#espionage assassinations and bodyguards au

[firealder2005]

Senator of Naboo Luke Skywalker!

@spell-cleaver you are the source of where this came from with The Protégé!

i absolutely hate drawing hands and eyes. not my strong suit, but I managed.

everything on luke is done in watercolor brush pens - except his skin, because i didn’t have ANYTHING for skin tone in my brush pen arsenal. so i made do with a colored pencil.

and obviously he was raised by his aunt Sola and Co. on Naboo, so he uses their name and (of course) keeps his birth name underwraps.

Luke’s red face paint is obviously a nod to Padmé, and I chose the blue-green face paint as a nod to Queen Apailana, who was assassinated for harboring Jedi survivors from Order 66. I feel like Luke would choose to mimic her face paint as silent rebellion lol.

The flowers on his cape are millaflowers btw. shiny, silver millaflowers.

And lastly, the Royal Symbol of Naboo? I put that on him because 1) I wanted to. and 2) it’s my headcanon Senator Luke served as a body double/valet at some point in his life so he gets to wear it. as a treat.

[holymilky]

Soooo first things first

I have exams and till now I've had little time for art unfortunately...

And I've been playing Limbus Company , so this is an au I've had in my mind since damn february.

Colouring is NOT my forte! For Iris the demon possessed me and for Talia i was in utter pain colouring

Now, to do some explaining because i must be the only person at the intersection of PMverse and Lolirock

Fixers are mercenaries for hire except for when they're not and either work in groups or alone

the biggest groups are called associations and there are like 12 of em each w/ their own speciality

Shi Association specializes in assasionation

Zwei Assoc. specialises in protection , they're bodyguards w/ a twist in that the way they offer protection is discreet, they disguise themselves as civilians n either walk around or sit at a distance and intervene when necessary

That's why i chose the twins n Gramorr for Zwei lol

For this au Grams is not evil just a grumpy old man who's also a smoke war vet (n that's where he lost his arm n screwed his face so that's why he keeps the mask)

As for the drawing, colouring is pain and zwei uniform is annoying so i gave up halfway through 😔

story here is that the twins r assigned to protect this guy n Iris's job is to assassinate said guy

really scuffed but i just wanted to get these ideas out of me so i can study without being pestered by the voices in my head

Lev is ofc their annoying coworker

(in the last one he kinda looks like Light Yagami but I can't be bothered 😭)

And last but not least here's Nathaniel

Seven specializes in espionage but a chunk of their employees also run a café part-time

And some vanilla stuff cause i don't have where else to shove it

[oneoftheprettynerds]

Welcome To The Darkside: Dark!Steve x Reader (Mob AU)

Chapter 1 in the Lipstick and Crayons Series

A/N: I just posted a story I know but I’m in love with this idea right now and this is my favourite fic right now. It’s going to be a three or four part fic I think and your support in any form: like, comment or reblog is appreciated greatly. Here is a piece of my heart right here.

Warning: Eventual Non-Con, Sickening Threats, Mob Themes, Violence, Death, Manipulation, sort of Blood Kink I think, Cheap Tricks later.

Genres + Characters: Mob AU, Single Parents AU, Steve Rogers x Reader.

Summary: Steve can't ever repay you for what you did. After meeting you, Steve believes his broken family is the missing piece in the puzzle of your own wrecked one. Indebting the crime lord to you has been the biggest mistake of your life, cause now you can't get rid of him, no matter what. Loyalty and favours go a long way in the mob.

Chapter 1 : Welcome to The Darkside

The gunshots around you frightened you more than anything in your life ever had. The merry, joyful ambience of the carnival was ruined in an instant. Screams around you provoked your panic-stricken form to gather your wits and run or hide. It wasn’t just you caught up in this dreadful situation, there was also someone you’d protect at any cost.

Picking your daughter up and setting her on your hip, you looked around for the way out. Who would have thought that open grounds were hard to get out of? Another wave of terror ran through you when the gunshots audibly neared and the crowd ran in random directions.

You decided to go along the way you recognised the games and shops at. You ran as fast as you could, checking on Grace in between to find her looking curiously all around but still more intent on eating her cotton candy than inspecting. You couldn’t be more thankful for kids' oblivion than at that moment in time.

A bomb explosion up ahead in your path made you halt in your tracks because you knew some of the attackers were scouting there. Turning back wasn’t an option, neither was crying and you were sure you closer to the exit this way. Another blast behind you took away the option of you retracing your path. You weren’t considering it but it gave you little comfort to have your options open.

As the shrieks and screeches grew tenfold, your best bet was to hide, the assaulters had already surrounded the field, the chaos around you informed you. Jumping through innumerable dead bodies, of kids and adults that ached your heart, and dodging bullets while laying low, you went inside a photo booth to hide.

This will not be in vain; you’d protect Grace no matter what.

The curtain to the photo booth provided cover from predatory eyes while the rest of the metal booth was quite safe against bullets you concluded hopefully.

You were just looking for a weapon to prepare for any adversity that might come your way, when the sound of crunching of pebbles made their way to your ears.

Failing to find a weapon in few seconds you opted to attack the intruder yourself when a voice reached your ears, “Mama?”

You puzzled your eyebrows and lowered your defences by just a bit when a toddler stumbled inside the booth, blonde haired and blue eyed. You were definitely not this girl’s mama but you grabbed the kid’s forearm and pulled her inside, shushing her gently and seating her beside Grace on the sitting bench inside. You were thankful Grace entertained her by offering her the pink cloud of sweetness.

You peeked outside but failed to find anyone else in 20 metre radii of you, nobody resembling the wandering kid nor looking for one. You did not know what you would do with another kid in your hands in this dire situation nor was it a wise decision to bring her inside and take her under your wing but you did not have it in you to leave an unsuspecting child, a mere four or three-year-old at that, during a calamity so extreme.

Your maternal instincts governed your thought process, imagining Grace to be in her shoes, all alone and discarded while a possible terrorist attack was happening. The kids’ corpses lying outside gave you no doubt that these children’s fate would be the same if found by the attackers.

A small tug in your dress made you look back and you found the azure eyed kid at your feet, offering you the street food you bought earlier while hugging your leg and observing you. Grace munched in the back silently, still happily eating and unaware.

You kneeled and whispered, “What’s your name, honey?” Maybe the girl understood the urgency, maybe she was just mimicking you but even she murmured in a low voice, “Sarah.”

You nodded, “Sweetie, I need you to sit there quietly and make no sounds, okay? We are playing a staying quiet game.” That was a stupid thing to ask of a kid but you hoped, you really, really hoped she would comply.

Her eyes widened in recognition of something as she eagerly asked, still in a hushed mumble, “Like I does for Dada in meekings?”

“Yes, you smart kiddo. Exactly that.” You replied with what you hoped was a convincing smile and ruffled her hair while nudging her towards her former seat. With kids, you knew a little encouragement went a long way to get them to do things. She whispered an ‘okay Mama’ and went about and sat.

You didn’t get to enjoy her obedience as the thud of pebbles crunching met your ears again. Your breath hitched; your intuition told you that this was not another kid confusing you for its parent.

Your eyes found a discarded piece of metal rod from the booth’s wrecked framework. You grabbed and hoped for the best, to save both the kids at your ability’s mercy.

Steve only saw red. The moment the first shot sounded in the air, he knew whom the assailants were, whom they were coming for. Going out tonight was a bad idea, a really reckless one indeed but when his daughter started bawling seeing the carnival’s lights from the car and wanted to get up and close, he couldn’t say no. He really tried to though, he really did.

It hadn’t been even a year since his wife died, but the father-daughter duo was getting by. He knew his wife took his daughter to the carnival and bought her things, toys and teddies, on every birthday of her own. It was a ritual his wife started, spending her birthday with her little offspring during the daylight and going out for a romantic dinner at the end of the day with her dear spouse. If only things could still be that way, could still stay the same.

When his wife turned out to be an elaborate spy all along, he was baffled. His professional side was, dare he say, impressed by the commitment to character but his personal side was beyond disappointed, disheartened in the worst way because his daughter was his most precious asset in this cruel world and that gift was given by such a treacherous person.

She begged and pled for mercy, to let Sarah have her mother and swore on her life that she quit her espionage journey when she actually fell in love but Steve didn’t trust a single syllable out of her filthy, deceiving mouth, not anymore.

He didn’t kill her though, because Sarah was his first priority no matter what. Her assassination was the work of his rival mob, ‘The Vice Kings’ led by the bastard Rumlow. It was an open invitation for war in the city, for them money came first and useless people had to die. They killed two birds with a single stone, git rid of a useless former member and successfully made a statement.

Then began the still happening rivalry between those Vices and his mob, ‘The Avenging Cartel’. The wound from his wife’s assassination was still fresh, he didn’t miss her as much as he had taken the hit to his pride. There had been a peaceful agreement until the brutal maiming of his spouse and now he was working more than ever, barely able to make time for his princess and that was his only regret, missing her childhood.

And now he felt more futile, his palette of emotions ranging from hues of ire to shades of dread. He couldn’t believe his entourage of trained professionals failed to monitor a two-year-old. He had just stepped aside to take a call, leaving her with his latest driver and three bodyguards. How could he be that clueless to not realise the imposters infiltrating his ranks, standing right there and selling away his location?

As soon as the sound of the first firearm shooting reached his ears, he leapt towards his daughter only to find her missing. His little minx thankfully escaped for one of her little adventures and successfully evaded these cheats, whom he shot right in the middle of the eyes when he glanced at the grenades packing in the coats’ undersides.

His moment of gratitude evaporated in mere seconds as he realised that the Vices now surrounded the entire area, their mission being his daughter’s abduction. If they wanted to kill both of them, they would have already, considering Steve’s distraction gave them quite too many openings. They wanted him to surrender, because mobs worked that way; only when one leader signed off his territories did it become the other party’s possession. If they just cut one head, another would grow in its place, a new leader would succeed the predecessor.

He sent emergency signals to both Barnes and Wilson, the only ones he could trust right now, summoning them with back-ups. The screams of the crowd did not ease him at all, piling on his burden and stress as he prayed for the first time ever, that by some miracle he would reach his daughter first in this field and she would safely be in his arms by the end of the night, not become a victim to what his enemies were planning.

He did have a tracker in her pendant but this realisation hit him later than he’d like to admit, the frustration clawing away his wits. The ground was now quite empty, piles of bodies scattered across the field abruptly where people became victims to the grenades, any person who failed to protect themselves, died. As he was pulling his phone out again, his eyes caught sight a flower bead. The same bead he and his daughter used to make a bracelet a month ago. She wore that everywhere, to day-care, while bathing, to birthdays.

The bracelet was obviously broken now but it was almost like a trail that led to his treasure, like in the Hansel and Gretel’s fairy-tale that Sarah loved. He followed with quiet steps, the beads far apart and some resting under the debris but they sure did lead him somewhere, and when he found the even the pendant in his path, he knew he had only the few beads to rely on.

Some thumps and crashes made him alert, his pistol ready, and when he neared carefully to a distorted metal framework of sorts, his eyes widened.

A young woman had a body in front of her lying on the ground. In a pool of scarlet it rested, still and unmoving while her breathing quickened, her eyes shining with tears that she tried too damn hard to confine to her eyes. He knew how hard the first kill always was, but one grows numb with increase in body count.

Brave women were his type and he would have been turned on by her courage, her hands stained red with whatever weapon she attacked with. Her soft facial features and her curves in the dress she wore were a show stopper for sure, and he would’ve been flirting with her if it was not for the brutal severity of the situation, his daughter missing and in possible danger.

His vigilant senses, courtesy of the epinephrin, picked up two things; the butterfly bead that rested in the door of the booth the woman stood at and the creep shadowing her from behind, ready to attack with a baseball bat he might have found in one of the other game shops.

Steve used his position behind the neighbouring booth to make a bull’s eye shot, the bullet going just an inch above the female’s shoulder and going across the creep’s head. The logo on the corpse’s leather jacket showed Steve he picked the right side to defend.

The sheer suddenness of the move caught the woman off guard as she dropped her weapon and twisted back to find the soulless eyes of her possible attacker staring at her. She quickly armed herself with her attacking rod once again and tried to trace the bullet back from its shooter, her eyes wide and calculating.

Steve decided it was time to interrogate, to find Sarah.

The graze of the bullet above your shoulder alarmed you and you stood dumbfounded only for an instant though. You were sure the bullet was meant for you but the thud of a body behind you, seemingly preparing to attack you proved you wrong.

Calming yourself, you still stood on the ball, because someone killing your attacker didn’t necessarily mean you were safe. With just a pull of the trigger, your fate could very easily be the same. You had to play this smart.

“Lower your weapon. I won’t repeat myself.” A husky voice called out, laced with seriousness which left no room for argument.

You did as he said, knowing that shabby rod was no match against the gun. He stepped out from his hiding position and gave away his location, steps slightly treading towards you. Your hands trembled, heart thumping a bit too loud while blood and sweat coated your frame.

When moonlight lightened his face, you saw his blonde luscious locks, slightly overgrown, a neatly trimmed beard darker than his hair and the cerulean blue eyes that were clear as crystal but shadowed with proficiency.

“Good, now did you see a kid around here? Blonde and blue eyes?”

His question didn’t surprise you, the gun barrel trained on you did. The previous man you had killed, that laid dead ahead of you had asked the same question. You did not know why they were after the toddler nor did you have the time to dwell on it. Time was of the essence now and he was expecting an answer.

The fact that he saved an unsuspecting lady was a plus point, but you also had to consider that he was threatening you all the same. But if that was his kid, it was understood, the resemblance between them was uncanny but that wasn’t enough proof. However, as your flickered to the man you killed, you noticed the logo on his jacket was the same as the one on your possible murderer’s jacket. It still wasn’t enough evidence but you had no choice, the man had a gun and you had two kids relying on you. At least he wasn’t on the bombing side.

“Yes, what is she to you?” You tried to be brave but you were sure he saw right through you.

“You don’t ask the questions here but this one I’ll answer. She is my daughter. Now, where is she?”  

“How do I know you’re not lying? I can’t just and her over to you!”

“Her name is Sarah; she is my carbon copy. She is wearing a pink dress with white flowers; pink crocs and her hair is in a ponytail with a white scrunchy. She had two white clips in her hair beside the ponytail. Enough proof?”

No, you could be a creepy paedophile for all I know.

You were still contemplating when he spoke again, “She’s my daughter and I know she’s in that booth beside you. I appreciate you trying to protect her I think but she’ll respond to me calling her. Sarah?”

The little toddler poked her head out, her eyes brightening in recognition and you heaved a sigh of relief involuntarily. Your maternal instinct made you anxious for kids you barely even knew. She ran towards her father shouting ‘Dada’ and jumped into his arms while he hid his gun. You almost snorted at that, tons of dead bodies surrounding you and he was worried about the gun?

He propped her up, hugging her tightly, and with what you knew now, he was scared to death and rightfully so.

Grace poked her head out and ran towards you now, hugging you from behind your legs and silently peeking at the mysterious human. You held Grace’s hand now, intertwining your fingers and felt relief after long. Even though there was no knowing that the man would help you two but you gave yourself comfort you weren’t alone here, not anymore.

Sarah turned and met your eyes again and whispered lowly, “Oops Mama, I think the games over! Sowwy!”

Steve’s eyes widened at that and you laughed at her innocence, feeling light. You played along with the kid, “It’s alright.” You didn’t want to play ‘Mommy’ anymore after that thinking it would offend her father but even, he chuckled, his laugh beautiful and boisterous.

Suddenly men dressed in black and armed with weapons ran about, skidding and crossing you to survey the area out. You shielded Grace once again but the father ahead of you didn’t even flinch. Noticing your unease, he came closer and put a hand on you arm, “I’m Steve and don’t worry, these are my men, the good guys.”

You nodded, not agreeing with his idea of good and bad but since you hoped he did acknowledge that he owed you one, you hoped none of these men would attack you. You introduced yourself and he nodded.

With Sarah on his hip, he started following one of his men and you followed along hoping to get to the exit. He even asked to drop you home but you refused, just wanting to get to the parking and put all these guns out of your kid’s sight. He tsked over his shoulder and you knew he would insist again later but for now he listened intently to the man he addressed as Buck.  

This Buck eyed you several times, not so discreetly, while Steve renounced the whole incident of some spies and whatnot. You closed your eyes, not wanting to eavesdrop and just wanting to relax but you could do neither right now. They were after Sarah; you had presumed right.

Sarah made grabby hands from over Steve’s shoulder while Grace slept soundly in your arms, maybe jealous of her. She pouted and then slowly began her lower lip began to tremble. A whine escaped her mouth as she started bawling. Steve stopped to shush her but she continued screeching, “I miss Mama!” and tried to get away from Steve and jump into your arms. Buck looked surprised while Steve’s eyes pleaded yours and you nodded and gave Grace to her and took Sarah in your arms, gently shushing her and patting her back. She drooled in the crook of your neck but that was nothing new and quietened down. You didn’t want to give Grace away but you couldn’t see another child so miserable, not when you had one of your own.

Steve and ‘Buck’ observed you, not saying anything so you broke the silence. “I’m sorry she confuses me with her mother, I hope she doesn’t get offended by this.”

“She’s no more.” Steve looked down and you cursed yourself for breaking the silence, make the situation more awkward and unbearable.

“I’m sorry.” Well that was better than joking about how Grace didn’t have a father either.

“Don’t be, she deserved what she got.” Steve mumbled and continued walking with ‘Buck’, lightly patting Grace and kissing her forehead.

The peck should have bothered you but you were too engrossed by his words to eavesdrop further or check on Grace. What did he mean she deserved it? You didn’t even want to think of the probability of him killing her. With all the soldiers that surrounded you, you suddenly realised he was capable of more than you thought and you felt stupid for feeling safe with him when you did. He was a leader of sorts, a person with unimaginable power and you had dived headfirst in the kind of things you should avoid at all costs. Even though you hadn't crossed him or weren't on his bad side, getting involved was a mistake.

You learnt this lesson the hard way soon enough.

[loveoaths]

a list of dream interactions/threads*:

political intrigue. haku was involved in a coup and later becomes ninja president of kirigakure, so there is a TON we can do here. espionage! political killings! hard decisions! brokering deals between kages! stirring up the masses! the possibilities are endless.

runaway jinchuuriki. set in haku’s chieftain of the yuki tribe verse. maybe some jinchuuriki hear of the strange snow country tribe with ties to demons and monsters and decide, welp, maybe these people won’t hate me, and they are taken in by the tribe. obviously, the other villages are not down with this.

akatsuki au. more info on the au can be found on haku’s verses page, but yes, more akatsuki shenanigans. haku is playing their own game and biding their time while “cooperating” with akatsuki’s wishes. if haku is picked up early enough, they might be 100% down with akatsuki’s cause.

bodyguard and royal. self-explanatory. bonus points if haku is the bodyguard. small bodyguard protects much bigger person.

wed-bed-dead. haku is a shinobi specializing in political assassinations who gets close to targets by romancing and marrying them — then slitting their throats on the marriage bed. guess you aren’t getting that hotel deposit back after all. your muse is the target, or the target’s body guard, or someone. lots of angles we can go from here.

retired monsterhunter. after haku’s birthright triggers full force, they begin traveling the world as a soothsayer, someone who calms antagonistic monsters and demons and leads them away from civilization, containing and killing them when necessary. your muse’s home can be the victim of a monster attack, or your muse is a fellow monster Hunter, or your muse is the monster. strangeness and potentially friendship ensues.

political marriage. oh lord. oh god. oh fuck. my favorite thing in the world. two people het married for the greater good of their people. only problem is neither of them is down for this. or maybe it’s totally platonic, then leads to more… or not.

big bad meets small housekeeper. haku, after quitting the shinobi life for their health and being chased by kekkei genkai collectors, runs into the den/home/lair of a monstrous, evil, etc creature/your muse. before they can be eaten, haku convinces your muse to let them stay with them indefinitely. your muse is detested by mankind for some reason and people are too afraid to bother them, and haku would be safe here. in return, haku becomes their housekeeper and personal cook, because hey, they make a mean cherry jubilee! 🍒

this list will grow over time, but if you’re interested in any of these ( or something else in the fancy wishlist tag or the “ ( wishlist. )” tags ) DM me and we can put our noodles together and figure something out !

[aftgficrec]

Any detective/spy/hitman/assassin aus out there? Thank you!!!! ❤

Well, have we got a treat for you!  There are many fics like that available, and we have recommended quite a lot of them in previous posts.  We’ve listed those below, plus a few additional fics for you to enjoy. - S

detectives:

Sherlock AUs here, mobster/cop post here, ‘qui n'avance pas, recule’ here and ‘Douce Nuit (Sainte Nuit)’ here, ‘married to my enemy’ here, ‘Wind me tighter than a wire’ here, ‘Apartment 314’ here, ‘A Hole in the World’ here, ‘The Fleet Foxes Detective Agency’ here, ‘The Continuing Adventures of the Nine-Nine, Extra thermador on the side’ here, ‘F.O.X.E.S. Division’ here, ‘The Fall’ here, ‘You Don't Even Know Me (It's Only A Feeling)’ here, ‘I Want to Believe’ here,

spies:

‘check your pulse, test your vitals’ here, ‘Times That Try Men’s Souls’ here, ‘my head goes forward (and my heart goes back)’ here, ‘Fire Damage’ here

assassins:

‘An Assassin's Guide to Romance’ here, ‘crossed out’ here, ‘a few living things’ here, ‘Revenge Is Never A Straight Line’ here, ‘Dead Man Walking’ here

(Stealing your Heart was) the Perfect Crime by a_case_for_wonder [Rated T, 11191 words, complete, 2020]

Neil is just trying to lay low in LA - the last place he should be while his father's empire is still being dismantled - when he stumbles into a film audition and is instantly swept back into a world he thought he'd left behind fifteen years before. The worst part? He has to shadow Detective Andrew Minyard to study for his role.

tw: implied/referenced suicide, implied/referenced rape/non-con, tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced drug use

The Continuing Adventures of the Nine-Nine Series by gluupor [Rated , 48381 words, complete, 2018]

A series of short, ridiculous, mostly plotless stories featuring the Foxes as the cops of the Ninety-Ninth Precinct.

Part 1: Welcome to the murder

Part 2: Cool motive, still murder

Part 3: You’re Not invited to our next murder

Part 4: It’s impossible to read that guy

Part 5: I’d rather walk into the freezing ocean

Part 6: I know where all the murder spots are

Part 7: Don’t shoot! That’s how people get shot

Part 8: Murdered by a man in a yellow sweater

Part 9: I can’t believe you’re leaning into the murder thing

Part 10: Extra thermador on the side (here)

Heart on a canvas by Dancyon [Rated M, 20297 words, complete, Aftg Big Bang 2018]

Neil is a struggling artist, trying to make a name for himself through his violent, dark paintings. He would happily spend the rest of his life in his studio, covered in paint, if it weren't for how badly his art is selling, making it hard to make ends meet. He thought he wouldn't have to rely on his side job anymore as Abram Hatford, his con-man persona, being commissioned by rich people to steal artifacts from other rich people.

tw: implied/referenced dubcon, tw: torture

NB: Art by @my-mind-inspiration

My (Baby) Shot Me Down by alex_glasses  [Rated T, 3754 words, complete, 2020]

Nathaniel's best friend is Andrew. Andrew's best friend is Nathaniel. Until the day Nathaniel disappears.

The childhood best friends turned hitmen Andreil AU you're looking for.

tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced abuse

In The Trenches by constellationqueen [Rated M, 5837 words, incomplete, last updated Sept. 2019, locked]

based on art by (and created with permission from) microolli on tumblr

basically: Andrew works for Fox Den, Inc., a bodyguard agency. Nathaniel works for Evermore, doing the dirty work like his father. But now that Kevin's joined the Foxes, Riko just keeps sending Nathaniel after their clients. Chance (or not) encounters and a lot of death follow

Art

spy/espionage au by @requiemofkings [tumblr, 2018]

[coconutknightshade]

As a fellow Merlin fan, I can't help but ask what loaded march is and if it's on AO3? Merlin was a key part of my childhood but I'm not really that involved in the fandom. Any other suggestions?

*aggressively knocks at door* do you have time to talk about our lord, savior, and bible? Loaded March is an odyssey, clocking in at a 1.2 million deliciously intricate plot of magic, friendship, politics, and romance. It is one of the most in depth fic I've ever read and hands down one of the best works of fiction in general that I've ever read. Honestly. If I were stuck on a deserted island and could only have one book to read, it would be this baby. 

It is a modern military AU and let me tell you, the author knows their stuff. Also, I'm soOo sorry this is late, I've been slammed and I wanted to do everything justice! It was also really hard to narrow down some recs!! But first, more about Loaded March!!

Arthur is a Captain in the Special Air Service (SAS) and has a team of specialists called Excalibur! Now, what I love about this is that there is obviously no way that the ensemble of Merlin could contribute to a whole squad/teams worth of people, so the author utilizes names from the original mythos and beautifully crafts them into characters that you love so dearly, even with them not being part of BBC Merlin. They write these new characters so perfectly woven into the plot that you become emotionally invested in all of them and all of their lives anYWAYS OWAIN is bae. I DIGRESS. 

So they're this highly decorated special forces team, but they can't seem to hold onto a communications specialist. It's the only role that would be filled by someone who didn't enlist with them all. Generally they can't find someone who fits in. Long story short, Merlin is put on their team. And lemme tell you- Ya remember their first meeting and convo in the pilot episode? Footloose stays true to the show in that regard. Also I'm obviously not gonna spoil anything, but just an additional flavor vibe- Kilgharrah is a General they call The Dragon because of his attitude and it appears that he's always smoking cigars. Anyways, magic plays a heavy heavy role, as does politics. It's like a huge chess board of players with espionage and undercover work and twists and turns it's SO GOOD PLEASE READ IT AND GUSH WITH ME. It is on AO3. It's 16 parts. You should check it out at least! Whew child, I definitely have suggestions! I'm gonna run through some of the classics. Please be mindful of the rating on these. I've posted these because of the plot, not because of any sexual nature that may or may not be present. Any sexual content in the following can be easily skipped over without losing any of the plot. That said, I can also rec some hella good gratuitous ones as well. Don't judge me, I was in my high school and college prime when I was neck deep and active in the fandom. Additionally, if you ever want any requests for specific tropes/genre in general, hit me up! I'm an admin on the @fuckyeahmerlinfanfic​ Tumblr which was a fic request and hunting down specific fics blog. 

The Student Prince

WC: 141.6KSummary: A Modern day Merlin AU set at the University of St Andrews, featuring teetotal kickboxers, secret wizards, magnificent bodyguards of various genders, irate fairies, imprisoned dragons, crumbling gothic architecture, arrogant princes, adorable engineering students, stolen gold, magical doorways, attempted assassination, drunken students, shaving foam fights, embarrassing mornings after, The Hammer Dance, duty, responsibility, friendship and true love...

Commentary: This is THE most popular fic in the fandom and honest to god for good reason. The author was a student at St Andrews (which is where a lot of royals attend university and where William and Kate met). This is worth noting because a historic university like that has a lot of nuance traditions and events that the author incorporates. Will always highly recommend. If you aren't down to tackle Loaded March, this one for sure for SURE is worth tackling. And the podfic is to die for 

Lord Drake's Bequest

WC: 10KSummary: "To my great-nephew Arthur I bequeath Tintagel Distribution, wholly and without reserve, save for one condition. You must marry, and stay married, for a period of no less than six months. You're a wonderful businessman Arthur, but a full life needs love and companionship, not just a string of affairs. Settle down young Arthur, and your life will be the richer for it."

Commentary: Fake Relationship- Need I say more?

Lions and Pebbles and Penguins, Oh My!

WC: 10.4KSummary: Sitting at the top of "Uther's All Time Parenting Backfires" is Arthur's fellow colleague and clumsy best friend - Merlin Emrys.

Commentary: This was so cute and I always recommend it to people when they ask me for recs. It's inspired by that old news article about the gay penguins at the zoo. So cute!!

What Child is This

WC: 30KSummary:A modern AU with Merlin, Arthur, mayhem, a baby and a jingly elf hat.

Commentary: Christmas fic!! It's a kid!fic but not how you think. Baby is abandoned and I won't say more but it was cute and I'm eagerly waiting until my Christmas vaca to reread it. 

Pairing Pendragon/Merlin

WC: 25KSummary: Arthur is a BNF and Merlin is his prized beta

Commentary: I'm not trying to assume but before this fic I had no idea so just in case you're in my shoes, BNF is a big name fan. That aside, THIS IS ONE OF MY TOP FAVE FICS. I was obsessed with the podfic and am currently digging through my hard drive trying to find it because it's legit probably worth listening to it over reading it?? I've never seen a podfic or even an audiobook put together this beautifully. Arthur is a fanfic writer for STARZ Camelot and Merlin is his beta that he's never met before. Read it, Read it, Read it!! Talking about it now, I'm gonna read it tonight I think.  

ANYWAYS

If you ever want anymore recs, hit me up! And if you read any of these and want to talk about them, hit me up.

I’m so sorry for the long post and for it having been so long to reply!!

[yeoldontknow]

political animals, silk city and ofc tqis (both chan and yixing if that’s okay 💕) i have to say i’m most intrigued by this political animals thing 👀 love youuu 💗

hi my lovely!!! so many!!!! this makes me happy!!!!

Political Animals:

my first attempt at a hybrid au. german shepherd!chanyeol x raven!oc. also, a bodyguard au lmaooo because i am me and i dont know how to keep literally anything simple 

as a raven you are gifted with high intelligence and also high empathy. before you were born, hybrids were created in labs and used as test animals. due to poor conditions, hybrids revolted which resulted in tensions between hybrids and humans. these tension are still ongoing though several laws have been put in place to grant hybrids quality. you are the first raven born out of captivity. after going through university and law school, you enter politics and are eventually the first hybrid to become secretary of state and are commencing your campaign to join the senate. however, several fringe groups are out for your blood and your demise, and over time the government has thwarted several assassination attempts made on your life. after one narrow miss, chanyeol - an elite war vet and CIA operative - is selected as your PPO. unwilling to take any chances, he takes you into hiding and your team instructs you to run your campaign digitally. romance and angst and political espionage ensue. *lays down, wonders when anything will be simple*

TQIS - Lupus Dei (rough draft):

When he looks at you, hunched on the floor - pathetic, a heap of flesh and blood and slick - the very cavern of his heart shatters. The force of this breaking is the only thing that halts his rabid movements, the door behind him hanging weakly on its hinges. Junmyeon’s girlfriend shivers one floor below, full of rage. You writhe on the carpet, hollow, empty, full of incomprehensible grief. The pain in your visceral, and he feels it even against his bones - a curse of this magic but, at least, he breaks with you. 

He can still hear you crying, the loudest sound he’s ever heard and, conversely, the most horrible. Decades he has survived Yixing’s broken screams, the blood in his throat thick enough to drown him. But this, he realizes, is the pain of learning you have died, and yet you are still living, neither human nor animal, the very death of all logic.

You weep for him, for yourself, wet with spit and wet with sweat, blood caked on your arms as you reach for him. And at the sight of your cracked knuckles, your shadow bending into an unrecognizable shape, he falls to his knees. He’d loved you before he met you, loved you even before he knew love, for him, was possible. He loves you most now, all your skin withered down to just the shell and the core of your very essence, and all he sees, all he feels, is the adoration of a man who would burn the world to taste you in its ash.

Yixing’s voice echoes in his mind, dark and foreboding:

“The female wolf is monstrous,’ he explained - pretentious, as though he had ever beheld a lycan. ‘She breaks all rules of femininity.’

But Chanyeol looks at you, the tears still wet and clinging to your eyelashes. You lips have grown chapped, ripped by your teeth over days and days of unparalleled thirst. All wet muscle and full of Zeus’ thunder, his heart calls out to you, hands the most confident they have ever been, and tucks you against the hard stability of his sternum. Immediately, you settle against him but still you cry. You, so broken by the light of moon and the ache within your sex and he feels, perhaps for the first time, that he could behold the wolf and be devoured in peace. 

TQIS - untitled - Yixing:

Running the tip of your finger over the thick leather of his journal, you lean against the bar and smile.

‘I learned a long time ago that witch is just a term men use when confronted with the true majesty of a woman.’ Still, you don’t look at him, and he aches for your eyes, for your smile, all the gifts he could never have before. ‘All women are witches, the blessing of their sex.’

ask me about my wips!

[nonbinarysasukes]

Uchiha Mafia AU Headcanons

Mikoto: head of the family. After Fugaku’s sudden assassination ten years ago, she took over the group instead of having her brother-in-law Obito, at the time still a child, rule in name. She is just as ruthless as her husband had been and made a name for herself very quickly despite not having any special talent for the work of the Mafia, nor being brought up in such a family. Mikoto is the only female boss in Konoha, and the most feared. Shisui, Obito having chosen to spurn the heir position, is slated to take her place once she relinquishes it, though that’s not happening anytime soon. Mikoto is a matriarch born and bred, fierce and wild when it comes to protecting her family. Her kind nature endears her to everyone within the Mafia, though it also means people often take her for granted. Unfortunately for them, Mikoto does not take insults lightly, and her dangerous temper when unleashed is a beast to be terrified of. Mikoto does not specialise in any particular field, being a jack of all trades. But as they say, though master of none, she is better than a master of one.

Obito: Fugaku’s youngest brother, he along with Mikoto is the last of the third generation of Uchiha alive after his brothers were all assassinated one by one. Extremely close to his nephew Shisui, who’s just a few years younger than him, Obito is slated to become Shisui’s right-hand man when he takes over. Obito is one half of the deadly interrogation duo of the Uchiwa Syndicate, his cheerful personality combining with his dark side to give off an unsettling, insane effect that can make the worst of criminals piss their pants. He is aromantic asexual.

Shisui: son of Fugaku’s second brother Kagami, which is why he’s so close to Obito in age. Shisui is the heir to the Syndicate, being the next oldest after Obito. He makes up the other half of the interrogation duo alongside his uncle, his slightly serious demeanor coming across as more intimidating and less insane than Obito. People often try to melt Shisui rather than Obito, but that’s where they’re wrong - he’s just as cold-hearted. Shisui is extremely talented with asking the right questions - whereas Obito makes people scared enough to spill, he queries them in such a manner that they don’t realise they’ve given themselves away till he announces that he’s done. He’s also aromantic asexual.

Itachi: Mikoto’s older son, five years younger to Shisui due to the fact that Fugaku married much later than his brothers. Itachi manages the social front of the mafia, running night-clubs, brothels and the like. Itachi specialises in seduction, using his sexual appeal to get what he wants. His intellect combined with his God-given beauty makes him the perfect spy. Itachi also heads up the espionage division, and has been the main voice for inclusion of POC and LGBT+ people in social circles. Itachi is extremely overprotective about his little brother Sasuke, even more so than Mikoto herself. Deidara is his explosive second-in-command, bodyguard and his unofficial boyfriend. The two meet when Deidara, at the time working for rival syndicate Akatsuki, blew up one of Itachi’s nightclubs. When the Akatsuki fell to Uchiwa, Itachi took an interest in Deidara and grew close to him.

Sasuke: the baby of the family. Touch Sasuke and you’ll incur not only Itachi and Mikoto’s wrath, but the anger of the entire Syndicate - and the anger of the Uchiwa Syndicate is not pretty. Sasuke is a born businessman, running the legal front of the Mafia in the form of Konoha Corp. He’s also a prodigious fighter, proficient in nearly all weapons, especially the sword. When he was younger, his family was so worried about his safety that they assigned him a bodyguard - Naruto - who he ended up falling in love with. Naruto’s true calling turned out to be managing the public, so he started handling the Syndicate’s PR.

[firealder2005]

*currently juggling writing/switching between 3 WIPs, brainstorming oneshots, scrolling over a longfic notes, another longfic dancing on brain, and itching to start some more fanfic ideas*

help.

[marvelousbirthdays]

Happy Birthday, piercethelowtime!

July 17 - first-meet soulmate au for Daisy Johnson/Bucky Barnes? With Daisy being all badass for @piercethelowtime​

Written by @iamartemisday

Skye hadn’t wanted to go to the park that day. She only agreed because it was Bailey’s thirteenth birthday and Bailey was her best friend at the group home. Her party was a picnic on a windy hilltop. They would’ve had it in the gardens, which were Bailey’s favorite, but some senator guy was doing a rally that day. Skye saw him enter the park with his entourage. He had gel back brown hair and he smiled like his mouth was permanently stuck that way.  Skye was only twelve (or twelve and ten months thank you very much) but she knew already that she didn’t like politicians. They were too phony and she’d dealt with enough phony people in her life.

She helped to hold the blankets down with rocks and set the table. Her foster dad arrived five minutes late with a stack of pizza boxes. Skye grabbed a slice of sausage before someone else could take it all and sat with Bailey under a tree. They chatted about school and boys and what it was like to finally be a teenager.

“I’ll be honest, I thought I’d feel different,” Bailey said, “but I kind of don’t.”

“Maybe it takes a few days to settle in,” said Skye.

“Yeah, maybe.”

While their foster parents wrangled the younger kids (looked like Bobby had spit in Danny’s food again) they watched a bird make a nest and the political guy give his speech. They were so far up, they couldn’t hear what he was saying, but half the crowd loved it. The other half booed and he smiled even harder at them.

“After we eat, wanna go practice soccer?” Skye asked.

“Sure. I’ll get the ball.”

They let their foster parents know where they’d be and climbed down the hill to the empty soccer field just outside a huge forest. Skye liked the trees, but she was never allowed to go that far. Even though she was twelve years old (and ten months) she still got treated like a baby. She couldn’t wait to turn thirteen.

Skye stood between the goalposts while Bailey kicked the ball over her head and under her arms. She was way too good at this game, but Skye always preferred kickball anyway. Ever since she was old enough to understand what the words on her stomach meant. She pulled her shirt over her pants as Bailey reared her foot back. She attempted a spinning kick, but her aim was way off and the ball flew through the trees.

“I got it,” Bailey shouted, sprinting after it.

“We’re not supposed to go in there!” Skye yelled back, but it was too late. Bailey was gone.

A few seconds later, someone snapped their fingers.

That was what it sounded like. A really loud snap followed by a chorus of screams. The political guy wasn’t behind the podium anymore. He was on his back, his face covered in red. He wasn’t smiling anymore. His bodyguards surrounded him. They called for a full evacuation of the area. Bailey was still in the forest. Skye ran to the tree line and called her name, loud as her lungs would allow. No one answered.

She entered the brush, rules be damned. Her foster parents would understand why she did it. No way would Skye ever leave her friend behind. She wandered through the trees, twigs snapping and leaves crushing under her sneakers.

“Bailey,” she cried. “Where are you? We have to go!”

Through a pair of tall bushes, Skye caught sight of yellow hair and a bright green t-shirt. Her heart leapt. She tore into the clearing and nearly fell flat on her face. Their ball was under her foot. Bailey wasn’t even looking in her direction. Instead, she stared straight ahead at a man. A man dressed in all black, so dark Skye almost missed him. He wore a mask that covered his face below the forehead. His hair was long and unbrushed. There was something weird about his left arm, but it was far less important than the gun in his hand.

He walked straight, right at Bailey. Skye wanted to scream at her to run, but her voice was gone. Bailey either wouldn’t move or couldn’t. Probably the latter since she clearly saw the gun and knew she was one step away from an untimely death.

The world was on pause. All noises gone. Skye had never thought of herself as heroic or religious, but she reared back her foot and kicked the ball with all her strength. As it sailed through the air, she prayed. ‘Please let this work.’

The ball hit the masked me square in the temple. It bounced off his skull into the darkness, never to be seen again. He didn’t fall down, not that Skye expected him to. It did knock his goggles off. They fell at his feet and he looked at her with dull blue eyes.

“Pick on someone your own size!” Skye shouted. It sounded tough, but she was at least a foot shorter than him and therefore nowhere near his size. In fact, her moment of bravery might’ve just gotten them both killed.

The man charged, not running but walking with purpose. He raised the gun, pointing the barrel at Skye’s head. She prayed again, even harder this time. She’d never known what happened to her real family, if they really didn’t want her or if they were all long dead, but if she had anyone up there waiting for her, she just hoped they were nice.

She closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable. It didn’t come. The man grunted like he was in pain. When she looked he was hunched over, his free hand clamped down on his wrist. He pulled it slowly back, almost like one half of him was trying to stop the other half from killing her.

“Nnngh-” he groaned. “Nn… no… I won’t…”

He reached into his belt, pulling out a small circular object. It looked like a cherry bomb, but when he dropped it, a thick cloud of smoke surrounded her. Skye coughed and fell on her knees. Heavy footfalls moved quickly away from her and disappeared. By the time the smoke cleared, Bailey was on the ground, shaking and crying, but unharmed. The man was gone, not a trace of him left.

Skye told the police when they arrived, but despite saying they’d get back to her, they never did. The politician’s assassination was never solved and eventually, Skye moved on with her life. But long after Bailey was adopted and moved across the country, after Skye turned eighteen and struck out on her own, and after starting her own tumultuous adventure into the world of espionage and superheroes, she never forgot that day in the park, or that man with eyes like the dead.

Not until Thanos was defeated and Daisy Johnson walked in on Steve Rogers and the newly resurrected Bucky Barnes. She stumbled as her brain registered their presence, nearly walking into a desk. “Sorry! Sorry. Thought this room was empty.”

“It’s okay,” Steve said pleasantly. He nodded at Barnes. “Buck, this is Daisy Johnson. She and her team were a big help in… you okay?”

Barnes was either not okay or extremely okay. Daisy had no idea which it was, only that she’d never seen eyes quite that wide or quite that blue either. They were mesmerizing, and oddly familiar. Daisy found herself staring at him as he rose to his feet and walked to her. A twinge of fear leftover from childhood hit her, but faded quickly when he smiled at her.

“Nice to meet you,” he said, taking her hand, “just promise you won’t hit me with a kickball again.”

Daisy’s jaw dropped. Steve seemed to realize what was happening and quickly bowed out. A million and one questions ran through Daisy’s head so fast, her brain needed to reboot itself several times before she finally got something out.

“It was a soccer ball…”

He chuckled, but his mirth died fast, replaced with apprehension. “I know I didn’t leave a good impression on you the first time, but Wakanda is beautiful this time of year. Want to maybe go for a walk?”

This had to be the craziest way anyone had ever met their soulmate. The kind of thing that turned her off to romance films because it was so unrealistic. Just a normal day for Daisy.

“I’d love to,” she said, and she really meant it.

[joeys-piano]

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My total word count on AO3 is 577,700 words. Nearly 3 years of sweat, blood, and tears have accumulated that many words. Hopefully by 2021, I should probably be near or have already crossed a million words written. That’s going to be an awesome celebration to look forward to.

I write a little bit every day. The word count varies, depending on what I want to accomplish. I’d say that my writing schedule is pretty flexible. I try not to clutter too much.

I do have a writing routine. I come up with tags and a title, develop a summary, outline a scene I want to write, write the scene, edit it, then repeat this little cycle until I have all the scenes I want, edit the entire piece in one go, edit the entire piece again on a different day, post. I try to stick with 2 scenes per chapter or 3 to 4 scenes per oneshot. Knowing how much I drag things out in stories, this works the best for me.

Kinks are not disclosed on this blog, I love a good bodyguard or police!AU or a bounty hunter or assassin trope, and I think my favorite pairing that I’ve written is Kamski/Chloe. The way i write it, I like it. It’s a story of two sophisticated minds falling to each other’s intellectual and dramatic charms. Beautiful.

I think the fics I enjoy writing the most are the ones that involve some sort espionage drama in it. I also enjoying writing fics in the Victorian era -- gives me an excuse to write an occasional ABO and sword fight scene. The one fic I know that has the most kudos is from my YoI days, and I rather not speak about those days.

I’m not very good with writing for conflicts or anything that lasts for a long time. Preferably, I enjoy shorter works a lot better. Less commitment and it’s not frowned upon when you juggle several different oneshots. For multi-chaps, there’s this annoying stigma to it and I hate that. Also, I tend to hate my writing the more I have to go back into it for a story, so my perception gets very skewed the longer a story goes.

If there’s something I do enjoy about my writing, it kicks the asses to a lot of fandom trends and I find that really respectable. I know as a creator, it puts me at a disadvantage because my works will be less likely read -- but there are some points where I don’t give an apple tater about what a fandom is craving for. I like to write for things that I like to read.

Even if the material is dark, even if it challenges you or me to actually think about serious matters and give a damn about it because we would much rather ignore the issue altogether. Part of why I still write fanfic is that I like to incorporate little lessons into each story and dabble into different kinds of horror just to mess with readers. I find it entertaining. I enjoy really messing with people, so fanfic is my medium of choice for it.