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I love Mob! Tom too much. and I would like to see Reader and Tom as a couple but Tom doesn't know anything about Reader's past because she has lost her memory. and as they are a couple, Reader is Tom's weak point so his enemies try to capture her but she has reflexes to defend herself from before she loses her memory because she was a contract killer, if that's ok with you
at peace
a/n: this was hella darker than i planned, as well as longer... so i didn’t make this fluffy at all, it’s just straight up angst, heavy angst,,, also i wrote this at like 2-4 am so sorry if it gets kind of confusing, i’ll reread it tomorrow... enjoy xx
warnings: heavy angst, wiped memory, major character death, sacrifice
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You walked into the dark room, senses heightened. A pulsing ringed in your ears as you looked around.
“Hello?” You said, hand gripping on your gun. The sound of someone running didn’t go by you. You snapped your head in the direction it came from. “Who’s there?” Your gun was out of its holster, pointing into the darkness. “Show yourself.”
A figure tried to grab you but you easily dodged their attempt. You punched your target in the gut, causing them to keel over. In their vulnerability, you grabbed their arm and twisted it behind their back. They groaned in pain as you dug your gun into their temple.
“Who do you work for? What was your plan?” You asked, adding more pressure on the gun with each question.
The man grunted and struggled in your grip. He didn’t reply, only kept yelping and mumbling “bitch” or “motherfucker.”
“Answer me!”
“This is our plan,” a deep voice roared behind you.
Then, everything went black.
You shot up in the bed, breath heaving. Sweat was dripping down your forehead. You looked around, but you were still in Tom’s room, snuggled in the blankets of his bed. The space beside you was empty but a dent lingered on the mattress where Tom slept. He had already gone to his office, like always.
What was that dream you just had? Why was it so familiar? And why did it feel so real?
You shrugged off the dream, knowing it couldn’t’ve been real. You haven’t the skill to fight that you had whilst attacking the stranger. You assumed it came from dating Tom and watching action movies.
You walked out of the mobster’s mansion, into the garden in the backyard. You walked through the vibrant flowers, feeding them with freshwater you’d gotten from the kitchen. Birds chirped happily around you, singing you a welcoming morning song. They’d practically became your friends. You felt like Cinderella, excluding all the labor and step family, whenever you came to the garden.
You’ve had nothing to do since Tom restricted you from leaving the property. He’d told you someone was coming for you, saying that you were his biggest weakness. He even told you to cut off all communications with friends and family, keeping them off the radar. You couldn’t refuse, besides, you wouldn’t try to anyways.
You skipped and twirled on the dirt trail, humming a quiet tune. You basked in the sunlight and the butterflies fluttered around you. You were nearing the mansion once more. The butterflies and birds had gone away, leaving you in solitude.
There was silence. It was a familiar silence. Your senses heightened. You could feel that something was off. A deep voice softly spoke to another from behind you. You knew that voice from somewhere, you’ve heard it before. You gripped your metal watering can. Something about your grip felt routine.
You heard the grass rustle and you moved ahead. You knew that if you were closer to the house, you’d be able to get help faster.
Help. Where did all the mobster’s men go? You were the only one outside. There was definitely something wrong.
You felt the warmth a someone’s hand hovering over your shoulder. You gripped it, kicking them in the gut. You turned to see a tall man. Even bent over, he was still taller than you. A wave of fear washed over you, telling you to run but your body moved on its own. You continued to punch the man on the side of his head, hitting a specific point to knock him out. The sound of his head slamming onto the ground didn’t faze you as you prepared to attack the larger, scruffier looking man.
“A failure. Even with your memory wiped he can’t beat you,” the familiar voice said, appearing from the shadows.
The ringing of a gunshot filled your ears. You didn’t flinch or wince. You were still. Something took over you. Memories started flooding back into your mind, one by one. There were images of life before your memory had been taken. Everything fit together perfectly now. You hadn’t met Tom in a coffee shop. He saved you. He saved you from this man standing ahead of you now.
“What do you want from me?” You growled.
“Isn’t it obvious? I want you. More precisely, I want to kill you,” he said, pointing the gun at you.
“Was I hired to kill someone that you knew?”
“No, buttercup. You are precious. At least Mr. Tommy thinks you are,” he grinned at you sickly.
“But you wiped my memory before I even knew him,” you stated.
“I didn’t, but he did.”
“What?” You were confused. How did Tom know you before he saved you?
“He watched you everyday for every hour. He found your work inspiring and motivating. Let’s just say he fancied you from the very beginning.”
Without a word, you dashed towards the man, attacking him at every angle. He was able to predict every move and was left completely unharmed when you pulled away.
“Don’t just stand there! Fight back,” you shouted, furious.
He raised his gun, pointing it straight at you. This wasn’t anything new for you. You were trained for these situations.
Building up speed, you ran towards him, swerving so that he couldn’t shoot you. You jumped, climbing to his neck. Your legs wrapped around his neck and elbow knocked his head. He visibly loosened his grip on the gun, and you pounced at the opportunity.
You stood ahead of the man, safety off, finger ready to pull the trigger.
“I will do it,” you said, a fire burning in your eyes. “You took my memory, my passion away from me. I’m going to avenge myself,” you seethed. He fidgeted, “Hands where I can see them.” His hands shot right up. “I could kill you right now; take back what everything I’ve missed. This can be practice before I go back to the field.”
“Darling?” Your boyfriend’s voice penetrated your glowing red ears.
You didn’t reply. You were radiating with anger and hatred. You felt powerful, though. The fate of this man’s life was in your hands.
“Y/N/N,” Tom placed a hand on your shoulder, “I can do this.”
You shrugged off his hand, only seeing red. Your breathes were deeper, heaving your chest up and down. Your teeth grinding, you were itching to pull the trigger.
“You deserve to suffer,” you cackled.
The man’s expression was practically begging for you to let him go or make his death fast and painless.
“Y/N,” Tom spoke up again.
“No! He’s mine to get rid of,” you snapped.
“We need to interrogate him. He’ll give us the answers we need,” the mobster tried.
“What questions? All of them are answered. Aren’t they, Tom?” Your gaze switched to the brunette. “Or are you hiding something from me? Something important?”
The mobster’s men took the burly man captive, leaving you and Tom to sort out your business.
“What d’you mean hiding something from you? I told you the truth about everything.”
“I don’t remember meeting you at a coffee shop,” you glared at him.
“What? Of course we did. How else would I’ve met you? Your memory can’t be trusted, darling. You were wiped, remember?” A stern look rested on his face.
“Oh, how could I forget? But not to worry, it’s back now,” you sneered, “You stalked me?”
“Stalked isn’t the word I’d use, more so observed and protected,” he stated.
You laughed darkly, “I don’t need protecting. I’m a contracted killer, Tom. Get that in your head. Besides, you did a shit job of protecting me, or maybe this was your plan all along. You wanted to take me as your own, so you wiped my memory and told me we were in love.”
“I would never do that, darling. That’s completely absurd,” his brows furrowed, “now please, let’s go back home. We need to pay even closer attention to any intruders.”
You pointed the gun at him, “No. I don’t need your protection. Not anymore, at least.”
“I’d put that down if I were you,” he finally realized you weren’t the same old you anymore; he’d have to put up a fight no matter what.
“What are you gonna do? Shoot me,” you said innocently. You snorted, “Doubt it.”
“I will do it,” he said darkly, the love in his eyes gone.
“Who goes first?” You asked childishly. Before he could reply, you pipped, “Oh, I’ll do it.”
The loud banging of a gunshot rang louder than normal. Time seemed to slow. The birds chirped in a sad tune while the butterflies lined on the branches of your favorite tree. You smiled at them. They replied by gently flapping their wings. You reveled in the sense of peace. You laughed and laughed, remembering your shot, a feeling of victory coursing through your veins.
“Y/N, love!” Tom rushed to your side, clutching your body before it hit the ground. “You’ve gotta stay with me. Fuck, there’s too much blood.”
You smiled lazily at the boy, dropping the gun to the ground. You felt the blood warming your body. Your vision became hazier and everything around you seemed so serene.
“It’s alright, Tommy, no more weaknesses now,” you managed to whisper.
You were numb with love. Everything good in your life rushed into your mind. You felt lighter. Finally, you were freed from your everlasting torture. No one to kill, to run from, to weaken. The birds chirped their welcoming morning song, leading you into the whiteness. You silently thank them, eyes starting to flutter shut.
“I-I lo-love yo--”
Warm. Cold. Peace. Anger. Content. Sad. Two different worlds, two different emotional states. Maybe sacrifice is for the better.
Coming in 2023
Characters belong to Softs_hell
got on the bus happened to see someone's phone screen they are making a note in their scripture app and it is titled "if I were a mobster"
Every day when I time travel back to the 1930s I get to see Tommy the worlds largest crab! We always exchange a smile and a tip of our hats, I've never spoke to him but I feel like we've got each others backs.
MOBSTER AU!
Hey, another Ducktales AU!
This one is a bit different, I'll admit. But dang I love myself some mob au's. They aren't my cup of tea but I wish they were! We'll just be stereotypical I guess.
So, let's first get the cast set up.
Scrooge McDuck, the boss of the operation.
Scrooge is the riches crimelord the world has ever known and prefers to keep it that way. He's even more egotistical, more greedy, and sharper than ever. He trusts no one but knows he can't run the world alone. So logical he started an empire early in his career and chose his heirs.
Donald Duck, the heir of the family.
Donald was born into being the heir of the clan. He thought they chose wrong because of his bad luck and getting his sister "killed". So when he was old enough to take over he ran away with his sisters babies. He raised them alone for a good ten years until an unfortunate "accident" happened and he had no choice but to go back to Scrooge, bringing the kids with him.
Bettina Beakley, Scrooge's right hand woman.
Beakley is who Scrooge trusts the most out of his whole criminal empire. She tells him everything that's going on and the important news of the world. She acts as his maid, making all the less noticeable that she's Scrooge's deadliest henchman. Best try not to get on her bad side.
Launchpad McQuack, the personal chauffer for Scrooge and his family.
Launchpad originally only asked for the job thinking it was an innocent summer job that normal people had. Nope. He got roped into some dangerous adventures and surprisingly loved the thrill. He asked to stay on the team and Scrooge said he wouldn't have it any other way. Now he's one of the most loyal members of Clan McDuck.
Webby Vanderquack, the innocent.
Despite the name, she's not innocent. Being the granddaughter of Mrs. Beakley, she knew more than a few tricks. She was sent in for spy missions or to steal anything without being caught. She was Scrooge's own personal ninja, and because she was only allowed on the manor grounds outside of work, she didn't think anything else mattered. Scrooge McDuck came first and everything else came last.
Huey, the second in line.
Huey, being the oldest of the triplets, was the caretaker when Uncle Donald was trying to keep food on the table. He did most of the chores and read none stop. He is extremely intelligent but lacks the ability to understand much outside of books. When he meets Scrooge he's the one Scrooge would want the most to be a henchman for himself.
Dewey, the popular one.
Dewey is always out on the town, talking to whoever catches his eye and trying to be the next biggest thing. He loves the thrill of adventure, and the pumping of adrenaline excites him. He's the most athletic of the brothers and surprisingly the most musically gifted. He loves attention and will stop at nothing to get it, even if he sometimes plays the bad guy. He's the one Scrooge is the least concerned about when they meet.
Louie, the insider.
It scares Donald how alike Louis and Scrooge are. There are a few differences though, one being that Louie has a heart and cares for his family. Louie can see patters and predict most things a mile away. He can come off as manipulating but he tries to use his natural charisma to help others out of a slump. He's the best actor of the three brothers and the most trusting. He thinks it's his duty to change the world and help everyone he can. When him and Scrooge meet, well, let's just say Scrooge is a little terrified of being replaced.
That's all the main ones! I wanted to turn everyone to their extremes and decided to change, for lack of a better example, their alignment. I wanted each character to seem like the same character in a different world. Louie is still cunning and charming, Scrooge and Huey are still smart and obsessive, and Donald is still and angry dad. I just turned specific traits up a few notches.
I was thinking that it would be set around the great depression and the family would run a casino ring (if that's even the right term). Scrooge wouldn't be as old as he canonically is, being at a more realistic age of aroud maybe sixty or something. There are loads of other characters that I can expand on that would be part of this. I haven't even touched the side characters yet. Now this is supposed to be closer to a swap!au rather than the normal Ducktales, so be prepared for usual villains to become like police officers or some crap.
Well anyways, I hope you have a good day and enjoy my au. More ideas to come!
Some sketches of my take on moxxie’s mama cuz I wouldn’t be a true fan if I didn’t have my own stupid version on the show lol. idk, it felt like a missed opportunity to just make her another nice dead mom, I’d be cooler if she was alive and evil with crim❤️