#and the heist when the game happened took place at least a week before the end of the month

[shurisneakers]

harmless (iv)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, guns, mention of war, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: good evening i’ve never been to any of the places i mention in this series so dont come @ me

if you have any ideas for future inventions/evil plans, lemme know! i might actually end up using them 

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Previous Part || Series Masterlist

He spends the weekend doing nothing. It’s supposed to be relaxing. He finds it nauseatingly boring.

“No mini mission this week?” Steve asks him from across the couch. 

They’re supposed to be catching up on Star Wars but two prequels in and Bucky could feel himself lose his sanity. Anyone could present him with a random assortment of alphabets, call it a Star Wars species and he would have no reason not to believe them.

It’s not like he doesn’t like space. It’s just that he’s had enough of it and everything and everyone who came from it for the foreseeable future.

“No. Someone else is taking care of it.”

“Didn’t you volunteer for this?”

“I pulled myself out of the case.”

“I thought you were having fun.” 

Bucky’s head slowly turns to look at him. “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know,” Steve shrugged. “Looked like you were.”

Well, he wasn’t. He likes it here at home, glued to the TV. Popcorn beside him, sweatpants on. Refreshing, calming, slow, mundane, and Jesus Christ, so fucking boring-

His spiralling is interrupted by the dinging of the elevator to the common floor. No one was allowed up there unless it was extremely urgent. Guests were barely allowed into the Tower as it was. 

It reveals the receptionist from downstairs, Marie. She’s always a little reserved, a little shy. But Bucky had seen her chew and spit out trespassers or anyone who dared to get on her nerve. He adores her.

“Hey, Marie,” Steve says while Bucky sends her a friendly wave in greeting. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s a hostage situation downtown,” she informs them. 

“Okay...” Steve drawls, waiting for a reason why this was an Avengers level threat.

“They’ve asked for Mr. Barnes by name.” She makes a mention towards him.

Bucky sits up straight. Bits of popcorn fall off his chest. 

“What?”

“They said, and I quote-” she looks down at her notepad. “‘Tell that grumpy motherfucker that I’m waiting for him and that he’s not getting out of this so easily because we have come too far.’ End quote. They’ve also told me to include a kissing emoji. And a skull.”

Steve and he look at each other.

“Well?” Steve prods. 

Bucky sighs and gets up to go get ready.

The entrance of Chuck E. Cheese is more crowded than he’d ever seen. He wasn’t even sure he’d seen people in the store before. If there were, they probably only came up till his waist. 

There are a few journalists, a few policemen standing together outside. Whispers of confusion and curiosity reigned free. 

Bucky gently pushes his way to the front. He gets a nod from a police officer who opens the door for him after a quick briefing. 

The place is darker than it usually would be. A trademark, it seemed. The blinds are drawn shut and most of the light is coming through whatever sneaks in through the crack. 

“Hey, Barnes.” Your voice is muffled by a mask that looks suspiciously like it was made out of classroom craft supplies.

There’s a person in a loose chokehold in your hand with a gun pressed against his head. Once again it looks straight out of a cartoon, purple with round disks lining its barrel. 

“What’s all this now?” He gestures around monotonously. 

“A hostage situation. Didn’t you get the memo?”

“Got that part down, genius,” he bites back. “But why?”

“Fucker kept harassing me when I was walkin’ down the street.” 

The guy’s helpless gaze met Bucky. 

“Catcalling me, stalking me.” You tighten the grip you have on him. “Call me darlin’ one more time, you son of a bitch. I dare you.”

He wasn’t impressed with his pleading eyes. He kinda felt like he deserved it. 

“Why’d you do it here?” The bright colours were starting to give him a heading. “And where are the staff?”

“It’s symbolic, Bucky,” you emphasise, “He deserves to be among other rat bastards.”

Of course.

“The staff?” he asks again. 

“Gave them thirty bucks and told them to leave. I’m not a monster.”

“Right.” He doesn’t bother refuting you. “Why’d you call me here?”

“Dunno.” You shrug. “Thought it’d be fun. You having fun yet?”

You shake the guy you’re holding. He gives a small whimper. 

Bucky doesn’t want to stop you. He had chugged enough Respect Juice in his lifetime to know that this guy probably deserved a threat or two.

Hell, he’d even help but you were more than capable of handling this on your own.

“Listen,” he sighed. “As much as I’m sure he deserves it, this is technically illegal and I’m required to stop you.”

“Sorry sarge, I thought you weren’t interested in playing this stupid game with me,” you mock, voice dropping to imitate him.

“I’m not.” It wasn’t entirely true. One Saturday with Jar Jar Binks had convinced him otherwise.

“Okay, so before you leave, do me a favour and call Hawkeye. I hear he looks mighty fine when he’s annoyed.”

His face involuntarily scrunched up. You were going to replace him with Clint? Clint?

He probably took it more as an insult than he should have.

“I’m not doing that.” Bless his foul mouthed friend, but he was a little shit who was too sarcastic for his own good. At least twice a week he’d say something stupid to Bucky and then take out his hearing aids when he tried to argue back. 

“You’re leavin’ me with no options here,” you groaned, using your thumb to flip a switch. The gun looks like it powered up, lights along the side turning red.

If he let you have this, it’d be a bad look for the Avengers.

New York man dies in Chuck E. Cheese lone hostage situation, unable to be saved by same superhero who tried to fight Thanos with a machine gun.

“Tell ya what,” he says instead, “If you kill him, there won’t even be a slight chance that you’ll see me again.”

Your grip on the gun falters.

“If I let him go...”

“I might consider coming back next week.” He’s trying to spin it, make it look like he’s the one with the upper hand here. “But you gotta let him go.”

You search his face for any signs of dishonesty.

“Let him go or you’ll never see me again.” It sounds too much like Clint’s arguments with his dog who brought a live squirrel into the house. 

“Fine,” you relent, a glint in your eye. “but say goodbye to this fuckface.”

Before Bucky can open his mouth to shout in protest, you pull the trigger. The man clenches his eyes shut, face red.

He expects blood to be splatter across his face.

Nothing happens.

A barrage of bubbles floats into the room.

“I meant it literally,” you say, pushing him off you. “Say goodbye. He’s leaving.”

The man stumbles to the ground and Bucky doesn’t make any attempt to catch him. He scrambles to his knees, picking himself up and scurrying out the door to a hoard of reporters.

The door shuts behind him with the chime of a bell.

“You’re annoying,” Bucky states, giving a small sigh.

“I’m well aware of that.” You pull off the mask, wiping the sweat off your brow.

“Where is the agent assigned to your case?” 

“Dunno. Last I saw he was crying on the driveway of my lair. I just figured he’d pick himself up later so I left him there.”

Bucky’s nose twitches. 

“You weren’t actually going to kill him, were you.” He shrugs with his shoulder towards the door. It wasn’t a question, more a statement. He knew you wouldn’t. 

“I could have.”

“But you weren’t going to,” he repeats. 

“No,” you admit. “I wasn’t. But I’m glad to see you showed up.”

“You held someone hostage as leverage.”

“No, no. I held someone hostage and then asked to see you. They were completely unrelated.”

“You’re evil.”

“You jumped to conclusions,” you point out. “Would you like a trampoline next time? Maybe a pogo stick, you clown?”

He has a very real gun in his holster. His very real metal death arm aches to use it. 

“No one else agreed to come,” he deflects. 

“We both know that’s a lie. You were going to come back anyway.” You stuff the bubble gun back into the bag. “I’m deliciously irresistible.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Then beg.” You give him a smirk and he rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry, you win this round, sarge.”

He doesn’t say anything. He watches you remove your heist gear, revealing normal civilian clothes underneath.

You walk casually to the kitchen, intending to leave through the back door.

“But I can’t say I lost either.” You send him a wink before swiftly pushing open the door and leaving him behind.

He only watches you leave.

It doesn’t hit him until a few seconds later that he let a criminal out of his hands when there were several policemen and journalists outside.

He entertains the idea of chasing you down and handing you over. 

It takes him only a few seconds to decide that if they wanted you, they’d have to try themselves.

Next part 

[writingmyanxietyaway]

Confessions | El Profesor

Requested by anon:  can i request a lcdp imagine where the reader likes the professor and she confesses nights before the heist but he wants to stay true to his relationship rule so she is heartbroken so she doesn’t want to talk to him and when the heist comes she doesn’t eat and sleep and he gets really worried about her so he expresses his true feelings to her

Word count: 1.8k

Warning: mention of a gun, not eating/drinking, angst

Note: takes place in the first season! Hope you like it, enjoy! xx

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You were in a difficult position. On one hand you wanted to wait until everything was over. On the other hand you were unsure if you would make it out alive. You knew about his rule not to engage any relationships of any kind and he took it very seriously, but the thing was you absolutely him to death and you were willing to take that risk. So here you were, about to confess your feelings for him.

You waited until everyone had left the classroom and took a deep breath. You had clammy hands and you were lightly trembling. 

‘I- uhm.. Can I talk to you for a minute?’ you asked the Professor. He turned around, away from his chalkboard with raised eyebrows. His glasses had slipped down his nose a little, so he pushed them up. You found it adorable. Just like how he scrunched his nose whenever you talked to him.

‘Sure. Did I talk too fast or was I not clear about something?’ he stuttered. He instantly started doubting himself if he had indeed missed anything he was supposed to explain.

‘No, no. You were great. I just, uhm.. I kind of have something to tell you..’ you trailed off, ‘something personal.’

‘Bali, you know how I feel about sharing personal information. I specifically told you,’ he stated. Suddenly you felt incredible stupid. How did you think this was going to work when he clearly said he didn’t want any personal information shared?

‘I know.. I just want you to know something in case things go south. It doesn’t have to get in the way of your whole plan. If you don’t feel the same, we can just pretend it never happened.’ You waved your hand around, not really knowing what to do with your hands. ‘I just wanted you to know that I really like you. More than a friend or teacher, or whatever you are to me. I think you’re really handsome and nice. So, yeah..’ you spoke.

You couldn’t read his face. You saw somewhat of shock flash across his face, but you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

‘Well..? Am I just embarrassing myself or do you maybe feel the same? It doesn’t have to be a long answer. Just a yes or no is fine,’ you rambled. 

He looked at you, fumbled with his glasses and turned back to the chalkboard.

‘I’d rather had you hadn’t shared this. This makes it all a lot more complicated,’ he sighed and grabbed a piece of chalk. ‘Can I still trust you to complete your tasks?’

You frowned, feeling not only rejected but also very used at the same time.

‘I’m not asking you to marry me. I’m just asking if you might feel the same.. You don’t have to be so rude,’ your voice cracked. Sergio mentally slapped himself in the face for hurting you, but he had to.

‘You knew the rules. I told you not to share anything personal. Relationships make this all a lot more difficult. I cannot allow this to fail. I made those rules for a reason,’ he said. It was like a slap in the face. He didn’t even have the respect to tell you a) if he did or did not feel the same, but also b) to look you in the eye.

‘Yeah, you mentioned that, twice, but the least I deserve is an answer to my face. I guess that answers my question. Just forget I said anything.’

Obviously, that was impossible for the both of you. The next few days were awkward and very uncomfortable. You tried listening to everything The Professor was saying, but you couldn’t look at him. You did notice him staring at you once every while, making Berlin tease you and Denver tease him. You found it all very embarrassing and couldn’t wait until you were inside the bank to escape his face.

-

Everything went according to plan. You got in, locked everyone out and had now been inside for almost 2 days. You loved every part of it. The tension with Berlin got out of hand for a while, but soon after the storm blew over and you were back in the game.

‘Are you okay? You haven’t eaten since yesterday..’ Nairobi asked you, genuine concern written over her face. It was true. You weren’t hungry or thirsty so you hadn’t eaten. Usually you had a great appetite, but you couldn’t bring yourself to eat. Everyone noticed, though. Including Sergio. He noticed you were always wandering around the halls, not even sleeping. He was incredibly worried and felt like an idiot for behaving the way he did. He sat behind his computers, fidgeting with his hands, wanting to do something.

‘Yeah, fine. Just got a lot on my mind, is all,’ you nodded at her. She didn’t look convinced in the slightest, so she grabbed a sandwich and handed it to you.

‘I want this eaten in an hour. If you’ve not eaten it I will push it down your throat,’ she sternly told you. You chuckled.

‘Yes, mother.’

As soon as she left, you threw it back in the fridge. When you heard yelling in the hallway, you grabbed your weapon and braced yourself for what you would find. Berlin was obviously yelling loudly again, threatening to shoot Arturo. Same shit different day.

-

It was now two days later and you had eaten a little bit more than one sandwich since Nairobi basically forced you to eat. You looked a lot more tired, your energy level had dropped to -4 and you were phisically and mentally exhausted. You looked like shit, to say it lightly. Sergio had grown more and more worried, telling the others to keep an even closer eye on you.

‘Drop the gun,’ you told Berlin, who had his gun pointed at Denver. He only smirked. ‘Denver, you too. I’m not fucking around. We need each other. We can’t just keep shooting at one another just because we’re stressed. Think for once, damn it.’ You raised your voice gradually as you spoke.

Berlin raised his eyebrows at you. His eyes flickered from your gun to Denver, who was about to burst with anger. As you held out your gun, the strength in your arms weakened. You tried your best holding up the gun, but when you focussed on your arms, your vision got blurry. When you tried focussing your vision again, your arms started trembling.

‘Berlin, please,’ you sighed. Your mouth got incredibly dry all of a sudden and your speech turned more into slurs. You felt yourself getting weaker by the second and this child’s play cost too much of the little energy you had left. Denver quickly lowered his gun when he saw you sway back and forth.

‘Bali? Bali!’ You saw him rushing to you, just like Berlin before your vision turned completely black and you fell to the floor.

-

‘We told her to eat! It’s not our damn fault. She’s too stubborn to listen.’ 

Your hearing slowly came back before you could open your eyes. You felt someone hold your hand while someone else was on the phone.

‘No, of course not... Yes, we did that already. Shouldn’t be too long before she wakes up,’ the voice came closer, ‘I think she’s waking up, hold on.. Bali, honey, can you hear me?’ 

You nodded lightly before slowly opening your eyes. Moskú held the phone while Rio held your hand. You were in the office, laying on one of the couches. You had an IV in your arm and a bag of liquid hung next to the window. You waved to the camera in the corner, letting The Professor know you were in fact alive.

‘He wants to talk to you.. We’ll give you some privacy while you two talk. When you’re done, just give us a call,’ he smiled and handed you the phone.

‘Thank you, guys. For everything,’ you tried smiling, but you were still too weak. They gave you a kiss on the head and left to the hallway.

‘Starving yourself? Really?’ Was the first thing you heard when you held the phone to your ear. You groaned loudly.

‘No, I just wasn’t hungry. Adrenaline, probably,’ you muttered. ‘Why do you care anyway? It’s not like I’m any good use compared to the others.’

‘Are you serious? You and Berlin are the leaders of this entire plan, Bali. How could you be so stupid?! We need you and we need you alive. Too many people have died already, I can’t loose you too,’ he stuttered. You heard his jagged breath.

‘Are you done?’ you asked, not wanting to deal with his whining anymore.

‘I’m sorry..’ he sighed, ‘You scared me. I thought I was going to loose you, Y/N.’

Your breathing stopped for a second and you sat up. He never called anyone by their actual names. You didn’t even know he knew yours.

‘Why did you call me that?’ you asked, heart beating loudly in your chest. ‘You said no personal details or any information.’

‘I know.. I just had to know your name. God, I want to know everything about you. Your favourite breakfast, your favourite country, what your goals in life are.. I want to know it all. And that scares me. I’ve never had this urge to get to know someone as much as you. You’re perfect in every way and I almost lost you,’ he confessed. Your felt your heart flutter and you turned your head to look into the camera.

‘What are you saying?’ you asked him, hoping to finally hear want you’ve wanted to hear for the past two weeks.

‘I.. I like you. A lot. And I was too scared to tell you because I’ve never felt anything like this before for anyone. I was so rude to you and you don’t deserve that. Please forgive me?’ he asked hopefully. You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your lips.

‘Waffles with strawberries, kiwi’s and mango,’ you answered.

‘What?’ he asked, completely confused by your answer.

‘My favourite breakfast,’ you winked into the camera. You heard him let out a laugh on the other end of the line, making you smile as well.

‘So, who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?’ you whispered.

‘Sergio. Sergio Marquina.’

‘Nice to meet you Sergio. Now, get me out of here. I want to go to the beach.’

[gaaavin]

Hello I like your work and I was wondering if you could do Dom! Dutch x M!reader.

Like y/n was running from Colm and y/n got caught up in Dutch’s and Colm’s fewd. And Dutch edges y/n for answers of colm’s location, till y/n brakes and tells him. And y/n is stubborn as hell.

Idk if you feel comfortable with male x male and if you can’t write it, it’s ok😊

“Oh now come on, Colm! I ain’t a snitch! I didn’t give the law any information about your whereabouts. I’ve known you for ages – why would I betray you like that? I’ve always been loyal to you and you know it.” Your eyes wandered between Colm and Tom, another member of the O’Driscolls, who claimed to have seen you interchange information with some lawmen in a dark alley a few hours ago. For some reason, although you’ve known Colm for years by now, he didn’t believe you – but him – in this.

The three of you were gathered in an old cabin in the Cumberland Forest, which was quite frequently used by your gang as a hideout. He had ordered you to come there alone. Up until this very moment Colm had always trusted you, had never second-guessed you. Right now, though, he looked at you ready to send you straight into damnation. His eyes flicked between you and Tom and you could see the insecurity and uncertainty in them shining right through. You wanted to say something, defend yourself, but just as you opened your mouth to speak, Colm was quick to nip your efforts in the bud.

��Don’t – I know you’re lying. Tom wasn’t alone when he saw you back there. You tell me you ‘ain’t a snitch’” These rats! you thought to yourself. Colm spat out the last word with so much derogation, it made shivers run down your body. “And yet here you are telling me nothing but lies. Now, Y/N, you know what we do with traitors, don’t you?” You knew very well what exactly happened to people betraying Colm – you had seen him kill and torture so many people throughout the years because of failed jobs, falsely spied-out leads or other disobediences. One time, though, you had heard of Colm taking out his anger not directly on the concerning person, but where it actually hurt – their beloved significant other.

Dutch van der Linde, leader of the notorious van der Linde gang, whom you had met a few times before, was a good friend and business partner of Colm for quite some time. But this relationship turned eventually into a mortal hostility after Dutch had killed Colm’s brother. Colm of course sought revenge and wanted to snatch the most important thing away from Dutch – his partner Annabelle. Since then, the two gangs kept on living in an ongoing blood feud. So, you knew exactly what Colm was capable of.

Your gaze landed on Colm again, finally settling on his sliding-down hand. You had to act quickly, so you imitated his actions and pulled out your weapons, simultaneously jumping for the door and starting to shoot blindly behind you. You eventually jumped on your horse. “C’mon, we gotta leave, get outta here.” Your mare seemed to sense the urgency and ran as fast as it possibly could.

“To your good health, Arthur.” That voice sounded strangely familiar but where did you know it from? A few days had passed and you started to build a new life away from the O’Driscolls, away from your old way of living – or at least from the killing. You still stole and robbed to survive. Currently sitting on a bar stool, you turned your head slightly towards the source of noise and indeed, there he was – Dutch van der Linde. Your stares met for a brief moment, before you quickly turned around again. Goddammit!Leaving your old life behind you wasn’t as easy as you thought. Shortly after, you risked another glance. Did he recognize you? If so, he didn’t let it show. Better get going, you thought to yourself and stood up to head straight towards the door. Just as you stepped out of the saloon, you noticed movements behind you. Loudly whistling for your horse, you grew anxious. Did he know who you were – or better who you used to be?

Your mare trotted too slow for your liking through the streets and ultimately you two arrived in the open with no one around. The first thing you perceived were the hoofbeats. Was someone being chased? You turned around, but couldn’t see too much. It was already dark at night by now. The sounds got closer quickly, too quick for your mare to run away. The next thing you felt was a rope around your torso, quickly followed by the pain of falling down your horse. Damn, that hurt. “Got him, Dutch!” Whose voice was that again?

The ride on the back of the horse was anything but comfortable, especially hogtied, but soon you arrived in a camp. “Welcome to your new home. Hope you’re real happy here.” Dutch said with sarcasm in his voice. “Do you want me to make him talk?” The burly man said. You just couldn’t remember his name. Was it Alvin? No. Maybe Allan? “Oh no, Arthur. Now, all we’ll get is lies. Uncle, Mr. Williamson, tie this maggot up some place safe! We get him hungry, first.” His gaze landed on you again and burned into your eyes. “I got a saying, my friend. We shoot fellers as need shooting, save fellers as need saving and feed ‘em as need feeding. We’re gonna find out what you need.” Dutch turned to walk away, before continuing. “I can’t believe it! An O’Driscoll in my camp!”

Your capture happened almost a week ago and you grew more and more impatient. Nobody listened to you, gave you any food or even spared you a glance. It was frustrating, really. Right now, the sun was rising after another night being tied up and your whole body just hurt. You watched around camp and saw Dutch approach you with a devilish smirk. “O’Driscoll, you ready to talk?” He asked you, looked you up and down, clearly pleased with your current state. “How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not an O’Driscoll anymore. Goddammit! Screw this place! Screw your gang and most importantly, screw you, Dutch van der Linde! I’m never going to tell you anything. Even if I did have some information about where Colm could be, I’d never tell you, so leave me alone!” If your outburst surprised Dutch, he didn’t show it in the slightest. Instead, he stepped closer to you, his face now inches away from yours and his hand grabbing your cheek harshly. His voice threateningly low. “You’re going to talk. The only question is now, or after I’m done with you.”

Dutch took a few steps back from you, resulting in him standing now opposite of you. “If you don’t want to talk voluntary, I will have to help you.” You rolled your eyes, before answering sarcastically. “Oh please, what are you going to do? Kill me? I believe you need me alive, don’t you?” Dutch laughed quietly, shaking his head slightly. “Well, Mister, let me tell you that you won’t like what’s about to come.” He pulled out his revolver and emptied all but one bullet from it. “I’m going to show you some manners. We are going to play a nice little game. I’ll probably shoot you eventually, but up until then you have the opportunity save your own life.” You gulped audibly and your body grew tenser by the minute. His hand with the shiny revolver in it raised almost in slow motion, his finger twitching slightly on the trigger.

By now, you were sweating profusely. “So, Mister, do you have anything to say?” Dutch stared you dead in the eyes. “No, Mister van der Linde. I’ve got nothing to say.” Click. You flinched and waited for the pain, which oddly didn’t come. “Oh, how lucky you are to still be alive.” He said, before reloading his gun. “Changed your mind yet?” With the second possibility to get shot, you grew more and more nervous. Should you tell him what you knew? You did in fact have a few information, after all, Colm planned his heists and travels quite a bit in advance. Click.

“Still testing your luck I see?” Dutch was about to reload his gun again, but… “Okay, goddammit! I’ll tell you. Colm’s on the Hanging Dog Ranch right now with a dozen of his fellow gang members.” You almost screamed at him out of breath. “Why, thank you kindly. Wasn’t too hard, was it?” He smirked again satisfied, before leaving you tied up to find the others. “Boys, we’ve got work to do. Let’s go. John, Arthur, Charles, Micah, let’s ride! Bill, Javier, you too! Come on, let’s go!

A/N: Hiya! First off, thank you so much! I’m glad, you enjoy my other works. Sorry this took so long, I wanted to get the dialogue right. If you wanted something more in the nsft-ish-way let me know and I’ll gladly adapt it. Hope you enjoy!

[knoepfchen]

tulcea, 2018

a/n: the little art heist joe and nicky pull in this story actually happened, and the circumstances of the painting’s recovery are just strange enough to imagine it might have actually been them. for the purposes of this and the general story, this fic is set in 2019, immediately post-movie. a prequel of sorts to notre-dame and goussainville revisited.

After she’d seen Copley’s boards, Andy slept for three days.

On the first morning, Copley asked: “Is Andy up yet?”

He paused clearing away the table from breakfast as Nile stepped into the kitchen. She shook her head and took a slice of toast from him. They both shrugged.

On the second morning, Copley appeared in the doorway to their room.

“Should we wake her?” Nile looked up from the game she’d been playing on her phone. 36 hours was a long time to sleep.

“Is she having a nightmare?” Nicky’s voice drifted across the hallway.

Andy was still curled up on the bed in Copley’s guest bedroom. It looked like she hadn’t moved an inch since she’d gone to sleep two days before.

“Doesn’t look like it,” Nile said.

They let her sleep.

On the third morning, Nile hesitated at Andy’s bedside. It had been a hellish week by everyone’s standards, and on top of the betrayal by one of their closest friends, Andy was also recovering from a gunshot wound. Properly recovering, for the first time in so long. Did her body still know how to do that?

She found Joe and Nicky on the terrace, their hands wrapped around coffee mugs and what was left of one of Copley’s many daily newspapers on the bench between them. Nile had also wanted a coffee, but Copley had been in the kitchen, his questions inevitable.

“Andy’s still asleep,” Nile said as she sat on one of the deckchairs. She didn’t quite succeed in keeping the worry from her voice.

“It’s okay, Nile.” Nicky folded up the current affairs section he’d been reading and wordlessly offered her a sip from his coffee.

“Three days seems like a long time now, but it’s not all that much, once you’ve been alive that long,” Joe said. “You know how Andy told you to get some sleep while you can? ”

“Are you telling me Andy is just having the immortal equivalent of an afternoon nap right now?”

Nile knew she sounded sceptical. She didn’t even say what she really thought, which was that Andy wasn’t immortal anymore, and the days she could sleep away suddenly numbered.

Nicky smiled at her like he understood anyway. “We would wake her, if we had to.”

“She’s still Andy. A little reckless, but at the end of the day, the person who knows what’s best for Andy is usually… Andy,” Joe said.

“She’s still recovering. By the time she wakes up, she’ll be fine.”

And Nicky was right.

On the fourth day, Andy strolled into the kitchen like nothing had happened. With a spring in her step, Nile would have said, but that somehow didn’t feel appropriate for a 6,000-year-old.

“How are you feeling?” Copley asked her as Joe wordlessly pushed a mug into Andy’s hands.

“I'm good, thank you.” Andy lifted her shirt to reveal a bullet wound that was nearly healed. Whatever it was that made them immortal, it wasn’t fully gone from her system yet.

“That’s gonna be a nice scar, boss.” Joe smirked.

“You can start to collect them,” Nicky said. “Put your bronze trinket collection to shame.”

“They’re not trinkets.” Andy gently jostled him and turned to Copley. “What have you got for us?”

Copley cleared his throat. If he was surprised by the sudden turn of events, he knew better than to show it. Nile remembered that learning curve, at least.

“I’ve been doing some security checks on the safe houses you’ve told me about. Once I’ve procured new identity documents for all of you, I believe the best plan of action in the short-term is for you to stay in Europe.”

Andy nodded. “So, refugee crisis in the Mediterranean? Fighting populism?”

Nile held her breath. She was curious to learn what her first ‘real’ job as an immortal would be. But Copley only frowned.

“No, no, when I said you should stay in Europe, I thought that it is the best place for you to lay low while I erase recent traces of you online and establish proper security protocols at all your safe houses.”

“That’s not what I meant when I said ‘let’s get to work,’ Copley.” Andy set her mug down. “We’ve just taken a break, we’re not taking another so soon after.”

“Oh really, a break?” The timbre of Copley’s voice was slipping into sarcasm, but he had turned to Nicky and Joe. “All of you laying low for a year?”

To Nile’s surprise, Joe was looking slightly flustered.

“So the two ‘Dutch nationals’ who arrived at the Netherlands’ embassy in Romania last year to turn in a stolen Picasso, they were just two ordinary citizens who happened upon a painting, yes? They were not, say, two immortal men who’d been tracking the crime syndicate that had stolen the painting to Romania and decided to save what was left of them once the thieves started burning the others?”

Nicky’s ears were a bit redder than before, but he was still returning Copley gaze. “It was the right thing to do.”

Andy groaned. “You did Tulcea without me?”

“Sorry, boss.” Joe smiled sheepishly. “We had a lead while we were in the area, and your phone was off, so—”

“Unbelievable,” Andy muttered.

“Anyway,” Copley steered the conversation back on track. Nile would’ve preferred to hear more about the art heist. “Some of your safehouses have been breached. I will get you some new passports and once I can be reasonably certain that your closest safehouse is secure, I will give you to the go ahead to either clear out of them or establish a new security protocol there. Until you have a safe base, no more sneaky jobs, no more solo missions.”

Andy turned to Nile. Judging by her face, that was the first rule she was going to break.

But she only smiled at Copley. “Sure thing.”

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@persephonesveil uve enabled me (-:

heres some fun modern au young witcher hcs w geralt, eskel, and lambert but make it in ✨2021✨

(this is not polish deli au btw)

so.

-geralt and eskel are around 17 and lamberts around 16. theyve living with vesemir for around 4 years so they arent as afraid hes going to kick them out or abandon them as they were at the start, and while vesemirs glad they are more comfortable, it means hes in a house of bored teenagers in quarentine

-lambert has been in the midst of his emo teen phase, and if vesemir thought geralts was bad, this is 10x worse. he stomps everywhere and swears at everyone and in general is quite unpleasant. but on the bright side he at least helps vesemir in the kitchen (though hes not happy to do it) and keeps himself and his room relatively clean. its all vesemir can ask. he spends a lot of the time on the couch texting his not boyfriend aiden

-eskel has been working through some problems he found in his physics book for school, and for the better part of two weeks been trying to figure out the exact force to size ratio to make a catapult to launch one of geralts shoes over the house. with an actual catapult he made. vesemirs glad he at least is doing something academic. his room and state of cleanliness?? questionable, but to be fair he is building a 4ft catapult

-geralt has left his room maybe twice the whole quarentine and both times were to steal more sour cream and onion pringles. no one knows what he was doing in there, though vesemir knows its an absolute mess. fortunately, geralt seems to be getting tired of whatever he was doing, so vesemir hopes to see his face again

-anyway. eskel and geralt (when not in quarentine) are up to cause chaos at all times of the day, and despite geralt seeming shy, he is mainly the one who does the pranks, while eskel is the brains on the operation. however, as geralt has been in his room alone most of the time, eskel is getting bored, and its not like he can cause problems with lambert. for all his bitchyness, eskel knows hes terrified of getting on vesemirs bad side and is scared of what would happen should he really step out of line. eskel blames the man who once claimed to be lamberts father for that.

-so, eskel decides enough is enough and comes up with a plan to get geralt out of his room, and to get lambert doing something other than flirting with aiden.

-the plan isnt that complex, all it requires is a catapult. which eskel has completed. mostly. it still sometimes narrowly miss the window to vesemirs room. anyway, the plan is to launch something at where one of geralts wall is using something of lamberts, to make geralt mad at lambert, thus coming out of his room. or he'll steal geralts pringles and put them in lamberts room. he hasnt decided which plan he likes better.

-he eventually decides to steal the pringles. well, its not so much as decides as vesemir forcibly taking the catapult because he broke the window. either way, eskel realizes maybe his plan isnt as good as he thought.

-the problem? geralt wont fucking leave his room. eskel realizes he needs to cause a diversion, and thats what puzzles him for a week or so. if literally breaking a window doesnt get geralt to leave, he doesnt know what will.

-after a few weeks, his plan is set and ready. hes gonna make sure theres only two sour cream and onion pringles tins left, so when geralt goes out to get another thing of pringles, he knows there is only one left, so he'll tell vesemir to get more. vesemir will sigh and try to start a conservation, but will geralt flee before he does. thats when eskel gets to work. firstly, he knows that lamberts probably going to want to go to the store with vesemir (he hadnt left the house once since the start and it showed) and while he did that, he was going to steal the one tin of pringles left and put it in lamberts room. when lambert got home with vesemir, he would wait until vesemir and lambert couldnt see, and hide them in lamberts room. it was foolproof.

-so, the day of the heist rolls around and eskels so ready. everythings in place. geralt goes out to get his pringles. vesemir tries to talk to him. geralt ignores him after asking for more pringles. lambert overhears and begs vesemir to let him go. eskel steps in to convince vesemir. it doesnt take that much, to be honest, and off they go. eskel puts the pringles in lamberts room. when vesemir and lambert come back, they assume geralt took the last tin. eskel steals the rest of the pringles in the cabinet while lamberts in the bathroom. no one suspects a thing.

-it takes the next day for geralt to realize he has no pringles, and hes confused, because he knows lambert and vesemir went to the store, and he knows he asked for more. he even saw vesemir write it down on the grocery list! so he asks eskel, who he thinks would never touch his pringles.

-eskel, obviously, completely bullshits him and says he thought he saw them unpack them, and to maybe ask vesemir or lambert

-the pringles are currently in lamberts pants drawer. lambert doesnt know this yet.

-geralt goes to vesemir and asks, and vesemir shrugs and ignores him. two can play at the quiet game, and geralt scowls at him and goes to lambert

-lamberts like. what the fuck??? no i dont have ur pringles

-and geralt knows lambert ALSO really likes his pringles, and demands to check his room. he walks in and boom. there they are. in lamberts open pants drawer.

-"what the fuck?! why didnt you ask?"

-"i didnt fucking take them?? why the fuck would i take your fucking pringles?? how the fuck would i ask you haveng left your fucking shithole of a room in two months??"

-it gets worse, and geralts pissed bc lambert ""keeps lying to him"" and lamberts pissed bc he doesnt know what the hell geralts talking about, and vesemirs about to launch geralt using eskels catapult, and eskel??? he is no longer stuck in a quiet and boring house. hes content and just chilling

thank u for reading ik its long

[joysmercer]

Brooklyn Nine-Nine Season 7: A Timeline

Season 6 Finale: Wednesday, 5/8 to Wednesday, 5/15/2019

E1 (“MANHUNTER”): Thursday, 6/6/2019

E2 (“CAPTAIN KIM”): Friday, 6/7 to Monday, 6/10/2019

E3 (“PIMENTO”): Tuesday, 6/18 to Thursday, 6/20/2019 + Thursday, 6/27/2019

E4 (“THE JIMMY JAB GAMES II”): Friday, 6/21/2019

E5 (“DEBBIE”): Saturday, 6/22 to Sunday, 6/23/2019

E6 (“TRYING”): Monday, 6/24/19 to late January 2020  

E7 (“DING DONG”): Day 1 to Day 3, mid-March 2020

E8 (“THE TAKEBACK”):  Friday, 3/27 to Monday, 3/30/2020

E9 (“DILLMAN”): around 4/10/2020

E11 (“VALLOWEASTER”): Thursday, 10/31/2019 +  Friday, 2/14/2020 + Sunday, 4/12/2020 to Monday, 4/13/2020

E10 (“ADMIRAL PERALTA”): mid-May 2020 + around 6/17/2020 + Friday, 6/26 to Saturday, 6/27/2020

E12 (“RANSOM”): Day 1 to Day 3, mid-August 2020

E13 (“LIGHTS OUT”): Day 1, around 10/20/2020

explanations for the dates are under the cut!

Things to keep in mind:

The B/C-plots, for the most part, are not included in the calculation of the times here, because they rarely have the same number of days as the A-plot. 

I didn’t take weekends into consideration unless otherwise noted. There is a weekend squad, but we know that the regular detectives also sometimes work weekends (enough so that on more than one occasion, Holt has rewarded them with “weekends off”).

Time-stamps within the episode are used as guidelines, but not always as the rule, unless there is a specific number of days given.

7x01-early 7x06 all have to happen in June so that they can start The Amy Way in July. Please refer to 7x06 for the explanation for the dates on these episodes.

Season 6 Finale: 5/8-5/15/2019 

Has to start and end on a Wednesday; two or more weeks must pass until 7x02.

7x01:  6/6/2019

As per Amy's period in Trying, it has to be at the beginning of the month. 

Continuity: Since patrol cops spend “6 months on the same beat,” which Holt is still doing in December, assume that when Debbie says it’s his “first week on the job,” she means his current beat.

Continuity: her period technically is supposed to start somewhere between 6/2 and 6/7. Assume when she says it’s “late,” she means by just a few days. After all, for the July calendar to be accurate, it can’t be late by more than a week.

7x02: 6/7-6/10/2019

Day 1 – cold open // Day 2 – they meet Cpt. Kim // Day 3 – Party // Day 4 – last scene

Kim got an “email from two weeks ago” from Wunch. Cold-open is on 6/7, a Friday (because Rosa has the weekend off and, therefore, wouldn’t be there to meet Wunch on Day 2 of the episode). The timestamp on the last scene—Day 4—says that it's a Monday. 

7x03: 6/18-6/27/2019

Day 1, 6/18 - cold open

Day 2, 6/19 - visit Pimento’s doctor; Pimento spends the night at Charles’s

Day 3, 6/20 - HR seminar + Pimento in hospital

Day 10: “One Week Later” from Day 3.

Per the cold-open, Amy is ovulating during this episode. Also, Jimmy Jabs are on 6/21.

Continuity: The Masked Singer finale/premiere dates don’t make sense. But the contestant they mentioned didn’t even exist in season 1 of TMS, so it’s excusable.

Continuity: The last scene takes place during “Trying.” Roll with it.

7x04: 6/21/2019

14 days since Rosa last took a vacation—7x02—and a Friday because Amy skips a seminar that was probably wasn’t scheduled for a weekend.

Continuity: Rosa and Jocelyn had apparently been dating “a year” at this point. It was probably shorter than that.

Continuity: This episode most likely takes place before Trying: Jake mentions Amy being more, erm, adventurous now that they’re trying to conceive, and that doesn’t really fit in with the overly-scheduled sex UD-ing that was happening from July 2019 and onwards. Plus, the stress/potential injury that such a competition would bring definitely doesn’t fit in with The Amy Way.

7x05: 6/22-6/23/2019

Debbie steals the cocaine at end of 7x04; assume 7x05 is the day after. The final scene is the day after the rest of the episode.

Continuity: They mention Debbie’s journals from “this year,” and specify that they were written on “August 21.” Assume this means August 2018.

7x06: 6/24/19 - late January 2020  

On the calendars in the war room, “Menstruation” lasts about five days and starts around the 4th of every month; “Ovulation” starts around the 15th of every month and lasts about a week. Amy presumably took a pregnancy test at the very end of every month—not only were these scenes always followed by calendar flips, but she would have to take the tests at least two weeks after ovulation but before she got her period.

The calendar invites/The Jake Way happen in June—so Amy still has to be ovulating at the start of the episode—because they start The Amy Way in July. 

The Amy Way fails for the last time in December. The pregnancy test she takes before Hitchcock announces that his girlfriend is pregnant was late December (around 12/30). The next test she would take—the last scene in the episode—would be late January (around 1/30).

Assuming it isn’t a false positive (which is unlikely, considering her doctor would have double-checked this before putting her on fertility medication), the earliest she can get pregnant would be mid-February.

7x07: lasts about a week and ends mid-March 2020.

Has to be after 2/14 but before 4/12, based on Holt’s uniform changes in Valloweaster. 

It’s very likely that Amy’s just a few weeks pregnant here since she wasn’t suspicious at all until her doctor brought it up; if the hormones messed up her cycle a bit and she got pregnant mid to late-February, she was 3-4 weeks pregnant in this episode and wouldn’t have noticed until taking the test.

Continuity: I’m assuming that the “Ebola Doctor” was Craig Spencer. He contracted the virus in 2014, so “six years ago” makes sense.

7x08: 3/27-3/30/2020.

Since it’s Holt’s first day back, this episode is relatively soon after 7x07, but with a week or two in between to account for paperwork and official promotion procedures. 

Day 1: Friday (The bachelor’s party is over the weekend)

Day 2: Saturday (heist)

Judy’s friends were clearly arrested at nighttime, and that + the change of clothing indicates that Jake and the Judy’s had to have come home the next day.

Day 3: Sunday (Jake comes home)

Day 4: Monday (last scene)

Continuity: The screen on the computer that one of Judy’s men hacks into says “Last Login: March 27 2015.″ Since this episode obviously takes place in 2020, just ignore that.

7x09: ~4/10/2020

Earlier than June—Terry’s kids are still in school (Spring Semester). Also probably(?) a Friday, since Terry’s kids have a concert and it’s unlikely they’ll have one in the middle of the week.

The Friday before Easter (7x11) is April 10.

7x10: Mid-May 2020 (cold open), ~6/17/2020, 6/26/2020-6/27/2020

Cold-Open: pregnancy reveal and end of 1st trimester. 

Day 2: Jake tells his father that they’re having a sex-reveal party “Next Friday,” indicating two Fridays after this day. Therefore, this conversation happened around June 17, 2020 (The Wednesday that is approximately 18 weeks from mid-February).

Day 3: Friday, Day of the party (June 26)

Day 4: Amy finds out; day after Day 3 (June 27)

Continuity: The entirety of 7x11 takes place before this one.

7x11: 10/31/19, 2/14/20, and 4/12-4/13/2020

7x12: Day 1-Day 3, Mid-8/2020

Day 1: Cold Open

Day 2: find cheddar

Day 3: B- and C-plots end

Shakespeare in the Park is usually held in Prospect Park over the summer. Halfway between 7x10 and 7x13 is the end of August; I made it mid-August so it’s still technically “Summer.”

Continuity: Amy’s only 6 months pregnant in this episode and her baby shower is the weekend after. However, in season 5, Gina also had her baby shower at around 5/6 months, so this isn’t unusual for these characters. Plus, this is Amy we’re talking about—she probably had a registry ready to go within days of finding out about the pregnancy. 

7x13: Day 1, late-10/2020. 

The elevator expiry is listed as 12/20/2020 and it was inspected “4 months ago.” elevators in New York are inspected every 6 months, which means that the last inspection was 6/20/2020 and it is now (mid to late-)October. 

Later in the month (10/20/2020* or later) matches up with Amy getting pregnant in mid-February: her due-date would be mid-November, and it makes sense for her to start maternity leave about 3 weeks beforehand. 

Continuity: Amy going on leave so early explains why she didn’t have a maternity bag stashed somewhere in the precinct—we all know that she would have had one had she been working right up to her due date. Also, although Amy’s FOMOW would make her want to stay at the precinct right up until she gave birth, if her doctor recommended her to take rest earlier (which is likely, given how stressful/strenuous her job is…), she would have followed those orders properly.

Thank you to @feeisamarshmallow​ for talking through this with me!

* baby Mac could definitely be either a Libra or a Scorpio :)

[heartofwritiing]

Lies

Paring(s): slight!Actor!Mark x fem!reader, Darkiplier x fem!reader

a/n: #16 from this prompt list. “All he ever did was use you. Why can’t you see that? “

Ive changed this fic some many time and have been writing and editing it for WEEKS so here it is! Its really rough so please ignore any mistakes I had to edit this myself and If i missed something please just ignore it lol I just really wanted to get this out! This is my take on ending 31 from a heist with markiplier hope you enjoy! 

this wasn’t requested Im just in a angsty mood :/

Warning(s): Angst, crying and more angst.

The last thing I remember was walking down a hallway of portraits of people whose eyes were covered with a stripe of black paint. I kept receiving messages from an unknown number and when I reached the end of the hall the last painting had Mark standing on a staircase in a red robe that started peeling away then my vision went black. I felt sick, my head was pounding with pain and my body felt heavy. I opened my eyes to more darkness and ringing in my ears. two arms engulfed me into an embrace. I tried pushing away but I was too weak. Their voice went through my ears making me wince.

“Name?”

The voice turned into a hushed whisper, my hearing started coming back slowly making everything sound muffled.

“Please, can you hear me?” the voice pleaded.

My eyes slowly lifted open revealing nothing and I began to panic. Was I dead? No, don’t be dumb Name. The person said my name again pulling me from my thoughts and the gears in my head began to turn. I looked up and wanted to cry. Damien?

“Damien,” I whispered.

“He’s here darling,” he said reaching his hand up to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear, a gentle touch that made my cheeks warm up.

I was confused at his words and the way he had spoken, the tone of his voice seemed sad and hurt Dameins eyes searched mine. I had been quiet for a few minutes. I was trying to process how he was here.

“It's alright you're safe now” He smiles softly.

I think he could tell I was dazed and confused but what did he mean by safe? My head is aching, pounding pain shot through my brain as I tried to remember anything. This didn’t feel real and everything just felt hazy. It felt like a dream and I had to know if I was awake.

“Kiss me,” I blurt out.

  He seems shocked for a second probably thinking this wasn’t this time nor place to do this but I needed to feel him.

“I need to know this isn’t a dream or some fantasy of mine,” I tell him.

  Without another word, his hand reached down under my chin to tilt my head back up. His black soulless eyes connected with mine for a moment before he pressed his lips to mine. A knot formed in my stomach when he grabbed my hips bringing our bodies closer, my breath hitched, our lips brushing against each other made my head spin. I reached up to tug on his hair and he let out a breathy moan into my mouth. Pulling away our breaths mixed and his eyes were clouded with lust. This felt real. The feeling of his chilled lips was real. He was real.

  “Did that feel like a dream?” He breathed out. God. Butterflies were punching the inside of my stomach trying to break free. If I had the physical strength to lean up on my toes to kiss him again I would. All I could muster was a little nod, he chuckled

“I’ve got to get you away from here,” he spoke after a minute.

   Damien took my hand in his leading me through the nothingness and my mind began to race with questions. What was going on, I needed answers and I wasn't going to be pushed aside anymore. It has always been like this. I would forget everything and be dragged around by everyone and I was fed up with the games. I stopped and yanked my hand out of Damien’s grip. He turned to me, his face frowned pure confusion across his face.

“Name, I don’t have the time to explain-”

“No!” I shout. I was tired of being scared

“I want to know what's going on, no more lies or secrets Damien.” I was so frustrated, tears started welling up in my eyes.

   Damien sighed, clenching his fists, trying to suppress his anger. He walked closer to me and placed his hands on the sides of my face and everything turned white. Flashes of people, memories flooded through seeing a mansion and then a group of people playing poker. the night of Mark’s poker game, things went horribly wrong. The whole event was a trap in order for him to get revenge. I died. He took over my body, throwing my soul into a mirror and prisoning me for a hundred years. until Mark had found me and erased my memories replacing them with one of me and him together. Lastly, I saw how Damien became this new form he called himself Dark and that Damien was gone forever but he still had his memories.

   My vision returned to see Dark standing away from me now everything was coming back into my brain slowly. My mouth fell open and I remembered, Damien was the love of my life, and to hear that he was dead broke my heart. I started to cry again, grief, sadness, and anger rolled into one coming out as a sob. How could I forget?

“For all these years I thought you were gone,” His voice was trembling.

  I stared at him as he stood a few feet away from me, tears rolled down his grey cheeks and onto his white suit.

“I never forgave myself for killing you,”

  “I don’t understand why Mark would do all of this,” I said, but I understood it completely. I just didn’t want to accept the fact Mark became mad with jealousy and wanted to make William miserable.

  “He’s our friend. Friends would never do anything like this,” my bottom lip started quivering.

“He wouldn’t, he-”

   Dark said my name in a hushed whisper and grabbed my shoulders slightly causing me to look up at him as he began to speak.

  “I know it’s hard to understand any of this but, he’s been manipulating you, Making you forget everything, Forget me.” He said. “Mark is not a good person and I have to get you away from him.”

   I didn’t want to accept what Mark had done. Mark had been there for me when we were kids and always have been so close, I wanted to help him. Dark had explained that Mark’s mansion overtime began to host some sort of entity to put ideas into his head, and it conjured up this idea of getting all the people who wronged Mark together to get revenge. I wanted to help my friend even if he was being controlled. I could tell Dark was reading my thoughts. I could see it in his eyes, he clenched his jaw screwing his eyes shut.

He inhaled before he opened his mouth to speak.

  “You’re not actually considering helping him.” His teeth grit. “After what he’s done, to you, to all of us.” His voice raises and the light around his form pules red. I try not to think about it, maybe it was just this place or my eyes tricking me.

“He’s our friend, Damien,” I plead.

His jaw clenched.

“That’s not my name anymore,” He said bitterly.

  I was shocked at his words. He was angry with me, now I really knew Damien was gone.

   “ALL HE EVER DID WAS USE YOU. WHY CAN’T YOU SEE THAT!?!” Dark yelled, suddenly gripping my arms harshly.

   I jumped, the whole area around us shakes and feels like it's cracking, falling apart at his outburst. Darks aura was buzzing and glowing red showing off his anger and frustration. After a moment his body relaxed and his shoulders dropped, he mumbled an apology I barely heard and stood up straight. Dark struggled to stand when he fell backward suddenly, I grabbed his hands so he didn’t hit the ground trying to keep him on his feet but something was pulling to let my grip go.

  I squeaked when Dark fell back and yanked me with him, his back hit the floor with a thud that echoed and our chests collided. I groaned and slowly sat up on his thighs our hands still laced together as he sat up

  “Its Mark, he knows I’m with you,” His eyes stared into mine and I could’ve sworn for a moment that they shifted into a dark brown color. My heart swelled thinking that those were Damiens eyes looking through. “He’s trying to separate us again.”

  “I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry,” he spoke in a regretful tone. “This is the only way I’ll ever be able to see you again,” Dark lifted his hands to the sides of my head again, his eyelids closing in concentration. I was bracing myself for what was about to happen and soon sleep began to take over my body and my eyes fell closed.

~

  Dark cradled a unconscious Name against his chest stroking her hair every few seconds. He knew it made her calm even if she wasn’t conscious, he knew she could feel his presence and the feeling of his fingers in her hair. He sat there in the darkness like for the past hundred years being stuck in his own head. Names body began to disappear and Dark was alone; she was with Mark now and would be until he found her again. And could finally take her to a safe place forever. He looked up into the void, praying she would be safe soon.

~

  I stood in front of the museum beside Mark yawning and trying to fight my eyes shutting. I looked down at my timer watch and the numbers 2:30 am looked back at me. I looked down at my satchel and belt making sure I had all my tools and my grappling hook was secured to my hip. I sighed before turning to Mark to see him checking his equipment as well.

“Why are we doing this again?” I ask.

Mark’s head lifts to catch my eyes for a second then going back down.

  “You said you wanted to go on another adventure right?” He reminds me.

   A heist at almost three in the morning when I should have been asleep was not what I meant by going on a crazy adventurer. Going on a trip to Europe like we’ve always talked about maybe but not the local museum in the town we lived in. Mark said that what we were stealing had some importance to it so I was willing to help my friend out.

   “Yeah but I’m tired, you should have at least made me coffee before we left so I could actually function.” I scowl. He shakes his head and laughs. 

   Mark takes his grappling hook off his belt and walks towards the brick building raising his arm he pulls the trigger and the hook goes flying up and catching the ledge of the roof. I do the same and we both walk up the side of the building tiring to be as quiet as possible walking to a small open vent that leads into the museum. I follow Mark’s lead and begin to think this was a bad idea and should’ve kept my mouth shut last week but continued.

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Hey guys! So this is a story I created based on the info of the RP of Hugo and Eugene, @hugoisthecoolestaround @princeeugenefitzherbertofcororna Eugene and Lance meet Hugo and they figured with his talents it be easy for them to get into the Manor so they recruit Hugo to help them steal it. but what they don’t know is that Hugo has his own plan for them😏I also added a picture to the story of what They are trying to steal I thought it would help :). P.S Donella comes out here, so there is lots of angst for our boy Hugo. Let me know what you think? Enjoy 😊

A Newcomer

Flynn Ryder and Lance were running for their lives they had just tried to steal a priceless jewel but they were unsuccessful. They were making their way through the woods running away from the soldiers. They managed to loose them, all Flynn could hear was.

“FLYNN RYDER!!” The Guard yelled.

“Haha, Did you guys honestly think you’d catch me!” Flynn Ryder yelled back.

They kept running till they knew they were safe,

“We sure showed them” Lance said winded.

“Yeah that was a close one” Flynn Ryder answered.

They sat down near a tree to rest for awhile. Flynn was a bit disappointed that they didn’t get what they wanted, they failed and he hated failing. Lance saw Flynn was upset, this was the second time they didn’t steal what they wanted.

“Hey Flynn, it’s ok we will just find something else to steal.” Lance said trying to comfort him.

“Ugh, that may be true Lance, but this is the second time we almost get caught and we leave empty handed, you know that If we don’t steal money or something valuable we won’t have any food to buy” Flynn said with aggravation.

Lance though for a moment, “why don’t we just steal the food?, it’s probably easier than stealing jewelry or money” Lance said.

“That’s true, but what about our dream, we want to be rich, be free and maybe even buy our own private island” Flynn told Lance.

“It’s just...you know i grew up in the orphanage, thinking that my parents would come back for me after they were done with their adventures and traveling all over the world making a name for us but they never did” Flynn said with a hint of sadness.

“Lance if it wasn’t for you I’d be all alone, your like a brother to me, were family, your the only family I’ve known” Flynn said with a sad tone.

Lance stayed quiet for a moment, He knew his friend was a not the one to share his feelings, he would act like the tuff, prideful kind of guy, but Eugene was right, that was his real name before they became thieves. They have been through thick and thin together, he was like a brother to him too, and possibly the only family he knew. He still remembered how they met, Eugene loved reading the books, The Tales of Flynnigan Ryder, he would hear Eugene read those books every night, the other kids would always bully him, Eugene saw what they were doing to him and he defended him. After that they had become life long friends after that. When Eugene wanted to leave the orphanage to become a thief and make a real life, he decided to tag along.

They were still new at being thief’s. It’s been about 5 weeks Since they became thieves. But Lance thought they were getting the hang of it. They change their names. Eugene became Flynn Ryder, Arnwaldo Schnitz was his real name, he changed it to Lance strongbow.

“Eugene, your like a brother to me too, and I chose to come with you when you decided to leave the orphanage because your my best friend and best friends stick together no matter what” Lance said with a smile. “We May be off our game, but your Flynn Ryder, and he would never give up,don’t let this heist get the best of you” Lance said with an assured tone.

“Th-Thanks Lance, and your right I’m Flynnigan Ryder, the man that’s a great thief, good looking, and can get out of any sticky situation, and good with the ladies too.” Eugene stated with a confident tone.

“Alright Lance, then let’s start planning our next heist, it has to be big, something that will put us out there as the best thieves” Flynn said with excitement.

Lance was happy that Eugene felt better, he was always the scared, shy one, he would just go along with what Eugene told him to do. And Eugene was the confident, cool type, he always knew what to do.

“Well, what is a place we know that has something valuable, something that is probably hard to steel?” Lance said pondering.

“Well, let’s go back to our hideout and maybe something will come to our minds.” Flynn stated.

They got up and started walking into the forest, it took them awhile but the made it to their hiding place it was a small cave with 2 chairs and a barrel for a table, it wasn’t much but it was better than sleeping outside.

Meanwhile,a young boy with blond hair pony tail, wearing a green shirt vest with 6 buttons in front and green pants with brown boots. Was running from the guards that were chasing him.

“Get back here Kid!, We will find you!” The Guard shouted.

“Haha, you wish!” The blond hair kid replied.

He managed to outrun them and loose them in the forest. Once he knew he wasn’t being followed anymore he stopped and sat near a tree to rest.

“Another successful heist” The blond hair kid said to himself. He pulled out some gold coins and some small jewels. “This will buy me some more alchemy stuff and maybe even to help me start living a luxurious life someday, maybe.” Hugo told himself.

Hugo was about to head to the market to get himself some food when he heard footsteps coming towards him. He turned around and saw someone come out of the shadows. “Oh.. Hey Donella!” Hugo said nervously.

“Hello Darling! So how did your latest heist go?” Donella asked with a grin.

“It-it went well I got some gold coins and some gems” Hugo answered trying not to sound nervous.

“This is nice darling, but you need to up your game, this will not last you long.” Donella said with a half smile

“I-I know, but it should be enough for now” Hugo answered.

Donella looked at Hugo, “Remember darling you work for me, you were just a helpless little orphan boy when I found you. I took you in. So the least you can do to repay me is to steal what I want. So I have another job for you. Donella told Hugo with a evil grin.

Hugo gulped, “Wh-What is it?” Hugo answered nervously.

Donella gave an evil smile, “well I heard that there is a Manor not far from here. Inside the vault there is a very priceless diamond egg inside and I need you to steal it for me.” Donella said walking around Hugo.

“Do you mean Oakenclow Manor?” Hugo asked.

“Yes darling, I need you to get me that diamond egg. Can you do that for me?” Donella asked him.

Hugo thought for a moment, “but that’s the most protected Manor, no one has ever tried to even steal for there it’s impossible” Hugo answered.

Donella wasn’t a very Patient women, what she asked you to do, you had to do it or there would be consequences. Donella went over to Hugo and grabbed him by the arm and sent an electrical shock into his body. Hugo grunted in pain and fell to the ground.

“Remember darling this is just a warning, you need to remember your place.” Donella said with a evil smile.

Hugo grunted in pain trying to pull himself up, “I’m sorry Donella, it won’t happen again” Hugo said with a scared tone.

“That’s good to hear darling, because If you fail, your punishment will be worst than this one” Donella said with a grin. Donella walked away leaving Hugo there by himself.

Hugo got up and put his hand on his arm, “I guess I better start planning on how I’m going to steal that diamond egg. But I’m going to get something to eat before I start” Hugo said with a sigh.

Back at the hideout, Flynn Ryder and Lance were still tying to figure out what they were going to steal next.

“Well I heard that there is a Manor not far from here, they say that it holds lots of gold and diamonds, but they have one thing there that is priceless, a gold egg covered in small jewels only 50 were ever made.” Lance told Flynn with a smile.

Flynns eyes widen with excitement, He thought that if they stole that egg they would be rich and they would never have to worry about food, where they would stay, and they would even have enough to start a new life they could have their own island.

“Lance your a genius!, this would put us up there the first thieves to steal the priceless Diamond egg” Flynn stated with excitement.

“Now we just have to find out how we can break in and steel the egg without getting caught?” Flynn said pondering.

Lance and Eugene started to try and come up with a plan, but they hadn’t eaten all day and their stomachs were grumbling.

“Maybe will think better if we get something to eat first because I’m starving” Lance said putting his hand on his stomach.

“Yeah, your right I’m hungry too, let’s go get some food” Flynn said to Lance.

They put on their coats so they wouldn’t be seen and left the hideout. They made their way to the closest market to steal some food, they were halfway there when they heard some rustling behind them.

“Lance I think someone is following us?” Flynn stated

“Who would be following us, no one could be out here? Lance said puzzled.

They stopped and turned around, they saw a young kid with blond hair came out from the bushes,they tried to confront him.

“Who are you? And why are you following us?” Eugene asked him with a stern face.

The young kid looked at him, “I’m not following you I’m trying to go get some food, and the nearest market is this way not that it’s any of your business” Hugo answered back. “Why are you guys here?” Hugo asked them.

Flynn and Lance stayed quiet they didn’t know If it was a good idea to tell or trust this kid who they are or why they were going to the market. “We don’t need to tell you anything, we don’t know you or who you are” Flynn said crossing his arms.

“I told you where I was going, and why I was going there, it’s only fair you tell me where and why you guys are going to the market” Hugo stated crossing his arms as well.

Lance gave a look at Flynn, “The kid does have a point” Lance stated

Flynn gave a look at Lance, “yeah, I guess your right” Flynn said with a sigh

“We are headed to the market to steal....I mean buy ourselves some food as well” Flynn said with an exaggerated tone.

“Hmm, let me guess you guys are thieves right?” Hugo said to them.

“So what if we are, it’s none of your business” Flynn answered back.

“Heh, I’m a thief too! Hugo said.

“Pff, you a thief..kid how old are you?” Flynn asked him with a doubtful tone.

“I am a thief!,and a good one at that, I’m 14 for your information I’m technically an adult” Hugo answered defensively.

“Ha, your just a kid, your not an adult till your 18” Flynn said correcting him.

“Whatever you say...” Hugo stopped because he didn’t know his name.

“The name is Flynn Ryder, and this is my Friend Lance Strongbow.” Flynn told the Kid.

“Flynn Ryder... what kind of name is that?” Hugo asked him.

“It’s a cool name, and your name is?” Flynn asked him.

“The name is Hugo” Hugo answered him back.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Hugo” Lance said with a smile.

Lance was the first one to make the “Nice to meet you move” as always, Flynn didn’t like Hugo he was too tall, to skinny, and what is with that pony tail” Eugene thought to himself. He wanted to know more about this kid why he was alone in the woods and how good of a thief he is.

“Well since we all know each other’s names now and are headed to the same place, Hugo would you like to join us?” Flynn asked him.

“Sure, we are almost there anyway” Hugo answered.

“Great!” Flynn said with a smile.

They Made it to the town, luckily no one in this town knew who they were. They weren’t exactly known yet , but Eugene was about to change that. Eugene looked around and there were merchants everywhere,people selling fruits, vegetables, cheese, bread, ect.. Flynn looked at Hugo, “Alright kid, see those loafs of bread, Lance and I are going to steal them.” Flynn said.

Eugene walked up to the merchant, “Good day Sir! How is your day going?” Flynn asked him.

The merchant looked at Flynn, “Good day to you son! How can I help you?” The merchant asked him.

While Flynn was distracting the merchant Lance crept from behind and started stuffing the breads in his jacket pockets. When Lance was done he signaled Flynn.

“Well Sir it was great talking with you! Have a good day” Flynn said with a smile slowly backing away to a nearby wall.

They went behind the alleyway to where Hugo was watching them. Flynn looked at Hugo,

“See kid, and that’s how you steal without getting caught” Flynn said with a proud smile.

“you call that stealing, I could do better” Hugo pridefully answered.

“Oh yeah, let’s see it then” Flynn said.

“Ok, you see that lady right there with a purse” Hugo asked Flynn

“Yeah so what about her?” Flynn asked.

“I’m going to steal her money without her catching me and use that to buy myself some food” Hugo stated.

“Pff, how are you going to do that kid? She will obviously see you stealing her purse” Flynn explained.

“well see about that” Hugo said with a smile.

Hugo walked up to where the lady was and casually walked beside her, once he was close enough he made himself bump into her making them fall and her purse fell from her hands.

“I’m so sorry I’m such a klutz” Hugo said grabbed the purse with his hands.

That’s okay young man” The lady answered.

He grabbed the wallet from her purse without her seeing and took a couple of coins, then he put it back in the purse. “Here you go” Hugo said giving the lady her purse back.

“Why thank you” the lady said.

“Goodbye nice to meet you” Hugo said running away.

The lady checked her purse and saw that he took her money, “That tall child took my money!” The lady shouted.

Hugo went back to the alleyway where Flynn and Lance were and showed them the money he took from her. “See, now i have enough to buy myself a big meal” Hugo said with a grin.

Lance and Flynn were in awe a 14 year old child just pulled a robbery. “Huh, not bad kid” Flynn complemented him.

“Heh, Thanks, now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go get my dinner” Hugo said walking off.

Flynn had an idea but he wanted to talk to Lance about it first. “ Hey Lance!” Flynn whispered to Lance.

“What is it Flynn?” Lance answered.

“I have an idea, what If we invite Hugo to do the heist with us?” Flynn asked Lance.

“Why would we invite him, I though you didn’t like him” Lance said.

“Well if we are going to steal this diamond covered egg we might need help to pull it off, and this could could help us” Flynn said with a smile.

“But then If we did that we would have to split it with him wouldn’t we?” Lance asked.

“Yeah but will just promise him that he can have everything else we steal and we just keep the diamond egg” Flynn said.

Lance hesitated he didn’t like using people just for the fun of it but he wanted Flynn to be happy so he went along with it. “Okay Flynn, let’s do it” Lance answered.

“Thanks buddy you’ll see once we get that Diamond Egg all our dreams will come true.” Flynn said with a smile. “Hugo wait!” Flynn shouted.

Hugo turned around, “what is it Flynn?” Hugo answered. “I have a proposition for you, Lance and I are going to be doing this really big heist would you like to join us?, we could use your expertises” Flynn asked.

“If I we’re to join what’s in it for me?” Hugo asked

“You take half of what we steal 50/50” Flynn answered.

Hugo thought about it for a moment, he didn’t really have time to go on a different heist, Donella really wanted that diamond egg. Hugo thought to himself maybe if he were to join Flynn and Lance on their heist He would have more gold to give to Donella and the diamond egg, and she would be content and maybe even make up for this morning.

“Ok Flynn, I’ll join you guys” Hugo answered.

“Great, why don’t you go get your food and Lance and I will wait out here for you” Flynn stated.

“Ok” Hugo answered walking away to get his food.

A couple of hours passed and they went back to their hideout with Hugo. Once they arrived they started to plan the heist on how they were going to steal the Diamond egg and the money.

“Alright guys, so what’s the plan? how are we going to break into the manor?” Flynn asked them.

“Wait you guys are trying to steal from Oakenclow Manor?” Hugo asked surprised.

“Yeah, they say it’s impossible to break into. we are going to show them that it’s possible, and become the best thief’s”Flynn answered.

Hugo Thought to himself, what are the odds that these guys were planning to steal the diamond egg to. “Maybe I can use this to my advantage, I could use their help to get the diamond egg and once they are not looking I’ll steal it from them” Hugo said to himself.

“Ok, Well we have to figure out how we are going to get in first before we can do anything else” Hugo said.

“Right, Lance any ideas?” Flynn asked him.

“Hmm, well we can get In through the windows. They should be unlocked, I mean no one is crazy enough to steal from Oakenclow Manor. Except us apparently.” Lance said with a chuckle.

“That’s a good idea Lance, there is most likely to be a lock on the door. Hugo do you think you could pick the lock?” Flynn asked him.

“Yeah I’m pretty sure I can, there isn’t a lock I haven’t been able to pick” Hugo answered.

“okay so this is the plan. We are going to climb up to the roof, and then we are going to tie the rope around something sturdy, after that we are going to climb down to where the window is and we’ll push it open when the guards are not looking. Once we are inside we’ll find the vault, Hugo that’s when you come in, you’ll pick the lock and open the door. Once we get inside Hugo you’ll be in charge of getting as much money as he can and putting it in bags. Lance and I will go and get the Diamond Egg, once we have everything we will sneak past the guards and exit through the window we came in.” Flynn Explained to them.

“Sounds like a plan” Lance answered.

“Wait, a Diamond Egg? You never said anything about stealing a Diamond Egg?” Hugo asked him suspiciously.

Flynn Tried coming up with an explanation, he thought that if he told Hugo how much that Diamond egg is worth he is going to want it instead of the money. “Uhh, yeah.. their is a Diamond Egg, it’s the manors most prized treasure. But all we want is the egg you can keep the rest of the money we steal. I’d say that’s a good deal, trust me kid you’ll be getting more out of this heist than we are. We are only getting an egg shaped jewel covered with Diamonds.” Flynn said to Hugo trying to convince him.

Hugo pondered on what Flynn just told him, he didn’t know that they were after the egg too. “Ugh, what’s so special about that egg” Hugo thought to himself.

“This might work for me I’ll just steal it from them like I originally planned” Hugo said to himself. Hugo had to make sure Flynn and Lance didn’t suspect anything do he went along with it.

“Ok you can keep your Jewel shaped egg, as long as you promise that I can keep all the money that I put in the bags. Deal?” Hugo asked putting his hand out.

“You got a deal kid” Flynn answered shaking his hand.

“Great, now we just have to get the stuff we need for the heist” Hugo said.

“Right, All we really need though is rope and bags” Flynn stated.

“Well we already have bag from our previous heist” Lance stated.

“So all you guys are missing Is rope?” Hugo asked.

“Yes, but that shouldn’t be hard to get” Flynn stated.

“I can get it for you Flynn” Lance suggested.

“Are you sure Lance?” Flynn asked him.

“Of course I can steal a rope by myself” Lance scoffed.

“Alright if your sure you can do it, Hugo and I will stay here and wait for you” Flynn stated.

Lance grabbed his coat and was heading out to the market to steal the rope, “Alright Flynn I’ll be back” Lance said with a smile.

“Lance buddy, be careful out there” Flynn said with concern.

“Don’t worry Flynn I’ll be back” Lance said with a smile.

Hugo saw how Flynn and Lance were really close, they treated each other like brothers instead of friends. Hugo couldn’t remember the last time he had someone that he considered family. The only closest person was Donella and she is not the loving type. Flynn sat next to Hugo,

“so, you and Lance are pretty close huh?” Hugo asked Flynn.

Flynn knew where this was going, but if he wanted Hugo to open up about himself, then He would have to do the same. “Yeah, we grew up in an orphanage together, he was the one that made living in an orphanage so bearable. I didn’t have much friends, but when I saw that they were being mean to him I thought I’d help him and we both got hurt. But after that we got really close and became friends, but I treat him more like a brother than a friend because he’s the only family I’ve ever known” Flynn said with a sigh.

Hugo kept quiet, Flynn must have had a tuff life as a younger kid, but he could relate to Flynn he was an orphan as well, he didn’t have any parents either.

“So what about you kid? Do you have any parents?” Flynn asked.

Hugo didn’t like taking about his past, but it was only fair that he told Flynn since he opened up to him about his past. He just wouldn’t tell Flynn about Donella.

“Uhh, no I’m an orphan as well. But I did have parents. My Mother died giving birth to me..my dad was so angry he blamed me for killing her he said it was my fault that I should have been the one to die instead of my mom. My dad put me in an orphanage when I was born. At least that’s what he told the orphanage. But the orphanage closed down when I was only 6 years old. I had no other alternative than to become a thief if I wanted to survive. So I’ve been on my own for 8 years.” Hugo said with sadness in his voice.

Flynn couldn’t imagine how much this kid went through, being on his own at 6 years old, Flynn could understand how Hugo felt he never met his parents either.

“Wow I didn’t know, I’m sorry kid” Flynn said with a compassionate tone.

“Ehh, it’s ok I’m used to being alone, it’s better that way” Hugo answered not really meaning what he said.

Flynn felt bad for Hugo, If everything went well on the heist maybe Hugo would want to join Lance and him they could use his expertise and they could become the best thief’s.

“Hey Hugo if everything goes as planned did you want to join Lance and me?” Flynn asked. “We could be a trio of thief’s the best thief’s in the world or at least try to be, what do you say would you like to join our little club?” Flynn asked him.

Hugo thought about it, he never really thought of meeting or being part of a partnership with anyone, he always worked alone. He knew Donella wouldn’t let him work with anyone else but her. If he were to even have friends she would probably hurt them as leverage if he got out of line and he didn’t want that.

“Thanks Flynn, I’ll think about it” Hugo answered. He didn’t want to sound rude.

“Great! You won’t be along anyone kid, we stick with each other no matter what” Flynn said putting his hand on his shoulder.

Hugo smiled, he hadn’t had anyone show him any affection or any compassion for that matter in a long time. Hugo felt bad now that he had to deceive them. If he failed he didn’t want to know what Donella was going to do to him. “Uhh..Thanks Flynn” Hugo answered with a smile.

After an hour passed Flynn was getting worried because Lance had not come back yet. “He should have been back my now? It’s doesn’t take that long to steal a rope” Flynn said with concern.

“What if he is In trouble what are you going to do?” Hugo asked Flynn.

“I-I don’t know” Flynn said with concern.

Lance walked into the hideout where Flynn and Hugo were. “Lance your ok!” Flynn said giving his friend a hug.

“Uh, sorry I took so long, I was almost caught, but I didn’t want to lead them to our hideout so o had to go a different route” Lance answered returning the hug.

Hugo smiled he liked the relationship Lance and Flynn had. He hoped he would have a great friendship like that someday.

“I’m just glad your ok, you had me worried, but i know you can take care of yourself” Flynn said with a smile.

“Haha, thanks Flynn” Lance said with a smile.

“Well That’s enough sentimental stuff, let’s get some sleep, we a have a big heist tomorrow and we have to be on our A game” Flynn stated.

Lance and Hugo agreed and they went to sleep as they could in their cave hideout. Hugo didn’t know what was going to happen tomorrow but whatever it was he’ll be ready.

Hugo got up before Flynn and Lance, he wanted to get some breakfast before the big heist today. It would take away any suspicion off of him if they had any. He went to the market place and bought some breakfast for Flynn and Lance too, He used the money he stole from the lady yesterday. Hugo made his way back to the hideout, by the time he got there Flynn and Lance were already getting everything they needed for the heist ready.

“Good morning guys!, I brought you guys some breakfast” Hugo said with a smile holding out the breakfast he bought them.

“Hey thanks kid!, your not to bad.” Flynn answered with a smile.

“Thanks buddy!” Lance answered messing up Hugo’s hair.

“It’s no problem, you guys have been pretty great too” Hugo said with a smile.

They sat down and started eating their breakfast, “so how did you get breakfast?” Flynn asked.

“Well I had some leftover money I took from that lady yesterday so I thought I would just buy breakfast, besides the people looked like they could really use the money” Hugo answered finishing his breakfast.

“Heh, so your are a softy huh?” Flynn said finishing his plate.

“No! I just.. I understand how it is not having money for food and stuff” Hugo answered back crossing his arms.

“Haha ok kid whatever you say, Anyway thanks for the breakfast” Flynn said with a smile.

“Yes thank you Hugo” Lance said finishing his plate.

“Y-your welcome” Hugo answered with a smile.

“Well it’s time to go, if we don’t leave now we won’t make by nightfall” Flynn said grabbing the bag with all the equipment they needed.

“Alright guys you ready?” Flynn asked them.

Lance and Hugo look at each other “Ready!” They said in unison.

They left the hideout and made their way to Oakenclow Manor, it was about a 2 hour walk of they didn’t stop anywhere. By the time they arrived it was already nightfall the sun had already set. “Phew, I don’t remember the Manor being this far” Lance said with exhaustion.

“Yeah, we misjudged the distance, but we are here now so let’s get started” Flynn stated. “We all know our positions right?” Flynn asked them.

Hugo and Lance nodded, “Alright then let’s go” Flynn said with a smile.

They climbed up to the roof using a rock ledge to push them up and climbed the wall. “Be carful guys, and watch where you put your foot” Flynn said with concern to Lance and Hugo. Hugo never was a really good climber he mostly stole from the ground never from the roof, but luckily he was tall and skinny so it wasn’t to hard for him. After a couple of minutes passed they finally made it to the roof safely.

“Phew, we made it” Lance said wiping his forehead.

“Yeah, you ok kid?” Flynn asked Hugo.

“Yeah I’m fine thanks” Hugo answered dusting himself off.

Flynn put the backpack down and grabbed the rope and untied it, he made a big circle and tied a knot at the end and it became an anchor. Flynn tied it on a sturdy object and tugged on it to make sure it wouldn’t move. “Alright I’m going to go first, then you guys follow ok? Flynn stated.

“Got it” Lance and Hugo answered.

Flynn made his way down the rope slowly, once he saw the window he peaked in to see if the guard was there, the guard was making his rounds, once he saw the guard go into another room he pushed open the window. “Heh, Lance was right it was unlocked” Flynn said with a chuckle.

After Flynn was in Hugo and Lance were right behind him. They tiptoed and avoided the guards they made their way to the vault where all the jewels and the Diamond egg was located. Flynn looked at the vault it was big with a lock around the door.

“Alright Hugo, your up, think you can unlock it?” Flynn asked Hugo.

Hugo looked at the lock it was a difficult lock to pick only people with money could buy this kind of lock.

“Well it’s tricky but I’m sure I can crack it, there isn’t a lock that I haven’t been able to pick” Hugo said proudly. Hugo grabbed a pick,rake,and a tension wrench this lock required all 3 to open. Hugo picked the lock moving it side to side,up and down,till he finally heard a click. “Aha I got it!” Hugo said with excitement.

“That’s great Hugo, but let’s keep it down this is a heist” Flynn told Hugo.

“Heh sorry” Hugo answered shyly.

They pushed open the door and they saw all these beautiful jewels, gems, gold coins, and right in the middle was the gold egg covered in diamonds.

“Haha, Lance there it is!” Flynn said with excitement shaking Lance arm.

“Alright Hugo, you start filling the bags with as much gold coins and gems you can carry and Lance and I will get the gold diamond egg” Flynn stated.

“We don’t have much time, the guards will be back here in 20 mins so we have to hurry” Flynn said.

Hugo grabbed the bags and filled them up with as much coins and gems he could find, Lance and Flynn stared at the Diamond egg, “wow it’s even more beautiful than I had imagined” Flynn said with his eyes wide. They grabbed the egg and put it in the bag with the other treasures they stole. Once Hugo was done filling the bags with coins and gems they were ready to leave.

“Alright let’s go” Flynn salad grabbing one of the bags.

Hugo grabbed the bag with the diamond egg and Lance grabbed the other one and they followed Flynn. They left the vault and headed back to the window where they came in but they were spotted by one of the guards, “STOP THEIFS!” the guard shouted running after them.

“Hurry guys we need to make a run for it!” Flynn shouted running as fast as he could. Lance was right behind him, Hugo was falling behind the bag was heavier than he was expecting and his legs were not strong enough to hold him and the bag full of gold and gems. He tried his best to catch up and outrun the guards. “Hey guys wait up!” Hugo shouted. He took one more step and the floor broke trapping his leg, he couldn’t move. “Flynn my leg is stuck!” Hugo shouted.

Flynn turned around and saw Hugo struggling to get his leg unstuck. “Lance you go ahead and climb down and I’ll try and free Hugo,I’ll meet you at the hideout” Flynn said. Lance nodded and made his way to the window where they entered and tossed the bags outside and started to climb down the rope. Flynn ran to Hugo “ok kid I’m here let’s get you out” Flynn stated. He tried turning his leg and telling him to pull but it was no use the board front he floor was clamped to his leg. Flynn head the guards getting closer, “I saw them come over here!” The captain said. Flynn needed to think quickly, he could leave and let Hugo take the fall, or he could stay and Hugo and him get caught. Flynn chose the first option.

Flynn looked at Hugo “I’m- I’m sorry kid” Flynn said leaving Hugo there trapped. He ran to the window and climbed down the rope. Hugo didn’t know how to react, he was supposed to be the one betraying them not the other way around. He thought Flynn really cared for him that whole “no one gets left behind” thing really had him fooled. The guards arrived and saw Hugo stuck. “Well, looks like we caught one thief” the captain said. The guards freed Hugo’s leg by breaking the piece of wood and handcuffed him and took him to the palace dungeons to await the orders of the king.

“We have one thief but what about the other two?” One of the guards said.

“Well I have already sent most of my guards to search for them, but they don’t have the one thing that is priceless” The captain answered. He pulled out the diamond covered egg from Hugo’s bag. “This is what they were after, they may have stolen the gold coins and gems but it won’t last them long” the captain said with a grin.

Lance made it to the hideout first, Flynn outran the guards and made it to the hideout where Lance was waiting for him. “There you are Flynn, Is everything ok? I was getting worried” Lance said with concern.

Lance looked around to see if Hugo was with Flynn, “where’s Hugo? Why isn’t he here?” Lance asked him.

“I-I had to leave him.. his foot was stuck and I tried to free him but his leg wouldn’t budge.. the guards were right behind him so I left him there to take the fall.” Flynn explained with a heavy sigh.

“What?, Flynn we promised him we wouldn’t leave anyone behind.”Lance said with worry.

“Lance it’s not like I wanted to leave him, I did try to get him free” Flynn answered defensively.

“W-We have to go after him, we can break him out” Lance suggested.

“We can, but it’s to dangerous Lance what if we get caught too? No we can’t risk it” Flynn said with regret.

“Besides Hugo is a smart kid, he can break himself out” Flynn stated trying to think positive.

Lance didn’t agree with Flynn not going back to help Hugo, but they couldn’t risk getting caught either. “I hope your right Flynn” Lance said with a sigh.

“Besides now we can keep the Diamond egg and the gold for ourselves, we can have a new life” Flynn said with a smile.

Flynn looked through the bags they had stolen and all he saw inside were the gold coins and Gems, the Diamond egg was not there.

“Dang it! I think Hugo had the bag with the diamond egg in it” Flynn said with frustration.

“So that means we can’t have a new life can we?” Lance asked Flynn.

“No, this will last us while, we won’t have to steal for while. But it’s not enough to buy a private island.” Flynn answered with a sigh.

“Well at least they know who we are, and we’ll be know as the first thief’s to every successful pull a heist on the Oakenclow Manor” Flynn said trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, but we lost Hugo in the process” Lance sighed sadly.

Flynn left bad, he did like Hugo and he really did want him to be apart of his crew but there was nothing he could do, he did try to help him, he just hoped that Hugo was smart enough to break himself out. “Lance I’m sorry, but Hugo is a smart kid he will be ok” Flynn said putting his hand on Lance shoulder.

Meanwhile back at the Castle dungeon, Hugo was in his cell waiting to see what kind of punishment he was going to get. He heard someone unlocking the lock and looked up to see who it was. “Your lucky kid someone paid your bail, so your free to go” the captain said.

Hugo thought to himself he didn’t know any other women other than Donella. He saw a women come up to the cell, “Donella?” Hugo asked hesitantly.

“Hello Darling, I see you got yourself in a tight spot. Good thing I came when I did.”Donella said with a grin.

Hugo was scared he didn’t know what Donella was going to do to him. “Let’s go Darling we have some unfinished business” Donella said with a chuckle.

They made there way back to Donella hideout, when they arrived Donella and Hugo went into a room. “So you failed your mission, you know what happens to people that fail don’t you darling” Donella said angrily.

“Donella I can explain!” Hugo said tying to sound confident.

“Don’t worry darling, I saw everything, but it’s still your fault that you failed, it was your idea to agree to team up with them, you were the one that trusted them, you were so naive to trust thief’s, you should never trust anyone but yourself” Donella told Hugo. She flicked her hands her gloves filled with electricity.

“Donella please, I’m sorry I’ll do better!” Hugo said with fear In his face.

Donella clutched Hugo stomach and sent electric shock waves all over his body. Hugo yelped in pain.

She let Hugo go and he fell to the floor, “if you want something done, you have to do it yourself” Donella said with a sigh. She grabbed Hugo by his shirt so he could see her face. She flicked her other hand and sent more electrical shocks through Hugo’s body. All Hugo could do was yell in pain. “I’m very disappointed In you Hugo, but maybe next time you’ll learn your lesson there are no such things as friends” Donella said with a grin. She sent a couple of more electric shocks through his body. Once she was satisfied and she thought Hugo had enough she let him go and he fell to the ground.

“I won’t go so easy on you next time” Donella said closing the door behind her leaving Hugo in the room helplessly.

Hugo tried to get up but he was so weak from the electric shocks still running through his body. “She’s right I should have not trusted them, I was so foolish to think that someone would actually care for someone like me..I’m not worth anything I deserve this” Hugo said with tears falling down his face. He hugged his knees and stayed laying on the floor tears streaming down his face he let the darkness overcome him.

The End!

[tiikeria]

Patron of the Poor, Protector of Outcasts

Title: Patron of the Poor, Protector of Outcasts Ship(s): None Rating: T Warning(s): Language Words: 1,874 words Summary: “I am Midas, God of Gold. Patron of the Poor and Protector of Outcasts. Wherever poverty and the downtrodden go, I’m needed. And Los Santos was full of it.” Notes: Huh. Two fics in two weeks? Am I feeling okay? I also have a third planned, and my lovely co-creator Pchew has one going as well. We like this AU bit too much. Anyway, enjoy!

Gavin didn’t like showing off what he could do. The more you played close to yourself, the more people underestimated you. That’s how he got such a reputation as a bumbling idiot. No one suspected the dumb one to swindle you out of everything, now did they?

But something was endearing about the childlike wonder Michael and Jeremy watched him with when he used his powers. Even the smallest thing seemed to capture their attention. His fellow Lads were so curious about what he could do, and, honestly, it was refreshing. Normally people regarded the gold from his hands with distrust and fear.

“So, what can you make?” Jeremy asked one afternoon, a lazy Sunday playing games and just enjoying each other’s company, “I mean, with the gold. Like, can you shape it, or is it just a flood, like before?”

Michael snorted, putting down his controller, “Jeremy just wants to know if you can make him a golden Spyro.”

“I do not!”

Gavin laughed, but produced the aforementioned dragon in his palm, shining brilliantly in the afternoon sun, “Shame, that, because I happen to have one, yeah?”

Jeremy’s pure joy and awe almost made him blush, “Okay, I do really want a golden Spyro, holy shit that is so fucking cool.”

“You think everything Spyro is cool, though.”

“I’m a simple man,” Jeremy stated, still staring longingly at the golden figure in Gavin’s hand, “I see Spyro, I’m happy. Same thing with whiskey.”

Giggles erupt from Gavin’s lips as he tosses the dragon to Jeremy, “Sorry, I can’t make golden whiskey. That’ll have to do.”

Michael huffs as Jeremy cradles his new toy like a father cradles a newborn, “What about me? What do I get? How dare you gift this schmuck something before you gift your Boi something! Does Boiship mean nothing to you, anymore!?”

“Michael, no, Michael!” More laughter bubbled from Gavin’s chest, “You’re my Boi, Michael! Jeremy’s my Lil J, but you’re my Boi! I have something for you, yeah? How about this?”

Gavin makes a show of it since he had their undivided attention, and because he could without the worry of scaring them. With a flourish, he presents Michael with a small, blocky, golden sword. Michael pretends to not be impressed, but Gavin can see the awe and joy in Michael’s eyes.

“Gold swords are for chumps, Boi!”

Gavin pretends to be offended, all part of the games they all play with each other, “I don’t bloody shit diamonds, Michael! But if you get me some, I might be persuaded to give you an upgrade.”

“You can do that?!” Jeremy perks up from where he had been admiring his little Spyro, “You can make diamond swords?”

“Well,” Gavin hums, “I can make swords. I’m sure making one out of diamonds isn’t impossible, yeah? Just have to figure it out. We could make a day of it, lads! I could teach you how to be smithies, just like I used to in the 1800s!”

“I always forget how fucking old you are,” Michael shakes his head, “I mean, you talk about the 1800s like it was last fucking year.”

“I’m only 3000 years old or summat. That’s nothing compared to other Gods!”

“‘Only 3000,’” Michael mocked in a high, squeaky, British accent, ignoring Gavin’s whines to stop being a “smegpot.” Jeremy laughed in turn at Gavin’s pout, but not unkindly, “You old ass Greek fuck.”

“If you’re Greek,” Jeremy giggled, “Why the fuck are you British?”

“What? What do you mean, ‘why am I British?’”

Jeremy throws his hands up in the air, “You were born in Ancient Greece. You lived in Ancient Greece for a long fucking time. You’ve lived in the US for a few decades. So why the fuck did you decide to be British?”

“Because I lived in the British Isles for over a century, Jeremy! I came over with the Romans and never bloody well left! I’m probably more British than Greek anymore, yeah?”

“I don’t think that’s how that works.”

“That’s not how you work,” Gavin grumbles petulantly, earning him a snort from the two other Lads.

“So you’re fake British. What the fuck made you come to Los Santos of all places? I mean, you went from European shithole to American super shithole.”

Gavin stretches out on the white sectional that took up most of the Fakes’ living room, sun streaming in the floor to ceiling windows making his skin look more golden than it really was. Jeremy and Michael settle down similarly, the quiet music from their abandoned game the only other sound in the room as Gavin collected his thoughts.

“Now that’s a question, innit?” He finally says, leveling them with a lopsided smile, “You know I’m God of Gold, yeah?”

“Of course,” Jeremy instantly answers, to which Gavin hums.

“That’s not all I’m God of. Most gods have other domains as well, like Artemis being Goddess of the Hunt, but also of Childbirth. Or Apollo being God of Medicine as well as Music and Prophesy. I also have other domains.

“Akakios contacted me a few decades ago, about 40 years, really, and said he found a city that needed me. He had been living in the States for quite a while at that point, from the Northeast to the South to the Midwest. Everywhere, yeah? But he had never said that about any of the cities he visited. So, I knew he had to be serious to even consider that a city needed my help.”

Both Michael and Jeremy watch Gavin closely as Gavin turns to look out over the city through the windows. Eventually, when Gavin didn’t start up again, Michael piped up, “So what else are you God of that made it so you could help Los Santos?”

Gavin smiled softly, “I am Midas, God of Gold. Patron of the Poor and Protector of Outcasts. Wherever poverty and the downtrodden go, I’m needed. And Los Santos was full of it. Corruption was even worse than it is now. At least 80% of the population was below the poverty level. Almost 30% were homeless. Kios saw these people and knew I could help them somehow. So, I boarded the next flight from London and got to work.”

“Jesus,” Jeremy breathed, “You fixed Los Santos?”

“I still am, yeah? Until these people no longer pray to me, I’m needed.”

The three were quiet for a moment, as Gavin watched the sun dip lower in the sky out the windows, buildings glinting in the late afternoon sun like steel and glass gemstones. He still had so much work to do to get Los Santos to where he’d be happy leaving it. So many were still born into poverty. Too many homeless and alone. He did what he could, but he was one God against a society that didn’t care.

Gavin started when Michael finally spoke, the tone in his voice leaving no room for argument. Gavin knew that tone very well. Michael had made up his mind about something and wasn’t about to be swayed.

“So, what can we do to help clean up the shit?”

“I…what?”

“You heard me. How can the crew help? We have more money than sense anymore. And most of us grew up in lower-class dumps like Los Santos. Hell, Fiona was raised here. I’ve been on the streets, and it sucks major doo doo. So, how can we help you make this place a level above a turd?”

Gavin felt a swell of emotion for his Boi, that extended to Jeremy when he saw him nod in agreement. Both of them were watching him in rapt attention as if soldiers waiting on their orders. And Gavin…well, Gavin knew exactly what they could do. A grin curled on his lips as he pulled out his phone to call a crew meeting.

“Boys…I think we need a heist.”

A few weeks later, the news would tell a peculiar tale. Someone had broken into dozens of homes of wealthy Los Santos citizens, all in one night. Nothing was taken but the clothes in their closets, and the food in their cupboards.

Meanwhile, every legitimate shelter in Los Santos, homeless camps, and charities received an anonymous donation of clothes and food. The only note was emblazoned with a green duck and written in gold ink.

Enjoy your donations. Make sure they’re used. We’ll be watching over you.

Of course, this didn’t make the news. Stories of the lower class never did. But that was just fine for the culprits; they didn’t do it for the fame or the fortune. No, they did it for the people. The people of their city.

It took a while before the police caught on to what the crew was doing. Sure, they still hit banks, but the majority of the stolen notes would end up funding an after-school program for at-risk youth. Expensive items would go missing, only to end up at a charity auction for a women’s center. And those few good officers saw what the crew was trying to accomplish. For the first time, the Fakes had allies in the LSPD; not many, but it was a start.

And the crew themselves seemed to have a new spark. Excitement in the air when they all sat down to plan the next heist, with the next recipient of their Robin Hooding. Jack heisted for a Children’s Hospital and they ended up with a small green duck on the new mural for the playground at the hospital’s campus. Geoff bolstered local AA and addiction groups, giving them the resources they needed to reach more people. Jeremy and Michael worked together to create boxing and wrestling programs for low-income kids. Matt and Trevor created STEM programs. Fiona worked on LBGT programs. Lindsay was adamant about helping the animals of Los Santos.

They all had their niche. And, together, they did their best to make good in the city.

Gavin was overjoyed, to say the least. To see the people he cared about the most helping him make the city a better place was everything he had ever hoped for. He still got prayers daily, almost hourly, but they were coming less as people had more places to turn for help. Of course, he would always answer the call, if needed, but he could finally relax after 40 years of doing everything he could to raise the city from its rough beginnings.

And he started to see a shift in the people as well. They were helping each other, raising each other from where they had fallen. Injustice was being spoken out against. Marches were organized for victims of senseless violence. People were donating more of their time and money to helping those around them. Gang wars turned into alliances against corruption. Ballas and Vagos worked side-by-side on cleaning up the rec center that bordered their territories. The Families extended protection to those too weak to fight for themselves, with no payment needed. Even Madrazo’s Cartel could be seen handing out food and blankets to the homeless.

Something had changed. Something had shifted.

Maybe there was still hope for Los Santos after all.

[stormtrprinstilettos]

“I know another secret about you.” - (Single Dad)Roger x Reader (smut)

Two in a week? Wow.

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Language. Smut. Age gap. Everything but angst. 18+ dammit.

Summary: Mr. Taylor hires you to babysit his two kids, and, well, you know... (Reader is of age!! – I know if I don’t clarify this someone will have something to say.)

[A/N: Okay so I guess we’re going to have an actual story here. Multiple people have requested some of this, so… here we go. You’re not getting another one until next week as long as this one goes over 300 notes too. 😉]

Dinner with your parents was never anything you looked forward to, but tonight was especially hard. The nagging was almost intolerable and it took everything in you to not cause a scene in the middle of the restaurant. Why your mother insisted on coming to The Ivy is beyond you, but you’re not paying, so you can’t complain too much. Of course, it gave her ammunition to use against you if you did complain about anything, like when you pleaded with them to stop asking a million questions about why you and your boyfriend broke up. “Y/N, we brought you to this fancy restaurant. The least you can do is talk to us,” she groaned. “He’s such a nice boy, and he comes from such a nice family…” You tune her out and your eyes start wandering around to see if there’s anything else to start a conversation about. And just when you take a bite of your salad, you start to feel nauseous, and it’s not because your father is talking about the polo-playing son of his business partner who just so happens to be single.

You see him and you want to vomit. On his arm is a stunning brunette who is radiating perfection and making you feel about an inch tall. And he is looking beyond gorgeous, dressed in a suit and tie and beaming with pride because he is there with the most beautiful woman in the room. You watch as he pulls out her chair before taking his seat across the table from her, which conveniently just so happens to be in your direct eyesight. You try to look away, but you can’t.

“Who is that?” your mother whispers in your ear, noticing your eyes transfixed on him. “He looks familiar.”

“Roger. Roger Taylor,” you groan. “I babysit his kids.”

“Oh, that drummer,” she says. “You mentioned that. I wish you would get a real job. One that’s more fulfilling.”

If only she knew…

The table conversation continues, but you’re only half listening, more focused on watching Roger and his date, trying to figure out what they’re talking about. Judging by the smile on his face, it’s probably an interesting conversation. You’ve seen that smile before. That’s the smile he gives you after he cuddles up to you after he’s done fucking you.

“… and she actually wore that hideous thing to the show. Can you believe that?” Your mother is laughing, so you fake a laugh too, but you have absolutely no idea what she’s on about. “You should come with us next time, Y/N. You and Margaret used to be such good friends.”

“Yeah, well Margaret has a huge stick up her…”

“Y/N?” you hear and you feel a hand on your shoulder. When you look up you see Roger standing next to you, smiling. “This is a pleasant surprise.”

“Hello, Mr. Taylor,” you reply, forcing the fakest smile you think you’ve ever made. “A surprise, indeed. These are my parents.”

He introduces himself and shakes your father’s hand before kissing your mother on her cheek. “I just wanted to come say hello.”

“Well, you did. Hello,” you snip, but keep a smile on your face while doing so. “You can go back to your date now.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Taylor,” your mother says. “We didn’t raise her to be so rude.”

He laughs. “She’s not being rude. She’s just being Y/N.” He bends down and gets close to your ear. “Excuse yourself and follow me.” He pats you on the shoulder. “It was nice meeting you.” He walks away and your eyes follow to see where he’s headed.

“Well he seems nice,” your mother says. “When you told me your new client was a rock and roll drummer I was a bit concerned, but…”

“Excuse me,” you interrupt, smiling as you stand up. “I’ll be back.” He disappeared down a hallway, so you really have no idea where he went, but you slowly make your way past through the restaurant, past the table where his date is patiently awaiting his return, and go down the hall you saw him walk into.

When you get halfway down, he grabs your arm and pulls you into a dark corner, wrapping his arms around you, but you push him away. “Why so feisty tonight?” he chuckles.

“‘I don’t like to share, Y/N,’” you say in a mocking tone. “You know what? If you can go out on fancy dates, then so can I.”

“You’re here with your parents,” he laughs. “Hardly constitutes a fancy date.”

“Yeah? Well maybe I’ll call Thomas.”

He can’t stop laughing. He’s finding your attitude quite amusing. “Who the fuck is Thomas?”

You roll your eyes, getting more and more frustrated with every second that passes. “Thomas. The guy I met Saturday.”

“You’re not calling him,” he chuckles, trying to pull you back in close, but you push him away again. “You’re not calling him.” You’re about to start fussing again but he holds a finger to your lips. “That woman out there? That’s a show. Some public relations nonsense. She’s an actress in a stage play and she needs to be noticed.” His finger is still over your mouth when your brow raises to demand more information. “This happens all the time. She needs attention. We’re thinking about getting back in the studio soon, so we need attention…” He leans down to get eye level with you and smiles. “We’re going to have our dinner, walk out so the photographers can get a few pictures, get in the car, and then she’s going home.”

“Then where are you going?”

“I don’t know,” he grins. “What’s your address?”

You rush inside after your parents drop you off and panic as soon as you step inside your flat. It’s a cluttered mess. Books and papers all over the place, clothes draped over your chairs because you can’t be bothered to hang them up, and that empty pizza box you’ve been telling yourself you were going to throw away for 4 days now. It’s too late to clean now. He’s knocking on your door.

“Hey, beautiful,” he grins when you open the door. “Can I come in?”

“I haven’t decided yet,” you smirk. You turn and walk away, leaning the door open for him to come in. “Excuse the mess. Haven’t had time to clean.” You clear the clothes laying over the sofa so he can sit down. “Been kind of busy lately,” you smile. “Drink?”

“No,” he says quietly with a smile as he pulls you close, lifting your chin and giving you a soft kiss. “This is fine.” It wasn’t one of those kisses that leads to sex, which is what you assume he’s here for. It was one of those sweet kisses you give someone simply because you want to kiss them, so it’s caught you off guard. “I actually could use a drink,” he chuckles. “Kitchen?” You point. “Go change. I know you’re not comfortable.” You have no idea what’s going on in his head, but clearly he’s not here for sex, because if he was he wouldn’t have just told you to change your clothes. He would have told you to get out of them. You’re suspicious, but you’re not going to question anything.

When you walk back out wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt that’s easily two sizes too big, you see him in the corner of the living room looking at your bookshelf, his suit jacket off and his tie loosened. “Find anything interesting?” you ask, and he turns around and smiles. “Yes, I’ve read all of them,” you giggle.

“Some interesting choices,” he says before he turns back around. “You don’t seem like the type who would enjoy Ray Bradbury.”

“What can I say” you sigh as you throw yourself down on the sofa. “I’m full of secrets.”

“Like what? Tell me another one.” He sits next to you and puts his arm around the back of the sofa, either genuinely interested in hearing more about you or he’s running a good game. Which is silly, because he’s already had you, so there’s no reason for that.

“When I was 8 I stole a candy from the shop,” you grin. “I felt so terrible about it, I didn’t even eat it. I still have it in my jewelry box on my dresser.”

“I don’t think I should let you take care of my kids,” he laughs. “You’re a bad influence.”

“But we were planning a candy shop heist for next week,” you giggle. “Can’t take me away from them now.”

He hasn’t stopped smiling at you since he walked in the door. “I know another secret about you.” He shifts his body and sneaks closer to you. “You’re still pretty when you’re dressed like a bum.”

You’ve always known he was good-looking. Okay, gorgeous. But right now – right this very second – you swear you’ve never seen him more gorgeous. And he’s looking at you with that soft and subtle grin and you don’t know why he’s here. It’s not sex, because if it was the two of you would be naked right now and you’d be well on your way to your second orgasm. “What are you doing here, Roger?”

“Wanted someone to talk to.” Okay. Here’s the man – not boy, man – who has seen every single inch of your body, who has done things to your body no one ever has, who has done things to your body you never knew was possible, who has made you feel things you didn’t know were possible… and now your insides are flittering around like they did when you were 7 and cutest boy in 3rd grade smiled at you. Like your insides fluttered those first few times you went to the house to babysit the girls. And now he’s grazing your shoulder with his fingertips, and he wants to talk. Talk? “How was dinner with your parents?”

“Dreadful,” you laugh. “But I survived, obviously.”

“How about having dinner with me?” he asks. “Wednesday night. I promise it won’t be dreadful.”

“A date?” you laugh, until you realize he’s completely serious right now. “Umm… is that a good idea? I mean, people might…”

“Whisper? Gossip?” He rolls his eyes and smirks. “I know a place where we won’t be bothered by anybody.” He’s trying to read your face, but your expression isn’t giving anything away. “Say yes,” he says, a tinge of anxiousness in his voice.

This could only end in trouble, but, then again, the two of you have been nothing but trouble for each other since the first day you walked into his house. So why stop the trouble now? It’s been spectacular so far. “As long as I don’t end up in some tabloid,” you grin. “I’m not some gorgeous actress.”

“No, you’re a princess.”

The conversation goes on like this for hours. Nothing important being discussed, but it sure felt like it. No innuendos being thrown about. Just you and Roger – not you and Mr. Taylor – on your sofa in your cluttered flat at 8:00 on a Wednesday night. You watched TV. You snacked on popcorn. And occasionally he would kiss you with the sweetest, softest intent – simply because he wanted to. It was funny, all of this getting to know each other business after the sex, but it felt… comforting. Normal. You don’t even know anymore because you’re head is spinning. And when you want to lay down and get comfortable, you put your head on his lap, and he starts to play with your hair. And you fall asleep right there.

Dinner. With Roger. Why did you agree to this? You’re a nervous wreck. This was a stupid idea. What if people saw you? What if you wake up tomorrow and see your face plastered all over the tabloids? What if someone recognizes you? What if… You have to stop worrying about all of these what ifs. But he’s coming pick you up. What if someone notices? What if one of your neighbors sells you out and takes pictures and… You look at the clock. He’ll be here in 20 minutes and you haven’t even put your dress on. You know what to do. Hurry and get dressed and go wait outside so he doesn’t get out the car. And that’s what you do. You put on your little blue dress and your heels, check yourself one more time in the mirror and rush out the door. Your nerves are making it impossible for you to control your movements and you start to pace back and forth on the sidewalk. You don’t even realize the car pull up next to you.

“Hey, pretty lady,” he says after he puts the window down. “It looks like you’re waiting for someone.”

“No one special,” you joke.

“Get in this car before someone else comes along and picks you up.” You take a deep breath and climb into the car. You don’t know why your nerves are so bad, but you can’t control them, not even when he starts talking. “You look stunning.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you smirk. Fuck. He’s gorgeous. And suddenly you can’t understand why he wants to spend time with you. Not just now, but any time. He can easily have his pick of anyone, but he’s choosing you. You clear your throat in an effort to snap you out of your overthinking. “So where are you taking me, Mr. Taylor?”

“Small, quiet place in the countryside where we won’t be bothered.” He grabs your hand and holds it on his lap. “And none of this ‘Mr. Taylor’ tonight,” he laughs. “You’re my date, not my employee and it makes me feel old.” That’s not why he doesn’t want you to call him that, and you know it. You know it turns him on, but apparently he wants to be on his best behavior tonight. You, however, suddenly decide that you don’t, and you won’t be, as long as your nerves calm down.

He wasn’t lying when he said he was taking you somewhere private. The drive was almost 45 minutes to a tiny restaurant out in the middle of nowhere. When you walked in, the workers all seemed to know who he was, and you were seated in a private area, a booth in a quiet, dark corner away from the other patrons. “Relax,” he chuckles, putting his arm around you. “Your fidgeting is annoying.”

“I’m sorry,” you giggle. “I’m nervous.”

He laughs. “I’ve seen everything you own, Y/N.”

“I’m not nervous about you, fool.”.

“Now I’m a fool?” he jokingly sighs. “Maybe I am.” He leans his head down and gives you a soft, quick kiss. “But I’m a happy fool.”

You smile. “As long as you’re happy.”

“Haven’t been this happy in a long time.” He puts his fingers under your chin and gives you a slow, lingering kiss, and you instantly forget about your nerves. He must have forgotten that he was supposed to be on his best behavior, because he starts to kiss your neck, making you giggle, before he moves back up and flicks your ear lobe with his tongue. “Can’t wait to do that to your clit later.”

“If you’re lucky I’ll let you.” You wink, subtly letting him know that two can play at this game, and you were going to be the one to win.

When you’re not eating, you’re playing with the necklace you’re wearing, drawing his attention to your cleavage. And if you’re not playing with your necklace, you have a hand gently placed on his thigh strategically placed to where your fingers are just out of reach of his crotch. Every now and then he’ll shift himself, trying to make your hand move, but you don’t let it. In fact, when he does that, you pull your hand away, pretending not to know what he’s trying to do. He reaches a fever pitch when he’s watching you eat your dinner. The way you’re slowly putting it in your mouth and totally eye fucking him the whole time, especially when you wipe the corner of your mouth and lick your lips. “Excuse me,” you say, sliding out of the booth before the dessert comes. “I’ll be right back.” You smirk to yourself the entire way to the bathroom. You have him right where you want him.

When you get back to the table, he’s smiling at you. That same smile he flashes when he’s thinking naughty thoughts. But you have a surprise for him. “Go back over there,” he chuckles when you sit back down. “I want to watch you walk away and back again.”

You playfully nudge his arm and giggle. “We’re in public, Mr. Taylor. You shouldn’t be so naughty.”

“I can’t help myself,” he whispers, leaning close to you and running a finger down your chest before he kisses you again.

You put your mouth to his ear. “I want you to know that I am extremely wet right now,” you whisper, sliding your panties that you went to the bathroom to take off into his jacket pocket.

He reaches in his pocket and feels his gift, and starts to loudly clear his throat with a slight cough. “Are you ready to leave?”

“No,” you laugh and slide away from him. “I’ve wanted this cheesecake since I saw it on the menu.”

“Are you serious right now?” he laughs with a groan. “Fucking cheesecake?”

“Yes,” you say matter-of-factly as the waiter puts it down in front of you. “I happen to love cheesecake.” You quickly take a bite. “Mmm, this is delicious.” You put some on your fork and feed it to Roger. “What do you think?”

“Very good,” he says before swallowing. “Not as delicious as you, though.”

“Control yourself, Mr. Taylor,” you say with a seductive tone. “We’re in public.”

When you get in the car, he pulls the panties from his pocket and holds them out. “You…”

“What?” you say quickly interrupting him with a giggle. “They were bothering me.” He shakes his head, starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot. “How fast can you drive without killing us?” You slide your heels off and put your feet on the dash. “Because I don’t know how long I can wait.” You look over at him and smirk. He’s completely speechless. You lift the bottom of your dress slightly and slowly slide a hand underneath. “Stop looking at me. Pay attention to the road, Mr. Taylor,” you giggle. He moves his hand off the gear stick and puts it on your thigh. “I don’t think that’s safe,” you say, moving his hand away. You close your eyes and bite your bottom lip and start to giggle, softly gliding your finger over your wetness. “This feels good.” You open your eyes and look at him with a smirk. “Wanna taste?” You move your hand and hold your finger to his mouth that’s already opened in amazement. Of course he does. And when you finish letting him clean your fingers off, you quickly pull them away.

“What’s gotten into you?” he laughs, finally able to speak. “Are you trying to make me wreck?”

“No,” you grin, shifting yourself in the seat so you can lean close to his ear. “I’m trying to make you pull this car over.” You nibble on his ear lobe and whisper. “Because there’s no way I’m going to make it 30 minutes to the house.” You’ve managed to shock him, finally. It’s his own fault you’re acting this way. He shouldn’t have started teasing you at dinner, and now he has to correct his mistake. He knows.

That’s why he doesn’t hesitate to pull the car over as soon as the street lights disappear. The road is dark, uninhabited and quiet. In other words, perfect. He doesn’t even turn the car off. The radio, the headlights – everything is still on. He jumps out of the car and rushes over to your door that he flings open before reaching in and grabbing your arm, pulling you outside.

It’s like a jolt of electricity running through you when Roger put his lips to yours. You feel him slide his hand under the bottom of your dress and graze over you, and you gasp. You push into his kiss, opening your mouth to him. You reach down to cup the bulge in his pants, making him groan in anticipation. You pull the zipper down and slip your hand in to release his throbbing cock. None of this teasing, none of this prolonging it – there’s no time for that.

He kneels down in the grass right there on side of the road in front of the car, lifts your dress up to your waist and nudges your legs apart. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispers as he looks up at you. He knows what he has to do. His mouth goes directly to your heat, and his tongue starts prodding right away. You hold one hand on the car hood to steady yourself and your other hand holds the back of his hair as his tongue swirls against you. You’re already so aroused it doesn’t take long. You gasp and buck against his mouth, his tongue flicking in every direction. It doesn’t take long at all.

“Good boy,” you giggle as he stands up. You grab the hem of his jacket and pull him close. “I know you want more.” He leans in and kisses you, still shocked by how brazen you’re being right now, but in complete awe of your whole mood. For someone who was too nervous to be seen in public with him tonight, you sure didn’t mind what he just did to you on the side of this road.

Roger quickly spins you around so your back is facing him. He tugs your hips towards him, using one hand to bend you over. You put your hands on the hood to steady yourself, parting your legs slightly to give him better access. He pauses a second to run his hand over your ass while rubbing his cock against your moist lips. With one hand on your hip for balance, he uses his other to guide his slick cock inside you. You let out a loud groan as he enters you from behind, pushing your hips back, coaxing him to go deeper. He didn't need asking twice.

He holds your hips with his hands and buries himself as deep as he can go. He starts thrusting himself into you, slowly at first, building up momentum. Roger completely loses himself in your wetness, sliding in and out so easily, as if he was meant to fit inside you. "Fuck me, Roger!" you yell out, startling him. "Fuck me hard!" He quickens his pace and force and he starts to groan. "Harder!"

He reaches around to touch your clit, only to find your hand already there, working it furiously. He leans over you and gasps in your ear, his fingers joining yours, circling your clit rapidly while still fucking you from behind. “Such a dirty girl,” he groans. “Take it.” He slides his fingers from your clit up to your mouth, and you start sucking your own juices from his fingers greedily before he leans back up and grabs your hips again.

"Cum for me, Roger," you groan. “Cum for your dirty girl.” He can't hold it in any longer, the excitement of fucking you out here and hearing you talk like that making it hard for him to resist releasing his load inside you. Feeling his hot cum you, you let yourself go, your own orgasm causing you to tighten around him. He groans as the last drops of cum left his cock. Panting, he pulled out. He’s exhausted, as are you, and he turns you back to face him.

“You never cease to amaze me, Y/N,” he murmurs with a smile against your lips.

When the car pulls into the driveway, there’s an unfamiliar car parked. “Oh, fuck,” he groans. “What is she doing here?” You aren’t amused, and he quickly explains. “The ex.” As soon as he says that, two doors of the car open – the driver’s door and of the back doors – and you see her, the ex, step out and two sets of little legs jump out of the back. “Shit,” he groans. “Shit.”

“What do I do?” you ask in a minor panic. “What do I do?”

“Daddy!” Liv yells out. “And Y/N! Birdie she’s here like she said she would be!”

“Fuck, Roger! What do I do?”

“Get out of the car,” he laughs. “I don’t know.” He gets out, but you freeze. Liv and Birdie run up to him and latch on to his legs. He pats them both on the head and they immediately run to your side of the car and knock on the window.

You quickly slip your shoes back on and open the door. “You promised you’d be here when we came back and you’re really here!” Birdie squeals. Now they’re latched on to your legs and you can’t move, partially because they have you constricted, but mostly because you still have no idea what to do.

“Look, mummy! It’s the princess!” Liv yells.

“Let her go, girls,” she laughs. “That’s not how you treat a princess.” Her niceness relaxes you, and you swear the breath you exhale has been pent up inside since you stepped out of the car. “I’ve heard a lot about you,” she tells you. “Thanks for taking good care of them.”

“Always my pleasure,” you smile, making your way to her and Roger. “They’re the best. And I’m not just saying that because they think I’m a princess.”

The girls run back to the car to get their things and Roger’s questioning looks let’s her know he wants answers and he wants them now. “I was going to bring them back in the morning, but I didn’t want to wake them up that early. I have to be at a meeting for 8am, but I’ll pick them back up when I’m done.” She looks over at you with a fake smile this time and then looks back at Roger. “Did I ruin your plans?”

“No, we already had our dinner,” he says, completely unamused. “You could have called earlier. I would have made sure I was home.”

“Dinner,” she laughs. “Next time, tuck your shirt back in and fix your hair, Roger, and don’t make it so obvious. You have children.” She rolls her eyes and goes to help the girls get their things out of the car. You’re not sure if you can describe what you’re feeling right now as being mortified, but you know it’s more than just plain embarrassment. “You know,” she continues, “it’s not any of my concern, whatever this is, but…” She stops and walks back over to you. “Look, my kids are around and…”

Roger starts to talk, but you hold your hand up so they both listen to what you have to say. “The girls are my priority when I’m here. They don’t see anything inappropriate.”

“That’s why Olivia said you sleep in his room when you’re here,” she snarks. “At least you two did whatever it is you do when they weren’t around this time.” You open your mouth to talk but now she’s the one doing the silencing. “There’s a spot on your dress, sweetie,” she chuckles.

“You can leave now,” Roger grumbles. “For being so worried about the girls, you sure do dump them off as often as you can.”

Realizing this is not a conversation you don’t need to be hearing, let alone the kids, you grab the keys from his hand and usher the girls inside. It was too late to shield them. They knew the tone very well and they knew that it meant another argument. You can see it on their faces. But you think quickly and smile. “Ice cream?” Their distress fades and their faces immediately light up as they drop their bags and run into the kitchen. “Chocolate or chocolate?” you ask as you grab the bowls from the cabinet.

“She’s a bitch,” Roger offers up, completely out of the blue as he sits down next to you on the sofa, the girls playing in the other room.

“We all can be,” you tell him. “But I really don’t want to talk about her.” You lay your head on his shoulder and a hand on his chest.

He puts his hand on top of yours and kisses the top of your head. “I had more planned for this evening, but…” He starts to laugh. “We’ll just have to pick it up once the girls leave tomorrow.”

“So is this more than sex now?” you ask, immediately wishing you could find a way to travel back in time just a few seconds to keep yourself from saying that, but since you can’t, you try to play it off as a joke. “I mean, we did spend the night together last night without it. And we had an actual date tonight. And now you’re cuddling me again…” You force yourself to laugh and look up at him. He’s grinning, which isn’t what you expected. “I’m joking.”

“No you’re not,” he laughs. “You love me,” he mocks.

“I do not,” you laugh and slap his arm. “Shut up.” He jumps up from the sofa and rushes over to the other side of the room without warning. “Didn’t mean to offend you,” you giggle.

He walks back over holding a book in his hand. “For you,” he says as he hands it to you. “You didn’t have this one in your collection. It’s a new one. Finished it this afternoon. You’ll like it.”

“And now you’re giving me presents?” you say dramatically. “How can I not fall in love?” You pretend to swoon and fall back on the sofa. “Seriously, Roger, thank you. I can’t wait to start it.”

When you start to sit up he pushes you back down, straddling over you, pinning you down and refusing to let you get up. “I want to see how long I can stay like this before you can’t handle it anymore and want ravish me.” You start to scream with laughter and fight to get up, but he’s overpowering you. “Or want me to ravish you. Either way,” he laughs.

Liv and Birdie quickly run into the room to see what the commotion is and they walk in right when he has his face close to yours and they both start giggling. You and Roger know they’re right there, but you’re both locked in a smiling gaze. “Daddy’s gonna kiss her,” Birdie giggles.

“Kiss her, Daddy,” Liv encourages. “You said she’s pretty.”

“She is very pretty,” he murmurs, still looking at you with the smile on his face.

“Do you like her daddy?”

“I like her more than I should, I think.”

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Doctor Love | Berlin

Requested by anon:  So okay okay, I had this idea a few days ago, and since your requests are open I'm gonna slide in real quick :)is it okay if I request a little scenario where like, u know when Berlino does that dumb thing of self sacrificing becuz he's gonna die anyway? What if his girlfriend/reader has been searching for a cure for his illness and before he can get himself killed she goes in the bank and tells him and somehow they manage to escape from the bank? No pressure if the idea doesn't appeal u! Ily!!

Word count: 2.4k

Warning: spoilers of season 2! maybe swearing, mentions of violence, guns, the whole shabang

Note: not my gif! Okay, so I’m in love with this request!! It took me a little longer to write, because I wanted to get it perfect. Let me just say I’m not a doctor, so I have no idea if there is a cure for the illness he has, but Imma try! Hope you like it darling! Thanks for the request and love you too! xx

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‘I’m sick. I have an illness called Helmer’s myopathy. It’s a muscle degenerative disease, which means that my muscles get weaker and weaker until my heart muscles can’t keep up anymore. If I’m lucky I have four months left,’ he told you like it was nothing; like it was answer to a question on a pubquiz. He held your hands in his, knowing it would break your heart and dreams of a future with him.

‘Andrés..’ you whispered, ‘why didn’t you tell me sooner?’ He sighed and gently shook his head.

‘It’s uncurable, princess. I have medicine that I have to take every few hours that make it somewhat acceptable, but I wanted you to know.’

You visibly broke down. Even though you were always someone who never wanted to show any emotion besides happiness and anger, but this was different shit. Your hands were shaking, body trembing as you tried to understand that everything you had imagined yourself doing with Andrés would be nothing more than a dream. It simply didn’t make sence. Being together with Andrés for more than six months, you’d hoped he would be more open towards you and share what was going on with him. You felt your throat closing up, eyes filling with tears.

This illness was just the cherry on top for him. The man had done terrible things in his life and could mark off just about any sin in the Bible. Stealing, robbing, charming women. Karma was getting her way back to him and all he could do was accept his fate. It came across as cold to you. All this time you planned this whole life for you two together, but he knew that would never come true.

‘No! This is cruel! You let me believe we would be together for the rest of our lives, hell, you told me you wanted to marry me when you got out! You knew even if you made it out alive, you wouldn’t live longer than summer. You’ve done some terrible things in your life Andrés, but this..’ you exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air. ‘This is just rude.’

The sadness you felt quickly turned into anger as you kept yelling at him, hitting him in the chest. He knew better than to interrupt you and tell you that everything would be okay, because he just now realized it wouldn’t be okay. He would die and leave you behind. Period.

‘I knew you were a self-centred bastard! You always play these mind games and somehow make everyone get on their knees for you! Is that all I am to you, huh?! Some game to find how far you can go? Because let me tell you Andrés, this game is finished. Game. Over,’ you hissed. You threw your hands up in the air and stormed out.

That was more than four weeks ago. In the meantime you had spoken again and this time the anger had disappeared and just cried. That was all you could do. You had accepted that you would most likely be a widdow before summer and that broke your heart, but you also wanted to fight. Andrés told you there was no cure to his illness, but there was hope burning inside you and you did everything in your power to still find that cure. Whether it meant getting no sleep for the next few weeks or not.

Andrés would soon be leaving for the big robbery and you had spent every second of the day being with him and holding him close. The times where you would have rough sex the entire day were over; it was now making love. He was gentle to you, making you breakfast in bed even though he could easily ask one of the maids to do it and even buying you nice dresses in colours that matched your eyes.

Without him knowing, you contacted one of your best friends who worked at the lab of a university and asked him if he could do more research on medicine for muscle-related illnesses. He said he had some information that he wanted to share with you, but that meant you had to visit him.

‘Babe, I’m gonna have to run to Macy really quickly. Think you’ll be okay?’ you asked. Macy was your sister and seven months pregnant, so it often happened that you visited her to help her with something. That way he wouldn’t suspect a thing. You had no idea how he did it, but he always seemed to know what you were up to.

‘Of course, princess. Give her a kiss for me, okay?’ he winked, giving you a kiss on the lips. You lightly slapped his chest.

‘Be back for dinner,’ you told him. Out of the blue, he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you against him. He leaned down and you could feel his breath on your neck. Shivers send down your spine.

‘Your ass looks great in those jeans,’ he whispered, placing a light kiss on your neck and slapping you on the bottom. You giggled and pushed yourself away from him.

‘Bye!’ you called, waving him goodbye and walking out the door. You soon arrived at the university and was met by your friend who was waiting for you outside. You greeted each other with a hug and quickly got to work. He told you about the compositions of the different medications and what effect they had on what part of the muscle.

‘Isn’t there any way we could find a way to make this medicine last longer? This is the medication he uses now to keep it under control for a few hours,’ you gave him a syringe filled with the medicine and he studied it. He took the bottle from you and studied it contents.

‘There are some elements of this medicine that also appear in this,’ he pointed to a beaker filled with a milky white liquid. ‘I should be able to find a connection that makes this last longer.’

‘Is there anything I can do? I feel so hopeless not being able to do anything,’ you mumbled.

‘You did a great job already by giving me this. Is it okay if I keep the syringe? I need something that we know works, even if it isn’t permanent,’ he said. You nodded and waved your hand.

‘Of course. Anything to help find a cure. Thank you for doing this. I can’t even explain how much this means to me. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I hadn’t at least tried,’ you told him. He turned to look at you and gave you a hug. 

‘That’s what I’m here for. If I find anything, I’ll let you know, okay?’

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It was the fifth day of the heist. Andrés had been gone for almost three weeks now, being busy with training and all. He obviously knew about the plan already, but being the passionate man he is, wanted to go over every single detail again. He couldn’t afford making any mistakes. The goodbye was hard. You cried loudly as he held you close, whispering little reasuring words in your ear. You were thankful for Sergio. He kept you updated on everything that was going on, but didn’t tell you any details or steps of the plan. You didn’t want to either; it was scary enough without knowing how everything went down in there.

It was now wednesday and you were sitting on the couch. You hadn’t heard from Sergio in two days and it started to worry you. The news wasn’t exactly uplifting too. Andrés’ face was displayed all over every tv channel, name heard on every radio station and seen on every wall in Spain. Your heart fell even lower when the news announced he was sick. The smug inspector worked on you nerves as she spoke about him like he was an animal. Sure, the man had done things that broke the law, but he never killed anyone nor hurt any woman.

‘Fuck,’ you cursed under your breath. Suddenly your phone rang and the called ID showed Alex, your friend at the lab. Your heartbeat increased and you were anxious about what he was about to say. You picked up the phone and heard his loud voice. A tearful smile made it’s way on your face as you heard him say those three words you so desperately longed to hear.

‘I have it! I have the cure!’ he yelled. You jumped up and raced towards the university where he was already waiting on you. The hug you shared was one filled with hapiness.

‘Okay, he needs to inject this like he did with the other medicine. This is enough to last until november. I have some of it still in the lab so I produce more and work more on the duration of it. I can’t promise it will work for the rest of his life, but for now it’ll do,’ he spoke. You said goodbye and rushed to Sergio’s hide-out. The medicine you held in your hands would give him at least eight more months and until then Alex had a better cure. You burst through the doors and Sergio jumped up. You could see the whole that had been dug in the floor. You turned to Sergio and burst into tears of joy.

‘He’s not leaving us, Sergio. He’s staying. With you, with me. He’s staying,’ you rushed. Your heart was beating loudly in your ears and the rush of adrenaline was so high, you thought you’d pass out. Your words seemed to land as he slowly moved towards you. His gaze fell on the little box you were holding and his eyes flickered from the black object to the hole in the floor and tears welled in his eyes.

‘I have to get it to him, Sergio. He needs to know there is something out here for him. You and I both you the man is up to something. Let me go in there, please!’ you pleaded. He quickly snapped out his trance and gave you a red suit and black boots to finish the look.

‘When you get to the indside, wait inside the vault. No one knows you’re getting in and that way you won’t get attacked. Take this with you,’ he pushed a fake gun in your hands and you placed it in the holster on your thigh. ‘Goodluck.’

When you were about to enter, you heard a lot of noise coming from the computer. The police had broken in. He nodded to you and you ran as quickly as you could through the tunnel. When you entered the vault, you were met by two people. A young man with dark hair and a woman with blonde curls. They looked suprised to see you and the man pointed a gun at you.

‘Serg- El Professor send me. I’m Berlin’s girl,’ you quickly said, stumbling over your words. Sure, you were carrying a gun with you, but it was a fake. Having a real gun pointed at you made you nearly shit your pants. When the girl pointed out I was carrying a gun and came through the only way out, he lowered the gun and craweled through the tunnel. It wasn’t hard to find Berlin as he came running in the direction of where you were coming from. You caught the stares of the other people who nodded at you and went on with their duties.

‘Berlin, babe!’ you called, making him freeze.

‘What are you doing here, princess? It’s not safe for you. They’ll come running through those halls any minute now,’ he sternly said, turning around and grabbing you firmly by the arm. ‘Leave, now!’

‘No, I’m not leaving. I came here to tell you I found a cure,’ you breathed and everyone around you froze. ‘You didn’t know, but I’ve been doing research for a medicine and I’ve found it. The first dose should work ‘till November. After that I’ll have a much stronger and longer working dose.’

‘Princess, I told you to leave,’ he said more firmly this time. You didn’t move.

‘Like I said, I’m not leaving. Not without you anyway. You promised me a life that I could only dream of and now we can have it. I love you with all my heart. I can’t loose you. Not now, not ever.’ Tears cascaded down your cheeks as you begged the man you loved so much to trust you and come with you.

‘Leave, now. Helsinki, take her with you,’ he ordered the bulky man behind you, but he didn’t move.

‘Love is a passionate thing, Berlin. I don’t know this woman, but she found a cure for your uncurable disease. That’s literally doing the impossible. You have five seconds to decide to leave with this woman or I’ll take you with me. Don’t look away when you have everything in front of you,’ he spoke. He turned his attention to you and you gave him a grateful smile. He smiled back and nodded.

‘Will you please come with me? If you don’t come with me, I’ll stay with you. I either die with you or leave with you, you decide,’ you stated. He looked at the box you held in your hand and realized how much he loved you. Moving towards you, he passionately smashed his lips to yours. The kiss wasn’t filled with lust, but relief and gratefulness.

‘As soon as we walk out those doors, I’m marrying you. No exceptions,’ he mumbled against your lips. You nodded and held him closer.

‘That was the plan.’

You heard the policemen run behind you and Helsinki was quick to throw a grenade. Berlin pushed you all inside and bowed your head in his chest. Once the grenade had exploded, you all rushed back and blew up the tunnel. You joined Sergio and Helsinki in the back of the truck, leaning against Andrés.

‘There are no words to explain how much I love you, princess. No words.’

The two of you left to Cuba, where you got married soon after you arrived. The wedding was on the beach, your white dress flowing around you while you stared at the man you could finally call your husband. Only a month after the wedding you surprised Andrés by telling you were pregnant.

‘You are my heart, my soul and my everything. Thank you for being my wife and everything I’ve ever wished for.’

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Frank, Ivy’s venus fly trap plant who just happened to talk, made a sudden rude comment about Harley’s outfit to which the red head quickly responded to with a curt: “Shut the fuck up, Frank.” The thing had absolutely no filter and constantly made crude remarks about both of the women living in the apartment, unaware of the meaning of his own words. He was a cruel little shit and yet Ivy kept him around because he was good company. Someone to talk to when Harley was out robbing some bank or sticking it to the Joker. Reaching out, she grabbed the remote off of the coffee table sitting in front of her before pointing it at the TV and pressing a big red button to turn it off. She turns in her place, ignoring Franks incessant bitching, to face her best friend. Harley seems bothered, by what Ivy isn’t sure. She knows she’s having a tough time lately. After breaking things off with that asshole Clown, she had decided to strike out on her own. Though she had eventually got a crew made up of Clayface (Who always used her brush and left mud chunks in it), Doctor Psycho (Who got drunk and tried to fight the microwave), and King Shark (Ivy liked him the most. She found him to be hilarious), the blonde was still having trouble finding a proper nemisis. All of the good ones were taken by the established rouges in Gotham, so after a particularly embarrassing encounter with the young Boy Wonder on national television, Harley had been a foul mood for weeks, smashing TV’s left and right. Ivy was trying her best to be supportive, though she didn’t understand why her best friend was so eager to get into the Legion of Doom– they were all just a bunch of sexist assholes. All of these things were just misguided attempts to do that. Well, to get back at the Joker really. She knew that was her real motive, though she’d never say so.

Ivy eyes the pizza thoughtfully as Harley approaches. Truthfully, she was starving from not eating anything since early that morning. She would kill for a cheesy slice. Her stomach growls as she rolls her eyes. “I control all plant life on Earth, not just vines. There’s a difference.” The blonde is taking a seat on the couch and the Seductress gently shakes her head in a desperate attempt to sway her from what she knows she’s thinking. “Harley, do not break my TV,” she warns as she thumbs open the cardboard box. The pizza is cold, but she still takes a big bite of it with a frown. She hopes Harley gave that pizza boy hell for being late with their delivery. She’s watching Harley, chewing her food, as she grabs the tall bottle of wine before pouring a decent amount of the alcohol into the mug she harbored in a cabinet in the kitchen. She’s nodding along, listening to her rant about her ex as she swallows. She shushes Frank from making an insensitive comment before speaking. “I’m proud of you, you know that. It took you years, but you finally see that asshole for what he is and that hasn’t gone unnoticed. But Harley, come on.” She grabs the remote and flips on the nightly news. Harley’s and the Joker’s most recent heists are competing for the day’s top story and Ivy’s pointing at the TV to prove her point. “You’re obviously trying to gain his respect or some twisted shit like that.” She shrugs, not wanting to fight. This seemed to be the topic of interest that got both women the most heated and she didn’t want to push it. “Whatever, just know I’m proud of you.” A brief pause. “Do you wanna watch a movie or something?” A way to ease the tension between the two that would inevitably follow this conversation.

THE WORST HOUSEMATE.   If Ivy didn't have a thing for enjoying the company of plants Harley would have smashed Frank to pieces by now.   Would have saved them both the malicious remarks even if he encouraged some of Harley's bad decisions.   It also would have saved at least one TV since her outbreak could have been aimed at him.   But if Ivy for whatever reason wanted his misogynistic ass around then Ivy could deal a few of Harley's own decisions.

The decisions came in the form of her own gang.   She hadn't formally named them but Dr. Psycho ,   who wasn't called that for nothing ,   Clayface and King Shark.   She doubted they were at the top of anyone's list of wannabe sidekicks but their sides were pretty kickable so Harley went with it.   From her past experiences with him , that was what being a sidekick meant. Having a sidekick ,   or many ,   meant she was one step closer to being a part of the Legion of Doom.   If good guys wanted to be part of the Justice League ,   then bad guys wanted to be a part of the Legion of Doom.   It was that level of a big deal ,   and for once in her life Harley wanted to be the big fucking deal in Gotham.   Beat being swept under the carpet by the rest of the wannabes which was what she had spent a lot of her time doing.

To conquer that ,   she had tried to find a nemesis ,   but after the Robin incident   —   Harley didn’t want to even think about another fight ,   another put down because someone thought they were better than her.   She didn’t have an ego but riding high on confidence came at a price ,   and Harley felt the need to prove that it was worth it.   She put a lot on herself to prove to the world that she was Harley Fucking Quinn and not the Joker’s lame ex-girlfriend.   Then she’d be considered for the Legion and she would be looked upon as more than a woman trying to play the men at their own game.   She would be a part of the game ,   a moving player for people to take notice of.   That may have sounded like a crazy dream ,   but with Harley ,   everything started as crazy.

She knew Ivy thought that everything was doing was because of the Joker ,   and granted he was constantly niggling in the back of her mind but that pushed her to do better than him ,   that was different from him. That was better than him ,   right ??   ❝   An’ I control my baseball bat !!   That’s all a gal really needs in life !! ❞   The spoken thought didn’t ease the want to smash the TV but she refrained. ❝ Fine but only ‘cause ya asked nicely !! ❞   Distracting her thoughts with cold pizza didn’t seem to help her mood but it tasted better than she had been expecting.   Then maybe that was also the fault of the alcohol.   Alcohol was a good solution to most of life’s problems ,   that or it helped create problems.   Then Harley didn’t need a helping hand in creating problems ,   she was a whirlwind of problems and Ivy was mostly a dartboard for her thoughts and most of them were way off target.

She had been babbling on about the Joker but Ivy’s words had stopped her in her tracks.   Harley honestly couldn’t remember the last time someone had said they were proud of her.   ❝ It’s usually more ❛ do better Harley ❜ ,   ❛ be better Harley ❜ not ❛ I’m proud of you Harley ❜ ,   what am I supposed to do with that ??   ❞   The blonde scowled a the screen as Ivy changed channels ,   she could feel the anger burning inside of her at the mere sight of his face. ❝ If we ain’t smashin’ screen then I may have t’ invest in a dartboard. ❞ She could even pin his face to it even the score. ❝ I’m kiddin’ !! Sorta   —   I mean yea I totally don’t wanna pin his face to a dartboard because why would I have to when I have you here !! ❞   She playfully bumped against Ivy’s elbow ,   trying to make her laugh.   Harley hoped that was the end of that because she didn’t need to deal with her emotions.   ❝ Sure ,   but as long as it’s not a Reese Witherspoon movie.   If we knockin’ him outta my mind we don’t need memories of cake and Sweet Home Alabama !! ❞

[fallenfurther]

The popcorn thief

While discussing how John could lurk and spy on his family using all the tech in the living room, the idea of him instigating a popcorn heist from Thunderbird 5 came to me. It was just too much not to write, because I’ve not written John in a while and I can so see him messing with his brothers from up high. Enjoy!

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John floated in front of the projection as MAX raced down the corridor with Scott’s popcorn. It had been a slow two weeks in regard to rescues, with only two major and a few minor call outs. Maintenance had been caught up on, as well as sleep, and some of his brothers were now struggling to keep themselves entertained. Gordon was the brother John was keeping his eye on. With Lady Penelope busy in England and having already pulled a few jokes on Alan, it was only a matter of time before he set up a large prank. Thunderbird Five was up to date on every major upgrade and EOS was happily fielding calls to enforce the Grandma mandated relaxation time. He was due to head down to the island that day, but with Gordon prowling, it was about time John got his brother back for the last prank that had been played on him.

John had gotten MAX to wait around the corner next to Gordon’s secret access elevator while Scott had made the popcorn for the movie. Watching his big brother secretly through the camera in the lounge, John waited until the popcorn was on the table and Scott had left to round up the family. He then sent MAX the ‘GO’ signal. The robot had darted out and grabbed the popcorn, before heading back the way he’d come towards the elevator. John observed the theft simultaneously through the living room camera and MAX’s built in one. MAX had even, rather gleefully for a robot, scattered some popcorn under the fish tank as he passed by. The stolen popcorn was then placed in the specially designed box John had strapped into the space elevator. He activated the recall mechanism and smiled in anticipation. Taking a breath, John straightened out his features into his usual calm demeanour and tapped into the communication link between Five and the Island, thus projecting his form into the room. Projected before him was the images of Virgil and Gordon collapsing onto the sofas.

“Not coming down to join us?” Queried Virgil, with a raised eyebrow.

“Grandma won’t be happy.” Gordon jeered, eyes sparkling at the thought of witnessing a battle of wills between John and Grandma.

“I have a few more things I need to finish up here first.”

Technically it wasn’t a lie, but all the things left on his list were non-urgent or research related tasks that could be put off until next week. Not that John let any of that show in his face. He was a master communicator and could withhold information in a heartbeat if he didn’t deem it necessary for the task ahead. The sound of feet announced the arrival of Alan as he raced into the room, only to stop abruptly with a confused look.

“Where’s the popcorn?”

“What popcorn?”

“The popcorn Scott just made. He told me to get in here fast before you two ate it all.”

Virgil and Alan both turned to Gordon, whose face showed mild shock until he smiled.

“Seriously guys, you think I’d mess with Scott’s popcorn after what happened with Virgil? Scott was a right misery guts after that, and Virgil only stole it because he thought he could get away with it.”

“I managed to placate him. Though I had hoped he would blame it on you. It would have been left unattended on the island for a whole rescue and it was pretty much guaranteed to be eaten in that time.”

“Well, we’d better find it before he comes back. He’s just helping Grandma finish the laundry, so she can join us.”

Alan’s voice held concern as John watched his brothers split up at light speed to search for the missing popcorn. He popped up the map showing the little moving dots of everyone on the island. EOS had labelled each heat signature with the persons favourite colour after verifying the individual each signature belonged to using cameras and deduction. The frantic footfall echoed around the comm sphere as his brothers searched the lounge and beyond. Virgil headed down to the kitchen while Alan headed around the corner, as the blue and purple dots of Scott and Grandma started their approach to the lounge. John smiled internally.

“There’s popcorn near your fish tank, Gordon!”

Alan was still within range of the highly sensitive microphones in the living room, as the yellow dot started toward the youngest Tracy.

“Someone must be trying to frame me.”

The aquanaut responded as the green dot left the kitchen and joined the red and yellow one at the scene of the crime. To the right of the map, John could see the blue and purple dots reaching the living room.

“Gordon, if you don’t own up, you’re going to be in trouble, and Scott will make sure you don’t have any celery crunch bars in Thunderbird Four for the next month.”

“It wasn’t me this time.”

“What wasn’t you, this time?”

It was Grandma stern voice from the empty lounge that echoed down the corridor as she headed over the Tracy huddle. She had ears like a hawk, and Scott was right on her heals. It didn’t take long for them to put two and two together. John was certain they were standing in front at least one worried looking Tracy.

“Where’s the popcorn Gordon?”

“I don’t know.”

“You had better go fetch it, that was the last of the kernels.”

Scott voice was level but stern. John knew it wasn’t that last kernels as he’d gotten MAX to hide the rest. Grandma would also know this, having done the weekly inventory two days ago.

“I don’t know where the popcorn is.”

With that, the yellow dot scarpered.

“You better be fetching my popcorn!”

Gordon was far enough away now that John couldn’t hear his response, but whatever it was made Scott give chase. Knowing no one was watching him, John finally let himself smile as the game of Cat and Mouse started. It was very much like the old cartoon Grandma made them watch as kids, which Gordon had loved replicating as a child. The rest of the dots headed back to the living room, and all but Grandma sat down on the couches.

“You were meant to be coming down, young man.”

“I’ve got a few more things to do up here. I might be able to come down tomorrow.”

“I’ve heard that before John Glenn Tracy. If you’re not down by the end of the week, I’m sending Scott up.”

“FAB Grandma. I’ll be down when this has blown over.”

The matriarch studied him with a frown and John kept his cool, though he knew the game was up. She knew, he could see it in her eyes.

“Right then, Virgil you get the film ready. Alan bring the portable holoprojector across from the desk, if John won’t be here physically, he can float beside us, and John, make the missing kernels appear so Scott can have his popcorn. I’ll go get your brothers.”

John shut down the visual feed and sent the message to MAX to put the kernels back and thanking the robot for his help. Propelling himself away from the projections, John headed to the elevator and retrieve the box of popcorn. It had a special rubber opening in the top which allowed him to access the popcorn while still keeping it mostly contained. He carried it back to the comms sphere where EOS had linked the lounge projector up to Thunderbird Five, so it now displayed the start menu for Virgil’s choice of film. The little green box popped up at the bottom, indicating that John was now being projected somewhere. Tapping the icon, brought up the camera feed alongside the film screen, clearly displaying the relaxing holograms of his family. Their voices once again filled the air around him.

“I can’t believe you did that, John,” Alan’s voice full of surprise, “Scott’s going to drag you down later.”

John just smiled knowingly at his younger brother, as Scott, Grandma and Gordon entered the room. Reaching into his box, John grabbed a handful of popcorn and started popping pieces into his mouth. Grandma was standing between Gordon and Scott, obviously not impressed by their behaviour. John just hovered waiting for their eyes to fall on him, enjoying the mix of sweet and salt that Scott always made. Anger flicked across the man’s face before he spoke in a steady voice.

“So, you really did steal my popcorn.”

“I was in the mood for popcorn.”

“You could have just come down.”

“And share it with all of you? Also, you’ve forgotten to ask if I wanted some the past three movie nights.”

Scott winced slightly at the accusation, knowing full well that it was correct. John knew his brother never meant to forget him.

“Sorry John, I’ll remember next time.”

“Apology accepted.”

Grandma patted Scott on the back and guided him towards the kitchen.

“Now go make some more, the missing kernels should be back where they belong.”

Scott turned to glare at John’s hologram, before heading down the stairs.

“Now John, aren’t you going to apologise for framing Gordon?”

“No point.” Gordon butted in, “He was just getting me back for the bagel swap I did on him last time he was down.”

John nodded while Grandma sighed.

“You’re all meant to be responsible adults.”

She muttered under her breath as she took the seat next to Virgil. Gordon was grinning from ear to ear as he put his feet up on the table. John continued to eat his prize as Grandma berated Gordon about his manners. Scott returned with a bowl full of fresh popcorn, which he placed on the table before taking a handful. Multiple other hands reached forward and dived in after him. Scott smirked as he glanced at John’s hologram.

“Are you keeping that piece in your hair for later?”

John reached up and sighed as his fingers found the runaway kernel.

“Do you need me to increase the flow through the extraction unit, John? It would be problematic if food got in any of Thunderbird Five’s circuitry.”

Laughter from the island filled the space at EOS’s helpful comment, the image of the AI projecting above the feed of his family.

“No, EOS. That won’t be necessary.”

[foxydangerfluff]

Glitch in the System

The first time, it was an accident. Phaedra didn't mean to perform an act of outright villainy. All she wanted was to break into the vault, just to prove that she could. But two things happened that day: she discovered how much fun villainy was, and she saw the Azure Vixen in action. Vixen was the city's local superhero, a fact of which Phaedra had been superficially aware. It hadn't really mattered before, but now? Well, now it mattered a lot. Seeing Vixen up close and personal had been an... interesting experience. Phaedra, thief and hacker extraordinaire, bit her lip, a flush creeping up her neck. She'd gotten away, but for a moment, she hadn't wanted to. So she devised a plan.

The second time she went face to face with Vixen, it was months later and she'd pulled off quite a few heists in the meantime. She'd finished before the superhero could arrive, and with some amount of frustration had retreated to her headquarters without seeing the fox. This time, however, she'd taken a calculated risk. The job would take a while, and she'd be exposed for a good deal of it.

As if on cue, Vixen arrived to take her down. Phaedra (or Glitch, as the papers were calling her) had to blow the system. "That's a lovely tail you've got, Vixen!" she called even as she fled the scene. When she returned home, free of her alter identity, Phaedra congratulated herself on being able to say anything at all, even if it wasn't as witty as she would have liked. --- The next few months were cat and mouse games between the two of them. Vixen would say something dutifully clever and sly, and Phaedra would sometimes respond in kind, and other times would sputter something out. The media at least was in her favor; they only ever published the witticisms that passed between the two of them, heroine and villainess. Phaedra knew that a subculture of the city had started to ‘ship’ them, and she was young enough to know what that meant, and infatuated enough to be embarrassed. (She would never admit that she'd submitted a 'fan' theory or two.) There were other villains in the city, of course, and other heroes, all of varying degrees of dastardly or heroic. Phaedra never killed; she was a thief, not a murderer. And the media eventually discovered that she really only stole from corrupt organizations. Phaedra was, well... not a hero, exactly, but not the pure villain that others were. She'd seen the term 'anti-hero' bandied about a few times, but never paid much attention to it. She got better at laying traps, both real and digital. Other heroes would get ensnared, and she'd be long gone before they could reach her. She even tripped up Vixen a few times, but true to her name, the heroine was elusive. Phaedra was convinced the other woman never made mistakes. When Vixen got tripped up by one of the more vicious villains, it came as quite a shock. Phaedra had long ago found out where Vixen's headquarters were, even if her actual identity was locked down tight. After seeing the news and finding out how badly Vixen had been injured, she decided a visit was in order. --- Phaedra knocked politely on the door of the house. It was out in the suburbs, at the edge of "city" and "rural". Plenty of space for a hero to train and recuperate away from their identity. The house itself was listed as belonging to Sylvia Wilde, though she suspected that was just another identity, used to give Vixen some amount of privacy. She tried not to fidget on the doorstep, keeping herself relaxed. Just as she was about to knock again, the door opened, just a sliver. "May I help you?" came the husky voice that could only belong to Vixen. "I'm so sorry to disturb you, miss, but I have a delivery here for someone at this address." Phaedra held out the bouquet of multicolored daisies. She'd arranged it herself, and had even included a card (carefully devoid of any evidence). The door widened, and Vixen frowned down at her, calculation flickering in her eyes. She took out the card, her eyes narrowing briefly before she gave a small shake of her head, chuckling softly. "Thank you for the delivery. Do you need me to sign for anything?" For a brief moment, Phaedra wondered what Vixen's signature would look like. Would it be sharp and angular? Loopy, flowery, feminine? Some combination? One could tell a lot about someone from their handwriting, after all. But the moment passed, and she beamed, shaking her head. "Not at all, miss. You have a pleasant day!" She retreated from the steps and to the (borrowed) floral van, giving Vixen a brief wave before the door closed. Once she had driven out of sight, Phaedra gave a silent cheer. She'd made progress, even if it was under somewhat false pretenses. --- While Vixen was out of commission, Glitch laid low a while. Internet speculation either had her out of the country, plotting something truly extraordinary, or simply bored while her favorite superhero was recuperating. Phaedra did not go to the home of one Sylvia Wilde again, though she sent two more bouquets, each with personalized cards. "To the foxiest lady I know, Get well soon. You are missed. - MissingNo"

It wasn't a real encryption by any means, but she wasn't about to use either of their alter egos on the cards. There was no telling who might take a peek. (Though she thought the reference to the glitch Pokémon had been a stroke of mild genius on her part.) Still, the time was not spent idling around. Phaedra did, in fact, come up with a delightful scheme that involved taking down the villain who'd hurt Vixen in the first place. She even had a follow-up plan, with a specific goal in mind. --- It wasn't easy, but she dealt with Snare, and even kept it reasonably quiet. The media made no comments on it, no one assigned her name to it. It really was as if he had just... disappeared. That he was in prison escaped notice entirely. Well... almost entirely. Vixen had figured out a little, herself, while she was out of action. A simple vase with a few flowers was in front of her headquarters that evening, with a simple, typed note attached. "Missy, Thanks for today. Sylvia"

Phaedra went to sleep with a smile on her face that night. Maybe things weren't so bad, after all. --- It took several weeks for her other plan to take root. Phaedra did very little in public. In fact, the Internet was oddly concerned at the lack of any Glitch action. She was touched, if somewhat confused. Apparently people liked a villain with morals. She spent a lot of time at her computer, long hours poured into hacking this system or that one. While this was not meant to be her grand finale, it would be a masterpiece... and she really hoped it would pay off. Finally, it was time. Armed with her traps and a small bit of liquid courage, Glitch stepped out into the night. The smartphone she used for her heists was in hand, and once she was in position, she used it to remote start the dozens of programs she'd installed across the city. All but the most important lights went out, district by district, until only a soft glow remained where there were smatterings of traffic lights. (So sue her; she had morals, after all.) Glitch had an excellent vantage point from a nearby skyrise, and watched with pleasure as the city stadium lit up, its giant screen coming to life with the message she'd told it to display. "VIXEN, ARE YOU READY?"

The letters flashed, bold and bright and obvious against the dark backdrop of the city. "I AM WAITING."

Glitch tightened the harness around her waist, testing the line. This was a theft she'd been dying to pull off since the moment she'd laid eyes on Vixen. "COME AND GET ME."

She dove off the building's roof, following the line down, down, down. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see movement. The pale blue glow that was part of Vixen's natural abilities (what had led her to be a hero? Phaedra wondered, not for the first time) glimmered to the side, following her descent with ease. As if on cue, several of her more harmless traps and diversions went off, slowing the heroine down, tripping her up. (It was all a ruse.) The end of the line was near; the ground was growing closer, and she wondered what would happen when she reached it. The villainess never really found out. Vixen pounced from the shadows, tackling her and rolling them both along the ground. Surely they would both have bruises by the end. Before she could struggle to her feet, Vixen had her pinned down, golden eyes staring out of the kitsune mask she wore. "Show's over, Glitch. It's time to admit defeat." Phaedra smiled as if she were playing a marvelous joke. "Ah, but you see, I have one last weapon." She gripped a (harmless) bit of tech between her teeth before withdrawing it, careful not to swallow. "You must get it from me. Creatively." Vixen paused, her head tilting at the woman beneath her, before she slowly lifted her mask up to reveal an amused grin. "You know... if you'd wanted a date, all you had to do was ask. You didn't have to take over the city."

[stealinghero]

During the middle of a life treathening situation, one that looks like there’s no way out of it, Lupins SO turns to him and calls out “Arsène! If we make it out of this alive remind me that I wanted to propose to you after all of this!" Well... They survived. Lupin has QUESTIONS

This was SO great to work with!! I love going a bit deeper under his thick skin. I changed the scenario a bit, but I hope it’s okay.

What else could happen? You almost had been shot, you had been hung upside down over a bunch of dangerously sharp spikes and now the goddamn ceiling was coming down on you. All this in a short time of an hour. And the best part? Your lovely partner who could save you was nowhere to be seen since the beginning!!

Pressed flat on the floor, you crawled around next to Jigen looking for an escape route or at least some button to press and stop that ceiling from squishing you.

“That was a stupid idea and I just wanted to say for the protocol, that it was an honour to die next to you,” Jigen growled and let his fingers run around the walls in frantic hope to find a stop.

“Same, old man. But you know what?! I wanted to finally ask Arsène to marry me after this damned heist.”

He laughed mirthlessly. “Better had done that before, eh?”

“I just stole the ring today, forgive me.”

The ceiling began touching your back, leaving only a small space to move around.

“Well, that’s that then,” you concluded, pulling out the small diamond ring and nudged it into the corner between ceiling and wall, producing a mechanical scream and a stopped descend.

“What did you…? Did you find something?” Jigen tried to turn around and you realised that he must have it a much more narrower than you.

“I trashed the ring. Seems like the diamond was genuine enough to block the mechanics for now.”

“Great, so we’re not made into pancakes for now?”

“For now.” You dared to take a deeper breath, happy that you never had a thing for claustrophobia.

Steps were heard.

“Jigen?! Where are you guys?”

“Lupin!” you both shouted in unison.

The ceiling still worked on descending, machine parts still trying their best to work against the blockage.

“Hold on a second! I will…,” he seemed to have seen a solution to your problem. The ceiling began to screech and something gave way. “That wasn’t the right...:” The descend had started again.

“I swear I HATE THIS DAY!” you could hear Jigen behind you scream for his life and your last thoughts were going behind that ceiling.

“Arsène, at least let me propose before I die...,” you begged.

But the ceiling began to break your ribcage and the world turned black.

 “I don’t know, Goemon. I am just… grateful? I owe you, man.”

“As long as they survive.”

“Jigen is already smoking again, cussing the shit out of me for letting me making a pancake out of him.”

“But you still grin.”

“You heard what my lovebird said.”

“Lupin, don’t you ever grow up?”

“I want to marry them.”

“But you never proposed.”

“Hm.” Here the thief went silent and you could see him blush.

“Guess I’m not grown up enough.”

Goemon let out a short laugh.

“You are scared?”

“Never tell them!!”

“I don’t have to.” The samurai had spotted you on your place at the door, thickly bandaged ribcage, leaning on the door frame for support. Lupin froze with his back turned to you, his neck was red just like the tip of his ears.

“I’m hungry.” Basic needs would come before any other discussion. And maybe it was better that way? What if you had proposed and he had said no?

“Hey Hungry, I’m Lupin.”

Great, he was in panic mode.

“Goemon, could you make me a soup? You are the best cook here,” you plead and turned around to head to bed, fully knowing that Lupin followed you.

“Listen, forget it, Lupin. The diamond I had was destroyed and you can relax.”

He took your hand, watching you with love-filled eyes.

“I want to marry you. I really do.”

You took a step back. “Wait, what?”

“I am an idiot, come on. I was too scared you could… well, I am not…”

“Arsène, spill it.”

“I know I am not the man you deserve. And I know that if you were my partner for life, I would thank whatever’s out there the rest for my life to have such an angel by my side. But I also know that there are a lot of better men out there.”

“Name one.”

“Jigen.”

You snorted. “Sure. I am getting so wet thinking about this stinky gunman.”

“Goemon!”

“Would we have sex or would he slice my up like a sashimi?”

“Zenigata.”

“Arsène.” You pulled him closer and kissed him. “Giving you enough time, you would play this game until I have to marry the Pope. But I want you. And only you.”

“Forever?”

You gave him a smile and nodded. “In this and the following lives until we both stop to exist.”

You felt his hands getting sweaty, when he took them away from you and got on one knee.

“So, do you want to really marry me?”

You nodded. “Although I wanted to propose to you. How did you even know?”

His eyes got a dark shadow over them. “This bastard made me watch. I should witness the last of my partner’s moments.”

“That’s how you found us that quickly?”

“I… you… You gave up on the ring and I thought you would give up on us. But when I was there and you begged…” he let out a heavy sigh and took out a ring box to show you his engagement ring for you.

“So all it takes for Arsène Lupin to propose to his lover is a life threatening situation?”

“I wanted to… for 4 weeks now.”

“What?!”

“I told you I was scared shitless and I am not that brave as you!”

“You never told me!”

“You never asked!”

“Arsène Frédéric Lupin  the third, I swear to God…”

He put the ring on your finger and began to grin.

“You already said yes. You can’t take that back!”

The pure shock and playful terror in his voice made you laugh and hold your broken ribs.

“I would never,” you promised and pulled him to his feet to kiss him lovingly.

[allthelovelywriting]

Stay

This was part of @rdrsecretcupid2020's Valentine Day event. I had the pleasure of writing a Valentine's Day gift for @eaglepatronus​. 

Pairing: Arthur Morgan/Charles Smith 

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 2603

Summary: Arthur has always been loyal to Dutch, the alpha who was kind enough to take an omega like him in. That loyalty has never faltered, until a quiet morning's conversation with Charles, his alpha.

[ cross-posted to ao3 ]

The sun rose carefully over the horizon. The warm beams kissed the trees of the forest, morning finally come, but Arthur had been awake for hours. He can’t remember the last time he slept, let alone rested.  

The small clearing he finds himself in isn’t much, just a reliable hunting spot. But to Arthur, it was something more. It was a place where there weren’t overwhelming scents of alphas and betas. Here, he could just be, without having to worry about any of that.  

With a good amount of game strapped to his horse, perhaps far more than he needed, Arthur knew he should be getting back to camp. Someone always needed something—Dutch always needed something—and the sooner he got going, the sooner he could be out again, on another job.  

And yet, he couldn’t make himself move.  

Why?  

Well, Arthur shifted against the log he sat in front, he knew why. Was it selfish, to just want a bit more time to himself? He thought it over as his pen moved along his journal pages. Switching from an entry about the latest job he’d done for Dutch, to an unfinished depiction of the clearing in front of him. Yeah, it probably was.  

Guilt settles in his chest, a weighted, heavy feeling. He knows he has to get up soon, there really isn’t any other choice, and he hates that he’s even hesitating. Everyone at camp needs him to keep working, and here he is, wasting time. Even if Dutch is forever chasing that “one last heist”, he needs Arthur to be by his side. And yet, here he sits, miles away.  

The uneasiness these thoughts have brought forward is calmed somewhat when a breeze blows through the area. A scent—familiar and full—is brought to him.  

It’s a mixture of the bold smell of the forest trees they’d go hunting in; the fresh smell of grass in the camps they rested in; the smell of lemon bar soap, ever so slightly; but most of all, it's the heady smell of an alpha. His alpha. Charles.  

He rides his horse into the clearing in the same calm, self-assured manner he does most things. That feeling is contagious, and Arthur lets himself rest a bit more, breathe a bit easier.  

“Arthur,” Charles nods to him. He gets off his horse and walks over. Doesn’t make Arthur come to him; treats him like an equal, and goes to his mate himself. Even that, such a simple gesture, is one he’s starved of and makes his heart lift.  

“Charles,” he greets back, and he can’t stop the smile that appears on his lips. Like a schoolboy with a crush, and yet, when Charles sits next to him, close enough so their shoulders brush, arms against one another, but choosing his left side so Arthur can continue to draw if he wants, he can’t find it in himself to stop the grin.  

Arthur puts his journal away; gives his alpha his full attention. Charles smiles, easily, right back at him: “Been a while since I’ve seen you in camp.”  

Arthur nods. He tried to come back to camp more often, not wanting to worry his alpha, but at the same time, Dutch always had something else for him to do. The moments he got to himself were few and far between, and the moments between him and his mater were fewer and further. It seemed they only got this: the times when Charles would come looking for him, on Dutch's request.  

“Been huntin’,” he says, in lieu of an apology. He fails to mention the people he’s gone after recently, beating them for their debt money. Or the stagecoach robbery that ended worse off than he’d have liked, with a bad brawl with two alphas.  

Charles knows all this, of course. Even if he weren’t Arthur’s alpha, the scent of an omega that had been in a bad scrap is unmistakable. And he’s covered in two other alpha’s scents, overlaying that of his bond. Charles must smell it, be aching to scent him again and reclaim his body, but he holds off. He knows that Arthur tries to please everyone in his life, and fears the ire that comes from lack of doing so. He needs to take things at his own pace, so Charles lets him. Doesn’t push when Arthur gives no further explanation.  

“Caught a lot,” he says, nodding to Arthur’s horse. The whitetail on the back, the few rabbits on this side, and what looks some kind of bird on the other side isn’t bad at all.  

Arthur perks up at the praise, “I’ve got more in my satchel, too.”  

“So you’ve been eating then?” Charles questions, his tone light, even though he knows the answer. He reaches for his own bag, passing over a piece of jerky.  

“Been busy, s’all.” Arthur eats the food, gladly. It’s almost serene, sitting in the rising sun’s light, Charles by his side.  

They sit in silence for a little, enough for the sky to bleed more orange than blue. Charles turns to Arthur, and he didn’t even have to ask before Arthur is barring his neck, showing his bond mark, and silently asking for him to scent him. He wastes no time in making Arthur smell like his once more, kisses and a few bites placed on his neck for good measure.  

It calms the omega, making him feel better than he had since... Well, since he had left camp, and Charles, about a week ago. It’s almost enough to make doze off, but—  

“Have you been sleeping?”  

Arthur bites back a sigh. He knew his mate would ask this, because it’s so obvious he hasn’t. This morning was the first that he’d not been constantly moving since he left camp.  

“Been busy,” he says again, voice sounding smaller than he meant it to. “Dutch needed me.”

That causes Charles to pull away, and makes Arthur wish he hadn’t said anything.  

“Arthur,” Charles says, concerned, but Arthur can’t help but feel like he’s about to get scolded. It’s a topic they’ve never really breached. Few arguments rose between them, but this was surely to be a point of contention.

“Charles,” he replies in kind. The comfortable silence is gone, and now he really wishes he hadn’t said anything. As much as it pains him to talk back to his alpha, his lover, his best friend, he feels he has to. Has to justify the countless hours spent running from county to county, risking himself. “I’ve got to be loyal to him.”

The past months haven’t been kind. Hell, it’s been rough since Blackwater, maybe even before, but these past few months especially have been rough for the gang. Now isn't the time to be slacking, or selfishly thinking about one's self. If a few bumps and bruises, scrapes and cuts, are what it takes to keep everyone alive, then that's what he'll do. It's the least he can do, for Dutch.

“After everything that’s happened, we got to stay together,” Arthur finds himself saying. “Just trust in him.”  

Dutch’s words feel odd in his mouth, and he doesn’t like being a parrot, but there’s little else he can do. Justifying Dutch’s actions to himself has become increasingly hard, and in front of his mate, nearly impossible. Still, he feels like he has to try. It's the least he can do.

“Loyalty can’t be one-sided.” Charles allows his hand to meet Arthur’s, fingers intertwining to ground both of them. The touch is one of the few they're allowed in camp; it's quick and doesn't take time away from the seemingly countless chores. So it's familiar; welcome. Still, even Charles can't shield him from the harsh reality of his past.

There had been a time when Dutch would have told him to jump, and he'd ask how high; told him to steal, and he’d ask how much; told to murder, and he would only have asked how many. The omega muscle that was eager to please; to show his worth. To the gang, but more so to the alpha that risked so much to take him in.

Dutch had bet the safety of the gang, and even his respect as an alpha, to have the first member of his gang, besides the women, be an omega. And Arthur couldn't ever let him down. He'd given him a place to live, food, advice, a family, so what if maybe he had to fight to keep his trust? Sure, maybe he wasn't as accommodating as Charles, didn't meet him halfway for everything, and sometimes he questioned Arthur's loyalty, but that just means that Arthur wasn't showing his loyalty enough, wasn't it?

It wasn't with Charles. It was always fifty-fifty. A split; a compromise. The give and take of equals, even if he was an omega. Is that why their loyalty feels different? Unbreakable? With Dutch, it seems he has to fight to keep his trust. Never with Charles; he gave willingly.  

“You can’t be the only one making sacrifices,” Charles continues. Arthur looks away. Wishes he still had his journal out, something to distract him.  

“He took us in,” he urges. With Charles, it was different; an alpha’s chances are always better than an omega’s. Especially if that omega is a scrappy orphan, son of a known, hated alpha. If Dutch and Hosea hadn’t taken him, he’d be dead now, simple as that.

“I know why you’re loyal, Arthur,” Charles soothes, too understanding for his own good. The solid timber of his voice is just as calming as his scent, and has the omega, unwillingly, turning back to him. “But that doesn’t have to be all there is.”

His words take a moment to settle in Arthur’s mind, but when they do, they have the effect of cold water rushing over him. He whips his eyes to Charles’, and tries to hide the sinking feeling of dread in his heart, at least enough to keep his voice steady. “What? You want to leave the gang?”  

It doesn’t work.  

But he doesn’t really care. Doesn’t care if he sounds like a desperate little omega, because that’s his alpha talking about leaving him. The bond mark on his neck burns, and he wonders if it was just temporary, fleeting, a placeholder. 

“Not alone, no.” A warm hand comes to rest on the mark, thumb running over it in smooth circles. The tension that had built up quickly fades just as fast and is all but disappeared with a kiss.  

“The gang’s family,” he insists. “Can’t just leave them behind.”  

A future with Charles is something he’s barely dared to hope for, but the thought of it coming at the price of leaving John, Hosea, even little Jack? It sets an uneasy feeling in him.  

Charles nods. This isn’t something he’s going to convince Arthur of today, so he steps back. Gives Arthur the chance to go about it at his own pace, set his own boundaries. It means more than he’ll ever know.  

The silence that overtakes them is calm once more, met with the sun higher in the sky than either of them would have liked. The sure, steady breathing of his mate is almost enough to let him doze off.

But he can't. Their conversation weighs over him. And though the silence is nice, he can’t help but try and justify;

“Someone has to do it.”  

“It doesn’t have to be you,” is Charles’ easy reply. “At least not alone.”  

He says it simply, like it’s obvious. Offers his help as if he wasn’t the first person to do so. That stirs emotions Arthur isn’t sure he likes, something that far too akin to butterflies, and much prefers to lean against the strong shoulder next to him. Maybe if he weren’t so tired, hadn’t been able to rest for so long, he would have cared more, but he doesn’t.  

“It’s always been this way.” Arthur says it with a sigh, something even he wasn’t expecting. He’d always been resigned to his role, even happy to do it the first few years after Dutch let him go out on his own.  

“It doesn’t have to be.”

Arthur huffs at that, something like a laugh. How is it so easy for him to be so sincere, so caring? Like... like he truly does believe he’s worth it.  

“I’m not a good man,” he states, quietly. It’s a fact. While none in the gang are exactly saints, he’s far worse, especially compared to the man next to him. The alpha that’s always been patient with him, met all his walls with compassion, never pushed too far, always respected his boundaries. His alpha.

Charles seems to consider this for a bit. It’s no secret that he doesn’t agree and that he’s tried in vain to convince Arthur otherwise. It's one of the few things they argue about, and neither of them wants that now. Charles has talked at length about how good he thinks Arthur is, and Arthur has denied it in turn.

He doesn’t start again, avoiding the argument and instead saying, “That doesn’t mean you’re not deserving.”  

Deserving? Of what?  

Charles wraps his arm around Arthur, holding him close.

Of this, he answers silently.  

He hates how safe it makes him feel. How vulnerable he felt before, in retrospect. Hates the fact that tears had threatened to spill over, at such a simple gesture. He's so starved for this intimate kind of attention, and he never wants it to stop, and he hates that too. He hates the feeling that rises in his chest most of all: something so close to love it scares him.

“He needs me,” is Arthur’s final attempt at rebuttal. With his eyes closed, voice heavy with sleep as he rest against his mate, the argument must sound so weak, so hollow.  But he has to try, because he doesn't like being this tired, even though he really doesn't have a choice.

Still, Charles refutes it: “I need you.” His arm stays in place around Arthur’s shoulders as the other comes to rest on his hand. Arthur watches as his calloused fingers intertwine, solidifying the moment.  

“Healthy.” A quick poke to his too thin stomach makes him smile. He pauses before continuing, a breeze sweeps through the trees.  

“Safe.” His voice is as steady as ever, and it holds some resolve. Neither of them knows what will come, but right now is all that matters. Being together.  

“Alive.” There’s a hint of desperation in Charles’ voice, and it’s enough to have Arthur sitting up, despite how his weary body protests, and capturing his lips in a long-overdue kiss. Mouths pressing together, perhaps too harshly for what is supposed to be a caring gesture, but it’s what Arthur needs to ground him.  To calm his the whirlwind of emotions he'll blame on tiredness and his long time away from his alpha.

“I don’t know what to do," he finally whispers when they break apart, in between panting breaths.  

“Stay,” Charles says. Asks. Not commanding, not forcing. Allowing Arthur to make his own decision. Allow him to breathe, clear his head. He gives Arthur a choice; a chance at stability, a chance to inhale the Alpha’s scent for just a moment longer.  

So he does.  

There was never really a choice.  

Arthur’s head comes to rest against Charles’ shoulder. Inhales deeply, taking in the scent of the alpha, much more calm than his own; grounding. Neither of them says anything. The silence stretches on, and Arthur, finally, rests.