#// white collar au

[bleeding-seraphic]

I just discovered both of your cotl aus and I am thoroughly addicted. I'm curious, though. I googled it and irl camellia are just used for teas and stuff. What irl drug are the camellias in whitecollar most similar to?

I’m glad you asked I have put a lot of thought into the drugs and criminal politics

#cotl au #asks #white collar au

[redfurrycat]

👮‍♂️🤠🕴️🐓Bradley & Jake: un duo très spécial 🐓🕴️🤠👮‍♂️

I'm so happy to share the amazing art that I commissioned from @forsty. It is linked to a fic I'm working on, a White Collar au with con artist Jake Seresin and FBI agent Bradley Bradshaw. [You can have a look at this post and this other post for more details about the general plot.]

GORGEOUS piece of art, ain't it? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[Thank you so much for this baby, Fors, and also thanks to @thebahwrites for handling the comms part! You both did a lovely job! 😘]

WARNING. Be respectful of the art and the artist who did it. Do not be an art thief like Jake once was [lol still is!]! 😘

#white collar au #with top gun characters #hangster #sereshaw #hangaroo #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #art commission #forsty art #Gosh! This is so pwetty...*sigh happily* #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

[leverage-ot3]

wait leverage white collar au where sam never died and nate and maggie are still married and sophie is the conwoman that seduces them both (through crime)

#leverage #sophie devereaux #nate ford #maggie collins #nate x sophie x maggie #nate x sophie #nate x maggie #sophie x maggie #oh look another leverage ot3 #maggie is like okay she’s hot and smart I’m down #sam has three parents #somewhere in the world the ot3 still meet and change together because of course #maybe sophie teams up with them sometimes on the side #white collar #leverage x white collar #white collar au #aus #leverage aus #fic ideas #neal would be proud of her fr #I think they would be friends #mine #I was going to sleep and thought of this and shot up in bed so fast #I was like. must write. must put on internet for mutuals to see #idc if no one sees this it means something to me #can you tell i’m rewatching white collar? #it’s late in my time zone but not in others I don’t know who will see this #but I didn’t want to queue I wanted to Post Now #instant gratification #anyways imma sleep now bye

[hellofanidea]

First line of a fic!

He wasn't sure what to do about the handcuffs.

'Get out of them' was the prevailing notion, but considering the way they had been looped through the radiator and left his hands at odd angles, Web didn't have too much hope in his usual lockpicking skills.

"Just sit tight," Lieb had said before he left, patting his cheek condescendingly. "I'll come getcha when it's done."

As if Web had ever been any good at just letting him waltz in and out of his life as he pleased, even when he claimed it was for his own good. He eyed the tracker on his ankle, and then the sturdy looking table leg next to it - a pissed off Speirs had to be a better option than waiting around for Joe to get himself killed.

...

Me? Actually working on a WIP? Impossible! Thank you for sending this! Please enjoy five sentences of Webgott White Collar AU.

#band of brothers #webgott #webgott white collar au #white collar au #ask game #nathan writes

[jheqiawrites]

Are you ready for tomorrow's chapter?

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanworks #mlb fandom #adrien agreste #marinette dupen chang #miraculous fanart #miraculous fanfic #adrienette #adrienette april... sort of #white collar au

[lea-andres]

On more BugBear bullshit. This has been lovingly dubbed my "White Collar AU", but you don't need to have seen the show to get the concept.

Only guaranteed ship is BugBear. Other stuff will strongly depend on how the story goes.

#jewel the beetle #bark the polar bear #bugbear #bean the dynamite #fang the sniper #tangle the lemur #whisper the wolf #lanolin the sheep #lea's fics #white collar au

[fictionfixations]

DP x WC fics are underrated (imo)

I don't know about you, but I feel like we're severely lacking in Danny Phantom x White Collar stuff. I mean, I haven't seen either myself but I've read an abundance of fics to where I get the general idea. And I've already devoured all the DP x WC fics out there and they're cool, and we're missing out. Like. There is the existence of a Danny Brooks being one of Neal's aliases. Well it's more his name in WITSEC (in which I think the explanation was that they gave you new identities to protect you. because its.. well, witness protection) Which could so easily become his real name, or the potential that Neal was put for, well, adoption (it could've also just been foster care, dont ask why, but his mom died and while the fentons weren't immediately up for adopting, jazz was stubborn and adored him. or maybe he just ran away and jazz found him and convinced the fentons to take him in? there is a variety of backstories that could happen, and it could even just be that neal does not exist and its just a cover name, for whatever reason. whether hiding from the GiWs or not, who knows. and that logically Danny values freedom so he'd never let himself get caught, unless he did, and technically can travel with like the ring thing as, oOooO, ghoST KiNG. idfk. ) regardless. honestly this just started because i found this cool fic where neals a danny clone (in which i really kind of just want them, like the agents to notice the weird behavior, being super sus, fucking vlad, yknow, brr. but itd probably be shit for me to write it cause i am not a danny phantom watcher ahaha? i was sucked into the world of DP x DC against my will and then found i actually enjoyed it, which is the case for most new fandoms i discover...?) although i understand its kind of just.. weird to bring in this superpower thing into universes, but i mean i adore crossovers. ..unless its like a huge amount in which 'how the fuck am i meant to read that' so im just talking about like.. just two fandoms. not counting like the other fandom tags like.. cause theres multiple tags for the different book series for pjo. like.. PJO, HoO, TOA, despite the fact that they're in the same universe. That'd technically count as the same fandom, also considering theres usually a tag thats like 'PJO - all media types' anyway. um. yeah. have a fun day.

#thoughts #writing ideas #fanfiction #au #fanfic #ao3fic #danny phantom #danny phantom spoilers #kinda #danny phantom fanfiction #white collar #white collar au #white collar fanfic #iTS JUSt COol oKAy

[minecraftbookshelf]

General question for the Empires SMP season 2 side of tumblr…

(This is not me I have only seen Smajor and Shubble’s videos up until they got back from hermitcraft, I’m still processing the emotional trauma of season 1)

Has anyone considered/done any White Collar AUs?

Because from what I can tell there are multiple people who could easily suit the role of “semi-willing criminal consultant”, including at least one confirmed professional thief.

I just feel like you could rather easily break the cast down into “law enforcement team”, “criminals existing in various locations on the morality spectrum” with a few “antagonists on both sides of the law”

Just a thought.

#empires smp #empires season 2 #empires s2 #white collar au #solidaritygaming #shubble #Shelby the witch #thinky thoughts #smajor1995 #katherineelizabeth #fwhip

[sorenphelps]

i finished re-watching white collar with my bf, so obviously i had to revisit this au. it just fits so damn well, i can’t even.

link to the old ideas here, here, here and here.

#Marauders #white collar au #jily #wolfstar #James Potter #Lily Evans #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #peter pettigrew #uncle alphard #regulus black #kingsley shacklebolt #marlene mckinnon #severus snape #White Collar #au #fanart #lau draws with a tablet #art by lau

[spookyvalentine]

mass effect au: white collar

Kasumi Goto, the galaxy-renowned art thief, forger and professional conman. Special Agent Shepard, the c-sec agent spearheading the white collar task force who caught her. EDI, the rogue AI posing as Kasumi’s very human partner-in-crime

ART BY @naarisz ‼️💖‼️

canon, crime lord, (sports coach coming soon)

Fic under the cut!

“Hello, Suit,” EDI greets, and bustles past them to set the pile of supplies Kasumi asked for on the already-crowded kitchen table. She has to push a carafe of wine uncomfortably close to the edge of the table to make room for her favorite portable printing press. EDI sniffs—hints of oak, vanilla and plum, before deepening into notes of chocolate and cherry. A Clos de los Siete, perhaps? She’d mentioned to Kasumi just the day before she was in the mood (oh! what a good friend she has). “Kas, when did you set the Malbec to breathe?”

No response.

She turns to look at her friend—observes the flush across her cheeks, the slight perspiration at the temples, her pulse jumping through the thin skin of her throat. Kasumi’s biometric readings honestly hurt to look at. She bats away the offending program.

EDI then examines the agent, who has increasingly been responsible for such reactions.

She supposes the suit always is dressed acceptably, but this is far more fashionable than their usual button down and tie.

A pinstripe vest accentuates a broad chest and a tidy waist. Their pants are… tighter? And perhaps a touch short—exposing the vulnerable jut of ankle bone. A quick scan informs her the agent is wearing vintage Brakala—a batarian designer of revolutionary couture, combining cultures and time periods—something that she doubts the agent would ever purchase for themself (let alone afford it with a government salary).

The navy fabric clings to their muscular frame and flatters their golden skin, EDI can concede.

Humans usually say something at such a sight, don’t they? Quickly, come up with something—

“You are… wearing more suit than usual?”

“Hello, Edie,” Agent Shepard says, and their face twists like it usually does when EDI talks to them—as if torn between hilarity and bewilderment. (This is a good reaction, right?) They smooth a large hand down their chest, looking down at the vest, a little self conscious—it’s charming. The action pushes out the suit jacket, and EDI catches a glimpse of their holstered pistol. Always armed. “I’m taking my wife out to dinner. Samara dressed us up, for some reason.”

“Not just for some reason, Shepard,” Samara says, swanning into view and petting the fur stole wrapped around her elegant neck. “It is the fourteenth anniversary of your first date—you must celebrate in style.” She pats the center of the suit’s chest twice, with a delicate jingle of silver bangles. She then gestures back to the open door with a deeply content expression. “Your radiant wife.”

And goodness gracious, radiant certainly is apt word choice. Samara has an impeccable vocabulary and knows exactly how to wield it, a quality EDI admires deeply.

“Mrs. Suit,” EDI says, because somebody has to respond, what with Kasumi audibly swooning behind her while the agent looks like someone hit them over the head with a baseball bat. “You look lovely. I mean—you always do. Of course. But—”

“Thank you, Edie,” Irikah Krios says, and dazzles EDI with a smile that could stop the heart beating in her chest (if she had one, that is). Irikah glances past her, notices the table cluttered with old paper, tubes of ink, the very obvious holoprojection of an ancient Hokusai, and raises a sly brow ridge. “I hope we’re not interrupting anything.”

“You are a most welcome, and striking, reprieve from the bureaucratic oppression in my midst,” EDI says, tilting her head at the suit. It’s enough to jolt them out of their stupor.

She revels in Irikah’s laugh, a glorious tinkling of bells with the faint rumble of a purr underneath.

“Wow,” Agent Shepard says, drawing breath like they’ve surfaced from a deep dive. “Iri, wow!” They stagger towards their wife before finding their balance and nearly running to her, sliding big hands around the span of her waist and—

Well. The suit may not have the same dexterous command over language as Samara, but to cop a word—wow!

That is a smooch.

They kiss her once, fiercely; twice, sweetly; and a third time, briefly, before pressing their lips to the dark scales at the center of Irikah’s forehead, holding her close. She slides her hands up their sides and under their suit jacket, letting out a pleased hum, and then takes a step back to give her spouse (in Kasumi’s parlance) major elevator eyes.

“My, my,” Irikah says—and, wow! EDI can feel the vibrations of her throaty rumble from across the room. Her sunset-orange eyes positively shine through the dark sclera. “I almost want to open my present now.”

And will wonders never cease. A blush sits high across Agent Shepard’s cheekbones.

“Honey,” they say, shooting EDI and Kasumi a mortified glance. The blush has reached the tips of their ears, a scorching red.

Such a prude, really. EDI can read their biometrics, they can’t hide from her. It’s cute, though.

Irikah seems to agree, patting their cheek with a cooing trill. The suit practically melts into her touch.

Together they make a remarkably dashing couple. Under the warm vintage light, the two of them practically glow golden. Actually? Irikah, literally—again, wow! The burnt umbre silk of her simple gown slinks almost… obscenely over her body, thin as water, and as she presses back into her spouse, the fabric falls back to reveal a generous slice of a gold-scaled thigh. Kasumi makes a sound similar to a whistling kettle.

“How did you manage to land a date with that, Suit?” EDI surprises herself by blurting. Blurting! It’s. Well. Very unusual for her verbal processing to precede her. Part of EDI is satisfied that her organic coding seems to be rolling successfully, but another part of her wants to pull out her core and run some tests.

Irikah immediately lights up, something gleeful sparking behind her eyes—EDI feels something truly priceless is about to be dropped into her lap—and of course the agent spoils her fun, placing a finger over their wife’s opening mouth.

“Please, Iri,” Agent Shepard practically begs. “We have a reservation to catch.”

“Oh, honey,” Irikah says, fondly smoothing down the lapels of their jacket. “If you say so.”

They let out a gusty sigh of relief. Shepard turns to guide her out of the apartment, but she breaks away and beelines for Kasumi.

“Kasumi,” Irikah says, catching both of her hands. “Thank you, for bringing my spouse home to me.” She presses a kiss to Kasumi’s knuckles, and then ghosts her lips across her cheek.

EDI is certain her friend’s knees are audibly quaking before she manages to shrug off the thanks and find her own winning grin. “Anytime, Irikah. I… owe Mercy. A lot.”

The golden drell nods, gifts her with another sweet smile, and joins her spouse at the door. The suit gives Kasumi a solemn nod before wrapping an arm around their wife’s shoulders and guiding them out into the night air.

Samara looks fondly after the couple before winking at EDI and Kasumi—knowing, saucy!—and the door closes solidly behind her.

“EDI,” Kasumi groans, like she’s been punched in the gut and clutching at her forearm and squeezing. Her pressure sensors register remarkable force from Kasumi’s thin fingers. “EDI, those married people are going to be the death of me.”

“Yes, yes,” EDI agrees.  She would bet actual money that her friend didn’t even notice Samara’s exit. “They’re both very shiny. But—hey!” she has to snap her fingers in front of Kasumi’s face a couple times to get her attention, and gestures back at the kitchen table. “We’ve got some work to do.”

(If you wanna know more about white collar au, here’s my first post sketching out the world! (it’s a lil outdated but bear w me))

thank you @jadevakarian for your batarian fashion designer’s name, brakala!!!! 🥰

thank you @acrylicsalts-inspo for the never-ending gift that is EDI as mozzie 🤌

to me @bbwind design of irikah krios is the ultimate. take a peep here and here 🤩

AND AGAIN THANK YOU @naarisz for blowing my tits CLEAN OFF the art you’ve made for me is nothing short of spectacular. Y’all go check out her shep Jocelyn and all the incredible stuff she creates 😍

#i don’t even know where to start #EDI is the shining light of my life #Kasumi is a bisexual disaster #irikah my golden goddess #MERCY with the SILVER STREAKS in their HAIR I’m gonna have a complete breakdown #samara the beloved retired criminal aunty lookin after kas n edi #off screen previous episode where mercy was kidnapped by liara bc she wanted to blackmail kasumi #oc: mercy shepard #themshep #irikah krios #shepard/irikah #eventual mercy/kas/iri #white collar au #mass effect

[bleeding-seraphic]

The white collar au has a happy ending btw and that happy ending is narilamb being menaces

For clarification Narinder and Lambert are married this is just how they flirt in public, or as @jaroftears correctly put it, this is foreplay for them

#cotl au #cotl narinder #cotl #narilamb #true devotion #white collar au #somebody ask about the white collar au #aym and baal #honorary heket mention #bishop heket #cotl heket

[redfurrycat]

White Collar and Top Gun Fusion

Special Agent for the FBI in the white-collar crimes division Bradley Bradshaw once arrested white-collar criminal Jake Seresin, alias the Hangman.

The Hangman is a charming and sophisticated con artist known as such because he cockily leaves a hangman game on each crime scene (leading to his next theft). However, Agent Bradshaw cracks his hangman code which has allowed him to finally capture the elusive criminal.

(Un)fortunately, his criminal talents in counterfeiting are coveted by the white-collar crimes division. The FBI IceBoss Tom Kazansky strikes a deal with him: serving his remaining four-year sentence as an anklet-wearing consultant to the FBI. Seresin accepts the deal as long as he gets Agent Bradshaw as his handler. (What? The guy has brains and is sweet on the eye –his moustache notwithstanding–, and he likes ‘hem smart and pretty.)

Agent Bradshaw has no choice but to obey his bossdad. He’s thus now working with the infuriating, cunning, and not at all appealing criminal alongside his newly formed white-collar team –Agents Natasha Trace and Bob Floyd. The team has a particularly high solved-cases rate, mainly due to the duo très spécial working together.

FBI consultant Jake Seresin has the time of his life: he lives in a beautiful and richly decorated house with Penny Benjamin, the charming landlady; he wears her late husband’s styled suits and hats; he finds his criminal and genius best friend Javy Machado again and often asks him for help in various FBI cases…

About that…He is surprised how much he likes using his devilishly almost-too-good-to-be-true talents (‘ugh’, says Bradley, every single time) for the other side of the law. His colleagues Trace and Floyd are really nice too: he banters with Phoenix like he would his own sister, and fondly annoys Bob like he would a little brother.

He expects even less to fall for Agent Bradshaw. Bradley. The Hawaiian-shirt-wearing and by-the-book special agent appears to be a little grumpy on the outside, especially with him, but Jake is trying to shatter Bradley’s walls, and he will succeed eventually. They have numerous evening talks during which they share personal details, and pretty much bicker about every possible subject.

Jake also meets the IceBoss’ trophy wife and Bradley’s godfather, Pete (‘Call me Maverick’) Mitchell. Maverick is a mechanic and an engineer, and he does some consultant work when the FBI needs his expertise. These two become thick as thieves, as they have similar minds, and Maverick often invites Jake for dinner (Bradley whines ‘Mav, whyyyyyyyyy?!’ meanwhile Ice is questioning his husband’s –matchmaking–motives…‘Trust me IceBaby, I know what I’m doing.’)

It is Mav who convinces Jake to go for it, because his oblivious godson would never act on his feelings, he’s too cautious (‘Ah. The snug-on-his-perch type’…..‘Well, yeah, but he has his reasons.’). However, Mav is sure he likes Jake because Ice has told him Bradley often comes in his office to rant about Hangman (‘Ice, he’s yet again charming such and such, he’s unprofessional!’… Also Ice has the patience of a saint).

Thus Jake begins wooing Bradley à la Hangman: he leaves him complimentary notes disguised as hangman games on his desk, he delivers perfect art forgeries in Bradley’s effigy (paintings, sculptures, drawings,…) at his home –Bradley’s both scandalised and reluctantly charmed– and, on one memorable occasion, Bradley’s gifted a Carrara-marbled, life-sized and very much naked statue of Jake. He stays speechless for an abnormal amount of time and can’t look Jake in the eye (héhé) for some time. He’ll deny it, but Bradley keeps the statue. Of course, he keeps the statue! Finally, Jake’s last and most romantic move is to offer Bradley a piano he's personally restored! It’s the final straw for Bradley: he jumps him so hard his neighbours call the police to report *suspicious* noise.

[After their “strenuous” activities, Jake asks Bradley if he has succeeded in accomplishing his most spectacular heist.

Bradley: And what would that be?

Jake: Have I finally succeeded in stealing your heart?

Bradley: For a seductive bastard, you are ridiculously corny sometimes…but if you must know. Yeah, you did.]

Once they get their act together, Bradley feels comfortable enough to do some wooing of his own: he serenades Jake with skillful renditions of 'Smooth Criminal' on the piano as well as old romantic ballads.

#White collar AU #with Top Gun characters #hangster #sereshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #con artist!Jake #special agent!Bradley #tom iceman kazansky x pete maverick mitchell #icemav #Icemav has adopted four dogs: F-14/Tomcat/F-18/Super Hornet #Bradley often dogsits them while reflecting on cases #Imagine Jake and Bradley dogsitting together #homemade collage #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

[whoopssteddiefeels]

Guys hear me out: Steddie White Collar AU.

Steve as Agent Burke with Robin as Elizabeth his Platonic life partner, and Eddie as Neil

#white collar au #Steddie #fic prompt #I have no further plot in mind someone else write this

[hellofanidea]

thank you for the tag @lewis-winters!

WIP Ask Game

Rules:

Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one/all of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post.

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in or just post.

WIPs under the cut because some got a little long. Surprise surprise its mostly OC stuff:

Webgott White Collar AU - Featuring Web as a criminal consultant, Speirs as his handler, and Lieb as his very complicated ex/nemesis. Background Speirton.

He was out of plays. Short of slipping his cuffs and probably getting shot in the back as he ran, there was nothing more he could do. What window of time he had, he had wasted on this.

"Got the place surrounded?" He asked instead. 

He sounded flat, even to his own ear. Scuffed patent leather creaked as Special Agent Speirs crouched beside him.

"You know it," he told Web. "If I ask before the cavalry comes, will you give me an honest answer?"

Web finally lifted his head, hoping whatever redness remained in his eyes could be explained away as sleeplessness. He raised his eyebrows at Speirs to continue.

"They're going to give you four more years for this. If they're lenient. Halfway through your sentence, a possible parole hearing coming up… what the hell was all of this in aid of?"

Hands tightening around the neck of the bottle, Web shook his head. His knuckles went white around the dark glass and he sniffed, putting it down on the floor and rolling it away with a hard push. It made it all the way to the other side of the room, where it collided with the wall with a crack of glass. The sound seemed to bury itself deep in Web's brain, like something there had been broken too.

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

Pacrim au - Pacific Rim AU, OC-Centric, multiple background pairings and ensemble cast.

“They’re closing the training school.”

Natalie didn’t react, and waited for him to continue. He wasn’t like Nix, who had a way of luring you into whatever he was trying to tell you. Winters was direct, concise. Everything he said, he chose for a purpose.

“We had our last batch of replacements last spring. Most of them ended up working around the Pacific breach.”

How many of them are even left? Natalie wanted to ask.

“So now we’re doing what we can. Calling in old favors. Bringing back old pilots. Anyone who still wants to help.”

Slowly, Natalie looked up.

“The hell kind of help do you think I’d be?” She asked bitterly.

Winters’ expression never flickered. There was little wonder how he’d become the poster-boy for the American Jaeger program, aside from his combat experience and level-headed leadership. He looked like every propaganda poster Natalie had ever seen, all stoic dignity and quiet, patriotic, confidence. Once, she had clung to it. Now it tasted like blood and seawater.

“I think I have Jaegers with no pilots, and pilots wasting themselves by carrying around guilt for things out of their control.” That unshakeable mask softened. “I think I have what’s left of White Horse taking up a bay in my Shatterdome until her surviving pilot tells me what to do with her.”

It hurt to hear its name said out loud again, after so long. Something sharp and hot pricked at the back of Natalie’s eyes.

“I can’t Drift,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I can’t do it, Dick, I can’t let nobody in there again. I can’t risk it.”

The Boxer (T/S) - OC-Centric, pre-canon slice of life

“The children are asleep. They all crawled into our bed, though, so I think we will have to sleep in theirs,” Sylvie laughed softly.

“I can sleep in my chair,” Thomas offered.

Her smile slipped, and Thomas felt the misstep, even though he didn’t understand it.

“Are you hurt?” Sylvie asked.

“No. Not badly, anyhow. Just some bruises.”

She made an unhappy clicking noise with her tongue and moved forward to help him out of his coat. He did his best not to wince as he raised his arms and shrugged the heavy, woolen, overcoat into her hands. As she hung it up, she dipped into the pocket he always kept the winnings in and drew them out. It wasn’t much, but it was more than they would have without it, and Thomas let himself feel some small measure of pride as it was deposited into the empty coffee can they kept their savings in.

It would feed his children, keep a roof over their heads, put shoes on their feet and send them to school. That was worth a few bruises.

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Tagging @almost-a-class-act @bitch-butter @georgieluz @ep6bastogne @latibvles and inviting anybody else who wants to join in

#nathan writes #tag game #...can you tell i don't know how to format posts? #i do also have a wip for the prompt im working on but i don't wanna spoil it lmao #so its just aus and ocs hahahahahahaha #the pacrim one is getting really big now tho and im kinda proud of it and the worldbuilding #white collar au

[jheqiawrites]

Markov plots the course to capture the Eden Initiative.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanworks #mlb fandom #marinette dupen chang #adrien agreste #sort of marichat #sort of Ladynoir #banter #white collar au #Markov is an adorable little bot

[lea-andres]

(Recently read you Hooligan story and this came to me after watch DuckTales.)

Guards, upon Fang asking what he did to get tied to a dolly: Oh, nothing, he just wanted to be let out like this.

Bean giggles madly.

Bean gave the guards a pack of cigarettes* in exchange for getting the Hannibal Lecter entrance, because the ride on the dolly is fun.

*(My Bean doesn't smoke, just using an item inmates use as currency between each other sometimes)

#fang the sniper #bean the dynamite #lea's fics #white collar au