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redheadspark · 2 years

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Hi friend!! I saw your weekend prompt I've got two requests for ya. I'll break them up so it makes sense.

" oh, I am one of the monsters. But that just means I can keep all the other monsters from hurting you again" & "please just let me protect you" with Druig

Only For You

Summary: You never understood why Druig was so protective of you, until one night at the bar goes sour.

Warnings: Angst with a hint of fluff

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“Druig I already promised them I would go out tonight since we’re celebrating Makkari’s promotion. I can’t say no to them,”

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea, given what just happened and everything,”

You looked over at your boyfriend, whom was sitting at the ktichen table in your apartment and tapping his fingers on the tabletop, giving off his nervous habit for you to see. You were packing up your purse for the night: being invited out to get dinner and go to a bar to celebrate your best friend’s promotion at work. Druig wanted to go with you, but he was on call at the police station as a lead detective. In the recents weeks, there’s been some street activity and some gang trouble throughout the city, especially with the local mafia. It made Druig worry for you when you would go hang out with friends or staying late at the local radio station.

“It’s just for a few hours, and I’ll be back before you know it,” You reassured him, walking over with your purse on your shoulder to lean down and kiss Druig on the top of his brown hair, “And I should be more worried about you anyways.”

“It’s part of the job,” he replied with a shrug.

“I’m sure it is, which is why you came home with a bruise on your cheek and almost loosing a limb on that stakeout you were in,” you countered back, seeing Druig playfully glare at you. You just sighed and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, “It’s just drinks, baby. I’ll be home with the door locked before you get off your shift.”

“I know,” He hummed, standing up from his chair to wrap you in his arms. You’ve had this talk before, Druig wanting you to be safe and not getting trouble. It wasn’t the he didn’t trust you at all, he did. It was solely because that he was a detective, and some of the mafia activity at large, he feared you were going to be a target because of you two being an item.

“Please just let me protect you,” he said to you once when you two just got together months ago, wanting to go with you out with friends for the night. You were more stubborn about being able to go out on your own in peace, and not having Druig almost breathe down your back. It took a few arguments and some long talks to get Druig tor realize that you could handle yourself. Druig never wanted you to get hurt or be in trouble, that was the deep rooted for his protectiveness.

“You have your taser?” He asked, making you almost glare at him now as you held out your purse to grab the taser that was inside.

“That and my pepper spray,” you reassured him, showing him both pieces there in your bag, “If I take my two pieces with me, you gonna wear your bulletproof vest?”

“Only for you,” He replied smoothly, you smiling calmly and you two shared a kiss in your kitchen. You knew his job was highly stressful, and he was placing his life on the line every time he would go out in the police car. Yet he was only thinking about you and how safe you were, not his own life but yours.

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“I want the ransom with the next five minutes or else we’re gonna have the problem!”

You had no idea going out for drinks with Makkari was going to lead you into getting kidnapped and held for ransom at the very bar you were drinking at.

It was all going so well that night: getting together with your friend and catching up on her promotion and what was her next plan of attack, then text Druig that you were going to head back to the apartment in about a few minutes when things went to shit. There was apparently supposed to be a meet up with some of the mafia members that were going to exchange drugs.

So you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Currently you were being held hostage in the bar, Makkari sitting next to you and holding your hand for dear life as the four mafia members had their guns drawn out and stalking around the bar. There were a few other hostages there too, two of the mafia members were aiming their guns at you to keep you in the corner as a third was on the phone with their boss and the fourth was talking to the cops on the phone. You were trying to remain calm, holding not Makkari’s hand and your other hand clutching your purse that was hidden between yourself and the bar in front of you.

One of the goons walked over to you, seeing you hide your purse and he snatched be before you could stop him. You didn’t want to struggle with it, seeing him take the purse and dumping it out all over the floor. Watching him with a hint of disgust, he saw your pepper spray and taser was rolling along the ground, a snark was on his face as he eyed you.

“You expecting to get into a fight?” He asked in sneer, you glaring at him as the distance sounds of police sirens were then heard. He looked away at the others, the three goons were now looking a bit concerned and worried. Now you were thinking that Druig was going to be in one of those cop cars, hearing about the very bar you were going to and a drug exchange going haywire. What was he thinking now? What was he going to think when he saw his girlfriend there with guns drawn and mafia members holding her at ransom.

Once you saw a few of the police cars outside the bar, you knew things were about to get real.

Once minute the mafia members were arguing with one another, wondering what to do next while they were waving their guns around like they were sticks, the next minutes a few smoke bombs were thrown through the window. Screams were heard, glasses shattering, and you were falling to the ground with your arm covering your head and staying close to Makkari. She was a bit quicker than you though, one of the goons reached over to grab you by the back of the neck and hold you close with his gun. At first you panicked, thinking that you were going to have a gun to your bed with Druig seeing the whole thing. But then you remembered one more thing that you got y0ourself for your birthday, not even Druig knew you had it.

It was hidden in your back pocket.

Slipping your hand in your back pocket, you felt the brass against your fingers and you slipped your fingers in each hole there. It was small enough to not be seen or visible, but it packed a good enough punch. You only had seconds, hearing the front door being kicked in and people shouting orders at one another. The hand on the back of your neck gripped rather hard to keep you from running.

“Let them go,” when you heard Druig yelling out, you moved swiftly.

Without a second to hesitate, you pulled out the brass knuckles in your back pocket and rammed yoru elbow back against the goons’ nose. He released your neck in a yelp, you hearing a crack in his nose and feeling it against you elbow. Once he let go of your neck and you were able to move, you whirled on your foot and punched him hard across the face with the brass knuckles, seeing him fall to the ground in a heap like a sack of potatoes.

A few seconds later another one of the goons slammed you hard against the top of the bar, your head hitting the wood and almost making you fall to the ground from the impact. You yelled out, the glass nearly cutting your head as you felt the blossoming pain that came over you. As you were stumbling and grasping your head from how hard he slammed you, a singular gunshot rang out in the air and the sound of a body dropping was heard behind you.

A pair of arms wrapped around you, pulling you against a solid body.

“I got you, I got you, baby,” It was Druig, and he sounded beyond relieved to have you in his arms. You grunted in pain and almost in shock from how it all happened so fast, coughing a bit from the smoke bombs. But to hear his voice and to feel his arms around you, you felt very safe and secure

“Let me see your head,” He said, turning you to see him in his detective uniform and holster at the ready with a gun in one hand. His other hadn’t reached up to touch the very tender spot on your head, his face was laced with concern and worry when he saw the small dent that was left against your skin.

You saw it, he was seeing red.

“Y-y-ou guys are all fucking monsters,” you heard the goon on the floor, both you and Druig looked down to see that he was only shot in the shoulder, not killed. He was clutching his wounded shoulder, blood seeping out of his gloved fingers and pain etched on his face. Druig’s face was etched in rage and anger, moving away from you swiftly to stand over the body of the goon and peer down at him. Slowly, he placed one of his boots on the wounded shoulder, pushing down slightly and making the goon cry out in pain. You watched, heart dropping from seeing what Druig was doing. You knew he was beyond mad, not only from what happened to you, but how it happened to you.

“Oh, I am one of the monsters,” He sneered down at the goon, giving his wound one more push before he released his boot off of him. He moved out of the way for another policeman to come and get him, picking him up a bit harshly and throwing handcuffs on him. Druig watched with his Hawkeyes, you reached out to grab his jacket and stop him from doing anything else that could get him in trouble.

Once the goon was taken away, you placed your head against his back to take in a breath. Everything felt chaotic around you and within you. All you wanted to do was get out of the bar and back to your apartment, back to where it was a safe bubble for you and Druig.

“You’re not a monster,” you reminded him, feeling him take your hands in his won while you are still pressing your wounded head against his back. He just saved you from partially getting killed at the hands of the mafia, “You saved me, that doesn’t make you a monster,”

“I can be a monster for them,” Druig said to you, turning in your hold and wrapping his arms around you against, “But that just means I can keep all the other monsters from hurting you,”

Up until that point, you never really understood why Druig would place his life on the line for you. But then you saw the raw love he had for you in this singular moment, and you never wanted to doubt the love he had for you again. Not after this, not after seeing him willing to place his life on the line for you and you alone.

"Thank you," You said to him as you two embraced, kissing his cheek as you said it with softness in your tone, "Thank you for protecting me,"

"Only for you," he said to him as he held you tighter. You knew it was true: He would protect you with everything in him and with all of him.

The End.

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*sorry if it feels rushed and meh, It's not my best work but I loved writingit anyways*

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tom-whore-dleston · 2 years

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I realized I never did a May fic rec list so I figured I'll combine both May and June fics I loved! Some of these works are 18+ only so please be respectful of their warnings and boundaries! Make sure to reblog and comment on these amazing fics! Your feedback and responses are what motivate them to continue writing such beautiful works 💖💖💖

✩May✩

Sweet Payback by @blackbat05

Xu Shangqi x reader | crack

Strength by @/blackbat05

Steven Grant x reader | angst

Mi Vida by @wint3r-h3art

Jake Lockley x reader | smut

To Not Interfere by @starryevermore

Druig x reader | angst

Blind Trust by @/starryevermore

Druig x reader | angst

Portofino by @buckybleu

mafia!Bucky Barnes x reader | fluff

His Sacrifice by @crazycookiecrumbles

Stephen Strange | angst

✩June✩

Midnight Snack by @/wint3r-h3art

Stephen Strange x reader | smut

Sharing Her by @mischievoushiddleston

mafia!Tom Hiddleston x reader x mafia!Oscar Isaac | smut

Between You by @thatblackravenclaw

Xu Shangqi x reader | smut

A New Fear by @/crazycookiecrumbles

Xu Shangqi x reader | angst

Heavy Metal Lover by @ozarkthedog

Steven Grant x reader | smut

Every Little Thing by @graysonshaven

Jonathan Levy x reader | smut

Clean Success by @/blackbat05

Xu Shangqi x reader | fluff

Coveted Facade by @inklore

Hangman x reader | smut

No Romeo by @burnthoneymint

Matt Murdock x reader | angst

Rainy Days and Pancakes by @redheadspark

Xu Shangqi x reader | fluff

You Appearing by @/burnthoneymint

Steven Grant x reader | fluff/angst

Not Alone by @/blackbat05

multiple avengers x reader | angst

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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I saw that you accept prompts for your „teach me to love“ fic! So here is an idea:

Gil is on his way to Thena to give her papers for a little school theater play when he sees her and Kro outside the door in an heated argument. He sees how Kro gets angrier and angrier and how he comes dangerously and threatening closer to Thena so Gil rushes and puts himself between him and her. He is looking very serious and intimidating and telling him with a very calm but cold voice (serious mafia vibes here xD) to be very careful of his next steps. Thena has never seen Gil like this and is too stunned.

So you can choose if you want to put it as a prompt out here or like a new idea for your fic. Because I just thought after the first encounter between him and Gil that kro would cause a few problems through the story :)

Gil made the quick trip down the street to Thena's house. He had a few papers for her to sign for the upcoming activities for the month. Of course, he could have just emailed her, or just sent them home with Druig, as he had with the rest of the kids.

He had just...forgotten to. That was all.

It wasn't that it was an excuse to see her. She was his neighbour, it was just convenient to be able to run them over to her. He was pretty sure that even Thena would say they were friends at this point. He was just doing a favour for his friend. That was it.

"Fuck you!"

That was most definitely not Thena's voice.

Gil picked up his pace to a light jog until he could see past Phastos' house and into her front yard. She was on the front porch, arguing with an eerily tall and imposing figure. Gil had a bad feeling he knew who that was.

"Will you keep your voice down!" she hissed at the man who quickly leaned in to tower over her again.

"Let me the fuck inside, Thee," Kro growled at her, not necessarily shouting anymore but certainly not keeping his voice down either. "I came to see my goddamn kid."

"Kro, we have rules about this for a reason," she crossed her arms at him, unmoved by his growling at her. "You cannot just come over here any time you wish."

"I can't bring my son a fucking birthday present?" he snarled at her.

"His birthday is next month."

"No, it's not."

Thena pushed Kro back by his chest, "I was there! I was there alone, if you recall!"

"This again," Kro stepped back, rolling his eyes at her. As if not having been there for the birth of his child was some small thing to nag him about.

"I have full custody, Kro," Thena pressed, stepping forward and even surrendering her elevated stance on the porch to push back at him. "That was the agreement. I decide when and where you get to see him--if you get to see him!"

"You agreed not to keep me from my own kid, y'self-righteous bitch!"

"That was before you showed up with barely a warning at Christmas and frightened him!"

"You saying my own boy's afraid of me?!" Kro bellowed at her, far beyond proving her point for her. He ceased letting her push him back from her space, marching forward again. "Because that's your doing, Thee! You fuckin' coddled him until he was a such a momma's boy that he'd cry at the littlest thing!"

"He's five!"

"I'm goin' to see my kid!" Kro pushed forward until Thena's feet hit the front step again. She turned instinctively to balance herself but Kro grabbed her wrist, forcing her eyes back to him, "and you're-"

"That's enough!"

Thena blinked as she found herself released, no longer with her ex-husband screaming in her face but behind a warm, sturdy back. "Gil?"

"Who the fuck are you?" Kro snarled at Gil, snapping his hand back to him in a fist after it was wrenched away from Thena.

Gil didn't dignify that with a response. They had literally met before. "Back up."

"Wait," Kro frowned, his eerily blue eyes going dark. He eyed Gil up and down with deep disdain on his face, "I know--you're the school marm."

"I'm Druig's teacher," Gil corrected him, unbothered by the murderous look on the taller man's face. He could bark and growl all he liked at him. "And I think it's time for you to go."

"Oh, you do," Kro got in Gil's face, as he had with Thena. He didn't have to lean down quite as far. "This is between me and the missus, mate."

Thena glared at Kro from behind Gil's shoulder, "I am not your wife!"

Kro saw his opening, immediately lunging for her again but Gil moved quicker, angling his shoulders, moving Kro further away and Thena further back behind him. Kro leaned back again, narrowly avoiding colliding with Gil's thick shoulder. "Look, this isn't any of your business."

"It's my business if you're bullying her," Gil growled right back at him. He wasn't one for confrontation, really. He didn't like having to use his size. But the last thing he was going to do was let Thena get pushed around. "She deserves some respect, don't you think?"

"Stay the fuck out of it."

Gil inhaled, drawing up his shoulders and puffing his chest out faintly. It didn't take much for him to easily outdo Kro when it came to muscle mass. Kro was tall, and he definitely was strong. But Gil had no doubt that he was stronger. "Think very carefully about what your next move is."

Kro raised his fist, which Gil seemed prepared to take. He faltered as a pale hand emerged and wrapped around Gil's arm.

"Come inside," she whispered to Gil, although Kro had heard it plain as day. She gave him a withering glare, "he's not worth it."

"Thee." It was somewhere in between anger and shock and maybe even some betrayal and...something sad?

Gil put his hands on Thena's shoulders, ushering her inside and leaving her ex-husband out on the stoop without a second thought. He closed and locked the door behind him, not sure just how much of a problem Kro's anger issues really were.

Thena sighed, her shoulders dropping from the tension draining out of her, "I suppose there goes my hope of no longer being the subject of neighbourhood gossip."

Gil shook his head, keeping a hand connected to her as he moved around to face her. "Are you okay?"

She looked reasonably unshaken, though. If anything, she looked unfortunately unsurprised by her ex's behaviour. She smiled up at Gil, "thanks to you."

Gil looked over her shoulder to where Kro was apparently making the wise decision of getting the hell away from them. He sighed, his brows deeply furrowed and a scowl on his face, "the nerve of that guy."

"I'm afraid you don't know the half of it," Thena lamented with no particular sadness as Kro's tires screeched out of the driveway. She looked up at Gil again, her hands clasped in front of her, "thanks for coming to my rescue."

Gil didn't even think before he blurted out, "always."

"Yes, you do seem to be coming to my rescue rather often," she shook her head, although she still hadn't moved away from his hand on her shoulder. "Would you-"

"Mum!--is Dad gone?!"

Gil chuckled at the shout coming from the kitchen. That was what had made Thena go out there to talk to Kro alone. It, as was always the case with Thena, was to protect Druig.

"Yes, Darling, he's gone home," she answered, not letting a shred of vulnerability into her voice. She looked up at Gil, switching to a whisper, "he's refused to speak with him on the phone since Christmas."

That was why Kro had come all this way in person. It was because Druig didn't want to talk to him.

It seemed a little manipulative for the guy to try and bribe his way into his son's life with presents, but Gil set that aside for now. He ran his hands down Thena's arms until he could hold her hands in his. "Are you sure you're okay? I can stick around for a bit."

Thena gave him that smile that reminded him that it was literally her job to be beautiful. Obviously it came to her naturally. "I'm not worried about him. But, if you'd like to join us for some afternoon tea...?"

He wasn't one for tea, really. He liked coffee with lots of cream and sugar, and he liked lightly steeped barley tea. But tea? "Sounds great."

#Teach Me to Love AU #okay so this is basically #like a scrapped chapter I have for this #so that works out great for me #and I hope you like it too!#it was very tempting for me to work in protective mode Gil #but just never got the chance #until now!#listen #Gil is a school teacher #he's a reasonable guy #but he might lose it just a little bit when he sees Kro getting in Thena's face #and yeah she's a strong woman and can handle herself #but that doesn't mean he's going to watch her ex-husband give her a hard time #Thena like Druig your father is on the phone #Druig goes...tell him I'm not home #and Thena isn't going to make Druig talk to his dad because she's a great mom #and anyway #Gil stays for tea #which he's relieved to find out just means a snack #Thena has tea and little finger sandwiches #Druig has juice and some fruit #but I do think there's something inherently romantic about being like #I hate tea...but if you invite me in for some then I'm there

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barnes-n-nobles · 2 years

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Hello beautiful people! I wanted to come on here and let you know that I will be accepting requests for more than just fics. These are the things I will be doing in the future on top of the fics I already write:

Reactions (e.g. Druig react to you being bratty, Bucky reacts to you teasing him)

Fake texts (e.g. text exchange between you and your desired character, could be that you two are se*ting, arguing, being cute, etc:> )

Mood boards (e.g. Stalker Eddie lurking for you, Mafia Bucky yearning for you, King Druig that wants his servant, basically a sorry with pictures with your desired characters or just whatever you want for a mood board)

Short Drabbles

I want to stay active and I want you guys to get more content and not have to wait until I write my long ass stories. This will also help me so it’s a WIN WIN lol I’ll probably think of more stuff as I go along but these are the ones that I got right now

I mostly write DARK triggering things but I can also write different stuff if you guys would like as well. If I’m not comfortable with something I will obviously not write it but I won’t ever post it and make fun of it or anything like that. That’s mean girl energy. My mind is too consumed by the dark side and I’ll write the most vile, taboo, toe curling smut ever and I’ll sleep like an angel LOL so don’t be afraid to request anything. I will never judge.

Super side note : I’m a h03 for anything that has to do with Star Wars, X-Men, Daredevil (anything Marvel really), The Boys, Vampire Diaries, The Originals, Narcos, Austin Butler as Elvis LORDYYY. I’m all over the place MY BAD

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gxrlcinema · 1 year

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Your mafia au!! w/namor sounds amazing!! If you have time you should try! Your namor fic does a really good job expressing his dark!! side.

Also like even in the movie namor doesn't really think ahead of his consequences. He only thinks of himself and his people and doesn't think of the consequences of his people cause he's just an angry man ya know?? Sorry it's all jumbled I just think you do really well with namors character and I'm excited to see what you'll do with his character!!

Hey, thank you so much! I have no idea how feasible writing a mafia AU would be for me (especially given how culturally insensitive I think that could potentially be with Namor at the center of it) but I'm intrigued by the idea because I think Namor might be the only MCU man I can see being willing to push that far. Maybe Druig as well...

Anyways, I think Namor has shut himself off from seeing beyond his anger for a very long time. He is bound by duty to his people, to Talokan, but beyond that he is vengeful and cruel. The whole "El Niño Sin Amor" thing is sort of a self-fulfilling prophecy. In many ways I think the most interesting thing to do with him would be to confront him with love, and watch what happens to a world view and self-perception built on rage.

Anyways, thanks so much. It means a lot when people take the time to actually tell me I'm doing something right in my fics. I'm so glad it resonated with you.

#ilanswers #anon

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nocapesdahling · 2 years

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Black leather gloves cover his fingers. The drink that you silently passed him previous is whiskey. Irish, of course. That’s how he likes it. 'The Devil’s Keep’ is the brand. You can’t help but think that it seems accurate for a man of his reputation.

Inspired by blood & vodka by @clints-lucky-arrow - Read it Here!

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itsthestutterforme · 2 years

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It's Not Your Body I Want (Mafia! Druig x black!reader)

Summary: Druig can't use his powers on you and very curious to find out why.

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, reader is an escort

Prompt Credit @grangerisms : "Do you know how beautiful you are? It's quite distracting."

Bucky and Druig stood in front of a bar in Brooklyn without uttering a single word to each other. A man approaches Druig, wanting some coke and he handed it to him under the bar. He leans his back against the bar and scans the room, looking for some trouble when he sees you.

You sat alone at a table with your legs crossed in your black, silk dress. Goosebumps litters your exposed leg under the dress slit when someone opens the door and let's in the cool breeze. Your fleece lined leather jacket was draped over the chair behind you. Your 3c curls were pulled into two braids.

Even under the dim lighting, your copper skin glowed. There was an older man sitting at a booth with two heavier set men. They sat a few feet from you, giving you a glance every once and a while. He must be the pimp, Druig thinks to himself.

"Boss?" Bucky says, when he noticed him staring at you. "What is it?" He says, his gaze never leaving you. "Did you want me to escort her to your warehouse?" Bucky repeats and Druig doesn't answer.

"She's pretty. Seems like the timid type though," Bucky comments and Druig has a small smile tugging on his lips when he sees you size up a man that approached you. You look to your pimp and he nods, to which you roll your eyes and stand.

Druig glows his eyes in attempt to look at your memories but it came up blank. Druig's eyebrows furrowed when he tries again and the same thing happens. You continued to walk through the bar to your work room in the back, completely oblivious to the mind controller's advances.

"Stop them. I'll talk to her pimp." Bucky nods and follows after you and the man. Before you could close the door, he presses his hand to the door and pries it open. "Excuse me, but I only take one client at a time."

"Boss doesn't want you to have any clients." "Well clearly you and me don't have the same boss. Who do you work for?" Druig approaches the pimp with his arms linked behind his back. "I'm going to take her off your hands for you. We can negotiate a price in your office."

"She's not for sale. Who the hell are you anyway?" "I'm the man who owns this bar. The block. Hell I own all of down town Brooklyn if you want to get technical about it." Druig steps closer to him and presses his palms on the table.

"I'm getting her regardless. We can handle this like businessmen or I can beat you to a pulp and take her anyway." Silent fell over the group as Druig stares down the pimp. "We can talk in my office." The pimp states and Druig walks allows him to take lead.

He passes the corner where Bucky was informing you about the situation. Your client had left the second Bucky rode up his sleeves and he saw his metal arm. Once Druig sets his eyes on you, he gives you a once over. "Take her to the car," Bucky gives him a nod and extends his hand for you to take lead.

Staring at Druig with a neutral facial expression, curious as to why he was interested in having you all to himself. You never met him before. He took your silence as a question and he reaches to touch your chin. "I'll answer your questions soon enough, little one. Now be good and follow Bucky to the car."

You spare him another glance before doing what he says. Druig watches you until you left the bar and Bucky pulls out his phone to call Warren to bring the car around.

"Now, let's get to business. I want 50k for her." The pimp says. "Done," Druig wasn't phased by the number at all. "You would really pay 50k for some pussy?"

"It's not her body I'm interested in," Druig cocks his head in annoyance as the pimp continued on his rant. "Cash or wire?" "Listen, I'll throw in some-" Druig took control of his mind with a sigh. "Choke," he commands.

The pimp's eyes were bulging out of their sockets as his own hands closed his windpipe. His wheezes and coughs filled the room and Druig rounded the office.

"This is what is going to happen. You're going to free Y/N from all connections to you and sad excuse for a business. If I hear anything of you reaching out to her, I'll be right back here to finish the job, you understand?"

He nods frantically and Druig holds his control for a little while longer. "Breathe." Frantic gasps left his lips and Druig reaches over the desk, slamming his head into the hard surface. His limp body rests on the desk and his so called body guard stared at him with wide eyes.

"Beat it," Druig says, fixing his cuff links of his suit. The men scurry out of the room and Druig meets you and Bucky in the back of the limosine. "Back to the penthouse, Warren." Druig instructs. "Yes boss," Druig meets Bucky's gaze, he motions to you as you looked out of the window.

Bucky shakes his head no. Druig takes his time looking at you. Your skin looked smooth as silk. He could only imagine how your skin felt under his hands. You had a small mole on your skin, on your shoulder, on your arm and on the side of your face.

Even from the opposing end of the limo, he could smell the scent of your body butter and your perfume. It wasn't strong. It was a soft, alluring smell.

You haven't looked away from the window since you got in the car. Bucky tried to ask you a few questions about who you are and where you came from. You simply stared at him blankly. What is the real reason why these men wanted you? And why you?

They arrive at the penthouse and Druig instructs you to wait for him in his office. You were surprised he didn't tell you to go to his room. He didn't exhibit anything to make you think he wanted sex. Which brings you back to the question, why did he want you?

You sat in his brown Chesterfield chair with your legs crossed. He watches as you sat down, though your gaze was on Bucky until he closed the door. Something made you uneasy about him, you just couldn't put your finger on it.

"Are you cold?" he asks and you shake your head no. "You sure about that?" he motions to the goosebumps littering your arms. He takes off his jacket and elegantly draped it over your shoulders.

"Thank you," you say softly. "Ah, she speaks." he leans his body against the desk and tilts his head in amusement. "You're a quiet one, aren't you?" "You catch things faster by letting those who love talking do just that."

"What exactly did you catch?" You waited a moment before saying, "Why am I here?" "Answer my question first," he says calmly.

"I haven't learned much. You're smart in keeping your employees under lock in key. I'm assuming they don't say anything because they don't know the secrets."

"You're as smart as you look," "Your turn to answer my question," you state, pulling his jacket closer to you. "I'm intrigued by what you are. And a woman of your stature should never be under the charge of a man like that. If anything, you should be the one in charge."

He blinks slowly at the last sentence, indicating there was a double meaning to his words. "What I am? What do you mean by that?" his eyes glow golden yellow and you were taken aback by the motion.

"What are you doing?" "That, right there, is why I'm interested in you. Anyone else would do exactly what I asked you to do in my mind. You didn't. I can't control you." "You're a mutant?" "Close enough to one. What are you?" "I'm human." "No you're not,"

"I was born on Earth. Lived here all twenty four years of my life. If I was a mutant, I would have known by now." Druig hums and stands upright from the desk. "And your parents aren't anything out of the ordinary."

"Never knew my real parents," "That's unfortunate. I'm sorry." "It is what it is. I don't need any empathy." "I bet you don't, sweetheart." You bite the inside of your lip as the two of you stare at each other. You may be more similar than you thought.

"So where do we go from here? Are you going to have me work for you or..?" "Whatever you want. I'll do it." You squint your eyes in disbelief. "It's you that I want. Not your body. Your mind." "What's something you've always wanted to you but didn't have the chance to?"

"I've always wanted to start a black owned fashion line line for plus sized women," "I love it. I'll have my accountants formulate a plan and you'll have one by the end of the week." "No," "No?" "If I'm going to fullfil my dream. I'm going to work to get it."

"You're sure you can handle it?" "I know I can," "Do you know how beautiful you are? It's quite distracting." He says as he sits down next to you. His eyes drift from your eyes to your lips. "I just know we're going to have a great time together,"

#druigxblack!reader #mafia!druig #mafia!bucky #black!reader

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heejayy · 2 years

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Send me request for something!! Anything! I’m bored

#kpop imagines #seventeen #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #heeseung imagines #enhypen niki #jake imagines #sunghoon imagines #fluff imagine #kpop #marvel #enternals #spirderman #druig #twilight imagines #the boyz #timothee chalamet #mafia

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inklore · 2 years

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maybe, perhaps, i write an underground!boxer!druig fic??? perhaps i make the reader either innocent or a naive rich girl??? perhaps i make it dark(ish)??? 🤔

#druig #basically my minds thinking that readers dad is shite and barry fights for him underground and bunch of illegal things happen #so it might be mafia adjacent #so definitely slight mean!druig / enemies to lovers / sneaking around and all that good stuff #do we like?? does it suck??#here laur goes again..

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Ours III

Hell had no wrath like a grandfather in a vendetta

MASTERLIST

Chapter summary: they never stood a chance do they? Nothing would

Pairing: MobBoss!Steve Rogers x ItalianMobGrandaughter!FemReader x MobBoss! Bucky Barnes

Chapter Warnings: a bit of derogatory slurs (yankee, and the sort), mafia violence, graphic violence, death of multiple characters (violents ones), hint at torture and cock snappings, mention of past abue, cursing, shootings, use of guns, hints of use of torture.

+18 please. MINORS DNI

There are a lot of "cuts" but only because I wanted to show that there are situations happening at the same time.

Word Count (Chapter): 4.4k

Notes: What started as a angsty one shot ended in this full three chapter vendetta, and I loved it!!! and I think it is very needed! muahaha, enjoy this last chapter of this trilogy, and I had to fight against the need to leave a cliffhanger, we deserve closure, enjoy sweethearts!

“She is probably pregnant” muttered Bucky, looking out the window in his friend’s office “Are we going to let her go with our child in her belly?”

“She is not going anywhere” said Steve, “We are waging this war and winning, and we´ll fuck her over her nonno´s dead body” he said mockingly

“I'm not into that” said Bucky, smiling widely, but his smiled dissipated, “He killed Stark, his resources and alliances are dead with him, his gangsters are spreading like herpes through the city, not wanting to follow anyone, they have gone rogue”

“I’m aware” he said, his mouth clenched, “But we have her…”

“You said we are not going to let her go”

“No, we are going to tell that son of a bitch that if he doesn’t take the next transatlantic back to Europe we’ll kill her”

“Steve, we want her alive” he said with urgency

“But he doesn’t need to know that” he responded, putting his feet over his desk, “We have to meet with him”

“But how do we reach him?”

“Trough that traitor, Thor” responded easily, “He must know where he is, or at least, how to contact him”

“He could have never pulled the murder of Stark without the Northmen” he thought outloud

“They were brothers in the war” reminded Steve, “You better that anyone must know how deep that bond runs”

“Yes I know” he responded

They met again in Odin’s home, all your grandfather’s men were there, waiting for their command, just as the Northmen. It became a great force, a big family, a force to be reckoned with.

But in his study, there was only Thor, Loki, Césare, Ikaris and Druig

“No” said Ikaris, “this is a bad idea, a single shot and we’re done!” He said, pointing at Thor, menacing,

“They are desperate” muttered your Nonno, “We have reached the point in which they want to negotiate, probably threaten” he apsed around the room, thinking, meditating, calculating

“Can you secure the place of the meeting?” He relented, speaking to Thor and Loki, “I don’t want my uncle getting sniped”

“Yeah, sure we can” responded Thor, “The docks haven’t been taken yet after the death of Stark, so is basically a dead zone”

“Good” sai your grandfather, “It’s almost poetic”

“We will get her back” said Thor firmly, “But I have to ask, what are you willing to give to recuperate her?”

“I believe that walking off with their lives is enough, isn��t it?”

As soon as your grandfather were alone with his most trusted men, your cousins, he spoke freely

“While this fuckers are here meeting with us, a small group shall enter their house and rescue my grandaughter”

“I’ll go” answered Druig, “She and I used to play together as children, she’ll trust me the most”

“I agree” he said strongly, “And as soon you call me and let me know you have her, I fuck them up” his men smiled and nodded, liking the idea, liking their plan, “But if things go south in here, Druig, you’ll grab her, and take right to the airport and then to Italy, you won’t look back, you hear me?” he nodded firmly, “She and you both walk out, I come after, you understand me?” he asked, looking at Ikaris as well, and both nodded again, “You take her home”

“Let’s do this” said Ikaris, “We’ll save our cousin and take her back home, no matter the cost”

“Good”

They left

You saw the cars drive away, filled with their goons

This was it, this was your chance.

You had been learning the comings and goings of his guards, and by now you had learned it to perfection, so this was the time to try to take a run for it. You adjusted the boots you found in an old closet and you were ready to jump off the building, literally, you slid down the pipe that came from the roof, and slid down until your feet touched the grass of the backyard lawn.

You ran, taking advantage of the goon’s blinding spot as they turned the corner. and you went ahead and jumped over a stone wall that led to a side hallway, open that went around the house. That stone hallway led to the side entrance of the house, your best chance of leaving and disappearing through the other houses. But as you were becoming ready to start running like hell, you encountered someone you never thought you’d see there

“Peter?” Your former fiancé was just standing there, looking at you like you were some sort of ghost

“What are you doing?” Oh you knew that look, he was about to cry or something, you saw his hand shake, dangerously close to the holster where he had his gun

“I’m getting the fuck away from here” you growled

“Your grandfather killed Tony” shit, you cursed, he was like a father to Peter, this was not going to go unpunished, maybe this is what it took to Peter to become that blood thirsty mobster you knew he could be

“Why?” You asked softly

“He wants you back, and he did it to send a message”

“I’m sorry Peter, I know you loved him” but you didn’t really meant it, if your grandma father had killed him maybe it was because he had to do with what happened to you

“This all happened because of you!” He yelled, he became upset really quickly, you draw a sharp breath, he was going to get the attention of the guards, or he was going to snap and shoot you, you didn’t know which one was worse

“Peter…” you called, “You let them rape me in our wedding night!” you yelled, your anger seeping in

“You knew I had no choice”

“You always had a choice, as probably Tony did, you know they would have never done that to me, to us, without him knowing, we are at his house!” you tried to make him see Tony was just as rotten as Steve and Bucky, but it wasn’t a easy task

“He didn’t know” he said

“Peter, come on, he was your godfather” you said softly, “He must have, when we married I became his goddaughter as well”

“So you are justifying his death?” now you fucked up, as fast as you saw him, he took out his gun, “That’s it, you are going back to the house”

“No” you saw trebling, genuinely scared, “I won’t go back there”

“They’ll kill us both” he said firmly, “If you don’t…”

“I’d rather receive a bullet than their cocks” you said firmly, and he winced, “I won’t go back”

“You will” he said as he pointed the gun at you, and you knew then and there, he wasn't going to be that sweet kid you knew ever again

They meet in a huge and abandoned warehouse by the docks, it was fitting, since this terrains where the reason they had traded you in the first place

Your grandfather paced slowly through the big open space, he was calm, he needed to be in this kind of business, never lose control, that was one of the first rules, and either way, he was way too old to have any fear left in him.

Cars’ tires screeched outside on the dirt road. as he counted, let just say, with 4 men in each, he was counting around 16 men, including both mob lords, it was going to be even easier than he thought. The mobsters just walked in the Warehouse, two walking in front of them, separating from the group and standing right in the middle of the open space.

“Finally we meet '' said Steve, his and Bucky's presence taking authority. But your nonno knew better, it was all bells and whistles.

“You’re going to wish we never did” Césare said firmly

“Let’s don’t...” said Bucky, is hands in his pockets in a relaxed manner, in his face a mocking grin, “But let’s get to the chase”

“Yes, you have my grandaughter,” he said

“That sweet little thing” his thick brooklyn accent made your grandfather wince, “We are enjoying her…”

“Well, I think amateur hour is over” he said, “By taking her you got involved into a true mobster’s affairs ” that sole frase made them both burn with rage

“You must be confused old man” said Bucky, “You are in America now, we do thing different in here”

“I agree, we would never rape a woman” he said, “We would never disrespect a young girl who had nothing to do with us, specially if she just married a young protegé” he said, firmly, “Let’s just talk bussiness getlemen, I don’t have much time

“We agree” said Steve, “Let’s cut to the chase”

“Give me my grandaughter” he said, “And I will leave here, go back to my home, and we can put this all behind us”

“We were going to suggest something similar” said Bucky, “You get the fuck out of our territory, and we don’t kill that sweet thing” if looks could kill, they’ll be 6 fet under right now, “We have the higher groudn, you are not in your territory, you are in a foreign country, you are not going to win this” he seemed to think about it

“So I should just leave her here to keep being abused by you both?” he asked

“You leave now and you and her get to live” responded Steve, “We have her, we have men in the house just feet away from her, one phone call and they’ll get a bullet in between those pretty eyes of hers.” Wait, he just needed to wait and stall, until he got the all clear from Druig, they were right, they had 14 men besides themselves and any of them could make that phone call and you were going to be lost

“I’m sure we can get to a middle ground” he said, fixing his jacket

“Get the fuck away from her” you whimpered, relieved, when you saw your nonno’s man behind Peter, pointing his Glock at the back of his head. Peter just raised his hands, surrendering, his eyes never leaving yours, but in a second, he fell, unconscious. Your nonno’s man had knocked him up in the head, and you felt you could finally breathe

“Druig?” you called, and the man you haven't seen in ten years returned the look, and walked hastily towards you

He held you tight in a warm hug, and you felt him breathe lightly, like he was relieved

“We were on our way in!” he said hastily, releasing you and engaging your face in his hands to take a good look of you, “God you are, physically fine, I’m so glad”

“Thank you” you cried, and he hugged you again. You barely remembered him, but he was one of your cousins, you remembered playing with him in your grandfather's lawn

“We need to go, now” he said, and you just nodded. But before you could flee, he looked at Peter, still on the ground

“I’m not going to kill him” he said, enraged, “He wants him alive” you just nodded, and you let yourself be guided by him, out of the mansion’s grounds and out of their reach. He got you into a black SUV, and you could already breathe in more freely, but still you felt you wee within their reach

“Relax” Druig said softly, “You are safe” you nodded and tried to relax, but still, the car didn’t move. behind ruig you could see two men dragging Pete into another SUV that was behind you

“Your nonno wants to deal with him personally” he said firly, and you already know what that meant.

You didn’t get to relax at all, because several men with shotguns ran towards your caravan of three cars, and without even asking they started shooting. The car jumped to life and tried to take you all away from there. As Druig took off his arm with his own gun and shot against the men that followed Steve’s orders, to cover for your driver so he would be able to drive away.

“But we were going to need some insurance” responded Bucky, “You’ll have to leave your men hee, so we make sure that you won’t come back. This was an insult, to him and to you

And then his phone rang, he took it and looked at it, and it was just a text from Druig, giving him what he needed, the all clear

“I have a new deal, gentleman” he said, looking back at them again, with a sly smile

“And what would that be, old man?” Steve mocked. Your nonno only raised both his hands, and men showed up, the Northmen and his men, all of them with guns in their hands

“pagheranno per quello che hanno fatto”

Under your beggin, and only when Druig got Ikaris’ confirmation, he told the driver to go towards the docks, you wanted to see them on their knees, you wanted to see your grandfather and see this through, you wanted them to see them suffer a sicilian mob’s death

“He is not going to like this” Druig muttered, “We should be in our way to the airport”

“I want to see them” you said firmly

“Very well, and it's good to know you know how to boss around your men” he said, smiling softly. you smiled back

“It’s in my blood” you said firmly

As soon as the car stopped in front of the warehouse the night had fallen over all your heads, but you jumped off the car and ran into the building. And what you found there didn’t surprise you at all.

Bodies were everywhere on the ground, and right in the middle, there they were, both tied up with heavy chains into metal chairs. And standing tall, your grandfather, amongst a group of his men. You haven't seen him in almost ten years, but you’d recognize him anywhere, he looked just the same, like no time had passed

You ran towards your grandfather and he hugged you tightly against his chest

“My sweet sweet girl” he whispered against your hair

“Nono, mi sei mancato molto” you said

“e ti amo nipote mía” he responded, and he let you go softly, you finally turned towards them, “You brought her here?” he asked Druig, outraged

“She wanted to” he muttered, you took slow steps towards both men, that where chained into two chairs, both beaten up, but they where weirdly smiling

“I want to watch” you said, your voice shaking, Both Bucky´s and Steve´s looks were on you

“No” Your grandfather stood in front of you, shielding you from them, “They had your body, they won't have your soul also” he said firmly, “Don´t watch my sweet girl, you are still an innocent'' Your eyes filled with tears, but you nodded. He signaled Druig to accompany you. He took your arm softly and led you out of the warehouse, but before you could be out of ear’s reach, you heard something that made your blood ran cold

“Tell me something doll, before you leave” you stopped walking, fearful, not wanting to hear more filthy words coming from him, “Are you pregnant?” asked Bucky, with his dark, mocking voice, “We deserve to know”

You’ve been a month with them, and they were right, you were late, and that scared you to death. But like life was breathed into you, Druig put his hand in your lower back, helping you to keep walking, and getting away from them

“Answer us!” yelled Steve, but soon you heard a thump, and then a pained moan, you’ll never answer them, they didn’t deserve to know anything

When he knew you were out of the warehouse, and relatively safe, he turned around to meet them both

“She is ours” laughed Bucky, “We marked her, she will never forget what we did to her”

“She is Carrara Marble” he said, despicably “You can try to do whatever you want, shape her, mold her, taint her with markings, but you can't truly break her, you can't ruin her, at the end of the day, she will remain beautiful and strong, grand, unlike you” Steve spitted a mixture of saliva and blood over his feet, “You will melt, like plastic” he said signaling the huge warehouse they were in

“She is pregnant” said Steve, “She will always remember us, everytime she looks at our baby…” your nonno only growled

“Well they should be… tortured for months until their are beggin for their deaths, but…” he said, almost bored, ignoring them completly, “We don’t have much time, I want to go back home” He wouldn’t even answer them.

“Yes, but we can still make them hurt until they burn” Ikaris said, taking from a table a silver pair of tweezers

“I’m more a fan of the pinza di castrazione” said Druig, “The one we use on the bulls”

“Yeah, I agree” said Ikaris, smiling widely

“Get the fuck away from me!” yelled Bucky

“Don’t you dare come near me!” yelled Steve, “You don’t know what the fuck you are doing, you are never leaving the United States alive”

“I think this one still doesn’t know how everything went down” said Ikaris, “It might be confusing, to realise you lost your unstable kingdom”

At this time, two men, alongside Thor and Loki showed up, dragging Peter into the warehouse, and dropped him right in front of them

“This is the responsible of all this madness” said Loki, looking at the still unconscious man

“I agree” responded Césare

“Take him” said Steve, “He is the responsible one” now he was just desperate

“You are not coming out of this alive” said Ikaris, “None of you are”

“Let’s begin” he sentenced, an he walked back and let his men torture Steve and Bucky, using special tweezers to remove…

He had to admit he winced when he heard their screams, bouncing of the walls of the warehouse, curses and screams resounding in the space that turned smaller and smaller, filled with screams and blood

“The kid” he said, his eyes burning with disdain, “You know what we do to snitches and traitors” he said, with his hand, and with his index and middle finger made a “snipping” sign.

You saw your grandfather walk out of the warehouse and towards your car, being followed closely behind by his men. Flames started to grow behind them, making everything glow with orange and yellow light in the dark night. At some point, it escalated through the walls and into the roof, making you believe he was coming out of hell itself.

He got right next to you into the car. And you couldn’t wait any longer and you hugged him tightly, and he engulfed you into his arms, as he caressed your hair, and your back

“I should have brought you home when your mamma was gone, nipotina” he said into your hair, as his arms held you tightly, “Would you ever forgive me? I'll spend the rest of my wicked life trying to make it up to you” you nodded in his chest, and he kissed the crown of your head, “Where do you want to go?” he asked, “tell me and I will take you, far away from here”

“I want to go home” you said softly, “With you, to Italy”

“Your wishes are my command”

1.8 years later.

The midday sun shines brightly over your head, it's rays drawing shapes in the calm lake in front of the house. A soft breeze made it bearable to be outside, enjoying the beautiful day at the edge of the Como lake

“Come here” with open arms you received your daughter in your arms, who had just become a toddler as she gave her wobbly first steps, “My sweet sweet girl” you praised, kissing her on her chubby cheeks. She giggled when you did, hugging your neck with her tiny arms.

“Mamma!” she giggled, and the sound brought you joy, warming your chest with love

“Ti amo tanto” you whispered into her soft hair, arranged in a cute updo, leaving a small palm tree-like lock of hair in the top of her beautiful head

“Mamma!” she giggled again, that being one of the two words she had learned yet

“You are a mama's girl aren't you?” you asked

"Ti" she said

“There you are my girls” you turned softly to see your grandfather coming to join you in the backyard, “This is a beautiful day” he celebrated, “can't believe she turned 1 last week”

“And she is walking now” you say, taking foot with your daughter in your arms, walking towards him

“It’s lunchtime” you nodded and went inside the house by his side, where you met the rest of your family, your aunt Ajak, and his children, and their spouses. You were a big family, and you loved it, always a noisy, big house, filled with laughter.

You grandpa took seat at the head of the table, and you by his right side with your daughter in your lap

“Cousin!” Called Phastos, “want lasagna?”

“You are insulting me if you had to ask” you giggled, trying to accommodate you daughter in you leg, seeing you struggle, you aunt Thena that was right next to you grab her in her arms

“She is the sweetest little girl” said Kingo and you just smiled, “I would have 4 of them, only if they were as cute as her”

“I agree, but we are good with only her” said Druig, but everyone booed him and Makkari, his girlfriend just smiled

"Well, we want one!” Ikaris laughed, grabbing Sersi’s hand who nodded

Your chest just fluttered with warmth, by the love of your family, your daughter giggled in her aunt’s arms, and you knew all the persons in there loved her as much as you did, here you had a family that would kill and die for you, and that’s exactly what you need-

“We are ready to receive our guests from New York tomorrow” a sudden fear took hold of you, and you looked to your grandfather looking for answers, “My friend Odin is visiting with both his sons” you breathed a little more easily.

Nothing will be able to touch you here, you were safe, with your cousins and uncles, and your grandfather

. . .

“Isn't she a looker?” he asked proudly, as he bounce his leg and the new toddler giggled with an adorable one teeth smile, “Just like her mamma”

“She is a cutie” agreed Odin, as he took a sip of that italian wine coming from the vineyard your grandfather owned. He looked around, enjoying the view, “I think they like each other” he said softly, they both shared smiles

“I do believe that” he responded, “But if your son wants my grandaughter, he can court her here, under my watchful eye” he said firmly, as Odin smiled and looked at the lake´s shore, where you walked along his son

Post chapter notes: yeah I said “son of Odin” reader´s choice if it is Thor or Loki. So she gets a happy ending, safe and protected in her lake-mansion, with her grandfather and family, his love interest and her adorable daughter, (And I promised you she never thought of them while looking at her) And without the need of ever working because she is inheriting her grandfather´s mob fortune YEAHHH FOR USSS

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horriblehs · 2 years

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k's masterlist!

smut= *

non-con= &

fluff= !

angst= ^

love letter from moi: hi guys welcome to my revamped masterlist<3 and before you look I have one request, please follow the guide above before reading any of my fics! and dont copy my work or ill eat your toes.

harry potter

both generations

marauders era

the marauders

quiet

mafia hc's (!^)

p links (*)

sirius black

puppy dog eyes (!)

face sitting

bags (^)

smoke (^)

beautiful boy(!)

she looks just like a dream

remus lupin

isn't she lovely(!)

remus and baby maeve(!)

dumb bunny(*)

james potter

hugs from behind(!)

marry me(!)

you are my sunshine(!)

james and arabella (!)

regulus black

me and my boyfriend (^)

edging(*)

3 years(^)

golden trio era

blaise zabini

try again (*)

marvel cinematic universe

eternals

druig

nsfw alphabet

the avengers

bucky barnes

angel(*)

matt murdock

thigh riding (*)

peaky blinders

tommy shelby

boo boos

stranger things

billy hargrove

dating billy(!)

dating billy pt 2(!)

steve harrington

when you're with him(^)

celebrities

måneskin

ethan torchio

nsfw hc's(*)

champagne and sunshine(*)

paul dano + his characters

never mistranslate, okja jay

six of crows

kaz brekker

marry me(!)

are we too young for this?(^)

gossip girl

max wolfe

sharing clothes (!)

euphoria

eliot

baby (&)

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hrtbreakanniversary · 2 years

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HONESTY; druig [one]

summary: this wasn't in the job description.

pairing: mafia!druig x nurse!reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings: blood, language, violence, guns, misogyny, crude remarks, DRUIG

a/n: ty for all the love on the intro! i appreciate you all so very very much. also kro's face claim is bill skarsgard. hope you like it!

intro

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LONDON

Nibbling on her nail, she nervously tapped her foot. Watching through the clear glass for it to drop. For if it didn't, her whole life was be ruined. There was no reason for her to-

Click. Drop.

Finally.

A dollar not wasted.

With a devious smile, she reached down and grabbed the Fiber One bar. Oh the chocolatey goodness. Sighing, Y/N ripped open the packet right there in front of the vending machine to take a quick bite out of it because she knew her pager would go crazy at any second now.

She felt the gooey goodness of the oats, chocolate, and honey enter her mouth and she couldn't resist but to slowly chew to savor the taste. Opening her mouth to take another bite, the granola bar was pulled out of her hand.

She groaned out, already knowing exactly who the culprit was.

Taking a bite out of her a pound of a treat, Doctor Dane Whitman sent her a wink. He turned away from the female whose hands were propped onto her hips in utter disbelief to continue his way down the long hall. With a huff, Y/N fast walked past all the residents to slip her arm into his, pulling him down to slouch to her level. "You still have that date tomorrow night?"

"Regretfully yes."

"Who is it with again?"

"Some bloke, Kro. I'm meeting him at a bar."

"Kro? In heavens name is that? Where'd you meet a Kro?"

"Where most love stories begin." Her phone yanked from the side pocket of her scrubs," Tinder." After worried advice of Dane wishing her to be careful and to be dressed right for the cold weather, she looked down at the half eaten fiber one in his hands," In exchange for my dinner you just took, say, would you let me assist on your next surgery then?"

"I don't think someone's life is equal to a bar." Dane laughed, removing his arm to wrap around Y/N's shoulder instead. "Not that I'd think you'd kill someone. I know you've got talent but you’re not scheduled with me today nor yesterday nor tomorrow nor ever,” He teased but the shorter girl could only roll her eyes.

"Come on." She pouted," I'd much rather shadow you than Trevor."

"You have to give him more credit."

"He'd have a whole room full of me and one intern and he'd choose the intern over me." Y/N knew what Dane had to say. It's what he'd say each time. Deepening her voice, “ You just have to prove him wrong." Pushing his arm off of her," Yeah, I can't really do that if I can't touch anything."

Dane did feel for the girl. He's known Y/N since she’s moved here two years ago from the small borough of Kensington to Hamsptead. The newly turned 21 year old who had just graduated from nursing school had barely known the hardships of life from her spoiled upbringing. It didn't help she was naturally selected each time due to her last name. Only now she is being neglected her chances because Trevor Moore had moved from the United States and the first person to tell her no. He's not saying that she doesn't deserve to be where she is now because he knew she was so hardworking but the fact that it's best she learns you can not be simply handed things because it is asked for.

Though he did want to punch Trevor. The man is a git.

"Then you know. Prove, prove, prove. Prove that you're more than what he thinks he is."

"Okay, Yoda."

"You think I'm hot and wise?"

"No, you're wrinkly and hairy."

"Ha ha ha." He pulled a face as he held the door open for them to walk into the holding area. Y/N tilted her head," Wait, did you just call Yoda hot?" The wrinkles from her scowl smoothed out, feeling pretty impressed at the annoyed look on his face. The two stood in front of one another in silence as they settled down, other nurses and their CNAs frantically running through the halls. Dane took it in himself to break the pause," Okay, how about this? If Trevor doesn't have anything for you today, I have a surgery you can accompany me on tonight." The operating room nurse assisted on slipping the rest of his blue coat," We're performing an easy bypass surgery."

"Oh, I've done that a million times! I assure you that I can do

"I know." Mask already on, " 7 p.m."

"7 p.m." She repeated, pulling up a thumbs up to Dane who had once again turned her back towards her.

"You're doing it wrong."

The syringe fell the ground after Trevor fought from it. Y/N knew she should've just let it go but she was stubborn and she desperately needed to do what Dane advised. "How'd you even pass medical school if you can't even fill it up correctly?"

Seething teeth, Y/N opened her mouth in protest but she quickly made eye contact with the girl glowering up at them. Her eyes flicking between them from behind her ginger hair. It wasn't hard to tell that she was beginning to feel anxious the second she saw her hands fidget with the string of her purse so Y/N took the step to move behind the curtain so that there was more air to breathe. Whispers could be heard behind before the clacking of heels coming around the curtain signaled that Trevor had finished.

"I was doing it right, you asshole."

"You just call me an asshole?"

"No other person in this room except for you."

Trevor clenched his jaw, disposing of the now contaminated needle. "You're so fucking immature." He grumbled. "You need to how to respect people who are in a higher position than you. Just because you think that you're right doesn't mean you are."

His lips kept moving but it was like there was nothing coming out of his lips because it was all white noise to her.

If anyone was immature, it was him. As she watched him fill up the syringe the same way she did, her mind ran through all the things she did wrong according to him. From the way she checked the blood pressure of the older patients to the way that she assisted someone to the bathroom. Y/N tried her best not to take it to the heart because she heard worse things said about her behind her break and to her face. His comments were just rocks compared to the arrows that have pierced her skin.

Plus through the break room gossip that typically got around, it's pretty obvious that he has this hostile attitude to anybody that doesn't have any balls between their legs.

"If your mind was off what color you should do at your next appointment, you wouldn't be making these small little mistakes."

Curses sat on the end of her tongue, tempted to grab the tray next to her and simply just bonk his head over with it. But sound of the clock turning a hand that signaled that a new hour had dawned before them drifted her attention away from the weasel of a man in front of her.

7 p.m.

"Do we have any more patients scheduled for today?"

"Why are you asking me? It's not like you'd be of any help if we did have any." Trevor hummed, signing off the last papers.

"So no?"

"You're really wasti-"

Y/N walked out towards the hallway, knowing she left before Trevor could finish his sentence with an extra skip in her step. It's the fact she hasn't gotten her hands in on a surgery in so long. She couldn't wait to get her hands moving. A wide smile prompted its way onto her face, turning the corner only to catch a large man who fell so stiffly like a building. A warm and wet feeling covered her left hand when she found her balance and caught him on his upper torso, one on his back and other under his arm. When she lifted it up, red had entirely coated her index finger and ring finger.

Behind him stood a beautiful woman. It was hard to not stare, her beauty mark in the perfect place atop her lips. Her hair pinned back but a mess. After her came a man who stood shorter than the two but you could tell he carried himself with much confidence to overpower that fact. If it was hard to not stare at her, it was even harder to not stare at him. His ocean blue eyes pierced through her own Y/E/C eyes.

But she was cut off from her trance when she heard the frantic rush of," Where's Sprite?" come out of one of their mouths.

Just as fast as she exited the hospital room, she backed right back in.

"What? Done messin-" Trevor's eyes grew as big as his head when he caught sight of bleeding man in front of him, " Well, what are you doing? Get him onto the table."

"What the hell do you think I'm doing?" Y/N seethed, setting the man down as gently as she could. That's when she got a formal look at his chiseled face and the grey steak on his hair, along with the gashing cut that had ripped through his two layers of clothes that continuously seeped out blood. Just as fast, she clamped her hands down with a towel she stole from the side to try to slow it down.

"Ikaris!" The young patient from before ran into the room, her hand holding onto her right arm. Y/N worriedly eyed her, "Trevor, can you check on her?". She didn't check to see Trevor had listened, her attention immediately back to who she presumed was Ikaris on the bed. With her other hand, she tried to reach for a retractor but it was slapped away. In shock, Trevor looked down at her with those eyes that had a foul feel that could make anyone else cover away.

"You planned this, didn't you?"

"What?"

"Don't think I didn't hear your conversation with Whitman."

Unknowingly, the older woman zoned into the conversation at that mention of the familiar last name.

Trevor continued," This is all a ploy to get yourself to prove yourself to me. You taking the bigger role while I take the smaller one.”

"Really? Right now?" Y/N scoffed in disbelief, grabbing the retractor to push back the skin and dropping the towel down to get a better look. She knew it. Everything else in the room disappeared and it was just her and the patient's life in her hands. She saw the vein that was gaping open at her. Luckily it didn't fully cut through. She grabbed a clamp next to hold the vein together. Reaching for the materials needed for the suture but it was too far. "Trevor, can you-", She felt a hot breath breathe down her neck," So how much you pay for this to all happen? Or did Daddy forgive you and decide to give you some money now? Mommy make enough stripper money?"

Trevor's comments never bothered her. They never bothered her because he never brought up her family. Fuck, she had no idea that he knew about that. But like she said, break room gossip got around.

No, not right now. She pleaded to herself. Please not right now.

Her breathing began to get shaky and her hands clasped and unclosed around the tool. More and more blood flowing out the more her mind took over.

"Shame you didn't follow your Mommy. I mean your attitude is something else and can get you in trouble but man, this body. Oh wait, I know what this is for. My attention." Trevor leaned closer," You woman and your need for attention. It's pretty dangerous sometimes. To yourself and everyone around you. That's why you all belong at home behind the counter, making me food for when I get home. Don't know why you have to do a man's work. All you ladies need to do is sit there and look pretty while sucking my-" His airways were cut off as he pulled back by his front collar from someone behind him.

"Now... now... that's no way to talk to a lady. Especially with a child in the room. Your Momma know you speak with a mouth like that?" The other man from earlier tightened his grip, Trevor letting out a strangled cough. He pushed Trevor against the wall, holding him up with one hand," She doesn't look fairly comfortable to me for you to get all up and personal like that." He blew a piece of Trevor's hair away, causing him to frantically blink in fear,"Now I typically do not care what you do with one another but right now, you're going to leave the pretty gal alone because if that man bleeding out right there dies, it won't be because of her but because of you. I don't think I need to tell you what the consequences are if that happens." A hard cold metal poked Trevor on the side and in the corner of her eye, Y/N saw the outline of a gun. If she wasn't freaking out before, she was now. Why did he have a gun? Was he going to kill Trevor?

"Druig, let him go." The beautiful woman spoke up for the first time that moment. Druig didn't budge and closed his hand tighter around the collar, Trevor wheezing out a breath," Sersi, you surprise me. Wouldn't you want men like this to be squashed like a little bug when they act like one?"

"Now."

With a huff, Druig let go of the red faced man and swiftly tucked the gun back into the slot between his jeans. Trevor collapsed to the floor, searching for air to fill his lungs. "Y-You're crazy. I'm calling the police!" He was out of the room without Sersi being able to say something.

"I'll have a word with you later." Sersi whispered underneath her breath to Druig who couldn't help but have a smug look on his face. But soon the attention was back to Ikaris whose face grew paler and paler.

Y/N just stared, afraid for her next move.

"Well, what are you doing?" Sprite spoke first," Save him!"

But Y/N was still in her own state of mind. Her hands now becoming more and more shaky. "C-Can- Pass me the tweezers, holder, and that thread." At first, Sprite had struggled to find out but it was on one of the blue trays to the side before swiftly handing it to her. Y/N quickly began the suture but she was in shock from what Trevor had said and the fear of whoever these people are in the room with her. Her hands stopped shaking but her breathing became too rapid, making it hard for her to see properly. It didn't help with who she presumed was Sersi had stepped forward to keep a close eye on her. Around the second loop, she felt she was going to faint. Her mouth dry and her eyes heavy.

A cold hand rested on the nape of her neck,"Breathe." Druig curled and leaned down," Breathe with me."

She tensed up. Is he going to pull the trigger on her? "No please. I-"

"I'm not going to hurt you. Just listen to my breathing and follow."

Y/N obeyed in the case he would hurt her and listened to his breathing. Her racing breath began to slow down, following in rhythm with his as they took turns exhaling and inhaling. Druig moved his other hand to wrap around her forearm, his thumb sliding on the skin. When she finally gained her conscience back, it was like magic. Suturing the vein came like the wind, fast and easy.

Trevor hurriedly pulled on his peacoat, not even trying with his scarf. He can just tell HR that he fell sick. They'd understand. Tucking his hands away to make himself appear smaller, his eyes were set on the door. His feet swiftly dragged him. Eyes darting side to side in fear for something to jump. His heart dropped when he stopped by his arm but let out a deep breath when he saw that it was just Dane. "Where's Y/L/N?"

Trevor looked back at the room which caused Dane to turn his head towards before he roughly yanked his arm out of Dane's grip, breaking into a sprint to the exit.

Usually Dane would brush off Trevor's strange behavior but it's the way he had looked like he saw a ghost. Almost like a trance, he began the walk to the room Trevor motioned to, eyeing the puddle of blood near the entrance. "Y/N?" He shoved open the door to see four familiar faces.

Y/N snapped her head back, Druig's hand falling off but his hand on her arm still remained. Now halfway through the stitch on the outer layer of Ikaris’s skin, she cursed Dane for his bad timing. She saw them all turn to look at the new presence in the room. "Please don't hurt him. He's one of our top surgeon. His life is much more valuable than mine. Please, he did nothing wrong.” She pleaded.

"Nurse Y/N, I'll take over from here."

Dane had kicked out everyone else from the room except for Sersei. As she did in the beginning of the night, her nails returned back to her mouth as she nervously bit her thumbnail.

"That's not good for you."

Shit, she didn’t even know he was standing there. Sprite had announced she was going to get a snack from the cafeteria because all of this made her super stressed out. That all she wanted to do was get a vaccine shot and go. Y/N assumed that the older male had followed her but here he was. Although he did help calm her down, she still felt fairly intimidated by the one standing before her. Averting her eyes to the ground, Druig pushed himself off the wall and mocked her crossed arms. Craning his neck down so she could look at him.

"You always let that man talk to you like that?", He didn't wait for an answer," Pretty obvious you do."

"Hey, you don't know me."

"No, I don't. But you're pretty easy to read." His eyes held a glint she's never seen before," Spoiled girl? Always gets what she wants?"

"And what are you? Some boy with anger issues? Pulling out a gun in the middle of the hospital. "Frowning, "You don't know me." She repeated but this time her voice began to falter, " I could care less about what that man has to say about me."

"Hm." Druig looked up into the air as if he was thinking of what to say next," So you don't know how to stand up for yourself. I can see how easy you let people get under your skin. I can how easy you let them step over you. Hell, you're letting me do it right now."

"What's your problem?"

"My problem. My problem is I dislike people like you. I dislike the ones that are so weak." He pointed," People like you irritate the fuck out of me."

"Then why did you defend me?" Y/N laid her hand out, "If you agreed with what he said so much."

"I didn't agree what he said and I didn't defend you. You blanked out and I simply just didn't want my colleague to die because you couldn't handle criticism."

Now she hadn't thought a stranger would care about her in the slightest nor was she hoping for it. But to be plain rude out like that. Another man in for a cursing again and this time there was no child there to prevent her from the nasty words she had to say.

But the sound of a crispy chip cut her off, signaling that somehow on time, Sprite was back. And just like Druig said, she left it at that with no words to defend herself and walked away. Reminding herself that her silence was the best weapon that she had.

Ikaris's chest rose up and down, signaling that he was in fact breathing and the EKG machine was now attached to him, his heart beating at a normal rate.

The two ex-lovers sat besides each other, their shoulders brushing up against up one another. Although there was no time to be feel fiddly. No time to catch up on the last three years they have not seen each other since the dreadful night that they refuse to think about.

Because they knew something. They knew something was coming.

They were already back.

"What are you going to do now?"

"Ikaris has just been shot and I didn't see where it came from. We're suppose to be here to get things done for Sprite's school but I doubt it's safe for her to go anymore. So I haven't really gotten the time to make a plan yet."

Dane knew not to say anything more because he poked at her one more time, he would unleash the temper that he knew she had. A temper that he didn't want to deal with after this tiring day. But he noticed something. More like someone. That someone that would typically be here in anything involved one of her family getting injured.

"Where's Ajak, Sersi?"

"Ajak is dead."

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Fic Rec

From Nov 2021 to Jan 2022

This is my 2nd Fic Rec list. 1st one here. If I have more than 5 fic recs from the same author they will get their own little section. These are not in any order, I do tend to binge certain writers and that’s why they may have way more than someone else, but everyone on here is very talented~! Some of these works have sensitive or dark themes, please be sure to read warnings on all individual works!

Goosebumps by Cherienymphe, there was a Tumblr link but it’s not working, so try the Ao3~ Bucky Barnes

Eye Contact by Bee - Jake Jensen @beelicious-barnes

Cheesy by Bee - Bucky Barnes

Early Christmas Dinner by Bee - Jake Jensen

Yours by Jade - Bucky Barnes @jadedvibes

The Interrogation by Rose - Lee Bodecker @gogolucky13

Mean It by Rose - Bucky Barnes

Mending Hearts by Stephanie - Bucky Barnes @bucky-soldat

Dreamland by Nora - Bucky Barnes @bucksfucks

Faking It Masterlist by Nora - Bucky Barnes

A Taste by Thanatosfic - Steve Rogers @thanatosfic

Can I Come Over? by Fineanddandy - Chris Evans @fineanddandy

Ari Roommate; Let’s be Roomies and Baby Girl by Fineanddandy

Bucky wants to start a family by Darcy - Bucky Barnes @metalbuckaroo

Sweet Nothings Part 1 by Darcy - Bucky Barnes (ongoing series)

Sweatshirt by Darcy - Bucky Barnes

Creature by Giorno - Bucky Barnes @giorno-plays-piano

Crow’s Marriage by Giorno - Peter Parker

Desperate Affairs Masterlist by Jennifer @georgiapeach30513

The North Princess & The Seven Men Series Masterlist by Jennifer

Labeled by Bones - Bucky Barnes @boxofbonesfic

Good Bones Masterlist by Bones - Jake Jensen and Andy Barber

Mistletoe by Bones - Curtis Everett

Second Heartbeat by Bones - Steve and Bucky

Dark Bucky by Lau @sweeterthanthis

Easily Repair by Navy - Charles Blackwood @navybrat817

Lose Control by Navy - Bucky Barnes

Wake Up Call by Navy - Nick Fowler

Soft Spot by Navy - Nick Fowler

Deliverance by BrandyCranby - Curtis Everett @brandycranby

Polar by Brittany - Ari Levinson @avintagekiss24

Druig Headcanon by Ashley @musiccutiepatooty

Jealous by Alina - Druig @sargeant-bxrnes

Curtis Imagine by Amber @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Home by Mary - Lee Bodecker @ladyfallonavenger

Arvin Russell Drabble by Roo @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Flutter Masterlist by Bee - Destroyer Chris @babyboibucky

For the First Time by Jo - Bucky Barnes @jobean12-blog

Spread by Jo - Bucky Barnes

Fics from Star @angrythingstarlight

Construction Work Bucky. Drabble 1, Drabble 2, Drabble 3 - Bucky Barnes

On My Tongue - Bucky Barnes

Mafia!DILF! Bucky - Bucky Barnes

Alpha! Ari, Steve, and Chris(Destroyer) kinks imagine

Mafia Men and their bondage favorites imagine - Nick, Bucky, Ari, and Steve

Lumberjack!Steve Rogers imagine (favorite poistion)

Let Us Take Care of You - Mafia! STUCKY

Just a Scratch - Mafia Bucky Barnes

It All Belongs to You - Beefy Biker Bucky Barnes

Beefy Biker Bucky comforting crying Gorgeous

Biker Ari Get to Know Him, and him trying to get permission

Breeds of Men headcanon

Chubby Camboy Bucky Barnes

Camboy Steve Rogers

Angry Mafia Ari

Beefy Lumberjack Alpha Bucky

Alpha Bucky and his rut

Alphas Chasing you to breed you

When Mafia Ari throws you over his shoulder

Ari AU’s and their Shibari Kink

Lumberjack Bucky and Teacher Reader, Part 1 and Part 2

Chubby Baker Bucky’s Nutritional Facts

Pussy Whipped Mafia Bucky

Beefy Alpha Steve

Mafia Nick Fowler

Fics from River @river-soul

Soft!Dark King Curtis + Corruption Kink - Curtis Everett

Who Says You Can’t Go Home - Curtis Everett

My Home is You, Part 1 and Part 2 - Curtis Everett - ongoing series

Jake Jensen Headcanon

Three’s a Crowd Masterlist - Frank Adler and Ari Levinson

Best Laid Plans - Steve Rogers

To Build a Home - Soft Dark Andy Barber

My Home is You Masterlist (ongoing series)

Property Damage Part 1, and Part 2

Fake Dating Trope with different CE Characters

Plans Pending 1, just start yet amazing ongoing series

Fics from Synth @syntheticavenger

Can’t Explain It - Jake Jensen

Turn the Tables - Dennis Baker

Ransom Drysdale imagine

Old Habits - Curtis Everett

Love Me Harder Part 1 and Part 2 (bonus drabble)- Jake Jensen (ongoing series)

Crawling in the Dark - Winter Solider

Bartender Ari Levinson x Innocent Reader

Mr. July ongoing series. Teaser Part 1 Part 2 Date Drabble - Steve Rogers

Something Pure and True - Bucky Barnes

Fragile - Series Masterlist - Steve Rogers

Heart of Glass Series Masterlist (ongoing) - Curtis Everett

Dark Curtis drabble

Heart-Shaped Box - Ari Levinson

All For Us - Frank Adler

Dark Vampire Curtis

Fics from Jen @sapphirescrolls-deactivated2022 who has deactivated so I’m linking my Fic Recs for her through her Ao3 here. You can find Jen on Ao3 under StarryNighty

The Appointment - Andy Barber

Arvin Russel Headcanon

Small Spaces - Bucky Barnes

Coffee - Bruce Banner

Catfish - August Walker

Daisies - Bucky Barnes

Back Home - Bucky Barnes

#lalah fic rec

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