#phantom thief au

[pisceanpity]

hi. i never post anything anywhere so here’s a couple of doodles from over the past few months. follow me for inconsistent posts or to hear me ramble about dumb little gays if you’d like. 🫶

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Be my escape

Written for the @steddiemicrofic challenge, January 2024 edition

Prompt: hole, 404 words

Rated: M

Tags: Fantasy AU, Magic AU, Guard!Steve, Thief!Eddie, Imprisonment, Claustrophobia, Eddie Munson whump, Referenced sex

Notes: Set in the same universe as this one.

People call it the Hole.

That's not its actual name, of course. Steve thinks it fits, though.

He still remembers his last visit. He was just a boy, but his father - newly appointed Captain of the Royal Guard - insisted he come.

The journey was long and tedious, giant waves battering at their boat. When they reached the steel platform far off the coast, he was freezing and nauseous. And then came the descent.

He recalls the warden's boasts as the cage slid into the depths. The magic crystals keeping the structure deep under the ocean from caving in on itself. The intricate enchantments sealing away the inmates’ magic.

What he recalls even better is the moisture and the despair hanging in the stale air. The mounting pressure inside his skull the further down they went.

Today, he's Captain of the Guard himself, but the dread crawling up his spine as he glides downwards is still the same.

The name fits perfectly. This place is a hole. A hole under the sea where families like the Harringtons and the Carvers throw their enemies to rot.

Enemies like Eddie Munson.

As he stalks down the corridors, he wonders what he's doing. He should be glad Eddie got caught. The man is a criminal. A thief. The insufferable bane of his existence.

Didn't find him so insufferable the other night, a voice at the back of his mind gloats. Nor the way his body fit against yours, or the way his mouth felt on your-

He tells it to shut up. He doesn’t have time for this.

The inside of the cell is dark. A figure stirs upright on the metal cot against the wall.

“Finally,” croaks a voice. “Are you the manager of this fine establishment? I have a complaint. The room service sucks and I think there's rats in-"

“Oh, for fuck's sake,” Steve sets down his lantern and drops to his knees. “Shut up, will you?”

Silence.

Then …

“Stevie?”

A whisper, a plea.

“Told you not to call me that,” he huffs, already unlocking the shackles around too-skinny wrists. The second they fall away, there's hands in his hair, tracing the shape of his face.

“Shit,” Eddie breathes. “Why- Are you a dream?”

Steve snorts, pulls them both to their feet.

“Sure hope not. Imagine that'd make it difficult to bust you outta here. C'mon, we have no time to lose.”

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Part 3

So I texted @house-of-the-moving-image if I should write more Phantom Thief for this prompt, and they were like "funny you should ask, I just had this idea about a magic high-security prison called The Hole". 🤣

We've got the next bit all figured out already, but this was all I could fit into 404 words.

[fountain-of-oceanus]

save me phantom thief spive au

alt ver:

[wes-laye]

Detective Cyno and Phantom Thief Tighnari!

[artoile]

Phantom Thief Jamil AU feat. Ruggie and Ace.

(Yes Ace's cotsume is a combination of KID's and his ghostmari outfit. More AU notes under the cut)

Ruggie: A cat burglar from Sunset Savanna. Met Jamil when they targeted Sunset Savanna’s royal treasury simultaneously by pure happenstance. After being cornered by Leona’s countermeasures against burglary, they managed to escape by working together and relying on the other’s magic. Realising they could benefit from cooperation, they struck a business arrangement in which they execute heists together and split the spoils. Though they can hardly be considered “friends” given the constant suspicion, there’s still a level of camaraderie and understanding between them. Jamil typically masterminds the heists and Ruggie follows his instructions, but is frequently derailed by his own agenda and greed. They both lead their regular, day to day lives separately, but they’ll make the necessary arrangements to meet before executing a heist. After Octa is hired by the Asim family to investigate the thieves, Jamil moves strings for Ruggie to get a job at the pop-up lounge location and keep an eye on the fish. Unbeknownst to them both, Ruggie was already on Octa’s radar due to him robbing a safe in one of the Lounge’s branch locations in the past, but they agree to hire him in order to monitor his actions as well. Ruggie happens to enjoy his job at the lounge, and is a pretty competent worker, so Octa isn’t planning on getting rid of him…yet. (Keep your enemies close…)

Ace: A traditional phantom thief à la Kaitou KID. He currently works as an intern at a travelling circus from the Queendom of Roses where his older brother stars as the stage magician. He doesn’t have a leading role himself so he’s typically relegated to grunt work behind the scenes. He starts an undercover career as a phantom thief purely out of boredom and dissatisfaction with his current lot and does it for the thrill. His heists are performances that showcase his magic and sleight of hand skills. He’s well liked as a magician and there’s lots of speculation regarding his identity, which helps stroke his ego, but he has a tendency to overestimate himself and get in trouble. He publicly challenged Jamil to a heist, claiming he could steal Jamil’s target first. To the public eye, that appeared to be the case: Ace put on a flashy show…only to get trapped by him and Ruggie as he made his escape. Because of this, Jamil and Ruggie are aware of his civilian identity, but he isn’t aware of theirs. They allowed him to go and promised to keep his secret…in exchange for him providing assistance whenever requested. Jamil has been blackmailing him to act as bait for some time now, but it’s not like he’s able to refuse. Kalim frequents the circus whenever it visits the Scalding Sands, so the two have crossed paths normally without Ace knowing.

[astrojanus]

phantom thief dazai + detective chuuya my belovedest mayoi AU

[lunar-wandering]

It may be because I'm catching up on Detective Conan again, but imagine ShadowPeach in the Phantom Thief au flirting via their heist notices. No one else realizes what is happening except them and maybe MK and Red, who think this is either hilarious or a terrible idea.

HELSPDHFSKLGJLSKJFLSDJFS

NO YEAH THEY ABSOLUTELY DO THATHSDLFKJSLFJS

MK, reading Wukong's new heist notice for the first time: hey, Monkey King, why is there little extra flourishes in your heist notice this time?

Wukong: oh. uh. I uh, decided to just spice things up a little-

MK: why is there a heart in one of the letters

Wukong: ....

MK, finally deciphering the message: Monkey King. Monkey King.

Wukong: uh oh. the disapointed but not surprised tone. my least favourite tone.

MK: M o n k e y K i n g.

and then meanwhile with Macaque and Red Son, Red Son broke into laughter for like 5 minutes and then started pointing out all the flaws and mistakes and "this comparison here doesn't even make sense!!!!" because Macaque might be dramatic but his talents lie in improv, not pre-planned hinted messages

[toomanyplotbunnies-sendhelp]

MDZS Magic Kaito AU (funny?) Heist Scene:

Yiling Laozu (aka WWX): Ladies and gentlemen... - or better said "Gentlemen and gentlemen," for I see no ladies around on such a fine night - it is a pleasure to see you all again. *looks over at the angry policemen around, and his eyes land on Lan Wangji* Oho~ my dearest detective, you showed up! *looks around again pitifully* And yet I do not see your uncle here. May I inquire about his well being?

Lan Wangji: Hm.

Yiling Laozu, a bit more sofly: Oh... Then I wish your uncle speedy recovery. Getting a cold at his age must be tough.

Lan Wangji: Hm.

Yiling Laozu: Yes, yes. Don't worry, I am not making fun of your uncle. Please do tell him that heists without him are a bit too quiet for my liking, however. I do look forward to the next heist, at which he will hopefully participate.

Lan Wangji: Hm.

The (forgotten) police officers/police task force around them: What in the word is this conversation?

[saioumaarchive]

“Coming up with elaborate lies to tell on public transportation was one of life’s little joys, but today, his focus is on the pale and shivering Saihara as the driver’s tinny jazz music plays over the speakers. A sharp turn causes Saihara to collapse onto his side. But afterward, he doesn’t quite move back. Saihara remains pressed against him, head leaning onto his shoulder. Seeing the competent detective turned into some sort of ragdoll from the combination of overwork and cold… it’s a feeling he really doesn’t like. But at the same time… he doesn’t quite mind the weight of his body on his own.”

~ rannas, “what to do”

Here’s a fluffy hurt/comfort fic while we ride out the last of the winter season! “What to do” features Kokichi grappling with his feelings for Shuichi and his dedication to DICE and their cause. Tonight, Shuichi looks even more worn out than usual. Maybe Kokichi should make sure he gets home okay? Rannas beautifully combines the mutual pining of a Phantom Thief AU with the sweet domesticity of an established relationship sickfic to give Kokichi and Shuichi a glimpse of what could be. I love the way the author explores their mutual vulnerability, where each of them are torn between their duty and their deepening love, and the questions that arise as a result. What should either of them do now? Is it a mistake to get closer? How can both characters get a happy ending? Don’t forget to check out the rest of rannas’s library too!

Rated T 3,981 words, one-shot Posted 13 September 2021 ~ Mod Equinox

[whatsamatteratsu]

“You’re supposed to be protecting art, not destroying it!”

Plot for the phantom thief au!

Looks like Belphie is up to no good

[supremediceleader]

4/29/2022

[mnemov]

Uhhhhhhhh they’re stuck in my head now

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

To the victor the spoils

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 19

Prompt: Enemies to lovers

Rated: T

CW: light blood and violence; steamy kissing; very light dubcon if you squint (they're actually both super into it, I promise)

Tags: Fantasy AU; Magic AU; Guard!Steve; Thief!Eddie; Sexual tension; Flirting; Fighting; First kiss

Notes: Thought that kiss was hot in writing? Wait until you see it! @house-of-the-moving-image did an entire mini comic!

In the end, it’s just the two of them again. 

Steve jumps over another groaning pile of half-conscious guards and bursts out onto the roof, cold night air slapping him in the face and making the cape of his uniform whip. 

“Munson!” he barks. 

He is standing by the edge of the roof, a black cut-out against the starlit sky. As Steve stalks closer, he can see the smile curling at his lips, the amusement glinting in those dark eyes. 

“Stevie,” he greets, like they’re two acquaintances who’ve just met on the market square - not the new Captain of the Guard and the city’s most wanted criminal. “My, don’cha look strapping in the new get-up. Congrats, I bet daddy’s mighty proud.” 

“Shut it,” Steve growls, ignoring the way Eddie’s eyes linger on his golden breastplate, the way it makes a treacherous heat prickle at his neck. “Flattery will get you nowhere. Now give it back!” 

He jerks his head at the necklace clutched in one black-gloved hand. Eddie pouts. 

“Don’t wanna. It’s shiny.” 

Steve groans. It’s like talking to a five-year-old. A five-year old clad in black armor who’s versed in combat magic. 

“It is a priceless magic artifact that’s been in Lord Carver's family for generations-” 

“Yeah, and what a load of good they’ve done with it,” Eddie sneers. “High time it got into the hands of someone who actually knows what they’re doing.” 

“Oh, and that someone would be you?” 

“Look at you,” Eddie winks. “Pretty and clever. Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta-” 

“You’re not going anywhere!” Steve snaps. His sword slides out with a high, metallic sound. 

Eddie raises his hands. “Woah, big boy. Careful now, you don’t wanna-” 

Steve roars and lunges. 

Eddie skips out of reach, but not quite fast enough. A lock of curly hair floats to the ground. 

“Oh sweetheart, you're gonna regret this,” Eddie purrs. 

And all hell breaks loose. 

The air crackles with the taste of ozone, a blinding light erupts from the artifact, and Steve just barely manages to parry. Something whirrs through the air, glides off his blade and a sharp, hot pain explodes all over the side of his face. Something warm trickles down his cheek. 

“Hell yeah,” Eddie whoops and comes flying at him, giant shards of solid magic whirling around him, eyes eerily alight with their glow. “That's what I'm talking about!” 

The world blurs into a frenzy of movement and adrenaline. Attack and parry, dive for cover behind the towers and turrets and battlements of the roof, attack again. It’s almost comforting in its familiarity, this dance of theirs. Steve knows all of Eddie’s little quirks, the subtle twitches of his face that indicate his attacks before they actually come. They’ve done this so often, he can read him like an open book. 

The problem is, Eddie knows him just as intimately. Steve screams with rage, forces his aching limbs to go faster, harder, but it’s no use. Every blow that he tries to land, Eddie blocks, every twist and turn he makes, Eddie’s already there, always with that infuriating, dimpled grin, that amused little quirk of his brow. 

Until Steve’s foot lands on a wet patch of moss and he slips. 

It all goes so fast he has no time to be terrified - just feels the horrible sense of vertigo as the world tilts and the cobbled street jumps at him. Then, before he can so much as scream, there's arms wrapping around him and he's being hauled backwards, back pressed flush against another body. His blade goes clattering into the shadows.

“Whoops,” Eddie chuckles into his ear. Steve can feel his chest rising and falling with exertion, can feel his hot breath clouding against the shell of his ear. “Thought I told you not to fall for me.”

“Shut up,” he snaps, tries to struggle free, but Eddie has one arm around his chest, the other flush against the hollow of his throat, and he can't go anywhere. “Don’t give yourself too much credit.” 

“Oh, do I?" Eddie’s lips twitch into a smirk against the nape of his neck. “Then why were you holding back?” 

“Fuck you!” he grits out, but all it earns him is a low tut. “Now release me.”

“What, without a reward?” Eddie’s voice tingles down his spine, sweet and potent like poisoned mead. “You know how I am about pretty things. And you wouldn't wanna deny the victor his spoils, would you?” 

“Asshole!” Humiliation coils hot and heavy in Steve’s abdomen. “Stop joking and-” 

Eddie snarls against his ear. “I've told you a million times, honey. I'm not joking.” 

Steve’s world spins again, breath punched clean from his lungs as he is flipped around and slammed against the nearest wall. Eddie doesn’t leave him any time to recover, just surges in with a hungry growl and crashes their lips together. When Steve tries to struggle, he bites down on his bottom lip, uses the pained gasp it earns him to lick into his mouth. 

Someone moans, but it takes Eddie running his tongue over the roof of his mouth and pushing a leg between his thighs before the sound tumbles out again and Steve recognizes his own voice. They only break apart when they run out of air, both flushed and struggling for breath. 

And that is when the door to the roof slams open and Lord Carver and his men push through. 

“He went this way! Seize him!”

Eddie lets out an annoyed huff and leans in for one last peck against Steve’s lips. 

“Sorry, darling. Gotta go, y'know how it is. See you next time.” 

He steps out of his space and the night air hits Steve like a bucket of ice water. Eddie winks at him and steps over the edge of the roof. 

By the time Carver and his guards arrive, the night has long swallowed him.

Part 2

All my holiday drabbles

[latvian-spider]

Phantom Thief Sabrina Raincomprix

Originally Uploaded on DeviantArt as WinxPossible on May 17, 2020

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Original Description:

Another character designed to be a Phantom Thief. Not sure what exactly made me want to make this, but here we are: Sabrina Raincomprix from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir as a Phantom Thief of Hearts!

THE THIEF OUTFIT For part of Sabrina's Thief design I looked towards TwinklingCupcake's AU Sabrina's, specifically Psyche of the Compassion AU - you can see the influence in the shoulders and mask.

The boots and gloves...I tried to make it somewhat Sailor Senshi-ish (TC's got the headcanons that Sabrina's a magical girl fan).

The bottom part of the top/the skirt..Ruby Rose's battle skirt flashed briefly when I was scratching my head. I think it looks great with the rest.

The hood/cape part came more from I invision Sabrina might think of a rebellious outfit. Her dad is a cop, so, I don't know, I figured she'd see a hooded figure when envisioning a generic lawbreaker who is not completely evil. Like Robin Hood

THE WEAPONS Ranged: Colt Official Police - Makoto has a colt and her dad was a cop, so I figured same could apply to Sabrina

Melee: Spear - None of the canon Thieves have it and if Morgana can run around with a sword bigger than him somewhere on his person, then so can Sabrina, besides it's also got a good length, so it works

CODENAME I just want to cheat and use 'Psyche', but that's not very phantom thief-like, so I decided to go with 'Nymphe'.

It's just French for Nymph (Hey, who said Haru can be the only one with a French name?) and in the wikipedia page, it says that since medieval times people have been popularly associating or even confussing nymphs for fairies.

And since fairies tend to have butterfly wings and since the Hawk Moth (in the French dub Papillon) is butterfly themed, chances would be Thief!Sabrina could be seen as another Akuma (if you make it so that in this AU Persona Users of the P5 variety can also change to their Thief clothes and use their powers in the real world, though for not nearly as long as in the Metaverse (simply put: putting a cap on those godslaying abilities for the sake of the fair fight)).

There is also the Nymphaeaceae, commonly called Water Lillies. They are rather similar in appearance to the Lotus (though they are not the same breed of plant) and those symbolise purity, awakening, loyalty (different for each color of lotus), so it's a pretty nice codename in my opinion.

Huh, I wonder who'd win in a fight: a Persona User or a Miraculous Chosen? YOU DECIDE!

PERSONA AND SKILL Now, for an initial Persona, I have some troubles deciding on who. If you wanna go basic, Joan of Arc could do rather well - French, a well known heroine, could do rather well. If you wanna go more interesting, Jeanne de Valois-Saint-Rémy, an illegimitate descendand of the French Royal Family, a thief in her own right and helped destroy the French monarchy - now that sounds like a badass Persona! If you wanna go a bit more obscure, there is Baroness Troixmonde AKA Filibus, a mysterious burglar with an airship and with a secret identity.

As for her skills, I'm thinking Wind (Garu) or Psy, to fit her butterfly aesthetic.

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While the pose could be better, I still like this pic.

Though the background should have been darker, or a different shade entirely, hm...

[ink-blot-thoughts]

Okay big brain thought time:

Phantom thief Haikaveh AU.

Kaveh is a phantom thief who loves his dramatics and stealing from rich people. Is still hella in debt cause he gives away everything like the most sopping wet rag version of Robin Hood. Uses mad architecture knowledge to evaluate buildings. His arch nemesis? Detective Alhaitham.

Meanwhile, Dectective Alhaitham is a bored detective who will not be working overtime on this new thief case, thank you very much. Accidentally keeps foiling Kaveh's heists by running into him and Kaveh can't keep himself from arguing with him and getting caught by all the yelling. Hmm? Archnemesis? He has no time for such a ridiculous notion, besides, Kaveh practically catches himself, Alhaitham would much rather spend the time reading a good book.

[artoile]

For my Phantom Thief Jamil AU