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allamericanb-tch · 9 months ago

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art heist, baby! thoughts (1)

doing this for every fic i read apparently. did i read half of this in one sitting? yes. will i finish the rest of it tonight? also probably yes.

chapter 1

i am So Excited To Read This

james! ahhhh

remus! ahhhh

remus being a bowie fan in every AU

james just being james

wait is james going to steal art because he’s Broke ?! i’m here for it honestly

ooooh is it regulus

or sirius

brazil mention!

oh! money laundering!

IT IS REGULUS!! AHHH!!!

not james already falling for regulus you haven’t even MET the man you spoke on the phone BRIEFLY this is so james of james to do. james jameses like no other

chapter 2

remus 😭😭 i mean valid. james is being very. james.

“You’re going to get murdered and wind up on some true-crime podcast” that’s the dream isn’t it

“and not because he didn’t know how to parallel park.” REAL does anyone actually know how to parallel park

is sirius the Other Man

james being In Love with regulus ALREADY still

he got the job! was there ever any doubt

ahhh i wonder who’s on their “team”

EVAN!!!!!

barty mention!

james. dear sweet james.

evan is so real.

i’m sorry the old james can’t come to the phone right now. why? oh! cause he’s dead!

appreciation for these end notes

“Regulus: Do this art heist with me or I will kill you and not feel bad abt it at all

James: You're so lovely. So pretty. So beautiful.”

chapter 3

new hampshire ?! (🎶i’m mean because i grew up in new england🎶) (sincere apologies to the amount of times i break into song in my ‘[fanfic] thoughts’ things i genuinely cannot help myself i’m a stereotypical choir kid and a former theater kid)

no way james is just gonna abandon remus. he doesn’t have it in him.

ok remus (?)

GRANT MENTION!!!!!!

THE DRIVER IS NAMED KREACHER 😭

REMUS?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE this is hilarious

lily!!!!!!!! i would know that red hair anywhere

“James was panicking. Why was everyone so hot?” this is the best line that has ever and will ever be written

marlene!!!

james is so lovestruck (🎶got lovestruck went straight to my head got lovesick all over my bed🎶)

“Alright, so what have you two been in jail for,” i’m in love with you marlene mckinnon

remus and marlene

PETER i lowkey forgot about peter

“James wasn’t sure what he thought of Regulus other than that he felt general splendour whenever they made eye contact.”

chapter 4

the summary: “James just stares at Regulus, like a lot. Like A LOT a lot.”

remus not being able to sleep on planes is so real

i love new england so much (i have never been)

“No relationships were permitted among group members. Absolutely no sex either.” yeah there’s no way this rule will be broken. nope.

“Remus believed it to be a cardinal sin to write in the margins of books and kept a separate journal to document his thoughts while reading.” remus it’s okay to be wrong sometimes

THEYRE LEARNING AMERICAN ACCENTS 😭😭

“Remus was already teasing him mercilessly claiming he had the ‘hots for teacher’” i love remus

james being a little exhibitionist

james 😭😭

the art history is art historying

the jegulus is jegulusing

i was gonna stop here but the end notes say we get sirius in the next chapter so now i HAVE to read it

chapter 5

oh hanky panky in this chapter ?!

frank!!!

omg are they detectives ahhhh enemies to lovers wolfstar ?!

PANDORA!!!!

wolfstar?! wolfstar.

ahhhhhhhhhh (!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

moony!

oh, remus.

peter being a helpful icon

chapter 6

everyone helping james pick an outfit for his ‘date’ ahhhh

“you do look nice” AHHHH

regulus likes oranges!!!!!!! he’s just like me fr

REGULUS BEING A CHILDHOOD DIRECTIONER HELP

james would like harry best

their favorite colors being red and green <3

of course regulus would like that painting

james: “i would steal that painting for you”

regulus just. forgetting he’s driving.

the jegulus is jegulusing

chapter 7

“It’s not even cooking, you literally had to put the bread in the toaster and remember to pull it out,” Remus fumed again.

“Your father should’ve remembered to pull it out.”

james being a teachers pet

eeeee wolfstar

they’re both david bowie fans AS THEY SHOULD BE

oh no 😟

peter and james being lifesavers

eeeee they’re throwing a party

“I want a nice house, a house with a family and enough money for that house to be on the tropical beach somewhere. I want enough money so that nothing will go wrong that can’t be fixed.” peter’s just like me fr

them bonding >>>

dorlene!

JAMES WHAT ARE YOU DOING

not james ratting everyone out to regulus

eeeeee jegulus

KISS GUYS COME ON

chapter 8

sirius!

sirius is down bad

i love fralice

sirius making The Joke will never not be funny

their date <3

pandora!

REGULUS ?! what are you doing here babe

REGULUS STOLE SIRIUS’ FAVORITE PAINTING OMG

oooh they’re arguing

SIRIUS GOT SHOT?!

gasp

chapter 9

i like that the chapters are short

“nothing much, just 1.2 million” yeah regulus that’s nothing…

ooooh dorlene i love them

regulus just drowning the bathroom

the painting

jegulus ❤️‍🩹

THEYRE HUGGING

“Oh, James thought. So this is what he was supposed to do. This is what his arms were made for, to hold Regulus Black for as long as he wanted. Until the last day. Until forever.”

a hug from james fleabag potter would solve all of my problems

chapter 10

barty calling everyone criminals and common whores

guns this is so america core

“mary mary quite contrary” mention

i love barty and evan so much

oh my god. did james make regulus orange muffins AHHHHH i love james so much omg

ahhhh jegulus

pinky promise ❤️‍🩹

ok i need to read another. i would not be surprised if i read this all in one sitting.

chapter 11

sirius pov!

their childhood ☹️

wolfstar ❤️‍🩹

not remus reading anna karenina 😭

😧

remus just. lying. to regulus

i love james.

nooo he and sirius have to be sneaky now ☹️

oh no remus and james are fighting ☹️

ok they aren’t fighting anymore.

james potter, defender of love and lovers everywhere.

chapter 12

another short chapter! i actually love short chapters so much

this fic is lowkey making me want to steal art

james and peter passing notes i love them

oh my 😭

chapter 13

will this be the chapter james and regulus kiss (pleaseeee)

ahhhhh their date

james can’t ride a bike 😭

minor spelling mistake 🤬

james and regulus bonding

ahhhh jegulus is jegulusing

LUCIUS?! boooo get outta here

the paddle

ahhh i’m nervous for the auction

ahhh regulus not moving his hand

they’re flirting

aghhhhh they need to kiss

chapter 14

wolfstar is so illicit affairs

ahhhhhhhh (!!!!!!!!!)

yeah sirius would have a motorcycle tattoo

chapter 15

HANKY PANKY IN THIS CHAPTER?! PLEASE LET IT BE JEGULUS OH MY GOD

guys my heart is beating omg

omg they’re painting each other that’s so cute

brazil mention! i love brazil

THEYRE KISSING!!!!!!!!

oh.

oh!!!

AHHHH!!!!!!!

giggling my feet so hard rn

chapter 16

jegulus is JEGULUSING

guys does this fic actually get sad or

because i’m almost halfway done and i have not felt one emotion other than HAPPINESS

regulus ☹️

oh no lily what’s happening

remus ?!

regulus being jealous of lily 😭 please sweetie lily is very obviously a lesbian and i love her and MARYLILY

regulus being a donna tartt lover

chapter 17

i’m getting nervous (hamilton ref ?!)

what is regulus yapping about

oh ?!

a coffee shop ?! the wolfstar coffee shop perchance ?!

so it seems

oh me oh my

oh ?!

WHAT

oh. my. god.

trojan horse ?!

ok yeah

guys i’m scared

chapter 18

remus ?!

guys i’m scared

ahh

evan 😭

nooooo why is this not only happiness anymore

regulus just being a hypocrite

oh me oh my

the lack of question marks in this dialogue is absolutely heinous but i’m willing to look past it because this fic is so good

marlene 😭😭

“Then, the sun peaked above the horizon and the tea went cold and Regulus was alone.” ☹️☹️

i can’t do this anymore i need a break and it isn’t even getting BAD yet

#art heist baby

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luvwestwood · 11 months ago

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❝ HANDS UP! ❞ - Choso Kamo

" — HE CALLED US RIDE OR DIES — SO I HOPPED ON THE DICK AND RODE IT. "

₊˚༊*·˚ warnings. nsfw(18+), gun-play, notoriety au! choso, VERY extreme foreplay, p in v, choso fucks you on a pile of money, face-fucking, spanking, pounding, back shots, degradation, mixed in with praising, (slut/good girl/whore/fuck doll), cum eating, rough play, rough sex, cumming in mouth, riding, choso is just so filthy oh my god..

₊˚༊*·˚ notes. ok ngl this piece had so many different story lines before I finalised with this one. that one fanart had me in a chokehold LOL. also ty to my girl @/m0nsterzl0ve for the thong part LMAOOO IT MADE ME CREAM!! sorry for edging u guys by taking so long to post this. thanks for 1.1k ^^

4,918 words (17m read)

header art used - credits to @/anniechrome on ig!

Both you, and your lover Choso were truly unstoppable. What started as innocent, pure sweethearts— to becoming the most wanted outlaws of your nation.

From paid assassinations, gas station robberies and big time heists. The two of you were equally as fucked up, and you couldn’t even remember how this lifestyle of yours came to be. Ruthless and unpredictable, your names were carved in the annals of notoriety.

And how? How have you not been caught yet? Hell, sentenced to death? Thanks to the countless identity changes, and the constant moving from state to state— my, were they clueless. The two of you knew this whole game inside out. It was the intricate, logical planning that got you what you needed every single time. Media from all over the world were never able to decipher your methods.

“..Speed it up a bit baby, we’ve got 60 seconds on the clock.” Choso notifies, voice muffled behind the fabric of his balaclava as he stuffed wads of cash into a duffel— This was light work, as if you were simply going grocery shopping.

Trying to suppress a giggle out of nervousness and pure excitement, you continue to do the same; filling the duffel to the brim with stacks of cash— the entire bag bulking on it’s sides, but fortunately you were able to zip the thing up.

Both of you had chosen to go for the casino downtown; an easy 150k cash out. It wasn’t as big as the others in the central city, but it was enough— since it’s less likely to stir up such commotion along the way.

You could hear the sound of heavy boots creeping up behind, a playful spank on your ass causing you to flinch. “Hey!” Scowling, you haul the duffel onto your back, glaring at Choso’s eyes that seemed to be squinting in the holes of his mask; but you just knew, he was grinning behind it.

“Twenty seconds,” he adds on, "Better make a run for that exit, or someone won't be enjoying $700 champagne tonight." A hand snakes around your waist, firmly gripping on your curves above the material of your black long-sleeve; your eyes rolling at his playful remark.

The officer guarding the safe was still knocked out cold, which gave you that one bit of assurance. And, the intended back-door exit wasn't blocked off, so that seemed like a good sign.

No alarms, nobody waiting outside for your presence. Just in and out of there, like a gust of wind— except the difference between you and the gale is that somebody would be coming out with a shit ton of cash.

Both peeling off your mask, you took a deep breath of air; Choso fiddling away with something on his trap phone.

"What're you doing?" Curious, you questioned your lover— walking over to your getaway car that was just stalled outside. Today's vehicle of choice was something luxury, but not too flashy— I mean, it's perfect since no one would question why you would carry so much money.

Choso hums, peeling his eyes away from the screen as he reached his side of the car, chucking the duffel into the minute space behind the driver's seat, and so, you do the same. "Just giving them the opportunity to take a 'lil nap."

With the click of a button, he was able to release BZ gas from the vents of the casino— allowing you two more time to get away, as media and authority may just take it as a separate terroristic threat, not realizing their vaults were wiped out.

As soon as the doors shut, you both break into laughter, Choso smiling as he cupped your cheeks into his palms; planting a loving kiss on your lips.

He pulls away, hands firmly gripping on the wheel as he takes a deep breath. "Fuck, 'can't believe we just did that." Shaking his head in disbelief, he continues, "We've been doing this for so long but it always seems like it's so—"

"Surreal?" You finish his sentence, reaching for the backpack below your feet; filled with you and Choso's post-heist disguises. Today's theme was a filthy rich, daddy's money couple, coming up with the style choice was always your favorite part.

Tossing a dress shirt, pants and neater shoes at Choso, you raised your hips from the seat, tugging on the waistband of your cargos as you shimmied them down your legs.

"Tell me, where you wanna stay for tonight? We've got all the money in the world." That was an overstatement, but you knew what he meant. Choso was quick in switching to his dress shirt, rolling up its sleeves up to his elbows, just enough to expose his perfectly veined forearms. His grip on the wheel tightens as he pulls away from the scene.

Struggling from the crammed space, but getting there in the end— you slid on a black strappy dress, followed with fashionable noir stockings; all while thinking of where would tonight's destination be. "Mmm, overnight at Bellagio?" You responded, fastening the ankle strap on your heels.

Choso's hand rests in place on your thigh, gripping at the soft flesh through the nylon. He remains focused on the road in front of him, but still somewhat alert for anyone who could potentially be trailing behind you guys.

After a short duration of flickering back and forth within the rear view mirror, he responds affirmatively. "Anything for my girl," Choso authentically smiles, sneaking in a quick glance at the side of your face.

Occupied, lining your lips in the passenger's mirror, you pucker; clicking the liners cap back on. "Baby, should I throw on that Mia Wallace wig too?"

What felt like ages, you both made it to Bellagio in the end. Hand in hand, you walked into the sumptuous lobby; Choso carrying the responsibility of handling the two duffel bags. And no, you didn't wear the wig.

"Baby, y'know how this place is reaalllly popular?" Your eyes peer up to his temples, Choso focused on locating the reception desk from how big this place was. "..What if they don't let us in?"

He scoffed, stopping in his steps, fully turning his body in your direction. "Don't worry, I'll make them if they won't." That meant two things. Either someone will lose their job today, or he'll shoot this place up. I'd rather option a.

For a place as luxurious as this, it was humorous to see only one receptionist behind such a massive, tall desk. The place was busy, which allowed the perfect environment to blend in with in case of an emergency.

Upon approaching the desk, the lone woman greets you in a chirpy voice. "Welcome to Bellagio! How can I be of service?" Pretending to type away at the keyboard, she looks up, crossing her arms on the surface.

Before you could speak, Choso gestured that he could handle this interaction with a quick look of assurance. Though you remained linked to his arm, manicured nails gently scratching at his skin; something you tend to do that he finds comforting.

"Could we book out the finest room you have?" He politely asks, thankfully with no threat in the tone of his voice. Though the receptionist's expression didn't look as promising. You took occasional peeps at his face, mesmerized by his looks; my, did you love his hair down.

"..That would be the Presidential Suite, but unfortunately prior booking is needed for that. I'll have to put you in the-"

He discreetly slides three, hundred dollar bills, the woman’s eyes locking onto the bribe; mouth hanging open and speechless. Who wouldn’t accept that?

Choso doesn't say anything else, but she gives in; looking around for anyone else near her before taking the cash. "..I'll need names, identification and duration of stay.."

You beamed a smile before reaching into your purse for the fake passports, probably the 25th one you've made during your career.

Handing the passports over, Choso stated that you'd be staying for two nights, under the names 'Liam Kennedy', and 'Anna Wong'. Names not too shabby, if you ask. Fine, maybe they were inspired by the all-time game you both loved.

The receptionist stands, sublimely gesturing to the direction of the elevator, which was situated at the far side of the lobby. "If you proceed to the lift, your room is on floor 36. The concierge may take your bagga-"

"No need, I'm carrying light." He smiles, lifting up the duffels with minimal strength before turning the two of you around. Picking up the pace, you hurried to the elevator, your heels clacking against the marble floors.

Butterflies danced around the chamber of your stomach, Choso gently pressing on your lower back as he guides you into the elevator. You couldn't stop smiling, while your lover on the other hand remained calm.

You faced the doors, watching as they close, Choso stepping forward to press on the 36th button high up the panel. "What's with all the cheesing?" He also happens to grin as a result of you, returning to his original position on your left.

"Hmm.. nothing," Biting down on your lower lip, both hands swayed your purse side to side as you watched the numbers on the monitor increase.

Choso snorts air out through his nostrils, simply not buying your answer. "..Right.." Analyzing your frame from top to bottom, he rapidly darts his eyes away; thoughts of your heeled, stocking covered legs hoisted atop his shoulders. "What're you thinking of doing when we get to our room?"

"I don't know, sleep?"

"..Mhm.." He nods slowly, deciding to accept your answer.

Ding!

"..Well, we're here," You blurted out, your sole, proper input for the duration of the ride.

Stepping out of the elevator, Choso's hands remained glued on your lower back as he reaches for the keycard in his pocket. You've noticed that your room was the only one on this entire floor. No wonder you'd need such an early booking for a room like this.

"Excited to see?" He jests, hovering the key card over the lock. You nod frantically, Choso finally unlocking the double doors; and fuck, was the room absolutely enormous, and extravagant.

It could pass as a complete apartment downtown— it literally had everything you needed. Even things you didn't think you needed.

Scurrying into the room, you pulled away from Choso’s forearm, attempting to take in your surroundings; mouth gawped in amazement at the king sized bed before you, facing a few floor-to-ceiling windows that had a perfect view of the strip.

It felt like a dream, and so you belly flopped onto the bed, arms and legs spread out wide; allowing yourself to stretch your limbs. Letting out a mewl of satisfaction, a sigh of relief passes your lips at the same time. Purse falling onto the carpeted ground, you daze at the ceiling, the freshly laundered smell of the 600 thread count sheets pleasant to your nose.

Hearing the main door automatically lock, Choso’s quiet patters entered the room after you. "I'll assume you're happy with the room?" He kicks off his shoes to give his feet a rest— paranoid, he glides a finger along the edges of tables and dressers for any planted bugs.

Finding nothing, he calms his nerves a bit— walking over to your sprawled out frame on the bed soon after.

You giggle, "More than happy. I'm over the moon." Choso all touchy with you all over again; he drags you closer to the edge of the bed, the man anchoring himself between your legs— an irritated yelp coming from you.

"..Choso.." Watching his every move, you softly pressed the flat of your heel on his chest, the man carefully caressing just under your calf; dangerously moving towards your inner thigh.

"What're we even gonna do with all this money?" You say, tilting your head back as you gain an upside down view of the duffel bags behind.

He places a kiss on your ankle, before lightly pressing his weight on you; reaching for the duffels bulking with cash. Choso rummages inside of the bag, "Dunno, maybe a holiday in Marbella?"

You roll your eyes, brows suddenly furrowing as you hear the familiar sound of a gun reloading just out of your vision. With the help of your elbows, you prop yourself up on the bed; uncontrollably dragging your heel down his body. "What the fuck, you brought that in with you? Thought you left that in the car?”

Properly sitting up, you rest, kneeled; Choso unphased by your reaction. "Yeah," he says, ever so nonchalantly and shrugging. "Never know what could happen."

He presses the metal tip of the glock on your clothed breasts, so gentle but firm at the same time. Your eyes trail down to your chest, Choso's voice catching you by surprise. "Come on, empty the duffels out on the bed. Let's see how much we've earned today."

Sighing, you crawled around on the bed on your hands and knees; grabbing one of the two bags to completely unzip it, absolutely bent over in front of your lover. The same metal barrel, now pressing against the curve of your ass. Taking a look behind your shoulder, you shoot him a death stare, Choso grinning at your reaction.

"What?"

"Stop that, or I'm throwing these bags out the window." Words laced with faux venom, it took all the muscles in you to refrain your lips from curling into a smile; Choso slowly moving the barrel further down.

It’s muzzle harmlessly pressing against your clothed hole— the fabric of your dress and underwear so thin. If it wasn't for the dress..

"You wouldn't dare." He teases, watching as you emptied out the contents of the bag; dollar bills flickering everywhere you could possibly imagine. Scooping a small pile into your hands, you push them up into the air; several bills fluttering around, decorating the bed and floors.

"..Seems like enough to me!" You exclaimed, feeling your body weight shift and sink down into the mattress; flat on your stomach. Choso falling forward, sandwiching you from behind.

Tittering, you claw for a handful of cash; legs squirming as you unmistakably feel his hard bulge stamped just below your ass. Turning your head 180°, your eyes bore into his; unimpressed.

"Well, looks like a grillion if you're on the bed too." He jokes and shrugs, holding your chin to turn your face towards him. Leaning in for another, more passionate kiss; wet lips latching onto each other effortlessly— almost as if you were made for each other.

A whine teases out of you, Choso moving his hand up that held the gun; stilling it's muzzle against your temple. His mouth moves just beside the shell of your ear, voice quietly whispering. "Let's lose the dress, hmm?" He purrs, free hand positioning on your throat as he feebly caresses the fragile skin with the use of his thumb.

You nod like a madman, Choso peppering kisses from your jaw to your shoulder blades; he let's go of the gun for the time being, placing it by your side. Now having two unoccupied hands, he tugs on the straps of your dress— ever so slowly bringing them down your arms. You, on the other hand helping him do so by lifting your hands up high.

Goosebumps form all over as his fingertips graze against your skin; hands now eagerly attempting to drag your entire dress off your body, Choso easily folding at the sight of your bare back. A strap catching onto your pointy heel, he was quick enough to solve the matter, hurling the garment to the corner of the room.

Lying on the sea of dinero, your nipples harden as being met with the mild air; Choso feeling down your body, kneading your ass like dough but partially annoyed by the nylon.

He stays tugging on the waist-band of your stockings, surprisingly patient this time as he waits for the green light. And when you approve, a harsh wrench brought them down to your knees.

You feel a stinging slap on your left cheek; a rosy imprint of his hand left behind. Feet jolting up in shock, forehead falling onto your arm as your breathing transitioned into something more labored.

"..Take your clothes off too," You murmured into your arm; but unfortunately he couldn't hear your request due to how faint the sound of your voice was.

"..Huh?" Choso repeating himself after no quick answer from you, "Baby, what'd you say?" A sudden yank at the ends of your strands has you hauling your stomach off the bed. Your back leaning against his firm chest; his hands make their way underneath your chin for the second time, the familiar, cold barrel focused on your same temple. "I can't hear you.."

Panicked, your hands desperately find something to hold on to, accidentally going for his crotch, he grunts; grip on your chin becoming more intense.

"I said.. take your clothes off t-too." You squeal, trying to get a look at him with the corner of your eye, your boyfriend looked satisfied, which unfortunately you weren't able to see for yourself. "It can't just be me who's fucking naked,"

Cackling, he reaches between you both to press against the middle of your back with the flat of his palm; pushing you forward onto the mattress, your body lightly bouncing as you put your hands out for support.

The bed shifts underneath you, Choso marching around with the gun still glued in his hand— the man physically leaving your side. You observe him like a hawk as he crawls onto the bed, parting both legs to have you in his sight. He could’ve sworn that a moan almost slipped past his lips— due the fact that he now had a perfect view of your front.

Choso pats on his lap, "Come to me baby," And like a spell, you shamelessly scramble nearer to his crotch, the piles of cash shuffling underneath your knees. "So obedient, aren't you?"

He smiles, proud; squeezing a boob of yours, twisting and pinching at the correlating nipple. You whimper, and Choso grabs a hold of your wrist; placing your hand flat onto his crotch, carefully guiding you to feel him up. "Go on," his voice low, "..It's all yours,”

Attempting to cover up his arousal, Choso shifts his hips around; that move of his that had you pooling each time. He sees you waste no time in going for his buckle— undoing it with one fast motion, you were aching to have him in any sort.

So impatient, you yearned for his touch, holding yourself back from pouncing on him this instant.

You feel yet another firm grip on your wrist, “Slowly baby..” Choso quietly speaks, tone soft, taking note of your pent-up behaviour. “.Don't gotta rush, we have all the time in the world.”

Retracting your hand back, you rest on your heel, palms patiently waiting on your lap— Choso pulls down his own pants, deliberately relaxed; he tries not to laugh at you in front of him, who was bound to lose her mind any minute.

Meanwhile, you swiftly undo your heels ankle straps, taking occasional glares at Choso who seemed to be ready before you— he waits in silence, palming himself through his briefs.

His dress shirt was unbuttoned completely, but left on, though his chest and perfectly sculpted, gifted abs still peeked through. Wincing, you struggle to get the last heel off; it’s strap coincidentally being temperamental.

Shortly after a second attempt, it finally fucks off— the man amused at how agitated you were, almost smashing the window with your shoes in the midst of flinging them off the bed. And the stockings— you almost forgot, what an absolute nuisance. Of course they peeled off way quicker than intended.

With a sharp breath, you turn back around to him, Choso still leisurely rubbing his length through the straining fabric— his trousers only halfway down his thighs.

As your fingers snapped against the thin fabric of your thong, itching to slip them off— he stops you, “..Ah-, leave those on.”

Confused, you didn’t know what to say; while Choso thinks nothing of it. Instead, he drags his own briefs down by the waist band, hard cock springing free and slapping against his abdomen.

“Get closer,” He commands, a calloused hand meeting your hip as you close the distance between the two of you. Straddling his lap, you mentally curse at your underwear acting as a barrier, prohibiting you from being able to feel his bare cock.

“..I wanna ride you- please,” Sentence finishing in a voice crack, you genuinely beg; Choso placing, this time, both hands comfortably on either side of your waist— his thumbs caressing your velvety skin.

“—That what you want?” He looks up at you above him, fighting the urge to fondle with your breasts for the millionth time.

A tiny peep is what you could only make out, followed by a weakly bob of your head. "Yes.. please.."

"Up," Lightly tapping his fingertips behind, you raise your hips; Choso using a finger to wedge your thong to the side— index holding onto the garment, he cheekily glides his middle finger through your folds, lips quivering as he brushes against your bundle of nerves.

With his other pointer and thumb, Choso guides his cock, aligning it with your leaking hole— tip teasing just against the opening. "I'm gonna put it in, a'ight doll?" He was absolutely doing your head in, and you knew better than to be impatient, and force it in yourself.

At his own strength, he sinks you down onto his girthy cock; your walls wrapping around every inch. Both groan, Choso's fingertips digging into your hips— the back of his head resting against the pillow.

"Fuck- ride that dick baby," Choso manages to grunt out, lifting his head to have you in his view again. Riding him like a cowgirl on a horse, his hands join in rhythm with your movements— your tits bouncing in his face.

Bothered by the chafing of your thong as you roll your hips back and forth, you whimper; holding onto his thigh behind for support.

Moans coming out in short breaths, Choso reacts the same; balls throbbing at the sight of his cock disappearing in and out of you completely. Admiring your figure, his curious hands roam all over the surface of your body, taking you all in for himself.

"That all you got?" He jeers, noticing how you struggle to move on your own— you hated riding, but sometimes; duty calls.

"It's tiring, Choso," Complaining, your movements come to a halt in protest; your boyfriend breaking into laughter. "..Maybe you be in my shoes for once."

"Get the fuck off," A slap on your ass and his cock slides out of you, Choso effortlessly flipping you back onto your stomach. Raising you on your hands and knees again, he grabs onto your hips; pressing down on your spine to shape you into a more, defined arch.

And that gun— that damned, glock; rests on your lower back, secured in his hold. All while Choso carries out the exact routine of shifting the string of your thong to the side. Why wouldn't he just rip them off?

An orb of warm spit falls onto your asshole, trickling down past your cunt; he rubs the natural lubricant in, his aching red tip teasing both folds and stimulated bud.

Satisfied enough with all the foreplay, his cock pushes in, and still, you weren't used to the size. "..Oh, my-" You groan into your arm, Choso keen with gratification, no delay in fucking in and out of you.

He reaches for something on your side, what seems to be a handful of hundreds; rustling emits from behind he clips it between the waistband of your thong, the bucking of his hips gradually increasing in speed.

"Damn, 'ts like you're my lil stripper, huh? Sexy fuck doll who likes to be treated like a slut?" Vocal chords shaking with each staggered thrust, a sinister smile plasters onto his face— impressed at your walls clenching around him because of his filthy words.

The heavy metal barrel rests on your spine as he ruts into you, Choso relentlessly grunting, your ass rippling against his pelvis. He had no plan in relation to stopping whatsoever. In distress, you rock your hips back towards him to feel his fat cock deeper in your gut; Choso taking note of your actions.

"If you want it harder, just say so," Your mouth ajar, he starts to fuck you into the mattress, strong hands keeping you in a fixed position; Choso places his soles down on the bed for more leeway, deepening into your gummy spots.

Pouting, your jaw clenches as he rearranges your guts; buckets of sweat glistening your foreheads, strands of hair sticking to your skin.

"C-Choso," You wail, feet kicking about from the immense pleasure, your hand snaking down between your legs to lazily rub at your clit, but he notices; of course he does.

"Look at this desperate whore," He spits out, words so filthy and degrading it could only excite you more. "Doing things I didn't even tell her to." The steel barrel digs into the back of your head, Choso mercilessly pounding into your hole— a cacophony of skin slapping and helpless moans fill the room.

You thoroughly feel every inch of him, every vein rubbing against your walls— hole about to remember the exact shape. A significant whimper slipping past your lips as he continues to rut into your sweet spot, you let out a gush of inhumane noises, so thankful that you were the single room on this floor.

"You like that?" A harsh spank on your ass, and his hot breath tickles against your ear, his voice sultry, and low; also intimate and quiet.

"I do- I do," Blabbering the same words over and over, he rests the metal under your chin, your head holding up at your own will, mouth gaped as a result of nothing else coming out.

"So pretty, taking me whole like a good slut," His movements slow, but still passionate and deep; he whispers, "Tell me- tell me where you want my cum," Your head resting against his shoulder as he trails kisses behind your ear between words.

"Inside," You sob, warm tears staining your face as you string together the simplest words, just to pass on the message. "Inside, I want it inside my mouth,"

Even though you wanted him to breed you badly, you couldn't risk bearing a child with such an insane criminal record. This wasn't the perfect time to do so.

Choso tuts, sliding his cock out of your hole; a cry forcing out of you from the emptiness, but he turns you over on your back, hushing your pleas. "Not so fast, I wanna see your pretty face when you cum all over this cock,"

Thumb swiping on your cheek bone, Choso traps you underneath him, large hands flat on either side of your head, in which he finally lets the glock go.

Instead, he weaves his fingers within yours, the other hand pushing his length back into you, your back arching against the mattress, brows furrowing; same with Choso's.

Eyes rolling into the back of your head, Choso impossibly leans in closer, cock drilling into you, providing with cervix bullying thrusts as he held your frame in his embrace, gently caressing your hair; mind in the clouds as he fucked the shit out of you.

"You gotta cum?" He urges, and an approving cry chokes out of you, Choso whispering sweet nothings, sucking on your skin to decorate your neck and collarbone like a canvas. He latches onto your nipple, moaning and eyes squeezing shut as he sucks to his heart's content.

Upon pulling away, the cold air clashes with the warmth of his breath that he left behind— leaving your nipples to stay erect and swollen.

"Let it all out doll, come on," He coos, your hands intertwined more intensely as you shot your eyes wide open, wanting to see him in your vision before your impending orgasm washes over you.

Your free hand tapping on his bicep, you bring him closer for a wet kiss, intense high fucking your mind up as your walls convulsed around his length, Choso whimpering into the kiss at the feeling- whimpers that you hungrily swallow.

His hips imprudently slam into you harder for the last few thrusts, resulting in excess juices uncontrollably joining your release, making a mess all over the duvet and his dark grey pants, and shit- the money.

He peels your legs off his torso, massaging the plump on your thigh with a quick motion. Cock slipping out of your hole— cock covered with your slick.

A hand jerking it all the way down to his shaft as he grabs you by the scalp, guiding his tip towards your lips. "Ahh.." Gently slapping it along the plush flesh, he commands you to open wide; and you obey, tongue stuck out.

But Choso catches you by surprise— fully pushing his cock down into your mouth, tip bullying the back of your throat as he whines, "Just like that baby, good girl, breathe.."

Bottoming into your cock-sleeve of a mouth, hairs tickled your nose as several ropes of warm cum shoots down the back; eyes shutting you hummed- vaccuuming in a generous amount of air through your nostrils.

His mouth flies open, frozen in spot as he twitches; hands trembling as he tries to keep your head in his grasp. "T-taking my cock so well, aren't you?" So whipped for you and your pussy, your warm throat made him snap- if he could, he'd stay like this forever.

You gag around his cock, several more tears welling in your eyes, your hands clinging onto his waist as he face-fucks you, Choso panting like a dog just above.

Elated, he slips out of your mouth; beads of white dripping down your chin. He throbs at your cock-drunk daze, trying to beat down the desire of using you like a complete whore.

He knew the two of you were exhausted after todays rendezvous, and whatever the fuck that just was.

Using his tip to smear the residue all over your face, he leans in to give you a fucked up kiss on your cum covered lips, a string of a blend of whatever substance connecting the two of you.

Leaves you to wonder, is that what happens to ‘string’ you both together in this life of deviancy?

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stiltonbasket · 2 years ago

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so if art thief au nielan were only planning on having 2 kids, were the twins an accident?

All four of the kiddos were. Nielan originally wanted two children, so it didn't really matter when two unexpected baos showed up (with pretty good timing, too). But then the twins arrived, and their dads had to make some changes to their long-term crime/career plans.

#asks #art thief au #the twins were officially where lxc called it quits on the heists #he'd gone through the stress of doing crime with little babies at home twice #and wasn't ready to do it again #even with nmj mostly free from any legal implications #so he decided to wait until the twins were a little older to go back #but at that point he was in his 40s and the physical demands were a little too much #so he left the field work to lwj and nhs and took on nhs's recon job instead

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| THIEF | ┴SIƎH | [CHAPTER 8]

pairing; dom!woozi x (fem)reader

this chapter’s notes; heist!au, dom!woozi, dirty talk, name-calling, degradation, that mf red suit, intercrural fucking, jihoon having a tights fetish u kno what im sayin, quickies, fucking in public! Yooooo I forgot that I didn’t get to rly post anything for December so I was like wait when was the last time I even got to update this, I’m so sorry… 😭💕 A diff chapter was actually going to go up for this but I scrapped it instead bc I… Had to just hash this out real quick heheheh…🥴😵‍💫 And yes, this is based on ruby!!!! Had to get it out there for yall even if it was a short chapter, I just... Idk I’ve been thinkin 🥴❤️‍🔥 Heheh, enjoy ch8 and I will see yall tomorrow for some inbox msgs!! Have a good weekend, I love you!! 💕

As a refresher:

🐰 team: leader; Jeonghan | members; Chan, Joshua, Seungkwan

🐱 team: leader; Wonwoo | members; Soonyoung, Jun, Jihoon, Minghao

🐶 team: leader; Mingyu | members; Seungcheol, Vernon, Seokmin

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - ?

*queued post.

“Wooow, don’t you look proper for once?”

Jihoon smirks - fingertips wrapped around a champagne flute as he looks you up and down.

“You’re so covered up. Don’t you like showing skin and making everyone’s heads turn? And the longer dress too? This is new for you. I’m shocked.”

You roll your eyes in return as you take in the bright red velvet suit; completely different for what you knew Jihoon for, usually. “Couldn't I say the same for you? When did you get so flashy? I thought you were the ‘blend into the crowd’ types, Jihoon.”

This time he chuckles, almost scheming in nature, before he takes a sip of his bubbly drink.

“What can I say, I like to switch it up sometimes.” He advances towards you, just as you take steps back until your own back meets the wall of the hallway the two of you were standing in.

The mission Jeonghan had sent you to do required more of an ‘mature’ appearance which explained your extremely covered up attire – the heels and tights under a long sleeved, knee length dress making your body overheat from all the layers and unnecessary fabric.

But it did make it easier for you to blend in with the crowd and didn’t alert any of the security when you easily swiped the keys to the safe that held all of the art pieces and rare stones.

“Are you listening?”

“W–what, no, I wasn’t Jihoon.”

He tsk’s and polishes off his drink before he presses you into the wall - eyes forming crescents when he smiles.

“Let’s have a little fun before I get outta here, huh? What’cha say?”

You try to focus and make sure you remember when you slipped the key.

Was it in the small pocket in your bra?

Or did you slip it underneath the sole of your heel?

“C’mon, baby, don’t be so tense~”

Letting out a shaky moan, you feel Jihoon’s cock sliding between your tightly clasped legs – Precum soaking into the black tights as you moan and rock your body against his own.

“S–shut the fuck up, Jihoon… Ngh…”

He chuckles against your clothed shoulder; beads of sweat on his brow as he thrusts between your legs. “Mmm, don’t be so mean, baby~ I can feel you soaking through your panties and these cute ‘lil tights, y’know? You don’t have to be so prissy~ I know how much you want me too~”

Your frontside presses up against the empty hallway as your hands clench around the fabric of your dress that you’ve attempted to keep out of the way of Jihoon’s sticky mess.

“J–just hurry up and cum, you w-weirdo… Fucking getting, a-ah, off like this in p–public…”

He moves slower and lets you feel every inch of his cock so close to where you really wanted him - your walls clenching around emptiness as you crave to be filled with his cock instead.

“Aren’t you the one also moving your hips too? You want to be fucked so bad, don’t you? Maybe next time, when you’re not so covered up. Although I will say...” Jihoon laughs and doubles his pace; cock throbbing as his laugh melts into a sultry groan, “...Seeing you so covered up makes me wanna ruin you even more, baby… You’d be so cute spread out underneath me with your clothes all messy like the good ‘lil cockslut you are. I wanna rip these tights right off of you~”

“Fuh–fuck, Jihoon… Y–your cock feels so g-good sliding between my thighs… So b–big…”

His hands on your waist tighten as he growls, this time not holding back as he chases his pleasure.

“Yeah? And you’d take all of it like a good ‘lil slut, wouldn’t you? Fuck, I wanna see your pussy stretched around my cock so bad but I think our time’s up here, baby~ Someone’s bound to come down the hallway soon so let’s finish up, hmm~?”

His cock glides against your clothed pussy as you try to hold back your voice and you feel him throbbing when he starts to cum.

“Ah, fuck…”

You bite down on your bottom lip; cheeks hot as you feel yourself silently cumming with him.

“Mm, oops~”

“H-huh…?”

Jihoon’s hips don’t stop as he continues to thrust between your legs as he cums but as soon as he finishes and pulls away is when you hear his teasing laughter from behind you.

“W–what the fuck are you laughing a-about, asshole?”

Did he know you came too?

“Ah, I just came all over the inside of your dress and tights, is all… It’s so fuckin’ filthy, it’s making me hard again~ Hey, wanna let me cum on your ass too?”

“S–shut the fuck up and get out of here, you—you freak!”

Jihoon smirks as he watches your body tremble against the wall; rivulets of his cum staining the black fabric of your tights and the underside of your dress.

He readjusts his red suit and takes one last glance at you - watch as you slide a shaky hand between your legs where his cock had been rubbing against, just moments prior.

“Fine, fine, I’ll leave first then. See ya~”

‘Are you calling ‘cause you got the keys or what?’

Jihoon licks his lips; keys swinging around his finger as he exits the building.

“Of course, I did. Do you think I’m an idiot? I didn’t even have to do any of the work.”

‘Yeah? How’d you manage that one?’

Jihoon thinks back – his plan had worked flawlessly.

While he’d been the center of attention for the night, you’d done the job quietly and snatched the keys to the safe. And in the midst of your hazy rendezvous, you hadn’t noticed when Jihoon had plucked the keys from the inner pocket of your skirt - pocketing them for himself before he even came.

“Mm, let’s just say I had some help from a lovely assistant~”

#woozi smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #woozi scenarios #woozi imagines #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #woozi fic #woozi #heist!au

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ao3qhq · 3 years ago

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The “A Hair’s Breadth” Rec List Master Post

Okay, 36 chapters into A Hair’s Breadth means 36+ absolutely amazing fic recs that you should go check out immediately, now organized into an ordered list for your convenience! The work is nowhere near complete yet, so there will be more recs to come, but for now this is everything I’ve got! Maybe I’ll post a part two to this list in another 36 chapters :)

Once Bitten, Twice Shy by Another_Local_Dreamer (10k): this was one of the first jordie lives!fics that i ever read, and it got me totally hooked on the concept. Basically, jordie turns up in ketterdam and enlists kaz’s help in locating his little brother, all without realizing who kaz really is. One Shot.

Sometimes You Hear the Bullet by Another_Local_Dreamer (11.5k): part two of the above rec! just as good as part one. One Shot.

Hold Me, Touch Me by cassianendor was a great little fic where kaz got left alone with Alys’s baby, but it appears the whole account got purged. If anyone knows what happened to the works/where the author went please let me know!

fate follows suit by demigodbeauties (2.5k): an interesting take on a soulmate AU where inej carves her soulmark off during her time at the menagerie cause she can’t handle the idea of anyone ever possessing her or having a right to her body again. One Shot.

Playing Chicken by DinoDina (1k): absolutely hilarious crack!fic centering around wylan, jesper, and chickens that kaz and inej keep dumping on them. just the right amount of absurdity balanced with normalcy and guaranteed to make you smile. One Shot.

die for you in secret by downn_in_flames (5.5k): it’s a 5+1 fic, it’s an accidental “i love you” fic, what more could you ask for? chef’s kiss. One Shot.

jump into the fog by ev0lution (17k): this is one of those author’s that just captures the feel of Leigh’s writing so well, at times you legitimately feel like you’re reading a third six of crows book. Post-CK fic spanning the first year inej is away at sea. One Shot.

say it right by ev0lution (18.5k): this is an amazing modern au, and the characterization is just spot-on. i really love the way this author addressed the trauma in this fic, particularly inej’s. so so good. One Shot.

Beware of Powerful Men by icarus_chained (5k): this was written right after the show came out, and is set in the show-verse, sometime in the last episode. It features an outsider’s look at the kaz and inej relationship, and details concerns that Alina has for Inej’s safety based off of her own experiences. One Shot.

The Next Great Heist by insertcoolname13 (4k): this is one of my all-time favorite premises in a kanej fic. kaz and inej have a surprisingly successful night and suddenly find themselves in need of emergency contraception, spurring a rather awkward search across the city. 4/?.

A Safe Place to Land by insignificant457 (6k): one of those “kaz and inej keep taking in strays by accident” fics, which is a trope that never gets old. this fic is well-beloved for a reason, people, it’s basically the blueprint. One Shot.

With a Little Help from My Friends by Kelly123 (1.5k): Inej returns to find that Kaz had enlisted assistance in overcoming his fear of touch. Could be either show- or book-verse, and implements Nina’s heartrending in a really cool way, which I think should be explored more often in Kanej works. One Shot.

On the Bank of the Regent’s Canal by likefirings (2.5k): formerly known as Young Gods, this is a canon-divergent AU where kaz and inej wind up in ketterdam without the painful journeys that originally brought them there. Unfortunately, it seems this work has been abandoned, but I was really excited to see where it might go. 1/10.

you are lost without the waiting by likefirings (2.5k): a hades and persephone au, which fits with this couple so well i don’t know why there aren’t more of them floating around. this one features some truly incredible fan art as well. One Shot.

Sankta Inej by mandjalorian (1k): kid!fic set several years post-CK, where inej comes home early to hear telling their daughter a bedtime story about her brave mama. One Shot.

Stories About Crows by marycontraire (79k): this rec is for the whole damn series cause it’s just that good. seriously, you want to read these fics. doesn’t matter what you’re looking for, what kind of fics you like, this is the series for you. 17/? works.

the enigmatic boots of destiny by moonburntmemory (3k): this is a crack!fic, but it’s so, so good. Pre-SoC, inej escapes from the menagerie and steals a pair of kaz’s boots, causing them to meet. One Shot.

A Royal Flush by pumpernickel_simswood (6.5k): a truly delightful post-CK fic where jesper meddles for the greater good (tm) of everyone involved. Beautifully done. 4/4.

latte art by pyrrhlc (11k): this is a coffee shop AU, which i typically have a hard time with in the SoC fandom, they just never quite seem to click for me. This one, though, ticks all the boxes. Definitely worth a read. 4/12.

i’m in love with a fairytale by salutmecs (1.5k): this is a really beautiful post-CK reunion fic with an accidental ‘i love you’ because kaz is an idiot. One Shot.

A Universal Truth by schmulte (3k): this is a pride and prejudice AU which i was very excited to find, since clearly i’m a sucker for the regency period. unfortunately it’s been a couple months without an update, and i don’t know if the auther if planning on coming back to it or not. 1/?.

Coins by stefaniegm (6k): Soulmate AU by the incredible author formerly known as tessdebelle! Soulmates is one of my very favorite tropes, and fits this pairing so well, it’s shocking to me that there isn’t more of it around. We should all follow in stefaniegm’s footsteps and write one of these to share with the group. One Shot.

More and More by stefaniegm (3k): phone sex. Phone sex phone sex phone sex. Why have we, as a fandom, not fully explored the possibilities of phone sex? This author saw a need and hoo boy did they fill it. One Shot.

the ghost of a memorie long lost by subject_layla (25k): this is another jordie lives!fic, but i really like the way the author handles this one. it’s an ongoing work in progress, and i cannot wait to see how it ends up. 9/?.

Without Armor by thatbluenote (2k): book-verse post CK fic, and incredible take on sexual explorations between the two of them, literally feels like if Leigh decided to write a smutty scene with these characters. One Shot.

The Girl in the Menagerie by Trogdor19 (3k): pre-SoC, basically a rewrite of the kaz/inej meeting and partnership with a new spin. Really well done and well rounded. 2/2.

Better Love by unfortunate17 (4k): truly great post-CK fic where everybody assumes kaz and inej are having a lot more sex than they actually are. Featuring one of my favorite scenes from any fic ever, where wylan attempts to approach kaz for sex advice. One Shot.

Between the Lines by unfortunate17 (7k): book-verse fic that starts pre-SoC, kind of a 5+1 where a whole list of characters realizes that kaz is in love with inej before he does. It’s a great time from start to finish. One Shot.

forged of steel by veorlian (1.5k): pre-SoC fic about the becoming of the Wraith. The story here is good, but it’s the writing that really gets you. One Shot.

The Sewing of Wings by Vera (Vera_DragonMuse) (7.5k): this is a really great pre-SoC bookverse fic, set from the perspective of a tailor in the barrel who gets contracted on to do all of the tailoring for the dregs. super cute, very well done. One Shot.

Adagio by Whitherward (26k): look, i don’t have favorites on this list because asking me to pick a favorite would be like asking a parent to pick a favorite child. However, if i absolutely had to choose one, gun-to-my-head, I’d choose this fic in a heartbeat. Ballet AU, exquisitely done. The prose is amazing, the characterization is spot on, the plot is so good, so intriguing. Do yourself a favor and go read it. 3/10.

Muscle to muscle by whynotcherries (2k): an amazing 5+1 fic set pre-SoC, where inej keeps surprising kaz in various new ways. Follows the two of them as they get to know each other. This author is truly prolific, but this remains one of my favorite works of theirs. One Shot.

through wide oceans, back home to you by wishingforrain (1k): really sweet slice of life reunion fic set post-CK. This author has beautiful prose, and masterfully captures a sweet moment of meeting. One Shot.

Okay, 32 and a half recs, I’ll see you all in another 36 chapters! Happy reading!

#kaz brekker/inej ghafa #kaz brekker #kanej fic rec #kanej fic #kanej #inej ghafa #kaz/inej fanfic #kaz/inej #kaz/inej fanfiction #masterlist #masterpost #a hair’s breadth #rec list #six of crows #fic recs #shadow and bone

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ok @prettyremus @by-any-other-name @aroaceslytherin i give in, here's the detailed headcanons for the supervillain au!!

so they meet at a party, a friend-of-a-friend kind of thing. no expenses spared with everything fancy and decked out.

sirius only agreed to go to finish up some business with an old partner in crime, get what he was owed, maybe have a drink or two and get right out. he’s never liked these little criminal get-togethers. sirius black works alone.

but then the most miraculous thing happened, two words: remus lupin.

the most handsome, freckled, sandy-haired and golden eyed man caught his eye from across the bar. his fingers drummed on the counter in time to the music that played, and when he made eye contact with sirius he gave a shy smile that made sirius’ knees weak.

so of course he went over and introduced himself (not that it was needed, sirius black, the king of crime), and they hit it off immediately. flirted all night.

that is, until the place was raided by the police, and suddenly there was a whole lot of screaming and running (not the good kind). sirius was taken off-guard, and found himself pinned to the floor by some dirty-looking scumbag, unsure of what to do. he was about to say his prayers and all that boring shit when he heard a clang and suddenly the guy hovering over him dropped to the floor. remus lupin stood behind him with a bat in his hand, stained with blood.

he lifted him up and into his car, speeding away with cop cars chasing him, and sirius swears months later that that was the exact moment he fell in love – though he did a lousy job of showing it. as remus tended to his wounds back at his apartment (“I’m just trying to help” “I don’t need help, I work alone” “ok then, but don’t blame me when you bleed out, asshole”)

that was the beginning of the well-known, long and happy relationship between the two princes of crime.

sirius charms his way into remus’ heart more quickly than remus would admit, but when you’ve got the star of half the city’s nightmares wrapped around your finger, it doesn’t half feel good.

and sirius is wrapped around remus’ finger, by the way, happily so.

their relationship blossoms from there: dates at high-end places, bringing the most extravagant gifts and flower bouquets, shining smiles and happiness. eventually it blossoms into kisses in every nook they can find, going back to one of their penthouse apartments after dates, staying over; sirius waking with remus’ arms wrapped around him and smiling to himself smugly.

he got his mans!

everyone knows not to mess with these two.

one time, as sirius excused himself to the bathroom, one of his henchmen made a snide and rather homophobic comment about not respecting this drama queen – safe to say he left the place calling his grandmother to tell her he loved her after remus was through with him.

when sirius got back he was politely informed that there would be a ‘change of staff’, but he didn’t quite care as he took his boyfriend into his arms.

sirius adopted every pet name known to man. remus was his sweetheart, his baby, his angel, his honeybun, his darling, his beautiful murderous man. remus quite liked using a few of them himself.

another time, remus wasn’t feeling too well and stayed home while sirius carried out a heist he’d had planned for several weeks of some expensive jewels. sirius offered to stay home and take care of him, but remus insisted the job was too important.

when he did get home, late into the night, remus was already in bed. sirius smiled to himself as he padded over to kiss his cheek, ask how he was (“there’s some leftovers from dinner in the fridge if you’re hungry” “I just wanted to see my baby first”)

their criminal activity is surprisingly domestic. sitting at the dinner table, legs interlocked, as one of them moves money into an overseas account and the other sorts through which stolen jewels to sell and which to keep as leverage.

this will usually dissolve into sirius giving in and initiating a kiss, followed by several more. remus pretends to hate it (“this has to get done” “it can wait, darling”)

maybe at one point remus gets fed up of crime, and wants to do something normal for a bit – find a hobby. sirius wholeheartedly supports his boyfriend’s attempts at art, baking, knitting, squash, chess…”

for their one year anniversary, sirius plans something big: they rob their first bank together, duh.

sneaking little love notes as they crack open the vault late at night, carrying remus over the threshold of the bank floor, kissing under pouring rain-like water as they accidentally set the sprinkler system off.

as they speed away in the getaway car, sirius turns to remus and offers a ring – valued at about 50 million dollars and stolen in their grand robbery. he smiles shyly, duffel bags full of money on his lap, as he lets it glint in the moonlight.

remus almost combusts (but doesn’t as he’s driving and isn’t feeling a near-death situation on their anniversary of all days), says yes and leans over for a long kiss with his boyfriend (now fiancé) as they inch further and further away from the flashing lights of cop cars chasing them down the street.

remus thought it was the most romantic thing in the world.

if that was the proposal, just imagine their wedding !!!

anyways yes our supervillain boys live an unconventional happily ever after as the most feared couple in the world, and both are more than happy to do so.

#wolfstar #supervillain au #wolfstar au #i actually really like this wow #remus lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #wolfstar headcanons #hcs #morally grey #badass remus lupin #kind of a joker and harley quinn au if that relationship was actually healthy and had a good power balance #cute wolfstar

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irondad-creator-awards · 4 years ago

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WINNERS LIST - NO ART

As requested by Anon, here’s the full list of winners for ease of reading.

1. THE ONE THAT MADE YOU GASP! — A story which had a plot twist you didn’t see coming. Something that caught you so off guard that you had to stop a minute and take a breath before devouring the rest. What’s the story for you?

Winner — If They Knew All About You by MsHermia — @mshermia

Runner-Up — Identity Theft by KitCat992 — @kitcat992

2. THE MULTI-CHAPTER YOU COULDN’T PUT DOWN — A story which kept you up all night or calling in sick for work so you were free to read. Who’s the culprit?

Winner — A Parent Apparent by happyaspie — @yes-i-am-happyaspie

Runner-Up — Come My Darling, Homeward Bound by Iamirondad — @i-am-irondad

3. THE ONE-SHOT THAT THAT HAD YOU HOOKED — Some writers can cram more greatness into less words than a 100k monster. What’s the one-shot that did it for you?

Winner — 5 Times Peter Sleepwalked And The 1 Time He Pretended He Did by losingmymindtonight — @losingmymindtonight

Runner-Up — Petey And The Hermit by eccentric_artist_221b

4. THE BEST THINGS COME IN SMALL PACKAGES — A drabble can pack in all the goodness that you need in a coffee break read. What’s that story for you?

Winner — S.O.S. (Somehow Obtained Son) by madasthesea — @madasthesea

Runner-Up — F.R.I.D.A.Y, When Did I Get A Son by iwritesometimes

5. THE BIODAD THAT TOUCHED YOUR HEART — Some of the greatest stories flip canon and make Tony Peter’s biological father. Be it baby Peter taking his first steps or Tony dealing with the fact his son is following in his superhero footsteps as Spider-Man, which is the one you loved most of all?

Winner — Happy Hogan Never Forgets A Face by Jen27ny — @jen27ny

Runner-Up — Hardest Lessons (Softest Results) by mainstreamelectricalparade

6. THE ONE WITH THE FIELD TRIP — The field trip trope is one of the most popular in the fandom. What’s the story that you think pulls all the elements together to make it great?

Winner — Peter And The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Field Trip by by cazei — @cazei

Runner-Up — Peter-Man - Oh, F*Ck - I Mean Spider-Man by Orphan-Account

7. THE TIME AFTER TIME ONE — There’s some great time travel stories out there, but which is your favorite?

Winner — Whatever It Takes by StarryKnight09 — @starryknight09

Runner-Up — Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It by Savana_Marlark

8. THE ONE WITH ALL THE OWIES — Another massively popular Irondad trope is hurt/comfort, and there’s some amazing stuff out there. Which is the one that you love most of all?

Winner — A Beautiful Lie by RayRox360 — @a-beautiful-lie-blog

Runner-Up — A Peter Parker Problem by Spagbol99 — @spagbol99

9. THE ONE THAT HURTS SO GOOD — We all like a bit of angst sometimes, so what’s the story that you wanted to hide from but you had to keep reading to get to the happy ending?

Winner — Ain't My Blood; Still My Boys by parkrstark — @parkrstark

Runner Up — The Room Where It Happens by Notapartytrick

10. THE ONE THAT SOOTHES THE PAIN — What’s the story that you go to when you need a pick-me-up after the angst?

Winner — 5 Times Peter Made Tony Laugh Out Loud by grilledcheesing — @upcamethesun

Runner-Up — Instant Kill Mode by Isnt_it_pretty_to_think_so —@isnt-it-pretty-to-think-so-tr

11. THE ONE WITHOUT A HOME TO GO TO — There’s some wonderful homeless Peter stories out there, so which is the one you were blown away by?

Winner — The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle

Runner-Up — The Lost And Forgotten by Lizcraz

12. THE ONE THAT’S A WHOLE NEW WORLD — There’s lots of imaginative AUs in Irondad fic. Whether it’s Steve and Tony as baseball players or Pepper being Peter’s mom, which one is your number one?

Winner — I Love You More Than Anything Series by iron_spider @iron--spider

We have two runners-up for this award — A Soul's Best Friend by Superherotiger & Why Can’t The Past Just Die? by Enchantingwriting

13. THE TWEAKING THE SETTINGS ONE — There’s things we all wish we could change in canon — *cough* Endgame *cough* — so which canon divergence does it for you?

Winner — Built From Scraps by peterstank — @jamepotters

Runner-Up — When Peter Forgot What Day It Was by goldenambedo

14. THE ONE YOU GO BACK TO AGAIN AND AGAIN — Some fics deserve a re-read or ten. What’s the story you go find yourself going back to?

Winner — 5 Times Peter Fell, And Tony Caught Him. And The 1 Time Tony Didn’t by eva7673

Runner-Up — Child’s Play by spicyjarvis — @spicyjarvis

15. THE SERIES THAT SWEPT YOU AWAY — Some of us love to go on a long ride with a series, so which is the world of multiple stories that you binged or waited anxiously for each update?

Winner — We Forgot Peter by inkinmyheartandonthepage — @inkinmyheartandonthepage

Runner-Up — Hydra’s Not A Home by Tempestaurora — @tempestaurora

16. THE IN-PROGRESS ADVENTURE — What’s the story that has you checking your email each day, hoping for an update?

Winner — If You're Going Through Hell, Keep On Going by baloobird — @baloobird

Runner-Up — Peter's Hitchhiking Guide To The Time Heist by Randomsketchez

17. THE COMPLETE FIC THAT YOU CHERISH — Whether or not you’ve got the patience for an in-progress or not, there’s a wealth of complete stories you can devour at leisure or all in one coffee-fuelled binge. What’s yours?

Winner — The Guardian by Emily_F6

Runner-Up — Good Publicity by Bergen

18. THE ONE THAT GAVE YOU ALL THE LOVE — We all love Irondad, but some stories come with bonus bonds that give us just as much. Do you have a Peter & Bucky, or a Peter & Steve working alongside which delivers all the found family goodness?

Winner — Astronomy In Reverse by Pansley

Runner-Up — 5 Times Happy Hogan Nearly Had A Heart Attack Because Of Peter Parker by TheSpyderAargon

19. THE PROLIFIC WRITER AWARD — Irondad has some amazingly prolific writers. Which are the ones you’ve subscribed to get at that fic-wonder goodness of 10 works or more?

Winner — inkinmyheartsandonthepage — @inkinmyheartandonthepage

Runner-Up — Emily_F6 — @justme--emily

20. THE NEWBIE — New writers are joining the fandom all the time. Who’s the newbie (posting for 12 months or less) that’s delivering the good stuff for you?

Winner — spagbol99 — @spagbol99

Runner-Up — Winterturtle

21. THE OG — Who’s the writer that’s been around for a while (12 months or more) that keeps you captivated?

Winner — iron_spider @iron--spider

Runner-Up — parkrstark — @parkrstark

22. THE WILD CARD STORY — The story that does (or doesn’t) fit into the above categories but you believe deserves the prize. Which one is that for you?

Winner — Wrong Number Kid by Blackshadow030930

Runner-Up — The Case Of The Tyrannical Two by ironfamjam

ART 1 — DIGITAL MEDIA - Who has those PhotoShop skills, who makes the best mood boards? We have some wonderful artists in the Irondad fandom, and we’re here to celebrate them. Who's your favorite artist?

Winner — @spidey-art

Runner-Up —@kitcat992

ART 2 — SKETCHES — Who has the skills with the original medium of art in sketches? Whose pencil can create the characters we love best?

Winner — @broskepol

Runner-Up — @dchanberry

ART 3 — CARTOONS — Chibis, Manga, Anime, who can create the very best?

Winner — @yes-i-am-happyaspie

Runner-Up — @mjscorner

ART 4 — FANVID — Some of the greatest creators are the ones that match the music to the mood, find the perfect scenes to make us laugh and cry. Who does that for you?

Winner — Tony Stark & Peter Parker (Adoption Au) || Home By Andrea D

Runner-Up — All My Life || Tony & Peter (Father/Son Au) By Akapotatogirl

ART 5 — BEST IRON FAMILY FANART — Who can create those feeling of Ironfam with their art? Who captures the characters we love in that iconic family.

Winner — @peterokii

Runner-Up — @moonestaly

ART 6 — MOST HEARTBREAKING FANART — Art can move us to tears. Who captures those moments and brings tears to your eyes?

Winner — @monireh

Runner-Up — @cottoncandyofterror

ART 7 — BEST HURT/COMFORT — Who captures the pain of the moment best for you?

Winner — @tonystarkissist

Runner-Up — Chocolala

ART 8 — THE WILD CARD ART— The art that does (or doesn’t) fit into the above categories but you believe deserves the prize. Which one is that for you?

Winner — @rhymewithrachel

Runner-Up — @Iwritedumbshit

#Irondad Creator Awards #spider son #spider-man #irondad #ironman #irondad and spiderson #fandom awards #writers #writring #art #artists #fanfic #fanart #Marvel

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killerandhealerqueen · 3 years ago

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6: gang au, but they're a gang of art thieves! This is a heist movie, baby!!

Wow, Billie, I'm so sorry this took me forever to write. Fucking hell. I hope you like it, I've never written a heist fic before, so I hope it's okay. It's really just more fluff than heist but that's fine.

Jiang Yuelou was probably one of the best art thieves in Jing City. Wait, no, scratch that, he wasn’t just one of the best, he was the best art thief in Jing City, for multiple reasons. 1) he had a good networking system that allowed him to figure out when and where new art pieces were going, 2) he had a great team of thieves that he worked with, and 3) he never got caught.

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It was a quiet afternoon as Jiang Yuelou and his team members, Zhan Junbai, Yu Tangchun, Song Rong, and Sun Yongren all sat around Zhan Junbai’s dining table, since Zhan Junbai lived in the largest house out of all of them and had plenty of room. “So, what’s the plan, Jiang-xiong?” Zhan Junbai asked. Jiang Yuelou smiled. “Your uncle is throwing a lavish party tonight right?” he asked. Zhan Junbai’s eyes widened. “You want to steal from my uncle?! Are you mad?!” he exclaimed. Jiang Yuelou shrugged. “Why not? It would be our most challenging theft to date” he stated. Sun Yongren frowned. “How would we even get in?” he asked. Zhan Junbai nodded. “Yeah, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Jiang-xiong, but you’re kind of wanted in Jing City” he stated. Jiang Yuelou laughed. “They’ve never caught me and they never will” he replied before he hummed. “Has your uncle picked any entertainment for the evening?” he asked, looking at Zhan Junbai. Zhan Junbai hummed before he looked over at Yu Tangchun. “I think he booked your theatre to perform” he stated. Yu Tangchun huffed. “He probably booked another singer; you know how he feels about me” he murmured. Zhan Junbai snarled. “Yes, I’m well aware” he replied. Jiang Yuelou rolled his eyes. “Alright, we can kill your uncle later, right now, let’s focus on the heist. So, if he’s booked Tangchun’s theatre, Tangchun, can’t you just ask the singer to switch with you?” he asked. Yu Tangchun’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “I’ll be taking away someone’s paycheck, I can’t do that!” he exclaimed. Jiang Yuelou hummed. “Alright, well, if you can’t get them to switch with you…can you at least join the group that’s going?” he asked. Yu Tangchun nodded. “Probably” he agreed. Jiang Yuelou nodded. “Good. So we got entertainment down…Song Rong, Yongren, you’re up for being waiters, right?” he asked, looking over at the two men. Song Rong and Sun Yongren nodded as Zhan Junbai raised an eyebrow. “And what do you plan on doing, Jiang-xiong?” he asked. Jiang Yuelou smiled. “Me? Why, I’ll be stealing the artwork, of course” he replied. Yu Tangchun frowned. “And how do you plan to do that?” he inquired. Jiang Yuelou motioned to Zhan Junbai. “That’s where your lovely boyfriend comes in. He’ll be the one to distract his uncle while I steal the artwork” he explained. Song Rong frowned. “No to rain on your parade, boss, but how exactly do you plan to steal the artwork? I’ll be on display, won’t it?” he asked. Jiang Yuelou smiled and reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper which he then unfolded to reveal a very large map of Zhan Tianqing’s mansion. “How the fuck—” Zhan Junbai murmured. Jiang Yuelou smiled. “Chu Min” he replied. Yu Tangchun chuckled. “Of course” he murmured. Jiang Yuelou smiled as he motioned to the map. “Chu Min was nice enough to get this for me as well as tell me where your uncle has hung the artwork. So I’ll be off getting it while you guys distract him, mainly you, Junbai” he stated, pointing to Zhan Junbai. Zhan Junbai huffed. “Just don’t get caught…my uncle will probably kill you…actually, he’d kill any of us if he found out what we were doing” he murmured. Jiang Yuelou tsked. “Come on, Junbai, we’ve been doing this for how long? No one’s gonna catch us, I promise. Everyone just has to do their job and we’ll be fine” he assured. Everyone nodded before Yu Tangchun stood to his feet. “Well, if the party is later on tonight, I should head to the theatre to make sure that I’m part of the group who’s performing tonight” he declared. Zhan Junbai then stood to his feet as well. “I’ll walk you back” he stated. Yu Tangchun smiled fondly as Zhan Junbai walked over to him, both men walking out together. Jiang Yuelou, Song Rong, and Sun Yongren watched them leave before Sun Yongren looked at Song Rong and smiled. “Shall we go?” he asked. Song Rong hummed and nodded, both men standing and walking out together as well, leaving Jiang Yuelou alone. Jiang Yuelou watched them leave before he sighed. “Could they make me feel any lonelier?” he grumbled before he leaned forward and studied the map of Zhan Tianqing’s mansion, making sure that he had it memorized before they went about their heist later on that night.

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Later on that evening, everyone got in their places, with Yu Tangchun beginning to perform with the other opera members, Zhan Junbai at his uncle’s side, and Song Rong and Sun Yongren dressed in their waitstaff uniforms. Jiang Yuelou, on the other hand, was quietly slipping through the kitchen, a bag slung over his shoulders as he made his way to the room where the precious artwork was being kept. He then turned the knob on the door, which he knew was going to be unlocked because Chu Min was a good boy, and quietly slipped inside, walking over to the large art piece on display. “Wow, Tianqing, I knew you were an asshole, but I didn’t think you were this big of an asshole” he murmured as he stared at the artwork before he walked over and placed his bag down, reaching up to remove the painting when a floorboard creaked behind him. “What are you doing?” a voice called out, startling Jiang Yuelou into releasing the frame before spinning around to see a tall young man with light skin, brown eyes, and dark brown hair dressed in an all-white suit standing before him. Jiang Yuelou blinked a few times, the man was cute, before he cleared his throat. “What are you doing?” he asked, throwing the question back at the man. The man blinked before he motioned to the door. “Well, the door was cracked open so I thought I would step inside and get some air. I’m not exactly a big fan of large gatherings or parties” he explained before he tilted his head and took a step towards Jiang Yuelou. “What are you doing?” he asked, repeating his question. Jiang Yuelou opened and closed his mouth, lost for words, when he heard footsteps and voices getting close. His eyes widened and he quickly walked over to the young man, cupping his face in his hands. “I’m sorry” he whispered. The young man frowned. “What?” he replied. Jiang Yuelou shook his head. “Just trust me” he whispered before he crashed his lips onto the young man’s, just as the door to the room opened and light flooded the room. “What are you two doing in here?” a voice demanded, making Jiang Yuelou slowly pull away from the young man, who was a little stunned, and glared at the two men who interrupted them. “Can’t you see we’re a little busy?” he growled. The two men, waiters who were not Song Rong and Sun Yongren, looked at each other and bowed. “Apologies, sir” they murmured as they quietly slipped out of the room, shutting the door behind them. Once they were gone, Jiang Yuelou quickly pulled away and walked over to the light switch, flicking it off before he walked back over to the young man, grasping him by the arm. “Are you okay?” he asked. The young man blinked a few times before he nodded, still a little stunned. “I’m okay” he whispered. Jiang Yuelou smiled apologetically. “Sorry for springing that on you so suddenly, but I needed a distraction” he explained. The young man shook his head. “It’s fine” he replied before he frowned at Jiang Yuelou. “What are you doing in here?” he asked. Jiang Yuelou looked at him before he smiled. “Well, since you did just help me back there, I suppose I can tell you what I’m doing here” he declared before he motioned to the large painting on the wall. “I’m here to steal this” he stated. The young man looked at the painting before he looked back at Jiang Yuelou. “But…why?” he asked. Jiang Yuelou smiled and shrugged. “It’s fun. And Zhan Tianqing could do with some public embarrassment” he replied. The young man frowned before he tilted his head. “Is there…anything I can do to help?” he asked. Jiang Yuelou blinked in surprise. “You want to help me? An art thief?” he asked. The young man nodded. “It’s…it’s the least I can do. I almost got you in trouble” he explained. Jiang Yuelou looked at him before he laughed softly. “Well, alright. If you could go stand watch at the door and make sure no one comes in, that would be great. Cough if anyone gets close” he stated. The young man nodded before he turned and walked over to the door, quietly cracking it open to peek outside while Jiang Yuelou got to work in removing the large painting from the wall. Once he had removed the painting, he placed in on the floor and stared at it before he looked over at the young man. “Hey” he called out, making the young man turn and look over at him. Jiang Yuelou then motioned him over, the young man quickly coming and standing by him, both men looking down at the painting. “What do you think? Do you like it?” Jiang Yuelou asked. The young man tilted his head at it before he looked at Jiang Yuelou. “I don’t…I don’t really know much about art…nor how to appreciate it. Not like you do” he murmured. Jiang Yuelou smiled as he reached out and cupped the back of the young man’s neck, gently stroking the side of it. “Cute” he murmured. The young man blinked. “Who, me?” he asked. Jiang Yuelou smiled. “There’s only us two in this room? Who else could I be talking about?” he replied before he leaned in close, making the young man look at him with wide, bambi eyes. “Can you do one last thing for me?” he asked. The young man nodded. “Sure” he replied. Jiang Yuelou smiled a little wider. “Look for a fire alarm…there must be one around here somewhere. I need you to pull it. Or a generator switch. Either one will do” he stated. The young man looked at him before he nodded. “Okay” he agreed. Jiang Yuelou smiled and stroked the side of the young man’s neck. “Good boy” he praised. The young man blushed before he slipped out from under Jiang Yuelou’s grasp and began to look around the room, but he saw no sign of the fire alarm. He then walked over to the door and quietly opened it just a crack, peering out to see if anyone was coming. When he saw nothing, he pushed open the door a little wider, just wide enough for him to slip out, before slipping out and looking around. He carefully and quietly looked around, trying to not look suspicious as he did so, until he finally found the small alarm. He stared at it for a moment and as he reached out to pull it, he heard voice coming, making him look up to see servers coming towards him. His eyes widened and he quickly spun around, pressing up against the fire alarm and smiling, dipping his head so that he, again, didn’t look suspicious and once the servers passed, he moved slightly so that he could reach up behind him and feel around for the alarm and once he grabbed the white handle, he gave it a hard pull, the loud, shrill sound of an alarm began to go off. While the alarm was going off, causing everyone to shriek and panic, the young man quietly snuck back to the room, where Jiang Yuelou was smiling at him. “Look at you, my little criminal” he purred. The young man blushed and looked away causing Jiang Yuelou to smile before he stepped forward until he was standing before the young man, reaching out to cup his cheek. “You should go now and join the others so that you don’t look suspicious” he murmured. The young man looked at him with wide eyes. “What about you? How are you going to get out?” he asked. Jiang Yuelou chuckled. “I’ve been doing this a long time, I’ll find a way” he assured before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the young man’s forehead. “Now go” he whispered as he pulled away. The young man looked at him before he nodded and took a step back, turning and heading over to the door, pushing it open slightly to see if it was still crazy out there and once he saw that it was relatively calm, he pushed the door open a little wider and took a step out before he paused and looked back at Jiang Yuelou, who smiled and nodded at him. The young man smiled slightly before he dipped his head goodbye and quietly slipped out, closing the door behind him as he went to join the crowd.

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The next day, after the fiasco that was Zhan Tianqing party, Zhan Junbai, Jiang Yuelou, Song Rong, Yu Tangchun, and Sun Yongren were sitting in Zhan Junbai’s mansion, a small smile on Jiang Yuelou’s lips. “Another successful theft, boys” he declared. Song Rong huffed. “Did you really have to pull the fire alarm, boss? Caused so much panic it caused guest to spill wine all over my suit” he grumbled, Sun Yongren nodding in agreement. Jiang Yuelou huffed. “Well, how else was I going to get that damn painting out of there? I needed a distraction and that was the only option I could think of” he replied before he looked over at Zhan Junbai and smirked. “So, how pissed was your uncle once he realized that his prized painting was gone?” he asked. Zhan Junbai snickered. “Livid…I don’t think I’ve seen him that angry before” he mused. Yu Tangchun nodded. “It was quite the sight to see” he replied before he looked at Jiang Yuelou and tilted his head. “So, what did you do with the painting? Sell it? Hang it up? Hide it away?” he asked. Jiang Yuelou smiled. “I stored it in a very special place, somewhere that no one would ever look” he replied.

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Later on that morning, as a tall man with light skin, brown eyes, and dark brown hair dressed in a three piece cream suit walked down a cobblestone road over to a street-front clinic and unlocked the doors, pushing the doors open and stepping inside, only to freeze, his eyes widening in shock. Leaning against his desk was the painting from last night, the one that the man, the art thief, had stolen. “How—” he started when someone appeared next to him. “Do you like it? Dr. Chen?” a voice asked, making the young man jump and look over to see Jiang Yuelou standing beside him, his arms crossed in front of him, a small smirk on his face. “How did you—” he started, making Jiang Yuelou look over at him and smile. “I couldn’t get you out of my head so I decided to do a little research on my mysterious party guest. Dr. Chen Yuzhi, Jing City’s finest and youngest doctor” he declared. The young man, Chen Yuzhi, blinked. “You…you couldn’t stop thinking about me?” he asked. Jiang Yuelou smiled and nodded as he leaned forward so that he was close to Chen Yuzhi’s face, making Chen Yuzhi’s eyes widen. “There’s just something about you, Doctor, that just…drew me in” he replied. Chen Yuzhi blushed before he frowned. “Wait, you know all this about me but I know nothing about you” he stated. Jiang Yuelou smiled before he held out a hand. “Jiang Yuelou. Jing City’s best art thief” he replied. Chen Yuzhi looked at him before he reached out and shook his hand. “Are you sure you should be saying that out loud?” he asked. Jiang Yuelou shrugged as he pulled his hand away. “Everyone in Jing City knows it’s me but I’ve never been caught” he declared. Chen Yuzhi raised an eyebrow. “And you’re not afraid I’m going to turn you in?” he asked. Jiang Yuelou let out a laugh. “If you were going to turn me in, dear Yuzhi, you would have done it yesterday when you first saw me the room. You wouldn’t have stayed and helped me get away with this theft and you most certainly wouldn’t have allowed me to kiss you as an alibi” he teased. Chen Yuzhi blushed; he would be lying if he said he couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss. Jiang Yuelou chuckled before he motioned to the painting. “So, where should I put it?” he asked. Chen Yuzhi looked at him with wide eyes. “Uh…upstairs?” he replied. Jiang Yuelou frowned. “But don’t you want to show it off?” he asked. Chen Yuzhi quickly shook his head. “No…the police might notice it and I…I want to keep it safe. Since you’re entrusting it to me” he replied. Jiang Yuelou smiled before he nodded. “Alright, upstairs it is” he agreed as he walked over to the painting, picking it up and carrying it upstairs, Chen Yuzhi following after him. Once they were upstairs, Jiang Yuelou looked over at Chen Yuzhi and raised an eyebrow. “So, where should I put this?” he asked. Chen Yuzhi looked around before he pointed to the blank space on the wall was directly in front of the stairs. “So that I can look at it every time I walk up the stairs” he explained. Jiang Yuelou smiled. “Perfect spot” he agreed as he walked over to the space that Chen Yuzhi was talking about and placed the painting there, glad that there was already a nail existing there. Once he had hung the nail, he walked over and stood beside Chen Yuzhi, both men looking at the painting. “I think it fits rather well here” he declared. Chen Yuzhi smiled slightly. “It does look like it belongs” he agreed. Jiang Yuelou chuckled before he looked over at Chen Yuzhi, a small smile on his face. “Yuzhi” he started, making Chen Yuzhi look over at him. “Hmm?” he asked. Jiang Yuelou then turned to fully face him, Chen Yuzhi frowning as he turned and did the same. “Yes?” he asked. Jiang Yuelou then reached out and cupped Chen Yuzhi’s face, making Chen Yuzhi look at him with wide eyes. “Wha—” he started. “Can I kiss you? Properly this time? With no worry of being interrupted?” Jiang Yuelou asked. Chen Yuzhi blinked before he nodded. “Please” he whispered. Jiang Yuelou smiled before he leaned forward, pulling Chen Yuzhi in for a kiss, Chen Yuzhi’s eyes fluttering shut as he melted into it, letting out a hum of content. Jiang Yuelou smiled into the kiss before he pulled away, Chen Yuzhi blinking almost drunkenly at him. “Better than last night’s one?” he teased. Chen Yuzhi blushed before he nodded. “Much better” he agreed. Jiang Yuelou laughed, and Chen Yuzhi smiled, both men leaning forward to rest their foreheads together. “We make an odd pair, don’t we? An art thief and a doctor” Jiang Yuelou mused. Chen Yuzhi chuckled before he hummed. “Maybe. But I wouldn’t have it any other way” he declared. Jiang Yuelou smiled. “Me either” he agreed before he pulled away and looked into Chen Yuzhi’s eyes. “We’ll take this slow, okay?” he assured. Chen Yuzhi nodded. “Okay” he agreed. Jiang Yuelou smiled again as he leaned forward and rested his forehead on Chen Yuzhi’s again, Chen Yuzhi smiling brightly.

#sass writes #Killer and Healer #jiang yuelou #chen yuzhi #zhan junbai #yu tangchun #song rong #sun yongren #yuezhi #heist au

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caitybug · 4 years ago

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It may be February but... why not haha.

Below the cut, organized in chronological order, are the fics I wrote in 2020! All put into one place :D. Thank you to everyone who read, kudos’d, commented, beta’d, and supported my writing. It was my first ever year writing fanfiction, and I am so thankful for all the friends I’ve made because of it.

<3 <3

If Not For You

Word count: 92,461 Chapters: 36 Rating: M

Summary:

Simon was born and raised in the midwest, and he thinks he has his life figured out. He has a girlfriend that he feels happy with, is excited to drive for his junior year, and can't wait to get away from his father when he goes away for school.

However, this all changes when his mom dies and he is carted to the east coast to start at a boarding school. Simon then has to deal with having a roommate (who hates him), living with his mother's death, and wanting to be anywhere but where he is.

To add to it all, one day he gets a strange phone call, and he wonders if his mother's death was really an accident at all.

author’s note:

This was my first like actual fic. And my first try at writing something. This fic will always have a special place in my heart because it helped lead me to all the amazing people I now call friends <3

Not only that but it was a bit of therapy for me. (Self insert? In MY fanfiction? More likely than you’d think!)

Anyway, whenever someone comments, leaves kudos, or otherwise acknowledge that the fic exists I get emotional haha. I also have like three playlists for it too haha.

The Heist

Word Count:7456 Rating:T

Summary:

It's the fourth year of the Halloween heist, and Baz is determined to win. He thinks he has it all planned, that he knows Simon Snow through and through.

Despite this, somehow Simon still manages to surprise him.

author’s note:

b99 AU bahaha. Need I say more??

Pay Your Fines, Snow

Word Count: 1524 Rating: T

Summary:

Baz Pitch works at the local library every summer. He's annoyed at kids who run around, people who don't follow directions, and Simon Snow- who can't pay a fine on time.

author’s note

This fic was the first of the fics that sparked all my crazy prompts haha. It was so much fun to do!

There is a wonderful podfic of this made by the amazing and beautiful @xivz, and it also has art now by @peachpit-gabe!! Go check it out here.

A Rebirth

Word Count: 3374 Rating: T

Summary:

Simon and Baz need to finish their presentation for their Art History class. However, Baz also got pulled into watching his younger siblings for the weekend.

Frozen 2, chicken nuggets, sword fights, and themes of Renaissance.

author’s note

I wrote this for the amazing @krisrix as a prompt! It was so much fun to do and I legit wrote the whole thing in like one afternoon and had it looked over and posted it haha. I still feel bad because Kris legit asked for babies and I kicked the babies out at the beginning of the fic LOL.

Coming Together in Three Parts

Word Count: 4639 Rating: M Chapters: 3

Summary:

Three snippets of their lives after Wayward Son.

author’s note:

The summary definitely leaves a lot to be imagined haha. But I decided to pull a @ninemagicks and give a metaphor of threes and I love yous. So it’s three lovely stages after Wayward Son. There’s the I Love You, the moving in, and then a marriage proposal. I was fairly proud of this! And I did this as an exchange fic as well.

The Three Acts of a Wizard

Word Count: 6439 Rating: T

Summary:

Today, Baz is giving Simon a reprieve (or, that's what he is telling Simon.)

Cue a removal of cursed body parts, a grumpy fireplace who *knows* what is happening, and a shrill frizzy-haired friend threatening to poison some scones.

(this is a remix fic for @ninemagicks HMC AU YWSAFS

author’s note:

I wrote this for Nena’s birthday in the summer! Their friendship has meant the world to me, and this story is what I think gave me the gall courage to message them and harass them with 2k word comments/metas haha. If you’ve not read their fic, make sure to do so!

Heaven is a Place on Earth

Word Count: 12,711 Rating: M Chapters: 5 Summary:

Five hours each week. That's all Simon and Baz get.

But we know that's all they need to fall in love...

A San Junipero AU

author’s note:

This fic idea came to me randomly and I literally wrote it in a week. I love it so much, and despite being MCD I think it’s still generally happy (I mean.. they do end up together??) Idk, it has a special place in my heart. And I made @krisrix read Baz with an american accent so... win win haha.

(Un)Sexy Saturday

Word Count: 6157 Rating: M/E Chapters: 9 (they’re different stories each chapter.)

Summary:

Summaries vary by chapter. Overall it’s just a collection of silly stories where sex gets interrupted.

author’s note:

Honestly this series was so fun to do. I need to continue it sometime! From beauty blender butt plugs, to swingers, to garlic allergies... it just makes me laugh haha.

5 Times Simon Wanted a Fistbump, and the 1 Time He Finally Got It

Word Count: 5489 Rating: T Chapters: 6

Summary:

Simon Snow hasn't had a lot of friends in his life. He has Penny, who is great, of course. He has Baz (but does he count as a friend?)

So now, seeing Shepard, he's got a chance at a friend. A bro of sorts.

Simon sees the final hurdle in their friendship to be a fist bump. A simple signal of their friendship.

But how long is it going to take to get it??

5 + 1 Yearning for a Fist Bump.

author’s note:

Simpard. Friendship. And art by @nick-eyre?? Perfection.

A Goblin’s Skull, Maccies, and a Door Handle

Word Count: 2017 Rating: T

Summary:

Simon Snow wakes up in a building he doesn't know, tied up and blindfolded.

Luckily his best bro Shepard is there too.

author’s note:

Wrote this as a little bday treat for @nick-eyre :D. Decided to give Simon a friend who would also lust after goblins with him haha.

One Word, Four Letters, A Lifetime's Worth of Pain: IKEA

Word Count: 2428 Rating: T

Summary:

Baz comes home and notices the house is suspiciously quiet.

When he finds Simon, surrounded by unfinished pieces of furniture, he can't help but ask... why?

Author’s note:

This was written as a birthday gift for @foolofabookwyrm! She is an absolute gem and has never been to IKEA, but now I hope she understands the struggle of building IKEA furniture haha.

The Beat of My Heart

Word Count: 2230 Rating: T

Summary:

Simon is kneeling on the ground, waiting for Baz to come home.

He has a question. One he's wanted to ask for a while.

author’s note:

This was written as a birthday gift for @krisrix! A little proposal fic for the rat king <3 <3

Out of My Mind

Word Count: 10876 Rating: M Chapters: 3

Summary:

Baz and Simon are living their lives, domestic and content. They have a nine-year-old daughter, a Sunday morning routine, and plans to be alone for the first time for a while.

But when a girl who is growing into her powers reads something she shouldn't, they get into a predicament they don't expect.

author’s note:

This was a COE gift for @krisrix! Body Swap! Parents! Married! I tried to do it all for him haha. 2020 was really the year where I was like yeah, let’s write Kris a million fics. And honestly—wouldn’t have it any other way.

Imposter vs Crewmates

Word Count: 754 Rating: T

Summary:

Everyone has their quarantine coping strategies.

Simon tried to bake bread.

Baz watched Twilight.

But Penelope...

She introduced the gang to Among Us.

author’s note:

Look. I’ve no excuses for this lolol. Just thought it’d be silly :D.

The Ethics of Wanting You

Word Count: 1417 Rating: T

Summary:

Simon Snow realized recently that he has a crush on Baz.

Penny suggested he find reasons to spend more time with him, so he suggests a study session for their ethics exam the following day.

(It doesn't go as planned, but the result is very much worth it.)

author’s note:

Birthday gift for @peachpit-gabe <3 <3. Just a cute one shot with snowbaz.

Pumpkin, Let’s Make a Patch

Word Count: 2516 Rating: T

Summary:

Simon Snow is trying to create a neighborhood pumpkin patch.

Baz, unknowingly, rips the pumpkins out of his front lawn.

(How will he make it up to him?)

author’s note:

This was done for the COC. I based it off this cute tiktok series with this kid who rode around on his skateboard and plants pumpkins around his neighborhood.

Weathering the Storm

Word Count: 2248 Rating: T

Summary:

Shepard was nine when he first met a boy he'd learn was Simon Snow.

He was in a ditch crying, and Shepard wasn't sure what to make of him.

This boy lived in his mind until he saw him again years later.

And today, when there's a storm unlike any other in London, he knows who must be at the center of it.

author’s note:

Honestly. This is probably one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. IDK. It’s so short but... I love it. And if you like to listen to fics— @bloodiedpixie did a phenomenal podfic of it! And @nick-eyre did AMAZING art for it too <3.

New Beginnings

Word Count: 2090 Rating: T

Summary:

It's the first New Years Eve after the Christmas that changed everything.

After Simon Snow and Baz kissed.

After they defeated the humdrum.

After the Mage's death.

But, as many of us do, it's time to take the New Year as an opportunity to begin anew.

author’s note:

Part of a server exchange I did for @knitbelove :D.

And, all of the prompts I’ve yet to put on ao3... lolol

#2020 masterpost #Caity did fanfiction #Caity does fanfiction #still #but wow I really DID that y'all #i wrote over 250k last year #YIKES #damn #anyway #this has been great #love you all

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nataliedanovelist · 5 years ago

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(I did not draw this, my friend, @missinspi, drew this for me) (https://www.deviantart.com/missinspi)

Wanna read fics with this OC in it?

For a fic close to canon Gravity Falls (season 3?), read this.

For an AU about Stan and Ford getting a new neighbor at seven-years-old, read this.

Miscellaneous Oc Asks

@cityandking created a (relatively short) list of random, weird, hopefully interesting OC asks. Feel free to specify a character or just send a couple of questions, and then share it around!

What six CD’s would your OC keep in their car? Is it just a taste/preference thing, or do any of them have particular significance? I can’t think of any particular CDs, but as far as artists go... Ray Charles, Stevie Wonder, Queen (or in the Gravity Falls world, the band called King), ACDC, a disk full of instrumental piano music, and a Dolly Parton CD her friend Madeline Ingrid probably gave her.

What does your OC smell like? What does your OC wish they smelled like? Coconut butter, japanese cherry-blossom perfume, and occasionally disinfectant (she works at a hospital). She tried every hard to smell nice, as most women do, and if she feels like work is ruining that, she might use her favorite “stress relief” lotion to help overpower the smells of rubber gloves and baby spit up.

How aesthetically-oriented is your OC in their clothing? Their living space? Their general presentation? If their look™ is mismatched, is that on purpose? Hephzie has a plain, easy-to-follow fashion sense: blue-jeans with t-shirts for casual events, jeans with blouses for nicer days, and occasionally a sweater for the winter. She also has a small love for boys’ clothes; she won’t shy away from mens’ t-shirts or button-ups if they feel nice and look OK. Her living space is relatively tidy (having grown up with grandparents who needed clean floors to avoid falling) but she’s not a clean freak. Her living space is very artsy and mitch-match, having friends all over the world and she loves learning about different cultures. She might have a rug from India by her bed, but a quilt from Ireland on her bed and a small statue from Hawaii on her dresser. With a bunch of hand-me-downs and mis-match tastes, her overall aesthetic is old and comfort.

What one word would you use to describe your OC’s vibe? Chill.

What’s one mundane thing that would throw them off-kilter? Why? Nuclear families. She grew up with her Grandma and Grandpa on her mother’s side. She never knew her father and her mother abandoned her at a hospital, not even waiting to see what would happen to Hephzie. So Hephzie values family very much, but she sees no reason why blood should be the most important factor in the definition in “family”. The idea of a “normal” family, one with two parents who are married and in love, siblings, and occasionally cousins and aunts and uncles, is like a dream to her. It’s nice, but not for her.

What kind of AU is your OC best suited to? What kind of AU would be the worst? Is there any AU that would be, objectively, just really funny? Hephzie is in 2 AUs: one pretty close to canon Gravity Falls, and one in which she grows up as neighbors to Stan and Ford. Both AUs are very interesting and I love seeing how she responds to each scenario, but I think the more “tragic” of the two is the canon-like one. I’ve toyed with an AU of her becoming a singer and I can see it going either two ways: either she crumbles under the pressure and gets into drugs and overdoses, or she flourishes and uses her money and power for good, like feeding the hungry and helping the homeless find homes.

If your OC could pick a different name, title, or pseudonym for themself, what would they pick? Why? Have they ever been given an alternate name/title, and how do they feel about it? Well, her birth name is Alicia-Sarah Hephzibah Fisher Cece, but she HATES the name Alicia-Sarah and only goes by Hephzibah/Hephzie. In one AU, she legally “fixes” her name.

If your OC were playing D&D, what would their race and class be? What backstory tragedy™ would they give their character? Does that reflect their own life in any way? Be honest. Okay, because a certain extra-special person in her life loves D,D, & More D, she plays, too. She’s an woodland elf, a healer, and has very little interest in her character, but she likes the storytelling and the praise she gets if she manages to heal a wizard with pointy-ears and fluffy brown hair named Rokuro the Righteous.

Star Wars or Star Trek? A certain boyfriend of hers likes Star Trek better, but she likes Star Wars better. It’s been a bitter rival since the beginning of time.

If your OC is from a fantasy world, where in the real world would they come from? If your OC is from our world, which fantasy world would they most want to live in? Bonus: Would you ever write/RP them in that world? Hephzie grew up on Irish folktales (her grandmother’s family is from there), so she would love to meet færies and see magic and meet a selkie. Screw being a mermaid, she wanted to be a selkie! And... no, don’t expect a fic about this.

What plant, animal, and color does your OC feel like today? A Venus Flytrap, a mongoose, and the color dark-green. It’s been a rough day but she’s keeping a level head.

If your OC were a superhero, how flashy would their costume be? Also, what would their superpower be? Does this go with their costume at all, or are they all about fashion? #Can’tFightCrimeIfYouAin’tCute Well... in the canon-like AU, she’s kinda a superhero already, so... think something like a knight’s armor on the arms and legs with a maroon cape. Power would be healing, but she can also fight hella well with a sword and bow-and-arrows. And she’s never cared about looking good, she just wants to survive the war...

Does your OC thrift? Buy designer? Where would they shop irl? GOODWILL FOR THE WIN!!! She and her friends called it “treasure hunting” in high-school and it stuck. She loves it, and when a certain somebody came out with a song about it, she was livid (even if she was fifty-something years old).

Is your OC superstitious? If so, what superstitions do they believe? If not, what do they think of superstitious people? She’s constantly around the supernatural and abnormal... and loves it. She thrives off of what is different. So, superstitious?... Hm, she isn’t paranoid or afraid; she welcomes it with open arms.

Is your OC religious? Do they want to be? Have they ever been at some time in the past? How complicated is their relationships with worship/the gods/the church/etc? Her grandparents took her to church growing up and she loved the music. Her grandmother was the choir director and her grandfather played the piano, and she had “the voice of an angel”, so she happily sang in church, but she kinda stopped going to church when she went to college, but if you ask her she’ll tell you she’s a Christian. She says it just makes sense to believe in a god; there’s too much that science can’t explain. She also likes studying Buddhism, Islam, and Judaism to learn more about other people and cultures.

Hardwood, tile, or carpet? Hardwood. But she will NEVER say no to a fluffy rug.

What’s their go-to parlor trick? Are they actually that good at it, or do they just enjoy it? Do people tell them they’re good, even if they aren’t? How do they handle criticism? I can’t really think of a good parlor trick. She has a lot of talents she keeps on the down, like singing and stand-up comedy (don’t ask). On another note, she takes criticism overall pretty well.

If your OC could request one boon from a god, what would it be? The extermination of a certain three-sided demon.

Favorite comfort food? Do they enjoy junk food or are they more of a foodie? Can they cook? What’s their favorite thing to cook? OREOS are HERS! DON’T TOUCH THEM UNLESS YOU WANNA LOSE A HAND! She also secretly loves watermelon (doesn’t like to tell people this) and her comfort food is either hot tea or hot chocolate. Something to warm her hands. And no, she can’t cook; she burns everything. EXCEPT, she can brew coffee and she’s a pretty good barista (was one during college).

Any major theme(s) or conflict(s) in your OC’s life? How have they dealt with that? Are they aware of it, or do they ignore it? Did you design them with such theme(s)/conflict(s) in mind, or did they evolve naturally? Loyalty is a huge one for her. I think so many people have forgotten what it means to be a true friend and what real loyalty looks like. You’re willing to go far and wide for the people you care about because you want to, because you get fulfillment out of doing the right thing. Hephzie will have your back, no matter what. She doesn’t care what race, background, gender, sexuality, religion, she doesn’t give a shit. If you’ve got her, you’ve got a loyal friend. IOne thing she struggled with - and is only semi-aware of it - is loneliness. She finds it suffocating. It’s slight PTSD from losing so much in her life, and she’s not terribly clingy, but she’ll wallow about it and sink into depression if she feels abandoned or alone. She NEEDS that reassurance that she is not a freak and not alone and that SOMEONE would care if one day she was gone. This evolved naturally when shaping her backstory and realising it needed to have realistic consequences.

If they could steal one major piece of art with no consequences, what would it be and why? Bonus: how would they pull off the heist? Anything Bob Ross. Loves that guy. And she’d probably just recrute Stan to help her with either blackmail or her “Please, for me?” line.

Now it’s YOUR turn!

#gravity falls #oc #hephzie cece #ford pines #stan pines

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snapchattingnct · 5 years ago

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Champagne Giggles

Park Jisung x Reader

Genre: Mafia!au, fluff

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: underage drinking, minor religion mentioned

Notes: This was definitely supposed to be posted early but college started again and I got busy. But here’s my take on the “Champagne Giggles” prompt for @neowritingsnet Summer Writing Fest. It’s not 100% to my complete satisfaction but my sisters urged me to finish and post it so here it is~

Lifting the glass of champagne up his lips, Jisung admired the painting that was held up for display before him. His eyes touched over every inch of the canvas, taking note of each brush stroke and the colors that were carefully blended together. While the colors were much more muted, having had faded away through the many years, the painting was still stunning.

Many of the people around him gushed and fawned over the artwork but he simply kept quiet as a sudden idea popped into his head. Without a second thought, Jisung pulled out his phone from within is his suit jacket. Pressing the phone to his ear, he continued to casually sip at his champagne, eyes surveying the rest of the art hall.

On the third ring, a loud voice answered back, “Yah, what do you want?”

“Have you gotten Mark anything for his birthday yet?” Jisung questioned as he eyed the painting in front of him with a smile. “Because if you haven’t. I think I just found the perfect gift.”

“Ohhhh,” Chenle hummed, interested caught. But then pausing, he asked, “Wait. Aren’t you at that dumb art exhibit in Positano?”

“Yup. It’s not that far of a drive. You’re already in Italy.”

He was met with silence on the other line. Continuing to sip at his champagne, Jisung waited for the information to register. Not long after, he was met with a resounding, ‘ohh’ before it increased in both volume and pitch. Chenle’s words soon became inaudible as he continued to shriek and scream on the other line in excitement. “Oh man, this is going to be so much fun! I’ll see you soon. I knew Positano was a good option. ”

Chenle had announced his presence with a hard clap on to Jisung’s back, startling him and nearly making him spill the champagne in his hands. Glaring the boy down, Jisung complained, “Give me a heads up next time when you’re going to do something like that!”

The orange haired boy simply shrugged his shoulders and smiled. Then turning his attention to the painting that Jisung was so invested in, Chenle whistled lowly. “Is that The Last Supper?”

“Nope,” Jisung replied. Then shrugging his shoulders in a similar fashion that the other boy had done before he added, “It’s about the closest you’ll actually get to the original one anyways. The real one would be harder to steal. Since it’s not just a painting but whole drywall that was painted on. Imagine trying to smuggle that out of anywhere.”

“Bummer,” Chenle pouted.

“Hey, there’s literally only two copies of The Last Supper in the whole world. The important ones anyways. One painted by Cesare de Sesto, but that’s in Switzerland. And then this one, here, painted by Giampietrino.”

Rolling his eyes, Chenle said, “I came here to help you steal a painting, not get a history lesson on it.”

“Yeah, well at least know what you’re even stealing, Chenle.”

“I came here to steal a painting for Mark’s birthday gift and that’s it’s literally the perfect gift for our Christian boy.” He grinned widely, eyes gleaming with uncontainable excitement. Leaning in closer he whispered, “So what’s the plan? Are two people enough to pull off this heist? Because the last time we tried to pull a heist off with the two of us, it didn’t end too well...”

Groaning at the memory of their failed heist in Austria, Jisung shook his head. “Please don’t remind me. That was one of the most embarrassing fails I’ve ever done in my whole life.”

“Trust me, I feel the same way too. That’s why I’m bringing it up, because I don’t want an incident like that to happen again.”

With a sigh, Jisung nodded. “Well, it would be ideal for there to be another person… but no one else is available. They’re all arriving in Italy tonight…”

Then as if the heavens above had heard their dilemma, someone suddenly came up behind the two of him, silent as a mouse, saying, “I can help.”

You watched in amusement as the two boys jumped at the sound of your voice, their eyes blown into saucers as they stared back at you as if they were a deer caught in the headlights.

Frantically waving his hands in front of him, the taller boy smiled awkwardly, “No, no. It’s okay. You didn’t hear anything.”

“Oh, but I heard everything,” you countered back with a smile. “And I want in.”

“We have no idea what you’re talking about…” The taller boy continued to stutter out.

“We’re stealing The Last Supper for your friend right? You need a third person for the job and I can be that person.”

Just as the taller boy was about to open his mouth and protest again, the shorter one, countered, “How can we trust you?”

“You can’t,” you smiled back at them in amusement. “Well you can, but knowing you two, you won’t trust me one bit even if I prove my innocence and loyalty to you. But what I can do is buy the two of you some time and give you the blueprint to this entire building, how does that sound?”

You watched as the two of them share a look and a moment of silence passed before the taller one turned around and extended his hand out to you. “Pleasure to work with you. I’m Jisung.”

Wrapping your fingers around his, you gave his hand a small squeeze. “Hmm, I know.”

After exchanging the basic pleasantries, the three of you ended up discussing the heist in some empty room of the art exhibit hall. Of course it was closed off to the public and locked but that was nothing too hard for Chenle to pick into. It was a basic lock, nothing fancy. So all that it took to crack it open was using the classic paper clip method. Child’s play, really.

When the door clicked open, you weren’t even surprised. The moment that you had spotted Jisung hanging around in the art exhibit near The Last Supper for way too long, you figured he was planning something. And it became even more evident that he was full of mischief from the way that he kept glancing around the room, checking every exit and taking in all the securities in the room. Then came Chenle, who was a little too loud for such events like these. And when they huddled together, still standing before the famous replica, you had caught them.

It was about time that something a little exciting happened around here anyways. You loved art but that didn’t mean that you could stand around all day and watch these paintings and not get bored. The two boys were the perfect distraction that you’ve been wanting all day long to happen.

With the building’s blueprints spread out on the table before them, you all began strategizing their game plan.

“Okay, there’s a total of three main exits to the gallery room that houses the painting.” You pointed out as your fingers traced the paper. “But there’s also a private back door that only staff or security is allowed to use to leave. And there’s two vents directly above the painting that leads to the back exit.”

Nodding along as you spoke, Jisung commented, “So the vents are going to be our game plan. Where is the entrance and is there any security cameras?”

“The ventilation system is pretty basic, so it just cuts around the whole building in a loop. You can enter where you can exit. So you can use the back exit from the camera room to get in.” You told him. “As for cameras, you don’t have to worry about the main ones. I can handle those. The one that you will need to worry about is the hidden one out back. It’s out of range for me to control. A separate security company handles all of the ones outside.”

“I got it,” Chenle said with a smile, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Then perfect!” Clapping your hands together, you pulled the blueprint from the table and began to roll it back up. “Sounds like an easy heist, no?”

“A piece of cake.”

It truly was a piece of a cake. It was way too easy.

Not to mention, it made the whole job a lot easier since the exhibition hall was now closed for the night with only the hall’s manager and two security guards patrolling.

It barely took five minutes for you to disable all of security cameras within the building and subbing blank recording over it. And it took Chenle less than five minutes to break past the firewalls and take charge of the cameras outside of the building.

Giving Jisung and you a thumbs up, Chenle grinned brightly, “Let’s get this.”

Next thing you knew, you were crawling in the hot vents, sweating buckets as Jisung led the way in front of you. Chenle had used his magic and managed to shut down the entire air conditioning system so that you and Jisung could crawl through the vents. But with no air blowing, it was extremely hot and suffocating in the vents.

You had changed out of your evening dress into a set of spare work clothes you had in your locker, consisting of a pair of black pants and polo shirt. Meanwhile, Jisung didn’t have that kind of luxury and was crawling through the vents still in his suit. How the boy was doing that and still living and breathing? You didn’t have a single clue because it was hot as hell.

Within your earpiece, you listened as Chenle continued to give you both live updates on any movement in the cameras. “Coast is cleared. When you hit the next section, take the left vent and it’ll lead you directly right above the air vent of The Last Supper.”

“This is as easy as taking candy from a baby.” Jisung muttered in front of you. Then turning around to face you, he asked, “Why don’t you guys have better security around here? I mean you guys are housing some of the world’s most priceless pieces of artwork. You would think security would be more than than two lousy, lanky security guards.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you said, “Couldn’t tell you. I’m just the receptionist here.”

“Also, they really did not do a good background check on you if you’re up here climbing through the vents to help some random strangers steal a piece of artwork.” Jisung smiled before adding, “You’re completely over qualified to be a receptionist.”

“Why thank you. And I say the same thing every time someone argues with me over the prices of our exhibition tickets.” You laughed.

In the short amount of time that you had met Jisung, you found that he was even more of a sweetheart than expected. He had the cutest nose scrunches and he had the prettiest eyes. Each time that he would smile or laugh, his eyes turned into cute, moon shaped crescents. And it was simply adorable. He was nothing but a stuttering mess at first but the moment he had warmed up to you, he wouldn’t stop talking. Not that you minded anyways.

Snapping you out of your thoughts, Jisung tapped you on your shoulders, handing you the flashlight as he did so. “Alright, we’re here.”

True to his words, as the both of you looked down through the grate of the vents, you saw the painting in all of its glory.

Carefully unscrewing the vent’s opening, Jisung lifted it, setting the piece of metal to the side. Then tossing you the rope, he told you, “Hold on tight. I may have eaten a slice of pizza too many before coming here.”

With a roll of your eyes, you wrapped the rope around your hands and anchored it to the vent. “I’m sure I’ll manage, pizza boy.”

For a boy his height and statue, Jisung swung down from the vents with ease. He was in his element one hundred percent just as Chenle was when he hacked into the security cameras.

Jisung was barely halfway down the vent when Chenle’s voiced began yelling in your earpiece. “Oh crap! The manager’s coming back through for some reason! He’s moving from his office and heading in the direction of the exhibit hall. Eta four minutes.”

Yanking on the rope gently, you urged Jisung to move quicker. “You heard Chenle right?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jisung waved his hand dismissing your distressed call. “I got this. We’ll be gone before his hand touches the door handle.”

“Well at the rate that you’re going, I don’t know about that.” As the words left your lips, Jisung had already reached the painting.

Jisung sent you a smug smile over his shoulder as he pulled on the rope, his hands grasping the painting with the sound of Chenle’s frantic talking coming from your earpiece. “You guys need to get out of there asap. The manager is literally twelve steps away from the door.”

Mustering as much strength as you could, you began tugging on the rope, grasping it tightly with both of your hands. Adrenaline was pumping through your veins as your heart thundered within your chest. The thrill was too much and you couldn’t help but laugh out loud in excitement.

“Oh my gosh, stop laughing and get out of there before he comes in!” Chenle screeched loudly, his breath coming out unevenly in your ears. The poor boy was nearly on the verge of hyperventilating. “Five more steps!”

The both of you were barely able to keep your laughter to a low volume when you finally pulled Jisung back up into the vent and quickly shutting the air vent’s door as you did so.

The moment Jisung opened the vent’s door to the camera room, Chenle was already on his feet and unhooking all the wires from his computer, packing up at the light of speed. Chenle was nothing but a blubbering mess as Jisung helped you down from the vent, along with the painting in hand.

“They’re outside, right in the back. I completely disabled all the cameras for the next two minutes and thirty six seconds. And we have exactly one minute and forty five seconds before the manager comes barrelling in here to check the tapes once he notices that the painting is gone.”

Quickly tossing Jisung the screwdriver, Chenle added, “Screw the vent back on. Grab everything and lets go.”

You watched with immense fascination at how fast the two boys cleaned the place up, making it seemed like no one was ever in the room in the first place. Within seconds, the room looked spotless and Jisung grabbed you by the shoulders, pushing you out the door. When the three of you stumbled out the door, a sleek, black limo was already waiting out back.

There wasn’t much time to fawn over the car as Chenle yanked the door open and ushered you all inside hurriedly, glancing over his shoulder nervously. But the moment that the three of you made it safely inside the limo, stumbling in as a mess of lanky limbs and a huge oil painting, Chenle broke out into a high pitched laugh. Cheering loudly, he banged on the divider and told the driver to take it away.

Besides you, Jisung couldn’t help but send a huge smile your way before reaching across and giving Chenle a loud high five, the impact echoing in the car. Then sharing a look, the boys made eye contact for a brief moment before they turned their attention to the other person in the car. “Happy belated birthday Mark!”

A young man dressed to the nines in his deep burgundy suit, who was no more than a couple years older than you, shook his head, smiling and said, “You guys are completely unbelievable.” Then passing each of them a flute of champagne, he toasted, “Here’s to another successful heist you wild kiddos.”

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outroshooky · 5 years ago

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think you’re so criminal | kth

⇢ genre: drabble (artthief!au) (smut, crack)

⇢ pairing: kim taehyung x reader

⇢ word count: 2.0k

⇢ prompt: “right, so i’ve ruined an iconic historical painting with my cum. See kim taehyung, this is why you don’t edge me.”

⇢ warnings: smut (dirty talk, mild exhibitionism, oral sex [f receiving], a mention of cumplay), there’s some foul language and mentions of dick sucking; don’t read this if you don’t like innuendos, jimin being sleazy, or law-breaking; the fourth wall is also broken like three times

⇢ a/n: i’ve had this prompt sitting in my wips folder since last october. thank you @pvrpletae for this one; without you, your burning love for kth, and our questionable text conversations, this drabble would not exist. also, thanks to bad guy and billie eilish for the rough inspiration for this fic

For all of your years of artnapping, absolutely nothing could have possibly prepared you for tonight’s break-in.

I should note that it wasn’t like you didn’t have experience with this. While most folks your age were casually sipping cheap wine at a bar on a lazy Friday night, you could probably be found plotting a break-in to some rich collector’s home who’d taken from the poor to keep for the rich. You liked to think of your occupation as vigilante work; others called it downright illegal. Maybe you’re both right.

It was a family business that got you started, a long-lost connection to a great uncle on your father’s side who’d shown you the ropes, and the rest was history. We won’t talk about how your parents feel about the whole enterprise, but they certainly did appreciate the Monet painting you’d brought home for them for Christmas- even if they wouldn’t hang it up in the foyer. It would’ve pulled the whole living room together if they’d mounted it above the fireplace like your wonderful boyfriend, also known as their unofficially adopted son, had suggested.

Miraculously, your parents had no clue that you’d been partners with the notably infamous Kim Taehyung for longer than you’d worked on your own. Partners was once a generous term- you met when each of you pulled a knife on the other in the basement of the Louvre, Rembrandt in hand- but over time envy morphed into a mutual respect, a tenuous thread of friendship spun into colorful wool that blossomed into its own thick congenial quilt. You knew each other inside and out, and while many in this particular industry opted to fly solo, you took a generous amount of comfort in knowing that no matter what, there was always someone watching your back.

Your parents adored Taehyung with every ounce of warmth in their souls. He could do no wrong in their view, his own puppy-dog almond eyes and the fair bit of innocence that sparkled in them so irresistibly endearing not only to you, but to them, too. You supposed you couldn’t blame them; the first time you saw him, you assumed he was some sort of lost schoolboy in the wrong place at the wrong time. That is, until he’d almost broken your ribs with a well-placed kick and delicately introduced himself as the Nightstalker. At least he apologized afterward.

Needless to say, with all of this in mind, you’d seen plenty in your time doing creative enterprising deals on the black market. You’d nearly gotten your finger cut off when the heavy frame of a Matisse fought back; Taehyung had lost his favorite beret to the hands of the feds; and you’d both, on one occasion, spent fifteen hours in a cramped janitor’s closet that reeked of cat shit. Ironically enough, the latter happened to occur on the same day you met Taehyung. Alas, that’s a story for another fic.

Anyways, there’s one little detail I forgot to mention that might be relevant. You had, in fact, been dating Taehyung for three years, had known him prior for about half that. And yes, you absolutely had fucked in the middle of a heist.

At least once.

But not more than four times.

It wasn’t like you had planned it. It was one of those things that just sort of happened on its own; nobody was home and the getaway car was late, so Taehyung suggested that he kill time with his head between your thighs. If someone had told your earlier self that you’d be getting off in the dusty attic of the museum you had freshly robbed to merely kill time, you wouldn’t have believed them, but there you were, going on your three year anniversary, sucking his dick an hour later in the comfort of your own home as a thank-you present.

And tonight, apparently, was heading down the same route.

It was a simple break-in, one that you’d done before, from some guy (last name Kim, first name Seokjin) who had a penchant for hoarding works of art that deserved to be appreciated in the public eye. You’d deemed yourselves knights of valor, taking not only the O’Keeffe and the tiny little Pollock shoved recklessly in a dusty corner, but pocketing a miniature Rodin that Taehyung spotted on the bedside table. It was all too easy- change your locks, folks!- and thus, you were left with time to kill before Jimin pulled up in an inconspicuous white worker’s van.

Blame the fairly suggestive Hayes painting Seokjin had perched over his king-size bed, which happened to be draped with red silk sheets. He was a man of taste in more than one category, it seemed, and as Taehyung had hinted at, it would be a pity not to, ah- christen not only the now-bare walls as your own, but the neatly made head of the house.

Blood rushed in your ears as Taehyung made it quick, a few sloppy strokes of his tongue making you squirm and hiss. “S-swear to god, Taehyung, we’re gonna get caught-”

“If you keep being loud, we will, babygirl.”

“Are we c-completely su- fuck- sure the housekeeper is g-gone for the evening?”

Taehyung withdrew slightly and hummed, tracing his fingers through the slick. “I thought we decided Seokjin and the housekeeper are fucking each other. That’s why the sheets are red. Don’t think we didn’t spot the matching sheets in the carriage-house bedroom half an hour ago.”

You exhaled unsteadily, feeling completely wrecked under the power of your boyfriend’s lips and tongue. “That doesn’t mean they might not still be here.”

Taehyung’s eyebrow quirked between the apex of your thighs. “I wonder what thrills you more, federal handcuffs on your wrists or the look on Kim’s face when he sees you on your back and smells you all over his sheets.” His eyes narrow, the pleased look of the devil incarnate marring his handsome features. “Bet you’d love either option.”

“Don’t you have better things to do with that tongue than run them off about my worries?” You retorted. It was a weak insult, but an effective one.

Taehyung drove you to the brink of near-insanity, wanting to drag this wonderfully fucked-up act as long as humanly possible without the risk of genuine danger. However, the twice-repeated honk of a car outside meant Jimin had made his way into position, and you were running out of time.

“Tae, baby-”

“Fuck,” he panted, speeding up. “Be a good girl, come on babygirl. Cum all over my tongue, you’ve done so well for me, baby. Cum, now.”

At the same moment that it hit you, a dazzling euphoria of white that sparked and sputtered behind closed eyelids, a horn just under the windowsill honked one long blast.

You were about to have company, and if the panic in Taehyung’s eyes was anything to go by, you’d overstayed your welcome.

His neglected, throbbing boner would have to wait.

“Isn’t he not supposed to be home yet? I thought he was in Germany!” You whispered as you scrambled off the bed with a mind still foggy from your orgasm. You stumbled to find your various articles of clothing scattered about the feet of the furniture.

“For another four days, he was!” Taehyung retorted in a slightly louder whisper. Next to you, he ripped at the corners of the bed, furiously wrapping the stolen artworks in the silk sheets themselves.

“What do we do?” You murmured, fingers hurriedly finding the clasp of your pants.

Two levels below, the front door creaked open and footsteps resounded in the massive, marble-floored foyer.

“Taehyung, we have to go,” you urged in low tones, tripping into your left sneaker.

“I know, just-” The traces of sex had drained from his voice, replaced by daunting panic. “Help me with these, please.”

Footsteps resounded on the stairs, thumping closer and closer, and you didn’t even have time to process the fear before your feet were moving and you made your way to the window, following close behind Taehyung. Your boyfriend took care to lower the last two stolen paintings to a waiting Jimin before he himself took one last glance back at the bedroom and saluted. “It was fun desecrating you!”

The bedroom door creaked open just as Taehyung began to ease himself off the sill.

“Go!” You hissed, practically shoving your boyfriend out the window before you followed, clutching the Pollock tightly to your chest.

You hit the ground and rolled, your shoulder taking the brunt of the impact as you stumbled and threw yourself into Jimin’s van as his foot slammed the gas pedal down. The engine revved hard, peeled rubber burning black on the uneven cobblestone of the narrow city streets. Taehyung wrenched the door closed and held on just a second longer, eyes on the dark figure that had appeared at the window you had slipped out of a mere seconds before. You panted, air wheezing in and out of your lungs erratically as you regained your senses. In the darkness of the van, it was impossible to read Taehyung’s feelings until he spoke.

“Well, that was an adventure.”

“Taehyung.”

“It certainly was the most risque of our trips; I mean, it beat out the time we fucked in a chur-”

“Taehyung.”

“What?”

In the frantic struggle to finish wrapping your stolen goods and lower them via silk sling to the waiting hired help below, you had realized, in a stunning moment of clarity, that Taehyung had not taken the time to wipe his fingers clean before touching your prizes. His tongue may be experienced, but his idea of how to preserve a historical masterpiece was not. “Did you, by any chance, wipe your hands before you picked up the artwork?”

He was silent for a moment, contemplating. “Was I supposed to?”

“Oh my god.” You collapsed back into the seat, running a hand through your messy hair. “Right, so I’ve ruined an iconic historical painting with my cum. See Kim Taehyung, this is why you don’t edge me.”

“It could’ve been worse; I only touched the frame.”

“The four-hundred-and-ninety-year-old frame?” You gaped at him. “Do you really want to be searching up what pussy juice does to a Da Vinci at one in the morning?”

Taehyung shrugged. “It’s nothing a little lemon juice, magnesium, and a rag won’t take off.”

“And how do you know that for certain?”

In the rearview mirror, Taehyung and Jimin locked eyes, and Jimin opened his mouth, then closed it again. Mild horror seeped into your bones.

“Have either of you actually had to remove semen from a historical object before?”

Jimin wisely stayed silent.

Taehyung gently withdrew the statue from his pocket, turning it over to inspect its cracks and crevices. “All I’m saying is, The Girl isn’t the only one with pearly-”

“You are disgusting,” you declared, folding your arms over your chest.

“This is coming from the one who probably left her panties in the house of the collector she just robbed.”

The car went momentarily quiet, the mild horror rotting in your bones suddenly turning a freezing cold. “Taehyung…?”

He opted not to reply, and his hesitance was all you needed.

“Fuck!”

“Hey, look at it this way,” Jimin peeped from the front seat. “At least you’ll have something to tell your parents over Christmas dinner.”

“Park Jimin, I am not telling my parents about how my most expensive pair of lingerie was left in the home of collector Kim Seokjin, whose new acquisitions coincidentally went missing the same night!”

“I mean, if it was a good fuck…”

You smacked Taehyung’s arm as he whined in protest.

“You two are so cute,” Jimin teased. “Like an old married couple.”

“If old married couples like to break into houses together and give head while stealing the art, you’d be spot on.”

Taehyung opened his mouth and you silenced him with a glare. He mouthed something at you and you rolled your eyes. “Yes, I’ll still suck your dick when we get home!”

#bts #taehyung #bts smut #bts crack #kpop smut #kpop crack #taehyung smut #taehyung crack #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #drabble #outroshooky

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thereinafter · 5 years ago

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Letter for Chocolate Box 2020 (cut for major wall of text; fandoms I requested are Dragon Age, Tortall, Darkest Dungeon, Original Work)

Hello, dear chocolatier, thanks for creating something for me! I’m thereinafter (isyche) on AO3.

I like both fic (any rating you want to write) and art (gen or romance or implied sex fine, no explicit porn), Prompts below are copied from my signup, followed by a long general likes list and then DNWs.

Dragon Age

Cassandra/Leliana: I love them and their long history/intimidating outsides/romantic insides/right hand-left hand balance a lot. some prompt ideas: a) on a mission pre-DAI and some forced-intimacy or h/c trope pushes them to admit/act on feelings b) escalating personal notes attached to official reports c) sneaked moments away from Skyhold d) fighting back to back e) either one convincing the other to take a break and do something fun, in her own way. Or anything from my likes list you find inspiring, get-together or established. For art: I’d love them being romantic or formidable together however you want to draw it.

Leliana/Josephine: I also love their history and friendship, and how Josephine can potentially light up Leliana’s tendency to darkness, and also how Leliana is playful with/protective of her. There are a lot of established-relationship missing-scene type scenarios I’d like for them, e.g., an excursion to Val Royeaux from Skyhold, a dance together at Halamshiral, Josie waiting up for Leliana to finish spy business, distracting each other from frustrating work, managing difficult guests. Or being drawn back together when Josie comes to the Inquisition after having been in the past. Or, again, anything else from my likes you’re into. I’d be delighted by art of them as well, if you want to illustrate any of these ideas or just draw them being cute.

and some gen ideas I’ve thought about recently and would like to read:

Cassandra & Vivienne: Since Vivienne is a knight-enchanter and thus technically a melee fighter, I’m curious about how and where she trains or has in the past for that, and I’d be interested to see her and Cassandra bond in some way through testing themselves against each other.

Female Hawke & Leliana & Morrigan: These three could have all potentially met in Lothering before the Blight, so write me something about that? Maybe they all get into a scrape together and have to cooperate? Maybe it was caused by Hawke’s or Morrigan’s magic?

Morrigan & Sera: I once drew Morrigan being amused by Sera stealing templar breeches and ever since I’ve kind of wanted that fic. Morrigan is entertained by Sera’s pranks on targets she dislikes and offers to help? Sera is suspicious/scared of her but eventually decides she’s all right? (Sera makes friends with Kieran?)

Tortall

Keladry of Mindelan & Baby Griffin: Having recently read the Kel books, I was really charmed by her heroic efforts to care for the griffin baby until its parents are found, and I’d like a little fic exploring that more, or maybe it coming back to find her later on? Daine and/or Alanna could be involved too if you like. I also am pretty sure this would make for adorable art.

Darkest Dungeon

I feel like there are potential stories around a lot of the mechanics in this game: the quirks and stress and breakdowns and need to recover through drinking or sex or gambling or religion, the weird trinkets and cultist groups, why new adventurers keep showing up to get fed into the dungeon. So, with this fandom I’m interested in fic playing with those things and building on what’s implied in the game (or art along those lines illustrating some offscreen scene, or creating a shippy moment).

I picked these three pairings because I thought they made for interesting dynamics, but if you want to include other characters or enemies, go for it (and use whatever names you want).

Antiquarian/Grave Robber: bonding over an interest in treasure and desire to stay alive and out of the melee? Getting lost on an unadvised side trip in the ruins?

Arbalest/Shieldbreaker: Arbalest takes Shieldbreaker under her wing and tries to cover her in combat/patch her up/help with her nightmares?

Hellion/Vestal: opposites attract, Vestal has impure thoughts about Hellion, and/or healer/fighter h/c?

Original Work

I pictured all of these in fantasy settings when nominating them, but some could also work as SF/space opera or historical.

Female Adventurer Lost in the Snow/Female Fire Spirit: Obviously she needs warming up, however you want to take that (does the spirit warm her and let her go like a grateful one night stand? Or a darker take where the woman lets the spirit consume her and make her one of them? or both at different times in her life?)

Female Armorsmith/Female Warrior Who Needs Frequent Repairs: This could go in either a funny “why do you come in here so much” or an angsty “why do you get hurt so often” direction and I’d like either (or both).

Female Knight/Female Bath Attendant with a Crush: I like knights and requited crushes and the sort of caretaking involved in baths, and would be happy with any cute/romantic or comfort/solace or sexy take on this combination.

Female Court Painter/Impatient Princess Sitting for a Painting: Maybe the princess is a flirty rake and the painter is a serious type with no time for her nonsense but secretly charmed, or vice versa? Or they keep falling out over how the portrait should go and then making up? Or they're in a secret relationship and the impatience is because it's the only time they can see each other?

Grumpy Lonely Sorceress/Female Courtesan She Hires for a Ritual: I pictured this as a lighthearted story where the situation starts awkward and ends more fun than expected for them. Why does the sorceress need to try this particular ritual/spell? (unexpectedly necessary for something she’s researching?) does it succeed? do they decide to collaborate again? up to you.

Anchoress/Woman Outside Her Cell: I’d be happy with either a historical medieval setting or a fantasy/SF invented religion. Here for the pining and inability to touch that the premise suggests; would prefer a hopeful ending to a super bleak one.

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General likes (mainly a fic-oriented list, but if you do art for me and want to incorporate something here, great):

In case you want more inspiration in addition to the above. Take from it as you wish, all these things are good alone or combined

for both gen and shipfic: Lighthearted (romantic or friendship) fluff and humor Glimpses of how the characters manage everyday life stuff in canons where the focus is more on big dramatic events Canon divergence AUs in the “what if x event in canon turned out differently” sense Casefic if the characters do cases or missions or short adventures Epistolary or “found documents” stories, and other unconventional story structures Time loop stories, Rashomon-style stories, and other kinds of variations on a theme (including “five times” fic) Worldbuilding/exploration of the canon world and backstory, especially parts unexplored in the canon; also, in-universe stories, songs, mythologies, histories, etc. Holidays and celebrations and balls, masquerade or not, and dancing, romantic or not Characters doing things in disguise, whether they’re good or bad at it Heists and rescues/jailbreaks Court plotting, intrigue, spying Road or sea trips/wilderness survival situations Swordfights, duels, tournaments, sparring, training for all kinds of fighting Characters making things for others, whether it’s art or music or crafting or food or magic or whatever, and giving gifts Artists (in any art form), artistic rivalries, artist/muse dynamics, artists inspiring each other Competence and being very good at what they do (but perhaps awkward or lost in other contexts); relatedly, learning/practicing new skills

additionally for shipfic: Angst with happy endings Pining, preferably requited in the end Repressed feelings and extended UST, especially between working partners who are busy with something more important Loyalty/dedication/faithfulness/devotion, us against the world, knight/queen dynamics (either one-way or where both consider themselves the knight to the other), bodyguarding, love conflicting with other loyalties, noble self-denial and sacrifice, courtly love Stoicism and hidden feelings/bad at feelings but has a lot, or good at feelings and good at hiding them Secret/forbidden relationships as a source of angst and/or for the excitement of sneaking around Hurt/comfort, rescuing each other, fighting beside each other Snuggling/bathing/dressing/playing with hair/other caretaking Forced intimacy tropes like bedsharing, huddling for warmth, fake dating, marriage of convenience, handcuffed together, dreamsharing/psychic bonds, bodyswap Longtime friends to lovers, old friends meeting again, old enemies who aren’t really anymore and have to admit they like each other, rivals who respect each other Ascetic/hedonist or repressed/libertine or inexperienced/more experienced pairings

for sex scenes: cuddling, kissing, laughing, eroticized hands and voices, clothed/semi-clothed sex, complicated undressing, talking whether emotional or joking or dirty, curiosity/discovery, playfulness/inventiveness, eagerness/desperation, being overwhelmed by feelings, having to keep silent or hold still, interruptions and delayed gratification and intentional teasing/drawing things out, body worship, sex against walls, informal mild kink (e.g., tying up, holding down, blindfolding, taking direction, scratching/marking, tearing clothes, mutual roughness), sexy letter writing, one fantasizing about the other, decadence, voyeurism/exhibitionism, writing/painting on skin, sex pollen, magical or magic-enhanced sex

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DNWs: unrequested setting AUs (like high school or coffee shop), non-canonical/unrequested polyamory, non-canonical/unrequested pregnancy and kids, non-canonical nicknames infidelity (unless it’s something like escaping a forced or political marriage) sexual violence/rape (eroticized/described in detail; I’m OK with, e.g., a character being a survivor or hunting down a rapist) a/b/o, formalized bdsm, daddy/mommy kink, underage, incest, shit/urine/vomit/spitting

#chocolate box exchange

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lenfaz · 6 years ago

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Sea Squad, ch 4 (4/14)

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)

Chapter heads up: Liam/Belle in this chapter.

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 and art under the cut

With the team assembled and ready to do the job, there was nothing to do but to start working at it, each of them tackling the specific tasks Killian had planned out for them.

Surveillance had proven to be as difficult as Smee had predicted that first day. The need to tap into the Baelfire’s systems had them pulling the first of several mini-operations it would take to pull off the job. Thanks to Ursula’s eyes and ears, Killian had been able to pilfer an access card from one of the technicians while he was visiting a lap dancer. Ariel and Eric had put together a diversion to cover Smee while he used the card to sneak into the server room and tapped their systems, as Milah, Liam, and Killian monitored the scene from Nemo’s house. There had been a moment there where it had looked like Smee would fail - a flash of hesitation at one coded failsafe too many, but in the end the man had pulled through and they finally had eyes into Gold’s system.

Power was an important piece of the puzzle. On the night of the fight, part of their success relied on being able to shut down power to the entire city. Milah gave them a cheerful smile when Liam brought it up.

“Do you want something broken, blown, or total and utter chaos?”

“What do you think?” Liam raised his eyebrows playfully and Milah erupted in laughter.

“You’ll get it.”

She took off into the city, ready to work her magic.

“Should I be worried?” Liam asked as he and Killian watched her slide into one of Nemo’s cars.

“Not yet.”

Construction was the most fun, at least as far as Liam was concerned. Their need for a practice run, or something approaching one, had them renting a couple of isolated warehouses and bringing in all sorts of materials to build out an exact replica of the Baelfire’s vault. The physical exertion of hauling lumber and paint cans, the hours spent putting together shelves and tiling the floors, all of it helped Liam sharpen his mind and focus on how to tackle the next task.

Intelligence. A task that Liam would have loved to take onto himself, but couldn’t. And neither could Killian, which left only one possible candidate.

“You want me to do what?” LJ didn’t sound pleased and shoved a couple of boxes onto the transportation belt with a little more force than was necessary, almost hitting Henry with one of them. The kid gave LJ the finger as he spat a string of expletives, and it all looked poised to about to come to blows before Killian quickly pulled Henry aside, whispering something in his ear before coming back to his brothers.

Liam arched an eyebrow as he consulted the list he and Killian had put together, but Killian’s only response was a tight, barely there shake of his head. Liam turned back to his youngest brother. “We need those codes, LJ. And there is only one person who has them all.”

LJ clenched his jaw, his eyes going from Liam to Killian. “All you want me to do is watch Gold? That is the part I get to play in all of this?” His tone carried more than a hint of annoyance as his eyes narrowed.

“You have to learn the ropes, baby brother,” Liam tried to explain, but clearly his words were not what LJ was expecting to hear and they only seemed to anger his brother more. He didn’t understand, Killian had never been bothered by his teasing.

“For now,” Killian interjected, reaching a hand out to clasp his shoulder. “There’s a lot more that you’ll do, but none of that will matter if we don’t get those codes. You’re invisible, unremarkable.”

LJ grimaced. “A no one, you mean.”

Killian just shook his head. “I didn’t mean it that way and you know it. You are going use this to your advantage in the same way you picked pockets on the Chicago L. You know you can do this. We need you to do this… Gold would recognize either me or Liam tailing him. But not you.”

“What is it with the two of you and Gold?” LJ crossed his arms, his eyes darting back and forth between them, cocking an eyebrow and waiting for an explanation.

“A tale for another day, perhaps,” Liam interrupted. “Trust me, the less you know, the better for you.”

LJ didn’t seem convinced, picking a fleck of lint from his jacket and scowling for a few minutes. But eventually, he took off to the casino in plain jeans, a grey t-shirt and a battered hoodie, a baseball cap on his back pocket.

Transport was possibly the easiest of them all. All it took was the combination of Nemo’s and Poseidon’s charm and threatening looks for them to secure several vans at an incredibly reasonable price.

After that, it was time to suit up Poseidon for his role. Since he and Nemo were used to doing things with a fair bit of style, they opted out of a trip to the department store. Instead, they had a tailor come to Nemo’s house to fit Poseidon for his new wardrobe.

From the back of the room, Killian and Liam watched as the tailor fitted Poseidon for a navy-blue suit, while Nemo stepped in to request several details for the lapels and vents and reviewed the available cufflink options.

Killian ran a hand over the tattoo covering his scars, a sign that he was clearly nervous. “Do you think he’s ready?”

“Only one way to find out,” Liam took a deep breath and made his way to where Nemo and Poseidon were still discussing fabrics.

“Poseidon,” he called, his face devoid of any emotion. He loved the man, he really did, but this was business and he needed to know. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

Poseidon stilled, his eyes moving from Nemo to Killian to Liam, before he plucked a fleck of lint from his suit. “Listen to me, William, because I will only say this once. I didn’t do anything when I found you with my daughter under my own roof when the two of you were barely seventeen, but question me again and you will not live to see another day.”

“Seriously, Liam, is this how you treat our guests? Our esteemed friend?” Nemo asked, his face the picture of disappointment. “I’ve taught both of you better than this. Now go keep an eye on your younger brother and leave us to work in peace. We don’t need you as our babysitters.”

Well, it seemed the man was as ready as he’ll ever be, and Nemo was back to his old self. From the corner of his eye, he watched Killian cover a laugh before they both took off.

Forty-eight hours later, Isaiah Hamid made his entrance into the Baelfire, walking in as if he owned the place, his bodyguard and personal assistant in tow. The latter’s green pencil skirt and black blouse projected the image of professionalism, as she brandished a clipboard while her stilettos tapped out a staccato beat against the floor. From behind a pillar, Liam and Killian watched as Ariel manhandled and bossed everyone around until she got Poseidon checked into one of the best suites of the hotel and caused enough noise to stir the attention of the floor manager.

Gold would soon know that a new high roller had entered his casino.

Liam relaxed his shoulders and released some of the tension he’d been holding onto from the moment he found Killian and started to set this plan in motion. They’ve now rolled the dice, the cards had been dealt, and the ball was rolling on the roulette wheel. The game had started.

He could now focus on the real task at hand.

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He met Ursula at one of the few corners on the floor they knew the cameras didn’t cover. The casino was right in the middle of guard rotations, and her eyes darted back and forth as she paid careful attention to their movements.

“I can’t stay long, otherwise it will raise suspicions.” She leaned into him. “Room A2345. It’s one of the penthouses. You’ll need this to activate the elevator.” She slid an access card into his jacket pocket. “Little to no security after that.”

Liam pocketed the card and flashed her a smile. “Thank you.”

“They’ve already dined. He’s working the floors and the high rollers, and she’s already retired to her room. He won’t join her tonight. It’s a Tuesday; he stays up late reviewing the books and sleeps in his own penthouse.”

He had been counting on that, it would give him the time he needed. “I better get going. The guards will be back any minute.”

She squeezed his arm, her concern clear in her eyes. “Liam, you’re playing with fire.”

“I know, but this is something I have to do.”

She smiled ruefully. “I know, just be careful.”

He nodded before making his way to the elevator, feigning nonchalance while he carefully monitored the activity around him. It was only when he was finally alone on the elevator that he began to relax again. But the feeling was fleeting, the tension creeping back into his shoulders as he stepped out onto the foyer. The space screamed luxury, with the black lacquered floors partially covered by geometrical themed rugs and a black and white side table that hosted a green vase with fresh white calla lilies. With his heart beating frantically in his chest, Liam took two steps towards the glass paneled door that would lead him into the actual penthouse. It didn’t have a lock and it served more as a decoration than anything else. With a final deep breath, he simply pulled into the door and entered the room.

It took him a moment to find her, but when he did -standing by the long windows that showed an amazing view of the city he called his home -, she looked as beautiful as he’d remembered her. Her dark hair was down and falling in soft waves around her shoulders and she wore flannel shorts and a white shirt.

He knew that shirt.

He smiled as he closed the door, making sure to not turn the handle so that the soft click was audible. Belle turned at the sound, and her eyes widened in surprise.

“Liam?” Belle all but choked as she took two steps in his direction before she stopped. “What are you doing here?”

“Did you miss me?” He shrugged, curling his mouth up into the smirk he knew used to drive her right into his arms.

Only it didn’t this time. She crossed her arms across her chest. “Get out before I call security.”

“It would land me back in jail for violation of parole. You wouldn’t do that to me.”

She averted her eyes, turning her head to the side. “Don’t be so sure…” she mumbled the words, her lips twisting to the side in a way he’d always found endearing. She was pissed off at him, and reasonably so.

“Belle.” He took a few steps her way, his fingers aching to touch her. “I came for you.”

She scoffed, backing up and twisting her elbow to the side to avoid his touch, her arms resting to her side. “You came for money. You’re probably already planning something with Killian, if you’ve been able to pull him away from his self-imposed misery in L.A., that is.”

“You’ve kept tabs on my brother?” Liam paused. Killian hadn’t mentioned Belle since they met up again, and he hadn’t wanted to tip his brother off that he knew about her whereabouts.

“Someone had to make sure he wasn’t going to fall apart,” she crossed her arms against her chest, leveling down her eyes at him, a hint of accusation in her voice that struck deep in him. “He doesn’t know. Nobody knows.”

Liam swallowed. “Thank you.”

“I didn’t do it for you,” she started and he cocked an eyebrow at her. “Well, not just for you.” She sighed fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “Liam, it’s late and you being here is highly inappropriate. Whatever it is that you’re here for, you and I both know it’s more about the thrill of the heist than anything to do with me.”

He fought against the ache her words provoked, masking his wince. “That’s not true and you know it. You wouldn’t be wearing my shirt if not.”

“Fine. You want your shirt back?” She slipped her arms through the sleeves, and tugged at the hem and pulled the shift over her head, tossing it at him when she was done. “It’s all yours.”

The shirt hit him square in the face and landed on the floor, because it was all he could do to not drop his jaw at the sight in front of him - her blue lace bra, the miles of ivory skin he’d missed so much, the start of a smile that quirked at the corner of her mouth. His blood heated and before he knew what he was doing, he��d reached for her hand, interlacing his fingers with her.

“You deserve better than Gold, Belle. He’s not a good man.”

She took a step towards him, her eyes flashing with defiance. “And you are?”

He lifted his free hand to trace along her cheek. “You’re right. I’m a con man, a thief and a liar… but I love you.”

Her eyes filled with tears and he wanted to dry every single one of them with his lips. “Damn you, Liam.” She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him to her, crashing her lips into his.

Time stopped. His brain lost all ability think about anything but how her mouth moved against his, her lips parting and her tongue darting out to lick his lip. He was a goner. Same as he’d been from the first time she’d let him kiss her, he was done for. His hands rested possessively on her hips and he pulled her to him, dragging their bodies flush against one another from chest to knees. She still fit against him perfectly, her curves molding to his hard edges, her hips falling into place as she slowly ground against him.

Groaning, he moved his hands towards her ass, his fingers toying with the elastic band of her shorts and moving underneath the flannel to caress her. Belle moaned against his mouth, trailing kisses down his jaw, threading her fingers in his hair, and hooking her leg around his hip. He felt the painstakingly beautiful ache of rutting against her core, the fabric adding some extra friction that made him feel like they were twenty-two again, stealing kisses and groping one another in the backseat of his car.

Without hesitation, he scooped her into his arms and carried her into the suite’s bedroom. A massive, king-size bed sat in the middle of the room, the moonlight reflecting along the sheets. Carefully, he placed Belle on the bed, moving himself to hover over her, kissing her fiercely and reaching to unclasp her bra as she unbuttoned his shirt.

Yes, Liam was going to fuck his own wife in Gold’s hotel room, over the man’s expensive sheets and designer bed frames. He couldn’t begin to give a bloody damn about it. He’d been dreaming about this, aching to be with her again. It’d been two long years in a jail cell with nothing but his hand and the memory of her scent.

He finally removed her shorts and underwear and reached to place a lingering kiss on her inner thigh. The familiar sounds she made felt like being home again, when it was just the two of them, recently married and locked in their bedroom for an entire rainy weekend. Desperate to hear her moan again, he reached to lick her, his fingers stroking her the way he knew she liked. She arched her back and her hips met his movements, gasping, her thighs squeezing his head as she came against his mouth.

She reached for him, fisting his hair and pulling him up for a kiss. In a haze of lust, she’d unzipped his pants and removed his cock from his briefs, stroking and positioning him against her entrance. He slid in with a swift thrust, groaning at her tight heat. He wasn’t going to last long and he knew it, not after this long apart. He moved slowly, savoring each moment until it became too much and he set to increase the pace, reaching to stroke her so she’d fall with him.

Spent, sated, and still almost fully dressed, he rested his forehead against hers, careful not to crush her under his weight.

“I’ve missed you, doll.”

"I'm still angry at you Liam." Her voice quivered and he pulled away to level his eyes with hers.

"You have a fun way of showing it."

She pulled away, reaching for her clothes. “This… this was a goodbye. Closure.”

“Belle, please, give me a chance to explain.”

“It’s too late. I’m with someone else now.” She stood at the edge of the bed, her eyes not meeting his. “You should leave.”

He put his clothes in order and ran a hand through his hair, fighting the urge to reach for her again. “I will, for now. But it’s not over between you and me. And you know it.”

He couldn’t stand her not meeting his eyes. It cut him to his core and his heart was in shambles as he quickly made to exit her room. He shook his head as he pulled the door to her suite closed. This was not how things would end between them. No matter what it took, he was going to win Belle back.

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“I don’t need a babysitter, you know?” LJ all but spat the words, speaking out of the corner of his mouth. He was lurking in the casino’s ground floor, and for the third consecutive day, Killian had shown up to stand by his side.

Killian sighed as he played with his cufflinks. “Would you believe me if I told you that I’m only here for the air conditioning? I swear, the heat out there is unbearable.”

LJ shot him a look. “Nemo has better AC than this place. Plus a pool with a shaded patio.”

He smirked and avoided his brother’s eyes. What could he say? He wasn’t keeping tabs on the kid, not in the strictest sense. It wasn’t like he didn’t think LJ could do the job, he knew he could. He’d been superb at it. It was just… Killian liked his younger brother. A lot. He simply wanted to know more about LJ’s life. For instance, if there were any special girls he needed counsel about. Or what about if he was considering investing his money in any endeavors and perhaps Killian could point out a few places, something safe that wouldn’t ask too many questions.

Killian simply wanted to be part of his brother’s life. He just didn’t know how to tell him that, blurting it out before he could think better of it.

“Would you believe that I want to spend time with you?” Gods, the vulnerability in his own voice made him cringe but there it was now, all out on the table, no chance to take the words back. Surprised at his own nervousness, he met his brother’s widened eyes and held his stare.

Finally, LJ swallowed and gave Killian a hint of a smile. “I’ve been talking to Nemo. He has some interesting stories about you and Liam.”

There it was, the tiniest of offerings, and Killian was going to take it. “I can only imagine what tales he’s been weaving. Don’t believe a word of what he said.”

“So he didn’t take you in off the streets?” LJ cocked an eyebrow at him, his eyes flashing daringly.

Killian swallowed, running a hand across the back of his neck in an attempt to hide his embarrassment. “That he did. When he found us, we were nothing but two street rats, surviving off of petty thefts and food scraps. He caught us trying to play a con on him - I was supposed to be distracting him in order to give Liam the opportunity to pilfer his wallet. He took one look at us and I thought ‘this is it, this is where we end up caught and put in the system. This is where we end up separated.’ But he only motioned for us to follow him. He bought dinner and rented a hotel room for us. Then he gave us some cash, telling us to get some clothes and get out arses to school.” The memories of those days were painful, the dread and fear of having the police find them, the hesitation about whether or not they could trust Nemo. He seemed like a good man, but Liam and Killian had seen a lot in their short lifespan and knew enough to know that you should always beware of nice strangers. “It took a lot of coaxing on his part to get us to trust him, and when we finally did, when Liam let his guard down and let Nemo take us to his home, it was as if we’d been given a second chance.”

“Or a first.”

There was such sadness in LJ’s voice that it broke Killian’s heart.

“We didn’t know about you, LJ. If we had, believe me, we would have come for you.”

“You think Nemo would have taken me in?” The tinge of hope in his voice all but made Killian want to pull him into a hug in the middle of that casino, promising his brother that he’d never be alone again. But they were not lads, they were men on a mission, and he knew LJ wouldn’t appreciate his cover being blown by an overeager half-brother.

“In a heartbeat.” Killian’s eyes scanned the casino, giving him and LJ some time to check themselves. People came and went around them, their emotions clear on their faces and in their movements as they passed - some had won, some had lost, some of them were drunkenly making out, while others were clearly partaking in illicit affairs. Las Vegas had it all, and for such a long time he had watched things like this and more take place on the floor of another casino floor, one that had been the closest he’d had to a home.

Until Gold had taken it all away from the man who Killian would give his life for.

“I have to thank you,” Killian said, his eyes coming back to LJ’s.

His brother furrowed his brows. “Thank me? For what? I haven’t done much to help anyone around here.”

“Nemo is fond of you. Somehow having you around and having the chance to relive stories of the past have lifted his spirits. He’s been more himself than he has been in the past eight months.”

“Since Gold tore down his casino.”

“Aye.”

“Is that why you’re going after Gold?”

Killian knew that Liam didn’t want LJ to know the truth, but he could at least tell the lad pieces of it. “Part of it, aye. The Nautilus was Nemo’s pride and joy and the way Gold tricked, lied, and plotted to strip it from him… it was bad form.”

“Agreed.” The throaty hitch in his brother’s voice hinted at a fierce need of revenge all its own. Killian almost had to wonder about that. “But you guys picked one hell of a target. He’s smart, ruthless, cunning, and most of all, vengeful. If he finds out about this, he’ll go after you and everyone you know. No one will be safe.”

Killian winced, playing his fingers along the scars on his left arm, his memories haunting him. LJ’s eyes widened, and Killian knew he was putting two and two together.

“But you already know this, don’t you? Nemo is…”

“Nemo is the last in a long list of very well-devised revenge plots that Gold has executed, yes.” Killian lifted his hand before LJ could ask. “And I don’t want to talk more about it, little brother. At least not right now.”

For a moment, he thought LJ would argue and demand to know all the painful details that Killian didn’t want to relive. But to his surprise, he dropped the subject and refocused himself to the task at hand.

“Then we need to be smarter than he is. It won’t be easy, the guy doesn't miss a step. He’s always where he’s supposed to be, never lets his guard down. There is nothing that happens in this casino that he doesn’t know about. Getting him out of his very well-crafted and well-worn loop is going to be hard.”

LJ paused as he turned his attention to the floor once again and a small smile came to his lips. “But maybe I just I found the loophole Smee was looking for.”

Killian tilted his head and gave his brother a proud smile. “I’m listening.”

“There is extra security planned for the match night, but Gold has kept the details very much under wraps. Word is that he is bringing in someone unknown, someone who is cutting a deal with him not just for money, but for a favor. This person seems to be desperate for something only Gold can give, and willing to do anything to get it.” LJ craned his neck to the side, nodding his head imperceptibly towards the other side of the floor. “It took me a while, but I was able to finally track her down. She’s almost invisible, a shadow, which is funny because she’s so beautiful that it is a miracle she goes unnoticed.”

“A woman?” Killian turned his eyes into the direction LJ had indicated and scanned the room.

“10 o’clock. Blonde hair, red leather jacket-”

LJ kept talking, but Killian had stopped listening, his heart skipping two beats and his blood running cold. Everything around him froze and the room went silent. All he could see was the woman who had plagued his dreams for the last few years. The one woman who had once had him considering spending more than just a few nights and days with. The woman he had had to screw over and leave alone in the middle of the night in order to save himself from a jail sentence.

The woman who had forever changed - forever ruined - Tuscany for him.

LJ’s voice played in his ear like a muffled dream. “Her name is-”

“Emma Swan,” he whispered. And it like her name falling from his lips called her to him, because at that moment she started to turn her head towards him. Quickly, Killian pivoted on his heels and stepped behind a column.

“You know her?” LJ asked.

“Aye.”

“Can we use her?”

“Not if I want to make it out of this with all my appendages intact.” Clearing his throat, he risked a glance Emma’s way. She was gone. Killian sighed in relief and met LJ’s inquisitive eyes. “Listen, do not tell anyone about this. Not yet. I need some time to think.”

LJ hesitated, and Killian pressed on desperately, “Please, brother.”

“Fine.” LJ sighed. “But I’m giving you just two days. After that, I’m telling the others.”

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He shouldn’t be here. He knew it. LJ knew it. Pretty much everyone else would have said the same if they knew where he was. But alas, Killian Jones was a sucker for punishment.

The moment he found out about Emma’s involvement with Gold he couldn’t help but become her second shadow. Something his little brother was all too eager to point out each time he found Killian lounging inconspicuously in the casino lobby.

“You know, you keep claiming that she’d gut you alive if she finds you, and yet here you are, watching her every move.”

“She’s a key player in the casino’s security, we need to know her every move.” Killian ran a hand across the back of his neck, feeling the slick sweat that had gathered there on his walk over to the casino. The day had been particularly humid, and he hated it. While the casino’s artificial lights and smoke-filled air might be overbearing, at least it had a killer refrigeration. He’d take comfort in that minor detail.

“I thought that was why I was here, withering under these terrible lights and lack of fresh air,” LJ pointed out, his eyes scanning the casino as if it were a dungeon.

Well, LJ clearly had the Jones flair for dramatics. Killian ignored him, once again turning his attention back to the floor, searching for any sign of Emma. She’d been by the casino each of the last two days, locked up in one of Gold’s private rooms doing gods-knew-what. He needed to know what she was doing. What was she in charge of securing? What secrets was Gold looking to protect?

“Are you going to tell me what your deal is with her?” LJ kept his tone professional, but there was no mistaking the clench of his jaw or the way he studiously avoided Killian’s eyes. Killian knew he needed to tell him, that it was important that his brother understood he belonged here and that Killian trusted him.

“Have you heard anything about my Tuscany - er - situation?”

“You mean when you hooked up with the bounty hunter who was sent after you, and you had to escape your room while half naked in the middle of the night?”

He winced, closing his eyes for a brief moment. Of course people would have felt the need to embellish the tale a little. He would have done the same after all. “I wasn’t half naked and it was not in the middle of the night, but yes, that might be a decent summary.”

LJ’s eyes widened as he finally put two and two together. “No way! Emma Swan was that bounty hunter?”

He finally spotted her and he shifted so she wouldn’t catch a glimpse of him, but he continued to track her every moment. She’d swapped the red leather jacket for a grey sweater, her hair in a high ponytail that left a few tendrils falling along her cheeks. Her jeans molded to her legs, reminding him of how well acquainted he’d once been with each of their curves. He moved instinctively towards her, almost blowing his cover before LJ darted out a hand to stop him.

“Are you fucking suicidal, Killian?”

Killian frowned. “Only when it comes to her.”

He didn’t know what he was thinking. He’d come here to lay low, let his latest hiccup blow over and he then could come out of hiding and be left in peace. Not for the first time, he’d wondered about his streak of bad luck.

He couldn’t fool himself anymore about whether or not someone was out to get him. He scratched along his scars absentmindedly. The tattoos he’d just gotten were a good cover for the worst of the scarring, and he was glad that he’d gotten them. Granted, they now meant he had a traceable mark about him, but he’d learn to work around that.

Killian finished off his beer in two gulps and ordered another one, his mind still retracing each step from his last heist, focused on figuring out what exactly went wrong. Nothing stood out, which only left one possibility - he’d been sold out.

And he knew exactly who had enough money, power, and interest in seeing him brought down.

Suddenly, though, all his worries faded as his attention was pulled to the woman who had. walked into the little trattoria. She was breathtaking, all blonde hair and green eyes. And her legs, miles of them packed in tight jeans that caused his fingers to itch in want. But it was the no-nonsense attitude in her movements that had his skin warming and his body reminding him he was flesh - heated flesh - after all.

He wanted her.

Knowing he probably shouldn’t, he approached her anyway. She didn’t buy half of his lines - and he liked her all the more for it - but finally he won her over. Better said, she conquered him, making him fall head over heels in lust - and then something more - with her. The nights they had together had been passionate, the meeting of their heated bodies reaching one mindblowing orgasm after another, but it was their days that he’d treasure in his memory forever. The Tuscan sun shining on her hair, bringing a delicious tan to her skin, her straw hat failing to prevent a million freckles from showing up across her cheeks. Their lazy afternoons under the shade of a tree, eating cheese, fruits, and cured meats washed down with wine. It was as if they were the leads of a romantic movie in which there was no conflict, and no worries. He’d been so unguarded with her. He hadn’t felt the need to lie about his name. His trade had remained a secret, he’d left it at a vague claim of being a businessman and though she eyed him suspiciously, she’d been vague about her job as well.

It all suited him just fine, because as much as he wanted more with her, it clearly couldn’t be at the moment, not when he still had to deal with the aftermath of his failed heist and the bounty hunters he knew they were sending his way. He wouldn’t drag her into it, or worse, make a target out of her.

He knew their time was limited, and he set out to make the best of it, living each moment to the fullest and giving himself to her as much as he could. He was the body she took pleasure in, the shoulder she’d cried on about her difficult life, and the chest into which she whispered her need to uncover a secret from her past.

What he didn’t know, not until that damn envelope arrived at the room, was that for all that he’d been looking to cover his back, he hadn’t seen what was right in front of him.

His picture, his profile, his name were in that envelope. She was the bounty hunter and he was her prey.

As he quickly gathered his belongings and prepared himself to run, he still had wished he could stay. But even if he turned himself in, he knew she’d never believed he didn’t know who she was from the start. She would never believe that he hadn’t been taking her for a fool…

So Killian Jones walked away, leaving his heart behind with her in that hotel room.

He’d been so caught up in his memories - the same ones he used to relive every night and now was reliving every minute - that he hadn’t realized that he lost sight of her.

“Bloody hell.” Ignoring LJ’s objections, Killian quickly made his way towards the last place he’d seen Emma, his eyes scanning everywhere for her.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Ursula’s confused look before she quickly masked her features. He could also see Ariel and Eric together, tracking down exit routes and calculating time.

Everyone was where they needed to be, doing what they needed to be doing. Everyone, that was, but him. He should be back in the warehouse building that blasted vault copy, and yet here he was looking for her.

Killian knew he had to walk away, that blowing his cover and having Emma spot him would have terrible consequences, and yet he still was looking for her. Desperate, he made his way to the back of the lobby, heading towards the exit that connected most closely to the back alley.

That’s when he felt a hand grabbing his shirt and pulled him towards a narrow corridor hidden at the very end of the building. His head hit the wall, his eyes closing at the impact and he felt the cold edge of a blade slide along his throat.

“Looking for me, Jones?” He opened his eyes to find Emma Swan’s green eyes glaring back at him.

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