Author:vyduan Pairing: Jung Hoseok | Reader, Min Yoongi | Kim Seokjin, multiple pairings Genre: spy au, spy vs spy Rating:Mature Warning: extreme stupidity, guns, swearing, legal alcohol consumption, questionable legality of things, things go explody bang [AO3]
Summary:This series will follow the shenanigans of spy Jung Hoseok, his handler, Min Yoongi, spy you, and the rest of the gang gang mthafkrs!
1)An Economy of Words Masterlist[COMPLETE]:A spy v spy fic of epically stupid proportions featuring Jung Hoseok and his handler, Min Yoongi. Shenanigans and things that go boom ensue. Also, you are a mysterious spy of mysterious origins causing all the explody things so there’s that.
2)The Man, the Myth, the Sad Panda With a Beanie Masterlist[COMPLETE]:Picking up after “An Economy of Words,” the shenanigans continue as Min Yoongi runs his own agency and maybe, just maybe, finds love. Too bad that guy is the very loud and very angry Kim Seokjin.
@ficscafe AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH OMG!!! This is so awesome and I am so excited!! Thank you so much!! I appreciate you and the nominator!! (is nominator a word? I don’t know but I’m so grateful thank you!!)
Genre:fluff (???), a hint of angst (??????), I have no idea what this is I’m sorry
Summary:Your mission, most would say, is dangerous. Park Jimin even more. Not only because of how easy he seems to make someone else’s heart stop, but also from how easy it seems for him to drive you goddamn fucking crazy.
A/N:surprise I’m not dead??
Requesting~~ Jimin + Wine + okay so maybe something like, you’re both spies in disguise at a mafia boss’ blackmarket party or something and there are men hogging you but Jimin protects you?? thankiessss!!
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“You know, there are better ways to sabotage my mission than dragging me out to the dance floor, Park."
The words themselves leave through gritted teeth in the disguise of a smile, barely more than a whisper in the crowd of people surrounding you. Your hands clutch his tightly, your grip with enough strength to bruise. Still, the man before you pays you no attention- not even a twitch in his expression. If it weren’t for the strength of his hold, you’d fall for the illusion of his soft smile and dimples. As it is, you only feel annoyed.
"I wasn’t sabotaging you,” he says. “I was helping you not mess up your own mission.”
You scoff. “I was getting the intel directly from the target. I was minutes, if not seconds away from finishing my mission.”
“Oh, yeah,” he drawls- you see him roll his eyes and glare even harder at him, fuming under your breath even as he pulls you closer to him, just in time to dodge a passing waiter. “And you were seconds away from getting a bullet lodged into your head as well. Didn’t you see how his bodyguards were eyeing you up? They clearly knew you weren’t harmless.”
You purse your lips at that. “I’m not saying they would have, but if they did, I would have been able to handle them,” you mutter.
“That arrogance is going to get you hurt or worse, one of these days.”
“I didn’t graduate top of my class for nothing, Park.” You scowl, extremely tempted to step on his shoe at his remark. What did he think you were, a helpless baby? “Cut out the protective bullshit, will you? I’m strong enough on my own right. If my class records won’t prove that, my mission count will. I could’ve handled it.”
Huffing, you glare at him. “Really, why do you keep butting in anyway-”
You meet narrowed eyes as he suddenly tugs you close, and for a moment your heart skips at the serious look on his face. You prepare yourself for an argument, but-
“Put your hand on my shoulder, and your other with my hand.”
You comply without a thought, your hand meeting cold silk as you place them on him, the other meeting warm skin.
“Now lean in. Don’t look behind you. They’re looking right over at us.”
You shiver at the warmth of his breath on your ear- and when he leads you away from the edges of the crowd of guests and into the crowd of dancing partners, you can’t help but follow just as easily, swayed not only by the music, but by the feel of Jimin, all too alarmingly close to you. For all that Jimin is shades and shades of annoying, and endlessly frustrating, the man is a sensational dancer. Each move has you slipping further into the song, the dance, the feel of the very beat pulsing in the ballroom.
Not to mention just his cologne itself makes you want to bury your head into his suit.
You grimace- and then splutter as you feel a thumb tug your lips upwards.
“Such a grumpy look on your face all the time.”
“Shut it, Park,” you huff, even as your heart threatens to skyrocket at the intimate gesture. Damn it.
Sometimes you wish it wasn’t so easy for you to be affected.
Jimin’s laughter follows you, haunting you as he twirls you around, spinning you into his chest in time with the beat.
The warmth on your lower back as he pulls away makes you shiver- and you only hope he doesn’t notice.
“Are they still looking over?” You eventually ask, feeling yourself get swept up in the atmosphere.
You have a mission to do, you remind yourself. Now’s not the time for distractions.
He dances well, though.
“… No,” you eventually hear him say. “But don’t be reckless.”
“Besides, weren’t you supposed to just keep an eye on them?”
“You don’t know that,” you mutter under your breath- before yelping at a sudden dip.
Jimin’s eyes, up close and personal- they stare into you, his hold on you forcing you to meet his gaze. You stay that way for a few seconds- before you look away, unable to deal with the menace that is Park Jimin.
You hear him scoff, practically able to imagine the resulting smirk on his face.
A punch would look really well on his skin right now.
“Judging from your reaction, I’m right. Why do you like to keep on flirting with danger so much?” He chuckles. “Do youlike getting into trouble?”
“That has to be one of the most stupid questions I’ve ever heard, Park. You are aware that danger and trouble comes hand in hand with our line of work?”
“Certainly not as much as you seem to encounter, almost every time I see you.” You hear him laugh, for a moment. “If I didn’t know you any better, my dear, I’d say you were a masochist.”
You sigh.
“It’s not that I like getting into trouble, but the guy leading our operation is an idiot, alright?” You admit, albeit grumpily. “We can’t afford to make a mistake on this mission, or the people upstairs will really cut us off. This is a big matter.”
He looks down at you, curiosity plain in his eyes.
“And if you do pull it off, it will be enough to sew the mouths of the people in your bureau shut, and maybe give you a promotion?”
“… Well. Maybe.”
“Ever the workaholic,” he sighs, spinning you easily- tugging you close to his chest afterwards. You pinch his waist tight at the shit eating smirk on his face, really.
Not even taking into account the remark he says as he leans in close.
“This is why all of them run away from you, you know.”
You hiss. “You little shit.”
His chuckles fill the air in between you, and you stomp on his feet for good measure.
In return he tugs you close, close, closer, that the two of you somehow fit in between the dancing couples.
“For your information, I wouldn’t want to date a man who couldn’t handle me anyway,” you say sharply, a discreet turn letting you poke his chest insistently. “So keep your remarks to yourself. If they ran away, they obviously didn’t deserve me.”
“But of course.” Jimin’s eyes, soft and sweet, curve into crescent moons, and you curse your heart yet again for beating a little too fast, a little too hard. “When did I say otherwise?”
“Har de har har,” you sarcastically deadpan.
At this point, the music in the ballroom has grown lighter, softer. The crowd of dancers around you thinning- something you barely notice, as Jimin easily draws you, keeps you into a world of your own.
And that’s why he’s dangerous.
As if to emphasize the situation at hand, the crackling sound near your ears snaps you out of your thoughts.
"YN, prepare yourself. It’s almost time to go.”
You purse your lips.
“… Alright.”
When Jimin pulls you to his side for the final time- the song transitioning into the next one, the next round of couples stepping foot on the dancefloor, it’s with a pout laced with disappointment, eyes pleading you to stay.
His fingers, trailing circles over yours raise goosebumps on your skin you’d rather never feel. Would rather you never have to learn to forget.
Park Jimin is poison laced in a pretty pink bow, and just a touch is enough for you to feel intoxicated- to want for more.
What else to expect from one of the top assassins, though?
“Time to leave?”
“Don’t say it like you’re genuinely sad to see me go,” you say purposefully in a annoyed tone, your voice low. “You can play with any girl you want in here after I’m gone.”
“How can they ever compare to you, though?”
Against your will, your heartbeat jumps at his words, at the honeyed tone, the sincerity you know is false but still can’t help longing after. Jimin’s eyes reflect only you and you hate, hate hate hate how so easily he makes the illusion of loving you so real. It makes you hope for things you know you shouldn’t.
“I’ll see you at Jeon’s party?”
You slightly avert your eyes away. “… maybe.”
“Good.”
It’s as you pass him by that you suddenly feel a finger trace over your neckline- then the cold, light weight of a necklace making itself all too well known. You splutter, turning back-
Jimin’s eyes, narrowed, but his lips curved into a smile meets yours.
“By the way, you shouldn’t talk to your targets like that anymore,” he murmurs, voice soft and a sigh in his words.
You can’t move- not when his attention, so focused on you, keeps you still. Jimin tilts his head, saccharine voice continuing. “Or to any men, for that matter. You see, it makes me…”
He leans in, and you can’t help but lean back in a daze, but his hand on your chin tilts you up. His lips briefly brush past your cheeks, a trail of warmth across your face, before you feel him whisper in your ear.
“… jealous.”
Your breath hitches at the warmth of him close, all too close and how the hell are you supposed to respond-?
“I just might have to destroy them if they really do touch you,” he croons. “So my darling YN, keep yourself safe, shall we?”
“I’ve got everything figured out, but you’ve got to be the one to help.” The leader of the group looked at his friend dead in the eye.
“No.” The ex-spy said, as he rolled his eyes, not allowing his friend, and tactician, to finish this sentence.
“Come on! It won’t cost you anything!” Another one of his friends claimed.
“No!” The grumpy man’s voice radiated finality. He wasn’t going to go back.
“You’re the only one of us who isn’t exactly known.” The redheaded woman said.
“I already said no! Now leave me alone.” The bite in his words didn’t go unnoticed by the others.
“Just hear him out!” His best friend begged, his eyes pleading.
“Fine. You’ve got thirty seconds.”
“28, a librarian. 3 cats, 3 dogs. From a rich family, had a hard childhood, hates the family. Single for 28 years of her life. Was in live once, when she was a kid. She’s our only way in. You’re the only one whose face isn’t plastered up on billboards, you’re the only one who can seduce her. ”
“What’s her name?”
“Y/N Y/L/N” He took the picture into his hands, looking at her. Her eyes seemed somewhat familiar to him. He didn’t know what could be familiar. She is just an ordinary librarian after all.
“Wait, where are we trying to get in this time, Stark?”
“The CIA.”
“Why?” He was suspicious. A CIA librarian is still just a librarian. He knew they are planning something, and that, since they desperately wanted him to participate, it was something big. Why would his friends, a bunch of scientists, actors, and rich kids, who have been leading the secret life of spies and criminals for ages, be up for THIS?
“There are some…unresolved businesses between me and them.”
“From your early hacking days?”
“Yes.”
“Alright. I’ll help.” He sighed.
“Welcome back, Spy Barnes!”
“Yeah. I’m back.”
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A/N: I’ve got exams until Friday, as soon as that passes, I’m posting as much as I can. I had to write it, since no one else did
Ship: Reylo | Rated: T | Complete | Chapters: 13 | 45097 words
When Rey Niima lands her first job with the FBI in the city of Coruscant, she meets an unexpected stranger on her first night in the city. This chance meeting becomes much more than meets the eye and Rey is unexpectedly thrown into a world of lies and intrigue which she, and her heart, were not prepared for.
So this is ticks so many of my boxes, I LOVE this fic!
A/N: Finally our work for this year’s @grishaversebigbang is here!!!! This has been waiting in our drafts for literally a year, and we finally get to throw it out for the whole zoyalai fandom to read. When @wafflesandkruge first came up with the 1960s spy au I literally went , that’s when I knew I was already sold. This was one of the best premises I know bc the vibesTM. Now we get to share it with y’all. I hope everyone would appreciate Tiff’s masterpiece of an au. It has all the tropes you could ask for. T-T
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Zoya Nazyalensky was left with no choice but to work for the organization that held her family’s fate in their hands. Even as she rose through the ranks and gained respect, failure was still inevitable. And when she happens to blow one crucial mission because of her poor judgment, the reputation she’d worked so hard to build crumbles to nothing.
Everything gets you in the end.
Nikolai Lantsov prided himself as an expert of “complicated acquisition”, until he was caught by the CIA and offered an ultimatum: work for them or spend his life behind bars. But after failing the last mission that would have finally let him walk free, his contract with them is extended.
The two spies are forced to work together to thwart a threat to world peace. Despite knowing it can only end in tragedy, they find their history pushing them dangerously close to each other again, even letting their bruised hearts hope that there could be something for them after all this.
The Boku No Hero Academia universe is a place where 80% of the population has developed a superpower known as a quirk (formerly meta) these superpowers took the world by storm and can be as simple as a slight colour change in hair to full-on superstrength capable of destroying cities. In many stories, we see Izuku Midoriya a quirkless boy be trampled on by society all the time and after being let down by the greatest hero in japan proceeds to show his strength and works to become the greatest hero the world has ever seen.
This is not that story, this is the story of shame, horror and chaos, a story where mistakes happen and people die from them, this is the side of the world people prefer to ignore and where starving families have to commit crimes to stay alive, where children are forced to steal and kill to be able to live. This is the story of how heroes must become villains for the sake of peace and where the government is not to be trusted.
