#prohibition!au

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Prohibition!AU for the wonderful @rakiah

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Summary: Prohibition!AU - Trevor plays the piano.

Prompt: What does Trevor think of Rafael’s eyes

Tagging: @me-ladie

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Let's run away pt 2

Tom Holland x Reader mob!au

Warning: language, alcohol, threats

Word count: 1458

Part: 2/?

Summary: In the 1920s, during the height of prohibition, in New York City, Tom holland, an unknown from London, tries to make his way around the New York crime world with his lover Y/n. When he owes an influential crime family money he'll do anything to pay them back. Is it too much?

Author note: this is historically inaccurate. Giggle water is weak alcohol and white lightning is homemade liquor.

I'll be "casting" actors to play other characters and introducing them as they come. This is no way based on them in reality. Johnny is based on Taron Egerton.

The next day you were running late. Tom forgot to wake you as he left and you had to run out the door still tying your apron on. Tom's warning was forgotten until you were already on the subway. You had forgotten the little revolver he had bought you at your last birthday. It was the first time you were threatened. Tom had shot the guy in the middle of the street the next day. It was a long time before someone threatened you again.

You raced into the diner 3 minutes late, just praying you weren't fired. Susie rolled her eyes as she poured another cup of coffee. You looked a mess with a hickie on you collarbone and your apron crooked. You walked behind the counter to clock in.

"Late? I only hired you because you're Tom's girl. That boy saved my life once so I owed him. Don't make me regret that," your portly boss said as he flipped greasy sausage patties on a griddle. "Get this to table 4," he said handing you a plate of pancakes and a plate with an omelet. Your stomach growled at the sight. You had forgotten breakfast.

"Thank you, sir. I won't be late again," you said hurrying to the table. The last you needed was more money problems.

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Tom hopped on the bus with Haz. He adjusted his collared shirt. Between fighting and sex he was exhausted and slept late. Luckily Haz knocked on his door or he was going to be in trouble. He felt guilty of forgetting to wake you.

"So we're meeting with Johnny? Don't you think he's trouble enough? He's like holding on to a wonky bomb," Haz said shaking his head. He hated Tom's idea.

"Yeah, but he's the best way to get fast cash without angering the Moretti or O'Neals. I can't have something happen to Y/n. She can't do much to protect herself. So I'm meeting with him and then telling the Moretti when they can have their money. Hopefully that will put a stop to the threats before Y/n sees it. They put a bloody rag under the door yesterday morning," Tom said. Haz raised his brows but nodded. Tom was playing with fire.

"Okay mate. I just don't want to be mixed in with Johnny for too long. His friends never last," Haz said running a hand through his blond hair.

"One time job, mate. And I don't like it either," Tom admitted. "But sometimes you have to do what you have to do."

They got off at the next stop and walked around the corner to a warehouse. The outside was painted a dark blue and looked like nothing. The second they stepped inside it was vibrant and colorful. Lamps with different color shades diffused soft pastels and highly decorated tapestries hung from every surface as it appeared to be a sitting room of some kind.

A man only a few years older than Tom and Haz walked out to greet them. He had a bright grin and an even brighter tan linen suit on. He strolled around an arm chair to shake their hands.

"Hello bruvs. How are we today? Beautiful isn't it?" He said beeming.

"Hello Johnny," Haz said almost bored. He was used to his flamboyance.

"Hello. I was hoping to talk to you about some work. If that's okay," Tom asked. Johnny nodded knowingly and motioned for them to follow him. He stepped into an office with a wicker desk and an actual stuffed lion head behind it. Tom and Haz sat in mismatched but extravagant chairs. Johnny lounged across his chair with his feet on the desk. His tan alligator boots for all the world to see.

"What can I do you for?" Johnny asked.

"I was wanting to know if you had any jobs lined up soon. Some with a bit of cash flow," Tom asked tapping his knuckles on the arm of his chair. Johnny nodded again.

"I'm always working. Do you want something small or something more adventurous?"

"Big as you've got," Tom said biting his lip. Johnny raised a brow as Haz shifted uncomfortably.

"I can do that. Are you sure? Because the more money, the more danger," Johnny warned putting his feet down. He enjoyed the thought of getting Tom and Haz more involved then he did this job. The pair had managed to skirt working for the Moretti or O'Neal's. Having them work for him was a valuable asset.

"I'm in a spot to be honest. Do you have something big soon?" Tom asked. His leg tapped on the oriental rug beneath him.

"Let me get you that information," Johnny said with a large grin. Tom couldn't help but feel that he was walking into the belly of a beast.

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"That will be two dollars," you said to a couple pushing away a plate of half eaten chocolate cake. The girl smiled with bright red lips. The young man grabbed his wallet to pay. They were the last of the lunch rush and for the next 2 hours was going to be nothing but the occasional worker getting a dessert and coffee and kids skipping school.

"I'm going to take my break," your boss called from the kitchen. "Call me if someone orders, okay?"

"Yes sir," you said putting the money in the till. Susie motioned that she was taking a smoke break and you nodded in understanding. Literally no one else was in the diner. You walked to the radio and turned it up before grabbing a broom. A swing song you and Tom had danced to came on and you moved your hips to the song.

You twirled the broom remembering that night. It was shortly after your father had cut you off and you were dirt poor. The dance hall cost a dime to get in and you just didn't have it to spare. So you and Tom had snuck in the side door as a waiter stepped out for a smoke break. Neither of you could afford a giggle water much less some white lightning. So you both grabbed a drink off of a waiter's tray as he was distracted and enjoyed a single drink each before dancing to this song. You had giggled as Tom attempted to speak sweet nothings into your ear as you spun.

The bell rang to announce a patron. You turned and said hello before putting up the broom. It was a pair of tall muscular men who sat in the nearest booth. You walked over to the pair with a professional smile on your face. One man grinned and the other scowled. It wasn't out of the ordinary. Men working hard jobs often visited the diner in fowl moods.

"How can I help you gentlemen today?" You asked.

"I'll take a coffee," said one.

"And I'll take an apple pie if you have it," The other said. You nodded and walked back to the counter. You grabbed the coffee pot and mug and put an apple pie slice on a plate and the tray and brought it to the men. You poured the coffee as the men simply stared. This wasn't unusual either. You were rather attractive.

"Are you Y/n?" One asked. You frowned before nodding. You weren't wearing a name tag and hadn't said your name. "Tell Holland that we expect our money shortly. Or this" He pulled a knife and pointed it at your stomach. "Will be opened in the street."

You gasped slightly and almost dropped the coffee pot. You considered burning the man but he had a buddy and you weren't going to beat him in heels. Your heart raced as you slowly backed away. You were too scared to speak. You hadn't brought your gun and you had turned up the radio so no one would hear you scream.

"This is just a warning, pretty girl," the other said mocking a nickname Tom often used for you. He stood and walked around your back. Your skin crawled as he wrapped an arm around your waist. "Smells like fresh pie. Don't know what this dame doing with that fat-head. Just give him this message," he said before placing a knife to your cheek and slicing a shallow half inch cut across it.

You whimpered and shook. He let you go and the pair left without eating or drinking anything. The second they left you fell to the floor crying. The bell rang again and your eyes jumped to the door to see Haz coming in.

"Oh my God, Y/n. What happened? You're bleeding," he grabbed a napkin from the table to wipe your face. You shuddered as he touched your cut.

"They want the money," is all you said in fear.

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Let's Run Away

Tom Holland x Reader mob!au pt 7

Warning: guns, blood, death, smut, maybe language

Word count: 1148

Summary: In the 1920s, during the height of prohibition, in New York City, Tom holland, an unknown from London, tries to make his way around the New York crime world with his lover Y/n. When he owes an influential crime family money he'll do anything to pay them back. Is it too much?

Authors note: I'm not sure who to base Penny off of. Message me if you have an idea of an actress that might work.

Penny didn't really pick her career. Her father was the local police chief. And while prestigious and lucrative, being a police chief in New York City in the 1920s sucked. So Chief Jones hired his daughter as his personal secretary to keep someone He trusted close. With the Moretti and O'Neals he was on his toes. Especially with the Moretti trying burn down and destroy O'Neal property. Chief Jones had sent police to multiple locations and his personal was running thin.

So that's how Penny ended up at the Bee's Knees quickly writing notes for the lead detective. The beefy man was knelt beside a man laying face down in the hallway. He had 7 bullet holes in him. 2 other men leaned dead against walls looking about the same. The walls all up and down the hallway were rittled with bullet holes.

"The Moretti hit here too. But they didn't burn it down like the other places. I guess they got tired of it," the detective said getting up and grimacing. "We need the photographer to do his job but I don't think we can do anything else. It was the Moretti," he shrugged.

Penny nodded stiffly and wrote it in her notes. She hated how little the police seemed to care about mob violence but the police simply couldn't take on the superior, better manned, and better equipped mobs. Her eyes wandered to the young man leaning on the wall in front of her.

He was so young. 19 At most. His strawberry blond hair coated in blood and his soft blue eyes dull in death. A shotgun lay across his lap. 5 red blood spots spattered across his chest. How could someone be in such trouble so young?

The one thing Penny noticed that the detective didn't seem to care about was the money stolen. At the other hits they stole nothing. It was an insult to burn it. It was a way of saying they didn't even need the money or things. And they also didn't bother lighting it on fire here.

"Detective, isn't it weird though?" Penny started.

"No. Let grown ups take care of this doll. Just stick to your clipboard, okay?" He said lighting a cigarette. Penny bit her tongue and followed him back to the car. Lazy rain dampened her wispy blond hair. The ride back to the station was quiet. She couldn't leave the case alone. Why didn't they do the same thing at this place they had everywhere else?

Penny walked home from the station. It was early morning by now. It was wet and dark but not many would mess with a police chief's daughter who was always carrying a gun. She arrived at her little house in the bad part of town quickly, unlocked, and walked in.

Penny sat her purse on the kitchen counter and pulled her sweater off her head while walking to the bathroom. She was wet to the bone.

A small gasp left her throat as she saw a movement in her hallway mirror. She wasn't alone.

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Tom woke early the next day despite the late night. The Moretti threatening to murder you and your girl tends to do that. You lay beside him. He could see your soft skin and gentle breaths. Tom wished he could touch you and continue the night before. To touch every inch of your body as you moaned and writhed under him. To give you the same treatment you have given him with your pretty lips. But he had things to do. So he covered your naked form in the blanket and got dressed.

He was going to ask Harrison to go but not after being shot. Tom would have to brave it alone. He had the money so it should be fine. The screen door screeched as he slipped out. Hopefully he would be back long before you missed him. His hands shook on the steering wheel. His life he had played with many times. But this was your life on the line. That wasn't a gamble he liked.

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You woke to the sound of a gunshot. You sat up in bed. Your nakedness felt horrifying. You quickly slipped on your dress from the night before. Harrison stumbled in your room. His arm was wrapped and you could tell he was half asleep and in pain.

"Where the fuck is Tom?"

"I..I don't know, Haz. What's going on?" You asked trembling. He pushed the dresser in front of the door.

"The O'Neal's. Get the bloody gun you had. They'll be here soon," Haz said pulling a gun out with his good arm. You reached in the night stand for the revolver. The door was violently shoved from the other side. Harrison held the door closed. Shots sounded near the room. You shrieked.

The door was violently shoved again and this time Haz was shoved to the ground. 2 men burst in the room. One tried to jump on Haz who began swinging weakly with both arms. He felt on fire every time he moved the injuries arm.

You pushed back the hammer, aimed, and pulled the trigger. It grazed the man's leg and he groaned. The second guy grabbed your arm and threw the gun down. He wrapped his arms around you as Haz kicked the first man between the legs. Haz pushed him over scrambled to his feet.

You thrashed in the man's arms. You kicked at his legs. Haz jumped towards him and landed a hook on his face. The man momentarily released you and you lunged for the gun. The other man had recovered and dived for the weapon as you had. Your hand accidentally pushed it farther away.

Haz grabbed his gun and shot the man near him who fell down quickly. He then turned to see a man shoving you to the ground as you reached for a weapon. Haz kicked the man in the face and he fell off of you unconscious.

Haz helped you up.You both stood panting and you grabbed the gun from the floor. Shots sounded in the room next to you and you jumped.

"Come on," Haz whispered before going to the window. He pushed it open and helped you climb out before joining you. You both began running down the alley behind the house. Haz was in front due to his longer legs. Your chest hurt as you sucked air when some one grabbed you around the middle. You couldn't even scream out as you were dragged towards a car. Haz turned to see you being shoved in the back seat.

His heart froze at the sight. You had been captured by the O'Neals on his watch. He then realized he was in the middle of the alley with O'Neals waving around guns so he broke into the nearest house to hide.

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Let's Run Away

Tom Holland x Reader pt 3

Warning: alcohol, smoking, guns

Word count: 1511

Summary:

Authors note: dead soldiers are empty beer bottles.

"Cast" who will look like but not representative of actual people from this chapter: Ollie- Bill Skarsgard, Trev- Robbie Amell, Dot- Katherine McNamara

"I ran her a bath. I could kill them," Tom said gripping a hand towel in anger. He and Haz stood in Tom's small kitchen talking quietly.

"I know. Let's focus on this job tomorrow. Lord knows we need to. I would never plan something that quick. Normally we do at least a week of just casing a place," Haz said pacing.

"Yeah, well we can't wait. Not after that," Tom motioned towards the bathroom. "Do you think Ollie and Trev would help? We need at least 4 to pull this off."

"We can stop by tonight," Haz suggested. Tom shook his head.

"I can't leave her alone and she's not going there. Could you stop by for me?" Tom asked.

"You owe me one," Haz said grabbing his hat and jacket.

"Always. Tell Dot I said hi," Tom lightly smiled. Haz blushed and gave Tom a look. "I see you eyeing her. You should ask her out after business."

"We'll see," Haz murmured walking out the door. Tom turned towards the bathroom. He felt useless. They had come in the middle of the day and threatened his girl. He almost lost her. His heart hurt at the thought.

"Love, can I come in," Tom gently knocked on the door. He placed is ear to the wood to hear your answer over the sound of water.

"Yes," you said softly. He pushed the door open slowly to not scare you. You sat in the bath with water to your waist curled into a ball and crying softly. You shook slightly.

"Oh darling. My pretty girl. I'm so sorry," Tom said leaning down on his knees on the cold tile floor. He kissed your hand lightly. "That will never happen again. I'll have the money tomorrow night."

"I was so scared. Teach me how to use that gun," you said determined. "I can't be just waiting for something to happen. I need to protect myself."

Tom's heart hurt at the thought that you needed to learn how to use a gun. He should be able to protect you. But he nodded at the logic. You blinked away tears and nodded back.

"Come hold me," You said with your voice raw. Tom began discarding his clothing. He climbed in the tub behind you and settled you between his legs. You leaned your head back on his chest as he wrapped you tightly in he arms. You both felt lucky and the frailty of the situation felt painful and scary.

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Haz set in his car outside a juice joint. The Eager Beaver. He didn't visit them too much since they could be raided at any time. He preferred to buy his drinks to go. But Trev and Ollie loved them. Haz also knew they came here every Thursday. He sighed softly before getting out and walking to the joint.

He walked to the side entrance and knocked once. The look out opened the door, saw Haz, and welcomed him in. It was a perk of being connected to the mob. He adjusted his tie.

The club hummed with a swingy tune being played by a small band. A leggy woman sung soulfully into a large microphone. The dance floor was tightly surrounded by tables. Many were covered in cards as all sorts of gambling played. Waitresses buzzed around tables, collecting orders, delivering drinks, and collecting money.

Haz noticed a certain red head. She was giving drinks to a smokey table and collecting dead soldiers. She smiled and waved at Haz who reddened at her glance. He had it bad. Dot chewed her full bottom lip as she took orders. Haz wanted to go straight to her but had business first. Finally he found Ollie and Trev throw dice with a few other men at a table in a corner.

"Harrison! Come, join us," Ollie said, his pale face flushed from alcohol. He waved his gangly limbs in joy. He was like an oversized child. Haz walked through the tables to the men. "Are you betting tonight?"

"No of course not. You'd have to have nickles to rub together to be a betting man. How are you lot?" He said smiling. Ollie rolled his eyes and rolled the dice. He groaned as it rolled double one.

"I'm about to take him for everything he's worth," Trev said with a smirk. He couldn't be more different than Ollie in looks with his dark Italian features. He was distantly related to the Moretti. Close enough to get a bit of protection but not enough to be expected in the family business.

"Can I talk to you both somewhere quiet?" Haz said quietly to the pair. The other 2 young men looked at them suspiciously.

"Of course. We'll stop there boys," Trev said. The other two began to complain before stopping at his look. No one messed with the Moretti. Ollie grabbed his money and stuffed it in his suit jacket.

Trev nodded at the bartender before walking into the owner's office. He sat at the desk and Haz sat across with Ollie leaning on a book shelf picking at his teeth with a tooth pick.

"How can I help you?"

"Tom needs help. He owes money. To your family," Haz started.

"You know I can't help him get out of that," Trev interrupted.

"I know. I was going to ask you two to help us with a job. It's a lot of money," Haz offered. Ollie looked down at him critically.

"Whose job is it?" Ollie asked.

"Its Johnny's. It was something fast. They already threatened Tom's girl," Haz said.

"Are you out of your damn mind? You must be desperate. In not sure if I want in this mess," Trev said leaning back in his seat. "What is the job?"

Haz spent the next 10 minutes explaining the plan. Ollie finally gave in but Trev was suspicious. Johnny was just that wild. But his best friend willing do the job swayed Trev to join. Ollie smiled. They were partners in crime.

"Fine. If I do this you owe me. This might be the dumbest thing I've ever done but I'll do it. I can buy my love that ring they've been wanting," Trev said. He grimaced and grabbed a bottle from the desk and 3 glasses. He poured them each shots.

"Here's to the dumbest thing we've ever done," Ollie said as they clinked glasses.

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Haz moved between tables to see the most beautiful girl he had ever met. Dot was collecting glasses from an empty table. Her face was slightly flushed from work and her hair had slightly damp curls clinging to her face.

"Hello, love," Haz said to her.

"Oh hello," she said with a large smile. "I don't often get you in here. How are you?"

"I'm doing well. How are you?" Haz said grabbing the heavy tray from her hands. She tried to protest but he was already walking to the bar.

"Thank you," Dot said as he sat the tray down.

"She's taking her break now," He informed the bartender who looked up and nodded before going back to work. "Do you want to sit down? Or maybe dance?"

"We can sit," she said shyly. Haz wanted to take her hand but didn't want to appear too forward. Though it seemed silly in here when there was all kinds of immoral going on. This was a house of gambling, drinking, dancing, and also a place that young lovers met. Especially young lovers who society would hate together. People of color with whites, gays, and rich with poor were often found here. Haz had the urge to pull her from this dangerous job surrounded by guns and sin.

"I hope this isn't too forward," he said knowing he face was bright red. "Can I take you out sometime?"

"Really?" She asked as she lit a smoke. Haz nodded. "I would love that." Haz grinned. Dot looked away smiling. Feeling reckless he grasped her hand on the table. She turned her hand to hold his thumb and he stroked the back of her hand with his forefinger. They gazed in each other's eyes as his simple movement felt like electricity.

The sound of glass breaking jarred the couple to reality. Mary had dropped a full tray of beer glasses on the floor. She looked as though she wanted to cry. She was new to the job.

"I've got to go. I need to help," Dot said hopping up from her seat and smushing the cigarette. Haz kissed the back of her hand before letting her go. She raced to help Mary. Haz watched for a few more minutes before leaving. He needed to tell Tom about Ollie and Trev. He glanced one last time at her curvy form sweeping glass and waved. She waved back. He had work to do.

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I'm going to be posting part 7 of Let's Run Away tomorrow. Where are the police in all this? 🚔

I'll be posting a Tom Holland ghost story based on a real experiences the day after tomorrow. I was scared. Maybe you will be too?

And soon an Avenger murder mystery. Who's the killer?

I'm still writing despite college. Lol

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