#hitmens au

[rubywingsracing]

Partners in Crime

LandOscar Spy/Assassin AU!

[tibby-art]

walk and talk

[sonnburntskies]

It occurs to me that had Fadel & Bison's parents not been murdered and both of them not trained as hitmen, they both would have grown up incredibly privileged and likely would have been spoiled rich kids. Bison's parents owned a freaking island, and from the flashback scene Fadel’s parents seemed equally well-off.

Which would make for a very different dynamic with Style and Kant.

Style, a blue-collar working-class tradesman, raised by a single parent, who lives behind a garage. Kant, a self-employed tattoo artist who works out of his own home, an orphan, sole guardian of a child for most of his life, and an ex-con who only committed crimes to survive and support his family.

Oh, they would all fucking hate each other. It would be the enemies-to-lovers, cross-class romance of the century!

[meatstronaut]

more hitmen au bc i think theyre silly

[tarottsi]

ughh, a woman so soft, pliant, and femininely gentle that naoya can’t help but worship the ground she walks on.

worship? that was wrong. just because he keeps tabs on you, appeals to all your needs, and make sure not a single bad thought goes into your head, doesn’t mean he’s smitten.

you see that? you dropped your handkerchief. of course he has to pick it up for you because you’re weak. then he’ll make sure it’s folded, pressed with a small hint of his cologne. the one you complimented before

just be careful next time, okay? he’s not around you 24/7… so he has armed guards around you instead.

[rayan12sworld]

💠🧡all my secrets safe

by:wincechesters

Summary:

Wei Wuxian is very good at what he does, the best contract killer on the payroll of Jiang Industries. Despite how dirty his job is, his life is pretty simple: wake up (eventually), go to work, make the hit, come home, try not to let his roommate Lan Wangji notice the blood on his hands, go to bed. He lives his life in secrets, and the only complication is that he might be in love with said roommate, and his roommate just might have secrets of his own.

Chapter:2/2

Words:12,367

Status:completed

(Mr and Mrs Smith AU)

I have two other ones too that (Mr and Mrs Smith AU)s should I upload it too??

But neither of them continued.

[nicomoon69]

for an AU I think it’d be hilarious if Jack and Janet were hitmen who were ordered to kill Burce and there’s just little Tim trying to prevent that from happening bc he can’t let his parents kill Batman

which is difficult because not only is he dealing with his very skilled parents but also Brucie Wayne who seems to have no sense of self preservation

[kining-the-evil]

Au where I’m the trophy wife to hitmen!Billy and Stu

[wehangout]

Shameless DVD Commentary

@annisefreya threw me some puppy-dog eyes and asked me to do DVD commentary for my hitmen au from kinktober. As usual, thanks to @callivich for the questions!

Which fanfic is your DVD commentary about?

It’s about the hitmen au series from my 2024 kinktober

Give us some stats - (when you wrote it, word count, how long it took to finish, is it a one-shot/multi-chapter, etc)

I wrote it in October of 2024, and word count if iffy. The whole fic comes to just over 40k, and I’d guess that at least 10k of that is hitmen au – maybe 15k. Each one varied in how long they took to write – some a couple of days (back when I first started and had time), but a couple were written the night of posting lmao

What was the initial inspiration for your story?

Gun kink. Look, I could have written any form of canon Ian and Mickey getting hot over watching the other use a gun. But I didn’t want to. I haven’t read Haunting Adeline, but I know about the scene and I wanted something like that. I wasn’t prepared to go quite that far, though, lol.

If the story is written from a character’s POV, why did you choose this character?

Mickey, but I do want to write one from Ian’s pov because holy balls that would be fun.

What was your favourite scene to write?

Pretty much any of the dialogue. There’s such a different vibe to this Ian and Mickey while still (hopefully) keeping them in character, and it was fun to explore the banter I usually write with a side of hatred, kink, and dom/sub

How did you come up with the title?

What title? Lmao

Are there any little moments or references you hope readers will notice?

“That’s not a knife, this is a knife”. The thing about this reference, though, is it was suggested to me by someone who was probably referring to Crocodile Dundee, obviously. But my brain replied with “that’s not a knife, that’s a spoon” … obviously.

Was there anything you struggled to write? If so, how did you overcome this?

I struggled with not wanting to disappoint, I guess. Hitmen au became a huge part of my kinktober, and I got it into my head that each new one I posted had to be better/hotter/more fucked up than the last. And I don’t think I did overcome this because I still feel that way about any I write in the future.

Favourite line in the story?

From part one:

“Knees.” You close your eyes. You take a steadying breath. You go to your knees.

From part two:

Even in the dark you can see the giant eye roll he gives you. “I liked your mouth so much better when it was stuffed full of my cock.”

Part three:

“Testing. Testing. Mickey likes dick. Testing.” and You can’t because when Ian Gallagher tells you to suck his dick, you ask how hard.

Part four:

“Sick. Little. Fuck.” He smirks. “And I am gonna test every fucking limit you have.”

Part five:

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you, Mick?”

Part six:

Mickey: eat dick Gallagher Unknown: time and place, mick

Part seven:

You look at him, eyes wide and horrified, and he stares back – dark, dangerous – and squeezes the fourth into you.

Did the storyline change in any way as you wrote the story?

There’s a small turn in the final one where Mickey calls him Ian and there are feelings of vulnerability. Obviously they’re going to fall in love, but I never intended to write that. To be honest, I didn’t plan to write more than the gun and knife kinks but you freaks wanted more.

If you are writing a particular trope or genre, was it your first time writing this?

None of it was my first time. I’ve done hitmen, I’ve done kink, I’ve done dubious consent (elsewhere). I hadn’t done weapons as sex toys, though …

What are you most proud about in the story? (plot, characterisation, dialogue, twist/cliffhanger, etc)

So lame, but I’m most proud of how it was received by readers.

Are there any deleted scenes that didn’t make it to the final story?

No. There were some bits that got edited, but no deleted scenes.

Are there any ‘behind the scenes’ info you’d like to share - e.g. what’s going on in a characters head in a certain scene or how you came to write a certain line?

I don’t know if anyone cares, but the moment in part 3 where Mickey’s on the phone to White Boy Carl and Ian suddenly takes over? Ian literally walked into the security office upstairs, took the phone from Carl, told him to get the fuck out in a way only a brother (or bother in law 😏) can, and Carl just got up and left without a fight like in the wedding episode because Big Brother lmao. He was never in any danger 😂

Reading back the story now, is there anything you’d change or add?

No. I’m pretty happy with what’s there.

Would you ever write a sequel to this story?

I’d love to write more.

Are there any ‘easter eggs’ in your story - e.g. references to other stories you’ve written, a trope you often use etc?

Same answer every time – the name thing.

If you’ve chosen your most popular story, are you surprised by the popularity?

It was definitely the most popular part of my kinktober, and fuck yeah I’m surprised. I thought I’d get hate for that shit.

Were you nervous or excited to post this story?

So very both. Especially when the first one was dub/con.

Did you have a beta or a friend who helped you as you wrote?

Mandi @bawlbrayker helped me so hard with this 💜

Ask your followers to pick a snippet (no more than 500 words) and share your thoughts about it.

gallavich-annise suggested my favourite part of the build up in knife play, so …

 “Drop your knife so I can show you all the things mine can do. Promise you’ll like them.”

You want to stab him, but your body reacts without your brain’s consent and you drop the knife.

“Hmm. Good boy.”

You glare up at him. “You can fuck off with that right the fuck now.”

“Ooh, boundaries. I like it.”

“I fucking hate you.”

Even in the dark you can see the giant eye roll he gives you. “I liked your mouth so much better when it was stuffed full of my cock.”

Your eyes flutter at the comment and you force them open, force yourself to look up with every ounce of hate inside of you. But that smirk is there, right back in place, and you want to bite his lip hard enough to make it bleed, hard enough to make him moan.

His knife flicks again and again, at the last two buttons on your jacket.

“Take it off.”

You take it off.

You want to kill him, but you also want to fuck him, so all you can do is hope that fucking him to death is an option.

The jacket drops and he crowds you. You step back further and further, but he moves in closer and closer until your back is against the brick wall fence, his body is only inches from yours, and his knife is at your loosened tie. You watch in the light of the lamp, breath held deep in your lungs, as the knife twists and cuts through the tie like it’s nothing. And while he might hear your shuddering exhale, he’ll never know about the surge of arousal that simmers low in your gut.

“You buy this or rent it?” he asks, knife pinging off each shirt button until your chest is bare.

“Borrowed it from your mom,” you say. You glare up at him, but his eyes stay glued to the knife.

“Hmm. You know why I killed him, don’t you?”

He’s talking about your date. You stare up at him, eyebrows in your hairline, but his eyes remain on your shirt.

“Because you’re a fucking dick?”

“Not quite.” He trails the tip of the blade down your torso, and the first touch of blade against your skin has you shivering. “Open it.”

You pull your shirt from your pants and let it hang open.

“Not because I’m a dick,” he says. His gaze is glued to your bare chest as he traces the blade over your skin in movements soft enough to tickle.  “It’s just that seeing his hands on you made me a little … possessive.”

Your chest lifts heavily with each deep breath you take, and there’s a part of you that wants to breathe deeper, push your chest out more, make him press the blade that little bit harder …

Instead, “What? You think you’re the only dick I’ve sucked this year?”

He finally lifts his eyes to look at you, smirk still in place, but eyes dark and unforgiving. “Watch yourself, Mickey.”

“Or what?”

The knife pauses. Stops right in the middle of your sternum. He stares down at you, eyes searching yours, before finally smiling.

“Oh, how silly of me, trying to threaten you with a good time.”

“Fuck off.”

He leans in. “Don’t get me wrong, this banter/foreplay thing we’ve got going here get’s me hard as fuck, but next time? Let’s just get straight to the fucking, okay?”

“There won’t be a next time.”

“Sure, Mickey. Now, lower your pants and show me how you touch yourself.”

You scowl at him, teeth clenched, but his words make your stomach drop, make you undo your belt, pop the button, slide the zip. You lower your pants and boxers and let them pool at your feet.

Okay, that’s more than 500 words, BUT I adore the way Mickey’s verbally fighting back here, all the while doing exactly what Ian tells him to do without a single complaint or push back. They’re arguing/bantering about something else entirely, and while Mickey is pushing back on that front, he just follows every direction Ian gives him from “take off your shirt” to “show me how you touch yourself” and doesn’t give it a single thought. And it has both nothing and everything to do with the knife omg.

Anything else you’d like the readers to know about the story?

As mentioned above, I was … not hesitant to post the first part, but I was definitely concerned about how it would be received. I knew I wasn’t the only person into this kind of thing, but I did not expect the love this entire series got and I’m just so appreciative. While the writing wasn’t necessarily out of my comfort zone, posting it was, and the feedback I got has helped my confidence as a writer 💜

[rubywingsracing]

Be Gay… Do Crimes

More Landoscar spy au 💅💅

[crazypercheron]

Not sure who it is they are duking it out with (Illagers? NHO? The IRS-) but I thought it would be cool showing the Cubs off again-

Lost Prince AU and Cub @convexicalcrow

Masked Chimes AU Cub (I think?) @convex-solos

Convexian Hitmen AU Cub @tibby-art

[sonnburntskies]

Oh no, the more I think about Fadel & Bison being born upper class, the more I'm questioning why they were basically kidnapped so easily.

Even if they had no other family members to look for them, when anything happens to rich people, law enforcement and the media act like it's a national emergency (anyone remember OceanGate???). But Lilly snatched up those nepo-babies as though they'd never even existed!

You know who would have been way easier to steal with basically nobody noticing? Lower class kids with no one to look for them.

Reverse Hitman AU where Lilly takes Kant, Style and Babe instead of Fadel, Bison and Keen.

Kant and Babe would be so easy to kidnap. Their parents are already dead and kids get lost in the foster system all the time.

Or, if one wanted to keep the element of Lilly killing the parents, she could have either orchestrated the plane crash or used it to pass the hit off as a tragic accident when in reality she poisoned them before they even got on the plane.

Kant has already been shown in canon to submit to the wills of authority figures and he was willing to break the law to support Babe financially. A young and impressionable Kant could be manipulated into killing if it was for his brother’s safety.

Babe wouldn't be as useful to Lilly right away since he'd literally be a toddler, but she could look at him as an investment. The future, perfect hitman that she could mold from infancy who would be loyal only to her. In the meantime, he'd make for excellent insurance to hold over Kant's head to force him into compliance.

Style's mother has already died of cancer, and the loss causes his father to ‘shut down’ for a time. His dad is deeply grieving and works in a hazardous profession. Lilly could make it look like an industrial accident or even suicide over the loss of his wife to get him out of the way.

Style does have a list of relatives who would notice him missing, but from the outside it would just look like the death of both his parents drove Style to run away from home. It's unlikely any extended family members would have the resources to look for him, let alone take care of him. The police would just label him as a runaway who'd come back on his own eventually, so they could quickly write him off rather than waste resources looking for him.

Style might be harder for Lilly to control, since he's an unpredictable loose cannon and a pacifist at heart. But in the show, Style goes along with Kant's scheme even after he learns the truth because his greatest weakness is his fierce loyalty. All Lilly would have to do is encourage the family angle and get him attached to Kant and Babe for him to fall in line, following her orders as long as it's for their sake.

Style is such a good actor and a smooth talker, he would be great at schmoozing the marks and getting their guards down. And well, we’ve already seen how weirdly comfortable he is holding a gun.

Her perfect hit-men candidates. Children who fell through the cracks of society. Children who no one would miss.

[meatstronaut]

sanusona au idea where the three of them are hitmen/assassins and the three of them were assigned the same team (robin's their team leader ofc)

[ill-procastinato]

Hey guys! Back to writing simi fanfics, hope you enjoy this as much as i do :P

[blue-disco-lights]

julia, my dear, i know you didn't reblog the trope mashup, but you said you wanted to play on discord, so,

how about 8 + 13? 🤗💚

Thank you Nosho for nudging me into waters I've never waded into before. Here we go... #8 Hitman + #13 Mermaid AU 🧜‍♂️

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This was it, this was the last time he was doing this shit. He was so sick, of being Terry’s errand boy, for putting his life, his future on the line. And for what?  

This was the last one.

He pulled up to the marina parking lot, killed the engine, and looked out at the harbor. A gorgeous day as ever for a hit. His target was the Emerald Star, an enormous luxury yacht floating in the sparkling blue water of the bay. He could almost sit back and enjoy the view, the sun glimmering off the pristine white boat. But he had a job to do.  

The place was crawling with uniformed and plain clothes security. He packed up his revolver and silencer in his briefcase, straightened his tie, adjusted his phony security badge, and made his way to the dock.

Just as he was about to climb up the ramp, he saw a flicker and splash in the water right off the starboard side. They got big ass fish out here, he thought. The splash turned into bigger waves disrupting the calm glassy surface of the water, and he swore he saw a flash of red and aquamarine swim away. Sun's starting to fuck with me.

Once on the yacht, he made his way through the party, desperate to get his hands on a glass of champagne or several shots of Belvedere. He had a job to do first though. He’d get this done, collect his share, and close the chapter on this miserable existence. Start his life for real. 

He spotted his target out on the deck. He grasped the suitcase handle tight, teeth grinding. He felt a headache coming on, the sun was beaming right into his eyes.

Another big splash off the side of the deck caught his attention. He looked over, and his heart jumped - now he knew the sun was fucking with him because out of the water emerged a beautiful creature. A man. With porcelain skin, crimson hair. He watched mesmerized as the man swam effortlessly closer. He knew he was going nuts now, because the man flicked ocean water right at him, with a glimmering sapphire tail. 

The beautiful man peeked his head up again out of the water, stared straight at him with emerald eyes, and mouthed one word: “Jump.”

And he did.

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic august 28 - injury - 1.6k words - cw: gun violence, blood, shot wound aka hitmen AU aka homoromantic wound caring <3

Regulus throws them behind the battered outside of the building with a shout, presses James against the wall with his body weight while he leans back around the edge to fire off two more precise shots hitting their opponents right in the chest both times. They go down immediately. 

See, Regulus is no amature.

As opposed to James who’d barged right into the middle of his mission without having any business in it apart from the fact that he’s clearly jealous and not handling the fact well that Regulus is leading their kill score. 

He’d jumped in from the roof uninvited, fallen to the ground controlled looking like a fucking death angel in his skin tight hitmen get-up and started taking out people left and right while Regulus had had everything under control and then proceeded to get himself shot. Serves him fucking right honestly. Regulus should have left him there to bleed out slowly and painfully.

He should have.

He didn’t.

Instead Regulus had cursed as he’d seen James stumble and clutch his side, manic grin and hubris blown right out of him. Stupid fucking idiot.

It was easy enough taking out the rest of the lot, not so when James had started looking so distractingly ashy in the face, like he was about to fall over and not get back up again.

Right now Regulus twists back to James’ heavy body and maneuvers him to sit on the dirty ground, taking in the shallow breathing and twist of his annoyingly gorgeous face.

James winces, eyes squeezing together as Regulus goes to straddle his lap and pull up his shirt. 

The injury looks bad. Blood trickling out around the reddened shot wound. Fuck, the bullet’s still in.

James keens when Regulus manhandles both of James’ hands over it with one of Regulus’ to put pressure on it. He sounds pitiful and Regulus nearly feels bad for him so bites out a, “Fuck you.”

That makes him feel marginally better and also James wheeze out a breath that could have been a chuckle under more optimal circumstances so Regulus takes his win as he rumages for his cell in his pocket. Dials Sirius’ number and is met with screaming and sirens in the background that mirror the ones he hears from father away from his current position as soon as his brother picks up.

“The fuck were you thinking?”

Regulus jaw drops a bit at the audacity, “Me? Fuck you, I should let James bleed out on the spot for that sentence alon—”

“James? Regulus, what’s going on?”

“He’s gone and crashed the fucking mission, is what’s going on! Fucking show-off—” he enunciates by pressing harder into James’ stomach, making his stupid brown baby cow eyes bulge behind his glasses, “—always gotta be the center of fucking attention.”

“Regulus—”

“What, haven’t already gotten enough from all of your beloved, loyal friends? From my brother? From the never-ending string of pathetic whores panting after y—”

“Regulus,” Sirius growls again through the static of the phone, “Why is James bleeding?”

Regulus sniffs primly as he glares down at James fluttering eyelashes. He feels very warm and sturdy under Regulus’ spread legs, “’cause he’s a sad excuse of a hitman. You don’t just wake up one day and decide to become an assassin,” James’ lips twitch into an exhausted grin, “You’re born with that sort of talent, obviously. You can only all too clearly see for yourself what happens,” Regulus shifts and presses down on the shot wound again, watching in satisfaction as James tips his head back with a groan, “—when you try to play in the big league when you’re nothing but a doped up street rat.”

James licks at the sheen of sweat building on his top lip and manages to rasp, “Love it when you talk dirty to me.”

A frustrated groan rips from Regulus’ throat as Sirius’ voice comes through the speaker again, “Reg, why is James bleeding?”

James’ eyes unfocus a bit over Regulus’ shoulder and he feels his stomach do something weirdly unpleasant, “Got himself shot trying to play hero. Bullet’s still in.”

“Shit, fuck,” Regulus can almost see Sirius run a hand through his hair in distress, “Okay- okay fuck, text me your locations. I’ll send a distraction team and have Marlene and Pete pick you up, as soon as possible.”

“Yeah,” Regulus watches as James’ eyes flutter in exhaustion, “Make it quick.”

He purposefully wiggles in James’ lap to jostle him while he shoots Sirius the text with his location, “C’mon James, no sleeping.”

James grunts dismissively, head lolling weakly against the filthy brick, hair an awful mess and Regulus feels him let off the pressure over the injury wound.

“Fuck,” Regulus puts his phone away quickly and threads his fingers into the wild strands at James’ nape and clenches.

“Ngh,” James’ eyes shoot open and he fixes Regulus with a sharp squint. That’s better. “Am I not in enough pain already, Reg?”

Regulus rolls his eyes, ignoring the relief, “Don’t be a baby.”

“‘Don’t be a—’ excuse me, have you ever been shot?”

Well, no, but, “That’s completely irrelevant right now.”

“Literally how?”

“Stop coming off topic.”

“You’re the one coming off t—” James tapers off into a groan, cramping into himself in pain. 

Regulus feels his brows knit in worry and he absently scrapes his nails against James’ skull in a soothing motion while he shushes him and curses quietly.

James pants as he squirms uncomfortably in place, then blinks up at Regulus again, “Y’know whenever I’ve thought about you in my lap it was always a more pleasant kind of pain I’ve counted on.”

Regulus rolls his eyes, warmth pooling in his gut. But James is still lucid and talking so Regulus indulges him, “Yeah, what kind instead?”

James hums tiredly, “Well, for one I get weirdly turned on whenever you’re playing with those little daggers of yours.”

The corner of Regulus’ mouth drags up. He nods encouragingly.

James swallows with visible difficulty, voice strained when he goes on, “There was that one time we had a rope seminar.”

Regulus remembers that James had knocked over his open water bottle when Regulus had been timed on preparing a friction hitch knot. He’d thought him the biggest fool on the planet. Not that this has changed much over the months.

“You’re always so mean,” James’ eyes glaze over, smiling to himself, “You don’t even need a weapon, your words cut deep enough on their own mos’times…”

His eyeslids sink shut again as his mouth falls pliant and his hold over the injury slackens. Not good.

“Come on, James, you love talking about yourself, go on,” Regulus licks his lips nervously, keeping the pressure over their hands.

James sighs, “’m tired, Reg.”

Regulus tries yanking at his roots again but James won’t do anything but make little pained noises, body untensing under Regulus.

“Fuck, James,” Regulus taps him against the cheek. Shit, what is he supposed to do?

Shock value, Sirius voice reverberates through his muddled thoughts. Do something they won’t expect, abruptly. Whatever it takes to keep them awake.

Regulus sucks in an unsteady breath and then angles James’ head up and pulls him into a kiss.

He feels the hitch of breath rather than he hears it, sucked in right against the burning skin of his cheek and then James lets out a noise.

Breathes in the air coming out of Regulus’ mouth and tips his chin back into the kiss with renewed vigor. They gasp into each others’ mouths as they continue the press of wet lips and weak nudges of tongue while Regulus tries to stay at least half-focused on holding the pressure over the bullet hole in James’ abdomen. 

He’s a fucking assassin for god’s sake and this might be the most insane thing he’s ever done.

Regulus’ whole body goes stock still, James’ breath ragged on his face, when suddenly a familiar, teasing voice comes from behind, shit-eating grin evident in her voice, “Well, that I’ve certainly never seen in a first aid handbook.”

“Yeah, y’know what Marls,” Peter snickers childishly, “Seems like Regulus got it from here, James looks pretty vitalized to me again.”

“Mmh,” James nudges his nose against Regulus’ as he slurs, “All the medicine I need right here.”

Regulus levels him with a flat stare, “Blood loss has made you delirious.”

They get James up and onto the cot in the back of the van where Peter has already set up his medical tools.

Before Regulus has the chance to step out James makes an unhappy noise that has him turning back, “Ride back to the cove with me?”

“Not a fucking chance, Potter,” Regulus hops out of the vehicle and turns with his hand on the back door, “My bike’s still on the other end of the street, I wouldn’t leave her if Sirius’ life was on the line.”

Peter snorts as he readies the antiseptic and James honest to god pouts. Regulus can see the blood slick injury gaping from where he’s standing. Ridiculous man.

“I’ll see you in the medical wing,” Regulus replies for whatever reason and before the lighting up of James’ eyes can do anything pathetic as elicit warm shudders along Regulus’ spine he slams the door shut and pivots on the spot to head for his bike.

Regulus dutifully visits James in his hospital bed that evening.

They both get whacked over the head when Peter has to redo James’ stitches not five hours later.