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"Judging by the persistence of your family, I guess I should've taken your word for it when you said you'd make it work" George announces jokingly.
Laughing lightly, with a slight smirk you look at the man.
"I think we need to build trust in general, but that can be worked on"
A smile forms on his lips.
"But what's your backstory?" you stated, changing the conversation.
"I uh- witnessed one of my best mates get murdered by another Mafia prevalent in the Uk.. after that I pretty much finished highschool,spent most of my time there trying to get back at the gang for doing what they did, but i was too weak by myself. then went to college.. That's when I met Dream online, and we became close quickly, I dropped out after my first year there to join Dream, now i'm here." he sums everything up easily, cutting out anything traumatic he doesn't truly want to think about again.
He didn't really seem like the type to be involved with something like this.
But if anything I only made it easier to bond from your many years of being in this risky buisness.
"I'm sorry about your friend George.. That can't be easy to witness." you empathies.
He just nods and goes silent.
"Do you want to watch a movie?" you add on quickly, trying to change the subject of mourning.
Immediately his eyes light up
"Yes! Can we watch my favorite movie?" he gets as excited as a kid in a candy store.
You nod smiling largely.
"Of course."
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Laying down next to George on the couch, you rest your head lightly on his chest.
The beginning of the movie starts, and it's immediately recognized.
It was the Godfather, ironically.
"This is your favorite movie?" you question with a smile
"Hell yeah! This was everything I wanted to be when I was younger, now I'm sorta living it, minus the drugs."
He wasn't wrong at all.
The Godfather was a classic mafia movie, starring some of the best actors too.
The movie plays, and the alcohol sets in making heat waves of thoughts rise.
But George was content in his movie to partake in any of those thoughts.
The bump and bang of a door sends you a George off the couch in a heartbeat.
Reaching quickly into the thigh holster, you keep on nearly all the time unless you're sleeping, and withdraw your gun, pointing it near the corner you need to turn to enter the living area.
Exchanging a concerned look with George, who had his weapon drawn as well.
He cocks his head to the side and you immediately recognize the orders.
"Make your presence known." you speak up, making your voice more intimidating
No words are returned.
The sudden movement makes you grip on your trigger, but before pulling it a familiar voice starts shouting.
"DON'T SHOOT, DON'T SHOOT"
"IT'S ME, QUACKITY. ITS OKAY" his voice was filled with slight fear.
Both of you sighing in relief, is followed by the dropping of the weapons from Quackity.
"Don't fucking do that!" you yell at the shorter man.
George nods in agreement
"Guys just fucking listen okay" he begins, out of breath, and fear filled.
"They found us okay, i don't think they know it's Y/n but we need to leave immediately"
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~~Complications~~ (Mafia GeorgeNotFoundXReader)
Fanfiction-GeorgeNotFound X reader- ~mafia~ Y/n didn't ask for this life.. fuck, no one would. Having a father that was the boss of a well known mafia called 678 was the furthest thing to living the "American dream". Y/n's father...
