#this is word vomit in the shape of a semi forming au in my head

[simeonsclavicle]

Little Games

spy au spy au spy au spy au

brain go brrr, I slammed this out in thirty minutes. COCKY gn!reader. Definitely talks too much and likes themselves a little too much. Enjoy!

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Being a cocky little shit was your strong suit, and as you flipped the dagger through your fingers with ease you merely leaned back in the chair. So many eyes watching you! How fun~

Sure being an ex spy from an enemy organization is what landed you in this situation, but you were an ex spy for a reason! You were looking for work, and as you put your legs up on the round glass desk, eyeing the men and uh, child, around it. You soaked in just how much your appearance was a shock to them. It was the pale man with white hair who made a move first, a rather concerning hum.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen. Please!” The hilt of your blade in your hand as you let your arms fall open casually. “I know, I got past your super secret library fake book door. Seriously, change the books, by the way. But I’ve come to help!” Oh it absolutely lit up your core to see the glares, the confusion, the- was the strawberry blond checking you out? You winked at him.

“I’m sorry and who are you?” Oh he definitely knew, you knew he knew, and he knew you knew he knew. But the black haired man did not back down, arms crossing over his chest, red eyes trained on you like daggers. The man at the head of the table looked away from you for only a moment to look at the man standing beside him, but his golden gaze returned to you soon after.

“Oh me? I’m about to become your very best friend.” Your legs were removed from the table, in favour of leaning forwards with a cheeky smile. You watched as he moved to open his mouth again but the tilt of your head and the quirk of your lip and he narrowed his eyes instead. “Truly, I’m just here to help. No strings at all. The last place became a bit of a bore, really..” You flipped the blade in your hand again.

“We don’t need a new member.” Ah the one with dark blue hair and white, he looked tired, maybe needed a nap, is that why he was so cranky? Because he needed a nap? You expected that from the child sitting approximately five feet away from you, but nevermind the semantics. You hummed, nodding your head slowly, but your smirk remained.

“Right none of you actually outright murder though. I mean you’ve got lime green boy over here who makes it look accidental and all that.” Your blade went into the scabbard on your hip, no more games. “You’re good, really. I admire your work. But it is boring.” You watched him scoff, averting his green gaze. The man in red, how gaudy, opened his mouth to speak but you spoke over him. Cocky, again, your whole personality. It had to be!

“Did you see those assholes in Russia? Polonium everywhere. You need a little pizzazz-”

“We don’t need pizzazz.”

“Okay, grouchy. Ya do.”

“Actually I like them, can we keep them?” The originally cranky one was on your side now, and that had the one with orange hair agreeing. Nice two for.. Ah shit you forgot to count, hold on.. Two out of twelve, ten more to go! What a small team.. These must be the head guys, but why the hell was there a child here..?

“They’ve shown great promise given they got through about fifteen different defenses just to steal Diavolo’s chair.” The man with the dark skin and really nice hair was more than amused by the situation. You turned in the big red wheely chair, giving him your best smile. The man with black hair sighed, but he was nudged gently by the man with red hair, maybe he was Diavolo? He did sit at the head.. Was there something more there though? You wanted to get hired just to find out.

The man with pale skin and white hair looked up from his phone. “It would seem they did leave the other organization. You’re a mercenary for hire now, correct?” He was quick! That was kinda hot actually.. Wow. But you eagerly nodded, sitting up a little straighter you clasped your hands on the glass table in front of you, eyes scanning the face of each and every person in the room besides you. So much to read, so much to learn.

“What’s your portfolio?” The man in red questioned, the man with the black hair momentarily looking like he just got betrayed. You hummed, pulling a file from your big coat, sliding it dramatically across the table. Pizzazz! It was pretty gruesome, you decided to instead inspect the room you were in. The room was dark, with just one big window behind you. Then again it was also hidden in a library of all places..

The blond with the ugly jacket was the one that recognized the photos first, all but pushing one of the other men, the tall lanky one with purple hair, out of the way just to get a closer look. He looked from the photos to you and then back at the photos and back. You smiled sympathetically. Haha they thought he was scary.

You were ruthless.

“No, I agree, let’s trial run them.” The blond stood straight, clearing his throat immediately afterwards. He knew some of these and they were chef’s kiss perfection in his little, darker, circles. Oh! Especially that one, that was a good one.. You watched as the man with black hair went through all the stages of grief, maybe that’s why his hair was starting to go grey? Nobody listened to him. Cute.

The strawberry blond from earlier nodded, clearly agreeing with the plan. That was five and a half, you could tell the pale white haired guy was also kinda keen on this by the way his grey eyes lit up all evil like. Of course spying was also good work too, but you were sure that he was evil. Positive about it. Or at least shady.

“I never introduced myself! How rude! I’m [Y/n]. An enforcer for the CRSS, or I was. Now let’s talk business, shall we?” You smiled, eyes glinting. “You don’t have one. That much is clear. But if you don’t start sending messages you’ll find yourselves in a world of hurt.” Your hands remained clasped, smile ever present. You knew a lot and the fact you weren’t dead already was a miracle, given your previous employers.

“My name is Diavolo. Welcome to the DDIS.”

#im not tagging this either #this is word vomit in the shape of a semi forming au in my head #Simeon's Understudy #i should sleep #based this off of my mc's personality because i will absolutely disappear to go write about him #like the oc loving fuck i am