#headhunted au | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years

Text

Halloween prompts no. 12

Danny kills Darkseid au but not only does he freak out, he is essentially kidnapped by Clockwork and dragged back into the DC universe for a "vacation". When Danny tried to argue the old stopwatch confessed that Dannys core was essentially eating the dark gods energy and he would need to stay in his Phantom form 24/7 to be able to "digest" him. Which gave him a few new things to freak out about. Yay.

Danny was given some new clothes-all glowing black and white of course- and money (where did clockwork get this much cash??) and told to find so.ewhere safe to live in.

Danny went ghost and got changed and started to fly off when clockwork stopped him and told him to behave like a normal human. There are a lot of people in this world with superpowers and while they might look at him strange they would likely ignore him for the most part. But if he started showing off all these cool powers its going to gain unwanted attention. Like another Vlad. Danny shuddered.

As a last parting of wisdom, he tells him not to give out his real name and if anyone asks questions just repeat, "I'm on vacation." then time unfreezed.

So Danny walks out of the alleyway he was in and into the city where he immediately looked for a place to make a underground ice cave to live in. Despite having a crapton of money now (wth clockwork???) He still couldn't get an official apartment due to being fifteen.

Within a few days of just casually going about in Central city he had been approached by "talent agencies" and headhunters offering him jobs as an actor or model and he flusteredly turned them down but was always somehow railroaded into taking a business card. (He wasn't that pretty, surely. All of his fame back home was due to him being a hero...right?)

One particularly insistent guy just wouldn't give up and cornered Danny. It was when he thought he was going to have to break this guys nose to get away that the local hero Flash stepped in and the guy finally backed off.

Danny thanked him and the Flash (who felt clockwork freeze time before and nearly had a panic attack along with Zatanna and Captain Marvel) asked about the weird quantum energy around him and in his panic Danny stupidly confessed to having a magical artifact that makes him immune to time freezes fused into his chest by one of his bad guys.

Which led to him stupidly telling him his name was Phantom, he was a superhero who was on (forced) vacation due to injury-kinda, he wasn't allowed to help out sorry, and he was from another dimension and oh crap he had been truth serum-ed!!! How dare?!

Flash apologized, but after the global time freeze (it was global??) The Justice League was on high alert and the Batman was super paranoid and liked having answers. Unfortunately for this bat guy he was miffed at being drugged and refused to answer anymore questions.

Still, with the disappearance of Darkseid and Apokolips, the global time freeze and now this glowing kid from another dimension? They had to be connected somehow. The league was sure of it. The new gods were freaking out and searching for answers themselves and the speedsters were trying thier best to get this kid to open up to them. After a while with little success they start sending in the Teen Titans and the Young Justice teams in hopes that he'd be more social with people around his own age.

It did not go as planned.

---

People: *telling Phantom that he's beautiful*

Phantom: Is this a trap?

1K notes · View notes

aemxnd · 3 months

Text

sliding doors | aemond targaryen x dornish!reader (modern au) part i

Today is your first day in the London grind — how bad can it be?

WARNINGS: sexual assault, tension, angst, mentions of our lord and saviour Oberyn Martell (I know, that’d upset me too), mentions of death, sleazy men, sassy men.

WORDS: 2.1k

A/N: Anybody looking for a slow-burning love story with mystery and intrigue? I gotchu. Part I of maaaany.

Moving to London was a necessary evil.

You couldn’t spend your entire life slaving away at a minimum wage job in rural Dorne forever, or maybe that was your family’s indoctrination talking. Move to London and seek out fame, fortune or both, they had prescribed.

You weren’t truly ready for life in the big city, but being headhunted by a prestigious company days earlier had forced your hand. Several frantic late-night social media searches suggested women your age would kill to work there, although you’d have to admit you hadn’t heard of them until their name slipped into your inbox. No interview required, simply start on Monday.

Their generous salary offer sealed the deal above all else.

Your friends foretold that the worst aspect of London life would be the commute. Stifling, deafening rush hour Tubes and the unpredictable weather above ground would be a culture shock for a country girl, but you felt somewhat compelled to prove them wrong. Dornish women weren’t short of confidence, strength and stubbornness, and you weren’t about to disobey the order of things for the sake of a move to the city.

You promised yourself you would give it a try. Two weeks should do it. If you weren’t convinced by the end of the fortnight, you’d simply pack up and leave on the next train home.

“The next station is Highgarden,” the familiar metallic voice boomed throughout the train, startling you from your daze. Your eyes widened, forcing yourself to focus on your surroundings and contemplate the next stage of your journey into the unknown. Affirmations you’d scrolled through on TikTok the night before ticked through your mind. I am good enough because they hired me, you assured yourself, or at the very least the voice in your mind.

Instinctively gazing down at your handbag resting on the floor between your feet, you swallowed hard and gazed at your black stiletto heels as if willing them to move autonomously.

Up until this moment, the London experience hadn’t phased you. But now, anxiety rising, the thought of navigating the morning rush hour on the Tube paralysed you before you’d even left your seat, an oasis of calm before the storm.

“Change here for the Searoad line,” the voice snapped again, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut as the train began to brake to a halt.

Eyes firmly closed, you reached out blindly to grab your bag and hauled yourself to your feet with blind determination.

No sooner had the seat’s scratchy pile left the back of your dress pants, than a new sensation appeared against your backside. A hand, grasping at the curve of your behind, desperately clawing at your flesh. Your eyes darted open, staring into the middle distance between advertising posters and the carousel of train tunnel walls flickering past the windows.

You froze solid, unable to compute the unexpected feeling. Why was someone touching you, grabbing you? Were you imagining it? Was it a simple mistake and they meant to hold onto a handrail instead?

You couldn’t bring yourself to turn around and face them, not yet. Your body instinctively snapped bolt upright to escape their clutch, but the hand remained fixed to your curve, gripping tighter as your body straightened out.

Let go, you cried out only in your mind, the words refusing to roll off your tongue with your mouth clamped shut in fear. Let go of me.

Where was your usual attitude? What happened to your usual bark and bite? Why had your trademark fighting talk abandoned you when you needed it most? Dornish women weren’t raised to turn a blind eye.

The indignity of it all had you raise your drawbridge and barricade the gates.

The shock had stolen your identity.

You suddenly lurched forward, the offending hand slipping from your body as a crude slap denoted their limb had dropped into their lap. Hurriedly slinging your bag over your arm, you stumbled aside to reach the train doors and forced yourself to focus your gaze down to your own feet, conscious of tripping over the feet of the other commuters on your escape route.

Other passengers followed, smart shoes and trainers gathering around yours as you approached the door. A misty kaleidoscope hazed the corners of your vision, fear stealing your breath from your lungs as you realised that one of them may be your assailant. You cursed yourself for not looking at what they were wearing or even what they looked like, now you would never be able to identify them.

“Leaving so soon?” A sneering male voice dripped like poison in your ear, followed by a contented hum as a hand grasped your backside again. “We were just getting started, pretty girl.”

A wave of acidic bile rose up into your throat, burning your airways and forcing you to swallow harshly. Clutching at your handbag, your nails carved crescent dips into the leather as your grip tightened with every passing second.

Where’s your fight, kid? A distant echo of your uncle Oberyn’s words the first time you conceded defeat in a childish quarrel with your younger sister. Stand up for yourself!

It’s now or never.

Spinning around on your heels to again release yourself from their grip, you turned to face them. Your gaze fixed upon a tall man with long, golden hair and a bushy beard to match. His eyes were piercing, half-squinting as he observed you, clocking every inch of your face, analysing your reaction. The familiar scent of alcohol pricked your nose as he breathed.

“Look here, asshole, what’s your problem?” You snapped, an electric pulse bringing your attitude to the surface as you raised a hand to jab a finger toward his face. “Just because you can’t get some at home, you think you’re a big man trying it on the Roseroad line before you jerk off in your cubicle all day?”

The carriage fell eerily silent, passengers holding their breath as if waiting for disaster to strike.

Your rural upbringing never suitably briefed you on women’s public safety. You were exclusively educated on defending yourself in any situation, but news reports from city life suggested it wasn’t always a wise move to confront attackers, least of all to humiliate them in front of a packed commuter train.

The red mist had descended and you already regretted snapping back.

The faint notes of a chuckle burst through the stony silence, someone who tried to stifle their amusement but failed miserably. All eyes darted over to the source of the sound only to find a lithe, blonde man unsuccessfully concealing his guilt with a wry smile cinching the corner of his lips. His gaze was fixed to the floor, blissfully unaware that he had attracted the attention of the carriage.

One man’s response on the train quelled the rage inside you, dousing the fire in your chest. Releasing a sigh of relief, it felt as if your ordeal was over. With the attention of the entire carriage on the situation, a calming sense of security washed over you.

Swishing your head back to face the offender at your side, you found nothing but unfamiliar faces. In the aftermath of your outburst, he’d sidled his way through the crowd without you noticing.

Another sigh escaped you.

The train ground to a halt and its doors swooshed open with an unforgiving pace, slicing through the atmosphere in the carriage as passengers clamoured onto the platform.

“Mind the gap between the train and the platform,” came the disembodied announcement, prompting you to rush forward and drop to the platform as if instinct took over.

As soon as both feet met the concrete, another sigh came forth and you stood still. Gazing up at the bright lights leading the way toward platforms, lifts and exits, you drank in the gleaming scenery as the crowds bustled past you.

Affording yourself time to breathe on the platform, you stayed stationary, passengers dipping and diving around you until the fateful train departed beside you and left you alone in silence.

“You should be more careful,” came a man’s voice from behind you, startling you from your daze.

You turned to face the source and found the chuckling man from the carriage, his poker-straight silver hair framing his pale face and tumbling over his shoulders like a waterfall.

Your focus fell on his eyes - one blue, one purple - he was looking down on the train, they certainly weren’t visible before. But they glistened in the fluorescent lighting like precious gems. His expression was blank, neither reassuring nor stern. Simply unreadable.

“Yeah, I figured that,” you sassed, stepping toward him while tucking your hands in your coat pockets. “Thank you for… whatever that was, Mr…”

“Targaryen,” he proffered without a thought, his countenance still giving away zero emotion. “No matter, it seems you can handle yourself without anyone’s assistance. But it doesn’t always pay to confront people in London, your Dornish ways will make you a target here.”

You shook your head in disbelief. Was it that obvious you weren’t from around here? You glanced down at your outfit, wondering if this was a fashion-related remark. Do London women not usually dress so formal?

As you looked back up, the man paced toward you, but almost as if he aimed to walk right through you.

“Your attitude is a dead giveaway,” he muttered as he passed, striding along the platform and disappearing down a side corridor.

Drawing your bottom lip between your teeth as the silence on the platform deafened, the gravity of his words hit you. Perhaps you should have bitten your tongue, moved on, left the carriage without a word. What if your assailant travelled your way every morning at the same time? What if he had plans for you tomorrow morning?

You swallowed thickly, contemplating a call to the police that might cease your concerns altogether. Or it might also make you even more of a target, as the man so eloquently labelled you.

Suddenly, approaching footsteps and a stream of new commuters brought you back to your senses.

“Oh fuck,” you exclaimed to yourself, instantly aware that you would be late for your first day if you spent any longer on the platform. Gripping your handbag and swallowing your trepidation, you scurried in the man’s direction and headed into the unknown.

———

As first days go, yours was remarkably unremarkable. Introductions and office training blended into insignificance, often finding yourself drifting off into a daydream of your home. To you, the arid deserts of Dorne represented comfort, sand dunes whisking away every care you could possibly have in the world. Far from the blocky industrial landscape of the big city, where nothing works unless it’s digitised.

Your lunch break arrived all too late for your attention span, hurriedly retreating to the company’s enclosed garden to touch some perfectly manicured grass.

A buzz in your pocket signalled a notification’s arrival and you prized your phone free from its confines for the first time all day.

A local news article emerged in front of your eyes, blocks of text blurring beneath the headline:

Murder probe after death of man, 44, in Monday morning rush hour

You sucked in your cheeks. After all, that could have been you if your attacker had been less forgiving.

Scrolling down, the subheading read:

Police launch murder enquiry after man’s body found on tracks at Highgarden station

Your brows knitted together as you scrolled further, this time to a photo of a man with long, golden hair and a bushy beard to match.

Your attacker.

Your heart sank as you read on, one hand firing to clasp your mouth.

The Metropolitan police were called to Highgarden Underground Station after reports of a person struck by a train in the morning rush hour.

The man has been identified as 44-year-old Jason Lannister, Director of Casterly Rock Plc, which is widely reported as Highgarden’s most profitable enterprise and Lannister’s net worth reported as £2.9 billion.

Suddenly, it felt as if a train had also struck you. Not only was your attacker a billionaire, but also the director of the company you now worked for. Tears began to well in your eyes as your mind scurried around for answers — if he was as wealthy as they suggested, why was he taking the Tube that morning? Why would he attack his own employee?

A tidal wave of bile rose into your throat for the second time that day. Clenching your eyes shut for a moment, you forced them open to scan the article’s last paragraph:

With the death being treated as suspicious, the Metropolitan Police are appealing for witnesses that may have seen Mr Lannister this morning.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #hotd #ewan mitchell fanfiction #ewan mitchell #prince aemond #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fanfiction #ewan mitchell imagines #aemond targaryen fanfiction

106 notes · View notes

weaponizedalibi · 1 month

Text

Blah blah hazbin headcanons blah blah, theres much more I have to say in regards to lore but we can cross that bridge when we come to it!!! Also the skits where angel and Alastor are alive in the same time period and know each other are from me and my friend's AU called Headhunters!!!!!

#it will only let me post one video on this post for some reason #my art #hazbin hotel #alastor #angel dust #arackniss #molly hazbin hotel #mimsy hazbin hotel

70 notes · View notes

goldenqingxin · 3 months

Note

Dark Jercy who satisfies their desire to use their power by killing offenders.

just think about it.

The police of New York and California are horrified by the brutal lynching of unknown people, the murders began with strangulation and fracturing of the skull ending with throat slit to the chest and prolonged drowning.

And many other things that are simply impossible.

The dead were alive and most likely conscious when this happened.

Corpses look indescribably terrible, specialists with many years of experience, who just saw this, lock themselves in the bathroom for a long time and after a long conversation with psychologists.

Some glorify these vigilantes as cruel heroes and defenders, some despise them considering them calculating sadists.

No one will ever know who it was and no one will ever pay attention to a cute couple of students in love.

that sounds insanely cool honestly, like what would the mist show them? imagine literal physicists looking at the dead to figure out how in the world someone had 0% blood oxygen in broad daylight in like, NYC…

on that note though, i bring you wanted criminals:

whoever they’ve killed, it was for survival— but the way it happened made them both look like heartless murderers, so they’re on the run from everything (FBI, interpol, CIA). only a handful of detectives actually are on the case and those who researched long enough know that these boys have given the authorities the opportunity to dismantle multiple laundering fronts… so technically, instead of being wanted, they’re kinda being headhunted…

not coherent but whatever percy is wanted for, apply it to jason too. sprinkle some self defence, dark web or yakuza-esque stuff, and hoo antagonists and we’ve got the perfect unintentional mafia AU..

#percy jackson #jason grace #pjo #jercy #dark jason grace #dark percy #writing

69 notes · View notes

help-im-a-gay-fish · 1 year

Text

The assassins life

Coming back with the Mr and Mr x crossover, aka the Assassins Soul AU.

Here we have Nightmare and Killer back in the day, wayyyyyyy before the events that crossover with the movie. Back then Dream had nothing to do with nights work, and was a definition of naive. He was young, foolish, innocent, and nightmare looked after them.

After joining the military, Nightmare met Killer, a mysterious man who was there headhunting. He saw potential in Nightmare and offered him a different kind of work.

Nightmare was soon a prize member of the team of kill for hires, and could easily support his brother, who still at this point was struggling with finding work, or anything he was passionate about. Dream was very happy to help anyone and often fell for scams, luckily Night was bringing in a very good income.

Eventually Nightmare and Killer formed a romantic relationship and things were going well.

All until.

A cheating partner.

Gaslighting, toxicity, love bombing.

Originally innocent, it could cause anyone to snap. I guess it's true what they say about Twins being similar.

It's after this and Killer called into some favours to have everything cleaned up and all to be forgotten, and Dream was introduced to his brother's work.

Feeling a new sense of power and pride within himself...

Killer offered him an entry training position..

Original killer belongs to rahafwabas

Original nightmare and Dream by jokublog

Original shattered dream belongs to galacii

Based off of Darkcream by @zu-is-here

And the movie Mr and Mrs smith

Part 1

Part 2 (coming soon)

#undertale au #my art #undertale multiverse #shipping #sansest #sanscent #darkcream #assasins au #assasins soul au #mr and mrs smith au #mr and mrs smith cross over #mr and mr x #xunshine #nightmare x killer #nightkiller #tw blood #blood tw #and this the start #idk how many people really careeee but i wanted to do this!

244 notes · View notes

luckkythirt33n · 2 months

Text

me writing my Ineffable Restaurant human!AU fic and fitting in as many goomens, hospitality, biblical and British references and play on things as I can:

Here's a snippet:

The thrill of it all just got him riled up even further, steady hands crucifying Aziraphale up to the cold wall of the walk-in fridge causing him to gasp, ‘Oh my!’ he cried, Crowley nibbling away at his jaw and neck. Bodies flush together, faint panting and the presence of something he was ready to get on his knees for-

Suddenly, a blinding light, a ghostly figure stood before them.

‘Not to break up an intimate moment or anything, but a guest at table 216 wants to complain about the crepes.'

‘You wOT?!’ they rang out in unison chorus.

Michael smirked, she really did like them both, passionate about work, food and each other apparently. Crowley had been at Eden around 10 years and he was practically part of the furniture here since the birth of the place. People often assumed he co-owned the Parasian-style wine bar and eatery with Mr. Met At-Ron himself but it was all just whispers, he was headhunted at a large price specifically for his outstanding culinary skills; the ichor attitude came free of charge. ‘ Now please Crowley, if you will, free your little love puppy here so he may deal with it?’ Oh she was going to have a lot of fun with this one, within respect of course, this place would fall under if either of them got sacked. Plus, having the power to see both of them furiously blush and their usual composed selves evaporate into thin air with a few simple words was invigorating.

vigorously swatting away the writing block, it temps me but I say nah (fighting with all might)

#how many references and play ons is too many #good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #ineffable brainrot #crowley x aziraphale #human au #ao3 work in progress #ao3 writer #this is why im up till 4am every night

37 notes · View notes

fuukonomiko · 13 days

Text

Blue Eye Samurai + W40k

WHEN TWO FANDOMS COLLIDE!!!! Goddess Fuuko in not-her-goddess form, as Fuuko the Headhunter, in charge of personnel acquisition of Blue Eye Samurai Taigen's AU Disaster PR Team crackfic. The question begs to be asked: Are her horns and wings real? No, not in this AU. She wears them to ward off paparazzi from her client. Also because she is so done. Is that her ex's skull? Not Konrad's of course, Emperor knows where that went to. IRL Fuuko-mun's former spouse? She wishes! Shoutout to @kaladinkholins for his brilliant idea :-) and waifu @lillyblogsmizu for existing.

#Warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #Fuuko #Goddess Fuuko #Goddess of Chaos #my OC #Goddess of Love Lust Avarice preservation Vengeance Pettiness Hoarding #Blue Eye Samurai #AU #taigen #taigen's pr team

20 notes · View notes

eleanorfenyxwrites · 11 months

Text

3zun-Centric One-Shots - MASTERPOST

These fics are either 3zun properly or else focus on one of the pairings within the ship. They're spread across multiple collections, including: Xiyao One-Shots, Prompt Fills, MXTX Reverse Trope Fest, Polyship Week 2022, and Polyship Week 2023.

XiYao:

Take Care Of Me - A quiet but important morning spent together on the run from the Wens (read it on tumblr: X)

Close Your Burning Eyes - Lan Xichen comforts Jin Guangyao the day after his birthday (read it on tumblr: X)

Bite The Hands That Feed - NSFW Dark, possessive Jin Guangyao and Lan Xichen who wants to give him anything he wants (mild body horror) (read it on tumblr: X)

Restraint - XiYao must part ways at the beginning of the Sunshot Campaign (inspired by art by littlesmartart) (read it on tumblr: X)

NieYao:

Sworn Protections - Canon divergence in which Jin Guangyao runs from Jinlintai and finds a reluctant home in Qinghe again (based on art by asparklethatisblue) (read it on tumblr: X)

War Manners - Meng Yao loses control of himself for one second and kisses Nie Mingjue on the battlefield during the Sunshot Campaign (read it on tumblr: X)

3zun:

Ring My Bell - NieLan watch Jin Guangyao do some rock climbing at a work retreat (read it on tumblr: X)

Professionally Unprofessional - NieLan compete to see who can headhunt Jin Guangyao away from his father first (read it on tumblr: X)

Performance Art - NSFW, based on the Hysterical Literature performance art project (read it on tumblr: X)

You'll Have To Trust Me - NieLan are injured on a nighthunt and need to rely on Jin Guangyao to get them to safety (inspired by a post by guqin-and-flute) (read it on tumblr: X)

The Shadow's Call - Hurt no comfort, Lan Xichen is in mourning long after canon is over, and fierce corpses NieYao come to claim what's theirs (inspired by a post by universesvisiting) (read it on tumblr: X)

Jaegers Are Not Meant For That - Pacific Rim AU where 3zun learn they're Drift Compatible and sort out their issues real quick in the Drift, written for the trope 'Communication' (read it on tumblr: X)

The Last Piece of a Really Shitty Puzzle - Reincarnation AU in which this isn't the first time they've all reincarnated together and Meng Yao's memories of other lifetimes come back when he sees Nie Mingjue, written for the trope 'Soulhates' (read it on tumblr: X)

Pull No Punches - married XiYao pick up Nie Mingjue as their third, written for the prompt 'Compersion/vee' (read it on tumblr: X)

Awkward and Uptight - broken-up NieYao hook up 'for Lan Xichen's sake' while they're snowed in at a hotel, written for the prompt 'Only one (big) bed' (read it on tumblr: X)

Starlight Within Will Guide - Android!Lan Xichen keeps watch over his beloved human crew as they sleep through deep space flight, written for the prompts 'Sci-fi AU' and 'Growing old' (read it on tumblr: X)

Looking For My Family - Meeting each other's families, with mixed success, written for the prompts 'Meet the family' and 'Domestic fluff' (read it on tumblr: X)

Cut From The Same - Reincarnation AU in which NieYao find themselves returning to a hard-to-reach shrine over and over again, unsure of what they're waiting for until they finally meet him, written for the prompt 'Soulmates' (inspired by a post and art by guqin-and-flute and littlesmartart) (read it on tumblr: X)

#the untamed fanfic #Masterpost #XiYao #NieYao #3zun #One-Shots

87 notes · View notes

professional-benaddict · 4 months

Text

💌 headhunted ❣️

by @winterspiderpurrs & @professional-benaddict

AO3 LINK

#headhunted au #baby purrs #my moodboards #my fics #starker #starkerstrange #strangespider #ironstrange

29 notes · View notes

kitxkatrp · 1 year

Text

Tag Dump 20

#{ Cheshire Cat: Dimension of Protection Canon-ish Verse }#{ Charlotte Baskerville: Protector of the Duchess AU }#{ Charlotte Baskerville: Princess of Lions Yakuza AU }#{ Oswald Baskerville: Wandering Phantom AU }#{ Oswald Baskerville: Bearer of the Tragedy AU }#{ Oswald Baskerville: Turn Back Time Canon-ish AU }#{ Oswald Baskerville: Head Executive of the Yakuza AU }#{ Miranda Barma: Hunter of Heads Chain!AU }#{ Miranda Barma: The Yakuza’s Headhunter AU }#{ Sharon Rainsworth: The Heir of Rainsworth Canon-ish Verse }#{ Sharon Rainsworth: The Mad Rogue AU }

0 notes

wisteriagoesvroom · 1 month

Note

say more about this casino situation…..

@supercollide jul girl ur up to bat, over to u lmaooo

my contribution to casino!gax au lore: max learned to count cards from a young age. grew up with his dad, dad was a deeply unscrupulous guy. put into scary situations too young etc. was not obviously good at school but smarter than most of the kids in his class. definitely ran some sort of trading cards cartel on the school yard by the time he was twelve. he has a surprising amount of knowledge about indycar strategy because, as strategist ruth buscombe says, race startegy usually shares the same fundamentals as poker. he is a millionaire but drives a beat up honda civic because he thinks it’s funny. his favourite drink is whatever the person next to him is buying because he gets a kick out of doing something out of pure chance and seeing what happens.

meanwhile george went to a state college for mathematics with a minor in security and defense. he got headhunted by several defense industry companies but decided to go into casino security cus he actually fancied being able to tell people what he does, and he likes the people side of it (read: dealing with weird personalities cus he is one too). george’s favourite game outside of casinos is monopoly because he likes to keep friendships but also come close to ruining them only in the confines of the game. the first time he sees max try to be shifty at one of his tables he experiences a huge rush because this is the one all his industry folks talk about. this is the guy. the legend of the circuits who doesn’t stay longer than two months at any known location. the guy who is known by a code name but is somehow never photographed or seen: the golden lion.

now, the lion is in his den. and george, despite the teasing he gets and the bullshit he puts up with, is a hunter.

that’s all i got chief.

#casino!gax au #party with the Gax ers #asks

18 notes · View notes

sanctum-of-ramshackle · 1 year

Text

“You got a name?” “Deadeye…”

[TWST AU]: In this timeline, there’s an MC/Yuu who is from the Valorant universe.

[Synopsis]: Agent!MC/Yuu is part of the Valorant Protocol and for some twisted reason, they get stuck in a world where magic actually exists.

[Gender Neutral MC/Yuu]

[TW]: Guns, near death experiences, only one death, and the use of Google Translate (because I never took French classes; I’m sorry in advanced for inaccurate translations).

[(A/N)]: I mentioned before that I already fell into the Valorant rabbit hole. I have also been listening to Odd Banker - Orch Compression on loop and it’s the same music used for the Chamber trailer. It fits his character so well!

[(A/N #2)]: For the alias I used in this AU came from a concept art before Chamber was announced and he originally was supposed to be Deadeye. Also I need to clarify their age is between 16-18 (Yes, that young for an agent).

youtube

MC/Yuu Fabron, a.k.a. Agent Deadeye, is another agent for the Valorant Protocol and is related to Chamber as they’re siblings. MC/Yuu is in their early-to-late teen years, and already they want to follow their brother’s footsteps as an agent and weapon designer.

Although the Fabron duo are great assets to the Protocol.

It was a tragedy for Agent Deadeye.

They were taken out during a mission gone wrong, but thanks to Sage, they are slowly recovering. Though there’s a problem: they’re in a comatose state.

It seems the young agent is out of commission until time would tell.

…

Now MC/Yuu Fabron, in their subconscious mind, fell somewhere and somehow got trapped into a weird world where magic actually exists.

The first time MC/Yuu came to Twisted Wonderland was when they almost shot Grim after being released from the confines of a coffin they were trapped inside.

Next, they shot at Crowley, nearly missing him by passing his ear.

Then after, both Crowley and Grim start running away from MC/Yuu.

Agent!MC/Yuu: *Chasing after the headmaster and Grim* I’m going to kill you for deceiving me! I know you Omega agents trapped me in a simulation to break me for intel!

Crowley: What are they talking about?!

Grim: How should I know?!!

When the two got to the ceremony, Crowley barely lock the doors but a card flies through the crack and incomes MC/Yuu teleporting inside the Mirror Chamber.

Everyone was surprised by the furious young agent.

Once they revealed themselves holding their Headhunter out, shit may go down.

Crowley: No no! Don’t shoot!

Agent!MC/Yuu: *Points their gun at Crowley* Give me a good reason why I shouldn’t. Ten seconds. Dix…Neuf…Huit…Sept…

Rook: Attendez un moment!

Agent!MC/Yuu: Huh? Tu parles français?

Rook: Oui. Please put your weapon down.

Agent!MC/Yuu: Why? I cannot trust anything here as it seems the enemies took me hostage and attempts to break me for sensitive information.

Rook: Enemies?

Agent!MC/Yuu: …You’re not the agents from the Omega Earth?

Rook: Omega Earth? What is this place you’re asking?

Agent!MC/Yuu: *Realization hits them hard* Oh, my god…

After the shenanigans calmed down and the ceremony continued smoothly, MC/Yuu was taken to Crowley’s office.

Inside of the room, the agent explains they’re part of a protocol with other agents like them and their goal is to prevent the Omega Earth and its doubles from stealing a material called Radianite.

Then it’s Crowley’s turn to explain they’re in Twisted Wonderland and they’re in Night Raven College, an All Boy’s school for magical academics.

Now that everything clears up, it seems Agent Deadeye has another mission: surviving back to school.

Also imagine these:

Rook and Deadeye are speaking French to each other!

Azul and Deadeye speaking Business to each other!

Vil/Cater and Deadeye speaking Good Taste/Insane Drip to each other!

[Chapter 3]

[The trio got anemones after signing contracts with the Octavinelle Dorm Leader.]

Agent!MC/Yuu: *Polishing their Headhunter*

Ace, Deuce, and Grim: MC/Yuu!!!

Agent!MC/Yuu: Merde! What happened to you three?

Deuce: We got dragged into a contract just to pass the exam.

Ace: Then these things popped out of nowhere.

Grim: Nyah! This is annoying! MC/Yuu, help us!

Agent!MC/Yuu: I refuse to help you, imbéciles. You brought this upon yourselves without knowing how business works and not studying beforehand. Even I passed without “magical knowledge.”

Grim: I sold our dorm too!

Agent!MC/Yuu: YOU WHAT?!!! How could you do such…*Groans in frustration* Keep it together, MC/Yuu. Remember what Vincent taught you. *Clears their throat* Where is this dealer who you signed contracts with?

Ace: The Octavinelle Dorm.

Deuce: We’re really sorry, MC/Yuu. We’ll pay for your Pain au chocolat as apologies.

Agent!MC/Yuu: Pour l'amour de...Fine, I’ll deal with that slimy businessman.

[Octavinelle Dorm]

[Monstro Lounge]

Agent!MC/Yuu: *Summons their card out and throws it to the room*

[It zips across the main dining hall through the crack of the double doors of the office. It was good as the Tweels didn’t notice.]

[Azul’s office]

Agent!MC/Yuu: *Teleports inside in front of Azul* Bonjour~

[(A/N): Don’t mind the gifs. I only used them to help visualize what actions MC/Yuu does.]

Azul: *Startled by their presence* Huh?!

Agent!MC/Yuu: Are you perhaps Azul Ashengrotto?

Azul: *Keeping his composure* I am. Who you may be?

Agent!MC/Yuu: Deadeye. *Taps their forearm, activating their markings to summon their sniper rifle* *Points it at Azul*

Azul: What the-?!! *Freaks out and falls back on his chair*

Agent!MC/Yuu: Say hello to Tour de Force 2.0. I need those contracts you scammed with the idiots from earlier.

Azul: *Freaking out* P-Put the gun down!

Agent!MC/Yuu: Don’t worry. I don’t waste my bullets on opportunists like you. Well, depending if you cross me.

Azul: What is it that you want?

Agent!MC/Yuu: I told you earlier: the contracts. Now that I have your attention, let’s talk about actual business.

[SPOILER: They actually got their idiot trio out of the contracts, which upsets Azul and still leads him to Overblot.]

[Pomefiore]

Vil: Your ink work and sense of fashion clash together.

Agent!MC/Yuu: Well I have good taste in everything~ Also these “tattoos” have functionalities that help me.

Vil: Is that so?

Agent!MC/Yuu: *Summons their Headhunter*

Vil: *Steps away*

Agent!MC/Yuu: Do not panic. The safety is on.

Vil: You need to be more careful pulling your weapons out.

Agent!MC/Yuu: Do not worry, my friend. I’m responsible of my possessions. Also, have you seen my Tour de Force 2.0?

[A bullet shattered a window and zips passed the two. In instinct, MC/Yuu got defensive and releases the safety off their Headhunter.]

Agent!MC/Yuu: Vil, get down now! Révèle-toi!

Rook: *Peeks through the broken window* Bonjour, Mon Trickster!

Agent!MC/Yuu: Rook? Put my sniper rifle down, now! That is not a toy you mess with! Do you know how much work I put into my beauty? Nobody touches my stuff!

[Chapter 6]

[S.T.Y.X.]

Agent!MC/Yuu: Oh, you want to play? Let’s play~ *Summons their Headhunter out and shoots at a Charon dead*

Epel: What the fuck?! You killed somebody!

Agent!MC/Yuu: It’s not my first time. Did you forget I’m an agent? Qualified to shoot?

Epel: NOT HERE!

Agent!MC/Yuu: Merde…Lets just get the boys, and I’ll face the one for kidnapping Grim.

Epel: What are ya gonna do?

Agent!MC/Yuu: Envoi de mes salutations à sa famille. *Reloads with more ammunition*

Rook: *Gasps* Mon Trickster!

I like to think that after everything Deadeye has gone through, they’re able to return to their home world.

Which is actually waking up from their comatose state.

Agent!MC/Yuu: Ow, my chest…Guys? Vincent?

You can imagine a sophisticated grown-ass man crying with relief after being notified that his little sibling woke up from recovery.

Chamber: MC/Yuu…You’re okay…

Agent!MC/Yuu: I’m alive. It’s just…I had the weirdest dream during my slumber.

As the young agent still has days to recover, they decided to return back to France for the time being.

It felt relaxing for them to stroll through the famous city of Love with many people filling the streets.

Then out of nowhere, someone bumps into them by accident.

???: Oh! I’m truly sorry for bumping into you.

Agent!MC/Yuu: No worries. Paris is a huge city-

They see a familiar face with bangs.

Agent!MC/Yuu: Rook?

✨[Reblogs helps creators and creates for more content]💫

256 notes · View notes

feldmanshome · 7 months

Text

City Of Dust - OP Modern!AU

Hi guys!

In the last few days one of the AU, which I post here, has become unexpectedly popular. I mean One Piece Modern!AU, of course, so I'm going to talk a little about it here.

I made this story with my best friend, Kago (she's a cool artist, check her blog @kagolag), but we work together only on LawLu part, so I'm the only one here who you can blame for the terrible approach to other stories in this AU.

As you can see, this AU is called 'City Of Dust'. It's modern story, where street bandits are instead of pirates, so most of the One Piece crews is gangs here. For example, we have Mugiwaras to talk about, yep? Luffy, of course, is boss. He lives with his brothers, Sabo (who's studying to become a lawyer) and Ace (who's one of the capo of Sira Hige's Gang), in an old hangar on the edge of town. They're young and poor, but they're family and they care for each other. Zoro is underboss - Luffy's loyal consigliere. His dad owned a Shinto Temple called Shimotsuki, and his mom was an underboss in a gang too. But Zoro lost his family when he was eight years old, and Mihawk found him in the Shimotsuki and got sole custody on him. So Zoro is a swordsman like Mihawk, has a motorbike like Mihawk, and, besides he's a bandit, he's headhunter like Mihawk. Sanji is a young chief in his own small eatery called All Blue. He's Zeff's beloved son and pupil, but Zeff forced him to leave Baratie so Sanji could pursue his own goals and create the best restaurant in the city.

Are these all characters you've already seen? No, I think you possibly saw Law, so I have to tell you about him too, right? Law is not a gang's boss, as you might expect. He works for Doflamingo as Corazon, but against his own will. He do it because Doflamingo holds his foster father, Rocinante, hostage. So Law follows all Doflamingo's orders to keep Cora safe. Law is a great surgeon, and he dreams of escaping with Cora-san, become free and spend his life as a regular doctor.

Unfortunately, all text content in this AU is written in Russian, but I will post drawings, scetches and concepts in English here, so you won't miss anything. And to find all of City Of Dust content in Tumblr you just need to check #OP_CityOfDust hashtag (you can click it under this post). If you have any questions about this AU, please, feel free to ask me about it in this blog. And thanks for your attention!

Если вы владеете русским или практикуете его, вы также можете получить больше информации и контента по этой AU в моём паблике, полистав стену или просто открыв обсуждение City Of Dust в разделах сообщества: https://vk.com/feldmans_home - там есть не только арты, но и ссылка на сборник с фанфиками в этом сеттинге. Приятного прочтения!

#OP_CityOfDust #one piece #monkey d luffy #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #lawlu #lulaw #lawluffy #donquixote corazon #donquixote rocinante #cora san #sanji x zoro #sanzo #zosan #sanzoro #zoro x sanji

27 notes · View notes