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Agape
Mafia!au x Steve Rogers
CHAPTERS:
summary: your escape to Brooklyn was harboured by secrets and a harrowed past, left abused and betrayed, you accepted your destiny of being swallowed by the crowd. Until the King of New York showed up in front of you and wanted a piece of you for himself.
a/n: never stopped thinking about this series! it has been over a year since like last update but I’m finally starting to fall back into it. this chapter is definitely a mouthful, and hopefully clear up some things about the reader. (and anyone still reading this story..thank you.)
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The soft rush of the diner during midday rings familiar to your bones. The squeak of your fading sneakers against the linoleum floors, the fast paced beats coming from Frank’s speaker, the chatter and noise of patrons-the ring of the door that still quickens your heart.
Things have changed however, when you had pushed through the back door into the small break room to shove your things in the rusting metal locker you feel it.
Redwood Oak’s
Mafia!au x Steve Rogers
summary: your escape to Brooklyn was harboured by secrets and a harrowed past, left abused and betrayed, you accepted your destiny of being swallowed by the crowd. Until the King of New York showed up in front of you and wanted a piece of you for himself.
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Steve’s words echo loudly in your skull like a ball being knocked around your head, turning your brain to mush. The warmth of Steve’s breath that had gripped you like a vice had dissipated the second the both of you had entered the expansive room of Steve’s Office.
You don’t see it, but Steve clenches his jaw in tight restraint to stop himself from putting a hole in Rumlow’s head and instead envelopes himself into the stone-faced demeanor he had learnt to form the moment he stepped up to the throne destined for him.
But god, did that horrified look on yourself tear Steve from the inside out. What had he done to you? It screamed betrayal in Steve’s mind, that you not only had been hurt but by one of his own men. The man who had sworn to protect you had lied. And for Steve, his word was as good as its weight in fucking gold.
Maraschino Cherry
Mafia!au x Steve Rogers
summary: your escape to Brooklyn was harboured by secrets and a harrowed past, left abused and betrayed, you accepted your destiny of being swallowed by the crowd. Until the King of New York showed up in front of you and wanted a piece of you for himself.
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notes: school has been kicking my ass lately, this is quite short, especially for me but part 7 will be out very very soon!
Your heart had dropped into your stomach the moment Rumlow had forced you into a realisation you were foolishly blinding yourself from.
And it had been there ever since.
You can’t remember locking up the diner, can’t even remember feeling the keys between your fingers as you stumbled down the shadowy streets of Brooklyn. The crumpled figures of people sleeping on the streets, the flash of yellow cabs and vendors on the corner, and the never-ending rumble of train tracks echoing under overpasses is fleeting now. Just flashes of colours and sounds you can’t really place.
Two Coffee’s
Mafia!au x Steve Rogers
summary: your escape to Brooklyn was harboured by secrets and a harrowed past, left abused and betrayed, you accepted your destiny of being swallowed by the crowd. Until the King of New York showed up in front of you and wanted a piece of you for himself.
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It had been several weeks since you and Steve got into a routine, you would meet with him to discuss your husband, and he would be the omnipresent blanket of protection in the form of brooding men in dark cars stationed outside your apartment, the diner, your favourite coffee shop. His presence was present in every vessel and part of your life now, and it seems crazy that just 3 weeks ago you hadn’t even down the man.
Now it was like he never left. Now it was like he was a part of your routine.
It’s that thought that lingers as you step outside the diner doors and into the chilly afternoon of the Brooklyn streets. With two cups of steaming coffee in hand, you march with a newfound determination towards the indiscreet black sedan that had been parked on the diner sidewalk since you walked through the doors that morning.
They may not speak to you directly, but you couldn’t find the heart to let them sit around for hours on end with nothing but the car heater and a carton of OJ. Especially against the winter breeze that felt like iced knives against your trembling skin.
Bruised Knuckles
Mafia!au x Steve Rogers
summary: your escape to Brooklyn was harboured by secrets and a harrowed past, left abused and betrayed, you accepted your destiny of being swallowed by the crowd. Until the King of New York showed up in front of you and wanted a piece of you for himself.
9K words
a/n: this one is a really long chapter, I went a little overboard, maybe this makes up for my procrastination
The whizz of a snowball blurs crystal white from the corner of your eye as your feet crunch across the gravelled road, the breeze of melting ice from the summer heat just misses you, and for a second you think- he’s going to hit you for real
You can hear the barrelling of shoes behind you, and you know he’s advancing. He makes it really obvious when he tries to send an outstretched hand towards you, attempting to trip you, you laugh maniacally as you slip past wavering fingers.
“You gotta be a lot faster than that Rogers!” You howl it into the wind as it takes it, and the grunts of running are heard behind you as you slip through the alleyway into the trail that leads to the pine forest on the edge of town.
“C'mon, that’s not fair!” Steve shouts after you, turning your head you catch his staggering frame, hands pressed into his knees as he bends over, huffing and puffing as if the world didn’t have enough air to fill his lungs.
Just like Business
Steve rogers mafia!au
summary: with the fate of the underworld on your shoulders, your attempt to keep a low profile fails and instead, you make a deal with the king of Brooklyn himself.
warnings: violence, regular smugular mob talk, mentions of domestic violence
a/n: sorry it took so long for chapter 3 to come out, school has been up my ass lately and I lost half my draft. (I’ve also changed Diore’s name to Clementine because I’m playing twd)
The taste of stale wood catches on your tongue as you nervously chew on the end of your pencil, the Diner is slow today, and you’ve found yourself in the corner of the kitchen, tenuous forms spread out in front of you. The slowed trickle of patrons coming through the familiar jingle of the doors gave you enough time to fill those papers out before the seats do.
Knees to your chest, you ponder over what to write on the clearly dotted line named “Next Of Kin”. You watch as a man dribbles coffee down his white shirt, failing to catch the drops with a damp napkin as your mind remains a blank deserted canvas. Truth be told you didn’t have anyone you could call in an emergency, it was a bitter pill to swallow, even more so than the pencil between your teeth.
All of you
mafia!au
summary; you didn’t mean to get them that angry, or get one of their men killed, but they’ll let you blame it on your insatiablity anyway.
warnings; smut, piv, asphyxiation, degradation, over stimulation, steve gets really rough, pet names, dumbification, mean steve, steve and bucky even being together in the same room, violence and mentions of death
a/n; I didn’t want to post part 1 without posting part 2. That’s it. Bucky and especially Steve are a little deranged in this, heed the warnings, please. Your media is your consumption, you have been warned!
It takes a while, takes you putting on one of Bucky’s favourite vinyls, twirling around in this useless big chair until your head was spinning before Ferguson showed up for his court-appointed presence.
You begin your silent seduction, like prey to a predator, you drop the bait and count on the man to be dumb enough to take it. And boy does he lead himself into it all on his own.
You compliment his stature, gush over his muscles, and beg him to flex them, all while you fiend innocence. As if this man ever would compare to your boys.
You hear the rev of an engine nearby, the sound of it so familiar to you that it fills you with warmth. They were home, or at least on the gravel road that lead to it.
You realised you had to amp it up if you wanted not only Bucky, but Steve, to be mad, really mad, not just the forgery they’d act with you, they had to believe this man truly thought he had a chance with you.
You slowly unbutton the back of your top, letting it hang loosely to display the red ink that trailed down your spine. You waited for the French doors to open, hearing the familiar footsteps run up the stairs and for a moment a feeling of guilt washed over you, they wanted to see you, and here you were playing mind games.
The flutter of the white curtains streaming in the moonlight reminds you however of the endless nights you’d stare through those same window panes, waiting, wishing your boys were home if not safe.
This was simply karmic justice.
Bourbon Decision’s
Steve Rogers mafia!au
summary: In light of your reappearance in New York, Steve makes a decision that begins the road to the relationship between you both. And you, begin to remember some familiar faces.
warnings; mentions of death, murder, angst and violence
a/n: so, this chapter gave us a little bit of a back story on how the reader ends ups in Brooklyn, and who her husband truly is. Your girl is a fighter! More parts coming soon…
The cursive lettering burns a hole through your chest, the edges cracked and plastered as you shove accusation down into your pocket. It almost feels poisonous, like simply touching it will make him come around the corner, reminding you that you would never be alone, that you were never going to escape him.
You’re able to hide your shaking hands from Caroline, who takes your silence as simple exhaustion, you fill ill, the bile rises from your throat and you pinch your arm to stop yourself from gagging.
You’re able to conceal your emotions well, your entire life and marriage has been holding up a mask, it was a dance that was all you knew, and all you would ever thank him for.
“You alright there sugar” Caroline looks towards you, eyes filled with concern and she takes notice of your wobbly legs. She reaches with a hand to steady you, but you ignore it, holding onto the granite counter, forcing your downturn eyes to look up at Caroline, you straighten your back.
“Yep, fine, I just need to use the restroom” You reply catatonically, a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes has Caroline looking at you even more strangely.
You turn down the hall, passing David, his auburn black bun bopping to the tunes chirping out of a beaten-up purple stereo he gaggled a 17-year-old in exchange for a pack of Marlboros.
The smells of bacon grease and butter that causes the insatiable monster taking camp in your stomach to growl now has you running into the staff bathroom, the door slamming behind you as you dry heave the entire contents of your breakfast.
Lemon meringues
steve rogers mafia!au
summary: your escape to Brooklyn was harboured by secrets and a harrowed past, left abused and betrayed, you accepted your destiny of being swallowed by the crowd. Until the King of New York showed up in front of you and wanted a piece of you for himself.
a/n: this is the first instalment of a series, I honestly don’t know how long it will be, but ill try to update every week!
Your hand reaches to grab the disregarded ceramic mugs perched at the middle of the wooden table, deep mahogany coffee stains the edges of the porcelain mugs and the crumbs of David’s famous croissant litter the table.
“All done here?” You smile, your arm balancing a plate of waffles and toast, you hope to god that they’ll just leave you be, your shift has just begun and the way your back ached had you wishing you’d crawled back under the covers, angry landlord and manager be damned.
The faces of the men that sat nodded, eyes not leaving each other as if you weren’t even there. Each of them had the same scruffy 7-day stubble as if they had all collectively chosen to throw out their razors. Trucker caps fitted tightly and flannel shirts peeked through large navy jackets buttoned tight against the harsh July cold. The weather here could get brutal, you’d learned that your first winter with frozen pipes and a heater that spoke only puffs of grey smoke.
They show no action of gratitude, but they don’t unnecessarily incapacitate you either, exactly how you like it. Nodding you make your rounds to the other tables, wiping down any remnants of spilt drinks and crumbs from the diner tables and booths. It labourers work, but it’s still work. And you don’t know what would happen if you lost that measly laughable income you earned from waitressing.
As long as you were far and between from him, you kept reminding yourself, every chime of the diner door opening had your hairs bristling and your stomach in twists, he’d never find you here, he couldn’t, you’d made sure of it. Hell, you’d erased your entire life, left it all behind, he couldn’t hurt you now. At least that’s what you told yourself.
The white-hot fear still slips down your spine whenever you see a familiar shirt he’d wear though, or a voice that sounded like him when he was mad, or the sound of boots behind you, or- god you’d be in therapy if it didn’t cost you a limb.
Between the things lost and gained
mafia!steve x drabble
“you’re taken, you’re saved; what happens after?”
summary; the moments after you are finally saved from the daylight kidnapping, your mafia husband finally shows the lengths he will go to find you.
warnings; small mentions of violence, scared reader, possessive/rogue steve, mafia!steve, mafia au, talks of mob activities, smut, fluff, angst, overstimulation, face riding, rough sex, etc
authors notes; this isn’t that long, was particularly bored on a thursday night so I did a little drabble? headcanon? mini fic? you’re married to the biggest mob boss in New York and you’re kidnapped; what more needs to be said? ;)
part one <<<<
The second you had been safely transported from whatever dingy warehouse your captors had kept you in, into the safe haven of the brownstone you had grown to adore, it was only then you saw the true terror of Steve’s rage.
He hadn’t even waited for the in-house physician to give you the all clear from the measly bruises they had tried to inflict on you before he wrapped those wide hands of his around your waist and practically scooped you into his chest, taking the steps by threes in an effort to get you to the once place he wanted.