shark teeth ;

darling, it's sin—where do i begin?

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onehellofalawyer:

“Well, we’re not magicians. If we were we’d have a better office and I’d have a six pack.” he wanted to scoff at the thought. “Then you’re gonna have to find a middle ground.” he said calmly, “Cause this, is a big thing, it could mean prison for double-digit years.” Foggy never sugar-coated stuff unless he had to, so he presented Dodger with the facts. “I don’t know.” he said calmly, “But, if I’m believing you and these guys have trumped up charges of you dealing drugs to kids, do you really think they’re beyond a little light stalking?” he’d worked in Hell’s Kitchen, he knew about corruption from the inside.  

“Yeah, your office is kind of a dump,” he said. “But it’s got character, which is more than I can say for those steel and glass monstrosities downtown.” Dodger rolled his eyes. “I’ve been to prison before, and I know how to get out if I need to get out. I’d just rather not burn all of my bridges around here by getting arrested.” He pressed his lips together, his mouth curving into a tight-lipped frown. “Ok. Cease and desist on all my other shit. What else do you have for me?” Dodger was willing to go to prison for things he had done—but he hadn’t dealt any drugs, not to kids. That was a line he didn’t cross.

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heiresss:

“Look, I won’t waste your time and spell things out for you, capiche? We both know what I’m talking about, right? I’m not an idiot. You’re here to take advantage of these rich idiots.” Even though Fiamma was just as wealthy, she wasn’t stupid. If she looked at the situation logically, she would realize that there was no way for her to know what this man was up to. It wouldn’t even occur to her that the number pad on her phone had somehow spelled out a sequence of events she knew would take place. Her own power was so repressed that it only came out unconsciously. “Figured it was for money, but whatever.” Number codes didn’t always give her solid details. Sometimes she tried to connect the dots and failed. All she knew was that he didn’t belong - that later he would shed this facade, having accomplished something. “I won’t lie and say I’m not intrigued. But you strike me as the type who works solo. So what are you? A jewel thief? A dealer? Black market art dealer? Hitman? I kind of draw the line at murder, even I have some standards.”

Dodger raised his eyebrows at her before letting out a laugh. “And how do you suppose I’m going to take advantage of them? I’m just like them, you know.” Dodger had been, once. When he was a teenager, growing up without much parental supervision meant that he had gone wild, partied too much and gotten into trouble as often as he could if only so that he could get his father’s attention. He did end up doing just that—but for all the wrong reasons. Dodger tilted his head as he looked at her, figuring that it would be better to be truthful than to just pretend that he wasn’t there for an ulterior motive. She didn’t seem like the type who would work with the cops, anyway—and if she was, well, that was on Dodger for being an idiot. “Not a hitman,” he replied. “And no drugs. But just about everything else is fair game.” Dodger mainly dealt in technology, but even more than that, he dealt in information. If people wanted to know about something in the city that wasn’t exactly savory, they would ask him—he had leads everywhere.

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amontomaz:

“If we get separate beds, you can’t hold me at night. I don’t like that.” Amon shook his head, kissing him once more before pulling back to intertwine their hands together. “What does that mean?” His brows furrowed. “Yeah. Yes. Yes I want to go with you.” He grinned widely, getting off Dodger to help him up off the floor. “So— is this like— our first date?”

“You were the one who was making fun of me for it, I thought you didn’t like it,” Dodger teased lightly. “It means that you look and act like you’re 19 sometimes,” he joked, leaning in and leaving another kiss on Amon’s lips. “I know that’s not true, but a bouncer is going to take one look at you and assume you’re some college kid with a fake ID.” Dodger rolled his eyes. “Do we have to label it as anything?”

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arsxnalroy:

“I can leave, because trust me there are so many other things I’d rather be doing. Like emptying my shredder.” Roy spoke, not in the mood for another waste of time with someone who didn’t want to transfer their things from Garrett. He pulled his ID from its place on the lanyard around his neck, sliding it across the table. “That kid doesn’t look like a mountain man, but same guy. Surprise, surprise.” Roy huffed out a laugh. “And who are you?”

“Someone’s testy,” he replied, snorting. He took the ID and examined it, holding it up to the light and tilting it at different angles to see if the hologram was legit—Dodger had faked enough IDs to know the difference. He’d faked Garrett’s CBI ID enough to know how it was really supposed to look, and upon closer inspection, it seemed like this guy’s ID was legit. “You don’t know?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Jesus, Garrett didn’t leave you with much, did he?” Dodger worked his toothpick over to the other side of his lips. “You can call me Dodger, and I have information on the main supplier of crystal meth in the city.”

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heiresss:

Fiamma rolled her eyes. “Please. I know what you’re up to. It’s obvious.” Not only did she realize that it wasn’t obvious, she didn’t even second guess how or why she knew what was about to unfold. “What’s with hot guys and accents around here?” She asked no one in particular, perfectly manicured fingers tapping wildly on her screen. “Anyway, I don’t care what you do.” Her gaze lifted and she gestured with her phone to a group of girls in the corner. “That girl, the redhead with the disgusting skin? She’s stupid enough to always carry a bunch of cash on her. Her daddy’s one of those paranoid hippies that doesn’t believe in banks and wants to live off the grid. She doesn’t even have an atm card.” She snorted and looked back down at her phone. “Moron.” As long as she didn’t have to deal with being bothered, she could care less what the guy planned on doing. “She’s pretty brainless. If you ask her to dance she’ll be so hot and bothered that she won’t even notice your hands in her pockets, or she’ll want them there.”

“What’s obvious?” he asked, adjusting his heavy-framed glasses on his nose as he looked at her. He was good at hiding his intentions, he knew that—there was no way he could have gone on as long as he had as a criminal if he wasn’t discreet. In his mind, it was impossible that anyone might even suspect him in a place like this, dressed like he was. There was no tangible evidence, anyway, so, more than anything, he was amused by her words. If she wanted to do this here and now, he’d bite. “I don’t care about that,” he said when she mentioned the redhead. Dodger wasn’t one for petty thievery—he was much more interested in bigger scores, had bigger fish to fry than some spoiled rich kid walking around with a stack of Franklins because they could. 

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onehellofalawyer:

Foggy had skimmed the file, his eyes flicking back up to the guy across him then back down to the words on the page. They were pretty damning. “Okay,” he took a deep breath, “First off, lawyer magic ain’t a thing. If it were I’d be district attorney by now. But, we’re gonna have to approach this carefully and seriously.” he put the paper down and looked at the guy, “I believe you, you’re my client. But the other spinning plates may have to back burner for a while. And you’ve gotta act above any kind of reproach while I figure out how to tackle this.”  

Dodger shrugged. “I don’t know, I don’t know how you worked.” His dad was a lawyer, but it wasn’t like he and his dad had been particularly close. “You’re kidding me, right? That’s not happening. It’s not up to me whether or not the plates keep spinning.” He paused for a moment, leaning forward. “You think they’re following me around? Sounds like some crypto-fascist shit.” Mostly, Dodger was concerned for Amon—the last thing he wanted was for Amon to get caught on some surveillance photos that he’d have to explain to CEMA.

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amontomaz:

“Don’t leave me. I was only teasing.” Amon pouted, ducking his head to catch Dodger’s lips with his own. “The mattress doesn’t hold me as tight as you do. I quite like when the circulation to all my limbs is threatened to cut off.” He laughed into him, holding Dodger’s chin between his thumb and index finger. Amon perked up at the mention of them actually going out, “You wanna go get drinks? Like outside? In a public place?” He grinned, nodding several times. 

“You might need to convince me of that,” he said, the end of his sentence muffled by Amon’s lips on his own. “If you’re going to keep making fun of me, I’m going to get us separate beds,” he replied. Dodger’s eyebrows raised. “Yeah, but I’m worried that they’ll think your ID is fake and they’ll take it away,” he replied in his usual deadpan humor. “Do you want to go or not?” he asked. “We’ll just shove dinner in the fridge and get on out of here, what do you say?”

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arsxnalroy:

Roy looked equally as confused at the other, “Garrett got offered the job with the DEO weeks ago, buddy, so you get me instead while I clean up all his messes.” He sighed, sitting down and looking at the files Sarge practically threw at him that morning. As if he didn’t have anything of his own he needed to plan and approve. Garrett had several pending meetings and signatures he had to give and honestly, Roy wasn’t bothered enough to read up on any of it in the short time he had it. “You’ve got something for me?” He asked, silencing his phone after it rang with several messages from Rose about Lian.

Dodger rolled his eyes. “You serious? I’m not training another one of you monkeys to behave just because Garrett got a job at another agency,” he replied, though there was no real outrage in his voice—instead, he just spoke with a muffled voice, still chewing on his toothpick. He looked down at his phone, a sort of absent expression on his face as he sent a text. “Yeah, I’ve got something for you, but first, I need to know who the hell you are,” he said, turning just enough to look at him. “Gotta see some ID, mate.”

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heiresss:

Fiamma never went to clubs by herself. She always found someone to escort her - and, thankfully, she had a lot of connections in Star City that had known her father while he’d lived there. That gave her powerful leverage. Her father was still a strong political figure in New York, running for a seat in the US Senate. Her name was renown, and for good reason. Sliding into a barstool one over from Dodger, she removed the scarf she’d purchased earlier in the day (pure fashion, not at all for the weather), and ordered a drink. She never paid for her drinks. “A Ritz-Paris Sidecar.” She didn’t even give Dodger a second glance. The men who flocked around her quickly left, each vying to get the drink before the other, and left her alone. Sighing, she pulled out a diamond studded phone and shot off a few texts, paying little attention. As her fingers flew over the keyboard and she flipped to the numbers, the sequences danced her mind and she looked up at the man for the first time. “Don’t even think about it. You won’t get away with that here.’

Dodger raised an eyebrow and turned slightly to look at her. “Won’t get away with what?” He had a crooked grin on his features, a bemused tone settling over his voice. He wasn’t used to people talking to him like that—Dodger was so charming and manipulative that most of the time,  he ended up sliding by on his looks and his demeanor to avoid getting into any confrontations with anyone he didn’t want to specifically confront. “Do I know you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because it seems like you think you know me.” He kept his voice light and even, making his accent just a little more posh so that he wouldn’t stick out in the posh bar. It was how he had spoken as a kid, thanks to the family he grew up with, but after years of being on his own and slumming it across Europe, his accent had mellowed out and become more international. Still, it was good at that he had it—Americans couldn’t get enough of it.

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🎼 amon

ONE TIME // MARIAN HILL 

you know you’ve got that thingthat makes the girls all swingyou know exactly what you doyou like the hit and runyou say it’s all for funyou think that i’m the one for youboy if you wanna go i would not mindbut i’m not the kind of drum you play one time

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Every once in a while, Dodger spent time in one of these high end clubs, if only to meet up with some rich asshole who was looking to buy. Even though Dodger had money now, he never felt comfortable around other moneyed people—especially when the money he made was way less than legitimate. Besides, moneyed people only reminded him of the people he grew up with, and he had left that life for a reason. He also definitely knew how to look like he belonged. He was slouching against the bar, his suit impeccably tailored to his body, complete with a stupid, bright pocket square. He just wanted to get this done with—but with the number of people there, he doubted it would be so easy.

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Dodger was sitting in the office of Nelson and Murdock, obviously too comfortable with the way he slouched down. “I’m telling you, mate, I’m not like this—” He gestured vaguely at the file that he had given Foggy of what CBI had on him. “I don’t sell drugs, and I definitely don’t sell drugs to bloody kids.” He pressed his lips together. “Anyway, I need you to work whatever lawyer magic you have to get me out of this before it goes to trial. I have other plates spinning and I don’t have time for some guy on a warpath.”

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Dodger had his hands shoved deep in his pockets, his feet up on the table in front of him with a toothpick hanging out of the edge of his mouth. Giving information to the authorities was risky—Dodger didn’t do it often, but in this case, if he could give them information, the agent on his case was willing to drop everything else he had on Dodger. It was a business transaction. That didn’t mean, however, that Dodger wasn’t going to have fun with it. He brought his feet down and leaned forward as someone who was clearly with the CBI walked in, and Dodger raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re not Garrett. Don’t tell me he doesn’t want to see me again. I can’t believe that little shite would stand me up on our anniversary.”

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dodger needs more things plz help i’ll also come @ u for plots if u want too 

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dodger needs more things plz help i’ll also come @ u for plots if u want too 

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amontomaz:

“Yeah, it cuddles me at night and everything.” Amon snickered, though he continued to kiss Dodger right through all his teasing. There had been plenty chances for him to leave. Instances where Dodger wasn’t home and Amon could’ve just left and it would’ve been done. But he hated the idea of neither of them getting closure, at least Amon knew he’d need it or it’d eat him alive for a very long time. “You mean I have all of tonight with you?” He asked with a tilt of his head before shrugging. “Anything as long as I get to hang out with you I guess. We never really get out much..”

“Fine, then I’ll leave you to sleep there alone.” Dodger didn’t mean it—not this time. He knew now that he needed to stick around if he wanted this to continue. He knew now that he needed to stick around if he wanted to be happy. He was a wreck without Amon. He scratched lightly along Amon’s ribs. “Yeah, you do,” he said softly. He thought about what he would be doing on a night like this if he was on his own, but he wasn’t sure that Amon would be interested in something like that. “There’s a club down the street I like to get drinks. But if you’re too tired...” he trailed off, a teasing grin on his features.

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Dodger didn’t interact much with the other crime lords in the city, if only because he didn’t trust any of them as far as he could throw them. They were all psychos in his opinion, and for once, Dodger felt like he was the sane one out of the bunch. Still, he was willing to act as a fence when one of them was in a pinch, and he was supposed to be appraising some stones for Penguin that night to see if it would be worth his time to find a buyer. When it came time for the meeting, however, he was far more interested in the person showing him the gems than the jewels themselves. “You really work for that hook-nosed asshole?”