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A Saint with the Lips of a Sinner (Steve Rogers X WOC! Reader)

Summary: Y/N is forced to attend the biggest mob in New York party, dealers from across the country coming in to discuss business, with Steve and Bucky’s whereabouts in the center of all of it. Y/N must entertain the guests and keep everyone happy, but a surprise guest shows up in need of a drink, unbeknownst to the danger that lies ahead for him. And the secret he uncovers.

Author’s Note: So.... I hope you guy’s liked the last part, it was very short and eh but this one I’m proud of and it’s the start of something very AWESOME, mob au’s are so interesting to me and I love Tony Stark but I needed a villain. I’m excited for this and please leave feedback! I love it :) and head’s up, Steve isn’t so gentlemanly in this chapter ;) IT’S SO SHORT I’M SORRY

Warnings: Some fluff, my dudes, a little angst, mild language, and SO MUCH SEXUAL TENSION *awkward winks*

Word Count: 2058

FC: Tristin Mays

The bar bustles with life, patrons of the service and people dancing all unaware of the inner workings going on right under their noses, secret dealings and trades with the people that run the town. Tony Stark buttering up some of his colleagues in one corner, and a deal being made in the next. A speakeasy vibe hangs in the air along with the stale cigarettes and booze, paired with the scent of deceit and mischief.

Y/N steps lightly in her stiletto heels, red, satin, slip dress clinging to curves and fitting her frame nicely. So used to wearing baggier or casual clothing that she rarely notices the lingering stares on her body when she passes tables, staying out of the limelight as much as she can. She’s not used to being so dressed up.

Her involvement in Stark’s business starting to cost her more than just her time, now proving fatal for both her and a certain new friend of hers. But she holds her head up, anyway, keeping her shoulders back when she walks, because mobsters, do smell fear. If you’re not completely confident or sure of yourself, you’ll be the first to go, and even if she wasn’t an official member, the same rules apply.

Then, while passing the entrance to speak to Tony, she hears a familiar voice speaking to the security guard, old friends by the tone of conversation. She pays no mind to the idle muttering, casting it off as a figment of her imagination or side effect from lack of sleep, until her eyes move past a head of blonde hair and eyes that resemble emerald, flecks of sapphire and gold in its rims.

Her eyes go wide when she finally realizes and she turns to him, both of them locking eyes and his mouth opening to say something, ask why she’s here. But she’s quick, taking his hand in her own and dragging him into a forgotten hallway no one goes into, holding him against the wall until they’re out of sight.

She places a hand over his mouth and speaks furtively, “Why the hell are you here?”

His eyes crinkle with amusement, slowly pulling her hand out of the way with a hesitant smile in its place, “To get a drink?” he says, as more of a question than an answer. “Why? Is there something wrong with that?” he looks her over once before smiling, “You look beautiful, by the way.”

Her skin burns from his flattery but she shakes herself out of it before he can take notice of it, so she drops her hand completely, “Do you have any idea who runs this place?”

“The Columbos, why?” he furrows his brow.

“Do you know what else they run?”

It takes him a minute to realize his grave mistake before he sighs aloud, throwing his head back in frustration, “I’m an idiot,” he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“You know, for a wanted man you sure have a way of making yourself known in exactly the places you shouldn’t,” she takes a step away from him.

He looks her over quickly, meeting her eyes again, indignantly, frowning slightly, “You work for them... don’t you?”

Her heart leaps into her throat and she evades the question, looking to the floor instead of answering, and he doesn’t meet her eyes either.

“You set me up,” he concludes with a sullen expression and guilt etches itself into her features.

“I didn’t,” she says quietly, stepping closer to him when she hears footsteps nearby, threatening to find their location. “My brother’s Sam Wilson...”

“What does that have to do with anything? You know I trusted you-”

“I’m sorry!” she says, a little too loudly than intended before dulling her voice down to a stealthy whisper. “Will you let me finish, Rogers? I promise it’ll make since when I’m done,” she pleads. “Okay?” her voice breaking towards the end.

He nods after a moment and the lump in her throat finally leaves way for her to breathe again, heart still hammering in her chest, but not just from the secrets.

“I have no choice to be here, Hercules, my brother betrayed Stark and took me as collateral, if I mess up or step out of line, Sam’s dead, along with the rest of my family. The worst part is I’ll be the one forced to do it with a gun to my head, but knowing this business, I’ll get a bullet through the skull too even if I do comply.”

The words are thick in the air like a fog none of them can see through, until he finally breaks it, “I’m sorry,” he says sincerely.

“You don’t need to be,” they lock eyes and neither one dares to lets go.

“So the other day... talking in the coffee shop, that was all fake?” he stares her down, but rather than intimidation, she’s met with vulnerability and confusion.

She rolls her eyes, both conflict warring and indifference in her expression, attempting to keep a calm exterior, holding her scarlet lips closed until letting the words slip, “No, Rogers... that wasn’t fake. But is that what you’re really wondering in this moment? You need to get your priorities straight if you ever want to get out of here.”

“No need, I’m pretty comfortable here,” he looks you over, now pressed against him with his back to the wall, room filled with heated whispers and hot as hell despite the cool air condition pouring in from the ceiling. His voice is inflicted with challenge and trickery, playing the game you intended to start yourself.

“Not so shy when we’re in the face of danger, huh? How classy of you, Rogers,” she rolls her eyes for what seems like the fifth time tonight, but there’s a coy smile playing at her lips,

She steps away from him, but finds herself unable to move when his arm snakes its way around her waist, quietly spinning them around so her back is against the wall, his hand over her mouth.

He places a single finger to his lips and she nods in compliance, heat pooling in her abdomen at the intensity of his gaze, green meeting brown, footsteps dangerously close by with a knock on a door and Tony’s voice on the other side of the wall.

“Where the hell is that girl?” Stark’s muffled voice sounds through the drywall.

“Maybe you should keep her on a leash, Tony, the girl’s proving to be nothing but trouble for you.”

“You’ve seen the bruises on her, she knows her place. Talk about her again like she’s a pet, and you’ll soon learn yours as well.”

The voices soon die out until silence thickens the atmosphere once again. They’re both frozen in place until he raises a single eyebrow in inquiry and she nods quickly, allowing him to take his hand away from her face, her ample chest heaving with each strenuous breath.

“You have bruises...” he states and she looks him in the eye, shaking her head not to question it further, before he lightly moves her hair out of the way of her neck, her head turning to the side with her eyes clenched shut as he examines the fingerprint marks indented in her skin, purple blossoming on her deep skin. His fingers brush over the mark and she winces slightly, an action he catches with a frown before sweeping her hair back in place, hand still lingering on her skin.

“You know what they do to people who don’t follow orders. I happen to be one of them. It’s nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about, Hercules, I can take care of myself.”

“I’m not saying you can’t, I’m just telling you you’re not alone in this anymore.”

She looks at him, grateful, afraid tears might surface at the compassion he’s showing her, sympathy she doesn’t feel she deserves.

“You’re lucky we’re so cramped here, I would hug you right now,” her ruby lips curl upward, softened eyes not straying away from his.

“Raincheck,” he smiles weakly, letting his hand drop back to his side and she smiles.

“Who says that anymore?” she rolls her eyes with a quiet laugh, the conversation back to a lighter tone.

He chuckles gruffly, “Do you think if I kissed you right now that you’d finally be quiet?“

She smiles, pleasantly surprised by his question, “Depends on where you kiss me,” she replies coolly.

Her steely resolve crumbles slowly when he continues to undress her with his eyes, the gentlemanly act he put up when they first met gone along with it.

Steve half smiles, cheeks a shade of rosy pink, eyes glittering, he lifts an expert eyebrow, “Not so ladylike now, huh?”

She smiles, finally, the light switching on in his chest when she brings that familiar sunshine into the room, “You’re certainly not so gentleman now yourself, Rogers. Don’t act so high and mighty.”

“I would never.”

She looks at him for a moment, growing serious, “You and I both know that if I fall for or start liking you, Steve, it will become a weapon, used against the both of us. So I suggest you stop looking at me like that,”

He tilts his head curiously, smiling smugly, “Like what, doll?”

There goes that doll again. “Like you can see under my dress.”

He pinches his brow, adorably so, “Why, are you wearing scandalous lingerie I shouldn’t know about?”

“Usually I would say yes.”

“Why do you say usually?”

“Because now... I’m not wearing any,” she flashes a feigned demure smile, leaning her head back against the solid wall.

He gulps audibly, Adam’s apple bobbing nervously but he soon regains control, despite the fifty shades of scarlet that adorn his handsome face, clearing his throat with a shy smile, “And... w-why is that?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Rogers, it wasn’t for you, I was in a rush to leave.”

“You never told me the rules of if the roles were reversed and I ended up falling for you first. What happens then, doll?”

“You prove you truly are the idiot I took you for,” her lips twitch in a smile, looking at the floor at the thought of him liking her. Her stomach’s flipping and she finds herself questioning this intoxicating feeling fluttering in her chest.

“You can’t just do things like this and expect me to get rid of this crush that I have on you, Y/N.”

“Seriously? I’ve not done anything,” she laughs in disbelief. “I’m just being me, Steve.

He laughs, “That’s exactly the problem... well, n-not a problem, more like... a-”

She steps up on the tips of her toes to reach his full height and cup his cheek in her hand, placing a tender kiss on the corner of his pink mouth, catching the tail end of a lovestruck smile from Hercules himself.

“You’re rambling, Rogers,” she mutters with a small smile.

He rubs his thumb over where her lips left and flicks his eyes back up to meet hers, “What was that for?”

“I was indulging myself,” she whispers, flitting her gaze to his. “Because nothing can happen between us, Rogers, not when I’m the one supposed to be turning you in.”

He studies her features for a moment, like it’s the last time he’ll be seeing them, “I know.”

She contemplates something over in her head for a moment before saying, “Meet me at the coffee shop tomorrow night, alright?” she raises her eyebrows and he nods quickly without stopping to think for an answer. “We need to talk.”

She slips out from beneath him and walks to the edge of the hall before hearing his voice after her.

“That’s great and all, but now how am I supposed to get out of here?” he whisper-yells.

“There’s a door right behind you,” she smirks, pointing to the doorknob to his right.

He looks to the door and back to her, then over again before furrowing his brows together, “You knew that was there the whole time and you didn’t say anything?”

“What can I say?” she shrugs with a demure smile. “I was pretty comfortable...” she slips from the hall with one last wave, dreading to see what happens on the other side of that wall.

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myrxellabaratheon · 6 years

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All the Stark kids (Including Jon, of course)

2/2 (…And Theon)

ROBB

character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

ship with: Theon and Myrcella (I think him and Jeyne W. are cute but it’s not like I ship them)

friendship them with: Theon, Sansa, Jon, The Smalljon, Alys Karstark, Dacey Mormont

general opinions: He’s the finest strategist in the saga, only Tywin can compete with him and Tywin actually has ages of practising at his back. The only reasons why he lost the war are that he is impulsive and he tries so hard to think about “what father would do” which doesn’t work with Robb because he’s more Cat’s son.

SANSA

character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

ship with: Harrold Hardyng, period (hoping he won’t reveal himself as a psycho or a complete jerk). In the show and pre-asoiaf, I ship her with Theon.

friendship them with: Jeyne P, Robb, Myranda Royce.

general opinions: I didn’t like her, at first. In the beginning, I found her boring and annoying. I really started to like her around mid-acok, I think, but I can’t really understand how people can’t understand that the things she did, she did to survive (yeah, I’m speaking about the letter)

ARYA

character: hate them (partially) | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

ship with: no-one (not Jaqen, I really don’t ship her with anyone)

friendship them with: Gendry, I guess?!

general opinions: I can’t care less about her, I don’t really even have an opinion about her. I’m sorry but she’s not the kind of character which I can sympathize with so idk… I suppose I just hope in the books she won’t become the emotionless serial killer she was in the last season of the show.

BRAN

character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS (guys “hate” it’s strong, tho, I mean, I generally don’t hate fictional characters with some exceptions, just I can’t stand him)

ship with: Tommen in modern!AU (don’t ask me why: I don’t know), in canon possibly Meera?

friendship them with: Jojen, Meera.

general opinions: I know that there’s a theory according which he is the most important character but I just hope this will stay a theory and nothing more. Despite this, tho, I really liked the scene in the Godswood with Theon because of reasons.

RICKON

character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

ship with: He’s my baby boy, he’s too young! (Seriously, I’d never think about this so I have no idea)

friendship them with: Shaggydog, Osha.

general opinions: I can’t wait to see more of him in the books!

JON

character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

ship with: Val and Satin

friendship them with: Sam, Dolorous Edd, Grenn, Pip, Robb, Theon (because they are friends, they just have a strange way to show it!)

general opinions: I may not care about him but I’ve cried when Ghost comes back after that he disappeared so I suppose I like Jon’s relationship with Ghost? Most serious opinion, I hope that, despite him not accepting Stannis’s offer, he will somehow steal Val, please I need them to be canon!

THEON

character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

ship with: the list is very long… Robb, Jeyne P., Sansa (show and pre), Cersei, Domeric, Myrcella and I think nobody else but I’ll probably remember someone once I’ve posted this

friendship them with: Robb, Patreck Mallister, Asha.

general opinions: Theon needs all the love in the world! Then I can’t understand how people can say “he betrayed the Stark who were like a family for him” for multiple reasons first of which is that even if they had really been as a family, which I don’t think but still, that would have put him even more in conflict. The Starks were the ones who defeated his own family and killed his brothers. Think about it, think about losing half of your family (I get they weren’t the siblings of the year but they were his siblings) and being forced in living in the house of the very man who ordered their death (Robert wasn’t on the Islands and that’s the reason why Balon blames Ned for his failed rebellion) knowing that if your father decides that your life isn’t worth a well behave you’ll be killed. Now think about at the same situation, where you know your real father despise the man who’s keeping you as a prisoner, but that man tries to play as a father with you. I think Theon would have suffered even more the conflict between being both a Stark and a Greyjoy. I LOVED the scene between Theon and Jon in s7 and I loved the “you are a Greyjoy and you are a Stark” line because it’s true that he’s both but this line, as well as “my real father lost his head in King’s Landing” one, enlights also the main problem with Theon. He tries so hard to be accepted by Balon as his own heir because he knows that he’s more a greenlander than an ironborn and he feels guilty about it. If Ned would have been a more paternal figure for Theon, this would have been even worse. I got carried away, sorry!

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