with unsafe brothels?
After repairing the last protection spell, Murk fidgeted around, slightly bashful.
"Uhm, Gale, Sir? Since we're done with work, could I stay here and order a drink or two? And maybe a girl?"
"Of course, Murk. I'll find home by myself," Gale answered with a chuckle. He waved everyone goodbye and left through the back door. Sighing deeply, Gale looked up at the small strip of the night sky that was visible between the buildings' roofs.
"Lovely night, isn't it?"
Startled, Gale turned to find the man who'd spoken the words - and the sight took his breath away.
There were silver-white curls, striking eyes, pale skin, and black leather. So much black leather.
The man, an elf, smirked. A haughty little thing that didn't show his teeth (which were probably perfect too, Gale imagined).
"Cat got your tongue?" the stranger teased.
"No." Gale cleared his throat. "I simply didn't expect company for my stargazing.
'And the day drowns in the darkness of the sky,
while the night boils with sparkling stars.
Painted with fae dust and magic in jars,
oh, starry night, this is how I want to die.'"
"Hmm... Annelore Nixton. I love her poems," the elf mused. "They always have a certain inclination towards the macabre."
Gale beamed at him, asking: "You know her poems? You have no idea how rare it is to meet someone who knows her. I mean, sure, Elven poets aren't popular with most humans, but -"
He paused when he heard the stranger chuckle.
"An admirer of Elven poetry. How droll." The handsome stranger smirked again and held out his hand. "My name's Astarion and with whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"
"Gale. Gale of Waterdeep," replied the wizard and shook the offered hand. It was cool to the touch and Gale wondered for how long Astarion had been standing out here.
"Well then, Gale of Waterdeep, how about a drink? Or something else?" the pale elf asked.
"Something else?"
"Mh, yes, darling." Astarion placed a hand on Gale's upper arm and stepped closer. A wave of rosemary, bergamot, and brandy wafted over, and Gale inhaled deeply. Gods, Astarion smelled so good. Smirking knowingly, the latter leaned in, purring: "You could recite more poetry to me. Or, we could have some fun."
Gale swallowed thickly.
"Fun?" he squeaked.
"Sex, darling. Only if you want to, of course."
Gale paused, looking Astarion up and down.
"Are you a prostitute? I mean nothing against said profession, I'm very openminded. You're just very blunt about your approach and –"
"Even if I would be a prostitute, I wouldn't charge you," interrupted Astarion. "You caught my eye and I think you're endearing and sweet. I can even imagine that you have a library at home."
"I do, in fact," Gale said proudly. After a moment of hesitation, he asked the one thing his mother forbade him to ask. "Would you like to see it?"
The elf's smirk widened.
"I'd loved to, darling. Take me home."
And Gale opened a portal and, for the very first time, invited a stranger into his home.
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#fanfic#lavender and starflower#mobster au#astarion x gale#astarion#astarion ancunin#gale#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#morena dekarios#mystra#cazador#cazador szarr#tara#tara the tressym#oc#original character#murk the half-orc#mind the trigger warning#mobster monday
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mobster bob ayyyy fuggedaboutit
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Betrayal in the Shadows
Summary: An undercover cop, Bucky Barnes, and a mob boss, Y/n, struggle with their intense connection as their worlds collide and ultimately shatter in the face of betrayal.
Pairing: Cop!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Mobster!Reader
Warning(s): betrayal, angst, no happy ending, sad!bucky, sad!reader
Bucky Barnes had been working as an undercover cop for the past six months, infiltrating the inner circle of one of the most notorious mob bosses in the city. He had seen and done things that made his stomach churn, but he couldn't deny that he was drawn to the woman in charge. She was fierce, intelligent, and incredibly beautiful. They had an intense connection that kept pulling them together, despite the danger that lurked around every corner.
Y/n, the mob boss, had never felt such a strong attraction to anyone before. Bucky Barnes was a mystery to her, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to him. She trusted him with her life, and he had proven his loyalty time and time again. They spent long nights together, planning their next move, and their conversations often turned personal. They talked about their pasts, their dreams, and their fears. They knew each other better than anyone else, and yet there was always something unsaid between them.
One night, after a successful heist, they found themselves alone in the back of a dimly lit bar. The air was thick with tension, and they both knew what was about to happen.
"You know we shouldn't be doing this," Bucky said, his voice low and husky.
"I know," Y/n replied, her eyes locked on his.
"But I can't help myself," he admitted, moving closer to her.
"Neither can I," she whispered, before their lips met in a heated kiss. It was like nothing they had ever experienced before, and they both knew that it was just the beginning.
But their moment of bliss was short-lived. Suddenly, the door burst open, and a group of police officers stormed in, pointing their guns at them.
"Hands up where we can see them! You're all under arrest!" one of them yelled.
Bucky felt his heart drop as he realised that it was his squad. He had been so focused on you that he had forgotten that he was a cop, not a criminal. He was here to do a mission, not fall in love.
Y/n's expression changed from shock to heartbreak in a matter of seconds. She knew what this meant. She was going to prison, and her empire would crumble. She looked at Bucky with tears in her eyes, and he could see the pain and betrayal in her gaze.
"Bucky, how could you?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"I'm sorry," he said, his own voice filled with regret. "I didn't want it to end this way."
"You betrayed me," she spat, pulling away from him. "I trusted you with everything, and now you've destroyed me."
"I know, and I'm sorry," he said, taking a step closer to her.
"Save it," she said, turning away from him. "You've done enough damage already."
As she was dragged away and placed in the back of a police car, Bucky watched her disappear into the night, feeling like he had lost a part of himself. He knew that what they had was special, and he had been foolish to think that they could keep it a secret forever. He had betrayed her trust, and he would have to live with that for the rest of his life.
Y/n, on the other hand, was consumed by a feeling of emptiness. She had built her entire life around her criminal empire, and now it was all gone. She had never thought that she would fall in love, especially not with a cop. She had trusted Bucky with everything, and now he had turned against her.
Their connection was shattered, and there was no going back. What could have been the best thing in their world was destroyed before it could even begin. There was no happy ending for them, only a bitter end.
A/N So, I've decided that I will now be writing for Bucky too :)
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lemme know if you'd like to be tagged in anything Bucky related
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Train Delay
Pairing : Mobster Yuri Boyka x Reader
Warnings : Semi-Public sex, Grabbing him in a public space, rough fuck, smut (18 or over only), tearing clothes, spitting
Word count : 2395
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It’s just an average daily ride on the train. The metal beast hissed to a halt, and all the passengers at the station shambled on. The conductor announced the next stop and it lurched forward as it started back up again.
It’s all like clockwork..more or less.
At 6:15 the train arrives (15 minutes late); at 6:25 it leaves the station. Everyone is to be seated by the time the train has departed, that’s when the men leave the front of the train to take their tribute from all the passengers.
Each person hands over a little wad of cash to the large man as he walks down the aisle, and they are allowed to go about their own business.
The mob has run the train since you were a little girl riding with your mother, and not much has changed other than their going rate.
You could have driven a dozen times over by now, but you choose to take the more dangerous way into town just to see him. The large bear-like man in front of the train car, ready to collect the cash for his boss.
He had been the center of your attention since you’d started taking the train into the city about a month back. Your car battery had given out and you had to catch the next public transport out of town.
You remembered the rules and had some money ready when this beautiful burly man stepped in. His heavy boots made the old metal squeak under his feet as he made his way down the row of seats.
Your hand shook as you curled it around your few dollars. The definition in his muscles could even be seen from where his shirt was clinging to his body from the little opening in his coat. The v at the top showed off the dusting of chest hair, and you knew if you got to run your hand down his torso you’d just melt on top of him.
His beard was well trimmed but still thick, and the same could be said about the line of hair at the top of his head in a flat mohawk with a buzz cut on each side.
When you hesitated to hand him the cash that day; too zoned out, staring at him; he’d barked at you to quit stalling, and your heart nearly leapt from your chest.
By the next day you were back on the train, and the same as every morning he was seen walking down the aisle to collect the money. You’re seated at the back of the train-car as you waited for him to make his way to you.
You hold the little wad of money in your left hand with the aisle of the train to your right.
When he made it to your seat, he huffed an irritated sigh, but instead of asking you to hand it over, he'd begrudgingly leaned in above you to take the cash. His peck brushed your shoulder as he towered over you and it left you holding your breath.
You didn’t know what had come over you at that moment, and in a split second your hand pressed to his clothed crotch. The shaft of his cock was in your very grasp through his thick jeans, and the mere thought of its actual size made you sweat. You hear his voice catch in his throat with a grunt before he looks back at you with his jaw nearly hitting your lap.
Your hand was there for just a moment as your terror filled eyes met his dark gaze. You're basically holding your breath until you quickly let go, but he doesn’t move just yet. He leans back up slowly before twisting his head to the side with a pop from his neck joint.
He shakes himself out of the uneasy headspace, and walks past you to collect the rest of the money before leaving through the door at the front of the train car.
You were terrified. You didn’t mean to do something so obscene, it’s like your muscles were moving on their own. You basically just assaulted a man on the train. A MOBSTER no less, and you grabbed his dick in broad daylight!
Your heart was pounding so hard you could feel it rocking your body back and forth. If it beat any faster, it would pop right out of your tiny body, successfully spraying half the train in a hefty coat of red regret.
You wanted to sink into the frayed pleather of your seat as you fretted for the rest of the ride, not taking notice of a pair of brown eyes staring daggers at you through the glass of the door sitting at the front of the train car.
Even as the old metal creaks and the train shakes on the uneven track, his gaze never wavered.
When you finally arrived at your station it was a lurch of pure relief, and you couldn’t get away fast enough. You practically bolted out of your seat to push at the door before it even opened. Your haste only garnered a few unsavory stares, but by the time you’d rushed out of the train, nobody cared about this strange lady running towards the women’s restroom.
You needed to take refuge in the only small space you could find. You push through the door and grab ahold of the nearest sink. The stalls were empty and the bathroom nice and quiet. You’d think you were finally free to be a nervous wreck in peace, but you’d be a fool for believing so.
Not once did you take notice of the thunderous thumps of heavy boots meeting the stone floor, as a greatly disgruntled entity followed not too far behind.
No, you didn’t realize that the consequences of your actions had walked aright up behind you until it burst through the door. The flimsy wood clacked against the wall and all that could be seen was that big mean mobster, brown eyes on fire as they stared you down.
“You think you can just run away?!” Those heavy boots were almost as loud as he was. Your lips lock tightly together and you can only shake your head in response. He could break you with one hand; a once exciting fantasy now filling you with fear.
Fear that still pooled in your core while making you shake before him.
‘Thump, thump, thump’ is all you here as he backed you right up against the sink “Open your fucking mouth and speak, bitch!”
“No..sir! I wasn’t running from I-I swear!” Oh, but you were, you ran away from the big bad mobster only to lead him to this secluded place where he could crack you over his knee without any witnesses.
“You think that was funny? Is this joke to you? You grab the big man and everyone will laugh?”
He waves his hands at the indication that you’d embarrassed him on purpose for a cheap chuckle.
“No, no. I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me! I swear I wasn’t joking with you!” The terror is more than evident on your little face, as you try not to get yourself broken in half by this Russian thug.
“No joke?” His big menacing body corners you back towards the sink until your dress-clad ass is squished against it. You’ll have to grip the side of the counter just to keep from backing up onto it all together. Your efforts were fruitless as each of his large hands grips you by the back of the legs and pushes you the rest of the way onto the counter.
Your thrown on your side and have to scramble to sit up and face him. Your little sounds of struggle bounce off the tiles walls, and yet each one falls on deaf ears. He just stands and watches as you squirm before him, hands still gripping the sides of your legs to keep you from kicking at him. But, your intentions would never be to push him away.
One of his hands slides from your thigh over the fabric of your stockings to grip your ankle. The other hand travels inward between them, letting his nails dig into the shear pantyhose and tearing at it like cheap strings.
“This what you want?!” His voice lowers, it’s almost a request as well as a warning. A softer side of him that only peers out from behind his prickly exterior. Maybe it’s his way of giving you a chance to run away from the scarier part of him. You didn’t want to run this time, but your silent at first as you knuckles turn white from gripping the countertop.
“Answer!” That softness is gone in a matter of seconds, and you stutter out “Y-yes, please. I-I want this..soo bad.”
You slowly pull your legs apart to nervously invite him in, and each of his large hands rest on your thighs where had had destroyed your stockings. It was an obstacle that needed dealt with, much like your little white cotton panties were to him now.
“Good girl. Saying please. Next you say ‘thank you’?”
You nod, but the words don’t come out. He didn’t expect an actual ‘thank you’ and in turn he doesn’t brutishly scold you this time.
He stands right between your legs, but his hand goes straight for the jugular with a tight squeeze. He leans in and bites at your lips and cheek before stealing a violent angry heady kiss, as he fumbled to unzip his jeans.
Your head is pushed too far to look down and see the shear size of what you once had against your palm. You figured it was long and thick, but now that it was hard, pink, and angry, you would have gasped at its girth and realized you would truly be ripped open.
Your breathless as he squeezes the life from your little neck, and the only sensation is his tongue wiggling around yours as the blood rushes to your head. The hand that isn’t anchored to your throat pulls at the soft white fabric that blocked your entrance in a fist full of panty.
His lips leave yours with an audible smack, and you can feel the soft head prodding at folds as it collected your slick dew before pressing into your needy little opening.
The pain of his stretch was dulled along with all of your senses until his hand unclenches from around your throat and a rush of oxygen hits your lungs and brain. He shoved himself to the hilt, practically tearing you apart just as you took your first breath.
His hand snakes around the back of your neck to anchor you as he drags and pulls himself gingerly, giving you just a little reprieve. Now that your airways were open, a stream of moans and wails erupted from your chest to echo around the small space.
His voice was low, nearly a growl, as he dragged himself along your tight walls and hugged you close. It was like being squeezed by a hungry bear. Soft and suffocating, yet just as dangerous.
Through the dull throb of pain and the twist of sweet pleasure you can feel yourself shiver in his arms. Your core flutters and flexes around his thick cock, the the point that it almost hurts to squeeze around him.
The drag of his cock and the lingering graze of his teeth against your skin makes the dim light overhead turn into a bright white as it creeps into your vision.
His thrusts sputter as he shakes your body to meet his. Hi leans in to bite one last kiss from your lips before bottoming out and breaking past the back of your cunt. His thrusts were now sloppy and wet as he filled a complete stranger full of himself.
He can feel a little bit of it leak around his cock as a shudder runs up his spine. He could feel a chilling sweat that had built up under his coat as the cold world came creeping back in.
His knees nearly buckled underneath him and he had to rest your weight back onto the counter to keep himself steady.
He pulls himself away slowly, mesmerized by the sight of his seed spilling out of you and dripping to the floor. When he looks back up, you're still staring at him with wet needy eyes watching him tuck himself back into his jeans.
You were like a sweet little trubochki, filled to the brim with crème.
You try to plant your feet back onto the floor, but the second you touch the ground your heels go sideways.
He grabs you be the waist to steady you as he’s growling out a harsh but breathy “stand the fuck up.”
You can barely comply, and his hand shoots out to clamp down around your jaw. Your mouth is propped open by the force of his thumb and fingers digging into the sides of your face. His lips pucker slightly and a quick spurt of spit is hawked right onto your tongue.
You squeal a little as the taste of cigarettes and coffee stain your little pink muscle.
“Watch your fucking hands next time, yeah?!” His face is still close and his once booming voice was quiet and yet still dripping with aggression. 
“Yes sir” you answered quickly. It was a miracle you could even breathe, let alone respond. One hand barely holding on to his sleeve; another white knuckling the porcelain edge of the sink when he lets you go. It’s almost like free-falling as your ankles shake from the strain of just holding your own body weight.
You had let go of his coat before he turned to leave you, storming his way out of the ladies room. You could still taste and even feel the wad of saliva he’d spat onto your tongue, and now, as you were alone to savor it, you let yourself take a slow swallow.
‘Next time’ will echo on and on in your head for the whole ride home.
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Here's a rough draft of the intro to my Mafia AU Fanfic!
The first thing you'll see when you step into Olympus is blinding lights and tall, tall buildings that grab like claws towards the sky, as if to consume it whole.
Music bustles from every corner, and with that music comes smoke.
Thick, choking, black smoke that mixes with the smell of sin and drugs and alcohol, filling your lungs and mugging your head with bliss until you stay.
Nobody who's lived in Olympus has left for good. The sin that resides within itself is what grabs at you and holds you back until you cave and stay.
You cannot leave.
#pjo#pjo hoo toa#pjo au#nicobaster#alabaster c torrington#nicodiangelo#im so excited for this#mobster au
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Redraw reigen, mobster version
i am normal about this official art i swear
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Dangerous Places: 9
His hands are on the couch on either side of your legs but he’s not touching you.
“You’re bleeding!” You snatch up his hand to examine it before you know what you’ve done.
“I’m alright Bunny.”
“Glass? Did you punch through some glass?”
“Just a little.”
“We need to clean it.” You tell him and he stands pulling you up with him. You go to let go of his hand but he keeps holding yours, he gives you a little half smile.
“You should hold on. Wouldn’t wanna get lost on my way to first aid.” You roll your eyes at him but drag him along behind you anyways. “You’re moving better, are your feet feeling better?”
“Yea,” you tell him, “is there any glass in your cut?”
“Nah Bunny.”
“Wash it out please.” You tell him before pulling the first aid kit out from under the sink. When he’d been here Hulk had restocked it so you know that everything should be good to go. Steve turns on the water as you get out the gauze wrap and a pair of gloves.
You tend to his cut knuckles gently, making sure you wrap them tight enough to stop the bleeding but not so tight that it’ll cut off circulation.
“You’re good at this Bunny.”
“He got into a lot of fights on his way to the top. I was expected to care for him in every way he demanded.” You say softly focusing on the job you’re doing.
“I can do this.”
“No, it’s alright. I don’t mind, it’s kind of nice feeling useful.”
“What have you been doing all day?”
“Reading. Sleeping. Cooking a little. When the girls are here we talk.” You’ve talked about him more than you’d like to admit. He’s an extremely powerful mob boss but the girls really didn’t have much bad to say about him. His legit businesses give back to the community as much as they can, he takes care of his employees and is known for his weirdly strong sense of justice.
“If I could get you some things to do what would you want to do?”
“I don’t know.” You admit, you really don’t know what you’d want to do. “I miss music.”
“Music?”
“Yea, I know that I can’t have my phone but I like music more than tv for background noise. I hate commercials though.”
“So radio is out,” he says, “I’ll come up with something.”
“Oh, thank you.” You tell him securing the gauze around his hand. “Would you like to eat?”
“You don’t have to serve me Bunny.”
“I’m going to eat so if you want to I can make two plates.” You suggest and he hums softly,
“You’re sure you don’t mind?”
“I’m sure.” He studies your face for a moment then gives you a little nod. You move away from him and open the fridge then dig out the leftover lasagna. As you prep for dinner he leans against the couch and texts someone on his phone. You test your glucose then take some insulin while the lasagna reheats.
“Is there anything I can do?”
“Get your drink?”
“Okay.” He takes out a beer from the fridge, “What do you want?”
“I just do water.”
“I’ll get it.” He says as you drop your needles in the hard plastic bottle that you’ve been using as a sharps container.
You eat in silence, it’s not exactly uncomfortable but it’s also not comfortable either.
“You made this?”
“Yes.”
“It’s delicious.”
“Thank you.”
“You like cooking right?”
“I do.”
“You need anything for something you wanna make tell the girls, they’ll get you whatever you need. They’ve been kind right?”
“Absolutely.” You’re a little surprised by this question, why wouldn’t the girls be nice to you?
“I know Carol can be a bit harsh sometimes.”
“She’s just honest, which is kind of nice.” You tell him and Steve looks surprised. “What?”
“You seem to read people well. Quickly too.”
“You kind of have to in this life don’t you?”
“I suppose. What have you figured out about me?” He asks, his voice is even and calm but you won’t be telling him anything. If you offend him he could get angry and you’ve seen what his fist can do to glass, you don’t need to see what it could do to you.
“I don’t know.” You say softly after a bite of lasagna. This seems to be the safest thing to say and he studies you.
“You’re afraid you’re going to anger me. You won’t.” It seems he’s good at reading people too, “I know you said actions, and my actions today probably show you that I have a temper, which I do, but the anger wasn’t directed toward you. Not unless you betray me and I don’t think that’s going to happen. Do you?”
“No.” In all honesty that depends on what his definition of betrayal is. The second he lets you go you’re fucking gone, which Brock absolutely would have seen as betrayal, as for Steve, you don’t know.
“Alright then we won’t have any problems.” He goes back to eating like it’s nothing but you have to force yourself to eat, he hasn’t given you reason to really trust him yet. The girls, you’re getting more comfortable with them but you’ve also got your guard up. You’ve been fooled before, you won’t let that happen again. When you’re done eating Steve picks up your plate and brings it to the sink to wash and put into the dishwasher.
This starts a pattern, he shows up everyday for dinner. He never does any work when he’s with you and it’s so easy to forget what he is. He’s charming and kind and brings you a record player with three boxes worth of vinyls.
It’s not until one night when you’re sleeping and he comes in, gently waking you, with a glass in his hand that you realize his attention to detail.
“What’re you doing?” You murmur confused, it’s the middle of the night and he’s in pajama pants and a zip up sweatshirt.
“You’re double arrow down and at 85, you need some sugar.” He tells you handing you the glass, “it’s apple juice.”
“Oh.” You take a sip and stare at him in the darkness. “How did you know?”
“Bruce hooked me up to your system, it alerts me if you’re too low or too high.” You won’t tell him but you’re impressed.
“What time is it?”
“2:30.” He came all the way over here at 2:30 in the morning to give you juice? “Drink up Bunny.” He coaxes so you take another sip. Sometimes drinking the juice too fast makes you feel sick but you don’t want to crash either.
Once you finish the juice Steve takes the glass back.
“Thank you.” You say softly when he’s at the door. He nods and closes the door softly behind him.
When you told him actions would prove to you that he wasn’t like Brock. This is exactly what you meant when you said that, you don’t know how far he lived from here but the fact that he’s got an alarm set up to make sure you stay healthy. You get up and make your way out into the main part of the house and are surprised to see Steve in the living room.
“Everything okay?”
“Yea, I’m just going to test with my test strips. Sometimes the sensor is a little slow.”
“Okay.” He says standing and following you into the kitchen. You test and see that you’re going down still, but it takes about fifteen minutes to see any change.
“Do you need more sugar?” He asks as you take everything apart.
“Not yet. It won’t show for at least fifteen minutes.”
“Wanna sit up with me?” He offers,
“Um. Okay.” So you join him in the living room, “could, could you get me something to sew?” When he looks up at you in surprise.
“Sorry Bunny. What was that?”
“I like to cross stitch, could you get me a project to do?”
“Do you want to look online?” He’s going to trust you to use the internet?
“You’d let me?”
“Yea.”
“Thank you.” You pause, you have another question for him but you don’t want to annoy him.
“What else Bunny?”
“Hmm?”
“I can see there’s another question in there. What is it?”
“How long will I have to stay here?”
“A bit longer.” You feel defeated, it might not be so bad if you had a time frame rather than just question marks. “I’m sorry. We’ve got to be careful about this. If they know I’m coming it’ll be a war rather than the execution I want.” He says it so casually, “I’ll try and have a better answer for you soon okay?”
“Okay.” You agree before standing.
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t have my sensor to check my sugar.”
“I can.” He picks up his phone from the arm of the chair and looks at your number. “Oh, good 90 and steady.” You stand and make your way back toward the bedroom.
“Good night.”
“Night Bunny. You need anything and I’ll be here. Don’t wanna leave you alone.”
“Oh, okay.” You tell him before closing the bedroom door and going back to bed.
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I like to think it wasn’t all bad, but that’s just the romantic in me
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It’s Sam to you
Title: It’s Sam to you
Square Filled for @samwinchesterbingo: Mafia Sam
Square Filled fo @spnaubingo: Dean/Pamela
Square Filled for @spnfluffbingo: Mafia AU
Summary: A long-gone love returns to ruin your relationship.
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Mobster!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader
Characters: Dean Winchester, Ruby, Pamela Barnes
Warnings: angst, language, self-doubts, established relationship, shy reader, Dean is a douche for a moment or two (he means well, though), fluff
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“Dean, what’s the surprise,” Sam has you tugged in his side. He kisses your hair, hating that he must break another promise. He wanted to take you out. This weekend should’ve been only you and him.
Now his father planned one of his huge parties. You know, the kind of party you only ever hear about behind closed doors or see in movies. John Winchester invited half of the mob, and the other half wished he invited them.
“Sammy, come on. It won’t be a surprise if I tell you about it, right?” Dean grins as you hold tight onto Sam. You don’t like too many strangers around, especially when your boyfriend of four years planned a special getaway only to tell you last minute you need to attend a party first. “What’s wrong with you, sweetheart? Don’t you like me anymore.”
“I’m just—” you bite your tongue. Dean likes to tease you all the time. You are a little shy when it comes to meeting new people or being around too many people at once. You feel self-conscious and insecure sometimes. “It’s nothing, really. We had plans, is all. You are Sam’s brother, of course, I like you.”
“Aw, your girl likes me, Sammy,” you don’t like the way Dean acts tonight. He’s a bit grumpy, loud, and well, an ass, once in a while. But tonight, it’s more than that. Dean’s eyes seem to be glued to you, and you don’t like this one bit. “How about I show you the surprise. Are you ready?”
“Dean, I’m not five years old. Just tell me why you are grinning like you are on the best stuff ever,” Sam sighs as you hide your face in his shoulder. He doesn’t like that you feel uncomfortable tonight. Sam wanted this evening to be special, and now, it’s ruined thanks to his father and Dean. “If you don’t tell me why you ruined my night, I’ll just leave.”
“Fine. Fine,” Dean points at a woman standing next to his fiancé. A beautiful brunette. She’s wearing a red dress with a long slit on her left side, revealing he leg and even her panties. “How about we got to Pam and talk to our special guest.”
Your boyfriend is not in the mood for games but agrees to get it over with. He takes your hand and guides you toward Dean’s fiancé Pamela and the mysterious woman Dean was talking about.
“Pamela, babe. Look who I found,” Pamela turns to flash you a smile. She’s one of the few people in Sam’s life you feel comfortable around. “Sammy and Y/N.”
“You look beautiful tonight,” Pamela pecks your cheek. “Don’t let her get to you.” She whispers and you furrow your brows.
“Sammy,” the brunette coos. She steps closer toward your boyfriend, smiling wildly as you can only watch her kiss him on the lips. You swallow thickly, feeling like someone just punched you in the guts.
Sam seems to be as surprised as you are. He allows the nameless woman to place her hand on his chest and chat him up. Your hand slips out of his hold as you take a step back.
Sam is talking to the woman, missing that you excused yourself to run toward the restrooms, slamming the door shut behind you.
Tears stream down your face as you remember the name he just breathed out as if it was a prayer he forgot about. Ruby. Sam’s former fiancé and the woman breaking his heart. She left him eight years ago, and he has never been the same again since then.
You take deep breaths and try to blink the tears away. “He’s your boyfriend, Y/N. Sam loves you. Go back out there, grab his hand and act as if you don’t feel threatened by his beautiful and self-confided ex-girlfriend.”
It takes you five more minutes to find the strength to leave the restrooms. You gulp in more air to calm your nerves.
“There you are, sweetheart,” Dean casually strolls toward you, acting as if he didn’t just push Sam’s ex-fiancé into your boyfriend’s arms. “We should talk.”
“About what, Dean? The gorgeous woman you invited to the party to make sure Sam will leave me,” you sniff, wiping your eyes. “Why would you do such a thing? What have I done wrong that you want to break my heart?”
“You see, I like you, sweetheart. You didn’t do anything wrong,” the elder brother sighs deeply. He hates to do this to you, but he must protect you and Sam. “Y/N, you are a cute, smart, and nice girl. And therein lies the problem. You are too nice; a good girl living in a different world. Sam is a dangerous man, a mobster and he killed people.”
“I know,” Dean gasp as you jab two fingers into his chest. “After our first dates, Sam told me about his…profession.” You lick your lips. “Sam knew things are going to get serious from that point. He never lied to me, Dean. Your brother gave me choice.”
“You know…everything?” cocking his head Dean watches you intensely. “He never said a word. I thought you still believe he’s the family lawyer or crap. Why did Sammy never tell me so?”
“Why are you asking me, Dean? He’s your brother. All I can say is that Sam wanted me to know what I get myself into when I fall in love with him,” you wipe your eyes. “I guess this doesn’t matter now. You brought the one girl he never forgot back into his life.”
“Y/N, I—” the mobster huffs as you can’t even look him in the eyes. “I never wanted to hurt you, sweetheart. I did what I thought is best for you and Sam.”
“There you are,” Sam calls out your name. “Baby girl, I was looking for you. You said you want to go to the restrooms half an hour ago. I was worried sick.” You don’t look at Sam when he cups your face to peck your temple. “Never scare me like that again. My father invited all those dangerous people. I don’t want them to touch a hair on your head.”
“I didn’t think you’ll notice that I’m not around any longer,” you quip.
“What do you mean, Y/N?”
“You looked pretty occupied with your ex,” Sam presses his lips to your cheek. “Maybe you should go back to her. Your brother is right, I’m not the kind of girl you want to keep around.”
“What are you talking about, baby?” you can hear the panic in Sam’s voice as he looks down at you. His features soften seeing the tears run down your face. “Y/N, I love you. I talked to Ruby and made sure she gets that I’ll not tolerate that she kissed and touched me in front of my girlfriend.”
“A girlfriend who worked for an attorney lawyer,” Ruby spats behind your back. She stalks toward you and Sam, her hands balled into fists. The look on your face tells you she’s not the kind of woman taking rejection well. “Did you know that? Huh, Sammy?”
“It’s Sam to you,” you smirk as Sam twirls around to growl in Ruby’s direction. He rises to his full height, or so it seems, as your boyfriend looks so much taller (if that’s even possible) when he glares down at his ex-fiancé. “Of course, I knew about her internship at Cole Trenton’s office. That’s how we met.”
“Wait, you met at Trenton’s office,” Dean laughs as you simply roll your eyes at Ruby’s question. “I knew she will get you into trouble.”
“Gosh, Ruby. Were you always dull?” this time you laugh. “She was at a restaurant with a friend. Trenton started an argument and I stepped in. The moment I laid eyes on Y/N I knew she’s the one for me.”
“It was more like you loved that I threw my drink in that asshole’s face,” you chuckle as Sam ignores Ruby and turns his attention back toward you. “What? It’s true.”
“Maybe,” Sam gives you his puppy dog look and the smile he reserves for you. “I was enchanted by you, baby girl. I had to fall for you.”
“Same,” Dean makes an odd noise when his brother hoists you up to press you against the wall behind you to kiss you fiercely. His hands paw at your ass and you wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him back. “Fuck, we should leave the party and go somewhere else, baby.”
“Yeah,” you breathlessly reply. You feel like the most beautiful girl in the world as Sam looks at you with soft eyes, and a sexy smirk on his lips. “Where do you want to go?”
“I did not forget about the getaway we planned. Let’s say our goodbyes to Pamela and my father. He will understand that I need a few days off,” he pecks your lips, smirking as you eagerly kiss him back.
“You shouldn’t carry her around like that,” Dean interjects. “How about you take the back entrance and I explain to father that you had to leave. This is all my fault, Sammy.”
“We will talk about this later,” snapping his head toward Dean your boyfriend narrows his eyes. “I get that you are always worried about me, but I’m a grown man now. No one tells me who I’m allowed to fall in love with.”
“Sammy…I’m sorry.”
“You better are,” while Sam carefully helps you stand, Ruby calls his name once again. Your boyfriend ignores her. He acts as if she’s not even around. “I will go on vacation with my girl and don’t want to hear from you or father for the time being. We will have a serious conversation when I’m back in town…”
Sam takes your hand to guide you away from his brother and a fuming Ruby.
“And just you know, Ruby. If I ever see you near me, my family, or my girl again, you won’t like what happens.”
“Sam are you sure that this is okay?” you look at the cabin, smiling as it’s beautifully nestled in the woods. “Sam?”
“It belongs to our family, baby,” he pecks your hair. “We can stay as long as we want to. No one is going to disturb us here. No phone calls, no annoyingly and overprotective big brother, and no business. Only you and me.”
“Only you and me,” you smile up at Sam. He cradles your face with his hands, kissing you slowly.
You will spend a whole week at the cabin, talk about the past, what happened at the party, his family and planning your future.
The day you return, you're wearing his ring and a bright smile.
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Lavender and Starflower (Mobster AU) - Chapter 2
The Dekarios Clan reigns over Waterdeep as the city’s protector for centuries. Suddenly, the Clan gets challenged by Cazador, the head of the Szarr Clan that rules over Baldur’s Gate. Of course, such an attack won’t be tolerated and the intruder must be forced back and out of the City of Splendors. While fixing destroyed protection sigils, Gale, wizard prodigy and heir of the Dekarios Clan, meets a charming stranger called Astarion. And Gale makes the biggest mistake of his life; he invites the pale elf into his home.
Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, graphic description of violence, non-con/rape, smut, angst, emotional rollercoaster, mobster AU
I was inspired to start writing this fic when I saw this artwork by @arczism
The poem's my own, but is inspired by 'The Starry Night' by Anne Sexton
Also, I named the poet after her, lol.
This is obviously an AU that isn't related to my other work.
Gale's suite was probably the cosiest part of the entire Dekarios Estate – even though his mother had a love for homeliness too. Still, nothing compared to Gale's rooms. The walls were panelled with wood and mostly covered in overflowing bookshelves, the creaking floorboards were warmed and cushioned by knotted carpets from Halruaa, there were potted plants on every windowsill, and the ever-crackling fireplaces added to the cosiness.
Astarion turned around his own axis and whistled.
"Gale of Waterdeep, what a luxurious home you have! I'm impressed." With that haughty smirk, he added: "Is your bedroom as lavishly decorated? With a canopy bed and dozens of pillows and a romantic swing in the corner?"
The addressed gave a little embarrassed cough.
"My bedroom's rather plain, but I do have a canopy bed."
At that, Astarion grinned wider, but still didn't show his teeth.
"My, my, you sure are full of surprises," he purred, slinking closer. He wrapped his arms around Gale's neck, gazing at him through long, white eye lashes. "Why don't you show me some more?"
Gale swallowed nervously and licked his lips.
He realised three things at once; one, Astarion was even more beautiful in the light than in the dark, two, Astarion's eyes were ruby-red, not brown like he'd thought they were, and three, Gale was truly and utterly fucked.
He'd never desired a person so carnally before. Gale hadn't thought that was even possible for him. But now, that he stood in his living room, lulled in by the pale elf's bedroom eyes and his intoxicating smell, he wanted. He wanted Astarion. To have him. To devour him. That unfamiliar feeling burned so hot in his chest that it almost physically hurt, and Gale felt like he'd die if he didn't give in to the urge. He swallowed again.
"Astarion... may I kiss you?" he whispered into the silence of the room. The addressed blinked at him as if he was surprised to be asked such a question. Then, his eyes softened and he smiled as he leaned in.
"You may," Astarion answered and their lips crashed together instantly.
It felt... Gods... It felt like nothing Gale had ever felt before.
Of course, he'd traded his fair share of kisses – he was almost forty, thank you very much –, but it had never felt so intense and all-consuming before.
Unintentionally, the wizard moaned into the kiss and allowed Astarion to take the lead and explore his mouth. The elf's tongue was surprisingly cool, but Gale didn't care. It caused him a pleasant little shiver that he enjoyed almost a bit too much.
Way too soon, Astarion drew back, reminding the wizard: "You need to breathe, darling."
The addressed gulped in lungfuls of air. The elf smirked, then, he spoke: "And before you think I just pretended to like poetry to get into your bed, here's the proof;
'But eventually the stars dim at the sky,
and even the moon is swallowed up by the light,
and the next morning comes, new and bright,
oh, starry night, this is how I want to die.'"
Gale couldn't help himself but smile fondly at the other man. He leaned closer until their foreheads touched and muttered: "Thank you for finishing the poem, Astarion, but I believed you the second you said Annelore Nixton's name."
"Don't mention other people's name when you're trying to seduce me, darling," the addressed teased lightly.
"Is it working?" Gale asked breathlessly. "The seducing, I mean?"
Astarion paused, frowning a tad.
"It is," he answered, sounding almost surprised.
The wizard chuckled and pulled him into another kiss.
"Bed, darling," the elf murmured, but it ended in a moan when Gale kissed his neck. There was a scar there and the wizard was curious of its origin, but he thought it would be rude to ask about it now. Instead, he took Astarion's hand and guided him to the bedroom. It was the tidiest and most modest room in the suite. With a snap of the wizard's fingers, the candles ignited, illuminating the room.
"Mmh, handy," Astarion muttered against Gale's ear. He nosed along the wizard's throat and licked across the junction where neck meets shoulder.
"You smell delectable," the elf whispered. "I want to taste you."
"Please," Gale groaned and buried his hand in Astarion's silky-soft hair. The latter drew back before he dropped to his knees and Gale stared.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" asked the elf.
"No, it's just... You don't have to do this if you don't want to."
"What gives you the impression that I don't want to do this?"
There was a small frown between Astarion's brows.
"Nothing. I'm just... just checking in on you," explained Gale, suddenly self-conscious.
"Oh..." The elf blinked. He seemed confused. "Thank you, but I'm quite alright. How do you want me?"
"Any way you take me," the addressed answered truthfully and blushed furiously when Astarion shot him a dirty grin.
"Well then, Gale of Waterdeep, strip and lay down. I want to ride you."
Oh. Oh, Gods. Gale couldn't hold back a whimper at the image his mind so helpfully conjured up for him. Hastily, he did as he was told, stumbled to the bed, and all but crashed onto his back in the most inelegant way possible. He heard Astarion chuckle and when he lifted his head, he saw the pale elf kneeling at the foot end of the bed. Completely naked. Holy Mother of – Gale quickly swallowed the saliva that was suddenly pooling viciously in his mouth. Again, Astarion smirked knowingly.
"Do you have lube, darling?"
The elf wasn't even done asking when Gale's hands already started rummaging through the lowest drawer of his bedside table. The wizard quickly handed his partner a vial of oil and Astarion set to work, fingering himself open. He put himself on full display, Gale noticed. Making a show, just for him. Somehow, Gale didn't like it. It seemed too forced, to unnatural, too... rehearsed. The wizard sat up and looked at the elf.
"Can I touch you?" he asked.
"Of course," Astarion moaned, rocking back on his fingers.
Gale crawled over and ran his hand over the other man's shoulder while he observed him. Even though Astarion seemed aroused and rather into it, he wasn't panting. Gale moved his hand across the elf’s chest and belly, and stroke his trim waist.
"You're beautiful," he said reverently.
"Thank you. Not enough people mention that," replied the addressed and gave a little groan when he successfully hit his own prostate.
Gale stroke Astarion's hair tenderly and asked: "May I taste you?"
"Yes."
As soon as Gale got his answer, he bent down and took the elf's cock in his mouth. With a gasp, the latter's hips bucked up, almost choking the wizard.
"Oh, Gods! It has been so long since the last time anyone –"
Astarion didn't finish the sentence. Instead, he moaned, loud and blissful, and for the first time, it sounded genuine. Gale liked that, thus, he doubled his effort, paying extra attention to the sensitive glans. Astarion threw his head back and moaned again. His unoccupied hand slipped into the wizard's shoulder-length wavy hair. Not to push, only to hold. To ground himself, probably.
"Gale," Astarion whined. "Gale!"
The addressed noticed the tension of the elf's stomach muscles, the twitch of his inner thigh, and braced himself. With a noise, that landed somewhere between a moan, a sob, and a scream, Astarion came. And Gale swallowed it all eagerly.
"Oh, f– Oh, f-uck!"
The elf collapsed onto the bed, landing on his rear, with his legs folded on his sides like a baby deer's. Gale sat up, swallowed again, wiped his mouth, and asked: "Was that... alright?"
"'Alright'?" Astarion barked a laugh. "Gods... you almost killed me with that wicked mouth of yours."
The addressed turned crimson, but still had the wits to reply: "Well, my mouth can do more than cite poetry."
"I'm aware now," snickered the elf.
For a moment, they just sat there in comfortable silence and let Astarion recover. Still, Gale noticed how painfully hard he was, and couldn't help but give himself a few strokes to relieve some of the pressure.
"Oh, darling, you poor thing," Astarion cooed. "Let me make it up to you."
And with that, he pushed Gale backwards into the mattress. The wizard was surprised by the lithe elf's strength who seemed almost malnourished with the way his abs were showing. But he forgot to think straight as soon as Astarion sunk down on him. Gale groaned as the elf's body engulfed him. It felt heavenly. It was so tight. So... cool? The wizard frowned a bit. That was weird. He didn't remember a person's body ever being – And in this moment, Gale's brain got scrabbled as Astarion rolled his hips in such a way that had the wizard's eyes rolling.
"Ooh! Oh, Gods! Astarion..."
Gale found hold on the elf's pale thighs.
"Yes, darling. Call my name," the latter spoke. "The only thing you remember shall be my name, and you shall shout it when you come inside me."
He did that things with his hips again and Gale bucked up into him with a desperate whine.
"Gods, Astarion, please... Please, kiss me."
The addressed hesitated even though he kept his hips moving. Then, he bent down and complied to the wizard's wish who moaned wantonly. He was addicted to kissing, Gale decided. He loved kissing the elf. This stranger he'd just met tonight and who he'd let into his home, into his bed, and into his heart.
Astarion drew back, sat up, placed his hands on Gale's chest, and started to bounce in the wizard's lap. The latter's brain almost short-circuited which... was new. That had never happened before. Not with anyone. Not even with Mys–
"Say my name, Gale of Waterdeep. Say my name."
"Astarion..."
"Again."
"Astarion."
"Louder!"
"Astarion!"
"Again!"
"Astarion!"
"Yes!"
The elf, who kept rolling his hips, finally started to pant, and when he threw back his head and his spine arched beautifully, his pearly-white teeth glinted in the candlelight. His fangs glinted. Fangs. Ah. That explained everything. Gale heard a choked-off sob.
"Astarion," he panted pleadingly. "Kiss me again. Please."
This time, the addressed didn't hesitate and complied immediately. Gale climaxed with a long and loud moan, clutching Astarion's thighs, while the latter whined into the kiss and started to shake apart too. Then, the elf collapsed onto the wizard, his head buried in the latter's shoulder, still trembling slightly while coming down from his high.
Gale sighed deeply and opened his eyes. He felt truly and thoroughly fucked out – and his mind was still blissfully quiet.
"Why didn't you just tell me that you're a vampire?"
The sudden question hung in the air like a heavy spell and Astarion tensed. Just as a precaution, Gale held onto the elf's thighs a little tighter. He didn't want him to run away.
"I –" Astarion hesitated. "I didn't want to scare you off, nor did I wanted to end up with a stake between my ribs. Vampire's aren't exactly liked – for good reasons, I must add. I'm a mere spawn though, not a fully-fledged vampire. None of the benefits, but all of the inconveniences."
"Hm, I see," mumbled Gale. "Are you hungry?"
The elf's head shot up from where it had laid on the wizard's shoulder.
"I beg you pardon!"
"I didn't mean to offend you," Gale explained hastily, "but before... when we started... you asked if you could taste me, and it just appeared to me that you maybe meant it more literally than figuratively. So, I ask you again; are you hungry? Because if you are, I'd gladly donate some of my blood to you."
Astarion stared at him, long and intensely, as if he was looking for the catch or the lie. The wizard waited patiently. Finally, the elf dropped his tense shoulders and sighed.
"Well, that's an unexpected offer... and I'm – I'm always hungry, really. But usually, I – Well, it's not important."
Astarion gave him a beaming smile, finally showing all of his beautiful teeth, but Gale looked at him, frowning.
"Why are you always hungry?"
"Well, usually I – Hm... My master prohibited me from drinking the blood of thinking creatures. I don't know how much you know about the effects of a vampire lord's words on their spawns, but when he gives you an order, you must follow said order, no matter if you want to or not. It's literally not in your power to refuse your master's words. Your body's being puppeteered against your will. Your own body doesn't belong to you anymore. You're a thrall, through and through."
"So... your master... his orders still apply to you? Does that mean he's still alive, or does his orders still take effect even after his death?"
Astarion kept quiet for a moment, then, he answered: "I'm a free vampire spawn. I have no master anymore. But his words still echo in my mind, even though they don't actually apply anymore. Thus, I still only consume the blood of animals."
"Your master's dead then?" Gale probed. "How did that happen? Did monster hunters kill him, another vampire, or you?"
The addressed pressed his lips into a thin line. He obviously didn't want to talk about it.
"It doesn't matter," he finally muttered. "I'm free now."
Gale was itching to ask more questions, but he did what he usually never did; he dropped the subject. Instead of pressing on, he simply nodded and kept silent. It was the right thing to do since Astarion's handsome features smoothed out and he rested his head on Gale's shoulder again, relaxed.
"Just let me stay like this a little longer, darling."
A unfamiliar, weird kind of panic got hold of Gale and he pleaded: "Please stay with me."
He felt Astarion smile against his collarbone.
"Alright, darling."
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