#mobau

[eow-kali]

ギャングスタAUゼルダ/mob AU Zelda

I had fun doing this, by the way when I draw I stream on twitch やってて楽しかったです、ちなみに絵を描くときはtwitchで配信しています

[kuberish]

A face everyone loves to punch

I don't know why I never shared this doodle. MobAU is always fun because I can draw my characters just being normal-sized

[sunflowersteves]

bloody & bruised || subway fiasco

Mob!Bucky Barnes x Boxer!Reader

𝒄𝒉. 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: You meet an entitled asshole on the subway before training. After training, Shuri asks you to go get drinks with her. What happens when that same entitled asshole owns the bar?

Author’s Note: So, this series is completely new and improved. I decided to start completely fresh and recreate it. I hope you all enjoy, I’m happier with this series!

Warnings: swearing, asshole!bucky

series m.list // m.list

You entered the Metropolitan Correctional Center in lower Manhattan. You signed in, noticing the girl at the front desk popping her gum annoyingly loud. She never spared you a look as she spoke, “visitor?” You replied which then she continued to not give a fuck about your presence and hit the button that opened the gate. You greeted the guard and put your personal belongings in a tub and proceeded into the hall with the rest of the visitors, waiting to see an inmate. 

You tapped your heels gently on the concrete floor. Fuck, could this take any longer? The loud buzz of the doors that contained the inmates flooded into your ear and made you jump. 

“Line up, boys!” The guards yelled at the inmates to walk through the hallway door. Bucky’s hard glare settled onto his face before his eyes landed on your figure. A playful stare rolled over towards your face, that devious look was always hooded between his eyes. 

Your fiancée looked good, prison had done well on him with his newly cut hair and subtle that was growing longer.

You both pick up the phone, your garnet-colored chipped nails partially scraping against the phone. His eyes flickered to your bloody knuckles, they were thumping hard against your skin. You watched his lips curve into that luscious grin.

“Hey, baby girl.”

                | 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫 |                                                                 

You were running through crowds, pushing others trying to get to the subway.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, move asshole!”

You were totally and royally fucked at the moment. Your mind could only seize panic at the idea of being late and facing Carol’s wrath. You had been training with her for five months and the rumors were very much true, she was a tough lady. Carol Danvers, was a famous boxer that allowed you to be mentored by her. 

She saw you one night, walking underneath the stars and bright skyscrapers when a couple of men had paraded you. She almost stepped in until she saw you give three uppercuts and two kick to the balls. Her eyebrow only raised in interest before she asked you if you wanted to be mentored, to be better than you already are. Of course, you recognized her, even the newbies to boxing recognized her so you immediately agreed.

However, today just wasn’t your day. You spilled coffee all over your white shirt, you were held up at work having to do extra paperwork and now you’re going to be late for training. 

Normally, she’d praise you for always being on time and punctual but not today. She would probably yell at you to run a couple of miles more. You ran down the stairs and quickly swiped your metro card, pushing the gate. You were full-on running now, the subway train was already here and about to close.

You were just barely able to make it, a huff escaping your lungs as the doors slammed immediately behind you. You looked at your watch, 8:23 pm it read, your eyes widened and you muttered a light “shit.” 

There was hardly anyone on the subway, which was kind of weird considering that it was only eight. You peered over towards the cart next to you and saw that it was full, people were packed right next to each other. Your eyebrows furrowed and you turned towards the right, noticing a group of people stare at you.

Your eyes flicker towards a brunette, a sly smirk was fitted on his face. He had two women sitting right next to him, they were practically on his lap. They giggled at anything he said and stared at him with bright stary eyes. A sigh escaped your lips, you felt bad for them honestly. You’ve been there as well, craving attention and wanting anything materialistic. You knew there was nothing wrong with that, however, it can become pretty toxic sometimes.

“Wanna join us doll?”

Your eyes rolled over his form, he had an expensive tailored black suit. It was paired with expensive Versace sunglasses that sat right on his fluffy brown hair. It was like his cherry lips were suck in a smirk, cockiness just radiated off of him. He was pretty attractive, you weren’t going to lie but he wasn’t anything impressive as far as his attitude and demeanor. 

You could guess he was a misogynistic prick, thinking that women were just his plaything and money could buy them. You maintained a mundane expression as your eyes lifted to meet his. You could see his jaw was clenched at your bored expression, but it was true. This man was just another dude being called a lady killer while the girls around him were called sluts. 

“No.” 

His eyes widened in surprise, no one had ever denied him before. He got everything he wanted; women, money, territory, and nice things. Even his most trusted friends around him had never denied the things that he asked for. Not to mention his lackeys were always drenched in fear so he got anything he wanted.

He looked over to see Steve holding an amused and surprised expression. So did Natasha and Sam, amusement clouded over their eyes. The girls beside him gasped at your answer and his hands squeezed their thighs.

“You don’t know who I am, do you?” That stupid smirk had clicked back onto his face as he continued to stare at you. His eyes traveled down from your eyes onto your form. You were wearing your favorite pair of matching Nike’s leggings and sports bra. For boxing, it was a common rule to wear nothing baggy. 

“No, but I don’t care either.” Your voice remained monotone and your face screamed boredom. You clicked your tongue and went back to scrolling on your phone, hoping he’d just leave you alone. How long will this subway ride take?

A sudden surge of anger filled his stomach at your still bored expression. Who were you talking to the biggest and baddest of New York City like that? You were just some girl, a nobody. Bucky, however, was everything and on top of the world. He had money, could get any girl he wanted, had the most expensive house in Brooklyn, and covered the most crime in the city. He was not just going to let you dismiss the Bucky Barnes like that.

His eyes wandered towards you again. He followed the placement of your nose, your beautiful cheekbones, and pink glossed lips. You are very attractive and Bucky is definitely not hiding his stare despite the two women around him.

“You from around here, doll?” There was a short pause before you answered. You were honestly getting pretty tired of this dude talking to you on an already shit day.

“Do you like prying into stranger’s lives?” Steve and Natasha snickered in front of him, their arms holding onto the railings above them. He just figured you had gotten into a fight of some sort, intrigue hitting him like a brick. 

“Jus’ the pretty ones.” You had to stop yourself from giving him a giant eye roll. You also really wanted to slap that smirk off of his face, it was infuriating. Just because he’s some hotshot doesn’t make it an excuse to be a dick. He was a giant cliche; the big successful man that has a parade of women around him, tattoos, expensive attire, and he probably has a fancy house. It was honestly sickening.

You looked over to see his jaw clenched, his stare was hard and a bit frightening. You didn’t want to be in deep shit with whoever this dude was, he seemed like his lawyers could tear you apart. So, you let your walls down just for a teensy itty bitty second.

“No. I’m from Morris Heights.” His eyebrows shot up, he wondered why you moved to Brooklyn which was on the other side of the city. 

“Bronx, huh?” You just nodded, turning your attention back on your phone. You look up to see signs that signify that this was your stop, especially since the voice on the subway was always inaudible. 

“It’s been a pleasure, doll.” You get up and make your way in front of the door, completely ignoring his sentence. You turn around just before the doors open, looking from the bodyguards, to the women, and then back onto him.

“See you around, prick.”

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You rush into the gym doors, barely making it past 8:40 on the dot. Great, you were ten minutes late. You dropped your gym bag on the floor, emptying fast breaths from running for so long. You look up to see the only trainee in the room to be Shuri. You noticed she was tinkering on one of the machines. She always had a knack for wanting to improve every single gadget or machine that came before her presence. 

You see Carol waking up to you with a scowl and you knew it was for being late. She patted you on the back as you gulped. “Go run an extra mile, kid.” You raised your eyebrows at the less harsh punishment than expected. You assumed she’d give you five extra miles or something even worse.

“Don’t make me give you two extra miles.” Shuri snorts at the comment which makes you send a playful glare in her direction. You walk out the doors again and start jogging around the block.

You couldn’t help but think about the guy on the subway. It was quite strange to see a whole entire cart was empty just for him and his friends. The other carts were full, sardine-packed is what it looked like. Not to mention his annoying cockiness, what the fuck was up with that?

He was so pretentious like he could do anything to anyone and get away with it. It’s like he’s some trust fund dick who thinks that the world revolves around him. 

Sweat started to drop down your forehead and you realized that you’ve run enough miles. You push open the doors to the gym, going back inside. You see Shuri still tinkering and Carol was in her office with a phone call.

You walk over to the table in the corner and grab the white bands. You start wrapping them around your knuckles and walk over to one of the many punching bags. You started to make small punches at the bags, watching as it swung back and forth from your force.

Shuri then turns to you, looking over at you with excitement. “Hey, tomorrow Wanda, Gamora, and I going to this new bar in Crown Heights want to come?”

“Of course. I could use some fun.” Shuri brightens her smile and continues to go back to figuring out the things in front of her.

You looked down at the newspaper that sat next to her and some parts of a machine. She was required to set newspapers down because of an incident where oil was spilled all over the gym. Needless to say, Carol wasn’t happy and Shuri couldn’t use any of the machines for a month.

You couldn’t help but just stare at the caption, this one was from today. Curiosity always gets the best of you.

MOB BOSS JAMES BARNES RIDES THE SUBWAY, WHAT COULD THAT MEAN FOR THE CRIME IN THE CITY?

Then attached was a small picture underneath the headline. Your eyes widened and you felt like the air had just been shot out of you. You grab the newspaper and get a better stare, just making sure. You had to make sure.

You see the little picture even better. There was the man that was on the subway. He was smoking a cigarette, the smoke coming out of his mouth. His sleeves were rolled up which showed the plethora of tattoos that were scattered across his skin. Next to him were two women, giving him neck kisses.

Great, the person you called a dick was the biggest mob boss in the tristate area. 

You were so fucked.

~~

Permanent Taglist: @hailmary-yramliah @kitkatd7 @captainchrisstan @angstysebfan​

chapter two

[fuckupsoverhere]

Should Have Guessed {Chapter Four}

Sequel to Little Did I Know. Everyone wants to escape from their life, the mundane and the ordinary. That happened to (y/n) when a mob boss became infatuated with her and wants to get involved in her life, turning everything that she has ever known upside down.

Turning to Tom Holland, the mob boss, for safety did not work out. Will (y/n) go back or will she attempt to look after not only herself, but their unborn child.

Word Count: 951

Warnings: Swearing, mentions drugs, blood.

AN: I’m back and I hope that this lives up to the wait.

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Little Did I Know Master List | Should Have Known Master List | All Works

I have never been so stressed in my life. Nothing compares to the horrors and fear that something like this.

 Who would have known that planning a sixth birthday party would be so crazy? Especially when the birthday boy did not want to but his pants on and was just running around in his underwear.

“Tom!” I shouted and he came into the room. I looked at him with the saddest face possible and handed him the pants without any words.

“If I do this, then you need to get Tilly ready.”

“Deal!” I told him, “She doesn’t want to take her clothes off all the time… yet.”

“Key word there is yet.”

“Don’t remind me” I laughed as I left Theo’s room.

I poked my head around the corner into Tilly’s room, but I could not see her. As I started walking further around the corner, I could see Sam running around.

“Samantha,” I called to get his attention and he looked at me like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, “you wouldn’t be chance know where my daughter is, would you?”

At that I heard a little giggle come from inside the room and Sam told me no, with a massive smile on his face. I rolled my eyes and shouted out “Guess no party for her then!”

“MUMMY!” I heard Tilly scream as she came running out of her hiding spot, fake crying.

Laughing, I shook my head at the pair of them before picking the little girl up and took her to her room to get ready for the party.

 The party seemed to go without any hiccups, so far. Theo invited some of his friends from school over for his birthday, so for security, we had decided to rent a house for the weekend. It was just safer for everyone. As we appeared to be a regular family who seemed to be a little over the top when it came to security, people assumed that we were related to someone important. You know, rather than being a part of the mob.

There was a massive bouncy castle; teacups ride; a ball pit; a miniature petting zoo; and the biggest table ever filled to the brim with food. Looking around, I thought about everything that we had gone through to get here. It was not easy, but it was definitely worth it. Two children, Six years, and a hell of a lot trouble, but I wouldn’t change a single second of it.

Tom came up behind me and pulled me into a hug before whispering in my ear, “Your son took his trousers off again.”

“Can you not come up to me ONE TIME and tell me something nice?” I asked pretending to be angry at him.

“You can’t even tell Theo off, it’s his birthday. If he wants to be free, let him, I say”

“No. We have guests. Go put his trousers on him!”

As Tom walked off, I noticed one of our guards walking towards me with an expression that I did not like at all. He whispered in my ear that we had a problem. But we were prepared for this. Everyone knew that if a situation like this was to occur then we do not react, we couldn’t possibly worry the children. I followed the guard into the house and down into the basement.

“It’s through there.” He told me before turning back around and resuming his post.

 I knew what to expect when I opened the door, but it was still a surprise. Tom warned me that something like this could happen since we tried so hard to act like a regular family. I told him that I would be careful. More importantly, I told him that if it happened then I would take care of it.

Walking into the room only made everything even more real. Outside, it was all ‘what ifs’ and ‘maybes’, but now, now I was face to face with the rat. She looked scared. She looked so afraid of what was about to happen to her, and I loved it. There was a single cut on her forehead which I assumed was from her being knocked out before being tied up in the room she was now being held prisoner. Looking at it made me smile and I could not wait.

“You have one chance. Only one chance.” I whispered in her ear, “You are going to die, so it doesn’t matter to you. But, it matters what happens to your family.” A single tear slid down her check and I took out her gag.

“I’m not tell you shit!” She shouted.

“Shame. And to think, I liked your husband. He’s always been so nice. Oh, and little Charlie gets on so well with Theo. I would hate to make her an orphan. I mean, how would poor Charlie cope wi…”

“OKAY!” She interrupted me and I knew that she was putty.

“So, Amy, who do you work for?”

“The FBI. They know that I’m here. They’re expecting an update from me after the party. If I don’t turn up, then you’ll be arrested.”

“But, how could they arrest me when I had nothing to do with it. You’re just a junkie who needed another dose, after already drinking too much, and recked her car. I can’t believe that I let someone like you near my son and daughter. And poor, Sean and Charlie. Life insurance doesn’t pay out for druggies. And all the gambling debt that you’ve accumulated, it’ll kill them.”

“You’re a monster.”

“No. I’m a mother. And I will kill whoever put my babies in the way of harm.”

 Tag List:

@ragweed98​ // @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming​ // @jackiehollanderr​ // @ladythena​ // @cyrusandhiscollaredahirts​

[incorrectborhapmobau]

The Pantheon Of Olympus

So

Olympus has more gods and goddesses than just Athena, Eris, Hera, Atlas, and Hestia

@mobauvodkaaunt and I have talked about it in length of how if the underlings wanted to earn a name and join the Pantheon, they go under extreme training.

They have to learn the Labyrinth, which is a maze of doors and halls beneath the building.

The Labyrinth is taxing and most dangerous since it is easy to get lost if you don't know the secrets and is the final trial.

(Athena holds the best time for completing it.)

Not many names are taken, only a handful or so.

We have Hermes, who is Athena's best friend.

He is face cast as Henry Cavill.

He is in charge of the spies of Olympus. He calls them his little birds. Most of the underlings trained beneath him are skilled in stealth and slight of hand.

He's the one who helped Athena with her training when she began her Ascension.

Aphrodite is next.

She has learned the art of espionage and uses it like a whip against the enemies of Olympus.

Her underlings are mostly female so that she can teach them the ways of seductions.

Eros is the information broker.

He gathers any and all information of everything that happens in the city to catalog it into files if any of it came up again.

His underlings are few, but they are highly intelligent.

War becomes a Honorary God taking the name Ares.

He earns this as he and Olympus fight against and burn the Rings that have haunted him his entire life.

In the later years of Olympus, Athena's children earn their names.

Her son and daughter taking the names Apollo and Artemis for themselves.

And much to his chagrin, the daughter of Conquest becomes Adrestia.

She easily makes it through the Labyrinth, but has the longest time since she took a notebook to document which rooms were which and what they were used for.

(Atlas has a slight fear of her, but is thoroughly impressed.)

@deakydeakydeaky @lydsmobau @persephone-mobau @mobaufashion @briarrose26 @artemisiaarm @min3tta

[megsironthrone]

The Trouble With Mob Bosses (A Sandor Clegane Mob AU) (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/4a0sawiR94 Sandor should have known better. He should have known what would happen. But he couldn’t help himself when it came to you. Every single thing about you was like a drug to him. It didn’t matter that he was lower in the mob hierarchy. It didn’t matter that it could be the end of the world if the two of you got caught. And it certainly didn’t matter than you were his brother’s wife. The only thing that mattered was you. When you were practically given to Gregor as a wife, it was to keep your family financially stable. However, everyone knew Gregor’s temper and you would soon become his favorite way to vent that temper. But things definitely take a turn for the better when you get close to Gregor’s brother. You and Sandor begin an affair that would turn your entire world on its axis. No one could predict what would happen to the both of you. This is a Modern/Mob AU! It is based off a one-shot I wrote with the same title! I was asked if I would consider making it into a full story and ideas went crazy for it XD. I do not own Sandor or any other Game of Thrones characters that may or may not appear in this story. They belong to George R.R.Martin! I do however, own my cover AND the original one-shot this is based off of so please do not steal them (that includes reposting without permission. I’ve already had this happen with some of my one-shots and I was not happy.) You belong to you! This story will contain Mob-esque type violence and activities. There will be mentions of abuse though nothing graphic (this is Gregor we’re talking about here), implied sexy times, steam, violence, blood and death, cheating(which I do NOT condone.) This story will have a lot of angst, but there will be some fluffy times as well. Of course swearing, but nothing to warrant a mature rating. THIS IS NOT A SLOW BURN!

[shaihime]

Happy last day of inktober! Here’s @panoramicpancake s OC Tala.

Why so little inktober this year you ask? I miiiiight be prepping a store launch 👀💀

[mightyfineblog]

I’m stirring something spicy lately. To countdown the time to posting my new fic, I will be posting a flashcard with each of the character’s description, mission and more.

A little hint:

Mob!CriminalGang!AU of our favourite Rami, Joe, Ben and Gwilym. 

Keep those guns polished, because you’re in for action, angst and smokin hot smut  😏

Welcome to the Mafia.