#mob!jefferson x reader

[imaginedreamwrite]

Like My Father: Part 11

A/N: Violence and a few triggering topics/conversation in the second half

“I haven’t spent much time in here.” You observed, trailing your fingertips along the edge of the storage cabinet along the far wall, the rows of books stacked neatly on dark shelves had spines illuminated with silver or gold letters.

Across from the shelves and the storage cabinet were two matching love seats made of soft white leather and dark cotton throw pillows that had been set against the puckered armrests. There was a single folded blanket that had been set in the middle of the couch on the left, the flannel pattern a clashing distinction from the rest of the room.

The desk was stationed near the back of the room, and there were matching storage cabinets behind the desk that matched the dark wood aesthetic.

In the open-faced cabinets were some files that had been set in clear bins, a few framed degrees and other legal forms that would aid Andy and the ‘family’ in general. On the desk was a closed laptop with a phone to the right, the device was connected to the landline and security system that was still used throughout the house.

“Your father did his best to protect you from this world.” Andy had closed the door behind you both, his footsteps muffled on the area rug that sat below the couches and met the edge of the door.

When he had stepped off the area rug onto the hardwood, you had winced softly at the sound that hit your ears with grating irritation. Despite the coffee and the pastry that you had eaten, you were still dealing with the lingering aftereffects of the drugging, and it was affecting you almost as if you were suffering a hangover.

“If he wanted to protect me from this world, then why did he give it to me?” You turned slowly and settled your gaze upon Andy, watching him attempt to keep the noise down as he pulled the rolling leather chair out from under the desk to sit on the cushion.

Even as he had lifted the laptop and began to type on the device, giving whatever credentials he needed to have access, he tried to be quiet. You watched him focus, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed with all the telltale signs of a man who was concentrating on the task at hand like the seasoned lawyer he was.

“Andy,” you stepped forward, drawing yourself nearer to the desk, “do you think my dad made a mistake? Do you think he should have just…married me off?”

Andy had raised his head and looked at you with the same furrowed brows and pursed lips, only instead of being focused and concentrating, he had appeared confused. He leaned forward and rest his elbows on the desk with his fingers intertwined and resting under his chin, he was watching you with intense focus.

He was giving you the entirety of his attention, looking at nothing but you while the facet of emotion in his eyes shifted, and his scent was radiating and pulsating with comfort and ease, he was your alpha and he knew you needed comfort. He was waiting for you to finish, he had every right to cut you off and degrade your worries as an alpha. He could have very well shot you down with an alpha command, one that would have settled in your skin with no chance of ignoring the demand.

He could have overstepped and taken those liberties with you because of the differences in your designations, other alphas had done worse to omegas, and other alphas have demanded more.

“No,” his voice was even and he spoke with unkempt truth.

“Honey, your father would have never done that to you. Your father believed that you could do this. He didn’t want to see you married off to someone who would try and tamper your spirit and that fire. He knew that this whole family, this empire, needed an omega. Despite what everyone else may think, despite what they may all believe, you were purposely chosen for this. Your father didn’t want anyone else to do this, he knew that you could and you would be the only one he would ever give this to.”

“And you? And you all?” You questioned them, even if you had already been reassured of everything. You were in charge now, this was your responsibility and if you had failed it would be your failure.

“We’re all here for you.” Andy had tucked his chin into his chest and drew in a soft breath. “You are ours and we are yours.”

“Everything we do, we do together.”

“If you fail,” Andy had whispered to you, “we all fail. We’re here for you, we’re all here for you.”

You nodded your head and shuffled toward one of the chairs in front of the desk and slowly sat down on the cushioned surface before you tucked your feet under. You had drawn your bottom lip into your mouth and nibbled on your flesh, your eyes captivated by some of the artwork that was on the walls.

There was lingering silence between you two, lingering quietude that had remained comfortable enough for you to be able to focus on the mess in your head and the interior design of the office your father had once loved.

“I don’t understand this, I hate this. This is so stupid.” Your frustration had come out as a huff, and the book in your hands was tossed to the couch.

“You’re not trying.” Ari had gently scolded you from behind the desk, his gaze flickering from the computer to you and your position halfway off the couch.

“I don’t want to try, Ari. I don’t want to try. I want to forget this and get ice cream.” You turned your head and blew out a puff of air, annoyed while rolling your eyes when he laughed and shook your head.

“Nice try, finish your homework.”

“Blowhard.” You muttered under your breath and pushed yourself back on the couch, flopping down on the cushions and then you reached under your back and removed the book from where it was trapped.

“You can have ice cream when you’re done.” Ari had relayed the hopefulness when you had opened the book and held it above your face, however, you were far less interested in reading as you were pressing him for a few ins and outs of the business.

Before you could even open your mouth to speak, the office door had flown open with a large crash and a man was dropped to the carpet uncouthly. Ari immediately stood and walked around the front of the desk, tension in his shoulders and back as he moved toward the door.

“Get him the fuck out of here.” Ari had hissed, standing between you and the man laying on the carpet, blocking you from seeing what was going on while his scent and the prowess of his designation had kept you frozen in place.

“Ari-“

“Now!” He growled and shoved one of your father’s men back, only briefly glancing over his shoulder toward you and then he looked away. “Get him the fuck out of here, now.”

The limp man was lifted from the floor and the door was slammed with a solid thud that rattled a few pictures on the wall. Stunned silence had fallen between you two, your mouth opened and closed a few times as you fought for any words to become vocalized. There was so much you wanted to know and ask, so much you wanted to dive into but no words would form on your tongue.

At least, not until Ari had turned and ran his fingers through his hair. “You wanna skip this and get ice cream?”

“Uhh…yeah. Yeah.” You snapped the book shut and discarded it, quick to stand and shuffle toward him.

“Good, get your things.”

Brick and mortar were the perfect substance to act as the grater for skin and bone. It was a single strike that had him sent flying into the rough surface, and the cry that followed hit their ears. Neither one was apologetic, neither one had any qualms about spilling blood and cutting flesh, not when they had questions that needed to be answered.

“You have two minutes.”

“I don’t know! I don’t know! I don’t-“ Their target had cried in protest, pleading with them despite being one of the men on shift when the bottles had been filled and corked.

The local brewery and winery had been a favourite of their guests, and until now it had been without fail. Until the moment someone had slipped roofies into the bottles before they were corked, there was never a doubt for the local favourite.

“You were here, you knew something.”

“There are cameras! Check the cameras!” He squealed and drew in a sharp breath when Ari lifted him from the ground and held him against the wall.

Ari had looked back at Nick as he began unsheathing one of his favourite knives, the glint of the metal surface reflecting the sun’s rays.

“We already checked the cameras and they were found faulty. Now, you were on shift and everyone you work with has thrown you under the bus. You can either tell us who gave you the brilliant idea or Nick will start cutting nonessential pieces off of you.”

“I’m starting with his dick, he doesn’t need it.” Nick had stepped toward the target and turned the knife in his hands, allowing the decrepit man to visually see the weapon that was going to be used on him.

“He’s losing patience, now-“

“I don’t know! I don’t know his name! Please, fuck-!” He whimpered in Ari’s tight hold, his feet dangling above the ground as the inability to breathe had become stronger when Ari tightened his hand around his throat.

“I got a message, a text asking if I want to make some money. I was told to spike the drink and send it to the party, I didn’t know-“

“He’s lying, you’re lying. You better start telling the truth or you’ll find yourself missing an invaluable piece.” Nick had stood on the other side of Ari, his fingers wrapped tightly around the hilt of the knife.

“I can usually make it easy on a person but for you-“ Nick glinted, he had tilted his head and cast his darkening blue eyes upon the quaking prick.

“I’m telling the truth! I swear! I have the message, I have-“ he shook in Ari’s hands, quaking and whining as he begged for release.

“The message is gone.” Ari’s fingers flexed, and his hand tightened as the man attempted to claw and strike at him.

“It was an alpha!” His hands loosened on his body, his mouth parted as he hastily sucked in air. “AN ALPHA!”

“What alpha?” Nick’s jaw clenched, the veins in his neck protruding as a settled force of rage was starting to course in his body. “What fucking alpha?”

“O-one who was b-betting on having your bitch-“

“Cut out his tongue.” Ari dropped the quim to the ground, allowing Nick to step forward and press the blade of the knife against his lips.

“You should mind how you speak to her. She has a lot of power at her fingertips.”

“I-its not m-me. It’s his words.” He raised his hands in protest, begging Nick and Ari for mercy. “He called her a bitch. He said that he was expecting to bed the bitch and inherit it all.”

“Cut off his dick and his tongue.” Ari’s clear and crisp voice heralded his calm fury. He was pissed beyond all measure but he was controlled, his anger was bedded down under great restraint.

“I told you everything! I told you everything I know!” He pleaded with Nick, his voice getting muffled when a dirty rag was shoved into his mouth.

“Keep your hands still, I don’t want you dying from this.” Nick placed his foot on the target’s chest and cut away the fabric of his jeans, exposing his withering dick to the open air.

“You know,” Nick raised his head and locked eyes with their prey, “we’re not just doing this for our boss. We know things about you, a lot of dirty details that your rich daddy had covered up.”

“You like them young, don’t you?” Ari spat at him, disgusted and vigorously pissed off at the sick man trapped against the ground. “You need to learn how not to fuck with vulnerable people.”

His cries came as Nick pressed the tip of the knife against the poor bastard’s flesh, drawing a few pebbles of blood.

“Trust me, this is good for everyone.” Nick pressed harder, he worked the blade over and over like he intended while their target thrashed and screamed into the cloth.

Nick had stood back once his first task was done, cutting off the ill-gotten member and wrapping it in a cloth. He had stared down at the weeping target, Nick’s lips stretching into a smirk before he whistled for Ari.

“You need to be marked, you need to wear your charges so everyone knows.” Nick grabbed his right arm and lifted it while Ari helped him hold the bastard down.

He pressed the knife to flesh again and carved out the disgusting and revolting word into his forearm, marking him permanently with the engrained and damning charge.

“Now everyone will know what a piece of shit you are.” Nick wiped the blood off the knife and spat it on their victim’s body. “You disgusting fucking pedophile.”

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[navybrat817]

Hello, lovelies! As a working mom and writer, I often fall behind on reading and reblogging fics from fellow writers. I decided to take part in the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace as a small step to change that! My goal is to reblog one fic a day between September 1st and December 31st, hopefully more! Below are the fics shared and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy!

Moodboard by yours truly and dividers by the talented @saradika.

September Fics

9/1 - It Had to Be You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @s-tarksintern

9/2 - Plan B (Dark!Ari Levinson x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber) by @slyyywriting

Happy Birthday Doll (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan

9/3 - Truth Conquers All - Part 1 (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @yarnforbrains

9/4 - Waiting for This (Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @musingsinmoonlight

9/5 - You Really Wanna Do This Now? (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @luxeavenger

Lap Time (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tumblin-theworldaway

9/6 - Infinity (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

9/7 - Chaleur (Pre-serum!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonstruckbucky

9/8 - Monster (Bucky Barnes one-shot) by @moonbeambucky

9/9 - Comfort (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @jewels2876

9/10 - Drunk Or Baby (Andy Barber x Reader) by @fictional-affairs

9/11 - Baker's Dozen (Dark!Steve Rogers x Black!Reader) by @boxofbonesfic

9/12 - Dangerous Dance (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @princessmisery666

9/13 - Hands (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @qu1etwolf

9/14 - Cold Little Paws (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @majestyeverlasting

9/15 - Fingers (Tattoo!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckycuddlebuddy

9/16 - Spooky Season (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

9/17 - Into This World, We're Thrown (Steve Kemp x Reader) by @onceuponastory

Lee Bodecker in the Fall (Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @treatbuckywkisses

Blind as a Bat (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @pagesoflauren

9/18 - Sleepy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck

Prism (Robert Pronge x Reader) by @needleandhammer

9/19 - Playing For Keeps (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tuiccim

Narcissist (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @chrissquares

9/20 - Boring, Boring, Boring (Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Reader) by @rustytricycle

9/21 - A Gentleman in the Streets (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @christywantspizza

9/22 - Love by Moonlight (Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader) by @strangeprincex-writes

9/23 - Down a Rabbit Hole (Dark!Jefferson x Reader) by @sgt-seabass

9/24 - Happy Ending (Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader) by @nekoannie-chan

9/25 - Once Upon a Blue Moon - Part 1 (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sagechanoafterdark

9/26 - Hold Me Please? (Stucky x Reader) @doasyoudesireandlive

9/27 - Personal Project (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @slothspaghettiwrites

9/28 - Autumn Remembered (Ari Levinson x Reader x Andy Barber) by @wayward-blonde

Soft Ransom (Ransom Drysdale x Asian!Reader) by @brandycranby

Disarmed (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @ghotifishreads

9/29 - Would I Lie to You? (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki

9/30 - Dirty Dishes (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @jen-with-a-pen

Parade (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark

Possession (Lloyd Hansen x Black!Reader) by @xsapphirescrollsx

October Fics

10/1 - Who's Your Daddy? (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) by @emerald-chaos

10/2 - In the Weeds (Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

10/3 - Meet Your Match (Dark Serial Killer!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @dreamlessinparis

10/4 - Make a Wish (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis

10/5 - Post Break Up (Hal Carter x Reader) by @writing-what-writing

10/6 - Unwell (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @msmarvelwrites

10/7 - Watching Your Footsteps (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @lokislastlove

10/8 - Abduction (Curtis Everett x Reader) by @georgiapeach30513

10/9 - Rogers Family Recipe (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Enchant (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/10 - I.O.U. (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/11 - A Whittle More Practice (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Dance in the Dark (Ghost!Steve Rogers x Asian!Reader)

10/12 - Meeting GiGi (Steve Rogers x Reader)

10/13 - See What You Do to Me? (Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader)

The Things You Do (Steve Rogers x Reader)

November Fics

December Fics

December Masterlist

[misguidedasgardian]

MARVEL CHARACTERS MASTERLIST

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Stories

My love, his duty: King!Bucky Barnes x Queen!Reader DISCONTINUED

A princess in your own right, you were sent by your father to marry the King when you became of age. The waiting had extended indefinitely as you waited in your castle hearing tales of the filardered you had as a betrothed

Entertaining yourself among horse riding, sword training, and all the books and advisors you can have, you wait patiently. Losing all hopes, you send him a nude painting of yourself, confident that he will never see it, nor it will interest him, oh how wrong you were.

You were called upon court, to be finally betrothed to your new King

Best deal ever: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

DISCONTINUED

 James Buchanan Barnes was one of the bigger mobsters in New York City,  sadly for you, you must be the only person that didn’t know that, sadly enough he didn’t just gave you an incredible moment, he gave you a positive pregnancy test 

Hotel California://COMPLETE Dark!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

You came to this small and secluded town in search of independence and a new life, but of that you'll only get one, as the song says, “you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave”

The Bodyguard: Bodyguard!Steve Rogers x Actress!FemReader

DISCONTINUED

After a couple of death threats you had gotten, your manager, Valkyrie, thought it was imperative you get a bodyguard, so there he was, Steve Rogers. There wasn't long before you two got entangled with each other, as you tried to navigate your acting career, and this loving and very sexual relationship with him

The New Line: //COMPLETE

Bucky Barnes x FemaleReader Ft. Steve Rogers

You decided not to tell Steve you were pregnant since you didn't want to distract him in his big mission, you never thought that he would never be coming back from it. Or at least, he wasn't going to get back to you

Lucky for you, Bucky was there, and he was going to be there for you, you will draw a new line, together

Our Thing:// COMPLETE MobBoss!Steve Rogers x ItalianMobGrandaughter!FemReader x MobBoss! Bucky Barnes

Part II Part III

The one that was supposed to be the best day of your life turned into a nightmare as your new husband bosses decided you were too good for Peter

ONESHOTS

Take me out (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)

The Golden girl and the Golden boy (Steve Rogers x Odinsdottir!Reader Ft Protective Brother Loki)

600 followers challenge (requests)

Winter soldier + size kink

Bucky Barnes + proposal + metal arm "acceptance"

Alpha!Beefy!Bucky + Omega!Reader

Bucky Barnes + degradation kink + Jefferson

Angel!SteveRogers + Human!Reader + Demon!Ransom

Dark!Wintersoldier + Dark!FemWinterSoldier

If not now then when? (Bucky x Reader x Nat)

"Youngblood" for Sunshinebuckybarnes' Jukebox challenge (SoftDark!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)

[snufflet]

Stardust Reblog Challenge Masterlist

Back in august I decided to join in on the fun and love fest that is the stardust reblog challenge hosted by the lovly @natrace :)

Within this masterlist I will try and sort the fics by month I read them in and by fandom. Mostly you will find MCU fics in here with either Steve or Bucky as the main character, maybe even both. But I do also sometimes read other quite random stuff.

Show them some love and heed the warnings provided. If you are a minor please follow any 18+ plus warnings and just read something else.

september fics

MCU

Bucky x Reader

Kiss Me Like You Mean It (Biker!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Wedding Plans by @angrythingstarlight

Birthday Debriefing (Birthday!Reader) by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

day one: fingers (Tattooartist!Bucky) by @buckycuddlebuddy

Hungry by @mollygetssherlockcoffee

Personal Sessions (MMA!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Scar tissue by @fandoms-writings

Why do you care? by @black-mistress-of-evil

Pierced through and through (TFATWS!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

What makes a Woman by @motsdouxdejanie

With all my love by @summerofsnowflakes

Love at First Grade (Single Dad!Teacher!Bucky, Single Mom!CEO!Reader) by @buckysimp101 (Parts 19, 20, Epilogue and Deleted Scene 1 read as part of the challenge)

Everything the Light touches (mafia!Bucky) by @buckysimp101 (Parts 1, 2, 3 and 4 read as part of the challenge)

Unnamed HC (baker!Bucky, biker!Bucky, mafia!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Unnamed NSFW drabble (lumberjack!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Unnamed Drabble (beefy lumberjack!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Is it a crime (mob boss!Bucky, mob boss!Reader) by @crazyunsexycool (Part 3 read as part of the challenge)

Once upon a time (librarian!Bucky) by @navybrat817

Something Domestic (ex-military amputee!Bucky) by @fandoms-writings (Epilogue read as part of the challenge)

Steve x Reader

can't keep my hands to myself (Retired!dbf!Steve) by @christywantspizza

Happy Dirthday Doll (Birthday!Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan

The Cheerleader (dilf!Steve) by @kinanabinks

You got to my head (Pre-Serum!Steve; tall!Reader) by @barnesmurdock

Patch up (scientist!Reader) by @tooearlyforthis

Unnamed Drabble (mafia!Steve) by @angrythingstarlight

Breach of contract (Senator!Steve) by @imaginedreamwrite (Part 4 read as part of the challenge)

Unnamed Drabble (40s!Steve) by @sanguineterrain

Stucky x Reader

Unnamed Drabble by @becca-e-barnes

In a motel (dom!Steve, sub!Bucky) by @disasterofastory

Misc. fandoms

The Red Sea Diving Resort

Oh So Tempting (Ari Levinson x agent!Reader) by @justalonelyslytherin

TopGun

Falling in and out of love (Maverick x Reader) by @youlightmeupfinn (Part 8 read as part of the challenge)

Logan Lucky

The crash (Dayton White x Reader) by @fictional-affairs

The Fantastic Four (2005 film)

Unnamed Drabble (silverfox!Johnny Storm x Sugar baby) by @imaginedreamwrite

Another unnamed drabble (silverfox!Johnny Storm x Sugar baby) by @imaginedreamwrite

Once Upon a Time

Unnamed Drabble (sorcerer!Jefferson x familiar!Reader) by @imaginedreamwrite

october fics

november fics

december fics

[buckybarnesandmarvel]

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

- 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. -Please do not copy or repost. These are all made by me. Reblogs, likes and requests are welcome!

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- 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 -

40′s Bucky

40′s Steve

Winter Soldier

Loki

Thor

Natasha & Yelena

Bucky & Sam (TFATWS)

Kate Bishop

The Spidermen

T’challa

Nebula

Steven Grant Rogers

Natasha Alianovna Romanov

Peter Parker

******

- 𝐀𝐔𝐬 -

Sugar Daddy!Bucky x Stripper!Reader

Police!Chris Evans x Reader

Mob!Bucky x Reader

Ceo!Bucky x Reader

Director!Tom Hiddleston x Actress!Reader

******

- 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. -

Max (Sharper)

LLoyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Chris (Destroyer)

Jefferson (OUAT)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

******

- 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬/ 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 -

Chris Evans

Sebastian Stan

Tom Hiddleston

[mypoisonedvine]

ALL MY WORKS ARE 18+ ONLY

a = angst, f = fluff, s = smut, d = dark, 🎀 = ddlg, ✨ = most popular

𝒔 𝒆 𝒓 𝒊 𝒆 𝒔

Heavy Metal Lover | sub!beefy!Bucky Barnes x (dominatrix!reader) | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟, (eventual)𝒂 [COMPLETE]

Seeing Red | (bodyguard)Bucky Barnes (x actress!reader) | 𝒔, 𝐟, (slight)𝒂 [nine parts; COMPLETE]

Love, Theoretically | Sebastian Stan (Love, Actually AU) | 𝐟, (eventual)𝒔 [ten parts; COMPLETE]

✨ The Wrong Idea | stepdad!Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝒅, 𝐟   tw: stepcest (part 1) (part 2) (headcanons and blurbs) (part 3) (pearl necklace: epilogue) [COMPLETE]

The Perfect Fit | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟 (part 1) (part 2) [COMPLETE]

Diplomacy | orc!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟  (part I) (part 2) [COMPLETE]  

𝒐 𝒏 𝒆 𝒔 𝒉 𝒐 𝒕 𝒔

�� Doctor Daddy | Sebastian Stan (x little!reader) |  𝒔, 🎀 (mob au)

A Beautiful Little Fool | Sebastian Stan | 𝒔, 𝒅 (The Great Gatsby au)

✨ A Lesson Earned Is a Lesson Learned | Chris Evans & Sebastian Stan (x little!reader) | 𝒔, 𝐟, 🎀

Closer | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, (slight)𝒂

✨ A Year Gone By | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅, 🎀

Discretion | 40′s Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, (slight)𝒂

Rainstorm | Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier | 𝒔

Hunt | Slayer!Bucky (x vampire!reader) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Compromise | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅

You, Me, and Him | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅

Training Session | Bucky Barnes | 𝐟

More Human Than Human | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅, 𝒂 (Blade Runner au)

Exchanging Gifts | chubby!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟

Alternative Medicine | chubby!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟, 🎀

✨ Dishonorable Discharge | Bucky Barnes (x sister!reader) | 𝒔, 𝒅  (tw: incest)

Consolation | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟, 𝒂

✨ Liberation | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅

Vignettes of a Bond | alpha!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟, 𝒂 (tw: a/b/o) 

✨ Bankrupt | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

✨ While You Were Sleeping | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

Serves You Right to Suffer | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

The Martyrdom of St. Valentine (and other romantic stories) | Bucky Barnes & foster brother!Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅 (tw: stepcest, kinda) 

Family Reunion | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔 (tw: incest)

✨ The Sort of Things We Usually Do Alone | Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers (x stripper!reader) | 𝒔 (mob au) 

✨ First-Class Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson  | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟  // Poolside Service (part 2) 

Seven Against One | Howling Commandos | 𝒔, 𝒅

Double Take | Charles Blackwood (& 40′s Bucky Barnes) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Stretch  | Lance Tucker | 𝒔

Pearl Necklace | Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝐟

Darkroom | werewolf!Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝒅  

Awestruck | Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝐟

Sting | Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝒅

Stuck With You | stepbrother!Carter Baizen | 𝒔, 𝒅 (tw: stepcest)

Rock the Boat | Jefferson/Mad Hatter (Once Upon A Time) | 𝒔, (soft)𝒅  (pirate au)

Hunter’s Moon | Chase Collins (The Covenant) | 𝒔, 𝒅

𝒉 𝒆 𝒂 𝒅 𝒄 𝒂 𝒏 𝒐 𝒏 𝒔

comforting bucky after a nightmare (fluff, gender neutral reader)

being steve’s sister and dating bucky

dark!daddy!bucky punishes you for coming without him 🎀

dark!bucky doesn’t let you come for a week

dark!bucky is your boyfriend but dark!steve wants in on the action

angst with destroyer!chris

dark!stucky use some alternative methods to keep you in line

dark!bucky manipulates you into helping him with his nightmares

dark!bucky drabble based on that one 🔪 pic from the men’s health shoot

daddy!bucky and your oral fixation 🎀

✨ you and steve switch bodies and bucky has some fun (part 2/prequel) (part 3)

daddy!stucky punish little!reader 🎀

sub!lee teaches you how to be in charge in bed

𝒔 𝒆 𝒓 𝒊 𝒆 𝒔

Satisfied  | Andy Barber | 𝒂, 𝒔 [chapter 1] [chapter 2] [chapter 3] [chapter 4] [chapter 5] [COMPLETE]

✨ The Kind of Girl You Take Home to Mom | Andy Barber | 𝒔 [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [COMPLETE]

First Chanukah Together (holiday mini-series) | Ari Levinson | 𝒔, 𝐟

𝒐 𝒏 𝒆 𝒔 𝒉 𝒐 𝒕 𝒔

Juicy Fruit | Chris Evans | 𝒔, 𝐟

Getting In Tune | Chris Evans | 𝐟

Cake By The Ocean | fratboy!Chris Evans | 𝒔

Rough Ride | biker!Chris Evans | 𝒔, 𝐟   

A Lesson Earned Is a Lesson Learned | Chris Evans & Sebastian Stan (x little!reader) | 𝒔, 𝐟, 🎀

Feast | Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

A Rare Brew  | Steve Rogers |  𝒔, 𝒅

Eucharist | priest!Steve Rogers |  𝒔, 𝐟

✨ Bankrupt | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅 

✨ While You Were Sleeping | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

Serves You Right to Suffer | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

The Martyrdom of St. Valentine (and other romantic stories) | Bucky Barnes & foster brother!Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅 (tw: stepcest, kinda)

Family Reunion | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔 (tw: incest)

✨ The Sort of Things We Usually Do Alone | Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers (x stripper!reader) | 𝒔 (mob au) 

Seven Against One | Howling Commandos | 𝒔, 𝒅

Claimed | Andy Barber | 𝒔, 𝐟 (tw: a/b/o)

Ties That Bind, Debts That Burden | Curtis Everett | 𝒔, 𝐟

Fix | Mike Weiss | 𝒔, (slight)𝒅

Ear Candy | Mike Weiss | 𝒔, (slight)𝒂

Hungry Like The Wolf | Ari Levinson | 𝒔, (soft)𝒅

Shadowboxer | Ransom Drysdale | 𝒂, 𝒔

Home for the Holidays | Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge | 𝒔, 𝒅

Artificial Scarcity | Jake Jensen | 𝒔, (soft-ish)𝒅

Peaches & Cream | Jake Wyler | 𝒔, (soft-ish)𝒅

Aftershocks | Johnny Storm (x mutant!reader) | 𝒂, 𝒔

𝒉 𝒆 𝒂 𝒅 𝒄 𝒂 𝒏 𝒐 𝒏 𝒔

chris has a daddy kink

✨ chris has a breeding kink

dark!chris is your roommate and tampers with your panty drawer

asking chris to try anal

dark!steve is nice until you get into a fight

dark!steve gives you sex pollen to steal you from your boyfriend

mob!steve gets jealous easily

you were his high school bully, now ceo!steve wants revenge

dark!bucky is your boyfriend but dark!steve wants in on the action

dark!stucky use some alternative methods to keep you in line

✨ you and steve switch bodies and bucky has some fun // (part 2/prequel) // (part 3)

daddy!stucky punish little!reader 🎀

andy’s wife hires you to prove he’s cheating // (part 2)

andy stuffs all three of your holes

mr. freezy gets a new slave

angst with ransom

somnophilia/free use with mike weiss

dark!jake jensen tracks you down after you beat him in a video game

Tattletale | Sam Wilson | 𝒔, 𝒅 (stepbrother au, stepcest tw)

✨ The Sort of Things We Usually Do Alone | Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers (x stripper!reader) | 𝒔 (mob au)

✨ First-Class Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson  | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟  // Poolside Service (part 2)

headcanon: daddy!sam and little!reader 🎀

𝒔 𝒆 𝒓 𝒊 𝒆 𝒔

My Body Is A Cage | alpha!Laszlo Kreizler | 𝒔, 𝒂, 𝐟  [IN PROGRESS]

Twice | professor!Helmut Zemo | 𝒔, 𝐟, (slight)𝒂 [three parts; COMPLETE]

𝒐 𝒏 𝒆 𝒔 𝒉 𝒐 𝒕 𝒔

King of Hollywood | director!Daniel Brühl | 𝒔, 𝒅 (40s au)

✨ First-Class Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟 

✨ Poolside Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟  (part 2 for first-class service)

Prestigious Position | Helmut Zemo | 𝒔, (soft)𝒅

Risk Management | Niki Lauda | 𝒔 

Starstruck | Niki Lauda | 𝒔, 𝐟 (pornstar au)

All Bets Are Off | Niki Lauda | 𝒔, 𝒅

Rivalry & Revelry | Niki Lauda & James Hunt | 𝒔 

Honey & Whiskey | Andrea Marowski | 𝒔, 𝒅

Throw Me A Bone | Andrea Marowski | 𝒔  

Black Lotus | ??? | 𝒔, 𝒅

Talk Show Host | Dirk Brûlée | 𝒔, 𝐟, (slight)𝒂

Reedukation | Jan (The Edukators) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Under Your Spell | Tonda (Krabat) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Happy Little Pill | Alex Kerner | 𝒔, 𝒅

Tenebrae | Father Antonio (Intruders) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Loop | Mobius M. Mobius | 𝒔, 𝐟 

Don’t You Forget About Me | Mobius M. Mobius | 𝒂

Taste | Vann Siegert (The Minus Man) | 𝒔, 𝐟

~

Bruce Banner

Sugar | 𝒔, 𝐟  (sugar daddy au)

Spoiled  | 𝒔, 𝐟  (also sugar daddy au)

Side Effects | 𝒔, 𝐟

headcanon: getting fucked on the hood of sugar daddy!bruce’s car

headcanon: threesome with thor and bruce

headcanon: daddy!bruce and little!reader 🎀

headcanon: daddy!bruce enables your oral fixation 🎀

Peter Parker

Animalistic  | 𝒔, 𝒅

✨ It’s Always The Quiet Ones  | 𝒔, 𝒅 (college au)

headcanon: dark!peter is obsessed with his professor

Maria Hill

Quid Pro Quo | 𝒔, 𝐟

drabble: maria reminds you to be prepared

Thor Odinson

headcanon: threesome with thor and bruce

headcanon: thor and valkyrie are your doms

Valkyrie

headcanon: thor and valkyrie are your doms

drabble: serving valkyrie, the king of asgard, on her throne 

Scott Lang

Second Chance | 𝒔, 𝒅

[worldofmarvelfics]

Sebastian Stan (+ Characters)

Please note that none of these works are written by me and all credits are returned to their respective owners. I’m just here to provide a list of fics that i personally love so that you guys can enjoy too!

Updated: 11/12/20

Legend:

🦋One-shots/Imagine/Headcanon

🌼Completed Series

❄️Uncompleted Series

Sebastian Stan x Reader

🦋 Adore You by @sinner-as-saint Professor!S.S

🦋 As Long As You’re With Me by @sinner-as-saint   

🦋 Caught in the Storm by @angryschnauzer  Mechanic!S.S

🦋 Clueless by @chillingbucky 

🦋 Dating Sebastian Stan would include... by @avengersss-assembleeeMCUActress!Reader

🦋 Drunk by @youandmeandlife  

🦋 Gifts by @nsfwsebbie Dark!StepBrother!S.S

🦋 Here Kitty Kitty by @nsfwsebbie  Dark!S.S, SugarDaddy/SugarBaby

🦋 Little Sister by @caramell0w  

🦋 Loopy Love by @theonewiththefanfics

🦋 Never Have I Ever by @i-dont-do-rpfs

🦋 No Script by @revengingbarnes

🦋 On My Mind by @cap-evanns  

🦋 On the Wooden Desk by @imaginesandsmut  

🦋 Playing Games by @giorno-plays-piano Dark!S.S

🦋 Pool by @whiskey-cokenfanfic 

🦋 Wired Autocomplete Interview by @imaginesmai  

🦋 You’ve Got Time by @harryspet PrisonWarden!S.S

🌼 Handmaid by @extremelyblackandwhite  Mobster!Sebastian x Ingenue!Reader

🌼 Predestined by @sinner-as-saint​​ CEO!Seb/Mob!Bucky x Reader

🌼 Wrong Number by @jpat82​

❄️ Business|}{|Pleasure by @221bshrlocked StanTwins

❄️ Love, Theoretically (Part1) (Part2) (Part3) by @mypoisonedvine​

Lance Tucker x Reader

🦋 Ladies Night by @cumonbucky 

🌼 Break (Part1) (Part2) (Part3) (Part4) by @theycallmebucky  

🌼 The Prince of Gold by @moonbeambucky

❄️ Integrity → Honeymoon by @plumfondler

❄️ New Girl in Town (Part1) (Part2) (Part3) by @plumfondler

Jefferson x Reader

🦋 Christmas with the Hatter by @writings-of-dumpy

🦋 Feel You by @avengerofyourheart Enhanced!Reader

🦋 I Have to Find Her by @marvelandotherfandomimagines

🦋 The Horny Hatter by @when-the-hell-is-bucky

🌼 The Devil You Know by @constantwriter85 Vampire!Jefferson x Coroner!Reader

❄️Nothing is as it Seems (Part1) by @secondstartotheright-imagines

Charles Blackwood x Reader

🦋 Bad Idea → Me and You → Let’s Just Keep Kissin’ by @marvelandotherfandomimagines

🦋 Cattivo Fino All'osso by @nsfwsebbie Dark!StepDad!Charles x Innocent!StepDaughter!Reader

🦋 Cherries and Lace by @mariessecretfantasies Dark!Charles

🦋 Double Take by @mypoisonedvine Charles, Bucky

🦋 The Bath by @tiredandasalted

❄️ Little Wife (Part1) (Part2) (Part3) (Part4) (Part5) (Part6) (Part7) by @mariessecretfantasies Dark!Charles

❄️ Obedient → Subservient by @trillian-anders​ 

Lee Bodecker x Reader

🦋 A Knight in Rusted Armor by @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy 

🦋 Broken Wings (Part1) (Part2)  by @navegandoaciegas

🦋 Disingenuous by @iraot​

🦋 Push → Pull → Pressure @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Dark!Lee

🦋 Sell My Soul (Part1) (Part2) (Part3) by @gotnofucks Soft!Dark!Lee

🦋 Take Your Kid to Work Day by @mypoisonedvine StepDaughter!Reader

🦋 The Wrong Idea (Part1) (Part2) (Part3)  by @mypoisonedvine

[lancetuckershairgel]

Max’s Moodboard Masterlist

HBC Song Week Sebastian Stan Playlist Chris Beck Hal Carter Sebastian Stan Destroyer!Chris

Sebastian Stan Take Me Away Series Italy Lake House Disney The Bahamas Coachella Road Trip Romania Paris Switzerland Renaissance Faire

Sebastian Stan + Lana Del Rey Lyrics Destroyer!Chris Charles Blackwood Dayton White Bucky Barnes Sebastian Stan TJ Hammond

Sebastian Stan Date Series Hal Carter 1940s!Bucky Barnes Destroyer!Chris Charles Blackwood Carter Baizen Lance Tucker Dayton White TJ Hammond Bucky Barnes Jack Benjamin Hal Carter #2 Sebastian Stan I Do Series Bucky Barnes Jefferson Jack Benjamin Hal Carter Carter Baizen TJ Hammond Destroyer!Chris

Kink Series with Headcanons (18+) Chase Collins Wax Play Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson Blasphemy Kink Winter Soldier Choking Kink Steve Rogers Breeding Kink Bucky Barnes x Male Reader Flogging Hal Carter Spanking & Daddy Kink Clint Barton Bondage Jack Benjamin's Milk Fetish Carter Squared Exhibition AU Series The Sniper (Winter Soldier) The Hacker (Destroyer!Chris) The Outlaw (Hal Carter) The Musician (Clay Appuzzo)

HBC Kinktober (18+) Bucky Barnes Arms TJ Hammond Biting TJ Hammond Crossdressing Sebastian Stan Choking Sebastian Stan Threesome Carter Baizen Food Play Destroyer!Chris Multiple Forced Orgasm

Stucky AU Series Rival Mob Bosses Dog Dads Vikings Apocalypse

Crack Ships Carter Squared #1 Carter Squared #2 Carter Squared #3 Gothic Boyfriends #1 Gothic Boyfriends #2

Miscellaneous Edits, Characters & Headcanons Romania Ransom Drysdale Biker!Steve Bearded!Dom!Steve (18+) Mob!Boss Bucky (18+) Charles Blackwood (18+, Dark) Tony Stark Peter Parker #1 Peter Parker #2 Lucifer (Supernatural) Clay Appuzzo Professor Bucky Sebastian's Leather Jacket Dr Strange Priest!Sebastian Stan Sebastian Stan Sebastian Stan Birthday Sebastian Stan Vampire AU Stucky

[aorifukuzawa]

To read 💜💜

Like My Father

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Summary: As a child of an alpha mafia boss, you had been aware of the business and it’s dealings but hadn’t ever thought you were going to have to be part of it. Two months before your 25th birthday, your father informs you that you, an omega, will take over the empire as the new boss and have 6 alpha mates to help you take over and lead

[bettercallsabs]

Falling For Crime 3

A/N: this was supposed to post yesterday, but I appearently don’t know how to use tumblr. Instead of queuing for Wednesday, I set it for Sunday... my bad. Anywho, Steve’s back and he’s more tantalizing than ever. Wink wink. Now, I know somebody of you’re are wanting more Bucky, but you have to wait. The build up Is in full swing, and we are just getting started. So just be patient and bear 🐻, lol, with me here, it will be oh so worth it. Anywho,  Enjoy my dearies. Tag list Is Open, so never miss a post!

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: um, it’s a mob fic? Lustfullness. Gasp. 

Word count: 2.5k

It’s the roaring 20s with a modern twist, in New York City. You have just arrived on the New York scene, and  have caught the eye of notorious mob boss Steve Rogers. Little does he know, your heart his pining for his best friend and right hand man, Bucky Barnes. Do you put yours and Buckys life in danger to follow your heart, or do you let the Most powerful man in New York claim his prize?  

Part 1 / Part 2 

 Your head was pounding, as if a toy wooden hammer was being tapped again your head repeatedly. Trying to open your eyes made it worse, tenfold. Groggily, you lifted your heavy head from the soft down pillow. As you sat up, your stomach burned, bile slowly rising in your throat. Dashing to the bathroom, head hanging into the wastebin, you vowed to never drink again. after all, drinking was prohibited.

You spent the majority of your morning lounging around, feeing like death. By the afternoon, you felt a tad more human, and decided that I nice long soak would do you some good. As you ran the bath, watching it fill with steaming hot water, you washed off smudged eyeliner and the remnants of last nights night out, off your face.

You sank deep into the rose water bath, as Leadbelly played on the Victrola in the background. You hummed along, as the warmth seeped into your body. Legs crossed, your feet dangling on the edge of the tub, you hummed along with the melody.

A loud knock at the door, startled you. As you your legs slipped, your head hitting the tub before greeting the water. Water had spilled in every direction. You hurriedly made your way out of the tub, wrapping your dripping naked flesh, in a plush towel.

Another knock at the door. This time it seemed more urgent, less spaced out knocks.

“Just a moment please!” You yelled in the direction of the door, as you dashed around the room, to make yourself decent. Throwing on your favorite lavender silk slip, you tided your satin robe over top. Your wet hair, clung to the back of your neck, dampening the collar of your robe. Out of breath, and disheveled, you answered the door.

Where you expected a bellhop, A tall handsome figure stood before you. It was Steve.You felt your face flush. You were fresh out of the bath, only draped in robe, hair askew, and looking like death. Perfect. This was just prefect.

“Steve...” your eyes dropped to the floor. Just looking at him made your stomach flutter. He leaned his toned body against the door frame.

“Just checking in on you doll. You were pretty tossed last night.”

“I’m fine. Just a little sickly, and genuinely, this time!”

His hand gripped your chin, as he checked over your face. You could feel yourself beginning to blush, as your body ran hot, at his touch. A wide smile spread across his lips, flashing those miraculous perfect white teeth. Stepping away from the door, he returned with a rolling cart, topped with a silver serving cover.

“Eat doll. It will help. I’ve got to split. But eat. You’ll thank me later.” With a wink, he was closing the door behind him.

You collapsed onto the ottoman that sat in front of your bed. Pulling the try to you, you removed the lid to reveal a burger and fries, and a slice of Devils food cake. The first bite of fries made your stomach sing. He was right, it did help. A lot.

Louise finally answered your phone call, on Tuesday afternoon. She agreed to meet for lunch at the knickerbocker hotel at noon. You took your time preparing yourself for the day. As you fiddled with your hair, indecisive of how to style it, you thought back to your phone call with your sister. When she spoke, her voice was off... she seemed... nervous and a bit tense. It made you a tad nervous for your sister luncheon.

As your car rolled up to the hotel, you stepped out of the car, realizing you’d worn the wrong shoes. A thick layer of snow covered the sidewalk, crunching beneath your heels.

Once inside the hotel, you spotted your sister standing just in front of the restaurant entrance. Peeling your coat from your body, you slung it over your arm as you made your way toward her. You greeted one another with a hug.

“Shall we go in?” You nodded, as you followed your sister into the restaurant. Once you were seated at your table,  drinks ordered, you finally let yourself relax.

“Thanks you for finally talking to me again.”

“I’m sorry I freaked out like I did. I was just, really worried about you. I’m so glad to see you’re okay.” Your sister looked down, clearing her throat, before continuing. “So... how was it?”

“It was actually kind of fun. I met some new people and...” your lowered your voice into a lull of a whisper. “I even had booze!” You laughed devilishly, as you relived the nights festivities in your mind.

“Y/N! What were you thinking?”

“We’re only young once LouLou. Might well have a little fun.”

Louise shook her head as she rolled her eyes at you.

“I actually called you out today to have a serious talk y/N. After having a talk with father, we believe it’s in your best interest to find a husband that’s not a criminal.”

“Louise, you can’t be serious?”

“I am perfectly serious Y/N. You can’t keep roaming the streets of New York unwed. And our father can’t continue to support you financially here forever. It’s about time you grew up.”

Your jaw dropped. This was a whole new side to Louise. She’d always been bossy, yes, after all she was the older sister, but this... this was a whole new level for her.

“I don’t know what to say...”

“I’ve arrange for you to have dinner tonight, at the ritz, with a friend of Walt’s. His name is Robert Jefferson, and he has a good reputation around here. Walt and I have put our neck on the line for you here, so I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

The look on Louise face was pure seriousness. As much as you wanted to defy her, you didn’t want her anymore upset with you. Although, you didn’t always see eye to eye, you knew she had your best interest at heart.

“Alright. Alright. You win Louise.” Much to your dismay, you agreed to the evening dinner.

The rest of lunch with Louise was awkward and tense. You both exchanged casual conversation, she asked how you liked New York, you asked about her home life, Walt’s job, but nothing truly meaningful to either of you. You felt relived when you slid into the back seat of the car. Laying your head back against the seat, you let out a deep sigh. You just wanted a nap, and a stiff drink.

Staring at a closest full of dresses, you didn’t know what to wear. How is it, that whenever you have a place to be, you never have anything to wear? You didn’t know anything about this man. Was he conservative? A man who liked classic women roles? Was women in pants too progressive for him? Ugh. You didn’t want to made a bad first impression, your sister and Walt did go through a lot to get you this date, even if you didn’t ask for nor want it.

You decided to play it safe, and settled on a long sleeve navy blue silk jersey dress. You kept your makeup simple and tasteful.

Stepping out of the elevator, you made your way toward the doors, but not before you spotted a man in a dark suit. A hat covered his usually dark disheveled hair. You stopped in front of him, as he folded the news paper he had been reading, laying it down beside him.

“What are you doing here Bucky? Spying on me?”

“Boss heard you had a date with someone that wasn’t him. Sent me to keep an eye on the situation.”  

“How did he... nevermind. I forgot you gentlemen are perfect stalkers. Tell him that bud out of my affairs. This date is important, and I don’t need you or him messing it up, okay?”

A devilish smirk spread across his lips. It was the first time you’d ever seen him smile, and it was intoxicating.

“You really are a feisty one, aren’t you now Miss Y/L/N.”

As he rose from his seat, this tall frame looking down on you, you gulped, taking a step back.

“I... I have to go. Please don’t follow me.”

You hurried your way out of the hotel, knowing full well he was going to listen to you.

The snow that coated the city sidewalks  had been shoveled away, leaving thin patches of snow and ice. In your rushes state, you hadn’t taken into account the conditions you were entering, as your left foot slipped from under you, sending you hurling toward the snowy side walk. Where you expected hard ground, you were met with strong arms , that were wrapped tightly around you. Bucky. His face was close to yours, his lips just inches from yours, so close could feel his hot breath dancing over your lips.

The fleeting feeling of his arm, as he pulled away from you, made your heart sink. You felt safe In his arms, a feeling like you’d never felt before.

“I.. uh.. thank you. That could have been a disaster.”

“You better be more careful Miss Y/L/N. I won’t always be here to catch you.”

“ I thought you were my professional stalker?”

“You better get going, don’t want you missing that important engagement of yours.”

helping you into the car, you held onto his hand longer than you should have. Your cheeks began to blush as he cleared his throat, looking down to you hand, as your fingers were still wrapped his. Letting go quickly, you scooted further into the car, to attempt to hide your embarrassment.

“See you around Miss. Y/L/N”

“Please, call me Y/N.”

He gave a send off signal to your driver, who put the car into drive, sending you on your way to a date you weren’t looking Forward too.

Robert was casually handsome, but rather boring. He drawled on for ages about his business in the banking world.

“It’s rather fascinating really. You wouldn’t think being a banker  would be so rewarding, but it truly is.” He said between bites.

“It does sound interesting.” You replied with false enthusiasm.

“Walt has told me quite a bit about you. Now that we’ve finally met, you really are quite charming.”

“Why thank you Robert. You’re too kind.”

The dinner seemed to drawl on for ages. You were so uninterested in the whole ordeal, that you opted out of dessert, in hopes of ending it sooner. Robert walked you to your car, as snow fell on the dimly lit city.

“Thank you for dinner Robert. It was delicious.”

You held out your hand to give him a thank you handshake. He cupped your bare hand in his both his hands, giving it a tight squeeze.

“Thank you Miss Y/L/N, for joining me tonight, I had a lovely evening.” You give him your best smile, as he planted a quick kiss on your cheek, catching you off guard.  

“I should go. Thanks again Robert. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” You slid into that backseat of the car, giving a final wave as your driver took off into the night.

Yawning, you made your way into the hotel lobby, drowsy from such an uneventful date, you hadn’t even noticed the man leaning against the wall near the elevator.

“You’re just going to ignore me like that doll?” You were startled, nearly dropping your clutch.

“Jesus Steve! Scare a lady, why don’t yah.”

His chuckle was music to your ears, as he leaned closer into your personal space.

“You should be more observant doll. I’ve been waiting here awhile.”

“What? Why?”

“Just checking in you doll. How was your date?”

“Terribly uncomfortable, and boring, to be quite honest.”

“If you only went out with me doll, you wouldn’t have to suffer.”  

He was incredibly close to you know, hips brushing against your waist as his thumb stroked your cheek. He took your breath away.

“I-“

“You know I’m right doll.”

His lips brushing against yours made your head spin.

“Steve, we can’t-“

“Now doll, you know we can.”

When his lips hit yours, your entire body shivered with lust.. Each kiss was filled with a passionate heat, his soft lips tantalizing you to be his, a flick of his tongue beckoning you to open up to him. As you opened your mouth to him, You becoming completely lost in him. His mouth tasted like the sweets you always craved, and you couldn’t get enough. Every kiss becoming more ravenous, as his fingers entangled in your hair. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer into you. You never wanted to let him go.

When he pulled away, your head was fuzzy. You had forgotten how to breath.

“Steve...”

“Y/N...” he was out of breath, as he whispered your name. It was the first time he’d ever used your first name, and so intimately. What was he going to you?

“You should probably go, before I lose control.”

His beautiful blue eyes were swimming with lust, desire. And you felt the same. You didn’t want to  go upstairs. Your curiosity was getting the best of you, yet again.

“I don’t want to go...”

his left arm rested above your shoulder, his body hovered over yours, as he leaned on the wall to support his weight. His lips rest fractions of an inch from yours. The heat of his breath grazing your already swollen lips. He swept his thumb over the length of your lower lip, making your breath catch in your throat.

“I’ll be a gentleman tonight doll.”

With that enthralling smirk you liked so much, he took a few steps back from you, placing his suit jacket over his arms. Flutters rose in your chest, as you watched him leave the hotel.

What the hell just happened?

Sitting in front of your vanity, you stared at the face of a woman you weren’t sure you knew. You had just shared a kiss... an extremely passionate kiss, a lustful kiss, with the most dangerous man in New York City... and you liked it.

The lipstick you had worn that night was smudged in every which direction, as you examined your freshly kissed lips. Swollen and red, they were sensitive to the touch, as you traced over them with your finger tips. You’d finally had your first kiss, and it was more than you’d ever anticipated. You we’re hungry for more.

Washing away the makeup from your face, you felt the lust from the evening beginning to fleet away, as rational thought returned to your clouded mind. Panic began to ensue, as you thought of what was at stake here. Your freedom was one step closer to being null and void. God, if your father ever caught wind that you were kissing hardened criminals in the lobby, you were done for. But behind all of that panic, all of that worry, you were beginning to realize, you loved the brush with danger, and you wanted more…

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[blackirisposts]

Owning Wonderland

A Mobster!Jefferson x Reader Mini Series 

After the sudden death of his father, Francis Cappellai, Jefferson must rise to take on the mantle that his father has left him under mysterious circumstances.  Cora Cardia, the matron head of the rival mob, already owns half the city and is looking to take advantage of this change in power.  Only in time will it be known that Jefferson’s a larger threat than Cora initially thought, as he truly dons the title of Mad Hatter in the race to own the city.    

The Tea Ceremony 

The Meeting

The Dance Hall 

[hamilkilo]

Brawl in the Streets

Brawl in the Streets Pt 1

Prompt: how did the reader meet their S/O’s?

Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad X Reader, also with Aaron Burr X Jefferson X Madison (nice)

TW: spicy language, fist fighting, self depreciating thoughts, violence, fear, mention of depression, slurs, VIOLENCE

A/N: Hey! Thank you for stopping by to read! I hope you enjoy this! I’m sorry for the typos! It’s fairly unedited but it’s here! I wanted to let you know that I do not condone the use of the derogatory language used in this piece, but it was written from some personal experience, and I wanted it to be authentic. If you have anything you need me to tag, let me know. I want you to feel safe when reading my work!

Word Count: 3276

You met your boys one dry, summer night. You had gone to your favorite coffee shoppe downtown to treat yourself after a long week. You had just gotten off work, and the sun had set. The streets were full of protestors, screaming about God's hate and condemning everyone to hell. There were also several homeless people sitting on the sidewalks. The coffee shoppe was moderately busy, but not crowded, when you got there. There were a few couples scattered at the tables, along with some individuals typing on laptops or reading. In the back was a group of guys shouting and playing Jenga. They caught your eye because right as you came in, you heard, "Suck my ass, motherfu-"

"Alexander! I did that all ready!"

You had to stifle your laughter as they carried on. There were four of them, huddled around the stack of blocks. The smol one that yelled, Alexander, held a block up in victory. His hair was slicked back in a ponytail, a few stray pieces hung in his face. He was the shortest out of the group, and it made him absolutely adorable. He placed the block on top of the tower, when the tall, thin one behind him sharply prodded him in the back. He let out a shriek and toppled the tower, causing the group to laugh loudly. Shorty was yelling at Bean Pole, occasionally throwing in profanities, while the other two laughed themselves to death.

"Uh, ma'am?" You turned away from the scene playing out and saw the cashier waiting for you to order.

"S-sorry, right," you mumbled as you glanced over at the group. Bean Pole had pinned Shorty to the ground. You couldn't believe you missed it! "I'll have the... uh..." you completely lost your train of thought when you saw Bean Pole kiss Shorty. You bit your lip to keep from squealing. That was just so damn cute. "Uhh... Mudpuddle?"

You glanced back at the cashier who had a bored expression on his face. "You must be new here."

You frowned, your eye brows coming together. "I've been here before... Just not recently, been busy, why?"

The cashier sighed and nodded in the direction of the rambunctious group. "They're here, every Friday night. They play Jenga, they shout, they make out... I leave with a headache..." he leaned on the counter, watching them, and you followed suit. The two on the floor were now sitting on the couch, the tall one was pressing kisses into, what was his name? Alexander's neck. The other two were casually chatting and sipping their drinks.

"They're cute. They don't seem too rambunctious-" you began to defend these small muffins you already had a growing affection for. They were just so adorable.

"Just you wait... wait for it, I promise, it gets worse," the cashier cried out as he dropped his head in his hands. "Anyways," he glanced back up at you, "Mudpuddle, got it. What's your name for that?"

"Y/N," you answered as you glanced at his name tag. Aaron. You smiled to yourself; that was a nice name. "Right, that'll be-"

You handed your card to him and he swiped it without even bothering to read the total. He handed it back to you.

"That'll be done in like, five minutes. Just like my shift!" Aaron seemed to perk up at the last thought he mentioned to you, and you grinned.

"Wow, that bad?" You teased as you shoved your wallet back in your purse.

"Not on Friday nights," he smirked at you, and you laughed politely back.

"Have a nice night," you told him as you left the line so that the next customer could order.

"Once I'm off, I will!"

You stood by the other counter, casually watching the four. They had put the Jenga away, which you figured made Aaron a bit happier. Instead, they had started chatting.

"-and thEN JEFFERSON HAD THE AUDACITY-" The smol bean, Alexander, once again was shouting, and this time, the biggest guy, the one on the other couch, stood up and took the bean's hand.

"Hey, ch ch ch, we're still in public," his voice was gentle, a contrast to his physical form. He was broad and thick. His muscles were massive. Damn son.

"Yeah, save the shouting for the bedroom, Alex," the other one, who was slightly taller than this Alex, purred, and you snorted loudly, unable to hide your laughter. That was so smooth; unlike what you just did. Your snort was so loud, the group, who you dubbed The Gentlemen's Club, turned and looked at you. You flushed bright red and looked away, nervously tugging on your sleeves. You were mortified. You were also confused. What was the dynamic of their relationship? You couldn't tell. They all seemed together, but the Bean Pole and Alex made out on the floor... Why did you care? It wasn't your relationship.

A worker slid you your drink and you took it. You took a sip, trying to calm yourself down. You were still reeling about how much you had embarrassed yourself.

You sat down at a small, corner table by yourself, and peeked up at the group again. When you made eye contact with the biggest one, you immediately looked down and considered crawling under the table. Oh no. What if they thought you were judging them? You weren't laughing at them! You were laughing with them! What did you do?

You looked up again, and to your utter horror, you saw that the biggest one was heading towards you. He was probably going to ask you what your problem was. You didn't want any confrontation. You stood abruptly and bolted.

"Hey!" He called out, footsteps behind you. You ran for your dear life. It was judgmental of you, sure, but he was so much bigger than you, and you had always been afraid of men-especially big men you didn't know.

You had made it outside the shop, and straight into a throng of protestors.

"You can't run from your sins! God sees all!!!" A big, old, white man hollered at you. You didn't care. You just wanted out.

"GO TO HELL, FAGS!!!" Someone screamed, and the protestors turned and flocked towards someone. You turned to see the group from the coffee shoppe down the sidewalk, the biggest one holding your forgotten wallet, the tall one had your drink. They were trying to help you, and now they were being harassed by protestors. They kept chanting "GO TO HELL" and similar things, and you became enraged. How dare they.

Before you could stop yourself, you were bent over in the alley, scooping up rocks. "Hey!" You shouted, but no one heard you. They had cornered The Gentlemen's Club. It was now or never. "HEY!" You chucked a rock and hit one of them in the leg. Several turned to face you. "LET YE WITHOUT SIN CAST THE FIRST STONE... OR WHATEVER!!!" You began throwing more rocks at them, and the entire mob had turned on you. You'd made a big mistake. You knew this when you ran out of rocks and took a sign to the face. People were shouting, but you couldn't understand what they were saying. Fists were flying. One hit you in the face, and it flipped your switch. You saw red. You began to shout incoherently, fists flying. You handed some solid hits, but it was a group against one. That's when you saw the group from the coffee shoppe, fighting protestors with you. It was a full on brawl in the street.

Suddenly, there was the chirp of a police siren, and lights were coming your way. "SCATTER!!!" You managed to holler. You took off, elbowing and shoving through the group, hopelessly making no progress. Then, a large, warm hand caught yours and began to drag you along. The guy in front of you had to have been a line backer judging from the way he threw people out of his way. You made it out of the group, still holding hands with the guy, when you saw the small bean and the Bean Pole dragging another guy off of some other guy with a broken nose. Funny. You'd have thought that it would be the other way around considering the yelling Alexander had done earlier over Jenga.

They approached you, and Herc quickly picked up his pace, pulling you guys back to the cafe and ushering you inside.

"Y/N! What the hell was that?" You turned to see Aaron approaching you, flanked by another tall man with a voluminous head of hair. His hair was better than yours.

"I... uh... I've got a lot of unresolved anger... and uh... I..." you had no way to explain yourself. You weren't usually one to fight. You considered yourself to be pretty chill. However, hurling rocks at protestors would say otherwise.

"Look, I..." you turned to the group of men that had gotten sucked into the fight with you and cringed apologetically. "I thought they were going to hurt you. They had you cornered, and I panicked. You guys were just trying to return my wallet because I ran off. And I just want you guys to know that I was laughing earlier because I thought that what Rocky over here said was funny, not because I'm a jerk or anything, so I took off when you noticed me because I was afraid that you'd be mad at me-" you could not shut up. In your defense though, it was the shock. You were running at a hundred miles per hour.

"Hey, Y/N," Aaron intervened, "Breathe."

You nodded and sucked in air, then the biggest guy laughed. He laughed and laughed, and soon, the others joined in.

"What's so funny?" You demanded, your temper quick to spark again. Maybe you needed some anger management classes.

"Nothing, nothing..." the biggest man said, wiping a few tears from his eyes before chuckling again.

"It's just that you're so cute!" You looked over at the tallest man, who had spoken with a French accent.

"I was coming over to invite you to join us in Jenga! We noticed you watching and thought you might want to join!" The biggest man explained, laughing again. Your cheeks flushed again. That's embarrassing. Your paranoia and tendencies to overthink everything completely screwed things up again.

"I'm sorry, this is all my fault, isn't it?" You sat down in a chair at the table, only to hiss in pain and stiffen up. You were already super sore.

"No, no, mon ami, don't worry about it. Those protestors 'ave been after us for weeks! Ce n'est pas ton problème!" The French man patted your shoulder gently, but you still winced.

"Move, Lafayette, lemme have a look," the new gentleman, whom was friends with Aaron, finally spoke up. The French man moved aside and stood beside Alex, gently taking his hand. "I'm a doctor. Don't worry, sweetheart, you're in good hands."

"'I'm a doctor... you're in good hands,'" you heard a small, high pitched, bitter, mocking voice mutter from beside you, and you glanced over to see Alex glaring up at the ceiling and Lafayette patting his arm.

The man's voice was a pure and damn if he wasn't hot as hell. "This is my boyfriend, Jefferson," Aaron explained, and you smiled broadly.

Jefferson gently ran his hands over you, examining for injuries and making you blush really hard. You couldn't make eye contact the entire time. Aaron had gotten bags of ice from the back and Jefferson had placed several on your face. Aaron's phone went off, and he cursed as Jefferson worked.

"What?" The doctor's hands paused on your face, where you were sure you were bruised and bloodied.

"James is calling. We're an hour late!" Aaron turned and walked off answering the call. Jefferson began muttering in French.

"If you guys need to go, we can take it from 'ere," Lafayette offered, and Jefferson sighed.

"I'm sorry. Could you? Aaron's had a long day, and I'm sure James is worried sick," he sighed deeply, and Lafayette nodded. Now that they stood side by side, you could identify several similarities such as skin color, height, hair... extreme hotness.

"Oui, we've got this, mon ami. Get back to ton amour, d'accord?" You could loosely understand the French, even though you completed three years of it in high school.

Somehow, you'd managed to take the brunt of the beating out of the group. The rest had maybe a bloody nose, black eye, or split lip, while you sported all three and more. You were just that good. Jefferson nodded in thanks before he turned back to you.

"Thank you for throwing those rocks at those assholes; they deserved it. They've been known to start stuff... Make sure you keep ice on your face, your back, maybe just take an ice bath? Uh, have someone check on you every hour for the next twenty four hours to make sure you don't have a concussion. They got you good with those signs. Next time, maybe don't take on an entire mob?" He laughed softly at the last bit before he ruffled your hair. You gave him a smile and muttered your thanks before he straightened his purple hoodie and went off to find his boyfriend.

"I'm sorry," Alexander began to speak, "What did you say your name was?"

"Y/N," You replied, then you bit your lip. You still were kind of unsure with these guys.

"Cool. I'm Alex," he pointed to himself with a cocky smile before he pointed to the one next to him, "My favorite fighting French man, Lafayette," the Frenchman blew you a kiss and you giggled, "The Iron Fist himself, uh, Rocky, you called him? Yeah, his name's John," John punched Alex in the arm and they began to play fight, trading soft punches and wrestling each other into headlocks. Alex began to grumble profanities at John, and Lafayette stepped in to split them up.

"And Im Hercules. I'm sorry about those two. They can be quite the handful. I love them both anyways though," he chuckled at them, then glanced at you. "We didn't think you were a jerk," he added softly, and you smiled meekly.

"I'm sorry for everything. I'm just paranoid, I guess. I shouldn't have bolted. And uh, thanks for bringing me my wallet and for fist fighting in the brawl I started..." you fiddled nervously with the strap of the wallet in front of you, and Hercules chuckled.

"It wouldn't be a Friday night without some sort of brawl," he joked, and you switched hands to hold the ice pack to your face.

"I've never even been in a fight before," you whined pathetically as your face throbbed. Lafayette had managed to get John And Alex to split it up, but there was still the occasional swat.

"I want to go home," you whimpered as you felt tears prick your eyes. Everything hurt. Even your pride.

"Do you 'ave someone to check you for concussions?" Lafayette asked, and you huffed.

"No."

"You can crash at our place tonight; we won't mind," Hercules offered, and the others muttered in agreement. You bit your lip, unsure and scared. You didn't know these people. But then again, they did back you in a fight. And they tried to return the wallet you left. Did you want to chance it with some strangers or risk dying in your bed due to a concussion?

"We have a guest room that locks from the inside," Lafayette spoke up again before smacking Alex aside the head when he caught him taking a swipe at John.

"I guess... Are you sure you don't mind?" You didn't want to intrude.

John cracked a smile at you, "Of course not!"

Alex contributed, "It's the least we can do since you defended our honor!"

You found yourself laughing, then wincing, more than you'd done in a long time. "Okay."

They helped you up and helped you hobble out the door. They helped you into the massive SUV they had parked, explaining they'd bring you back for your car when you felt better. John was even kind enough to move it so that it wouldn't get towed. Hercules drove the car, Lafayette had shotgun beside him. You were sandwiched between John and Alex, who were being idly affectionate and attentive towards you instead of trying to fight across you. You had leaned your head on John's shoulder, since he was taller, while Alex gently stroked your hair. Each one of them gingerly held your bruised and bloodied hands, tracing circles over it. You felt your eyes flutter shut, and you wanted nothing more than to sleep.

"Y/N," John whispered, and you hummed in response. "You can't fall asleep yet. You might have a concussion."

You groaned and nuzzled into his shirt, shivering from the shock wearing off. John put his arm around you and pulled you closer, then Alex followed and pressed closer to you, forming a huddle. You heard Lafayette coo about how cute you guys were from the front seat.

You stayed huddled together, sharing warmth, for a good chunk of time, before Hercules finally shut off the engin, and the car lights came on. Alex pulled off of you and got out, then he helped you with your seatbelt. You clutched to John, already strongly attached to him for some reason. He ran another circle over your thumb, then shifted you into his lap. You felt self conscious about your weight, and moved to get off, but locked up when it sent sharp pains through you.

"Ahh, don't move, darlin'," For some reason, John had a prominent drawl you hadn't noticed before. You leaned into his shirt as he shifted and two large hands gently grasped you as you were taken from the car. You were passed to the guy with the big hands and barrel chest, which you figured must be Hercules, and he carried you inside. You heard doors opening and closing, footsteps, and quiet chatter, before you were sat on the edge of a bed.

"Y/N," Hercules whispered, and you turned your head in his direction, barely opening your eyes. "Alex put out some clothes for you so you can change out of those. They've got homophobic blood on them."

You nodded in understanding, and went to lie down, but his voice interrupted again.

"Lafayette also put out some Aspirin and water. If you need anything, let us know. We're just two doors down. One of us will be checking in on you every hour or so to make sure you're still kicking, okay?"

You hummed tiredly, and yawned. Hercules smiled at you and bid you goodnight before he left. Groggily, you opened your eyes, and slowly shuffled your way to the clothes. It took you a solid ten minutes to change, each movement causing an ache deep within your bones. You threw back the pills also before turning off the lights and climbing under the silk sheets. You sighed contently.

You knew that these boys had already taken better care of you than you would've, and it was your fault you were all in this mess. You pondered this for a bit, beginning to drift off, when you heard the door creak. You stayed still, breathing steadily, as light footsteps approached you. You felt two fingers on the side of your neck, checking for a pulse. Then, you felt a pair of lips press to your forehead, the last thing you felt before you drifted off.

"Thank you, again, mon ange."

[berjhawn]

Wicked Love - Part 14 - Regrets

Warnings: Pain, loss, regrets (Hence the name of the chapter lmao)

Pairings: OUAT X Reader

Parts: 

Prologue

Part 1 - Leaving Storybrooke

Part 2 - Journey to the Enchanted Forest

Part 3 - Robin Hood and his Merry Men

Part 4 - Jefferson

Part 5 - Memories

Part 6 - Regina to the Rescue

Part 7 - Emotions

Part 8 - Elliott

Part 9 - Mother Gothel

Part 10 - Elliott’s Secret

Part 11 - Trickster

Part 12 - Demons

Part 13 - True Love Lies

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Reader’s POV

You stare out at the open sea before you with a heavy heart. It’d been weeks since you returned to Storybrooke and you couldn’t help but feel out of place. The departure from the enchanted forest and Jefferson still weighed heavy on your mind and heart.

“I was wondering where you were,” You hear a male voice say and you turn to see your father walking toward you. Not Merlin, but the mob boss. As he walks up to stand beside you, you let out a heavy sigh. “I can’t believe you’ve been here all these years.”

“I was just looking for my real home.” You say not looking at him.

“I knew you’d found your real mother when I first came here.” He says making your turn back to stare at him your eyes narrowed. “That woman is scary.” He adds making your chuckle.

“You have no idea.” You add as you glance back behind the two of you to see your father’s usual goons waiting patiently at the end of the dock. “I see Joey and Leo are still never far away from you.”

“Yeah, they’re like family; so, what can you do?”

“I’m not going back with you.” You state making him sigh.

“I know.”

“And you’re fine with that?” You ask cocking an eyebrow at him in surprise.

“Not really,” He says and you roll your eyes. “But it’s not like I can drag you back now.” He glances to your right and you follow his eyes to see your mother along with Robin, Killian, Emma, Henry, Shingo, and Merlin; standing just out of sight, their eyes focused on you and you smirk.

“I don’t think you’d like the outcome if you did.” You say as your eyes focus back on the horizon.

“I suppose you’re right.” He says as he reaches into his jacket and pulls out an envelope. “This is for you.”

“I don’t want your money.” You say as you stare at the envelope with narrowed angry eyes.

“It’s not money,” He says and you cock an eyebrow at him before you slowly take it from him. When you open it, your eyes widen in shock making your gaze shoot back to him. “I did wrong by him; and you. I figured if I got rid of him you’d just do what I wanted but,” he pauses as he motions for you to continue looking through the envelope as he continues, “Scott, was like a son to me. When I found out you two were together I felt betrayed. He wasn’t good enough for you. He had too much blood on his hands and… I don’t know why I did what I did to him; but I’ve regretted it every day since. I lost a good man, and I lost you.”

“You would have lost me either way.” You say as you pull out the pictures of you and Scott together. “I wasn’t made for your world.”

“I know. When you were little and your mother was still alive things were different. After she died, I guess I kind of lost some humanity.”

“Some?” you scoff making him narrow his eyes at you before they soften and he nods.

“I had that coming.” He says as he looks out over the ocean. “It’s peaceful here. It suits you.”

“I like it here.”

“Then stay, live out your life and I’ll find someone else to take over.”

“Who? If you don’t mind me asking?” You ask and he smirks.

“After you left I took in a young man named Marcus. Turns out he’s my son.”

“You have a kid other than me?” you ask your voice full of surprise.

“I’m a man, after you mom died I kind of went rogue. Turns out I sowed some wild oats.”

“I hope you treat him better than you did me.”

“He seems to think so. Calls me dad and smiles like a crazy person.” He pauses when you chuckle. “You know after coming here and giving it some thought I might just leave the family and take all my money and investments and set him up a company. He likes Security. Go figure.”

“So the mobsters gonna go legit.” You say a smile filling your lips. “That’d be the best thing you’ve ever done.”

“I know I don’t have the right to say this, but can I, after all this is done and over, come back to visit you?” He asks sadly and you find your heart clenching for the old man.

“As long as you leave the boys back home, and I’d like to meet my little brother sometime. So yeah.”

“Thank you, kiddo, I wasn’t expecting you to forgive me-”

“Oh wait I never said I forgave you, you have to earn that; and I’ll be honest, I don’t think that will be possible but I’ll give you a chance.” You say firmly making him nod.

“Well, I guess this old man should be headed back to the city. Keep those pictures, and take care of yourself.”

“I will, and thank you.” You wave the envelope as you continue, “For this.” He nods and without another word he turns and leaves without another word. You were still mad at him. Nothing he said would ever change how you felt about him. Because actions spoke louder than words, and his actions had been like sirens. Placing the envelope into your coat pocket your eyes return to the sea.

“Ever thought about sailing Princess?” Killian says and you smile as you look over at him.

“The Sea couldn’t handle me and you know it.” You joke making him chuckle.

“Aye, you’re right. Just thought you might need something to take your mind off, well you know.” He says and you look down at the ground.

“Yeah, I do.” You say before you turn to him. “I’ve got my job at the diner, you, my mom, Merlin, Henry. I’ll be okay.” You say as you reach up and gently patting him on the shoulder start to walk past him.

“If you ever need a drinking partner give me a call.”

“You have a cell phone?” you ask a smirk filling your face.

“Yeah, well, Swan got it for me, says it should be easy.” He says offering me his pirate smile as he climbs onto his ship.

“Good luck, and if I need a drink I’ll call.” You say before you turn away from him and continue walking down the pier toward land where everyone else was waiting. “I see I have an audience.”

“We were just worried about, you know.” Emma says and I nod.

“I know, thank you.” You say offering her a smile.

“How about some dinner?” Merlin says and you chuckle.

“I’m not really hungry, but thanks for the offer.” You say as you look over at your mother. “Can I talk to you for a moment, alone?”

“Yeah, you guys go ahead I’ll catch up.” Regina says to the rest of them and they nod all leaving except for Robin who rubs her shoulders before giving her a kiss on the cheek before leaving. “So what’s up?” She asks folding her arms over her chest.

“Did I do the right thing?” You ask.

“About what? Your father?”

“No, about Jefferson.”

“I can’t tell you what to do (Name), well I can, I’m your mother; but when it comes to love and how you feel; that’s on you.”

“I can’t fight the feeling that I messed up.” You say as you wrap your arms around yourself.

“Then maybe you did.” She says and you cock an eyebrow at her. “Listen, love isn’t easy. You remember when I kept Daniel’s body around just so I could one day try to bring him back?”

“Yeah, that wasn’t your best idea.”

“Shut it,” she says making you chuckle. “Jefferson told you how much he loved and wanted you. I know you’re worried about Fiona but you shouldn’t be. Take Robin and I for instance. All those years ago Tinkerbell showed me my true love and I fought it making one of the worst mistakes of my life. Granted I wouldn’t change it if I could because it gave me you and Henry; but even now I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if I had walked into that pub and met him.”

“Do you love Robin more than you did Daniel?” You ask and she furrows her brow.

“I do.” She answers as she looks off the way he had gone with a smile on her lips. “Daniel will always be my first love and I will always love him, but I’m not gonna stop loving him just because I love Robin too. Just like you aren’t gonna stop loving Scott now that you love Jefferson.”

“But what about Fiona?”

“What about her? She’s dead.” Regina pauses for a moment before rolling her eyes and saying, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know Mom, I just feel like I’m betraying her somehow. I mean she loved Jefferson enough to have him send me away so we wouldn’t meet.”

“That wasn’t love (Name), that was fear and jealousy. She loved Jefferson and he loved her yes, but she feared that if he ever met you he wouldn’t love her anymore but she was wrong. He loves her, but he also loves you.”

“Oh well, it’s too late now. I can’t change my mind now.” I say as I swallow a breath of air.

“And you’ll have to live with your decision for the rest of your life.” She says and I nod.

“Thanks mom, you guys go ahead and eat dinner. I’ve got somewhere to stop by before I head home.” You say and she nods. She reaches up and gives your arm a rub before he heads off after the rest of your family. When they disappear, you let out a heavy sigh and head off to a place you knew all too well. Upon reaching it you look at the numbers on the stone column. Taking a deep breath, you walk past the gate and up to the mansion’s door.

Pulling out your keys you unlock the doors and walk inside. As you look around your eyes play tricks on you. You could see it clear as day. The times you had spent here in this glorious mansion with him. You could see the time he carried you up the stairs and to a spare room when you got too drunk one night. You ‘round the corner into the dining room to see the time you had made him dinner as a surprise on his birthday.

Your heart clenches as you walk out of the dining room and back into the hall before you walk up the stairs and head toward his room. You hadn’t been back here since he left Storybrooke and surprisingly it didn’t show. The house was clean and tidy without so much as a speck of dust which surprised you at first but then you just put it off as cleaning ladies or some type of magic. Letting out a heavy sigh you open his bedroom door and looking inside almost start crying as a memory of the two of you rolling around in the sheets plays out before you.

Blinking the tears away you slowly make your way over to the bed. Setting down upon it you run your hand over the quilts soft fabric as your heart clenches. “What am I doing?” You say as you use your free hand to reach up and run through your hair. “It’s not like I can go back, and even if I did, he said he’d never see me again.” Tossing yourself back onto the bed you stare up at the familiar ceiling tears stinging your eyes.

                                                    ~~~~~~~~~~~

Closing your eyes, you think back to when you left the enchanted forest. You followed closely behind him as he led you back through the forest his hand wrapped tightly around your wrist. You looked at his back as your emotions fought against you. You wanted nothing more than to take it all back and stay with him but how could you when you knew what Fiona had been through. Choking back the sobs that threatened to fill the air you just looked down at the ground.

When you both arrived at the camp where your family was waiting he led you over to Regina and then instantly let go of your hand and left to find Grace. You stared after him your heart clenching tightly as your mother’s arms wrapped around you tightly. You cling to her as tears fill your eyes. Biting your lips to keep from crying out loud you bury your face in the nape of her neck. She gently pats your head as she rubs circles on your back.

“It’ll be okay Sweetie.” She says reassuringly making you cry harder.

“It hurts so much.” You say as you cling tighter to her.

“Your mother’s right Princess, things can only get better.” Killian says and you slowly pull away from her as you look at him and force a smile.

“Are you ever gonna call me by my name?” You ask as you slowly wipe the tears away.

“I could, but then where would be the fun in that.” He jokes making your chuckle through your tears lightening your mood slightly.

“Not to be that person, but when are we gonna go home? Henry’s probably worried about us by now.” Emma says and I nod.

“Whenever you’re ready.” You say not looking toward Jefferson. Your mom catches your actions and grabbing your hand says, “Come with me for a moment.” She leads you off to a corner away from the rest of the group before she stands before you and folds her arms over her chest. “What happened between you two?”

“Nothing,” You say as you reach up to wipe your cheeks dry.

“Don’t lie to me (Name), earlier today you were all over each other. What happened in that short amount of time you were alone?”

“I just decided he’d be better off without me.”

“That’s a load of bull, you love that man. Why are you being so bull headed?” She asks and you let out a sigh as you tell her everything you had both had said to each other. When you were done, you looked up to see her glaring at you. “Are you crazy (Name), that man loves you; not that I approve of him; but anyway, why can’t you just live for yourself for once and take what you want?”

“Cause it’s not fair to her.” You reply taking a deep breath. Regina lets out a heavy sigh as she looks back and forth between the two of you.

“Are you sure this is what you wanna do? You’ll never see him again if you leave it like this.”

“It’s better this way.”

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Better for who? You think to yourself as you roll over onto your side. Letting out a heavy sigh you pull out your cell phone and kicking your shoes off curl up on the bed. You stare at the screen for a moment as you silently curse yourself for deleting all his pictures. Placing the phone on the nightstand you bury your face into his pillow and feel you heart swell as his scent fills your lungs. Tears fill your eyes as you cling to his pillow for dear life.

You couldn’t go back on your decision now. No matter how much it hurt your heart or how much you regretted it. It was too late. “I wish I could be greedy and selfish just this once. I’m sorry Fiona, but I love him. I wish I could change everything. NO matter where I go or what I do, I can’t stop thinking about him. I need him.” You cry out as you cling to his pillow. You lay there for hours until you cry yourself to sleep.

The sound of your cell phone vibrating wakes you from your dream making you reach over and lift it up to look at through groggy eyes. “What the hell mom?” You say as you answer it.

“Where the hell have you been?” She asks angrily making you run a hand down your face as you let out a heavy sigh.

“Sorry, I guess I must have fallen asleep.” You say roll over onto your back to look up at the ceiling.

“That answers one of my questions. Now where the hell are you?” She probes making you groan as you say, “Jefferson’s.”

“Oh,” She says her tone turning soft. “Are you okay?”

“I think I made a horrible mistake momma.” You say as tears fill your eyes.

“I’d say so.” A male voice says from the end of the bed making you let out an involuntary scream as you jump into sitting position.

“Wha-What are you doing here?!” You ask as you stare at him in disbelief.

“Last time I should have run after you and I didn’t,” He crosses the room and walking over to the side of the bed kneels down as he continues, “I wasn’t making the same mistake twice.” Your heart swells in your chest as you throw your arms around his neck and hold tightly to him hoping against all hope that this wasn’t a dream.

“I’m so sorry!” You cry out as you cling to his jacket.

“It’s okay,” He says as he runs a hand through your hair lovingly.

“I don’t care about anything anymore; I just want you.” You say as you pull away to look up into his eyes lovingly. “Can I be greedy for once in my life?”

“Only if I can join you.” He says as he reaches up and gently wipes the tears from your eyes before his lips crash against yours sending waves of passion throughout your body. Clinging to him you deepen your kiss. Things would have gone further had you not heard someone come running through the house. The two of you pull away from each other just in time for your mom to run into view a panicked look on her face. Once her eyes land on the two of you she lets out an exasperated sigh before saying, “Jesus, I thought you were in trouble!”

You chuckle and run a hand through your hair as you remember you had been on the phone with your mother. “Sorry mom, I got a little sidetracked.”

“I can see that.” She says as he looks form you to Jefferson who had his eyes focused on the bed in front of him. “Good to see you Hatter. I’ll let you two talk.” Then with a wave of her hand she disappears into a puff of purple smoke. Jefferson looks back at you and gently reaches up and placing a hand on your cheek rubs his thumb across your lips.

“How did you come back?” You ask as you lean into his touch.

“Uh your dad opened the door.” Jefferson says as his hand falls from your cheek to grab your own hand.

“Merlin did?” You ask as you cock an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, He showed up one day and asked if I wanted to see you again.” He chuckles for a moment before he continues, “I told him you didn’t want to see me and he told me that for the past few weeks you have been like a zombie. You only work and force smiles. He told me you were broken. Seeing you now, I believe him.” He looks you up and down before he continues, “You look like hell love.”

“I feel much better now.” You say a chuckle escaping your lips making him smile at you.

“Can I come in now?” I hear a familiar voice ask and I look past him as Grace walks into the room a smile on her face. Smiling you pull away from Jefferson and hold your arms open for her. She runs over and throwing her arms around your neck hugs you tightly. “Don’t worry (Name), mother is happy that you two are together.” She says and your smile instantly fades and pulling away form her you look to Jefferson for an explanation.

“Merlin has this stuff, Magical Ale, One cup can summon the spirit of anyone who’s passed to the underworld. So Grace and I used it to summon Fiona.”

“And?” You ask your heart in your throat.

“We got to talk to mom.” Grace says a smile on her face. “I never got the chance to meet her so it was nice.”

“I’m happy for you sweetheart.” You say as you try to hold in your emotions.

“Dad talked to her too,”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, he asked her if it was okay if he married you.”

“Grace!” Jefferson yells out making Grace smile.

“Well you did!” She retorts and he chuckles.

“And?” you say your curiosity getting the better of you.

“She said it was okay. She’s been watching us for a while now. She told me to tell you to stop punishing yourself. She knew we’d fall in love and that all she could have hoped for was for the people she loved to love each other.”

“So in other words, mom said you two should hurry up and tie the knot.” Grace interjects making you smile through the tears that now fell down your cheeks. Jefferson reaches up and gently wipes them away as he says, “I haven’t even asked her yet Grace.”

“Then hop to it papa.” Grace says as she stands up and with a bright smile turns and leaves the room a skip in her step.

“I don’t think she took after me at all.” He jokes as he looks down at your hands in his.

“No, I see you in her.” You say as you rub your thumb across his knuckles.

“I wanted to ask you the right way but now,” He jokes as he smiles deviously at you.

“Just ask me,” You say as your eyes find his. “I don’t need anything fancy, or traditional; I just need you.” He smiles at your words before he reaches up move a strand of stray hair from your face.

“Then (Name), will you marry me?” He asks and you look down at his hands.

“No,” You say making his hand tense in yours.

“What?” He asks his eyes turning sad.

“Well,” You roll your lips before you say, “For one I was fucking with you, so don’t look so sad it hurts my heart. Second, I would love to marry you Jefferson.” You see him physically relax as his head drops down into your lap and you smile.

“That wasn’t funny,” He says as he leans back up a smile covering his lips.

“Then why are you smiling?” You ask as you lean forward you face inches from his.

“Because I’m happy.” He says making you giggle.

“Good, all I want is you to be happy.” You say as you lean forward bringing your lips to his.

Will Continue in - Little Thing Called Jealousy (End)

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Like My Father: Part 1

The usual stone driveway with a single slight curve led to the house was the refreshing sight you needed after the trip to Aspen. The magnificent mountain ranges and the picturesque views could only act as a distraction from the aftermath of the one-night stand and the minimal anxiousness you had been riddled with when it seemed like someone was watching you.

Nattie had claimed you were paranoid, and you were remiss to agree with her.

Still, despite the one-night stand that had delivered a better night of sex than you had in a long time, and the feeling of being studied, Aspen was beautiful. And you felt lucky enough to go again in the same cabin.

Now that you were home, however, you were eager to be out of the mountains and the torrential snow. You were anxious to be home in your bed, or at least the bed at your mom’s place, and have you disuse Thursday afternoon coffee breaks with Nattie. You missed hearing all the gossip she chose to spill and then return home to crash in front of the fireplace with a stack of books.

“Home,” you walked toward on the driveway, briefly casting your eyes upon the single black SUV with darkened windows sitting in the driveway, and had immediately thought that perhaps your dad was here.

The vehicle was parked on an angle, the windows blacked out and nearly impossible to make out the interior of the car; however, you had noted the thickness of the glass that had briefly caught the light before the sun passed behind clouds.

If it had been your dad coming to pay your mom and yourself a visit, it was unwarranted and unplanned. You usually had a warning when your dad was coming and could prepare yourself for the usual round of questioning and the comments that you had grown and changed. It was a pleasant visit, and you would answer all the questions with honesty and please your dad when he was there.

You would spend a day at your mom’s place with him and then leave for your apartment, allowing them some privacy to talk. It was a routine you had gotten used to and had almost looked forward to, if not for the sake of returning to your life and allowing your dad to live his life while you lived yours.

When you approached the steps that would lead you to the front door, you inhaled slowly and filled your lungs with air before you exhaled just as languidly. You walked up the steps and approached the door, resting your hand against the brass handle, your thumb against the smooth flat tongue before you pushed it down and bumped the door with your hip, granting access to her place.

“Mama?” You called out once you slipped through the door, your voice carrying, and as you closed the door behind you with a soft click, you had taken a pause.

You could pick up on the scent of alphas, multiple alphas hanging around your mom’s place, yet there was no indication that they had been here long. The mix of alpha scents had seemed somewhat familiar to you in some frame of mind; you were unaware of how you had known them. The mix wasn’t off-putting, but it was a dense concoction that had stirred your curiosity and your awareness that your mother had likely invited them in for one reason or another.

“Mama?” You called again and set your weekender bag down by the front door before you slipped your shoes off and kicked them to the side, the squeak of the rubber soles on the floor seeming more intense than they were naturally.

“In the living room!” Your mom’s soft voice had called you, and with nervousness, you had wiped your hands on your jeans before you inched forward slowly.

There were three alphas here, no scent had belonged to your father, and that was the source of your anxiousness. The slight prick under your flesh that had the primordial portion of yourself that told you you knew them was driving the spark of insecurity.

You knew the alpha you slept with too, yet you couldn’t place his face or his name.

With every step, your attention has bounced between the pictures hanging on the walls and every memory that had flooded your brain with each recognizable moment.

Pictures of your dance recitals throughout the years had been hung in dark wood frames, the years displayed near the bottom until you had stopped just after you turned 16. The last year you danced was one of your favourite recitals with your favourite costume. The costume was handstitched with cherry blossoms on the bodice and the skirt, and the colour had glistened when it caught the light.

It was your favourite, and when you had dropped out of dance entirely, that had been the only costume you kept safely tucked away in the closet in your bedroom.

You stood on the edge of the living room, your eyebrows furrowing the longer you had fixated on the alphas you could not see yet could sense. The longer you had been wrapped up in the traces of scent that cling to the walls of your mom’s home, that had seemed to penetrate every square inch of the path they had taken, the longer you had become discomfited.

Three alphas with three different varying scents.

One that smelled of parchment and ink from a pen, sandalwood and coffee.

Another smelled of spices and tea, slightly burnt sugar and vanilla.

The last smelled of teakwood and citrus, the subtle smell of burning wood and apples.

“Mama,” you stepped into the living room and had all eyes on you, every face had turned to face you, “what’s going on?”

The first alpha you had seen was sitting on the couch across from your mom wearing a well-made and well-fitting waistcoat over a white dress shirt, the waistcoat accentuated by silk-wrapped buttons that stood out against the delicate black material. He was an alpha with brown-black coiffed hair styled on his head and electric blue eyes that almost seemed to match the blue of the teacup he was holding. His jaw was finely cut, and wasn’t a single hair that had lined his jaw or obscured his natural debonair.

“My baby’s back!” Your mom beamed and stood, righting the well-fitting sundress she wore, her hands folded in front of her as she moved, yet falling to her sides as she came to stand in front of you, studying you. “How was Aspen?”

“Fine.” Your answer was short and clipped, your suspicions of the three alphas in the room drawing more speculation than you intended. “Mama, what’s going on?”

“You remember Ari,” she stood to the side and looped her arm in with yours, and your eyes had naturally moved toward the alpha, who was the biggest in the room.

“Uh uh.” You nodded your head and bit down on the inside of your cheek. “I remember.”

“Been a while, princess.” His deep, husky voice had been a sound you had long forgotten could rip shivers from you.

Ari, a good friend of your dad’s, was younger than your father but older than yourself. He had looked larger than you remembered, with his impressive height topping off at around 6’5” or 6’6”, and the sheer width of his shoulders had drawn your hesitant attention as you noted the correlation between his size and upper body strength that his equally muscular torso and legs hadn’t outdone.

His brown-blonde hair had been brushing against the nape of his neck, and the full beard he sported hadn’t just made him seem like any ordinary alpha but an alpha who was equally strong and confident without being conceited.

Ari Levinson was an alpha you used to have a crush on. Though, you weren’t going to hide the fact that even after all these years, he was incredibly easy on the eyes.

“Andy Barber, you’ve met him before, haven’t you?”

The door closed behind you more forcefully than you had intended, but the shake of your legs and the heat of the summer that had beaten down on you restricted your care. You hadn’t paid any attention to who may have been in the house or who may have been watching; you were focused on an after-run routine of water and a cold shower.

As you had approached the fridge, with your headphones in your ear, you had yanked open the door and reached for a bottle. The moment your hand touched the cold plastic, you had pulled it out of the fridge and pressed the side to your cheeks.

The summer heat and everything you’d spent on the run had left you tired yet driven. You’d kept the water on your cheek and closed your eyes as you rested your lower back against the curve of the island and exhaled slowly.

Music was reverberating in your ears through your small in-ear speakers, the beat and the fast-paced singing of the artist acting as noise cancellation for the outside world, and you had been so focused on the aftermath of your run, on cooling down, that you had remained blissfully unaware that you were being watched.

“Miss L/N,” when you felt a hand against your shoulder, an ungodly shriek ripped from your lips, and the bottle of water went flying from your hands.

You whipped yourself around and clung to the island with an iron grip as your legs threatened to give out from under you. Your eyes had been cast upon an alpha in a dark blue suit with a matching tie and a head of dark brown hair that was styled messily, and you were torn between cursing out this handsome alpha who had shocked you or reacting with anger and spite.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” You shrieked again, your heart thrashing in your chest. “You come into people’s houses without knocking, and them give them a heart attack?!”

“I was already here,” the alpha smiled cordially and picked up your water bottle, sliding it across the counter toward you, “whether you saw me-“

“God!” You grabbed the water bottle and tucked it under your arm before you created distance between yourself and him. “Gave me a heart attack!”

“I’ve met him once before.” You mumbled and looked away, reminiscing with cringing likeness.

“And Jefferson.”

He was just as handsome as the other two alphas, but he seemed closer in age with you than with them, though it didn’t appear as if there was a significant difference. He was tall, like the other two, yet he hadn’t seemed as outwardly stacked as Ari, and he wasn’t as tall as Andy. His eyes, however, were brighter.

“Mama,” you inched closer to her and questioned her intentions, your nails digging into the seams of your jeans, “what is going on?”

“Your father wants to speak to you at the estate.” Your mom drew her hands from your arms and took a wide birth around the back of the couch to sit once again; then you heard the rhythmic ‘tap tap tap’ of her hand against the couch to get you to sit.

“Couldn’t I have gone there then?” You looked from Jefferson to Ari and then Andy. “Saved me some time.”

“He’s not quite ready yet. Besides, I wanna hear about Aspen.” Your mom’s gaze became pointed, and you had slowly moved around the couch to sit beside her, and once you had, you tucked your hands into your lap.

“Aspen was fun. It always is.” Your answers were short and straightforward, your attention seeming to gravitate toward the alphas naturally.

“Meet anyone?”

Your mind immediately draws to the one-night stand you had, and the visible wince and shallow hiss gather your mom’s attention, her hand falling to your thigh.

You knew him; you know you had.

“No one worth mentioning, mama.” You sighed and leaned back, crossing your arms over your chest. “What does he want to talk about anyway? You text me asking me to come over instead of going home-“

“Your father needs to discuss something with you.” Your mom squeezed your thigh and beamed at Jefferson, almost pridefully. “After we have tea and you catch up with Ari and Andy and get to know Jefferson.”

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Like My Father: Part 6

“You’re not an alpha are you?” Soft eyes stared back at you, gently speculating as the thin and lithe boy had sat cross-legged in front of you. There was a book held upside down in his hands as he frowned and tilted his head.

“I am too an alpha. Why? Don’t I look like an alpha?”

“You don’t look like any of the alphas I’ve seen.” You huff and cross your arms over your chest while you look around the hidden safe space you had discovered in your father’s estate, and Curtis had been the first boy you had brought here, eager to show him your hideaway.

“I am an alpha.” Curtis had scowled and closed the book with a snap and set it on the cushion beside him.

“Then you’re a small alpha.” You had nodded your head, deciding once and for all that he was bound and determined to be that size for the rest of his life, and no longer interested in arguing about it.

“I’m not always going to be a small alpha, but you are always going to be an annoying omega.” Curtis had made the rebuttal and batted your hand away when you had attempted to swipe him, completely bypassing you as he stood and stretched.

“You’re an ass.” You had mumbled under your breath, watching him freeze, his eyes narrowing in your direction.

“Your ma know you curse?” He had tilted his head, his dark blonde hair cut short and sightly spiked as he crouched near you. “I bet she would like to know-“

You had cut him off with the propulsion of the book closest to you being launched at his face, and you hadn’t waited for him to recover before you were up and scurrying out of the room, laughing at his expense as you had made your way through one door and then the other, slamming it shut to give yourself more time to outrun him.

When you had come to the other side, you had scampered out of the hidden door and pushed yourself flush to the wall, hearing him coming after you. Your hands had been pressed against the wall, and you had bitten down on your bottom lip as he had followed you. When the door had been shut and had once again become seamless with the wall, Curtis had turned toward you and fixed his eyes in a semi-serious glare, his nostrils flaring as he took one step toward you and then another.

“You cheated.”

“You’re too slow.” You had stuck out your tongue and stepped away from him, the back and forth battle between gaining and losing ground had come to an end when you had darted toward the stairs and subtly missed him only managing to save yourself by sitting on the railing and sliding down the smooth wood to the lower floor.

“You’re such a cheater!” Curtis’ voice had echoed in the room and you were temporarily pleased with yourself before you had turned and ran straight into a body and then stumbled back.

“Fucking brat,” the alpha in front of you had snapped and bared his teeth, the combativeness rolling off him in thick waves had startled you, and as you had slid your feet back, eyes wide and your heart racing. The alpha was heavily stacked with thick, veins that were almost protruding from his neck, and his eyes were so dark they had looked black, however, it was the scowl on his face and the scar that had run from his eyebrow to the corner of his mouth that had scared you the most. The physically imposing alpha had glowered down at you, glare morphing to a smirk as he reached for the front of your shirt, yanking you toward him, “little omega’s scared? You scared of me?”

“Leave her alone!” Curtis was halfway down the stairs and had raised his voice in protest of you being physically lifted from the ground with the alpha glaring at you as if you were nothing more than a bug.

“You a little bone for the alphas to chew on?” He had tightened his grip on your shirt and you had made a single startled cry, the impending fear bringing you to the point of tears.

“Get your fucking hands off of her! Now!” The directive had come from behind you, the voice as recognizable as the scent that had been strained and tainted by wrath and fury, and you had nearly been dropped to the tile before you were grabbed and set down, the alpha in question thrown against the side of the staircase.

“Possessive, Levinson?” The alpha was not held by Ari, the man who had worked for your father and was so familiar to you, instead, he was being restrained by a younger alpha you had never seen before.

“You have some fucking nerve, Rumlow.” The alpha you had never seen before had picked him up and slammed him back against the spiral, his blue eyes and dark brown hair falling into his face.

“Y/N let’s go.” Curtis had grabbed your arm and pulled you back, watching Ari pass by you, his face contorted in animosity and penchant rage.

“Fowler-“ You were pulled up the first step, and then you had turned away from the scene and scurried up the rest of the steps, your vision blurred with tears while you and Curtis had left behind the sound of pained grunts.

It was only when you had returned to your room and fearfully curled up under your blankets, that you had heard the sound of a single gunshot.

“We’re waiting until they’re all clear.” The directive was given and you had almost hoped that it hadn’t have been. You had almost wished for there to be a complication so you wouldn’t have to be stuck in the middle of Bucky and Curtis and listen to Jefferson talk about the importance of an image worthy of the person you were going to be.

You wished you had the opportunity to be an ordinary omega with the feasibility of being able to have a normal life. It was selfish on your part perhaps, to have such opportunities in front of you and want none of them. Maybe it was your selfish desires to turn away from the life set before you to have peace, or maybe it was the last few strands of resistance and self-doubt that had afflicted you.

Ari believed you could do this.

Bucky believes you could do this.

Curtis, still damn him, believed you could do this.

And yet, against all their words, all their affirmations and belief that you as an omega could run an empire, you had doubted yourself.

“It’s good. We got the all-clear.” Jefferson had shifted in his seat and you had received another glance at his waistcoat and button-down shirt, the sleek match had brought out the colour of his eyes and made him appear like an alpha who had just stepped out of the glossy pages.

“Clear to go home?” You grumbled while sliding over on the leather bench seat of the decked-out Escalade, and placed your hand in Bucky’s as he helped you step down onto the pavement, with Curtis following.

“Nice try, butterfly.” Jefferson had crooned and tapped the tip of your nose. “You and I are going to get you the kind of wardrobe that fits your role as a mob boss.”

Jefferson had turned sharply and cast his eyes upon the storefront of the sleek-looking high-end boutique, his lips stretching in a smile before he looked over his shoulder at you, his smile building. You had locked eyes with him, communicating a great deal within mere glances before Curtis had reached for your hand, fingertips brushing against fingertips.

When the door was opened and held open for you, you had stepped inside the boutique and the four of you had been greeted by a tall omega wearing a sleek emerald green dress with a thin black belt sitting around her waist. She had continued the look of sophistication with a pair of Louboutin’s with the familiar red underside. Her hair was pulled back and secured in a top knot, decorated with a string of rhinestones or diamonds that had stood out against her dark hair.

“Good morning and welcome. My name is Lia and I will be your guide during your visit here. We have everything ready for you.” Her smile was tight, her lips overdrawn, yet not obtusely so, in dark mauve lipstick that complimented the shade of her dress and the dark colour of her hair.

“Butterfly,” Jefferson had brushed his hand along the small of your back as he came to stand next to you, “needs an entirely new wardrobe.”

“So you had explained over the phone,” she had clapped her hands and walked toward you, her heels clicking against the marble, “your omega is beautiful. We have pulled some great choices if you would follow us.”

“I hate this already,” you muttered under your breath as you had reluctantly followed again.

“You’re going to be okay. Tell them what you want, tell them what you need.” Bucky had grasped your hand and stalled you, drawing your attention back to him, your eyes locking. “If you don’t like it, don’t hold back.”

The assurance was all you needed to turn away from

Bucky, to continue following Jefferson and Lia, your guide to the boutique. You had focused on the clack of her heels as she had made her way past racks of clothing that were hanging on sleek metal rods, the expensive and intricate designs stirring neither your interest nor your desire to fill your closet with what you didn’t want.

When you had come to a stop, Lia had turned sharply on her heel and addressed you, and the alphas, with a tight-lipped smile and folded her hands in front of her. She stood before rolling racks of clothes that were being pushed into view, the colours, shapes and styles varying from one to the next and yet you weren’t seeing much of anything you had liked.

“The spring collection has just been released,” Lia had motioned to the racks on the left, waving her hand in the direction of the clothes they had all intended you to try on, “with an integral mix of fabrics and designs to transform your omega.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, glossing over the designer trends that hadn’t seemed to stick out to you. You understood the need to have a more rounded wardrobe and to look as if you were more sophisticated than you had felt, however, none of these had stood out to you.

None of them had felt as if they could be something you had wanted.

“Y/N, what do you think?” Jefferson had reached for your hand and brushed his thumb across your knuckles, drawing your eyes to him. “Do you see something you would like?”

You brushed your palms down the front of your leggings and then side-eyes Bucky. He had given you a soft yet telling nod, a reaffirmation that this could go the way you wanted. This could go how you saw fit, and you had a right to say no.

“I…” you cleared your throat and rolled your shoulders back. “No.”

“No?” Lia had furrowed her brow and glanced toward Jefferson. “To one-piece or…?”

“No to all of it. I hate it all. It’s too bold, it’s too avant-garde. I want something simple, classy. I don’t need to have a $5,000 dress that looks like it was made out of trash.” You had reached for Bucky’s hand, your fingertips brushing.

“Miss L/N-“

“You heard her. She hates it. Find something else.” Jefferson had spoken in agreement, surprising you with this stance he had taken at such luxurious clothes. “And don’t bother addressing us. She’s in charge; she’s the boss.”

“You have something to say, you talk to her.”

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Like My Father: Part 7

Ari turned his attention to the clock sitting on the wall, studying the second hand as it seemed to move backward in a test of his patience and the seeping aggravation that was settling into his skin. It was time for you to come home, time for you and him to start going over the plan for your takeover and yet you were late.

Not only had you been late, but he hadn’t heard from Curtis, Bucky or Jefferson and Ari was moments from hunting them down himself. He was mere moments from withdrawing himself from one of the studies in your father’s estate and crossing the marble floor of the lobby toward the front door armed with his Luger until he had found you.

Ari was almost to that point when he had picked up on the soft click of the door opening and closing followed by the soft shuffle of bare feet against the cool grey marble. He had placed his hands upon the dark stained armrests of the chair he was sitting in and pushed himself to stand, his teeth grinding as the footsteps were about to sneak past the study until Ari had cleared his throat.

The footsteps had stopped and the rise of your scent had become a telltale sign of your simultaneous surprise and anticipation. You had known you were late and you were trying to slip by as if he wouldn’t have noticed your presence and descent upon the estate so late.

“Y/N.” Ari had cracked open the door and glanced out at the hall. He was watching you with slightly narrowed eyes and a stern frown on his face, attempting to keep himself together despite how cute you looked with widened eyes and parted lips, like a teen getting caught sneaking back in.

“Ari.” You swallowed thickly and flicked your attention past him toward the study, and the impending conversation you were going to have because you knew you would be in some kind of trouble.

“You’re late, Y/N.” Ari settled his hands into his pockets while he studied you and how you were dressed, in designer pieces that Jefferson had no doubt picked out yet they weren’t together in the set they had come in, a clear choice made by you to mix designers. “You were supposed to be here over an hour ago.”

“Well, I am the boss, right? Doesn’t it start when I get here?” Your sheepish and strained smile was tight your attention darted between him and the hallway you were trying to sneak down, away from him and the study.

“You’re not the boss yet.” Ari clicked his tongue against his teeth fully and affectively breaking, at least partly. “Honey…”

“I’m sorry, okay. Fuck, I’m sorry for being late but I’m tired and I’m weary and I just…Jefferson made me get to another seven places to go and pick out another half-full wardrobe and then he tossed half of them into his studio to upgrade…” You raised your hands and curled your fingers to emphasize the word upgrade.

“Come on,” Ari had placed his hand upon your arm and gently tugged you closer to the study, “I’ll make it quick, alright? And then you can go to bed.”

“I could always go to bed now and we could pick it up in the morning,” you started the argument while stepping through the door, your heels clicking softly against each other as you shifted them from the left hand to the right.

“Sit down, sweetheart.” Ari had directed you to one of the chaises in the study and waited until you had sat upon the far end away from him before he had sat opposite of you.

He waited until you had settled upon the comfortable red cushions, with your feet tucked under you and the heels you had been worn discarded on the floor, and as you were stilling yourself, Ari had leaned forward and intertwined his fingers.

“You need to listen to me,” Ari drew your attention back to him, his eyes studying you with growing affection, adoration and yearning, “we are all here for you and we all want you to succeed. I know you’re getting tired and you think it’s a lot but you need to know this before you take over. You will have a lot of alphas looking down on you because you’re an omega.”

“I know this, Ari. I know that I will have people doubting me.” You were not denying the fact, nor were you denying his insistence that you need to know the ins and outs.

“No sweetheart, I don’t think you understand.” Ari’s voice was wavering on the edge of protective and proactive animosity toward the unseen threats and the urgency to drill as much as he could into you. “It’s not just them doubting you, it’s them believing there is an opportunity to completely take over.”

“Kill me? They’re going to try and kill me?” Your heart skipped a beat, your breath becoming hitched the longer you had thought about the meaning behind the words, the message that he would not inherently give life to.

“There are many people who are loyal to your father and who will follow you as well because they respect him. However, there will be some who will see this as an opportunity to take a shot at the empire your father has built. You are at risk because you are omega and others will see you as weak.” Ari stretched out his hand and settled it upon your own, the warmth from his hand atop yours was little comfort to you, not when the gravity of the situation had been made ever clearer to you.

It was a sudden realization that had been the first catalyst to make your voice shake and your vision start to blur with the sudden emergence of tears that pricked the corners of your eyes. It was the startling seriousness and gravity of what could happen to you, that had driven you to bite down on your bottom lip as you had become preoccupied with your thoughts and the seeds of doubt.

“Y/N look at me,” Ari had squeezed your hand and through blurry vision, you had cast your attention on him again, “I promise you that we are going to do everything we can to make you succeed. If you know your potential enemies and you’re prepared for what gets thrown at you-“

“What do I need to know? Tonight you wanted to talk to me about something.” You pulled your hand away from his and settled it back on your right thigh, yanking on the material of your dress as if it was a stress ball. “What are we doing?”

“We’re going to talk about the potential threats.” Ari had leaned back against the chaise he was sitting on, and lifted one hand to the back of the sofa, grasping a file that had been balancing on the edge. “These are the men you have to worry about most.”

Ari had folded back the front of the manila folder and tucked the front under the back exposing the stack of paper held together by a binder clip attached at the top of the pages. There could have been easier ways to talk to each other about what happened, Ari could have very easily shown you the files via a tablet or the desktop and yet he had chosen paper copies likely to have a physical copy of the files on potential threats who wouldn’t take your takeover with eagerness and instant support.

It wasn’t just Ari who was concerned about the backlash and the attempts to take over the empire for themselves by eliminating or undermining you. It was the potentiality for threats that had driven both Nick and Ari to increase levels of speculation about who was around and who was doing business with your father.

Both were willing, waiting, to see who had to be cut out. It was a necessary step that would help secure your future and steer the organization you were set to take over in the right direction.

“Did my father need to worry about them?” You raised the question and turned your head, unable to look at Ari as you were overcome with emotion with a flip of a switch.

The days leading to the first real discussion between you and Ari about the business had commenced. Minutes, hours and days had bled into weeks and months, the days were filled with various training modules that were meant to make you prepared for the takeover.

You had an entirely new wardrobe and a vanity full of the best skincare and makeup, the finest brushes and tools. You had spent your days learning self-defence and tactics to make you prepared. How long had it been since that first shopping trip with Jefferson?

“You’re not focused,” Nick’s eyes were dark, his sternness was devastating to your abilities to keep up the light-footedness and you felt drawn to exhaustion already, “you’re gonna get yourself killed.”

“I’m trying!” You were tired, you were exhausted from the long-winded hours of following his directions to the best of your abilities.

“I could’ve killed you again!” His animosity was rolling off him like a tidal wave that was slamming into you, dragging you beneath the overwhelming current. “Are you focused?”

“I’m trying my hardest! You don’t need to be such an ass-!” You swung out to strike him, and he had blocked your attempted blow and whipped you around, your back to his chest.

Nick had slid an arm around your waist and held your back to his chest, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear and his fingers splaying against the hem of your shirt. He had huffed against you, the puff of air warming your neck and stirring your ire and hidden admiration for the alpha who was intimidating and beautiful.

Like every one of them.

“Ari had been coddling you, he doesn’t have the means to be tough. You’re his little princess, he would do anything for you, no matter the cost.” Nick’s teeth scraped against your mating gland, his tongue lapping at the flesh while you whimpered against him nearing submission.

“Are you going to let every alpha you come across do this? Are you going to weaken yourself? They’ll eat you up like you’re nothing.” Nick slipped his hand beneath your shirt and while his hand was warm and his fingers had been spread against your skin, his accusations of you being weak had burned beneath your skin.

“I’m not weak!” You grit your teeth, angered by his indictments, triggered by the way he had so easily combatted you.

“Prove it then, omega. Prove your worth.” Nick pushed his hand further up your abdomen, growling lightly in your ear, every moment that his hand was on you was another moment in which you were pushed toward animosity.

“I don’t have to prove anything to you!” Your struggle had begun again, you had used as much of your body weight as possible to fight against him. When he finally had let you go, you balled your hand into a fist and struck him with as much power as you possibly could, cursing at him vehemently.

“Your father had a delicate relationship with them. It was mutual need that kept them close.” Ari had lifted his eyes from the files in his hands and focused his gaze on you, watching you with a slightly tilted head. “You know you don’t have to do this alone.”

“I feel alone,” you murmured and bit down on the inside of your cheek, your fingers twisting the skirt of your dress, “I feel like I’ve already failed.”

“You haven’t failed, honey.” Ari had closed the file and tossed it behind him, then he had stood and moved toward you. Ari had stopped before you and crouched with his hands resting against your knees, his eyes searching your face and the corner of his lips twitching.

“I’m tired, Ari. I’m so tired.” Your vision had blurred with the spring of tears, your bottom lip trembling the longer you looked at him.

“I know, princess.” Ari had slipped his hands further up from your knees to your lower thighs, fingers stretching against your flesh. “Come on, I’ll take you to bed.”

“I thought I had to do this?” Your breath was hitching in your throat as the distance between you and Ari had become lessened with every subtle shift.

“We can do it another day. Let me take you to bed.” Ari had stood and slipped an arm around your shoulders and the other around the back of your legs, lifting you from the couch into his arms. As you were pressed against his chest, you slipped your arms around his neck and settled your cheek against his firm frame.

“Take me to your bed, Ari. Please.” You pleaded with him and angled your head, your gaze meeting his.

“I’ll take you to bed, princess.”

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