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20's! Lùcio x reader

A/n: Ayyyyyyy, I'm writing on the bus to "Lone Digger" ayyyy. Caravan Palace for the win. Sorry if it's not perfectly the 20's. Some of it might have some modern or 50's elements. Anyways here's the shot. ;P   

   It was a cold windy night in the big apple. that's right, New york city. When you first get here, its surreal, with Broadway and such. But you're not here to go to plays. You're here for the Morrison Gang. 

   The gangster Jack Morrison is like an extended version of the police. He goes up against the Claws lead by none other than Gabriel "Reaper" Reyes. It's said that he Draws a skull on all of his victims. And I don't plan on becoming one of them. But today, I was sent to scout out the club that Reaper operates out of. 

  I parked my car 3 blocks away and walked to the club. People gave me strange looks. They're not used to seeing someone with freshly washed clothes. I walked up to the curb of the club. It was called "The Golden Lady". This place used to be a hub for exotic dancers. But the owners tastes seem to have refined. Then I summoned all the courage I had and shoved the doors open. It looked nice for a club. It was pretty classy. The chairs shimmered like they were made of gold and the dance floor shone like silver. Then I casually walked up to a booth and opened the messenger bag I had on. 

  There were some newspapers, pencils, a revolver, a silencer, and a knife. The Jack Morrison survival kit. Jack wanted to make sure I could defend myself if anything bad happened. This is the shady side of town I guess. But this is all because I'm a girl. Just cause I majorly screwed up a mission. And almost died. And almost killed 3 police officers. But the past is in the past!(seems like something I'd do.. I'm a major klutz.) Anyways, I scanned the people at the club. Then my eyes laid on a pair of black, soulless eyes. The fearless Reaper. My heart stopped. Then he stalked over to my table. My heart at this point started beating a mile a minute. His face contorted in a wicked grin as he slid into the seat. 

"Hello Mrs. Y/n. I wasn't expecting to see you here." He said as he gestured to the place. "Hello Gabriel. I see you're looking healthy." I said as I swallowed the feeling of sudden death. "Still alive. Now, what is your little old self doing here?" He said as the casual feeling left the conversation. 

 "Can't a girl just want to have fun?""Not on the shady side of town." "You always assume I want something. What if I want to just chill." I slung my arm around his shoulders. "And hang out with my favorite brother." I casually said. His face flashed anger for a second, then went neutral. Then he threw my arm off and leaned in." People can't know we're related. So don't act like it. You'll figure out soon." He snarled as he stood up, brushed off his suit and stalked over to his table. 

Then I fully heard the musicians. It was a nice swing sound. I took a look at them. They were pretty good. I heard from the patrons that their names were Fareeha, Ana, Jamison, Hanzo and Lùcio. This happened to be the first time I'd heard em. But that trumpet player, Lùcio I think, really made the music come alive. I found myself walking to the dance floor in where there were already dozens of people. I swayed with the packed bodies on the floor. 

I swore Lùcio was focused on me that entire time. I caught his chocolate eyes on me a couple of times. Then I checked the clock. 12:30. I needed to get back home. According to Gabriel, this is when the turf wars start. I hurried to my booth, scooped up the bag and made my way to the door when a rock was hurled through a window.

 There were collective screams."I need to leave, NOW!" I said aloud. Then I felt someone tackle me as I heard shots. There were bullet holes in the wall I was just standing near. I looked up to see chocolate eyes staring back at me. It was Lùcio.

 "What's a pretty face like you doing in this hellhole?"

 "Just visiting."

"Figured. Saw you talking ta Reaper. You guys related or something?" I thought about what Gabriel said