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CHAPTER THREE; "Awkward is an understatement."

{Y/N} flinched back slightly, eyes widening. Mr. Larkson was staring straight at her now. The two made eye contact, interest on his scarred face. She kept her eyes trained on him, furrowing her eyebrows slightly. After a minute or two of intense eye contact, {Y/N} looked away, swallowing thickly. 'It.. doesn't matter. Not gonna talk to him if I have any say in it.' she thought to herself firmly, stalking off to one of the other patrons. Almost half an hour had passed, and {Y/N} had forgotten all about the mobster sitting a few tables away, busying herself with preparing drinks. That was until she looked over slightly, and saw him sitting at a bar stool. She swore her heart stopped. When did he even get there? Soon though, she felt annoyance bubble to the surface. One thing. She wanted one thing - to avoid him. And now he was somewhere she couldn't ignore him. Begrudgingly, {Y/N} made her way slowly to him. She didn't want to, but she'd never hear the end of it from her boss if she ignored a patron. So, once she had found herself in front of the man, she offered her best smile. "What'll it be?" She asked in an almost chipper tone, though all she wanted to do was get the fuck out of there.

The man took one last drag on his cigar, before snuffing it out on the pub table in front of him. When he finally spoke, {Y/N} wished he had kept his mouth shut. His voice was rasped, gruff. It sounded almost guttural. She assumed the reason for his disturbing voice was all the scars - made her wonder how he had gotten such a bad injury. "You got Aquavit?" He had asked, leaning forward across the counter slightly. ..Aquavit? Okay, now that was something {Y/N} was sure they didn't have. {Y/N} shook her head, "Eh.. no, I don't think so." For a moment or two, his face went sour, "Well.. whatever." A small grin spread on his face, "Y'know, you're quite the sight," he mused, raising his eyebrows, "Got a name?" In that moment, every red-flag went off in {Y/n}'s mind. She didn't want this murderer knowing her name! But she wasn't stupid, and knew it was much easier to answer his question. "..{Y/N}, I'm {Y/N} {L/N}." He whistled appreciatorily, "{Y/N} {L/N}, eyh? Gorgeous." He chuckled. Truth be told; {Y/N} wanted to get the fuck out of here. Perhaps to Tord, he was having the time of his life, finally able to talk to his little lady. But {Y/N}? This was horrifying. She didn't want to be associated with some murderer

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CHAPTER TWO; "Not him."

Yet another day of grueling work. {Y/N} slid a glass of Bourbon to a man with shaggy brown hair, stubble, sunken eyes with slight eyebags underneath. "Thanks, miss." He gruffly mumbled. She weren't sure why, but he looked fairly familiar. Not someone {Y/N} had talked to or something, but she had seen Laurel laughing with him once or twice. "..So, you know Laurel?" He asked, sipping from his glass. {Y/N} quirked her head to the side at this, nodding. He chuckled, "So you must be {Y/N}, right?" Surprise flashed across her face, but she nodded, a smile tugging at her lips "The one and only." She said with a now big, proud smile. The man laughed roughly, setting down his glass. The liquid splashed out the side slightly. "Like that attitude! I'm Eduardo." He stuck out his hand, which looked worn, and calloused. Briskly, {Y/N} shook his hand. For a few minutes, the pair chatted, laughing and joking about god knows what. That was until one of your co-workers shouted for {Y/N} to come over. She sighed, waving bye to Eduardo. "What?" {Y/N} asked, placing a hand on her hip. "Shh!!" The coworker, Hellucard put his finger to his lips, before pointing at a table towards the back of the bar. It was the kind of place that had booths, most towards the exit. Sat in one, alone, was a man. He was tall, even sitting down. Deep brown hair that sat on his shoulders in a short mullet, though he had bangs that sat just above his eyes. Most oddly, in the front of his hair was two pieces standing on end, resembling heavily of devil horns. Clutched in a hand covered in what looked to be burn scars was a fat cigar, smoke rising and curling into intricate patterns before disappearing into the air But it wasn't his hair, not his scarred hand that caught {Y/N}'s eye. It was his face. The left side was normal, with smooth skin, sunken gray eye, and a sneer of his lips. But the right? Fuck was that a sight. Scars littered it. The eye grossly mutualized, parts of his jaw and chin almost looking like they were frayed. "Wait.. is that-!?" Hellucard laughed at {Y/N}'s sudden frightful response, and he nodded, "Yep! The Larkson." {ONE AND PROLLY ONLY A/N RN; I won't be using real last names ever.} "Why is he.. y'know.. here? Not like this place is much good anyways." {Y/N} kept her gaze fixed on Mr. Larkson, unease building up inside of her. "No idea," Hellucard shrugged, running a hand through his messy blond hair "..I don't like this." She mumbled to herself, a pit building in her stomach.

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CHAPTER ONE; "Protection fee, really?"

{Y/N} sighed, cracking her knuckles. She had been working as a bartender at a particularly.. unkind place. It reeked of blood, gun powder, and unsurprisingly; booze. {Y/N} would be lying if she said she enjoyed any of it. Whenever she'd get an order, from a man, he'd usually slip in some lewd comment on her body, ask if she was free after her shift, something along those sort of lines. It sickened {Y/N} to her core. She wasn't strong enough for this, couldn't handle it the way most of her friends managed to, the way anyone did. Not that she was weak or something, she could hold her own in a fight if she truly needed to, and she certainly knew how to put someone in their place. A small smile tugged at {Y/N}'s lips as she saw Laurel, the blue haired girl striding over to her. "Hey, {Y/N]!" she greeted with a big grin. "Same as usual?" Without waiting for her answer, she had already begun to pour Laurels drink she always got. Whiskey, no ice. Simple, but Laurel would talk about it as if it'd bring you to heaven. Not that {Y/N} paid mind to her praise towards the drink. To be honest, she wasn't much of a drinker. Don't get her wrong, she'd drink sometimes, but wasn't too keen on being drunk, even if she wasn't alone. She had heard of her friends getting into nasty accidents, or having bad things happen under the influence of a stiff drink or two. She didn't want to become one of the women in an cautionary story.

"So, didya' hear they're gunna be putting in a protection fee?" Laurel suddenly asked, an annoyed expression on her pretty face. {Y/N} gasped, horror finding it's way onto her expression, "No!" Laurel laughed, nodding, "Yeah! Fuckin' stupid if you ask me," Her voice went quiet, her eyes darting around the room, "..Y'know, I think we should get outta here sometime. Just us." Laurel grinned again, chugging the rest of her Whiskey. A scoff escaped {Y/N} and she rolled her eyes "We both know neither of us make enough to do so, Laurel." She said in a matter-of-factly sort of tone, eliciting a groan from the blue haired woman, "Oh, c'mon, {Y/N}! Have some hope!" "Oh, yeah, like hope you'll pay your tab?" Laurel gasped at this, furrowing her eyes, "{Y/N}! Have faith in a gal! I always keep my word." {Y/N} merely snorted, shaking her head. A few small grumbles left Laurel before she set her glass down and stood, "Well, whateva'. I'm heading out." She paused, leaning forward with her eyebrows raised, "Mind givin' me some cash?" A light blush appeared on {Y/N}'s cheeks, and she scoffed, shaking her head, "Banks closed, Laurel." Laurel snapped her fingers, chuckling, "Worth a shot, toots. Chao!" With that, Laurel walked out, waving her hand to {Y/N}. Laurel always brightened {Y/N]'s mood. More than a lot of her friends.

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"You're gunna be mine."

This is a Tord (Eddsworld) x reader fanfiction. NONE OF THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME So, this fanfic is an AU. It's set around the 1920's, in London. Mafia au, I guess you could say? But also yandere. WARNINGS; This story will have some things that may not be comfortable to all readers, including, but not limited to; Body horror Mentions of gore, puke, sexual content, rape Kidnapping Violence. ──────⊱⁜⊰────── With the warnings out of the way, we're gunna dive into the characters, and of course; you. ──────⊱⁜⊰────── The main characters are; ⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹ ⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹ ‧₊˚✩彡 Tord ‧₊˚✩彡 Tom ‧₊˚✩彡 Matt ‧₊˚✩彡 Edd ‧₊˚✩彡 {Y/N} (you<3) Other characters that'll play roles are; ✩࿐ Laurel ✩࿐ Eduardo ✩࿐ Jon ✩࿐ Mark ✩࿐ Hellucard ✩࿐ Bing ✩࿐ Larry ▄ █ ▄ █ ▄ ▄ █ ▄ █ ▄ █ KEY; {Y/N} = Your name {H/C} = Hair colour {F/C} = Favourite colour Other's will be added if needed. ──────⊱⁜⊰────── ALSO!! Reader is FEM in this, she/her pronouns ect. With that, enjoy!!