#yes i will get to the heist au i promise

[ilgaksu]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 盗墓笔记 - 南派三叔 | The Grave Robbers' Chronicles - Xu Lei Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hei Xia Zi/Xie Yuchen Characters: Hei Xia Zi (DMBJ Series), Wu Xie (DMBJ Series), Xie Yuchen Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Trans Xie Yuchen, Alternate Universe - 1930s Shanghai, Detective L AU Summary:

People remember seeing me, Wu Xie. I am a distinctive character.”

“That,” Wu Xie replies, “is one way of phrasing it.”

(An AU based off Detective L, where Hei Xiazi is a forensic examiner, Wu Xie a police detective, and Xie Yuchen the owner of a few small businesses.)

[starlooove]

Making my vs siblings? More likely than u think

[delulu-with-wandanat]

Mockingbird

Reader Description: He/him, adult, early 30s.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Male!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, angst?

(Now now, i know i put out a poll. BUT i started writing this and... oh well enjoy :> I promise the next one will be a lighthearted Wandanat HS au eeekkk!!!!!)

Summary: America Chavez gave Wanda what she wanted, Wanda sees the love of her life again from another universe. However, her lover's variant already build a life without her...

Y/n sits on the sofa with a huff and turned on the TV to watch whatever was available on Netflix, "What a day..." he said to himself. He loved his new job, but of course like any other person he just needed some time alone.

He scrolled to the various crappy movies and series that he hadn't watch. Deciding that he just wanted something light, he put on a sitcom that he watched many times with his late wife a few years ago. It felt weird not watching it with her even until now, but he remembered how much his wife loved re-watching the sitcom over and over to the point where she could recite every single episode by heart.

Y/n smiled at the memory, when the two used to binge watch Brooklyn 99 at the common room of the compound. Wanda even got to the point where she hosted a 'Halloween Heist', but it ultimately stopped after two heist when Natasha won in less than 10 minutes, yes both heist. Honestly they should've known better than to have those kind of heist games with a well renowned international spy.

At least they still have a few rounds of 'Jimmy Jabs' games.

Except they dialed the extremeness to a 10 considering they were the Avengers. We don't have to get into details, but due to the techs that they have and the powers they own, things get very interesting quite quickly.

Well almost everything in his life was interesting, I mean he's surrounded by gods, witches, spies. Not a single day in his life was ordinary...

Including today, when a portal in the shape of a star appeared out of nowhere right in front of him. The portal it self did not shock him in the slightest. What did shock him though was the fact that the love of his life, his wife, his soulmate who died years ago, was now standing right in front of him in the flesh.

Y/n was speechless. Ever more so, the fact that Wanda was choking what it looks like no more than 14 year old girl. "Wanda, what are you doing?!"

"Y/n..." Wanda breathed out, her grip on the girl loosen. The 14 year old girl then fell to the gasping for air. "I- I didn't..."

Y/n stood up from the couch, he couldn't move. His dead wife was alive right before his eyes, either she had rise from the dead or... well, there was only one other possibility.

She was from another universe.

No doubt in his mind that she was. In Y/n's universe, they knew the existence of the multiverse. "I just wanted to see you again." Wanda said with teary eyes.

Being a former SHIELD agent, he was quick to piece the puzzle together. This Wanda must be from a Universe where he had died. He tried to stay calm for her, even though inside, seeing Wanda again brought back so many memories. Happy ones, but most notably the painful one.

Particularly, a memory of the day he lost her.

Wanda noticed that Y/n had been silent the whole time, she hung her head in shame. "I'm a monster..."

Y/n's heart broke at her words. "No... Lyubov, don't say that." He approached her slowly and gently lifted her chin so her eyes meets his.

Gazing into the eyes of the woman he loves that died years ago was something that would never have crossed his mind. It took every, by that I mean EVERYTHING in his power to not breakdown right in front of her.

Little did he know Wanda felt the same, however the difference was her wound was still fresh. Staring into his beautiful eyes again, it broke her. Wanda broke down and pulled him into a hug, taking in everything she could.

His scent, his warmth, his comfort.

She cried on to his shoulders, and Y/n simply held her. It felt good, really good. To be in his arms again. To have Y/n hold her like he used too.

“I miss you, so much." She told him between sobs.

"I miss you too." Y/n responded. Wanda pulled back and rested her forehead against his with her eyes closed. The two stayed like that for a little while, yet the question still lingers in Y/n's mind. Why was Wanda choking an innocent little girl?

It seems like his mind is louder than he thought as Wanda answered the question. "I... When you died, I couldn't- I couldn't move on." She told him hesitantly as she opened her eyes. Fear and guilt painted over her face as she thought of the potential reactions she would get from Y/n.

He glanced at the 14 year old girl behind her, Wanda noticed the way his eyes shifted. She felt the need to explain herself, he deserved to know the truth. To know the extent she went just to be with her lover again.

"I... I chased down, America Chavez. She was the key..." He shifted his eyes back to hers. Key?? "I tried to-" The words got stuck in her throat. "I tried to kill her..." She cried, hanging her head in shame. Y/n's eyes widen at her words.

Wanda... a killer? How bad was her universe treating her to the point where she goes to that extent??

An embrace, was the last thing Wanda had expected to receive from him. She expected a look of disappointment, shame, anger, yet all he did was simply pulled her into a hug.

"I understand."

That was when Wanda started crying against his chest. He was taller, so he kissed the top of her head lovingly. With her ears pressed against his chest, she could listen to his heartbeat. It was the calmest sound she hasn't heard in a while.

"I... I lost you, In my universe. I understand how you feel." Y/n remembered the day Wanda sacrificed herself for the soul stone. After the battle he begged, begged the Avengers to use the stones to bring her back. To have her in his arms again. To hold her...

Wanda felt his emotions. Anger, sadness, grief, Wanda felt it all as memory of her own death came back flooding his mind like a tidal wave. She held him tighter, knowing that he needed this just as much as she does. After a long while, they pulled back resting their foreheads against each other. Both with tears streaming down their eyes.

Wanda cupped his face, she felt Y/n leaning to her touch. When they gazed into each other once again, Wanda, without a second thought, pulled him down for a kiss.

Y/n reciprocated just as quick. Wanting to feel her soft lips after 4 long years. He missed it. Her soft touches, the taste of her lips, her beautiful voice. He missed her so dearly.

Wanda wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. Holding onto his figure almost desperately. They held onto each other as they poured all the love they couldn't express with words through their actions.

After a long while, Wanda broke the kiss. "Let's not leave each other again."

Y/n clenched his jaw, he moved his hand from her waist to her face, caressing it. "I want that, more than anything..."

Wanda smiled, a genuine smile that she haven't had for the longest time. Yet... she noticed a hint of hesitation on Y/n's part. "What is it, love?"

He had to tell her, but he didn't know how. Y/n could tell she was broken, broken beyond repair that she goes to this extent. He doesn't know how to break the news to her. "Wands... I want you back, more than anything."

Slowly her smile fades. God he wishes he could bring it back.

"But... you can't stay here..."

That shattered Wanda's heart, "W-why?" Did he not love her just as much? He was a variant of her lover yes, but surely they would share the same love. Did he find someone else?? "What makes you say that?" She asked, from the tone of her voice Y/n could tell his words broke her heart.

"You can't... stay in my universe. And I can't- I can't stay in yours."

"W-why?"

"It would cause an incursion. It will destroy my universe and maybe even yours. I can't let that happen, Wands. I'm sorry." He told her gently while caressing her cheeks.

Her eyes started to pool again as she leaned to his touch. "Why... Why does it have to be like this- Why is the universe to cruel..."

Y/n wanted so badly to erase her sadness, her grief, to see her beautiful smile again. "If I was as powerful as you, I would've ventured across the multiverse for you. But, I'm just a human. The only thing I could do was... move on."

Move on

The word echoes in her head. Y/n had moved on. She looked at him in disbelief. "Move on?" Wanda breathed out.

Y/n clenched his jaw again, "Move on isn't the right word. You will always have a special place in my heart, but... I couldn't stay like that forever. I'm sorry, Wanda." He remembered the countless times he almost took his life, just to be with her again.

Wanda was... angry? Sad, heartbroken, deep down she understood. If she had died, she would've wanted him to live on. The same way her Y/n told her too. Yet part of her was still corrupted. How can he move on so quickly when she would destroy everything just to be with him again?

Anger was boiling inside her, before she could ask any further, they heard a little girl's voice. "Daddy?" Wanda was shocked to her core. Y/n... has a daughter.

Y/n quickly wiped his tears and turned around to face the 4 year old girl. "Heyy pumpkin." The little girl ran over to her father as he bent down to pick her up. "What are you doing up this late huh?" He asked her.

"Bad dream..." The little girl said while rubbing her eyes, yet it was clear she was still sleepy. Y/n turn to face Wanda with a gentle smile as he held his daughter.

Wanda was speechless, the sight... warmed her shattered heart. She was happy for him, but devastated that he had built a life... without her. The thought of Y/n having a kid, a family with someone else felt like a stab in her heart.

"Who's that?" The little girl asked, pointing at Wanda who was standing a few centimeters away from them with her hand on her chest. Trying so hard not to burst into tears.

Shit... how should he say this. "Honey, this is..." He wanted his daughter to know. But, she was too young. "...a very dear friend of mine. She has magical powers and came to visit me."

'Dear friend', so Wanda truly is out of his life.

The little girl waved at Wanda. "Hello!"

"Hi..." Wanda whispered. She wanted to hold the little girl. Wanda felt some sort of connection with her that she couldn't quite pin. It seems like the little girl felt the same as she leaned towards Wanda with grabby hands. Y/n took a few steps closer to Wanda, slowly.

"I think she wants to be held by you." Y/n said, looking at his daughter lovingly.

"May I?" Wanda asked, glancing at him. He nodded and gently moved his daughter onto Wanda's arms. The first thing the little girl did was reach up to touch her crown while giggling. “Oh-“

The action caused Wanda to laugh a little too. His daughter is beautiful. She definitely has her father’s hair. But her facial features probably leaned more towards her mother, whoever it is. Probably someone she knew as the little girl looked so... familiar.

“Magic?” The little girl asked.

Wanda smiled gently as she hovered her hand in front of the little girl. She projected a tiny rabbit that hopped around her hand, causing the little girl to giggle while clapping her hand. The bunny hopped around the little girl as well before disappearing into a red mist.

Unbeknownst to Wanda, Y/n doing everything in his powers not to break down at the sight before him. “Are you friends with my mama?

Wanda didn’t know how to answer that. “Um…”

“My daddy says my mama has magic powers, like you!” The little girl explained.

“Has your Mama talked about me?” Wanda asked, trying to keep her voice steady. The only other person who she know was a witch is Agatha.

"No..." The little girl said sadly. "Dad says she's somewhere up there." She pointed at the ceiling, Wanda understood what she meant. "He said we'll visit her one day!"

"Oh... I see." Well, what was she supposed to say. The little girl then played with her crown again, and Wanda lets her. Loving smile plastered on her face. It seems like the little girl was studying her face as well??

"You look a little bit like her?" Y/n's daughter blurted out. Could it be? No it can't be. "My mama had brown hair though, yours is red."

Deciding she didn't want to get her hopes up, she asked the girl a question. Hoping to steer the subject. "What's your name?"

"Wanda." The little girl answered, she was too pre occupied with Wanda's crown to notice the shift in Wanda's expression. "My daddy says my mama has the same name too." The little girl added.

Oh... It all makes sense now. The connection she felt toward the little girl.

Wanda finally glanced at Y/n who had a sorrow look plastered across his face. That was when she finally noticed the difference, this Y/n indeed looked much much older than the one from her universe. Her heart stammering in her chest. This wasn't just Y/n's daughter... It's their's.

Y/n approached the two of them, they didn't know how long time had passed. Probably a while, as little Wanda had decided to nestle on the crook of her mother's neck with her eyes closed. Wanda searched Y/n's eyes for explanation.

"You-" He corrected himself, "Her mother, had complications with pregnancy." He explained while tucking a hair behind his daughter's ear, watching her sleeping form with a small smile. "So, Tony made us an artificial womb to carry this little devil."

Wanda looked at his- her daughter's sleeping form. It felt surreal.

"But uh..." His voice cracked slightly, "Wanda and I got sent on a mission, to bring everyone back from the snap. We won... but I lost her." It was clear that the memory brought so much pain to him. "Not long after that this little bug was born. Wanda... never got to meet her. So I named her after her mother."

No wonder the girl looked familiar, she had took on most of Wanda's facial feature. Her nose, her face structure, but most notably her eyes. She looked exactly like how she was when she was younger.

"I would never forget you, Wanda." He whispered so only she could hear. Wanda glanced at Y/n who had tears in his eyes.

Wanda was at lost for words, the only thing she could came up with was. "She has your hair."

Y/n chuckles, "Yeah... that's kind of the only thing she got from me." He had a longing look as he stared at little Wanda holding onto her mother. A sight he wished he could've seen with his Wanda, but she was taken away from him before she could ever meet her own daughter. "I was lost for days, but then when she was born I-" He stopped himself, trying to find the right words. "I had to be strong, for her sake."

Y/n slowly wrap his arms around the two of them, the sight of the family was perfect. America, who had been watching their whole conversation was touched by the image. To see the contrast of how Wanda used her powers in front of her daughter. How tender she was, the power that caused so much chaos to be used in such a gentle way. It reminds her a little bit of her own mothers.

"If she wasn't here I-" Y/n's words got stuck in his throat, "I think I would've..." Yet Wanda knew what he meant, her heart shattered for him.

"Y/n..." Wanda closed the distance and rested their foreheads once more with their daughter sleeping soundly on her shoulder.

They stayed there for a few minutes, just enjoying the warmth from each other. Wanting so badly to be the perfect family that they could've been if the universe wasn't so cruel. Another thought creeped into his mind, how was he supposed to explain this to their daughter when she remembers?

Surely it was probably because of sleepiness that she couldn't properly remember her mother's face. But she has seen multiple pictures of her mother, how was he supposed to explain that this Wanda was a variant.

His thoughts was so loud that Wanda could hear it clearly. "It's ok." She said, giving him a reassuring smile. Wanda raised her hand slowly, little red mist emitting from the tip of her fingers. She tapped their daughter's temple ever so gently. Causing little Wanda to nestle further into her neck with a faint smile.

"Rest your head and go to sleep, little one. When you wake up, this will all just be a dream." Wanda whispered.

ᗢ

"Hey, pumpkin. Time to wake up." Wanda Y/l/n, slowly opened her eyes. She yawned and stretched her arms. Her father was smiling softly at her, she sat up on her bed and rubbed her eyes.

"I had a dream..." The little girl told her father. Unknown to her, Y/n tensed slightly.

"Was was it about?" He asked.

"Mama came to visit us instead." The little girl didn't understand why, but she felt extremely sad as she started to cry. Y/n was quick to pull her into a hug.

"Shhh... It's ok little one, don't you cry." He held his daughter as she cried in his arms. "Everything's gonna be alright."

"Why couldn't she stay?"

He thinks for a second before answering, "I know mommy's not here right now, but I promise she's gonna be alright."

And if you ask me to, daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird. Imma give you the world. Imma buy a diamond ring for you, Imma sing for you, I'd do anything for you To see you smile

[millerscoffee]

dancing is a dangerous game | part one

you're a bandit like me, eyes full of stars.

5.5k | joel miller x f!reader

masterlist

rating: 18+ MDNI

tw: brief mentions of using your body for trading purposes, you shoot at joel miller????, light dub-con but that goes away quickly

warnings: post-outbreak au. no ellie. angsty smut, semi-dom!reader and dom!joel so that's fun, power struggle, age gap (joel is 56, reader is late 20s or early 30s), enemies to lovers, voyeurism (f watching m), masturbation (m and f), pet names/degrading names (baby, honey, darlin', brat, bitch, slut, etc.), dirty talk, choking, oral (m receiving), fingering, spanking, p in v (unprotected - wrap it up folks), joel is mean but not unkind. no use of y/n.

summary: inspired by "cowboy by me" by our lord and savior taylor swift. this is a post-outbreak world and joel has his own land. think bill, but a little less... deranged. kind of. you essentially are a raider, but make it fashion. when you stalk joel's cabin for the third day, that's when you get interrogated by none other than joel miller himself.

A/N: hi, i'm bee! this is my first fic on tumblr, and my first stab at this whole stratosphere. longtime listener; first time caller 💅. i was ALSO inspired by an ask i saw on @swiftispunk's page (hi! i love your writing sm??) and kinda just... ran with it. i honestly wasn't anticipating writing stuff during the outbreak, so i apologise if it's not quite right. imagine me living during that time with a tube of lipgloss and one (1) bullet in my pocket just in case. this... may be a series. i don't know yet. see ya! enjoy!!!

The first time you meet Joel Miller is down the barrel of your gun.

You can hear your father's voice telling you 'Back out, girl. Don't get too big for your britches.' Look where that got him. His ashes against your chest in a makeshift pendant necklace, buried by your clothes.

Still, you listen.

"It don't have to be like this," you drawl with index over the trigger guard. You've heard of him. Joel Miller. He's notorious, and even though you've kept to yourself most of your life, his name still roamed throughout the abandoned towns you passed. Someone always owed him, and he always owed somebody.

Your dad would've been older than him, but not by much. You knew of the world before this, was just a little thing. Still, you heard stories undulate from your father's southern voice that mostly left you bored on long days searching for food or shelter. You'd give anything to hear them now.

Part of you died when he did.

You were young when the outbreak happened. Resourceful, your father made it work in raising you. Taught you how to fend for yourself, rely on no one. Which was no easy feat considering how unbelievably stubborn you were. Were? Are.

Maybe he loved you. Maybe it was the chip on his shoulder. The kind of anguish that comes from not being able to give your mother the same kind of life. A promise to her.

Yes, you were young when the outbreak happened, but flashbacks of her getting attacked by a clicker burn you alive at night.

"Y'er on my land." A gruff voice calls you back to reality. Few words for someone who held your life in his hands. His own gun pointing back at you. Of course it would be.

"I was just passin' through." The lie flies through your teeth. You had been circling the place from a reasonable distance for a few days now. Scoping out when this man in front of you was his busiest, when he patrolled, when he slept. This was a heist situation, no doubt about it.

"Bullshit. This s'the third fuckin' time I seen you 'round here. And it's y'er last."

Shit. Fucking shit.

Your eyes dart to the side, really trying to pattern a plan in escaping but your breathing would say otherwise as calm and collected as it was.

In any other situation, you wouldn't be so willing to comply, but considering he's got you cornered and his gun is quite literally cocked and ready to go – you're not exactly in the position to make hasty decisions.

Goddammit if there wasn't something about him that made you nervous.

"Listen. Just was lookin' for somewhere to sleep. It's fuckin' cold and your stables look warm." Your head tilts in the direction of a lone horse's home in a bed of hay, and you're not fully lying. It's not that you have set up camp by any means, but you've noticed.

"We could trade. You give me y'er ammo, and I g–"

"You give me your cock, I get it. You really could be more original." You were used to this. Bartering, some might call it. Living out here on your own was dangerous, and running into men who wanted to use your body in order to get supplies wasn't that uncommon. If they were that kind, even. You'd heard the horror stories.

Albeit, most of these men met your gun in the end. Enabling you acquire their supplies, keep all yours, and your dignity. Win/win.

"...I give you the pleasure of livin' another day. Really? Y'think it's that easy?"

There was something in the way Joel says this that makes you grateful for the jacket you're wearing. Goosebumps prickle your skin, bile creeping up your throat and you will it back down again. Y'think it's that easy? As if he thought you wanted it.

If circumstances were different, you'd be rubbing the crimson off your cheeks. Flashing him a sheepish grin in an attempt to resolve whatever misunderstanding there was... but this wasn't the environment to elicit such conversation.

And you weren't that type of person to begin with.

Instead, your index sweeps from guard to trigger when you fire off at his leg. Hasty decisions be damned. You're quicker than him, so why're you tryin' to save him? You're a 'shoot to kill' type of person, and as the bullet grazes past his calf – part of you wishes you had.

Because not only did your bullet not make contact, Joel gets worse. You two lock eyes. His rifle is thrown over his shoulder as he grunts and walks perfectly fine over to you – despite the way his eyebrows knit together, jaw ticked. Was that a grin? Do something, anything – run.

Joel grips the nape of your neck, and you yelp in surprise.

Who the fuck does this man think he is?

His large hand eclipses your wrist as he maneuvers the gun from your hand. The action makes you writhe in pain, and it sends a shiver down your spine to know he's only using an ounce of his power.

You dig your elbow into his ribs despite him stronger than you. Stomping, kicking, punching anything you can find.

"What the fu–"

"Little girl, you picked the wrong one." His breath edges at the shell of your ear, and every sign should be pointing for you to hate this, but it almost feels familiar. Like yourself. It's only then when you worry.

---

You don't realise it, but Joel is pushing you inside his cabin. Keeping your head in direction of the ground, thud of the door heard somewhere behind you.

"You want to be treated like a big girl? Get these fuckin' pants off."

"What... what? No I'm fuckin' not–"

Joel chews up the space between you when he pushes you to the nearest wall. Your back at his chest, a cheek flush against the cabin's support.

Pine, tobacco, and whiskey fill your senses and you bite back the urge to whimper. He wouldn't see you like that.

"You're not? That why you were watchin' me jerk off last night? 'Cuz you don't wanna give it up?"

That alone makes blood creep up your neck and spill over your cheeks. You have to squeeze your legs together to quell the ache.

It was lonely on your own.

Most nights were spent half asleep on a cold, hard surface. Tired and hungry more days than not. You don't remember the last time you got a hot meal, much less been touched. So when you heard Joel's low grunts coming from the window (a window from a cabin you don't know quite yet that he built with his own hands) you become intrigued.

It's in this moment you're certain it must have been the rustling of branches just outside his room. You remember it happening last night, cursing to yourself for making noise. His fist stalled around the girth of his fat cock before spilling his seed over his stomach. As if that is what caused him to come.

It makes sense now, and it equally causes you to become dizzy and filled with rage. You bite your bottom lip, unable to think of a response.

"Mouthy thing ain't got much to say now. Now c'mon. I ain't taking these off you, doin' it y'erself." More of a warning, Joel lets up on his grip on you, but you're defenseless. No weapons, no pack. He's got your world in his hands.

With the newly found space between the two of you, you turn around – back of your head against the wall as your eyes find the other set for, perhaps, the first time. And they're deep. Deeper than you were aware of. Dark, impossibly round. Wrinkles reside on the sides of them, and if you knew any better, you wouldn't admit they were doing something to you.

But not only are you stubborn, you're too forthright to beat around the bush.

"I shot at you, and you want my cunt? You must be lonelier than I a–"

"Now."

Your words don't match your actions as your hands fall by your sides. Fingers play with zipper of your old, faded jeans that have seen better days.

You can't help but snicker an awkward laugh from how he's just watching you. Insecurities rise when you realise you're not laughing at him, but more his eyes on you. How intense it feels suddenly. He wants this. Wants you.

His eyes draw impatiently, broad frame leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed.

"Ain't got all day. Still considerin' your death."

His arms. Bulging through the fabric of his shirt, his body was built in a way that you could tell he worked with his hands... maybe in his past life, too. Throat dry, you shimmy out of your pants until you're left in your cotton panties.

Ones that you are becoming more aware the condition of. A small pool of wetness forming at the core of you clings to the fabric.

"Top, too."

Is that? It is. Your eyes wander down to see the growing bulge in Joel's pants. Not even the hem of his flannel could hide it. Sure, you'd seen it in its full form the night before, but that was with distance and without the heat rising between the two of you.

You bite your lip without hesitation, pulling the layers of jacket and a handful of tops onto the ground until you're bare. The cool air passes over your nipples and wills them into stiff peaks.

"Ain't you somethin', baby."

That's the first time Joel Miller draws a shaky exhale out of you. All from a single sentence.

When Joel steps over to you, that calm and collected breath is nowhere to be found. Your chest rises and falls at a random pattern, feeling more and more naked by the second as his clothes are completely kept on his body. A purposeful tactic.

He bends down to collect your clothes along with everything else that yours, and you are truly at his will. So busy on the precipice of pleasure that you don't even think about trying to get away.

"Stay."

"Ain't a dog." You glare, standing with your legs brushing together.

"Then quit actin' like a bitch. And quit movin', I'm gettin' to you."

It shuts you up quick, jaw snapping shut. You're certain if he told that to anyone else they'd be reduced to tears, but you can take it. It coils a heat inside the pit of your stomach that you've never felt. Causes your clit to feel as if it's on fire from the need to touch it.

Joel turns on his heel to walk away and it's as if you're able to breathe fresh air from the humidity he brings. You notice he's putting your things and his rifle away on his kitchen counter before coming back to you. He must really trust his ability to keep everything out like that.

Then again, have you even moved in the last five minutes?

The last thing he is, is worried.

You're able to look around, if only for a moment. Though, is it really looking? Your adrenaline is pumping, pupils blown from the fact that not only are you in the house you'd been stalking... you're about to fuck the man in it. And you almost tried to kill him. You definitely didn't miss on purpose. Couldn't have.

All the same, the cabin was nice, and you could take in briefly the light wood – old and weathered. A record player in the corner beside a guitar. This stuff could get you a lot in return, but for whatever reason that doesn't even cross your mind. Maybe your heart beating in your ears is a handy distraction to keep you walking the line.

Your eyes track the rugged man instead.

---

"Here's how this is gonna go," he announces, coming back to you and not phased that you haven't moved a muscle. "You are gonna take your ass over there on the couch. You're gonna make me come, then you're gonna go. Understand?"

"Well... I guess it is that easy."

Your bratty mouth getting you in trouble again. As if you're in the position to say anything. Naked as you are.

---

Joel's jaw ticks forward in a way that makes you feel fear, yet there's a direct correlation between it and the slick gathering between your folds. The same wide hand that gripped the nape of your neck wraps around the front of your throat while he pushes you against the wall, and your shoulders slump – all but folding instantly.

His mouth is inches from yours, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

"Listen here. I've been real kind to you. Coulda killed ya day one, tryin' to steal my shit like that. Was gonna be real kind in where I fucked ya, too. Now we're gonna fix that mouth a'yours and fast. Knees. Now." You soon come to know this isn't a suggestion. It's not even a warning. It is what's happening.

It's in the way Joel's hands guide you down onto your knees. He goes for his belt and you hear and see that distinct clang of metal untangle before your very senses. Your mouth waters instantly, teetering into fully giving into this struggle of power.

Joel's hands are calloused. You can tell he takes care of them, but that doesn't hide the wear and tear. Specifically on his fingertips. They grip your jaw roughly, and you choke back a moan as your mouth hangs open pliantly from this. Every nerve ending buzzing to be touched.

"Where'd that bratty girl go, huh? You done bein' big and bad – wanna be a slut, don’tcha?"

Your eyelash splay along your cheeks as you nod, and you feel his grip tighten, tugging your chin up higher.

"Look at me. You want this cock? I need your words. Tell me you wanna be a slut."

You're not sure when it happens, but hot tears run down your cheeks as everything comes to a head. Your body is trembling with raw desire right at your fingertips, just within reach. You can't hold back anymore, it physically hurts to.

"I wanna be a slut for this cock... please."

"Fuck, even a please. Oughta eat you out for that, sugar. Maybe next time."

Your brain is swimming at the thought. Next time?

With his free hand, Joel sets his cock free from his jeans, giving a satisfying smack to his abdomen quickly. No need for another piece of fabric keeping him from getting what he wants as you soon take note he isn't wearing boxers.

There's no denying what you're met with as you get to view it from this close. Joel Miller has a pretty cock. There's a soft, but bulging vein on the underside to match how big and thick it is. The rosy tip greets you, and it's the first time you get to see how much you've turned him on.

Your mouth is drooling while it's pried open and meets the tip of him. A moan from you is instantaneous, yet feels so distant from yourself, it doesn't affect you until much later. The taste of his precum coats your tongue as he slips past your lips and it's all you can experience. Your moans slip in and out of the sloshing sounds of your mouth. Keeping your hands by your sides, you don't tempt to touch him in fear he would pull away, so instead you twirl your tongue around his leaking head. Bob your head up and down in a slow, but sultry rhythm that causes him curse under his breath. He's not stoic above you, he's reacting.

He's clawing for every last bit of the upper hand.

"S'a lot, innit, babygirl? That's alright, you can take it." It's then you can sense Joel's guard slipping. Could be the fact that your mouth is suctioned perfectly around the length of his cock, but his voice gets damn sweeter the longer you go like this. His hips also have no problem in thrusting shallowly every now and then to knock the drool off of your dripping chin.

Even if you could form a thought, you don't know you would.

His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling it out of your face as you maintain eye contact. Intuitive in your approach, he told you to look at him earlier, so maybe he likes it? The groans filling the room lead you to believe you are correct. It feels so removed from who you were moments before: snickering because his gaze felt intimidating. Now, his pupils are blown as they pour into yours and his neck hangs back when your mouth makes those pretty, sloppy popping noises – testing your gag reflexes as you will them to relax.

It's way more intimate than anything you've ever done with anyone you've ever been with, and this stranger is pulling it out of you. Within the mess your brain is in, you remind yourself if you want to stop you can, and not a bit of you does.

The hot tears that were once down your cheeks swell in your eyes once more, but this time from the sheer size of him. You moan vibration after vibration against him, shifting and pushing your cunt against your calf, thigh – anything to feel some sort of friction.

He lets out a growl when he notices you, "Honey, if it's that bad, touch yourself." If your cheeks weren't red before, they are now.

It's him calling you out, slight embarrassingly, but not letting up with his hips. It's the way the embarrassment builds the fire in the pit of your belly. It's your hand pushing inside your panties at the sound of his command. And it's you practically choking on his cock from the gasp you let out through your nose – stunned at how wet you are.

Your fingertips barely brush over your clit when you notice the slick collecting, bubbling right at the very top of your slit and slutty moans fall out of you. Your eyelids droop as you try to keep your gaze up to Joel, but the way your fingertips roll over the hood of your clit in satisfying circles sends you over the edge way quicker than you anticipate.

"Shit, baby. Just like that. You filthy thing, can't hold off another minute longer, can ya? Need it right fuckin' now."

The sound of Joel's deep voice looms overhead as you come completely undone.

Unable to stop yourself, the suction on his cock pops free for a moment. Your moans hitting the air as your eyes roll back. Your body rushing to find each wave of pleasure roll off your back. Joel's cock still nestled in your mouth, but his hips still. "Goddamn, look at that little slut come out. Such a needy fuckin' kitten."

When Joel makes sure you've ridden it out, he pulls his cock from your mouth. Your body feels weak despite how eager your mind is now, face-to-face with Joel's cock, you watch as his scarred hand glides your saliva over his length entirely. It puts you in a trance, quickly getting out of it when he taps his cock against your cheek. "Pretty kitten want this? C'mon."

If your moans felt foreign to you, you don't even know what to do with yourself at the twinge of a grin that spreads on your face. The sheer audacity of his taps right against your fucking cheek. Orgasm-drunk, you shuffle to your feet and Joel has no problem in tossing you – finally – to the couch.

Your back is to him while the front of your body brackets the width of his couch, arms hunched over the back of it, knees dig into the cushions. You're grateful for the lack of eye contact in this position as it gives you a moment to press your face into your bicep, an attempt to collect yourself. But all of it obsolete when you sense Joel's presence at your ass.

His body heat unmistakable to miss. You bite at your own skin, neck craning to behind you to watch him.

"Shit, darlin', look at you. Ass up like this like y'er in fuckin' heat for me." You whine at the fact his clothes are still mostly on, and you know he must be sweating underneath them, but he won't give it to you like that. Not yet, 'maybe next time'. "You know I can't go any further 'til you get a spankin'. Need to be punished for tryin' to hurt me like that. For tryin' to take my things. Ain't right. Need you to learn your lesson."

Where are you? A part of you knows this is a tactic. That Joel is lulling you into a position you can't say no to. It already shows itself in how you're splayed on his couch. Yet, you can't find the person you were before you stepped into the cabin. Not yet, not like this. You nod weakly, and Joel swipes the cotton undies down to your thighs so quickly the rush of air cools the heat of your folds. A flutter runs through you.

"Count. To ten. If you don't, we start over. Say, yes sir."

"Y-yes... sir. Yes sir."

A searing, mind-numbing spank wallops over your ass and it causes your hips to jut forward. Whimper hitting the top of your throat, you almost, almost, forget to count. Everything in your senses distracting you from completing the simplest tasks such as fucking counting.

"O-one." Another. "Twooo." And again. "Th-three!"

You start sniffling by the third smack of his wide hand, and you hear mocking sniffs behind your head. "Aww, pretty baby can't take the hurt she tries to give to others? That must be really tough. Y'heart's bleedin' all over my couch, honey."

Your cheeks burn, you really feel sorry for what you've done. Or at least, what you were planning to do.

The next spank leaves a welt of Joel's handprint across your skin. "FOUR!" Your body begins to feel weak, sliding against the couch, you know talking back is useless as you silent tears stream into your arm.

There are six more blinding slaps to your ass by the time he's done with you, and you feel him pull back when he's through. You imagine him wringing his palms, the roughness of them. You begin to wonder if that's how they got to be so weathered, and pretend not to be weirded out by the ache of jealousy.

"Y'know for somebody whinin' the whole time, your pussy is just droolin' from that," any narrative you wandered off with disappears in its replacement of Joel's fingers gathering slick between your folds. No announcement, just go. It was just within reach, feeling him inside you. You ride the shudder your body makes, licking your lips as you realise the unspoken rule is free and you can speak. "N-need it. Need your cock, please... please." "Need it, and you don't even know my name?" His index and middle finger waste no time in pressing into your aching core. Sounds of your wailing mix with his words as he lurches over, lip close to your ear. "Or maybe you do already."

"Please, please, please," your fingertips grip for the worn fabric of his couch while your hips that try to jut back are quickly halted by his other palm, a strong stopper at the base of your spine. "Not 'til you tell me my name." "I-I don't know. I don't know it, I swear." Joel's thick fingers slip completely out of you and you mewl pathetically, pussy clenching around nothing and he can see every last detail of it behind you. "Last fuckin' time, better tell me the truth." "It's Joel," you cry, hips pushing back against the resistance as much as possible. Anything to be filled again. "Joel. Joel. Joel. I was... I was– I don't know anybody. Not with anybody, I swear! Joel, I swear. Please! Just grew up hearin' your name. I swear on my life, Joel, please! I know I lied, didn't think you'd believe me."

You don't know why you're begging like your life depends on it, but your pleasure surely does, and there's a longer pause than you want lingering behind you. As if you can palpably feel Joel contemplating whether you're being truthful or not. But if there's one thing about you, aside from this moment in this compromising position: you don't answer to anybody.

Joel's cock bottoming out inside of you at the drop of a hat is confirmation enough that he believes you.

And you not only wail, but scream at the stretch and irresistible contact that punches you straight to your gut – right where you can feel the tip of him. Half-moon prints dig into your hips by his short fingernails when he grabs ahold of you and you're on your forearms, head hanging between your shoulders. Your panties keep your thighs straying too far apart if there is such a thing.

"This what you wanted when you watched me?" Joel grips your torso now, pulling you closer to him as you become more upright, his cock more accessible to the spongy spot inside of you and your nipples stand erect, eyes rolling back as it takes all of you not to rest your head back against his shoulder, and you fail. Hard. Your occiput makes contact with his shoulder. Joel brushes your hair back to the side, lips graze but never fully touches the column of your neck. "Thought about this tight cunt last night. Left the window open on purpose, but you knew that already, didn't you, pretty girl? Clever little thing and so fuckin' dirty."

Joel's hand snakes around the front of you, spreading your folds as he dives his fingers over your glossed-over clit your wetness claimed and that sends a whine off of your depraved lips. "That's it, honey. Show me what this cock does to ya. Makes you downright brainless from how well you take it." While his skilled fingers, toy with your clit, the other set of digits graze over your breasts on their way up to your mouth. You take them inside the warmth of your wet mouth easily, rolling your tongue over the digits until you can only focus on the white hot pleasure beginning to boil over. You keep his fingers between your teeth, a faint realisation that you can taste yourself on them. That's what does it.

His hips are relentless as they pound into you, the repetitious slaps of his skin against yours, of his balls tapping your cunt again and again sends you into a place that he knows you're approaching when you tighten and pulse.

"Y'know how tight and wet you feel around me, darlin'? Never had a fuckin' cunt like this. Let it out, let it out, just like you wanna. Just like you did last night around your fingers. Nothin' like this cock though, and you know it now, don't you? Oh, fuck yeah– thaaat's it. Look at you." "Joel... Joel!!!" Joel talks you through it, sending your body diving off the cliff that is your second orgasm. The undeniable gush of your fluids around his cock. His name stays stuck at the your tongue, the constant thud of it vibrates your lungs.

It starts at the attention on your clit. The raw bundle of nerves send signals outward as it spreads down your legs, up your stomach, to your nipples and down your spine. Your brain feels effervescent, toes curl, and it comes back again right to your heart. Your beating heart, wild, and every moan, whimper, scream that comes from you sounds like it is from someone else's chest. But it's yours, and you know that when you start to feel hazy, unable to hold yourself up anymore.

"Good for my cock after all. Ain't ya, baby? Shit."

Your torso leans forward while your cheek rests on the top of your hand that's gripped on Joel's couch, and your body is relaxed and fucked. Comfortably silent, just the way Joel would want you. His cock slips out of you, unable to stop the slew of grunts and groans that acts as an anchor to keep you from slipping under. You lick your lips, looking back at him with a nod, unable to stay silent for long. That struggle of power coming back for vengeance. "That's right. Come all over this ass you ruined. See those handprints? Dirty fucking man, you just met me. Show me how much you enjoyed doing that."

That's as far as you get when you feel the heavy streams of his hot, white come rope over your skin, and for someone who is no position to be smug, you sure do have a shit-eating grin on your face. Pure, and the simplest thing the two of you accomplish.

Joel shakes his head, shallow breaths become him as he staggers back and you pretend not to notice. "Gonna kill me, kid."

"Almost did."

---

You don't know why, but neither of you hold the promise of you leaving right away. You linger, both of you half naked and spent. You take your time cleaning yourself off, slipping your clothes back on. Day becoming night.

You tiptoe into the living room where Joel is unfurled on his couch. His eyes are closed, the back of his head inches away from where the two of you just had sex.

Planning your goodbye, you sit at the edge of the couch cushion, knowing he wasn't really asleep. Just restin' his eyes.

"I am sorry...," you finally say into the dimly lit room, pangs of annoyance fizz at your tongue for even apologising. For shooting him, for trying to steal from him. All of it.

It's not his fault. It's just how you are.

This is dichotomous in relation to your eyes. They're bleary when a yawn pulls deep from within you. As if rest had been climbing up to the surface this entire time.

"Maybe you should be apologisin' 'bout your shitty aim. Could teach you a thing or two." Joel's eyes remained closed, arms crossed. If you could let yourself experience this, you would notice how soft he looks in this moment. Instead, your stomach is recoils in fight or flight.

You're glad he can't see you swallow the knot in your throat.

There was no magical solution for your life, and a part of you wishes you hadn't chosen his cabin to raid. You wish you hadn't met him, because now you could feel yourself want to notice the small things in him. Already.

You felt it dangerous to let anything that close to you.

You scoff to play it off, giving his chest a light shove and very accidentally getting lost in the light landscape of hairs that resides at the top of his flannel. "I could teach you a thing or two." A pathetic response for a pathetically spent human.

"We could both teach each other," he resigns and you're grateful he doesn't point out your lack of wit for how worn out he's made you. Perhaps the smugness settles in the things he doesn't say. Really, it's in what Joel spouts off next that throws you upside down.

"S'why you should stay. One month. That's it."

"Excuse me?"

"Didn't stuttered," your eyes roll and somehow, despite Joel's own being shut, he tuts his teeth. "Don't roll your eyes at me, little girl. You need a place to sleep. Besides, I could use an extra set of hands. Way I see it, best offer you've had in a while. Got a shelf life, though. Don't like to wait."

A part of you is suspicious, and if this man didn't make sure you orgasmed twice, you would suspect yourself to be dead within a matter of minutes.

There's something true about him, though. You're unwilling to look at it directly, but you trust him.

"Fine."

"Gonna need clearer confirmation, darlin'. Really need you to want this if you're gonna stay with me." He knew exactly where to press.

"Fuck, I shoulda killed you when I had the chance. I want to stay with you. One month." You try to ignore the grit between your teeth as speak, but your shoulders eventually soften. And you really do mean it. It's just... you're hardened from years of misplaced trust.

Your hand goes to the pendant around your neck subconsciously.

Joel either doesn't notice, or gives you the space.

You're grateful either way.

"That's that, then."

If anyone could understand the concept, it's Joel.

"That's that."

[jess-the-vampire]

Question about the AROFAM Au. How does the Day Of Unity and S3 special's plot line work given. . .well, everything.

Simple! I had to change basically everything.

obviously due to the nature of the au, and trying to keep everyone mostly still in character, the day of unity would make no sense at all to exist, so it...doesn't.

instead, in order to create a plot similar to the show to hit a lot of similar beats, i took the titan trappers and make them into more prominent characters/villains

so instead of a day of unity, it's their ritual to sacrifice king to free the collector, after years of earning their way to power and finding a new disk (The disk Philip was hiding in his basement)

and instead of the plan to be to stop the draining spell, it's a plan to save king's life and prevent the collector from being released (Collector has been convinced alongside Lilith they're going to save them, have no idea king would die for it)

also also, Philip, due to breaking his deal with collector and making him mad, is just...terrified of him, so everyone is under the impression freeing him will cause massive consequences

day of unity instead involved infiltrating the ritual space and getting both king and the disk out from under the trapper's noses, philip and caleb are going after the disk, kiki and steve were in charge of going for king.

Everyone else was there to make the escape and heist easy

(Yes this became a heist episode, which i think is funny payoff for the raiding these guys do in this au, truly the ultimate raid)

Also, philip and caleb get to be dressed up like this:

and yes, that does change other episodes like Edge of the World, tho they do still find out king is a titan in that so that plot point sticks.

you still have king releasing collector, but the context is slightly different and there are plenty unique heartbreaking elements to this au's version of KT.

Like Philip and Caleb getting into a fight right before being separated in different dimensions due to philip sacrificing himself to stay on the isles to face his punishment (Which obviously leads to different dynamics in s3 where king is hanging out alongside philip and Lilith whilst eda and luz are stuck on earth)

s3 has the unique thing of having caleb be stuck with all the kids on earth after being gone so long, seeing how things have changed and coping with the regret of his brother being gone after he promised they'd never seperate like that again.

darius and eber are there of course so they all gotta manage the kids and get to all catch up, while eda is out there in beast form.

all the stuff with camilia seeing luz, which is a pile of angst in itself, especially since she and caleb become grief friends and he appears to be harboring her missing daughter.

the whole rescue mission to get philip back in FTF, reuniting with kiki whose now the rebel leader actually, eda and lilith uniting after so many dang years, and the finale that's more about talking down the collector and befriending him rather then a big old fight.

and that's just me summarizing stuff, there's a lot i'm just skimming over

but as you can tell, i changed stuff, added new and unique stuff, and put a lot of thought into still making it a swap au whilst making things still unique.

if that all sounds interesting, check out my au at @areverseoffeathersandmud-archive , there is a LOT, and you can see these plots with some comics and art there

[losing-it-lately]

I''ll give you a song rec and character! I've had "Please, Please, Please" by Sabrina Carpenter in my head for forever and it's basically about two people from different social circles and loving someone who doesn't always make good decisions, so I can really see an Eddie x Reader based on that!

Please Please Please!

wc: 0.6k

heist!eddie munson x reader

angst? more like a whump/fun heist au, but this is very inspired by the mv being about sabrina carpenter not wanting barry keoghan to go to jail

Your friends all have normal boyfriends- normal, law abiding boyfriends. And it's sweet having an intelligent and beautiful man, one who's both cunning and strategic, but kind and empathetic. Eddie is so many wonderful things, but legal isn't one of them.

You met him at the Louvre, a beautiful month-long trip to Paris that ended with finding the man of your dreams. And it was perfect, especially when he invited you to a quick trip to Rome, all expenses paid. Yes, you had just met the man, but you clicked- you had never clicked with anyone before.

“What good timing,” you remarked in the private jet to Italy, “the Louvre just had a set of expensive artifacts stolen. And the Cupid and Psyche statue!”

Of course he took it, it was the statue where you both met! He’s a man of business and love, Eddie can't help himself. And he nearly cries when a few months after your trips, you find the statue when exploring the lovely home you share. “Oh my God. This is why you don't trust men who you’ve only known for a month.” His eyes glaze over as he begins to ramble about it being a replica and him being an “engineer” like he told you.

You calm him down and he swears to tell you the truth, of every heist, of every plan, of every scam. And it's fine, until the first heist that you know is a heist. It was meant to be easy, you would get constant updates from Dustin while you would spend time with your friends at a bar downtown. A lovely alibi. And it was fine, until the updates paused and all of your friends’ questions circled back to your “mysterious European dreamboat”.

It’s difficult to balance “he’s not like that” with humble brags of the jewellery he buys you and quick lies about his job.

It's hours later than expected and you're tensed, the nerves in your stomach are jumbled, and then Eddie jogs in. He’s loud and hyper and the adrenaline is taking over, and suddenly another fear washes over you: the post heist high.

You motion for him to follow you before he can even get a word in with any of your friends. Immediately, in the dingy bar bathroom, he has you pushed up against the mirror, his nose pressed into the junction of your neck, smelling the bitter alcohols and sweet perfumes of the night (and the sweat from dancing, but he would never admit to enjoying it). His lips began pressing into your jaw, the adrenaline threatening to pass onto you, but you resist and push him off. A small pout forms on his lips. “My friends are outside!” You hastily whisper, “We can't do this here, and worse, you cannot give away that you’re a criminal! Please, don't do this to me, Eddie.”

His hands come to your jaw, rubbing and cradling, “I promise. I’ll keep my cool, baby.” Pent up tears threaten to release after all the stress of the night. “Shhhh,” he coos, “I’ll be so cool, don't ruin your makeup over me, pretty girl.”

“You scared me so much Eddie.” You hold onto his hands and soothe yourself. If your friends see tear streaks, they won't assume good and pure things. He stretches his arms around you, he's hot like a furnace from the running, but he's calm somehow, it's like he's calming for you.

You leave the bathroom and join your friends, before ditching early to eat a deserved diner dinner- something greasy and American to replenish the soul. Eddie holds your hand the entire drive there, he draws circles onto your knuckles and laughs as you recount stories of your friends. Next time, his introduction will be better, a brunch or something nice and grown up. But now, he just wants to think about you and your night together, nothing else.

[verdemoun]

feels like a very dumb ask as its not related to your timewarp au but do you have any darragh and sean headcanons😔

catch me jumping through the inbox seeing darragh and just jumping ahead through my queue i promise fellas i am working through it

it was only ever sean and darragh. sean never really asked because he knew that lots of boys didn't grow up with mothers and he was so lucky that darragh tried so hard to make sure he had everything he needed instead of sending him to the workhouse

... sean's mother was actually the daughter of one of darragh's political opponents who happened to be a unionist sympathizer. while she was never going to be mrs macguire, when she realized she was pregnant she very merrily followed her father's wishes to go to a mother's home but used every ounce of influence being upper class to tell darragh he was a father and he was absolutely not letting his son fall into an adoption scheme or left to die of neglect

sean absolutely never learned this because the implication is his mother was in fact at least partly english. he is not the pure irish terrier he assumes and that would probably kill him -150% max hp in psychological damage

darragh macguire, the ever complex articulate highwayman who could also run circles around politicians and protestants in civil debate vanished entirely from public eye for the first two years of sean's life. there was no parenting courses let alone fathering courses and while his gang were an extension of his family much like the VDLs he did not tell a single one of them he was a parent because he knew they would see having a child as a distraction from the cause.

he didn't know how to change a diaper or look after a baby. learning to bottle feed a baby was his personal nightmare. sean absolutely had a murder bottle. darragh absolutely put a touch of whiskey or opium medicines on the nipple almost daily to get sean to settle for a few minutes of peace.

he lost days worth of sleep watching sean wondering what the holy hell he was doing trying to look after a baby and sometimes convincing himself in a 'i'm not a bad person wishing my son dead but the fact is most (80% holy hell) babies do not make it to two years old'. he kept the cash on hand to pay for a funeral at all times even if it meant them both going without necessities

he only figured out supporting a baby's head because thankfully sean was as vocal as a baby as he was as an adult and basically became his own life alert.

it wasn't until sean was approaching two, already in the full throws of the terrible twos running around the house squealing his favorite word being screaming NO!!! in response to any question and a hurricane of energy and bad choices climbing up furniture and the walls, while darragh is trying to sit and read hiding his coping beverage behind the paper, that darragh actually realized oh shit i am a da. this thing is not leaving my house and oh no i love him

any conversation with sean was the classic trying to tell a story while jingling keys in an attempt to keep him focused but once finally darragh accepted he was in fact the sole parent of this bundle of constant self-inflicted bruises from his own clumsy recklessness he very much embraced it

yes sean did his absolute head in: trying to plan a heist as he refound his outlawing roots while kid is tugging on his pants asking a million questions and demanding his attention to show him cool rock/bug/glass bottle/DA LOOK A KNIFE :D

darragh would regularly forget sean was a child and not in fact bulletproof. throwing sean too high in the air accidentally dropping him and sean lands on the ground peter griffin style only to bounce up with a blood nose screaming again again again!!

sean was only four the first time darragh took him out on gang activities instead of leaving him in the care of a trusted neighbor and it was a core memory. he held his son simba style and let him throw the match that proceeded to set a landowner's fields ablaze

darragh was a goofy parent being a responsible adult was not natural to him like imagine young john if john actually cared levels of stupid. sean could say the dumbest thing and darragh just nods thoughtfully yes let's we absolutely should go sling rocks through windows and run away, yeah i reckon if you flick a spoonful of mash potato at me i can catch it in my mouth let's try it

bedtime stories were just darragh reading unionist handouts with voices and the pacing of a picture book 'the poor irish boy was so hungry his raggedy clothes fell off because they were too big for his scrawny shoulders but the big nasty fat englishman still said he needed the food more!!' sean was indoctrinated into anti-british sentiment before he could even write his name.

[falconcoast]

an eye for an eye | masterlist.

“you tell that snappy little shit that i refuse to go on a heist with him. i don’t want, nor do i need, a redheaded rookie who doesn’t know the ropes.”

an enemies-to-lovers thief au!

general cw/tw: violence, stealing, swearing

as a veteran art thief, you are proud to be professor zhongli’s right hand.

you take back wrongfully stolen art and artifacts, and he puts it up for display in the liyue museum of arts and culture. for the five years that you’ve been doing this, you’ve gotten your hands dirty more than a few times, but it pays your student loan bills, it’s the right thing to do, and you’ve found family within your associates.

for the last six months, the professor has been dropping hints about what will be the biggest heist yet. you know that you’re the only one able to steal it without leaving a trace. you’ve done it before, and you’ll do it again. alone.

after your last partner landed himself in the hospital, you promised yourself you would never get another one. he was irreplaceable. so when professor zhongli tells you that you and some ginger guy are going to be working together, it takes everything in you not to lose it. 

you’re determined to do it by yourself, no matter what the professor may say. but this little shit named childe is hellbent on getting in your way.

prologue. the vortex vanquisher

mission one; the flower of creviced cliff 

one. the dotted line

two. the ropes

three. in retrospect 

four. first gambit

interlude. 

more chapters to come!

a/n: “grace didn’t you already upload this” yes, yes i did. then i abandoned it for six months. and now i’d like to bring it back! :D welcome to the aefae reboot babes! i’ll be adding the taglist back onto the new chapters and this masterlist. thanks for your patience with this series!

taglist: @da-disappointment​ @neonnian

[good-beanswrites]

Hello 🎬👋!! Haha, I’m glad you enjoyed the thoughts, I loved these so much! Thank you!

LMAO I think a few of them would have real good taste in song titles, but others… not so much 😅 I actually think Yuno would have some pretty solid ideas. Though Haruka has some nice thoughts too, I heard both his titles are specific plays on words that I don’t think he’d come up with himself…

Omg yes! The prisoners would have such a good time planning mv outfits! I can definitely see it being bittersweet for Fuuta – exasperated by, but also homesick because, they all remind him so much of his sister ;-; Mahiru is devastated she's not getting a new outfit for I Love You and so she enjoys styling vicariously through helping the others. Shidou’s outfit was even more painfully Dad before the group helped tone it down. Before the mv color scheme was decided, they cycle through a few different colored marching band uniforms for Amane. Muu doesn’t quite understand the flower dress, but the team promises her it will all come together to look great.

>:O The birthday art can be au canon!! The previously mentioned fashion crew makes everyone dress up like their cake, and designer Mikoto photoshops them into a pic of it aww. Even after watching the t1 videos, it would be the nicest they've seen everyone get dressed up. They're shocked seeing the boys clean up so nicely in their suits, and the girls are just shining in their fancy dresses and heels. And maybe Es’ “birthday” pic was a pre-experiment candid shot of them chillin with the bunny off set :’)

On a slightly darker note, I wonder if those pv shots of the restraints are canon too. Milgram had a few ideas for worst-case restraints and took a few shots for reference during an early fitting…

ADFGGH rip Haruka 😂😂😂 I love the idea of a whole group of them sneaking around looking for tasty goo and fun props, and instead stumbling upon The Mannequin Room. And waait I'm so emotional over Kazui loosening up and having a bit of fun with his tricks :’D With all the themes about certain characters growing up faster than they should, it would be so lovely to see them giggling and messing around in a blooper reel! I’m imagining someone trying to twirl Amane’s baton as well as her and epically failing at it.

Yeah, I have a lot of different predictions for Amane’s t3 changes – but no matter what happens, she starts accepting help just a little bit more behind the scenes >:) It’ll still take her a really long time to break away from the cult’s beliefs (no one in the cast/team really knows proper cult deprogramming strategies at this point, but they start looking into it as soon as the experiments ends.) Still, she finds a balance of keeping most of her religion and also realizing that the others genuinely care for her. 

And oooh I really like that 👀 I always pictured the prisoner Es hints to be leading toward them being a prisoner in the future (accused of executing prisoners), but that would add so much more drama if it relates to a past imprisonment. The ten would make a perfect heist team, hacking the system, snooping around, and charming facility members in order to find paperwork detailing past experiments featuring Es. And Kotoko would certainly be leading the investigation – I love how closely she’s monitoring everything, it would fit so well if she were the one to see the truth first. Between the realization that Milgram hasn’t been fully honest, and the threat that Es may be there for even longer, the jailbreak would erupt much quicker than the current timeline. Although the au is nicer overall, I really like keeping Milgram a pretty shady organization hehe 

[presidentbungus]

option 1: post-canon, spy visits a team reunion in boston over smissmas, reconnects with scout, maybe ends up forced to confront the feelings he's had for engineer since they parted ways. continu-sequel to more than you probably think which i wrote like a year and a half ago (holy shit)

option 2: halloween, demo gets his body stolen by merasmus for nefarious purposes (and his soul promptly shoved into the persian persuader, which fake demo vanishes with); scout and eyelander team up and move with the rest of the team to save him and go on a big fun halloween adventure or something cool and fun like that

option 3: sniper hates engineer for being so weird and passive-aggressive and hard to read, engineer hates sniper because sniper hates him, and then look at that there's some rich prick in a microcamera-studded minisentry-packed forest somewhere whos head needs a-shootin' and specifically the only two people who can get the job done are the 2 guys who hate each other. im sure your lifetime of fanfiction experience is informing you as to where this is going to go. funtime road trip, theres only one bed in the camper, putting pressure on bleeding wounds (sexily), all sorts of fun things like that

also BIG two, like long long, will probably try to finish other ones first so my ao3 page doesnt remain inactive for a full 2 years but including these for posterity:

option 4: space AU, sort of demo focused, sort of not. main 9 are having great, vaguely interconnected times doing crimes in various corners of the universe, oh no gray mann's giant wild west space casino has all the space australium in the big space vault, so what is there to do except a giant wild west space heist. yes, demoengieheavy (also potentially medic as a secret fourth thing) because i said so, and they hate each other and it's really dramatic i promise. demo is an octopus-man, engie is a wild west robot-man, sniper is a mermaid-man, you know the drill and the drill is awesome

option 5: the one where engie is a clone of radigan. it is extremely elaborate and i am just going to trust youve seen my posts on this one (or my deeply deranged ramblings about it on one of several discord servers (including my own which is pretty cool i am just saying)). complexes galore, demo/engie is there and it is VERY complicated, split between very unfortunate stories from engie's childhood, and a present-day plot following engie through his time in the gravel wars, where he slowly works through all the damage and maybe gets involved in some mann co patented Dark, Torrid Secrets© on his way. normal girlboss things

bonus points if you ask me questions or something about any of these i'll give you an itty bitty little bitty kiss on the forehead

[slaymate]

I love your AUs <3 I had not heard of the Venetocracy one before but it sounds super intriguing as well! Do you have any recommendations for books/shows/movies that have similar vibes? :) (Also, have you read Matomena Chomata by Dido Sotiriou?)

Similar to the Venetocracy AU? For all it's bad aging, I can't recommend the classic ballad Erotokritos enough. To me it's the pinnacle of chivalric love, and Aretousa's monologue refusing to marry anyone but Erotokritos and describing her nuptials with Death instead is just [chef's kiss]. Has me screaming every time! I also recently enjoyed the heist fantasy novel An Illusion of Thieves by Cate Glass, the subtle romantic subplot in that Italian Renaissance-inspired world is a whole mood.

I have started to compile a much longer list of what I call OC-adjacent media related to the 1920s AU, but as you said, it's mostly vibes, and some get extremely vague. I'll try and only give examples of content that is available in English translation, but Matomena Homata is one of them, which was translated to Farewell, Anatolia (I haven't gotten through Sotiriou's backlist yet, but so far it's been as lovely as it's been shocking). [tw for genocide, physical and sexual violence, war etc. apply for most of the recommendations]

Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides: The beginning of this in its entirety magnificent novel is probably the most striking account of the Catastrophe of Smyrna I have read. High-budget TV show when?

Birds Without Wings by Louis de Bernières: Idk why this Frenchman loves writing about Greek history so much, but I'll take it. This novel depicts the peaceful coexistence of cultures in Anatolia before nationalism took hold of Europe.

Little England (2013): Oh my god, my favourite movie... I'm sure the Picknick on Hanging Rock and Frantz girlies out there will understand. Andreas Konstantinou, main Alki hair inspiration, let me caress your nose.

Nyfes (2004): Perhaps more palatable to an anglophone audience (because less indie), and by the same director as the previous recommendation, this movie gives me the OC tingles each time.

Madonna in a Fur Coat by Sabahattin Ali: The best of pre-colapse Ottoman Empire and Weimar Republic combined, a lovely bit of classic Turkish fiction.

Poetry by Kostas Karyotakis: Get these vibes.

Titanic (1997): Yes, the Titanic. It's the drama, the class divide, the disaster for me. 5-year old me saw Billy Zane in Celine Dion's MV for "My Heart Will Go On" and thought I can fix him. So I did!

The Silence of Scheherazade by Defne Suman: WWI and its aftermath as experienced in Smyrna, told from Turkish, Greek and Armenian POVs. Another hard book to get through, read at your own discretion.

The Promise (2016): A historical the Armenian genocide starring Oscar Isaac. The sheer aesthetic of the absinthe-drinking hang-out scene... makes me lose my mind.

I haven't had the time to watch Smyrna, My Beloved and The Red River yet, but they are next on the list.

[velathetanager]

Heavenly Host AU Dark Idea

The first time the Gang encounters one of the clones, it's just one. Woe. And they get completely routed, having to run without anything they went to steal (the clones are just like that fr). But they survive because just as Woe is about to finish them off, even holding a bolt of lightning to turn them to ash with, he spots Dallas. And he can't take the shot.

Later, on a different heist involving them, there's audio footage you hear from a computer or something (the file being called "Important Section of 005 Interview) between a cold, angry voice and a shaky, frightened child.

TW: Abuse, Dehumanizing Language

"You had one command, 005. One. Destroy the intruders. I know you were programmed and trained better than that performance."

"I-I was, sir! I promise! I crushed them when we actually fought! I even had them dead to rights! I don't know what stopped me-* OW!"

"You were not asked why you failed yet, 005. Do not answer what has not been asked."

"I-I'm sorry, sir."

"Now then. What sight prompted the reaction in you?"

"Th-The guy in the flag mask, sir. The one that looked like an old version of my brother."

"Weapons do not have brothers, 005. Name who he looked like specifically."

"Conq- I mean, HH-001, sir."

"Hm. A genetic impulse, then."

"S-Sir?"

"You are a weapon, but one made from human DNA. The DNA of 001's template. Those two are brothers, and it seems as though you inherited a brotherly instinct towards both 001 and its template."

"What does that mean, sir?"

"You feel an instinct that hinders your effectiveness in any situation involving 001's template because your genetics will not let you harm him, an unspoken command that even overrides. More likely than not, 001 will run into the same error should it encounter yours. We will need to run tests to correct this."

"S-Sir?"

"You may stop kneeling and return to the lab, 005. Dr. Wilson will be with you and 001 within the week."

"Y-Yes, s-sir."

*The sound of someone being hit with something metal

[theladycarpathia]

HELLCHEER AU WEEK BINGO - CRIMINALS a.k.a. the leverage au

This is by far the weirdest crew that Chrissy has ever encountered.

It was supposed to be an easy job. Break into the office building and steal a bunch of papers. It shouldn’t even require much of a crew…and yet somehow their client managed to hire five of the strangest people that she’s ever seen.

And as the world’s best thief, she’s seen a few.

Their mastermind is straight up scary. She has dark hair pulled up into a tight ponytail and it’s hard to miss the bulge of a gun at the back of that expensive leather jacket. Chrissy’s heard of Nancy Wheeler, the terrifying con-artist who organized the Chicago heist, the Pumpernickel job, and who once pulled a Lady Godiva on a British Lord.

The hitter is no better. He might have incredible blue eyes and dirty blonde hair curling around his ears but Chrissy knows him as probably the most lethal hitter available for hire. There’s all sorts of rumors about Billy Hargrove – he worked for the CIA, he was in the army, he was an assassin… The stories keep changing but one thing remains true – you don’t want to take on Billy in a fight.

The other two she doesn’t recognise. There’s a girl in suspenders with a smattering of freckles and wavy shoulder length hair anxiously biting on her fingernails. The guy next to her looks like a cross between a model for the Gap and someone you might see at the local country club. He’s chewing gum with his mouth open and tilting his chair back and forth. Looking at them, Chrissy would probably have to guess hacker and grifter.

She might be wrong. But hackers usually aren’t known for their skills around people and the guy is doing that grifter thing of being so obnoxious that everyone around them doesn’t look close enough until all of their resalable belongings are gone.

“Chrissy?” Someone says suddenly and she jerks her head up, flushing furiously. She’d lost focus during a debriefing. 

“Yes?” she squeaks and Nancy fixes her with that intense expression.

“You’re fine with the ropes, right?” she says, jabbing a finger at the blueprints. “There’s at least eleven cameras from the stairs or elevator to the target but only two from the window. And two we can deal with.”

“Less chance of someone realizing we’re messing with their cameras,” the girl pipes up and Chrissy was on the money. Hacker. 

“That’s fine,” Chrissy says, because if there’s anything she can do, it’s rappel down a fourteen story building. “How am I getting up there?”

“Service elevator,” Nancy says. “Which isn’t working but the shaft is fine. I presume that’s also not a problem?” she asks, with a raised eyebrow and Chrissy shakes her head. She gets the feeling that she shouldn’t drift off again. She’s had teachers look less disappointed in her.

“So Chrissy is doing the hard part,” Billy says, sounding almost bored. He’s barely contained in the tight black Henley that he’s wearing, a thin leather wristband just peeking out from under his sleeve. “What are the rest of us doing?” Nancy’s jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. Chrissy gets the feeling she’s not wild about the muscle of their team. 

“Robin and I will be working from the van,” Nancy says and Robin waves her fingers awkwardly. “I need to keep an eye on the situation and Robin will be taking care of security: the cameras, alarms, all of that. But without being directly on site it does limit her range of what she can do. And unfortunately, we need to limit who we have on site. This is no regular office building. There’s high security given the kind of companies who work out of there.”

“What exactly are we after? Robin asks eagerly, because this is the question they’ve all been wanting to ask. They were individually recruited and promised a ton of cash. They just have to work together and not get caught…something that Chrissy is beginning to think might be harder than she thought.

Details are unnecessary at this stage, her new employer had said, his mouth stiff. The mastermind would be informed of the need to know details. 

Clearly, they were all told the same thing and Robin was just the first one to run out of patience. 

“Documents,” Nancy says briefly, in a way that suggests she’s not looking for any further questions. “I have the location, and the file name. And for now, that’s all you need to know.”

There’s a clatter at the door and it swings open to admit someone new. There’s a brief moment of tension, every person wondering if they’ve been made this early into the heist. But then Nancy’s face clears and her mouth twists with annoyance.

“Munson!” she snaps, her ponytail swinging back and forth as she turns to face the newcomer. “You’re late for the briefing.”

The new guy shrugs and strolls over, snagging a spare chair from another table. He drops down into it and settles back, allowing Chrissy to look over the thick silver rings on his fingers, the patches on his denim waistcoat, the glimpse of black ink under his t-shirt. 

“There was traffic,” he says easily and brushes a dark strand of hair out of his eyes. “Besides, I’m not even a part of this first bit. Continue.” He waves his hand, signaling for her to go on and Nancy bristles. But the guy in the blue sweater is staring at Munson with recognition in his eyes.

“I know you,” he says slowly. Eddie grins, and the dimple in his cheek makes Chrissy’s stomach dip. “You’re Eddie Munson. What do we need a forger for, Nance?” 

“That’s need to know, Steve,” Nancy sighs, tapping her fingers impatiently against the blueprints. They’re getting off track and they only have twenty four hours to prepare for the heist. “You and Billy have to go in, because we need eyes on the inside. You’re going to be posing as engineers. There will be a problem with the fire alarm and it’ll get you to the right floor to do what Robin needs you to. Because of the security…”

Chrissy focuses on the black lines of the blueprints, pretending that she doesn’t notice Eddie’s eyes on her. 

It’s been a while since she worked with a forger. The last one was probably that reclusive art forger, the one with all the vodka and the bathrobe that kept coming undone. 

Eddie Munson looks nothing like that. There’s a flash of bare skin as he tilts his chair back and his t-shirt hitches up. His jeans have rips at the knees. There’s a smear of sharpie scrawled across his trainers. He drums bitten fingernails against the table top and there’s dark circles like bruises under his eyes. And Chrissy has to force herself to stop staring at every inch of bare skin, his dark eyelashes, the bones in his angular wrists.

This is going to cause a problem. Do you know what distraction leads to fourteen stories up? Dead thieves, that’s what.

“I don’t think this even required a grifter,” Steve is complaining, waving his hands emphatically in the air. Nancy has that exasperated look on her face and Chrissy gets the impression that they’ve worked together before. Judging by the ‘Nance’ probably multiple times. “I mean, play some dude in a jumpsuit and con my way to the server room? A monkey could do that.”

“Would a monkey be quieter about it?” Nancy gripes. She probably wasn’t expecting a crew this…unconventional. She can’t be blamed for that - they all seem to be the best in their fields, but they’re also used to working alone. None of them work jobs like this, with so many individual, moving, complex parts, for a very good reason. Chrissy herself hasn’t used a partner since that job in Atlanta.

“Look,” Nancy says, finally, placing both her hands on the table and leaning forward. The seriousness of her tone is enough to make everyone stop. No wonder she was hired as the mastermind, the key piece. 

“This isn’t the only part of the job,” Nancy says bluntly. “The office job. That’s why there’s so many of us for what should be a fairly easy lift from some office filing cabinet. Chrissy could probably get in and out by herself, with extra time and planning.” Chrissy half shrugs. It’s probably true. What, a freaking filing cabinet? Chrissy once lifted the crown from some prince while he was still wearing it. A filing cabinet is nothing. 

“Let me guess,” Billy sighs. “A need to know basis?” There’s a brief moment where Billy and Nancy stare it out, two sets of sharp blue eyes.

“That’s right,” Nancy insists, that same old party line. “Look, this was all under orders from our employer, okay? He wants the details limited so that if it goes wrong or someone decides to throw everyone else under the bus for a better payday, there’s a better chance of it not happening until too late.” 

Steve runs a hand through his hair and Chrissy watches the sleek brown waves fall perfectly back into place. 

“Seriously, Nance?” he says, looking irritated. “We’re going to have to be a team on this and you’re not treating us like one. I’ve worked with you before and I can vouch for Robin and Billy…”

“You two having dysfunctional and nasty sex doesn’t really count,” Nancy interrupts, folding her arms across her chest. Steve continues, unbothered, but Billy turns his head away and oh, maybe Chrissy’s not the only one working with distractions.

“I don’t think anyone is going to sell out the team,” Steve finishes, and this time when he tilts his chair back, Chrissy doesn’t miss the way Billy’s eyes are drawn to the lines of Steve’s neck. “So can we please just fucking know what we’re working towards?”

Nancy looks conflicted, her eyes moving around the group, like she can see what kind of people they are just from their faces. But then the tension goes out of her shoulders.

“Okay,” she says simply and reaches down for her handbag and slaps a second lot of papers onto the table. Everyone is silent as they look at them, before understanding and shock dawns on them all.

“We’re stealing a person?” Robin says, looking horrified. She’s wringing her hands now, nervous energy seeping through now that Nancy’s instructions have been revealed. Chrissy chews on her lip, remembering how their client had curled his fingers around the whiskey glass, the exhaustion in his eyes. He was a gruff looking man in a bad shirt and an unkempt beard, but she prides herself on having a good read on people. If she’d thought he wanted her for something like this, she wouldn’t have taken the job. But he hadn’t felt like the type. She didn’t get any uneasiness from him…just the feeling that this was a very desperate man. 

“Can we even do that?” Steve says, looking more solemn than he has so far. Nancy shakes her head.

“Officially, it’s a jailbreak,” she says, frankly. “Even if it’s not exactly a jail. This man is paying us to find and break out his daughter. You wanted to know so…” She trails off, but she doesn’t need to finish it. They all wanted to know and this is the monkey’s paw that they weren’t expecting.

“Who took her?” Robin asks. 

“The government?” Nancy says, quietly and for a second, nobody so much as breathes. “As far as I can tell. So this is probably bound to bring a load of shit down on us if we get even the tiniest bit on their radar. So if anyone wants out, you’re free to leave now.”

There’s silence. Nancy turns her head, looking at every member of her new crew, looking for someone wavering. Clearly, she sees none because she claps her hands together. They’re locked in now, the six of them, and perhaps all of them feel that they won’t leave as the same people they started as.

“Alright,” Nancy says, and smoothly retrieves the classified documents from the table. “Eddie. Talk me through fake IDs.” @hellcheer-au-week

[winterpower98]

Thief X Family AU

I have yet again another AU! This time based on the anime/manga Spy X Family! (which obviously contains spoilers for said show)

Yue Shi takes Yor's place, Feng is Loid and Yan Heng is Anya.

But Feng stays a thief and not a spy, Yang is not psychic but he is very smart, like Detective Conan's level of smart, so he still figures out that one is a thief and the other an assassin.

Apple's life is pretty much the same as Yor's, he has a normal job but works part-time as an assassin.

Feng had a very important heist, the one that needs months of preparation, and he needed to have a normal family to get close to his target. He adopts Yan (he's 14 not 6 like Anya) and he is immediately found out by the kid. But Yan agrees to play along if the others promise him he'll let him go once this is done instead of bringing him back to the orphanage.

Apple and Feng meet by chance, pretty much like Yor and Loid, and use the same excuses. Again, Yan figures out what Yue Shi's second job is, but this time he doesn't say anything to either adult and just watches the chaos unfold.

When Feng adopted Yan, the kid didn't like him. They bickered a lot and insulted one another too. So Feng expected the kid to do the same with Apple when he met him. He didn't. He liked the monkey immediately. At first, just to spite the fox, but after a bit, he started to like him for real.

Feng: I fed you and clothed you for two months Yan: Yes, but you're gay Feng: I- Yan: And not in a good way Feng: *points at Apple*  HE'S GAY TOO Yan: YES BUT IN A GOOD WAY

Yue Shi’s nickname “Apple“ was given to him by Yan because the demon ate an apple at breakfast every morning.

Also, there is Mittens (one of Rhy's OC), who partially plays the role of Franky, but mostly does what she wants to.

She's Feng's friend and is the one who helps him gather info, and the fox got kinda distracted by playing family, so he's quite surprised when she comes to his apartment during dinner.

“You have a mission—“  “It’s a con.”  “Longcon. If you slip up you might lose your head. I mean it.”  “I know.”  “Then stop glancing back at them.” "But Yue Shi is showing the kid how to make origami, how can I not look!"

"Feng, this is fake. They're not your family." Mittens just sighs and says, "They'll be gone before you know it." Mittens can be a bit harsh, but she has a point. That doesn't mean those words don't stay with Feng for a long time tho.

Feng is a thief, and despite being good at keeping away from people who wants to hurt or kill him for heists and cons he's done, he's not used to protecting others in the sense that he's quick to defend himself, but for an instant forgets that Yan's in the house and that's where he panics for the first time.

Feng doesn't want the kid and he sure as hell doesn't care about him. He totally doesn't panic when he sees that their apartment is crawling with bad guys, and the kid is nowhere in sight. And totally doesn't track down the person who took the kid and scares the living hell out of them. Totally doesn't do that. He's not worried at all, why would he, the kid is fine.

Yan asks him "Why are you fussing over me!?" while Feng checks him and just keeps muttering "You're fine" and then stops.

"I'm bringing you back to the orphanage"  "WHAT!? That's not what we agreed on! Why?!"  "You got hurt, that's not what we agreed on either"  "It's just a few starches, I'll be fine! I got worst by living in that place"  "I don't want you to get hurt, Yan Heng! Or worst killed off"

Feng is going to end up missing him in that empty house. He realizes that when Yan and Apple go out for a walk and leave Feng alone in the house.

[meltwonu]

|     THIEF | ┴SIƎH     |     [CHAPTER 7]

pairing; heist-au!seokmin x [fem]reader 

this chapter’s notes; heist!au, dom!seokmin, drügs/weed, high fucking, dirty talk, degradation, name-calling, oral(fem receiving), squirting, overstimulation, pussy slapping, forced orgasms, mention of weapons and a special guest! 😈 I forgot that I didn’t post a chapter for Oct either lol... There’s been so many random breaks this year but y’know what, it’s all okay😭💕 I’m trying to let go of the idea that I’m disappointing when I have to take breaks!! But anyway, yes, back to the regularly scheduled posts! Which means, yes, neon dream will go up next Friday! My schedule for dec will be the same as well, but I might do something special for Christmas 😗 hehe 💕 For now, enjoy ch 7 since I know a lot of you were waiting! 💕 I’ll see y’all either tomorrow or Sunday for inbox msgs! 💕 Have a good day! 

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 - ?

*queued post.

It’s a much calmer night when you head towards the pick up point; hands tucked into the pockets of your jacket as you make your way towards the secluded warehouse where Jeonghan had said the client would be dropping off the shipment of goods.

‘It should be an easy task,’ he’d said, ‘You don’t need to bring any weapons for this one and you surely don’t need backup.’

So you’d gone unarmed and alone - casually strolling into the abandoned warehouse with the moonlight streaming in through the windows.

“Oh, nice, company.”

The voice echoes in the large building; the smell of weed overtaking your senses as your eyes dart around in the darkness.

“I figured I’d have some. The lot of you seem to like bothering me whenever you can.” You retort.

The voice chuckles and you can hear footsteps from the second floor; biting the inside of your cheek wondering if you, now, needed a gun.

“You look concerned, baby. What’s wrong? Scared I already took your shit?”

“Even if you did, you’d be in more shit with Jeonghan than me anyway.”

“Aww, you gonna tattle on me?” He responds mockingly.

A figure steps into your peripheral view - the wide grin on his face making you roll your eyes at the blunt sitting between his lips.

“That you seemed to have helped yourself to the shipment? Yes. Maybe Jeonghan will kick your ass and teach you a lesson.”

Seokmin runs a hand through his hair, laughing as he goes.

“Me? More like you.”

He takes a seat on one of the empty pallets, legs spread wide as you gulp and already begin to imagine yourself between them.

No, stop that, you tell yourself, why are you thinking about that already?

“Won’t Mingyu be mad?” Muttering, you start to step closer to the pallets with the shipments on them - inspecting where Seokmin had cut through the plastic of one to take a little for himself.

“Nah, he’s not as strict as your precious Jeonghan is. Except… Maybe when it comes to you. He’s a bit of a sucker for watching you squirm.”

He grins and takes a drag of his blunt, moaning before he palms himself through his jeans.

“Mm, fuck, I don’t know what it is about getting high but it makes me wanna fuck so bad… Last time I had you underneath me, you squirted so much and almost passed out... I think about that all the time, baby~” He groans; hazy eyes already on you as a wave of arousal pours down your own body.

You weren’t any better than him, after all.

“Say, why don’t we smoke a little and then I’ll do you a favour and personally tell Jeonghan myself I fucked it up for you, huh? Promise.”

He smirks teasingly; watching the way you already start to step away from the pallets and start making your way to him instead.

“Oh? Was that all it took? You’re just a scared ‘lil cockslut, huh? Don’t want Jeonghan to punish you? He’ll have to keep you in his dungeon for a while to keep you from fucking all of your rivals, huh?”

You choose to not respond - mental images of Seokmin and Jeonghan taking turns with you instead filling up your headspace.

“Shut up and pass me the blunt.”

You blame it on the second hand high he gives you.

“Mmnh… Fuck…”

The way he’d blown the smoke into your face and the way he and you had finished off a blunt before he rolled you a new one.

“You’re so calm, baby. Weed got you feelin’ good?” He quips; unfocused eyes peering up into your own from between your trembling thighs.

“S--shut up…”  Mumbling, you throw your head back against the wooden pallet you were laying down on top of; eyes staring up at the faraway ceiling as Seokmin scoffs and leans in closer to your soaked folds.

“If you’re gonna have an attitude, I won’t eat you out, slut. Better watch yourself, I could leave you here right now, needy and wet.” Seokmin licks his lips before leaning in, tongue peeking out from between his lips as he languidly drags it through your soaking folds.

“H--Holy shit…” You resist the urge to run your fingers through his hair, fearing the act would make him stop his movements. So instead, you grip onto the pallet for dear life - squeezing the wooden panels as he starts to tease your clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Fuck, t--that feels so, a-ah, good… God, I’m s-so wet…” Your hips move in tandem with his tongue as you try to ride out the feeling and Seokmin lets you as he only adds pressure to his touches.

“I, mmnh, f-feel all w-warm and--and fuzzy…”

Your head lolls to the side just as Seokmin moves from teasing your clit to dipping his tongue into your soaking hole - high pitched whines on your lips when you start to crave being filled all the way to the brim with cock instead.

“I--” The shrill noise of your phone’s ringtone going off shocks a little bit more consciousness into you as you gasp; eyes darting around to find the device as Seokmin pulls away slightly.

His lips are covered in your wetness and all he can do is laugh lightly under his breath as he slowly starts to stand to unzip his pants.

“Why don’t you answer that, hmm? We both know who it is. And I can apologize a little earlier~ Maybe explain our situation.”

You reach for the device sitting on the corner of the pallet; shaky hands hesitating to answer for a second before you bite the bullet and hit ‘Accept’.

“H--Hello? Sir?”

‘Where are you, bun? You should’ve been back already.’

You’re too focused on Jeonghan’s calm voice to focus on Seokmin who positions his cock right at your soaked entrance - thrusting in and bottoming out in one fluid motion as you bite down on your bottom lip to hold in the guttural moan threatening to spill.

‘Bun? I expect an answer when I’m talking to you.’

“I--I’m sorry, sir, I just--I--”

‘Who is it this time, hmm? Who’s fucking you while you’re on the phone with me.’

“Mmnh, S--Seokmin! Seokmin!” You cry out in return; pleasured tears streaming down the sides of your face as he starts a rough pace from the beginning - wasting no time to get you and himself off as he growls.

‘Put me on speakerphone.’

You do as you’re told, tossing the phone off to the side as your hands find purchase on the panels underneath you again when your body starts to jerk against the uncomfortable wood.

‘I see my ‘lil bun’s gotten herself into a bit of a situation, huh?’

Seokmin thrusts into you particularly hard; the head of his cock snug against your g-spot as garbled moans fall freely from your lips.

“Isn’t she always? But hey, you can put the blame on me. I took some of the weed from the shipment. You can send an invoice to Mingyu ‘r somethin’ when you get to it.” Seokmin responds nonchalantly. “I’ll pay the price for getting to fuck her slutty ‘lil hole.”

Jeonghan laughs over the phone, the sound making goosebumps rise on your skin.

‘Trust me, I’ve already got Mingyu on speed dial,’ Jeonghan lets out a sigh, ‘And let’s just say I figured this is where my slutty ‘lil bun ended up when she wasn’t on time. It’s, unfortunately, what she’s best at, as you can imagine.’

Seokmin grins down at your pleasured face; licking his lips when your walls clamp down harder onto his cock.

“Should I punish her then? We can be a team for just a second.”

You can hear Jeonghan humming on the other end as you whine softly. 

“S--sir... I--a-ah!”

Seokmin brings two wet fingers down onto your clit - slapping the nub harshly as your body arches off of the pallet.

“Although, I don’t know how rough she likes it, exactly. I assume she’s much more pliable with you?” 

‘You’d be surprised at how much she can take, Seokmin.’ Jeonghan deadpans, ‘This is nothing compared to what I’d be doing to her.’

“Aww, hear that, slut? Guess I should do more, huh?”

He slaps your clit in rapid succession - ultimately forcing an orgasm out of you as your cries and whines float through the phone that Jeonghan had pressed up to his own ear.

“Oho~ Fuck, she’s getting so tight around me while she cums~” 

‘Don’t let her rest. it’s her punishment.’

Seokmin continues to work you through your orgasm as you cry out his name and he doesn’t let up at all even when your thighs start to tremble from the overstimulation.

“I wanna see her squirt for me. I want her to get my cock nice ‘n wet when I fill her cunt up with my cum. Then you can have her back.”

‘You hear that, bun? I’ll have to punish you when you get back anyway. You know I don’t like it when you come back with cum inside that insatiable ‘lil cunt of yours.’

“I, hic, J--Jeonghan...” Seokmin slaps and pinches your clit as he pounds your cunt; the overstimulation making you whimper as the pain starts to bleed into pleasure. “H-he’s fuh--fucking me so, hic, g-good... So b-big, ngh and--and r-rough... ”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you start to feel Seokmin’s cock throbbing inside your pussy - the thought of him cumming inside of you while Jeonghan was on the phone making your toes curl as another orgasm rapidly built up inside of your body.

‘Give him what he wants and finish up, bun. I expect you back as soon as you’re done.’

With that, Jeonghan hangs up and Seokmin growls as he doubles his pace; simultaneously spreading your legs as far as they go and pushing them up towards your chest as he uses your pussy to his liking.

“I’m gonna fuck my cum so deep inside this filthy ‘lil cunt that Jeonghan’s gonna have to punish you for days just to get it all out.” 

“Mmnh, t-then, hic, d-do it...”

The loud sounds of skin slapping make you lick your lips; mind foggy as you start to feel your body locking up again from the orgasm already starting to wash over you.

“Squirt for me, you ‘lil cockwhore. Give me what I want.” 

Seokmin’s gravelly voice has you crying out as you feel yourself tip over the edge - ears ringing and body buzzing as he follows suit and cums with you.

His cock is forced out of your pussy with the intensity of your orgasm, but he slides back in just as easily as he unloads the rest of his cum inside of your slicked walls.

“Fuck, you’re really soaking me, baby~ Forced my cock right out of that cunt of yours and made a mess too, tsk. Be a good girl and make sure that no more of my cum spills out of that slutty ‘lil hole, huh?”

Garbled cries of his name and apologies roll off of your tongue as your body arches off of the pallet and you feel yourself momentarily black out from the oversensitivity and tiredness that hits you all at once. 

“Ngh... Seokmin...” You slur out; drool dripping from the side of your lips as he only slows down just enough to let you catch your breath.

He starts to speak but all of his words are muffled to your ringing ears; ultimately even drowning out the sound of Jeonghan’s motorcycle when he’d become too impatient for you to make it back yourself.

“Oh, baby~ Looks like we’ll have to take your punishment right now~ Captain’s orders~”

[minisugakoobies]

Over | PJM

Pairing: Jimin x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Genre: angst, heist, AlleyCat!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: swearing, explosions, breakups, basically everything falls apart

Word Count: 500 on the dot!

Disclaimers: Obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: One mistake and it's all over.

Prompts: Angst 16 "if you can't live without me, then die"

A/N: I'm back with more angst for you, @minttangerines! You said you wanted dramatic Jimin and you got him. I hope you enjoy! 💜

Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

Milestone Celebration Masterlist

The gold and silver coins clink noisily against each other as you toss them into your pack. But you can hear something else above all the rattling. You pause, pressing your ear to the wall.

Sirens.

“Fuck, the police are coming! We need to go!”

Jimin’s head whips up at your words. “Goddamn it, we must’ve tripped the alarm! I thought I cut the right wire! Shit!” He redoubles his efforts, shoveling as much cash into his bag as he can.

“I can buy us a little time,” you huff, pulling the explosive out of your pack. You place it in the vault and begin to arm it as Jimin stills.

“Where… where did you get that?”

You don’t tear your eyes away from your careful work. “I went to see Namjoon.”

“Namjoon?” Jimin shouts. “You brought him into this?”

“I thought we might need some help!” Now you’re shouting. “And clearly I was right!”

The sirens are getting louder. Tossing your pack onto your shoulder, you grab the rope that hangs from the ceiling. Jimin is frozen, still kneeling. “Well? Come on, we gotta go!”

He snaps into motion, following you up into the air ducts again. You shimmy your way towards freedom, jumping down into the alley behind the bank. Jimin drops down behind you.

You start to run towards your car, but stop when you realize you’re alone. “What are you doing?” you hiss. “We need to go!”

Jimin hasn’t moved an inch. His face contorts as he looks at you. “What is the one thing I said about this job? The one thing I made you promise?”

“Fuck, baby, we gotta do this now?”

“Yes!” He’s not even trying to keep his voice down. “Tell me!”

You bite your lip. “That it would be us, just us. Only you and me.”

“You broke your promise!” He steps closer, eyes flashing. “You betrayed me. You betrayed us.”

“Look, I’m sorry, but please, baby, we need to go, I didn’t set the timer for very lo - “

“I’m not going with you.” His voice is ice.

“What - what are you saying?”

He shoulders his bag, turning away as he spits, “You take the car. I’ll find my own way out. This is over.”

Your head spins. The sirens are so close, merely blocks away now. You know the explosive is going to blow any second. Yet you drop to your knees anyway.

“Baby, please, I’m sorry, please don’t go! I love you - I can’t live without you!”

Jimin’s cold gaze cuts through you as he snarls, “If you can't live without me, then die." You sob hysterically, reaching out for him, but he strolls away into the night.

Dazed, you watch him disappear. There’s a flash and a boom and you’re knocked onto your side as the explosive detonates. You hear voices and raise your arms, not resisting as the police swarm you. There’s no reason to try to escape. You just lost the only treasure you ever wanted.

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