#thief reader

But you think it’s just because of his commitment issues and all the trauma he’s got because you think he’s fully aware that you are not a civilian.

Thinking about a Jason Todd whose girlfriends all look so much like you that it takes him hours of them ignoring him to realize he called them by your name.

Simon Riley - Medieval Au Part 2

Knight Simon Riley x Thief Reader

Tears stream down your face and your heart pounds out of your chest as he drags you inside of a cottage just out of town. You continue to beg him not to kill you, clutching at his wrist. He shuts the door behind him with a slam, and you choke out more sobs, he's gonna do something worse than kill you.

His grip loosens on the collar of your worn shirt, and he grabs your bicep instead. You finally start to notice that you aren't in the dungeons, and you are so confused. You glance around, eyes flickering over the room. He's brought you to his home, and by the looks of it, he is a very high ranking official.

Your sobs stop in a moment of confusion as he drags you by the arm to his washroom. It's a miniature bathhouse, you've only ever dreamed of such luxury. The floors are ornate, handmade tiles and you can smell all of the expensive soaps. He closes the washroom door and he sits you roughly against the wall, you start to cry again as he takes off his armor.

He removes his helmet last, and he is the most angelic person you've ever seen. It's ironic to even call him angelic after the treatment he has put you through in the last 20 minutes. He ignores your crying as he takes off his boots and rolls up his sleeves. You scramble away as he approaches you again.

His face betrays no emotion as he grabs you by you arm again. He sits you back in the original spot he had placed you in by the door.

“Don’t fucking move.” He lears at you, and he seems satisfied when you freeze in fear of his tone. He narrows his eyes and lets go of your arm. He goes to the corner on the other side of the door where he starts to warm up some water over a fire. It's a giant metal basin, and you shakily watch as he fills it up to the brim. He makes sure the fire is big enough to warm up the water. He glances back at you to make sure that you haven't moved.

After several minutes, steam starts to fill the small bathhouse, and the air gets warmer. You watch the man with wide eyes as he makes sure the water is warm enough, and he effortlessly bumps the basin into the porcelain bathtub in the middle of the room. He returns to the fire and refills the basin full of water, then he turns to you.

You begin to cry as he grabs you, he doesn’t seem to be as rough anymore. He shushes you as he takes off your shirt, and you scratch and fight him. He seems annoyed but he makes no comment as you try to fight him.

He pulls your trousers off as you cry and sob, begging him to not hurt you. He picks you up by your underarms and he plops you into the warm bathtub. You are shaking from fear, you've never had a warm bath before. The water is nice but not nice enough to fight off the thoughts of what he might do to you.

He looks over his several bottles of soap, you’ve never seen a bottle up close before. He decides on a green glass bottle, and he pops the cork off and he dumps the soap onto the top of your head and the rest into the warm bath water. He starts to scrub you clean, starting with your hair.

His movements are very firm, like he wants to scrub your skin off. You feel so vulnerable and exposed by his treatment of you.

“You're not as filthy as I thought’ you’d be..” He says to you, rinsing your hair out with a clay bowl and the warm water from the basin over the fire. He moves to scrub your arms with a rag and more soap from the green bottle. You finally notice how nice it smells, like wild mint and rosemary.

“Makes things easier for me.” He mutters the last part as he finishes cleaning you up. He picks you up out of the bath as you continue to sob quietly. He rinses you off with the clean and warm basin water. You feel goosebumps all over your body as the heat from the water quickly leaves you. You curl into a ball on the tiled floor and shake from the cold and the fear of the unknown.

He dries you off with a towel, and he wraps you in it. He picks you up and puts you back by the door. You shiver and try to cover yourself up more as you watch him empty the bathtub of dirt water. He pours the water outside his window using another large clay bowl as you dry off.

You can’t believe that this is happening to you. Is he going to sell you for money? Is that why he gave you a bath, so you could sell for more? You can only imagine, and the thoughts of horrible things seem to consume you.

Any takers?

Tell me these pics dont give the same vibe!!!!

Leshy

Being a master thief has gotten you surprisingly far in life, stealing things from berry seeds to bags of gold. Enough to comfortably get by. You're just very stealthy in all you do.

When you visited Darkwood for the first time, it was fairly easy sneaking around by using the trees and bushes as cover.

You were practically invisible to the average person and not even the Droppers noticed you.

Unfortunately, the worms beneath your feet sensed you wandering too close to Leshy's temple to their liking, being quick to inform their leader of your intrusion.

You ended up facing him, and his first accusation was that you were stealing for Lamb's cult.

Imagine his confusion when you respond with "who?"

He thinks you're playing dumb, though you sound dead serious when you claimed not to know who they were....nor did you know who he was.

"I am Bishop Leshy of Darkwood! Bearer of the chaotic Green Crown! Everyone in the Old Faith knows my name!" He boasts, thinking this will somehow jog your memory.

But the truth is that where you're from, the Old Faith's gospel didn't really latch onto your society. So you knew nothing of the bishops, nor their war with the Lamb's cult.

Your only interest is the price Leshy paid for that Green Crown.

Despite feeling insulted, he decides to let you go since you aren't allied with Lamb (plus as the youngest bishop he didn't rly know what to do with an outsider like yourself).

He only demands that you never returned, lest you be strung up in the trees or buried six feet under.

You just took some souvenirs in the form of gold nuggets and pretty little worm skulls for the journey home.

Kallamar

The worm's more paranoid brother, on the other hand, had his fair share of outsiders trying to weave their way into the cult...

Only to snatch up glowing crystal clusters and raid shipwrecks for treasures.

Midas was one such thief until he was banished for redistributing the treasures and acting like a "god of fortune" to clueless followers.

Anchordeep has a law forbidding followers from selling crystals for profit and trespassing onto shipwrecked areas.

In his realm, the punishment fits the crime as it consists of the accused's hands being infected with some disease--ranging from severe itching to boils....or even necrosis.

You're totally unaware of this law (not that you'd care about the law to begin with) and go about your thievery business like usual.

Somehow you avoided alerting Kallamar--even tricking him into falsely accusing others of stealing crystals--but he eventually found out and had you brought to his palace for interrogation.

Even though you tell him you've never heard of the Old Faith nor his laws, he's certain you're just making excuses.

"It's just common sense...you don't walk into someone's house and just take whatever you want!!" He snaps.

While he's generous not to punish you with necrosis or boils...your hands are left constantly itchy for several days, persisting even after you returned home emptyhanded. They ached and hurt all over.

You didn't realize you damn near scratched your own skin off until you noticed blood under your nails.

Heket

You'd think there wouldn't be much to steal in swampy, humid, smelly Anura. But you were quite wrong.

Back at home, your folks got shipments of menticide mushrooms (which are a delicacy as both a soup and, of course, hallucinogens).

They never got spores to grow their own supply, though, and lately Anura's trades have been lackluster.

So you decided to travel there and do some "charity work" with your master thief skills. Plus find a few keepsakes along the way.

Besides the mushrooms, nobody in your village knew much about this domain....nor were you aware of its arrogant amphibian ruler.

You were in cahoots with Sozo's followers, visiting their grotto and camping grounds, stealing heaps of shrooms for them in exchange for gold and tarot cards.

Ofc you'd pocket some of the spores for yourself.

Eventually your thievery was discovered after a Mushroomo accidentally sold you out to Heket while they were high, leading to her finding and interrogating you.

She blatantly accuses you of stealing for Lamb...but is taken aback when you admit to not knowing them, the bishops, or the Old Faith.

"Your folks have traded with Anurians for ages....yet you know not of our religion??"

"Some of the elders have, but none of your "doctrines" really stuck around for long."

Heket finds this revelation most puzzling, but in her confusion you flee her temple, and she barks at the guards to stop you.

Fortunately for you, no frog there could leap fast enough to keep up.

Shamura

Of all four rulers, this wise old spider had the greatest understanding that the Old Faith's gospel cannot touch every bit of land out there..

It's simply impossible for everyone in the world to know about it (let alone conform to its teachings) even if all their followers combined went on missionaries to spread the word.

That being said, they weren't completely alarmed when the bugs informed them that they caught an outsider--specifically a thief, aka you.

You were hoping to take some prized pieces of pottery and gold, but you got caught in a trap and busted big time.

Normally you're fearless, but being face-to-face with the Bishop of War while being webbed up in a silk cocoon (and seeing similar victims strung-up on the ceiling of the temple) had you scared shitless.

You were 100% convinced that Shamura was going to dissolve your guts into acid and feast on your corpse.

And yet...they spoke to you rather calmly, curious about your place of origin rather than angry over your thievery.

They ask you different things about your village, what religion it follows, how much it knows of the OF, etc.

Their followers kept reminding them that you're a criminal and should be prosecuted as such.

Eventually they do, but instead of death you're given a chance to earn your freedom by participating in a fighting pit.

Somehow you win and get to take all of the loser's money.

Lamb

First, they notice their offerings mysteriously vanishing from the shrines around the cult.

Then they realized all the gold bars made from their refineries were suddenly gone, the chests completely empty.

When they mentioned this during a sermon, half their followers are confused...while the other half began pointing fingers at each other and start arguing.

Lamb sees them accusing each other all the time of stealing, so he usually takes the accuser's word for it and puts the suspect in the pillory for a little while.

But things get messy as the problem continues and they're running out of materials to build pillories with.

They'd rather not be chastised by the One Who Waits for causing such discord in his cult, so they temporarily halt their crusades and investigate.

Eventually, Lamb discovers it's been you all along, but since you're a rat...for a moment they believed you were related to Ratau and Ratoo.

You don't know who tf they are..nor were you aware that you've been stealing from a cult.

Honestly, they're impressed that you managed to evade them for this long, but displeased with the fact your actions nearly tore apart their entire following.

Since you aren't affiliated with the Old Faith, they don't punish you harshly, yet want you to understand there's consequences.

Your sentence is community service for a day and apologizing to every follower.

Y/N and Doric walk into a nearby village...

They distribute money to the poor and elderly...

Doric: good job, you thief

Y/N: you're gonna have to be more specific. I'm a thief to a lot of things.

Doric: i'm just saying you did good today

Y/N: it wasn't exactly what I was hoping to steal. I was aiming for your heart.

Doric: (blushes) shut up

[ John Doe / Joker x Reader ]

Reader, a homeless thief, gets to stay at the abandoned subway where the Pact resides. John's the one to show him around.

🌈 || John Doe / Joker [Batman: The Telltale Series] 🌈 || ~1,4k words 🌈 || gender-neutral reader

TW: I don't know shit about Batman or DC I got interested in it purely because of Telltale's game. I'm weak for sweet men with mental issues. I was very surprised to see there's like no Joker x masc reader so I came to fix that. Which... still turned gender-neutral, curse my genderless writing. Well, I'm planning to write more, so this is kind of like a part one I guess. I wish I was better at nailing the character's behaviors but well, I can dream.

You took a few careful steps before seeing the full Old Five Points, the abandoned subway station with a woman wearing black and red clothes walking close behind you.

"Here we are!" She extended her arm to properly show you the place as her voice lightly echoed.

"Isn't it lovely?" Harley added after a while, judging your reaction with a carefree smirk.

Note: I took inspiration from a post made by @padmoonyfeorge of Reader having a bit of a Jack Sparrow personality. Although it isn't exactly what the post was asking for I did try to keep the concept in mind.

I do hope you all enjoy it, I had a lot of fun writing the concept.

“You are all probably wondering as to why have you all gathered here” Nick Fury spoke as he threw a large file on the round metal table that held the S.H.E.I.L.D insignia “when I tell you I want no complaints, no stupid question or I swear I will blow a fuse”

The team of avengers gave each other a look by stayed quiet, Fury walked over to some panels and started to tap on them as some holographic screens popped up showing photos and still videos waiting to be pressed play

“We have intel that say this individual, (Name) (Last Name) has been taken” he paused as the group started to read through some of the physical files and looking through it “She is notoriously known to have sticky fingers-”

Thor lifted a hand as if to say something but Fury sent a warning glare and asked if it was a stupid question, Loki who had quietly stood by his brother pulled his hand down giving him a look to say ‘keep your words to yourself’

“As I was saying, (Name) sticky fingers are infamously known to steal and weasel her way out of trouble” Fury popped up some security footage;

(Name) was at a bar of a popular underground chain of weapon, and drug trafficking. She was using her sexual appeal to get drinks as she seemed to analyze her surroundings. Looking up she smiled seeing the camera and gave a wave. Through the night she was drink slowly getting drunk her strut being messier as she stumbled slightly, from a distance there was a group of men conversing about business in a corner booth. The woman went back to the bar and ordered a round of shots to be sent to the men in the corner booth; the music was too loud but (Name) made a point to a sketchy group of men that were at the end of the bar.

The bartender gave the rounds of shots most commonly known as ‘blow jobs’ and the business men grew in rage as they stalked over to the sketchy men at the end of the bar. (Name) grabbed her scotch on the rocks and drank as she walked away as a fight broke out.

when the bar tender attempted to break up the fight and get security (Name) took her chance grabbing a tip jar behind the bar and dumping it in her purse. Walking away she downed her drink and made her way past a hall but stopped seeing the door to the cellar, and then she went in and wasn’t see after that.

Fury flipped to the alley camera and (Name) was seen with two bottles of old red win and a bottle of yellow rum. She walked out and a van came up and she stumbled in with a look of glee on her face.

“Why are we capturing a thief for? Isn’t that a job for the Police force?” Loki asked out with an arch of a brow

“Well our intel has said that in the past month (Name) had been taken with suspicion on planning a scheme against the S.H.E.I.L.D, so we need her captured and interrogated. We believe if she was taken a month ago, she is most likely working with them now” Fury warned them

“and why is that?” asked Steve “I mean for all we know she could be dead or being kept against her will”

“Mr Rodgers, she is notorious in getting out of tight situations…” agent Hill chirped up as she walked in “she had at least 40 wanted warrants by the police force in almost all 50 states”

“Impressive” came out from Loki lips as he smirked looking at more of her files now intrigued by her.

***

Time went on and they gathered some info on where she could be kept, they scoped out her many hideouts and hangouts even talked to her old crew who left her once she was taken, claiming to be ‘keeping to the code’. After some bribing, they managed to get the few suspects that may have taken (Name) almost two months back.

There was a few names that were not heard of to the Avengers. But they were glad there was no talk of HYDRA, which was a relief.

(Name) was in a room her hands cuffed behind her as she sat there. The room was so quiet that the ring of silence was driving her insane. She was tired but whenever she tried to sleep a man would come in throwing water on her to wake her up, she was interrogated non-stop occasionally being hit when she became too much with her snarky comments.

Sure she could of grabbed a bobby pin and paper clip from her back pocket and pick the lock on the simple cuffs but she was intrigued that the Avengers had caught wind of her whereabouts, (Name) was simply wanting for them to show up.

Just as she was about to close her eyes a man walked in and stood in front of her grabbed her face which jolted her to wake up but her surprised expression turned into a cheeky smile in a taunting way

“We have word that the Avengers have found us…you said you had no alliances with them” snarled the man shoving her head back and walking away from her

“Easy there tiger, almost got me a whiplash there” she chuckled as she looked at the man “but, I will say that I don’t have alliances with them. But I am wanted in almost all 50 states, and I’ve been radio silent and gone without a trace”

“But you’re just a thief, a pathetic petty criminal” hissed the man

“A criminal no less, but you forget I still what I want not what others wants” she smirked “so whatever it is you wanted to me steal for you, over my dead body”

“I might take that offer (Name)-” he started to pull out a gun

“Sir! They found us!” yelled a guard as they slammed the door open.

The Man took the library to save his own neck and leave (Name) tied up in the room. She started to call out to be let out only to receive no answer with a few swears she started to pick her lock.

The Avengers started move in by taking out some men and guards that had opened fire on them; Tony had asked Jarvis to run a scan through the building to find sight of (Name), as they waited for the scan detected Jarvis was going to conclude that (Name) most likely left the build. Until he stopped mid announcement to say she was making her way to the back exit

“Loki go out back” Tony called out so Loki could teleport and get her faster than the others who were still occupied with fighting.

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(Name) locked picked the door to get outback as the fight raged on; with a small celebration as she got it opened, she had gun fire trying to hit her. She flinched and moved away from the door and running away into a side room that was leading to the basement. She panicked looking around as she saw a high window that was just big enough for her fit through. She grabbed some rumble from the floor and threw it at the window.

Loki heard the glass break and made his way to see a woman in shambles shimming out clawing at grass. Loki waited ‘till she was standing to shoot her with an energy blast sending her across and knocking the window out of her, he walked up to her as she gasped with wide eyes

“Bugger…That hurt” she managed out before Loki came to view “…well you got me”

Loki stared at the moment with an arched brow as she held her hand up, he grabbed her form her shirt and pulled her up as he informed the team through an intercom earpiece that was more costumed to over the time he had joined the Avengers

“(Name) has been detained, ready when you are” Loki spoke as he grabbed some cuffs

“Kinky” (Name) mentioned with a smirk but yelped when Loki yanked her arms behind her back “easy love, I like it rough but my arms have been behind my back for about a month or so-”

“Two months…you’ve been gone for two months” Loki cut in

“Well then, easy with the goods” she smirked as Loki started to get annoyed with her comments “I’m pretty good with my hand, if you catch my drift”

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(Name) once again found themselves back in an interrogation room but at least her hands were in from of her, which was a heaven sent for her aching and stiff shoulders. She looked to the one-way mirror and called out

“Can I please get a drink. I’m dying here” (Name) called out “straight run would be nice or even scotch and make it a triple shot”

The avengers were in the room looking at her in shock by her attitude, but Tony decided that he was going to talk to her, and Loki wanted to accompany him to be someone some one who could let Tony know if she was lying or not which Tony agreed with.

The two walked in and Tony gave her the drink she practically order, Loki stayed standing and Tony sat down throwing his legs up as he snacked on some blue berries

“So (Name)…How did you find yourself getting ‘captured’?” Tony asked munching away

“Wrong place at the wrong time pissed drunk” (Name) smirked drinking her rum “mmm Cuban rum… mmm now we are talking”

Loki frowned as her mind seemed almost empty of Thoughts only to be ignited by the taste of her beverage, only then did he hear her thoughts of the delight of her rum

“and what did they want?” Tony asked “I mean I doubt they liked your company given the cut and bruises”

“They just don’t appreciate my charm” she laughed as her body was sober for the longest time being in captivity that she was becoming a lightweight

“Lady (Name) he asked you a question” Loki interjected with annoyance

“Mmmm? Oh yes!” she said giving a nod and another sip “well you see, love. They wanted me to steal something for them, I said no, they beat me up. They come back and ask again, I say no, more beatings and this went on for two months almost; from what I’m told. I heard conversations about you guys snooping around looking for me, hey got scared. I waited until you found me and whoop de do, we are here. I’m cuffed, you’re interrogating me and I’m here drinking a beautiful Cuban rum”

“Oh come on (Name). What did they want you to steal?” Tony not buying her ‘lie’

“I don’t know” she smirked as she leaned back in her seat “those detail seem more of a blur to me”

“…” Loki frowned as her thoughts became hazy the more, she drank, and she wasn’t even attempting to recall her memories “Tony I can’t get a read”

“Come on (Name) help us out here. What were you planning with these guys? Money, weapons, drugs even?” Tony asked

“Told ya already chief, it’s a blur what the first week” she laughed “I think? I don’t know”

“Loki do you think you could you know” Tony asked slapping a hand to his forehead.

Before (Name) could grasp what was going on she felt a cold hand on her forehead as her eyes rolled back as a gasp came out from her lips, her drink shattered on the floor.

Loki could make out the memories the moment she was taken, beaten then saved and up to date. They were a little hazy, but he was able to tap into her thoughts whilst forcing her to relive the memories. Loki saw how she resisted against them when hey pressed her to give into their proposition; steal shield weapons to return to Hydra. Loki was about to assume she was lying until the vision of (Name) declining and head butting the person; I would rather die than steal something for HYDRA, I have my morals and I am highly against genocide and killing.

Loki dwelled longer as she heard the conversations of the Avengers catching lead on them, Tony’s voice was muffled as Loki searched more and once he found she was speaking the truth he felt a kick to his gut bringing him away from his search. Loki smacked onto the one-way mirror with a gasp as he was in her mind too long; Tony had an arm out with the forearm amour of his ironman suite ready and aimed at her.

(Name) was panting heavily but cried out when she saw her drink smashed and split on the floor

“MY RUM!!”

“Loki you good?” Tony asked as the Asgardian gave a nod

“You were telling the truth” He panted heavily “well partly…”

Tony looked at him to continue “She…she remembers what they were asking her… they wanted to steal S.H.E.I.L.D weapons that used to belong to HYDRA… she refused the offer”

“Yeah I tend to tell the truth a lot” she mentioned as she looked at them

Quan chi x Fem thief reader

I’m back! Here’s a fic that I finished up for you all. This has been in my drafts for like a week and I want to make a Quan Chi fic at some, so im experimenting with plot lines and stuff. (Also, the GIF is mine! Taken from MK legends Scorpions revenge)

The sorcerer Quan chi is pleasantly surprised when the theif of his amulet is brought to him on her knees.

A soft cry escaped s/o’s throat as she was roughly thrown to the marble floor below. Fire raged all around her, the smoke made her eyes burn and tear up. The chains wrapped around her torso, pinning her arms to her sides, they were hot and painful.

Two soulless red eyes stared down at her. S/o felt her blood go icy cold despite the hellish environment. A large green demon approached the pale man sitting on the throne in front of her. An outstretched claw offered him a skull shaped amulet. The man briskly took it before giving the demon a dismissive wave.

Somehow, when the creature left, s/o felt more endangered than before. “So, you’re the little rat who made off with my amulet?” The man mused, twirling the object between his fingers. “It doesn’t have much worth to me, or really any worth at all. It makes me wonder, out of everything you could have taken, why was this your choice?”