God bless the king 👑 ✨️

Honestly, God bless Casillero del Diablo for giving us this version of Pedro 🥰

How Did You Love 7

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Here we finally are back again with chapter 7! I know I’ve been doing day by day so far, but I think we’re gonna start seeing some skips because I would like to finish this story sometime in the next decade. (Just kidding. I’m aiming to have it finished by the end of this year.) 

Let me know who you want to see featured next chapter!

Also of note: the little village described is supposed to be Holly Village, Highgate, London. The restaurant is based on a real restaurant in that area.

Warnings: Swearing, feelings, Jack is far too charming, Ezra and Fox are conniving busybodies. 

Word count: 2.7k

After that, of course, you had to keep actual tabs on the days. This was day 4. (And that by itself was a little odd to think. That four days ago your life had been so different. That you had only known these men for four days. It was… honestly, it was a little freaky.) 

You spent the morning wavering between being listless and frantic. It was hard to reconcile everything, to know that you had to make a decision that would change the fates of others. You hadn’t found your happy medium yet, which is how you ended up organizing everything in the pantry and fridge. 

A knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts, and you went to go answer it. 

Jack stood on the other side, thumbs tucked into his belt loops, charming smile in place. 

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oh my goodness ! that ending ! 🙃

leave it to those guys to just burst open the door at that exact moment !

loving jack so far 🌼💛

so curious to see what happens next between all of them, & also finding out more about frankie !

How Did You Love 5

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Okay so I have been sitting on this chapter for a hot minute. I’m working on getting caught up with everything that’s actually done and ready to release into the world. So. We finally have an update! I’m sorry it’s taken so long. I hope Ezra and Thief are good enough to forgive me. 

Also of note: the little village described is supposed to be Holly Village, Highgate, London.

Warnings: swearing, brief allusions to loss, charming men, brief food porn. 

Word count: 2.5k

f!reader

A knock from the door finally prompted you to get out of bed, and you threw on a pair of jeans as you made your way to the front door. The knock came again, a little more insistent this time. 

You didn’t even bother asking who it was. Presumably it was one of the men, and that was fine. 

You pulled the door open to reveal Ezra, hair extra ruffled this morning, grinning for all the world like a very satisfied cat. He had two paper bags in one hand, and a carry-out drink tray in the other. 

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I've just been sitting here tonight hanging out with a lot of different comfort fics, coming back to ones I love & catching up on some new things too 💛

this one is a magical favorite that I think everyone should check out if they have a chance 💫

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The Proposition

He smirks to himself as he watches you slip between the displays that line his ground floor. You dart from one to the next, hiding in the shadows and avoiding anything that may alert anyone to your intrusion. He has to admit that you are good. Chances are anyone else would have missed the slight shift in the lighting or the rare tap of your foot. But he is not like everyone else and he sensed your presence the moment you slid through his window.

As you pull yourself flush against the back of a suit of armor, he begins to descend the stairs, purposely making each step thud loudly against the marble floor. “Well, well, well,” you freeze at the sound of his voice booming throughout the room. “It seems as if a sly little fox has found her way into the hen house. There is no point in hiding any longer. I have had my eye on you from the moment you set foot in my home.”

For a moment, the room is completely silent and still as not even a shadow moves within the darkness. But then, you slip out from behind the armor and plant yourself in a sliver of moonlight streaming in through the window. Your dark, stealthy attire still hides most of your features yet as you pull down the hood and black cloth covering your face, your haughty expression beams brightly even from across the room.

“If I am the fox, does that make you the hen?” you ask with a soft chuckle. “I was wondering how far you would let me get before calling me out. It’s not like I really tried to hide my presence.”

oh ! 🤗 I can already tell this is going to be so great ! 💕

How Did You Love 4

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Chapter 4! I had a lot of fun writing this one, and I hope you all have fun reading it. We’ve got some fun stuff here, as well as more hints.

Now, here is where I need your help. I have the first part of the next chapter written, but not more than that. So I want you to tell me who you want to see more of! (We do get more Ezra in the first part of the chapter, but I’ve got room for one more guy.) Let me know who you want to see more of or learn more about in this ‘verse! 

Also of note: the little village described is supposed to be Holly Village, Highgate, London.

Warnings: swearing, brief allusions to grief, depiction of illness, allusions to death.

Word count: 1.7k

f!reader

Dinner was once again in Jack’s house. Apparently that was becoming the dinner place. The table was once again laden with food. But this time Ezra expertly herded you into a chair by pulling it out for you, having already claimed the chair next to it. Marcus sat on your other side. 

You kind of hoped that stopped soon. You weren’t sure you enjoyed that part - it felt too much like being a shiny toy. 

There was a definite tension in the air tonight. You guessed that, much like yourself, the shock had worn off and they were feeling more on edge. You could only guess how weird this was for them: they’d been told they were in a different world, pulled from their own lives just before their death, and brought here. That alone would be a huge amount of stress to work through. The fact that they were all… not exactly dopplegangers, but very, very close? You couldn’t imagine. So you really couldn’t fault them for their tension. 

But you could possibly help to lighten it a little. 

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I am so intriguied ! I love how she somehow was able to have a vision or glimpse into Ezra's life on the green from before. I wonder if in her connection she will be able to have those experiences with all of them ! 🌼💛

& as for who to see more of in the next chapter -- maybe frankie ! he is my favorite besides ezra & marcus pike. 💫

really cool as always 🥰

How Did You Love 2

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Here we are with chapter 2! We're not really getting more answers this time, but we are getting more interaction. You will get answers eventually, I promise!

Also, Thief's nickname here was helped along by @ohheyitsokay who suggested a more casual nickname rather than a title, and I got clever with it.

Also of note: the little village described is supposed to be Holly Village, Highgate, London.

You get a chance to explore and talk with your new companions. Things go... Well, they go.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, consumption of alcohol, grief, some panic.

Word count: 1.9k

F!reader

For a moment you all just kind of… stared at each other. You were pretty sure you were still in shock, because things still weren’t quite registering properly.

“I need a drink,” cowboy hat muttered, and never had a drink sounded so appealing before.

“Seconded,” you muttered.

“Allow me, ma’am.” The cowboy held out his elbow for you with a charming grin that you were certain was just for show. But you appreciated it nonetheless, tucking your hand into his elbow. “We arrived a bit before you did,” he told you as he led the way into one of the houses. “I had a chance to do some poking around.”

“How much before me?” you asked, unable to help yourself.

“Well, depends,” cowboy said, pouring two generous drinks. He handed one to you with a wink and a smile. “I got here first, had a coupl’a hours before galaxy-person showed up.”

🥺 ! I could just picture all of them sitting around the table laughing & listening to Ezra's story, Frankie chuckling behind the covering of his hand, the familiar personalities of all the others. 💖 this is going to get interesting ! my heart is so ready. 👋 xo

How Did You Love 1

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Okay, here we go! First chapter of How Did You Love. I know I’ve been teasing about this for a bit, and I’m excited to get this up! This will be different from most of my other stories in one big way: I don’t know how this is going to go. I mean, I have a vague ending planned, and some events along the way, but the rest of it? 

Well, that’s where you come in. I want to hear from you. I want your opinions. I want to know who you root for, who you want to see more, who you’re booing, all of it. 

But I’m getting ahead of myself. You’ll understand more after this chapter. 

Also of note: The little village descriped is supposed to be Holly Village, Highgate, London.

You had lost… Everyone. Family. Friends. Everyone. Apparently, you weren’t supposed to. To make up for the mistake, the Universe presents you with a unique opportunity…

F!reader x unknown yet

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: Swearing, grief, mentions of loss, mentions of death, The Universe has a personality and they’re making it your problem. 

Chapter One

This was your first vacation since… everything. Since everything. You had gotten over the jitters and the nerves, and had been having fun touring London. 

But you still found yourself starting to make snarky comments to a friend who wasn’t there. Pointing out details to a parent who wasn’t there. Grumbling about backwards traffic patterns with a brother who wasn’t there. And your heart cracked a little every time you caught yourself at it. 

Today was a quiet day. You’d already hit the museums you wanted to see, and you still had a couple days in London before you were supposed to go to the Cotswolds. So, a quiet day wandering parks and residential areas. 

It was easier, in a way. This is not typically how you spent vacations, so you felt less unmoored. 

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oh my goodness ! I don't even know who I would choose ! 🥰 such a huge, comforting soft spot for Ezra, but also Frankie, & Marcus Pike definitely have a place in my heart.

phew 🌸 excited to read more. the best kind of dilemma. xo

Gotta Deal with the Devil

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Here we are! The last chapter of this. Well. The last main chapter. I’ve got the two planned side bits, and then we’ll see if anything else strikes my fancy. But this is it for the main story. This should answer most of your questions, but if you still have questions after this, let me know! 

Warnings: Language, some explanations, implied spice.

Thief x f!reader

Word count: 2.5k

In the end, the decision to go to your Thief was easy. He had always treated you well, he was kind to you, he’d taken care of you even when you didn’t need it…

And you loved him. That was a little factor, too. 

So the decision was easy. And he had said to plan to stay. To move home. 

So you planned for it. You spent a couple days packing up what you needed to take with you, filling a suitcase and a duffel bag. You boxed up some other possessions, things you treasured and didn’t want to live without, and sent those to his address. You donated some things, and left the remainder in the apartment. 

Either you’d be back to collect these things, or not. These were the things you could honestly go either way on. And you knew that you’d be well taken care of. 

There was that taken care of, then. You talked to your supervisor, essentially saying that there were some major changes coming up and that you’d need to work remote for a while. He agreed easily enough, concerned about your welfare but unwilling to push too hard to find out. 

There was another issue taken care of. 

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amazing in all the ways, loved every second of their story, just so good. ❤ xo

The Thief (Casillero del Diablo) x F!Reader

Not too much Thief fic out there, but this one was... VERY enjoyable, to say the least.

wow, I am speechless. 🙏💖

thank you so very much for leaving behind such a kind & thoughtful review of this story. I wasn't sure about how I felt about the whole thing at the time of writing, going back and forth with it a lot, & second guessing myself, so it means the world to know that someone out there really enjoyed it. thank you. ✨

I'm so glad you picked up on all the things I was going for here, your insight into the characters & the ongoing push & pull between them was spot on. Indulgence not only in the thiefs treasures & life of luxury, but also purely relishing in one another, a tender contrast throughout all the mounting tension.

I've read some really beautiful thief fics by some amazing writers here (tagged in the a/n), check them out if you can, theirs are definitely top notch reads ! 🌸 xo

Provenance

Writer Wednesday #31

Marcus Pike x Reader - Continuation of Procurement

Warnings: Flirting, Thievery, Slight magical elements

Wordcount: 1.1k

Notes: Here is my contribution to this week’s Writer Wednesday! Thank you to @autumnleaves1991-blog for the wonderful prompt this week!

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loving this crossover & all the nods to different pedro characters & their universes ! the thief & the wine, 'francisco' as his code name, starting things out at the bookshop then ending up here with marcus, really cool. 💕

Light It Up

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Here we are with part four! I’ve got one more chapter for certain to wrap this up, and then possibly two interludes/extras if people are interested. One is how the Thief handles the burglar from last chapter. And one is the spicy bits later in this chapter. If you wanna see those, let me know. 

Warnings: Some language, some spice (but nothing explicit), non-answers and talking around things.

Word count: 2k

It was four days before you saw your thief again. You went to work as usual, but you didn’t go home. Instead you stayed in the suite. You didn’t sleep well. At all. But you did the best you could, keeping yourself fed and hydrated and taking it easy as much as you could. 

Your thief let himself in silently while you were watching TV. You were attempting to relax, with mixed results. 

“Sweetheart?”

You jumped and slid off the couch. And then you popped back up, looking at him. “You’re back!" 

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I can't wait 🥰 this was amazing.

Have Any Interesting Dreams? (Thief x Locksmith 5)

Fandom: Casillero del Diablo Wine Commercials. You heard me.

Pairing: The Thief x f!reader (the locksmith)

Rating: T

Warnings: This might be confusing and I apologize for any pain it might cause. 

A/N: Okay. So there’s a lot of metaphorical walking forward while looking backward here and this installment certainly won’t make any sense on its own. There are a lot of references to little moments from the commercial and to previous chapters (especially 2: I Know You Can Do It, aka the opera heist). I took a lot of threads and decided to play with them until they ended up in knots. Apologies for any clunkiness you encounter; I stretched my skills to the limits here and things kinda derailed. But eff I had fun. Hope you do too.

The extended commercial is here.

The unintended Thief x Locksmith series is here:

Summary: It’s time to find out what your Thief wants from you, what the key is for, and you have nothing but your own smarts and his memories to light your path.

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When you arrive for breakfast, he’s already feasting on a scone with jam and cream, his plate piled generously with bacon and eggs, surrounded by a dozen covered dishes scattered all over the huge table at one end of the open hall. He hums an urgent note of acknowledgement when you approach, folding what he was reading and standing to pull out a chair for you.

“Good morning, Angel. What are you hungry for? Anything you want.”

As he pushes you into place, you scoff. “Anything I want? I doubt any of these cloches are hiding adequate answers.”

Bending over you to reach for the carafe, he places a kiss to your temple and speaks softly at your ear while he pours a cup for you, “Let’s start with coffee. Maybe some eggs.”

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absolutely incredible, such an intriguing, beautiful mystery that I enjoy getting lost in every time. 🌸 as I was hanging onto the edge of my seat, so much makes sense now that all the clues have come full circle ! perfect storytelling, so enjoyable to spend time amongst all the carefully laid details. just wow. no bs this series is effing amazing. xx ❤ ✨

Let Me Show You Around (Thief x Locksmith 4)

Fandom: Casillero del Diablo Wine Commercials. You heard me.

Pairing: The Thief x f!reader (the locksmith)

Rating: T

Warnings: There’s a demon. Light propositioning. Nudity. Over-indulgent prose.

A/N: So this all started out with a little soft story and then I just kept adding to it and somehow it’s become an unintended series. There’s no real structure–I sit down and just start writing and see what happens with these two. So if each installment feels wildly different than those before it, it’s because the Thief is my sandbox, my wild playtime, my “let’s fuck around and find out.” The only ingredients I have are what I see in the commercial footage to date and whatever I’ve written leading up to it, and this installment leans heavily on all of it.

The extended commercial is here.

The unintended Thief x Locksmith series is here:

Summary: A little backstory and a tour of the villa. Questions answered, unanswered, and unasked.

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“What the fuck are you doing, Hl;erf8-cdm?”

Everything churns through a lesser version of chronology as you enter the living room, time being pulled through cotton, the cricket song outside stretching from their chirps to sickening drones, and the bright flames of the candles on your coffee table are illuminating, but static, and give off no heat. 

It’s too late.

He turns at the sound of your voice–chestnut eyes already swirling to sable–and lunges for you. Your thief–not yet your thief–curses and pushes you back against the wall as a hot column of flames erupts from the book–your book, the book you stole–on the coffee table behind him, fountaining upwards and flowing over the ceiling, a perverted geyser of hellfire filling the space. His body presses on you, shielding you, his black-gloved hand reaching up to cover your eyes, “Don’t look,” you hear him think–not say–and you scream–

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the mystery surrounding one very dapper & devilish thief definitely has my heart, wow. ❤ amazing storytelling 👑

Burning Inside

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Part three of the Thief. I’ve got I think two more parts currently planned? And then depending I may or may not write more for these two. But for this chapter… here. Have a little hurt/comfort. As a treat. 

Warnings: Actual home burglary. Non-descriptive panic attack. Some persuasion. The Thief being the Thief. 

The Thief x f!reader

Word count: 2.1k

The last thing you expected when you got home one Wednesday night was to come home to glass scattered across your floor. You froze, your heart stuttering in your throat. 

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my heart 😭❤ ! loved this, but was also so scared for her at the same time ! 💫 at first I was thinking maybe he set the whole thing in motion just to be close to her? but even his gifts were stolen, & her grandmother's ring, so I don't think he would ever do that to her ! he doesn't seem like the type of thief to make a mess of things or leave a trail behind. I hope he finds whoever did this to her !

so good as always ✨ (& sorry for long comments 🌸)

I Have Found Comfort in Someone

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Here we are with part two of the Thief! I’ve got at least two more parts to this planned, with potentially more coming as we get more material and/or as the muse (and my enablers) strike me. 

Warnings: Breaking and entering. Mild jump scare. Language? I feel like that should just be a default warning with me. Yearning. 

The Thief x f!reader

Word count: 1.6k

You hadn’t seen or heard from the thief in a month. But you weren’t worried - he’d been gone longer before. 

But you were surprised to find a note on your fridge one day after work. 

You haven’t changed your locks recently. I’m getting bored. We both know what happens when I get bored. 

You snorted at the note and scoured the kitchen to see if he’d left you anything else. 

Nothing in the kitchen. Well. Okay. 

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yes 🙏❤ ! sir please steal away all of our hearts phew ! 🌸 amazing.

Come With Me (Thief x Locksmith 3)

Fandom: Casillero del Diablo Wine Commercials. You heard me.

 Pairing: The Thief x f!reader (the locksmith)

Rating: T

A/N: This got away from me and I’m so sorry. This is part of an unintended series and you’ll probably want to read those first since they tie into this installment (linked below). The first two were written before the commercial aired…and once it did, we learned some things about the Thief that are coming into play here in this little bridge chapter.

Summary: You couldn’t get away from The Thief if you tried. Your history, your feelings, and a curse…all lead you back to him.

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The text is coming from a number you didn’t recognize, but it doesn’t matter, you know who it’s from. He never calls or communicates from the same number or email address twice, and yet, it carries a vibration, a tingle in the base of yourself that always lets you know.

You sigh as you peer at the screen, trying to blow out the flames of your heart on fire–not a good burn. It’s been over a month since the night at the opera and he’s been quiet as graves–complete incommunicado–until today.

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this is such an incredible story ❤ there were so many parts I enjoyed, swept away every time by a certain handsome thief 🍃 loving every second of this & also the video at the end was wonderful ! the tiny musical bird made me smile. xo 💫

Starring PEDRO PASCAL as The Worlds Greatest Thief