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shootsun · 2 years ago

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Cowboy au

so i’ve been writing more of that cowboy au, and i’ve also put it up on ao3, under the title This Town Ain’t Big Enough For The Two of Us (I Thought You Were Dead), which I will also link below. enjoy my decent into mayhem

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Part 4 (i think)

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MK stumbles out of purple smoke and lands on his face as Six steps gracefully out behind him. The bounty hunter barely manages to turn his snort into a cough as he surveys the tiny town.

They’re not too far out, sitting at the base of a hill just outside of the gates. Already, the people are getting ready for dusk, closing shutters, barring doors, and polishing rifles.

As MK picks himself up and tries dusting off his jeans, a small nickering draws his attention.

“Is… is that my horse?” The deputy blinks, and a muzzle knocks gently against the side of his head as Tianma nickers again.

“You didn’t think we were going to portal the whole way there, did you? That’s a hell of a way to waste power, kid.” Six says, already half into his own saddle.

“I don’t know. You portaled us pretty far last time. Jin and Yin were pretty surprised to see us, that’s for sure.” MK looks back at the town for a moment as Tianma nudges his head with her muzzle again.

“We got thrown off of a moving train. It was a bit of an emergency, kid. It’s not a good idea to use magic over long distances like that, especially not with two people.” Six rolls his eyes as MK leaps into his saddle.

“Demon powers are weird.” MK muses, not noticing the slight wince Six has at his word choice.

“We’re not in China, kid. Americans are so much touchier about…demons. Supernatural sounds…more palatable.” The bounty hunter turns his horse east, and waves for MK to follow him.

“…Okay.”

The deputy turns Tianma’s nose after Six’s back and follows him west.

It takes a few hours for them to get to the casino in question, and MK has to rub his eyes at the shimmering sign.

“Why does it say Supernatural Star Casino and Stanton’s Star Casino? In like. The same place?” MK tilts his head and squints at the wooden sign, trying to make sure his vision wasn’t going.

“Oh, so you’ve got some true sight now? You’re just seeing what’s really there, kid. Don’t worry about it.” MK turns to Six and flinches at the scars that ripple across the supernatural’s face before disappearing.

“Half of everything is a glamour in Stanton. Just don’t focus on anything or anyone for too long or it’ll give you a headache.” The older advises as he guides them to the stables.

“Your…You…Are you?” MK stutters as Six gives him a grin over his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about me, boy. We’ve got a job to do.”

“You still haven’t told me what it is.”

“And yet, you followed me all the way out here anyways. You really need to think these things through, kid.” The bounty hunter gives a light tug on his reins, and his horse ambles to a stop as a stable hand rushes out.

Six flicks a coin in the air and as the kid leans back to catch it, he dismounts and waves a hand towards MK, portaling him off of Tianma and onto the dirt.

“C’mon.” The black-clad supernatural mutters as he tugs the disoriented deputy away from their rides.

“We need to get in and out before that glamour fades.”

“You glamoured the coin? Aren’t you supposed to be rolling in dough Mr. Bounty Hunter?” MK raises an eyebrow as the two thread through the crowd back to the glimmering casino up the road.

With a scoff, Six levels a look over his shoulder. “I got debts to settle, and moreover, what I do with my money ain’t your business, kid.”

“You just made such a big point about it when you were trying to get me to be your apprentice. You saying it was all tall tales to sell a pitch?” MK needles, and he can see the supernatural’s brains starting to steam.

“Gods, you’re really his student, aren’t you? Good at getting on my last nerve, the both of you.” Six scowls as the pair stop in front of a large building, one side with a sign proclaiming ‘Hotel’ and the other loudly depicting the still shimmering ‘Casino’ sign.

Six steps to the ‘Casino’ side, and without a word knocks thrice on the door. The wood ripples and shifts beneath his hand with each strike until a metal door stands where the old wooden one had.

“Open up, we’re here to play, Stanton!” Six calls through the door, and it creaks open to reveal a large man dressed in a vest, slacks, with his sleeves rolled up and bound, looking the very picture of an overworked accountant, were it not for the fact he was seven foot and bright blue with a wild, wiry beard and bald as an egg.

“I’ve told you before Six, it’s Sandy. Stanton’s for the business side of things.” The giant rumbles, and Six laughs as he shoulders his way into the hall.

MK gives a tiny nod to the supernatural before he trails after Six, slipping his hat off as he steps into the crowed casino.

The first thing that assaults his senses is the noise, the ringing of bells and men jeering echoes in the room, and he winces as a crowd erupts into a roar as someone is tackled over a table.

“Hurry up, kid. We’ve gotta talk to Plata. He’s got the details we need.” Six juts a thumb past the horde of gamblers to a room half hidden behind cigar smoke.

With a sinking feeling, MK coughs into his hat, and waves some of the smoke out of his face as he steps after the supernatural.

The door swings shut behind him, and he can’t help the sigh of relief as the sound and smoke fade into the background. MK opens his eyes to a gun between his eyes and the Silver Demon Twin, Yin, wielding the pistol with a fang filled grin.

“Ah. Plata. Silver. Yin. Got it.” MK nods. He really should’ve taken Mei up on those Spanish lessons.

“You’ve got the dumbest look on yer face, boy.” Yin sneers.

“Where’s your brother? Still in jail?” MK snaps, and Yin bristles slightly before ignoring him completely and turning to glaring at the bounty hunter beside him.

“What’s this then? I thought you said you were bringing the Monkey King?” Yin says, and gestures for the deputy to sit in a rickety chair opposite a far comfier looking one. Mk scowls back at the supernatural as he stiffly complies.

“It was a copycat, Plata. The kid is the one who’s been causing all the trouble.” Six says, moving behind MK, placing a warning hand on his shoulder as the deputy grits his teeth and tries to subtly reach for Iron Shot.

“Wha-nuh-uh! I have not! And, and you don’t have any proof either!” Mk spins to face Six with a wild look in his eyes, before turning to Yin, who only watches the exchange with a disbelieving scowl.

“This one? He’s too much a daddy’s boy to cause any trouble. I’d be too, if my pa were the Lawman.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. My pa was a scholar and I haven’t been raising any ruckus as the Monkey Kid!” Mk yells, and Yin cackles as the deputy realizes his mistake.

“Is that what you’re calling yourself now? Fitting, for a kid like yerself.” Six mutters before grabbing MK’s wrist and hoisting it into the air. Iron Shot responds, swirling out of its holster and into the deputy’s raised hand automatically, before sparking and turning a dull brassy colour once it touched the kid’s palm.

“The kid has Iron Shot. Monkey King’s Iron Shot.” Yin says with a touch of awe colouring his voice.

“I… no, I got this from the Lawman!” Mk desperately bids for a distraction, trying to wrench his arm out of the bounty hunter’s hold to no avail.

“He matches the description.” Six continues, watching Yin’s face as the blue demon contemplates something before grinning wildly.

“There’s half a dozen other monkey supernaturals in these parts, it coulda been any-”

Six winks at MK and then the door shudders, once, twice, and then flies inwards with a bang, slamming so hard into the back wall, it cracks the plaster and knocks off the assorted pinup photos lining the place, sending shards of glass skittering across the floor.

“Howdy there, folks! Any of y’all see my deputy?” Wukong strolls into the room amidst a rolling cloud of dust and cigar smoke, a great big grin slapped across his face and the most deadly glint in his eye MK had ever seen.

“Ah! There ya are, boy!” There’s nothing but silence as the golden-haired lawman crunches his boot over shattered glass, all but slapping Six’s hands off of MK.

Six grins and winks at the supernatural, and Wukong bares his teeth in a manner that one would never call a smile.

“H-hey, Sherriff.” The deputy swallows nervously as his mentor turns to him. The glare softens marginally, but when MK gives a crooked grin, the harsh glint returns, making the deputy’s stomach sink.

“Hold on, now,” Yin stammers. “We were having a talk here,”

“And now it’s over.” Wukong’s grin slips and Yin turns pale.

“R-right.” The supernatural stutters and flinches as Wukong starts back towards the hole he made in the wall, all but dragging MK with him.

The walk back through the casino is silent, barring the mass of groaning bodies that liter the entire hall, one man even spinning lazily from the shoddy chandelier, notably missing one of his boots and half his slacks beneath the knee.

“Always a pleasure to see you, Wukong.” Sandy sighs as they pass, the blue giant sadly wiping the remains of a splintered bar.

“Come by and see Pigsy sometime soon, ya’ hear? The old man misses you. He’s gettin’ lonesome without Trip talking his ear off all night and day.”

“You tell him I’ll be by soon.” Sandy says as they slip out the metal door, half torn off its hinges. It stiltedly swings shut behind with a resounding clang that echoes in the empty street.

The lawman side eyes his ward and says plainly, “You are in so much trouble.”

The door slides off its hinges behind them, making MK scrunch up his shoulders at the loud noise.

“Oops?” He nervously chuckles.

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#lmk mk #lmk wukong #lmk monkey king #lmk sun wukong #lmk xiaotian #lmk #lmk macaque #lmk mac #lmk six eared macaque #lmk liu er mihou #lmk yin #lmk silver demon #lmk sandy #lmk cowboy au #cowboy au #i am in brain rot #again #this wont match up properly in ao3 until the next update lol #my writing

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sirensea14 · 1 year ago

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Didnt watch the movie but im a little familiar with the games(im open to spoilers dont worry), Correct me if im wrong since i dont memorize the fnaf sequence but I'll try to be specific of the animatronics. I personally think of this:

Fnaf 1 x IM

Bonnie- night terror

Chica- mayhem

Cupcake - chaos

Freddy- sarah

The player/michael Schmidt(?) - bendy

Foxy- ava

Bad choice of characters T-T

FNAF 4 (the ones w nightmare animatronics correct me if im wrong)

N. Freddy - Bendy

N. Chica - boris

N. Foxy - mugman

N. Bonnie - cuphead

Plushtrap - felix

Crying child- sarah (its like the tables have turned XD) (and the brother would be Linda)

No ideas on fnaf 2/the one puppet has first appeared in but i like to think they'll be Alice cuz they helped the player? (forgot his name)

Fnaf 3 was when the pizzaria was burned right? The phantom animatronics? Maybeee... the same arrangement as fnaf 1 except the protag's cuphead (or mugman)

Other fnafs idk, i cant remember any of them

Fnaf sb, i think I'll follow ur au, but Fnaf Sb ruins:

Maybe boris will be Cassie, the Bot in the mask(forgot the name) would be Holly and Alice is Roxy as Boris' guiding light(kinda like the scene in Blackhat's casino where boris saw a blinding light that granted his wish which was a map)

The Mimic would be the Night Terror

The glitched rabbit (MXE?) might be Michael bradley (i ran out of ideas, but this is what happened back in the labyrinth tho, he tried to protect boris in a not-so-helpful way, or maybe he was just too wary)

Im not familiar much so correct me if im wrong, im only familiar w fnaf1, fnaf sb and Ruins. So yea heres my thoughts, some blank. Also the characters switch roles in the fnaf games XD, idk but thats what i can think of, i like the Ruins part the most actually

HEY GUYS! There’s something new I think I wanna try!

So I just recently watched the FNAF movie (100% AMAZING, highly recommend) and it made me wanna draw something for a IM x FNAF crossover, mix, whatever. Idk what it’s officially called but mixing characters of the two universes into one design. So basically what I’ve done for the Little Nightmares AU and Security Breach AU.

So! I thought maybe I’ll let you decide for me!

I want you guys to go either comment or reblog this post with your idea on what you’d like to see for a crossover! You can pick any character from Inky Mystery or BABTQFTIM and FNAF. I’m gonna restrict the FNAF characters to solely the games and movie. (I haven’t read the books so I don’t know those characters). FNAF Security breach I guess might be on the table just don’t do the same match ups that I already have in the security breach AU (like picking cup x sundrop, or Felix x glam rock Freddy)

You guys will have to be specific about which animatronic or human character from which game your talking about. Because there are many different designs and variations of the main 4 animatronics and others across all the different games. (And yes, human characters like the purple guy, Elizabeth, etc are on the table. Just largely because a lot of human characters dont have a physical design it’ll have to be up to interpretation.)

I’ll give it a bit of time (like a couple days) then I’ll look at your answers. I’ll pick a couple of my favorites and see if I can draw them!

Also a few things to keep in mind.

- I will not draw everyone’s request. I’m gonna probably end up doing, like, 3 or so of them.

- Yes, you can submit multiple suggestions.

- FNAF games from 1 to the security breach: ruin DLC (idk how good imma be at drawing a ruined animatronic but we’ll find out.)

This i the first time I’ve done one of these so let’s see how this goes!

Thanks!

Midnight/Sanity

#siren screams #five nights at freddy's #inky mystery #crossover

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riffheartsgraziella · 3 years ago

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The Jet Couples Modern AU HC - Couples Vacation

A/N: This is a follow-up to my last Modern AU about Riff and Graz going on vacation!

⁃ After hearing about how much fun Riff and Graziella had on their cruise in the spring, the girls decide to plan a massive trip in the summer for the Jet couples—all 14 of them. ⁃ Though it involves some begging, pleading, and crying on some of their parts, the girls finally manage to get all their boyfriends on board, despite the price tag of the trip. ⁃ Graziella, Velma, and Mamie volunteer to be in charge of collecting the money and booking everything. Riff, Mouthpiece, and Diesel threaten to knock the other Jets’ heads together if they make anything difficult for their girlfriends. ⁃ Still in contact with the travel agent who helped her book the cruise with Riff, Graziella somehow manages to get 14 adjoining cabins (everyone agreed it would be best not to share a room with another couple), which means that all their balconies can be opened up. This makes it easy to access one another’s rooms when they need to, and leads to some fun nights hanging out during the duration of the cruise. ⁃ Graziella makes sure to secure scopolamine patches to help with Riff’s seasickness before they leave. They learned that lesson on their last cruise. ⁃ When all the couples arrive at the pier in New York to board the cruise, the elderly couples on line grumble about the “rowdy youngsters” who they worry will ruin their trip. ⁃ Since their rooms aren’t ready when they first board the ship, everyone immediately goes to the pool deck to claim deck chairs and share a toast at the bar. ⁃ Literally everyone on board is terrified of the Jet couples. There’s just so many of them. Within a few hours, everyone on the ship knows who they are. ⁃ As soon as the announcement is made that the cabins are ready, Action and Rhonda head to their room immediately. They spend a good portion of the time at sea in there, with the curtains drawn. ⁃ During the days at sea, the couples spend most of their time by the pool, tanning, drinking, and hanging out. The girls mostly want to lay out on their deck chairs, while the boys end up roughhousing in the pool, much to the annoyance of the older couples on board. ⁃ Mouthpiece, Diesel, and A-Rab repeatedly try to go down the slides, despite being told multiple times that the slides are only for children. The three of them manage to jump in on one occasion, all together, which results in them being banned from the slide area, much to Velma’s, Mamie’s, and Dot’s mortification. ⁃ At various points during their time on the pool deck, the girls end up getting scooped up by their boyfriends and tossed into the pool despite their shrieks of protest. ⁃ Baby John doesn’t want to toss Tessie into the water while she’s trying to tan, so the two of them sneak off to the buffet to avoid the mayhem. ⁃ Balkan ends up having to do a lot of groveling to a severely pissed off Tat when he gets her hair wet after tossing her into the pool—“Balkan! I spent an hour on my hair this morning!” ⁃ Mamie and Diesel are victorious in games of chicken against Karen and Ice and Sorella and Skink, but are eventually defeated by Graziella and Riff, who also beat Velma and Mouthpiece and Gussie and Snowboy. ⁃ At dinner, the restaurants on board are unable to accommodate all 28 members of their party at one table, so they have to split them in half. Riff, Graziella, Diesel, Mamie, Mouthpiece, Velma, Action, Rhonda, Ice, Karen, A-Rab, Dot, Baby John, and Tessie sit at one table, while Balkan, Tat, Big Deal, Natalie, Tiger, Mack, Numbers, Maxie, Skink, Sorella, Snowboy, Gussie, Little Moly, and Sweden sit at the other. ⁃ No one else stands a chance on the dance floor when the Jet couples go out dancing. ⁃ One night, the girls manage to get the boys just drunk enough to agree to a group performance of “Paradise by the Dashboard Light” at karaoke night. ⁃ Big Deal and Natalie spend a large portion of their time at the casino on board. Big Deal ends up winning a ton of money and buys Natalie the necklace she’s had her eye on. ⁃ Riff and Ice both decide to surprise Graziella and Karen with couples’ massages at the spa on the ship. ⁃ During one of their stops in the Bahamas, the group goes on an excursion to Blue Lagoon Island, where they buy tickets for a “wild life swim” that includes swimming with dolphins and stingrays. Baby John is scared of the stingrays, so he and Tessie end up staying on the beach. ⁃ The dolphins literally love Mamie, which makes Diesel ridiculously proud. “It’s ’cause she’s so cute,” he tells everybody. When their swim is over, Diesel buys Mamie a stuffed dolphin at the gift shop. ⁃ Action gets a terrible sunburn in the Bahamas, so Rhonda has to spend the night covering him in aloe. ⁃ On another stop at the cruise line’s private island, the girls order round after round of Pina Coladas while lying on the beach and end up getting very drunk. The boys have to stop them from trying to get up and dance on the bar. Riff winds up having to carry Graziella over his shoulder to get her back on the ship. The other girls don’t fare much better. ⁃ During one of the last nights of the cruise, all of the couples get a group picture on the main staircase of the ship. Each couple buys a copy of it as a memento of their trip. ⁃ When they finally arrive back in New York, everyone is tanned (or sunburned), happy, and well-rested. They start talking about how they have to make the Jet couples’ vacation a yearly tradition.

#the jet couples #the jets west side story #the jet girls west side story #the jet couples hc #the jet couples au #west side story #west side story 2021 #wss headcanons

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nightmaremp · 11 days ago

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Casino Mayhem AU:

"A cocktail, anyone?" - Zoot

#the muppets #dr teeth and the electric mayhem #zoot muppet #casino au #Casino Mayhem AU

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sunlightandsuffering · 3 years ago

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I feel like in the reverde gangsta au, the first time they have sexe is a totaly messy shit. Like they were basically fighting each other (again) for like, I don't know, Eren killed a man by jealousy ? And Mikasa was angry so she wanted to bit the shit out of him. But while they are fighting Eren makes the first move and they end up fucking like beasts. Since then, they have a kink for battle agressiv sexe 😂

AHAHA they definitely fight, idk about phyiscally but 90% of the time Mikasa wants to murder him 😂😂😂 she's such a shit disturber, fucking over his casinos. like she causes absolute mayhem, messing around with his guys and stuff, but they defs have kinky aggressive sex no doubt

#reverse gangsta au

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bruciewayne · 5 years ago

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(pt 6/? stevetony ocean’s 11 au, ao3 link in bio)

“You’re out of your goddamn minds!”

Steve, admittedly, has to acquiesce to that. “It’s never been tried before…” he says, in an attempt to appeal to Fury’s daring and ambitious side.

Fury scoffs. “Oh, it’s been tried, three times, unsuccessfully. What do you have that the other three didn’t?”

“A divorce,” Bucky mutters under his breath. Nat steps in his foot under the table and he attempts to hide his wince, to no avail if Fury’s raised eyebrow suggests anything.

“I know casino security and these guys… they have enough ammo and people to occupy Paris. And even if you manage to make it out of there, with your money and your life you seemed to have forgotten that you’d still be in the middle of the fucking desert!”

“Would I go to you with a half-assed plan?” Steve challenges, then amends after Fury’s look, “Would Nat let me show you this with a half-assed plan?”

“Fine.”

“They’re Laufeyson’s places.”

Fury pauses for a second. He knows exactly why Steve and his little, soon to be expanded, gang came to him: he has money, an entirely justified vendetta against the greasy little fucker, and incredibly misplaced trust in Steve Rogers.

“If you’re going to steal from Loki Laufeyson you better be prepared for the aftermath. This sort of thing used to be civilised. You’d hit a guy, he’d whack you. Done. Laufeyson… at the end of this, he better not know you're involved, not know your names, or think you're dead. Because he'll kill you, and then he'll go to work on you.”

“I know,” Steve says, simply, “we’ve gotta be careful, precise. Well funded.”

“And batshit crazy,” Fury adds. “Who you got?”

“Well, we’ll need an AV guy…”

Bucky watches the patrons of a coffee shop go about their daily routines, bleary-eyed students amongst immaculately dressed businesspeople interspersed with tired parents desperately trying to console their children, eventually finding Clint despite his seemingly desperate attempts to blend in with the haggard students, if his dress and general demeanour is anything to go by. Clint spots him barely a second after.

“What do you need?” Clint asks, pressing a hot drink into his hand a minute later.

“Can’t I just visit a friend?”

“Sure. Just a little sus’ that you’re making a social call less than a week after Rogers’ got out, don’t you think?”

Bucky grunts and doesn’t even question how he knows that Steve got out, instead, he presses a plane ticket and an address into his hand. “You better make it. He’s planning on taking down Loki,” he tells him before he does a significantly better job of blending into the crowds.

“...a demo guy…”

“Thor?” Steve suggests. Nat shakes her head.

“Overseas.”

“Technically,” Sam interjects, “on the seas.”

Steve doesn’t groan aloud but it’s a near thing, “Don’t tell me he’s with…”

“Hey, last I heard he’s settling fantastically into the pirate life!”

“With a guy who takes advice from his pet raccoon.”

To be fair, Steve doesn’t actively hate Quill and his gang of modern pirate mercenaries, he’s even worked with them before. But he does actively believe that Thor can do a lot better, though, if he’d blown up a small, mostly desolated Norweigian town and was on the run he too would go to sea.

“Well, who else do we have?”

Natasha watches from the safety of a cop car as alarms start blaring and, consequently, a stream of young, pretty criminals get arrested, Carol trailing behind at the end. She waits another minute, lets the real cops cuff her before she swoops in, flashes a badge and tells the disgruntled cop to “go get my partner, tell him we got this.” Under the guise of roughly handling her, she passes a set of materials to her, “That enough?”

Carol nods as Nat reminds the officer to go get her fictional partner. She hears a loud snap from behind Carol and she mutters “Thirty seconds.”

They make their way through the yellow tape, “Steve here?” Carol asks, tossing her makeshift explosive into an abandoned squad car.

“‘Round the corner,” Nat confirms, unlocking her handcuffs and tucking them into her pocket, “ten seconds?”

Carol grunts. “Almost. Be good working with professionals again.”

“Okay,” she says, after a beat, “go!” They both start running as Nat yells to her ‘colleagues’.

“Get down! There’s a bomb! Everybody down!!”

Amongst the chaos and mayhem, Carol and Nat manage to slip away mostly unnoticed; a baby in a strolling blinks distrustingly up at them as they pass them and their father, who appears to be very engaged in a phone call that seems to have taken a turn for the worst, but aside from that, they’ve made a fairly clean break.

“Captain.”

“Major.”

“Matt?”

“Isn’t he still mad at me?”

“He’s also still working pro bono for cherry pie.”

“You knock,” Steve tells Sam when they find themselves in front of a door that grandly declares that this is the location of Nelson, Murdock & Page.

Sam looks only slightly affronted. “Why me?”

“Matt doesn’t like me.”

Before they can carry on bickering the door swings open, and the man in question appears before their eyes. “Matt likes the Steve Rogers that doesn’t make him defend an undefendable case.”

“Aw, you think I’m undefendable?” Steev mocks, electing not to comment on the fact that 1. Matt talking in the third person heavily disturbs him, and he’s been to Jersey, and 2. he plead guilty.

“Ignore him” Sam interjects.

“Often do.”

“We have a score. Big one. Vegas.”

If emotions could radiate from people, Matt would be screaming suspicion and distrust. He doesn’t do well in casinos far too much input, though he has enough faith in Steve that he’s pretty sure he’ll never actually cross the threshold. “I’m the whole list, aren’t I?”

Steve looks in betrayal at Sam, “He’s the whole list?” Sam, as he also often does, ignores Steve.

“Combination of cons. One night. $150 million between us.”

“You’re lucky it’s a slow week,” Matt grumbles, before he shuts the door in their face.

“Well. That went better than I thought it would.”

Sam just rolls his eyes and shoves Steve in the general direction of out.

“Eight should be enough, right?”

Nat shrugs, mentally ticks through their current roster and matches the skill sets to jobs and watches Steve do the same.

“You think we need one more?”

Nat shrugs, tilts her head. She could do it, Matt could probably do it but...

“You think we need one more.”

Nat shrugs again.

“Okay. we’ll get one more.”

Steve doesn’t often get the subway. It brings back… interesting memories. This time, he’s not going particularly anywhere, just watching a guy who looks barely old enough to graduate high school - by recommendation of JJJ. The train comes to a sudden stop and all the commuters sway forth with the air of people who have come to expect it land have given up fighting it, like a child with a broken backpack, with the exception of Parker. He, committing subway etiquette blasphemy, bumps into a guy who looks like he believes he’s too good for the subway, sleek, well-dressed Wall Street type. Steve has fond memories of breaking into guys like his houses. Parker, in one of the smoothest lifts Steve’s ever seen, takes the guy’s Apple watch and his wallet, muttering a shy, bashful, “Sorry,” after.

Steve follows him, unnoticed, as he gets off the packed train into an even more crowded station. He’s not in any rush: he’s done this before. Parker fluidly dodges the crowds with the ease of a kid who grew up here, who grew up blending in without any intention of hiding.

Steve brushes up against him, without acknowledging him in the slightest and forges on, plan fulfilled. All he has to do it wait. Then, out of pure curiosity, he doubles back and follows him through a series of back alleys until he reaches the backside an apartment complex flirting with ‘decrepit’. Parker takes maybe two steps back before swinging himself up 2, 3, 4 floors via the fire escape. A broad skillset could get one very far in this world.

Up in apartment 4C, Peter Parker empties his pockets to find the Apple watch and, instead of the overstuffed wallet, to his dismay, he unpockets a business card with a name, location, and time. Well, if he’s going to be kidnapped at least the culprit has been kind enough to give their name - possibly an alias, the primary location - a relatively popular diner, and the time - dinner.

When he gets to Ditko & Lee, a man, steely-eyed and ruggedly handsome with the beard, makes eye contact with him. On the tabletop next to a half-drunk cup of coffee, there’s the wallet from the Wall Street guy. Against all better instincts, Peter approaches him.

“Who are you?” Peter asks, a name just doesn’t cut it for him.

“Friend of JJJ,” Steve replied. Peter supposes he intended to be vague and somewhat mysterious and elusive, but to Peter’s admittedly limited knowledge, Mr. Jameson doesn’t actually have that many friends. “Sit down.”

Peter sits.

Out of his jacket pocket, Steve brings out a plane ticket and places it parallel to the wallet. He keeps his hand over it. “This is a plane ticket, job offer. In or out, right now.”

“What if I say no?”

Steve shrugs. “We get someone not as good and you can go back to… petty pickpocketing, Peter Parker.”

He considers it. It could be a trap, what for, he’s not entirely sure, but he’s come across many a shady person in his life. Steve is definitely shady, but he feels like he wouldn’t screw him over. Peter thinks it’s the eyes.

He looks down at the wallet and the ticket, equidistant from him. One or the other. Take it or leave it.

Steve, as a test for more his own enjoyment than anything else, decides to signal a passing waitress for a refill. When he turns back to the table the wallet is still there, but the ticket is gone.

“That’s the best lift you’ve done yet,” Steve had, at the very least, expected to feel it. Maybe he’s losing his touch, getting soft.

“Las Vegas, huh?”

Steve shrugs. “America’s playground.”

“I didn't know you owned casinos?” Steve said rolling over to face Tony properly. It’s stupidly late, a kind of late that’s really far too much into the next day to really, feasibly be perceived as stupidly late and really, is stupidly early, early enough that the sun’s begun it’s daily rise, streaming in soft, pale dawn light through Steve’s loft’s windows. They’d stayed up the entire night, just talking, actually getting to know each other.

“Technically,” Tony said, fighting a yawn, “I don’t. A subsidiary of Stark Industries owns the bank that owns some of the casinos down there.” His hair was messy, not intentionally, black-and-white photoshoot in a workshop that’s actually very well composed soundstage, but ridiculous bedhead messy. Steve rarely found Tony not gorgeous, but right now, curled in his comforter, light casting long, lazy shadows dancing around the room, Tony seemed so vulnerable and trusting and open and he knew it was way too early for words as strong as these, but he was falling, he’s falling hard and fast and all he could think was I love you.

So instead he made a stupid joke. The type that you would only find even the slightest bit funny if you had been awake for over a day and now found yourself in a situation where time moved like sticky sweet syrup, where urgency had never bothered to be invented, where you’re so drunk on intimacy and love you can barely see what’s ahead of you, and honestly, in that moment, in the moment where nothing else exists and it feels like the world was made for you and for them and for you to be together in that moment, you can’t care that you can’t see what’s looming ahead.

“Casino’s are like… fairgrounds for adults. With greater consequences,” Steve wasn’t sure if the sentence even makes sense, but Tony giggled and he found that he couldn’t care for grammatical structure and other such follies.

“America’s playground,” Tony mumbled, far more interested in pressing feather-light kisses to Steve’s jaw, tender and loving. Maybe, Steve let himself think, let himself hope that he felt it too. Hard and fast and damned foolish.

#steve rogers x tony stark #stevetony #superhusbands #stevetony fic #stony #stony fic #superhusbands fic #steve rogers #tony stark #my fic #my writing #steve rogers/tony stark #i must say i am really vibing the rusty/danny nat/steve comparison the wordless communication between them was one of my #favourite scenes between them in the fim #the non verbal communication! the inherent closeness and being known!#anything this was meant to be posted like 10 hrs ago when i posted it on ao3 but then my laptop died kdsjfghkdfjg #*mine

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im-a-special-bebe · 5 years ago

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Beautiful Liar

Warnings: Violence, language, Drug Lord AU

(Reposted from my AFF account)

Molly’s his adopted sister, Mary Jane’s his best friend, and HeroinE’s the pseudonym his favorite author goes by – at least that’s what he tells the outsiders. Drug Lord Chae Hyungwon has the right friends in the right places, because the ones in the wrong place at the wrong time don’t make it out. He’s got the keys to the castle and his eyes on the gold coffers. He just doesn’t expect to find a different kind of treasure.

When Hyungwon walked into his biggest rival’s grandest casino, he didn’t expect the night to include broken bottles and scraped knuckles – and he hadn’t even been kicked out yet.

When Yoon Mi Cha decided to head to her father’s main business for a drink after a rough day, she didn’t expect a hailstorm of bullets.

But as they were both about to find out, C’est La Vie.

Part 1 | Part 2 (Coming soon)

Chapter – 1: Fake People Showing Fake Love to Me

‘Another water for you, Sir?’ the smartly-dressed bartender asked politely as he wiped a glass down, though Hyungwon could feel the judgement in the man’s stare.

‘Yes. Don’t like to start the party too early.’ Or at all in this case, he thought as he managed a wry smile that turned out to be more of a grimace.

How the kingpin of an entire country’s illegal drug business had been the one to end up on a recon mission to scope out an enemy was anyone’s guess (especially since he had no clue what to look for in the first place), but Hyungwon grudgingly put that thought away for now.

He looked around the large room, a slightly disdainful expression taking over his handsome features. Yoon Moon Jae, esteemed owner of this establishment – and his primary business rival – had taken being part of the underground much too literally. Not only was the huge casino three floors below the first level, but the cavernous space was exactly that – a man-made cave, complete with exposed fake, jagged rock walls. The heavily mountainous appearance was lit up by scones of actual fire that cast flickering shadows around the hundred odd playing tables and seating areas and created an ominous aura along with contrasting chrome pendant lights. The overall effect was like stepping into a sci-fi movie.

Nonetheless, the actual centerpiece was what Hyungwon was seated beneath. A large amount of funds – gained by encroaching on his territory, no doubt – had gone to the massive chandelier that hung above. The behemoth glass giant was made up of a beehive of thousands of little shelves that contained countless colorful bottles of liquor, and it was these shelves that were lined with LED-lights, hideously incongruous to the nature of a chandelier itself. The glass converged to a steep point that coincided with the center of the bar he was at.

Lovely, let’s just wait for that to fall on our heads.

As a rule, the young, twenty-six-year-old drug lord (and prominent mafia affiliate) absolutely detested bar stools. Per the usual pattern, his tall stature ensured that he was hunched over the tiny seat, his head resting in one of his long-fingered hands, and he was sorely tempted to just slump down on the bar instead. His body started to settle into an uncaring slouch, and he winced as he heard the distinct crack of his phone hitting the floor after falling out of his pocket as a result.

‘Goddammit.’ He cursed, impatiently brushing his ash blond hair out of his eyes as he bent to pick up the broken device. Through the corner of his beautifully-shaped and well-trained eye, he noted that someone had taken up the seat beside him.

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‘Oh Gosh, you scared me!’ Mi Cha exclaimed as the man next to her straightened up.

For a moment she forgot how to speak.

Her first thought was that it was unfair for a man to have lips like that – puffy, plump, a delicate natural shade of petal pink that women would kill for. Mi Cha couldn’t help but stare at how beautifully his perfect cupid’s bow aligned with his long, straight nose. She’d seen her share of pretty faces – she was a model after all, and about fifty fashion shoots later, all the features seemed to blend together, each prettier than the next, and yet none compared to his ethereal exquisiteness. Her curious eyes wandered over his high cheekbones, sharp jawline, and his hooded eyes, colored a deep aquamarine by obvious lenses, but so eerily electric all the same.

A flat eyebrow, dark against his flawless skin arched at her questioningly, and Mi Cha realized that maybe her perusal had become a little too obvious.

‘Didn’t see you there.’ He said at length, his voice a lazy, gravelly drawl as she cleared her throat.

‘Yeah, me neither.’ She replied as the bartender turned away, having noted her order of a Tequila Sunrise. She was starting off strong with the purpose of being drunk enough to forget her own name. One cranky director, two rather handsy co-models, and three different bouts of not-her-fault dressing downs later, she figured she had enough justification.

Too bad all she got was half a sip.

When the first bottle shattered, Mi Cha assumed that someone had probably just been clumsy. When the second one broke, she thought that maybe an argument had broken out. It wasn’t until the third one burst right in front of her that she heard the distinct pew, pew, pew, and falling bodies.

That’s when the screams began.

In the resulting mayhem that caused a maelstrom of people moving in all directions, there was nowhere to run. The chrome lights overhead exploded as they were struck by stray (or purposeful, there was no way to tell) bullets, further reducing the visibility until only the haunting illumination from the wall scones remained. Her blood froze in her veins as she uncomprehendingly lowered herself to the floor, crouching under the bar for shelter, her father’s gruff voice ringing in her ears.

‘You here that sound, my girl?’

Seven-year-old Mi Cha had nodded hesitantly as they stood in the vast garden which could be considered the backyard of her house, both unsure of everything and a little scared of why the man she trusted most suddenly had a weird gun in his hand.

‘Daddy, what is that?’ she’d asked, pointing to the strange attachment.

‘A silencer,’ he’d replied as he’d shot a tree again, ‘If you ever hear this, you run as far as you can, understood? Promise me.’

Her tiny pinky finger had quietly wrapped around his.

The forgotten memories swirled in her head, everything too fast for coherent thought, and as she snapped her head around, searching for a way out of this hellhole, for the second time that night, her eyes met startlingly bright sea-green.

The stranger from before blinked slowly. Before her overwhelmed mind could register that although he shared her uncertain position, his gaze exposed an unnerving calmness, unyielding hands gripped her in a punishing grasp and she was roughly dragged to her feet.

She stumbled on her tall heels, cursing the fact that she chose to come here straight after the shoot ended, and right after she was jerked upright, a harsh blow struck the side of her face.

And that was the first time she’d known what that felt like.

Tears reflexively streamed down her cheeks as she tried to get past the pounding in her brain. She fell into someone, and a now-familiar voice said to her lowly, ‘Hey, snap out of it.’

She looked up to see ash blond hair and full lips pressed together in a disapproving grimace.

‘So nice to finally meet you, Yoon Mi Cha.’

The woman turned and met the shallow, bloodshot eyes of a man she didn’t know.

‘What do you want from me?’

‘Why don’t you ask your father?’

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ She said truthfully.

‘All in good time.’ was the chilling reply.

Who’s this?’ his sleazy voice crowed as he gave the blond man behind her a once-over. Mi Cha felt a shiver run through her as she saw that they’d been surrounded by at least ten men, all clad in disheveled black suits in varying stages of disrepair, and each man a worrying degree of being more brutal-looking and ham-handed than the last.

‘N-No one.’ She managed shakily, and the middle-aged thug in front of her grinned, his beady black eyes flicking from her to their other captive.

The handsome stranger who now had a gun painfully shoved to his temple. Although he somehow looked more annoyed than appalled at the situation.

‘Nobodies don’t make the guest list~’ the thug said, his sing-song voice rousing laughter from his accomplices.

Mi Cha met the man’s eyes, his gaze steely and boring into her, and she knew that she couldn’t just let him die.

‘Boyfriend.’ She choked out, ‘he’s my boyfriend.’

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Not that Hyungwon fancied death-by-degenerate all that much, but he couldn’t help but feel a little miffed at being dragged into a mess that he hadn’t help create in the first place.

‘Let me do you guys a favor and make sure you stay together until death do you part.’ The apparent leader of this sorry band of miscreants cackled.

The only indication that he’d winced was given by the slight pursing of his lips as the man backhanded the young woman. This time, the force of it brought her to the glass-littered floor. This time, she didn’t get up.

He watched as a lackey carelessly gathered her slim body. With a thin strap of her deep-cut floor-length red dress slipping down one shoulder and one long, pale leg exposed by the slit that ran up to a few inches below her hip, she seemed rather fragile.

‘Let’s take a hike, pretty boy.’ The man holding him jeered, distracting him from his observation.

Dear God, they need more work on their dialogues.

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Hyungwon had ended up in the empty back of a nondescript black van with his wrists cuffed to a handhold above his head. Apparently, his sardonic look hadn’t gone over well with the brutes for hire. His lovely companion had ended up tossed onto the dirty, thinly-carpeted floor of the vehicle, her hands restrained behind her back and pulling her body in what was sure to be a very uncomfortable position. However, she was still out cold, which was good, because she hadn’t been mentally present to experience the gangsters disgustingly grope her legs to remove her phone from her thigh holster strap. Unlike the rather daunting name and purpose, the thin material had only contained an ID, a credit card, a couple 50,000 won notes, and her flashy new iPhone. All the men had cared about was her communication device, and after apprehensively witnessing what had happened to her, he had wisely tossed his own cracked phone over.

He watched the lights zoom past outside the darkly tinted windows, and as they became scarcer, he noted that they were moving into the shadier parts of town. Where people like him roamed carelessly. A line from the conversation earlier kept spinning through his mind.

‘Why don’t you ask your father?’

She’d looked like she genuinely hadn’t known what was going on, or why she was being practically hunted.

A glance at the fallen ID by his Italian leather-clad left foot gave away the barest of details – Yoon Mi Cha, 25 years old, Resident of Seoul.

Still, a name was a start.

In the rush to get the victims away, their driver had ignored too many speed bumps to count, and as the car jumped from the impact from another one, the woman on the floor was jerked back into consciousness.

She struggled like a frenzied animal, trying to get free of her bindings, and panicked dry sobs fell from her mouth as she took in her surroundings. Her terrified dark eyes wandered rapidly before they settled on him as heaving breaths fell from her mouth in stuttered gasps.

‘Where are we?’

‘On the highway to hell, if you will.’

Despite her alarm, she scowled at him in irritation.

‘We have to get out of here.’ She said.

‘My necklace. There’s a bobby pin.’

The traffic lights they swept past painted her pale face with soft red and green through the dirty dimmed windows as multiple queries warred in her stunned gaze.

The clear winner was of course, “Who the hell are you?”, but she didn’t ask.

‘You’re not law enforcement.’ She said. It wasn’t a question.

‘Never said I was.’

With an almost bursting silence, she shuffled onto her knees and drew near before pausing apprehensively between his long, outstretched legs.

She had obviously come to the realization that since she was still hindered by her bound hands, there was only one way to get to the tiny object they needed – and she didn’t like it.

‘Yes, this was all my master plan to get you to breathe on me.’ Hyungwon deadpanned, impatient at her hesitation.

Her timidity gave way to a firm resolve as she moved closer.

And yet, for all his earlier speech, it was him who held unnaturally still when he felt her shallow exhales brush against his collarbone, her eyes never wavering from his.

The feared drug lord not-so-discreetly swallowed as her soft lips traced the impossibly thin polished platinum chain. Her teeth delicately scraped the skin between the toned planes of his chest to take the pin into her mouth and he finally let go of the air that had frozen in his lungs.

Hyungwon was utterly glad that their activities were hidden from the goons by a partition, even though something like that was of course most useful to keep away unnecessary distractions like noises – not to mention that it was the best way to contain blood splatter. He tried not to dwell on that for now since they’d been left alone, which was a great chance to escape.

Absolute amateurs. He’d never make the rookie mistake of letting captives be by themselves – much less do this kind of grunt work himself – but then again, this whole thing was not his style to begin with.

Silky strands of the woman’s long, dark hair tickled his cheek, drawing back his attention as she stretched to her limit, trying to somehow get the bobby pin into his hands. The awkward position also put her perky breasts, tantalizingly exposed by the low bodice of her gown right in his face, and for a second all he could think about was how perfectly they’d fit in the palm of his hand.

Not good.

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His aquamarine eyes had settled on her and every moment had felt like years as she’d burned with the icy fire of his steady gaze. Mi Cha had given out a shaky sigh of relief when his heavy lids had finally shut, allowing his lashes to brush the tops of his high cheekbones.

She pushed the pin from between her lips and into his hands.

Then his long fingers fumbled, and the blasted object would have been lost on the disgusting shag beneath them had it not been for her quick mouth catching it and settling it back into his grip again.

His startling irises sported a trace of sheepishness before he looked up to silently focus on tinkering with the cuffs.

‘Who are you, anyway?’ he asked her conversationally, as if they weren’t in the back of a dingy van speeding off to God knows where. As if she wasn’t the one who should have been questioning him instead.

‘You first.’

‘Hyungwon.’

She waited – with all of two syllables, that was barely an answer, let alone an introduction – but all he gave her was a sidelong glance and a raised eyebrow until she dropped it.

‘Mi Cha.’ She replied stubbornly.

‘Any idea why our lovely tour guides would come after you, Mi Cha?’ Hyungwon drawled.

Her temper flared, but was tamped down by the thought of the very real danger they were in.

‘I don’t know. I’m a model,’ – he briefly paused at that – ‘but I don’t have any connections that would get me in trouble like this.’

‘Well, it has to be something. They mentioned your father earlier.’

‘He doesn’t have anything to do with this either, he’s just a casino owner.’

‘The one we were at?’

‘Yeah, that’s the one. Someone must have pissed off someone else and now they’re after my father. Great.’

Mi Cha sighed in frustration, every passing minute making her more antsy as she rested her head on the partition that separated the back of the van from the driver’s area. If she’d been paying attention, she’d have noticed the way his hands stilled infinitesimally, right before the cuff’s hinge gave way with a too-easy click under his practiced fingers.

But as it was, the large vehicle chose that moment to swerve, threateningly close to tipping over, and she’d have flown into the back hatch door had it not been for the strong arms that pulled her to safety. The van righted itself as she was yanked back, and as a result, Mi Cha found herself pressed face-first into Hyungwon’s collarbone, the light magnolia and mint scent of his expensive cologne filling her nostrils.

She tried to disentangle herself, but he held her there – kneeling between his legs and pressed to his chest – with a slightly hoarse ‘Stay still, the lighting’s better this way.’

Mi Cha could barely breathe as his delicate touch brushed over her wrists and he released her raw and aching hands.

‘Now what?’

‘How good is your speed on the treadmill?’

She pulled off her heels as the lanky man moved towards one of the side doors.

It seemed that they had reached the intended destination, since the van started to slow down from its breakneck pace, but Hyungwon didn’t wait for a stopping point as he yanked the handle back and pulled the door open.

The cold night air was a blast of harsh trepidation in her face. They were surrounded by narrow, dingy streets, littered with broken trash and filth, and towering, empty warehouses and shuttered stores. Busted streetlights flickered eerily. The hushed whispers from the polished company she kept had been little more than cheap gossip in describing how daunting the shady part of town was in person.

‘Jump.’ He commanded, and Mi Cha didn’t have to be told twice as she launched herself out of the damned vehicle, staggering heavily as she regained her footing.

Her companion was much more agile, and she didn’t even have a second to think of anything before his long fingers were wrapping around hers as he promptly broke into a run, dragging her along with him down a dark alley.

Loud, aggravated shouts broke out behind them, and she tried to ignore everything, which was hard to do when the number of footsteps giving chase increased. No doubt, backup had arrived.

The blood rushing to her brain dulled the pain from the debris on the ground slicing into her bare feet. The only thing in her vision was the back of Hyungwon’s ash blond head and his leather-jacket clad back as he led her through one grimy path after another, the buildings so close together that a bike would have had a hard time passing through. The yells and curses behind them grew louder and closer, and chills shot down her spine.

A striking crack sounded as Hyunwon kicked open a thin door, and then pushed her through into an unlit warehouse. Rows after rows of two-story high columns of crates and boxes made the place a maze. They hurried through the gaps and the she was being pushed to the floor behind a large container.

‘Stay here.’

‘Wh-where are you going?’ she managed, her voice shaking.

‘To find a way out.’

‘I’ll come with – ‘

‘No. I’ll come find you. Stay here.’

There was no room for argument with the finality in his low voice, and he gave her what she supposed was meant to be a reassuring nod before he left.

Mi Cha crouched on the dust-covered linoleum, her senses on high alert. A rather ironic Son and Sons stamp stared at her as she stared at its imprint on the crate in front of her.

Then came the echoing voices and footfalls.

Worn out shoes squeaked against the floor as their presence came nearer.

‘Find them! I’m not losing my balls for a high society bitch and her boy toy.’

‘They can’t have gone far, boss.’

‘You can give me that bullshit after you fucking find them, Jang.’

They were closer now, and fear had her mind whirring and her heart racing.

Stay or run?

Run or fight?

Even as the thought crossed her mind, she knew that there was no way she could take on two of them and make it out alive.

Terror fused ice in her veins, and she was about to gather the remnants of her courage and make a run for it when the dull thud of something accidentally falling over had a sudden silence covering the area.

‘That way.’ One of the men decided, and she heard them move away in the direction of the sound.

Mi Cha barely had a moment to let out a small sigh of relief before a smooth palm clamped over her mouth and an arm locked around her, pinning her hands to her sides.

And then she was fighting, twisting, turning, struggling to free herself from the constricted, ungiving grasp.

‘Shh. It’s me.’

Hyungwon.

Her breaths slowly calmed from fraught pants to deeper exhales as he released her.

‘This way.’ He said, and she mindlessly followed him, eager to be out of there.

Once he was sure they weren’t being followed, the tall man quickly moved through tight passageways to get them both outside, but he didn’t stop there. They walked past one dilapidated building after another, until one street was finally lit up by the dim light of a tiny convenience store. With old, blurry glass windows and peeling paint, it looked like you were likely to leave with much less money than planned based on the appearance of the current patrons of the shop.

Mi Cha watched as Hyungwon told her to wait, and nonchalantly strolled up to a man in his early thirties with a receding hairline and a loose black hoodie and jeans that probably needed a good wash. The man looked up from his motorcycle as Hyungwon spoke.

‘Here. I need your bike.’

She hadn’t even noticed him pull out the thin wad of 50,000 won notes.

‘No way dude. This is – ‘

The man stopped, his eyes widening to impossible limits as Hyungwon ever-so-casually adjusted his jacket, giving the man a subtle glimpse of the small revolver tucked into the inside pocket of the soft material.

Well, she definitely hadn’t noticed that either. And if she hadn’t been apprehensive before, she was now.

Just who the hell is he?

The other man practically ran for his life – but only after he’d snatched the money from her companion’s hand.

As the blond man turned towards her, she reflexively took a step back, and a stray sharp shard of glass cut into her foot.

‘Ow.’

Hearing her own voice broke the dam to let loose the flood that she had been holding at bay. In that moment of pause, the adrenaline that had been driving her drained away. Everything stormed into her brain at once – the flying bullets, the way she’d been hit, kidnapped, hurt, the men after her for no reason at all – and all of it hit her hard.

And then she was trembling, her thin arms wrapping around herself and her fingernails digging into her skin.

Her terrified eyes met his aquamarine irises, and something swirled and changed in their depths because then he was moving towards her, enveloping her into his arms. He ignored her initial squeak and as he rubbed a hand on her back, her composure returned bit by bit.

‘Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.’

His throaty voice reverberated through her, and his magnolia and mint scent was calming as she nodded into his chest.

At length, he pulled away, and for a moment, all he did was look into her dark eyes, an undecipherable expression on his face, like he was scrutinizing some idea in his head. She blinked, and the moment broke.

‘You’re good to go.’ He said.

Where would I go? Where do I go? I’m so lost.

‘They might come after me again.’ Mi Cha whispered.

‘They might.’

I’m scared, I’m so scared. I don’t want to die.

‘The street down there leads to the main road. I can give you enough for a taxi.’

Alone? At this hour? I don’t want to. I don’t want to be by myself. My God, I don’t even know this man, but he just saved my life. I … trust him.

‘Can I come with you?’

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Guilt wasn’t an emotion that Hyungwon was unfamiliar with, but he was able to brush it aside pretty easily for the most part. It was just a little harder that day, when he had this woman who was relieved to see him, who accepted being in his arms as a source of comfort after a harrowing experience, who trusted him.

She did, he could see it in those beautiful, dark eyes of hers.

And yet, he couldn’t just give up on Yoon Moon Jae’s only daughter when she was right in front of him, practically handed to him on a silver platter, all innocence and naivete because she sure as hell had no clue what her father actually did to make his money. The very daughter that Moon Jae had spent years’ worth of time and energy concealing so that no one knew her face and no one had ever heard her name. She was perfect in every way. A perfect beauty, she had an amazing resilience under trying circumstances – and she was the perfect weakness for his enemy.

He almost felt bad. Almost.

‘You’re good to go.’ He said.

Never. It’s too late for you.

‘They might come after me again.’

‘They might.’

They will. You’re a dead woman walking.

‘The street down there leads to the main road. I can give you enough for a taxi.’ Hyungwon forced himself to say.

I’ll never let you go. Just a little more, darling.

‘Can I come with you?’

Perfect.

(To be continued … )

#hyungwon #chae hyungwon #monsta x hyungwon #mx hyungwon #hyungwon fanfic #monsta x fanfic #drug lord au #monsta x scenarios #mx scenarios #hyungwon scenarios #hyungwon fic

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lenfaz · 6 years ago

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Sea Squad, Ch. 11 (11/14)

Summary: Killian Jones has always managed tough spots in his con life… but never like this one. His brother is out of jail and convinced the only way to win his name back is to heist the casino of a major Vegas mogul, leaving Killian to do the planning. He now has to deal with a half-brother desperate to gain a name of his own, an ex-fling that carries her own torch against the casino mogul, his brother losing his mind over his ex-wife, his former mentor’s depression and the one woman he can’t get out of his mind giving him chase. Ocean’s Eleven AU

Rating: M

Content warnings: semi-explicit sexual content, law-breaking (they are thieves, liars and con men), mild violence (someone will get punched), mention of former relationships (for the main pair) and cheating (but not for the main pair)

Banner (link to banner post) and art by the amazing @clockadile Go check her art tag for the fic here!

This fic would never exist without the wonderful @sambethe who convinced me to do over hot chocolate on one cold Chicago afternoon and virtually held my hand and betaed this fic for months. thank you SO much for everything you do.

A/N: A long time ago there was talk about Hook & his sea friends and a few collective posts shaped the idea of a Sea Squad. This fic is the attempt to bring that creativity to life. Tagging @queen-mabs-revenge @thesschesthair and @jvosketches as they were part of that initial thinking back in the day. If a few things sound familiar, it’s because they are based on the movie.

Link to FFnet & AO3

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Chapter 11

Mayhem. Total and complete mayhem.

The darkness surrounded Emma and her hand went directly to the taser she carried at her lower back. She positioned herself closer to Belle and one thought repeated through her mind as the seconds ticked by.

How the fuck had Killian pulled this one off?

The lights came back on suddenly, their brightness blinding for a brief moment. She reached for Belle, ensuring she was still standing next to her.

And then chaos erupted.

In the ring, the two boxers were fighting, their people trying to pull them apart as tempers ran high. The violence spread to the audience and Emma could only imagine what the casino floor would be like. The lights out, all those chips within reach, everyone blind and no one to put a stop to it. It would be too big a temptation for most people.

She was sure it wasn’t pretty on the floor.

Moving into action, she instructed Belle to grab her coat and stood next to her as they exited the arena with Gold. The man’s face was twisted into a grimace, his eyes flashing bright and his posture rigid. A man like him didn’t like losing control and that was exactly what was happening, and on a night that required him to take extra precaution. If Killian had wanted to put the man on edge, he sure picked the exact thing to do just that.

Emma’s hand twitched at her side as she remembered that Killian was currently being held somewhere in this building, at the mercy of Gold and the thugs that made up his ‘security’ team. But before she could follow those thoughts to their natural conclusion, her jacket pocket vibrated and an unknown ringtone blared through the air around them. Shaking her head in confusion, she reached inside her pocket as Gold and Belle halted.

She looked down to find a burner phone, the display flashing with an incoming call from an unknown number.

“Are you going to answer, Miss Swan?” Gold’s voice was flat and curt, a man obviously annoyed by another interruption to his already hectic evening.

“This isn’t mine,” Emma stated before she swiped the screen and answered the call. “Hello?”

“Can I speak with Mr. Gold, please.” The voice on the other side was distorted, and not by static. Something was masking the voice to make it unrecognizable.

The hairs on the nape of her neck rose in an instant, but she tamped it down. Panicking right now would solve nothing. Keeping her voice calm and even, she handed the phone over to Gold. “They are requesting to speak with you.”

With a huff, Gold grabbed the phone from her hand and put it in his ear. “Who is this?”

The reply came loud and clear through the speaker. “The man who’s robbing you.”

Emma turned around, her eyes scanning the place as she reached for her taser. There were multiple incidents going on around them, but nothing security wasn’t already handling. Gold seemed to have done the same, because his reply came back a second later.

“I don’t see anything going on in my casino that my team is not already taking care of.”

“You might want to take a closer look, Mr. Gold.”

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The trek to the security room was a short one, and while neither of them ran, they sure put some speed in their steps. Muting the phone, Gold entered the room, his eyes scanning the monitors.

“Is there something out of order on any of the floors? The vault? The library?!?”

The security guards sat with their backs straight, all of them leaning in to study their monitors. “Everything looks fine, sir. We had a couple of incidents on the floor, but nothing that our team doesn’t now have under control.”

Just as they finished speaking, a few of the monitors blinked, their images suddenly changing. Emma’s eyes widened as she walked towards the monitors, what she saw on them making her gasp out loud despite herself. Three masked men were in the vault, tossing stacks of cash onto bags that laid on the floor. The three guards charged to protect the vault were lying bound and unconscious in the corridor, their submachine guns pushed well out of reach.

Gold was being robbed. And she knew exactly by whom.

Emma turned to find Gold clenching his jaw, and the hand that wasn’t holding the phone morphed into a fist at his side. “Find out how much money we have in there tonight.”

The room erupted into a buzz of activity, the noise making hard for Emma to concentrate on anything other than the masked figures moving around unhindered the best-guarded vault in Las Vegas.

The ice in Gold’s voice broke her from her thoughts. “Alright, dearie. You've broken into my vault. Congratulations, you're a dead man.”

“There’s no need for threats, Robert.”

Gold looked like he wanted to punch something. Or someone. “Here’s a non-threat for you: good luck trying to exit my vault - or my casino for that matter - unscathed. You’re trapped down there.”

“Mhmmm. Perhaps. Perhaps I’ll simply have you carry the money out of the vault for me. By now your records have told you that you have a little over 160 million in that vault, you know, with it being fight night and all. Now, take a closer look.”

Everyone in the room - Gold, Emma, Belle, the security personnel - leaned closer to the monitors. Next to the bags being packed sat a stack of money in the middle of the floor, carefully bound with a few packs resting on top

“Are you watching? That there is half of your money, being held hostage and booby-trapped.”

Gold closed his eyes and punched the console next to the video feed. Time seemed to stretch for an eternity, but it had to have been no more than a minute or two. When he opened his eyes, he stared directly at Emma. “Miss Swan, please escort Belle to her suite and keep her safe.”

“But Robert, I -” Belle started, but Gold waived his hand in dismissal.

“I need to deal with this, Belle.”

He turned his back on them without another word, completely focused on talking to his security people. Belle’s face crumpled for a second, the hint of a few tears coming to her eyes. Before Emma could reach out to offer support, she shook her head, turned around, and stormed out of the room. Emma hurried after her, trying to keep up with Belle’s furious steps.

“Belle, wait!” she called after her.

Without warning, Belle came to a halt and Emma almost ran into her. As she took a step back, she looked over Belle’s shoulder to see what had caused her to freeze in her tracks.

A familiar back dressed in white shirt.

A familiar head of black hair.

And a very familiar voice speaking over the phone.

“You let half of the money go, and you get to keep your eighty. That's the deal. You try to stop us, we'll blow everything up. You’ll lose it all.”

He slowly turned around, Emma was faced with a smirking Killian Jones giving both her and Belle a once over. Biting his lower lip, he tilted his head and spoke again. “Gold, you can choose to secretly lose eighty million dollars tonight or you can lose a hundred sixty million publicly. It's your decision. I’ll even give you five minutes to think about it, but at the end of that time, I’ll need to know... Do we have a deal?”

Putting the phone on mute, he lifted his chin towards them. “Hello, love. Did you miss me?”

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“Killian how did you-?”

“Escape?” The bastard cut her off, a smug grin sliding across his face. “It cost me a few million, but nothing I can’t afford if this goes through. Which it will.”

The ass had the nerve to wink at her with that last one.

If Killian thought Gold would fold that easily, he was deluding himself. “Gold is not going to fall for this trick, Killian.” She wasn’t sure why she was saying anything at all, she should be calling Gold’s security and having Killian escorted to one of their holding rooms. Again.

She should. Gold had hired her. She worked for the man and needed this night to go smoothly so she could finally have the answers she’d been looking for.

As if reading her mind, Killian smug smile faded, his eyes filling with concern. “Gold was never going to help you. He’ll find a loophole in the deal and back out. Or he’ll find some way to string you along, promises of just one more job before he delivers on what he’s promised. Deep inside, you know it. You know I’m right.” He caressed her cheek, and she wanted nothing more than to lean into it and forget the world outside of them existed. He moved his arm, holding the phone back as he leaned in, his forehead almost touching hers. “I have the answers you seek, Emma.”

His confession took the air from her lungs. He couldn’t know, could he? Emma searched his eyes looking for the lie, for any hint that his words were just an attempt to con her. But there was nothing but truth swimming in the blue of his eyes and the broken way he whispered fervently. “Come with me. Your career is in shambles. You know he was behind several bad deals gone wrong. You know none of his promises matter. Come with me, love."

She hesitated, her heart beating frantically against her chest, her thoughts racing through her head. She wanted two seconds, just two seconds to breathe and think this through.

Belle’s voice brought both of them back from their own little world. “Wait a minute…” She looked between the two of them. Realization dawned in her eyes. “This is her? She’s the one from Tuscany?” She swatted at Killian’s arm. “I can’t believe you, Killian Jones.”

Chuckling, he pulled away from Emma. “You can’t believe what? The lengths we would go to get the girl?” His eyes glinted with mischief. “Think again, Belle, and while you’re at it, think about where your husband might be right now.”

Belle stomped her foot on the floor. “That idiot!” Turning around, she quickly darted down the hallway with a stream of expletives flying from her mouth.

Emma started to go after her. “Belle…”

Killian, though, caught her arm and brought her back to him. “Let her go, Swan. This was not their first fight and it won’t be their last.” Bringing his attention back to the phone, he motioned for her to remain silent. “I’m glad we see eye to eye, Mr. Gold. This is how this is going to work. Ten minutes from now, the men in the vault are going to deposit six bags in the vault elevator. I’ll wait until you find someone to write this down.”

Cupping the phone again, his eyes searched hers. “Looks like Gold just bit the bait and I really need to get going. So I need to know: are you in or are you out, Swan?”

It was a decision she needed to make in a split second. Though, she wasn’t sure she really needed even that. She knew she shouldn’t, she really shouldn’t, but crashing her lips to his, Emma decided to take a leap of faith. When she finally broke the kiss, they were both breathless. “You better deliver, Jones.”

He smiled and reached out to seal his lips over hers one more time. “You know I will. Now wait for me. Pretend like you still care about the security of this place or something, and keep Belle safe. Please.”

Killian returned to giving directions over the phone while Emma turned and chased after Belle. She wasn’t sure that she’d made the right call, but it was too late to back out now.

#csbb #sea squad #lenfaz fics #cs ff #cs au

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Cuphead Magical Girl AU

This is not a Sailor Moon crossover! This is an AU where everyone in Cuphead is a magical girl and lead rather undercover lives. My inspirations are from Cuphead,Emily Martha Sorensen’s Magical Mayhem series,and old magical girl series such as Himitsu no Akko-Chan,Majokko Tickle,Miracle Shoujo Limit-Chan,and Sally the Witch. It will also be based on Mahou Shoujo Nante Mou-ii Desu-kara.

Cuphead-Name stays the same,transformation phrase is “Formal Open Wave Cup Power!”powers over care and love,transformation item and weapon is a wand

Mugman-Name stays the same,transformation phrase is the same as Cuphead’s,powers over the stars and light,transformation item and weapon is a wand

Elder Kettle-Cuphead and Mugman’s mentor,can transform without need for a phrase,has psychic,light,and energy-based powers,transformation item and weapon is a wand

Legendary Chalice and Porkrind-Elder Kettle’s mentors,the ones who gave him the charms in the first place,the Chalice apparently is Kettle’s mascot

Root Pack-Name is the same,have not detransformed ever since,powers are the same,plus agrokinesis,have no weapons

Goopy le Grande-The Goo of The Grave,transformation phrase is “This is what I live for!”,powerful super strength and immortality,plus shapeshifting,transforming item is a pill bottle,weapon is his magic box gloves,which can break any substance apart

Hilda Berg-Starshine,transformation phrase is “You lost too soon and I was only half-moon!”,can see the future and has space and sky based powers,transformation item is two star bracelets,weapon is the weather vane on her head

Ribby and Croaks-New Super Frog Bros,haven’t detransformed since,superstrength and ninja fighting skills,have no weapons

Cagney Carnation-The Black Rose,transformation phrase is “Extreme pollination and total domination!”,plant and flower-based powers and agrokinesis,transformation item is a compact,weapons include his Flower scepter and his intimidation skills

Baroness von Bonbon-Sweet Tooth Witch,transformation phrase is “Magic powers of the sugary,lend me your strength!”,sweets-based powers,transformation item is unknown,weapons included her candy rifle and a scepter

Beppi the Clown-Name is the same,hasn’t detransformed ever since,shapeshifting and magic abilities,has no weapons

Djimmi the Great-Name is the same,hasn’t detransformed since,powers stay the same,weapons include his magic and his dreaded sense of humor

Wally Warbles-He and his son are The Breakneck Bird and the Brainchild,respectively,both haven’t detransformed since,Wally has velocity and speed-based powers while his son is psychic-based in power,weapons include a stopwatch for Wally,X-Ray glasses for Junior,and each other to pitch in

Grim Matchstick-Puffin the Magic Dragon,transformation phrase is “1,2,3!You’d b-b-better flee!”,has fire-based abilities and can cast spells and illusions,transformation item is an amulet,has no weapons

Rumor Honeybottoms-The Golden Hope,hasn’t detransformed since,shares her empathy with bees and can control them to use for attack or defense,also has love and hope based powers,weapons include her scepter and her magic brain

Captain Brineybeard-Captain Silver,hasn’t detransformed since,powerful super strength and can use his living ship as a weapon,his ship can fire energy beams from its mouth,weapon is his precious ship

Dr Kahl and his robot-Dr Kahlenstein and the Holy Iron Giant,transformation phrase is “Junkyard Society Rag!”,Dr.Kahl has electricity based powers while his robot has powers of the light,transformation items are power gloves for Kahl and a heart pendant for the robot,weapons include a lightning rod for Kahl and the robot’s Holy Arrow and a sword for the robot as well

Werner Werman-Name stays the same,transformation phrase is “Ze magical power ov ZE BANANA!”,has a working can tank to travel around in to use as an extra weapon,and his “useless” “veapon ov love” is a tiny toy gun that can shoot energy beams,transformation item is,you guessed it,a banana,weapons include his tank and his gun

Sally Stageplay-The Dramatic Disguiser,hasn’t detransformed since,can disguise herself into any form she wishes using her cloak and can attack using her umbrella,which shoots spells from its top and can teleport her to any location she wishes,weapon is her umbrella

Cala Maria-Princess Siren,transformation phrase is “Holy Mermagon power,make up!”,has control over water,can transform into her gorgon form at will,and can summon her sea creature minions at will,transformation item is a scepter,weapon is a water staff

Phantom Express-Eyedrop(Blind Specter),Charon(T-Bone),the Power Rods(The Blaze Brothers),and the Iron Hearse(The Head of the Train),Specter’s transformation phrase is “Crystal...Divination...Death Power!”,T-Bone can transform without a phrase,the Blaze Brothers haven’t detransformed since,and the Head uses the spell “Mahal Tamala Folampa”to transform solo,in other cases,the other members must combine their powers to transform him,Specter can see beyond space and time through his wand and his eyes,plus has powerful telekinesis,T-Bone has density change in self,an additional broomstick to fly,and his wand can transform into a microphone for singing or a scythe for that final blow when the Head isn’t around to do the job,the Blaze Brothers have powers over electricity and the weather,plus strong radar/satellite-like telepathy between each other and limited-range telekinesis,and the Head has super strength and speed and can control the dead in any form possible,all express members can cast spells and illusions,transformation items are unknown but Specter has a pendant that does his magic in earth form while the Head needs the others to aid him to transform,weapons include a pendant/scepter for Specter,T-Bone’s wand also doubles as a transformation item,and all members but the Head carry magic wands

King Dice-The Snowflake Gambler,hasn’t detransformed since,has luck and ice-based powers,weapons include nimble luck and ice scepter

Tipsy Troop-Names stay the same,all three haven’t detransformed since,liquor-based water-like abilities,Cala’s former mascots

Chips Bettigan-Name stays the same,transformation phrase is “ALRIGHT!”,uses his hat as a weapon,which can slice anything it comes in contact with and can generate many other things inside it,Goopy’s former mascot,transformation item is unknown

Mr.Wheezy-Name stays the same,hasn’t detransformed since,has fire-based powers,Grim’s former mascot

Pip & Dot-The Dominators,transformation phrase is “Two VS One! Try that on for size!”,hide a third mouth,have acrobat combat moves,super strength and speed,hypnosis for Pip and permanent promise sealing for Dot,Ribby and Croaks’ former mascots,transformation item is a small radio which also is used as a normal radio,mini mascot and weapon is their domino bird

Hopus Pocus-Name stays the same,can transform without a phrase,can cast spells and illusions,the Head’s former mascot, transformation item and weapon is his own wand

Phear Lap-Deadman of the Derby,transformation phrase is “And they’re off!”,has sonic and undead-based powers,T-Bone’s former mascot and Wally’s first mascot before the bird had his brainchild son,transformation item is unknown,weapons include a gift gun and his own greed

Pirouletta-Babushka’s Death,hasn’t detransformed since,has ballet-style combat moves and wind-based powers,Sally’s former mascot

Mangosteen-8-Ballderdash,hasn’t detransformed since,powerful psychokinesis and ESP,Specter’s former mascot

Mr.Chimes-Name stays the same,transformation phrase is “I am Mr.Chimes!”,uses his cymbals as weapons and has empathy with stuffed toys and can control them to do his bidding,Beppi’s former mascot,transformation item is unknown

Pachinko(deleted Casino boss)-Name stays the same,transformation phrase is “Cling cling,clang clang,your bell has rang!”,has fire,mechanical,and electric abilities,the Blaze brothers’ former mascot,transformation item is unknown,has no weapons

The Devil-Main antagonist,duh! Name stays the same,hasn’t detransformed since,Has ill-Defined fire and darkness based powers

#cuphead dont deal with the devil #cuphead #magical girl au

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