#;;fane

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Unfortunately, Fane had to wait a good two weeks before being able to call on his dear friend, Mr. Fox, once more. He had been patient, making sure that the area was clear of patrols, timing when the neighbors got home, figuring out when no one would be near the American's door... This was all calculated into numbers and figures that not even the Romanian himself could explain, but he could understand. 

He didn't enter the place until after Oliver had left, wanting to surprise him, as was his way. The lights he left off as he stowed away the copy of the door key in one of his jacket's many pockets. Then he waited some more for Oliver to return, reclining back in a chair, eyes fixed to the door.

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Based off of this askbox prompt thing. I made this into a drabble because why the hell not.

Fane was doing what he usually did in the evenings when he had nothing else to do. Watching soap operas and public television. One he couldn’t understand and so he was flipping through channels when the Asset entered. Of course the Romanian had taken to calling him ‘Winterman’ or simply ‘Russian’, it signified some sort of bond for him. Recently it had not been uncommon for them to be in the same room together, seeing as the barracks they were stationed were rather small, but what was uncommon was what the Winter Soldier did next. 

Plopping right down on the couch next to Fane as if it was normal. The Romanian wasn’t bothered in the least, his eyes glued to the flipping channels. It wasn’t until the other draped a blanket around him that he reacted. 

"What the hell do you think you is doing?" His body recoiled a little, back pressing against the metal arm. "Fane Negrescu does not share blankets with anyone." Twisting he pulled the blanket from the other man’s shoulders, wrapping himself in a burrito-like shape. "Go get your own." It didn’t matter to him that Bucky had brought this thing in himself. It was his now.

[iamnotthethief]

How'd you get this? (Fane)

In response to this fantastic idea.

"How did I get what?" Fane pushed away Luka’s hand for a moment, replacing it when he saw what it was the Russian was touching. The scar was on the back of his upper arm, stretching just around to his bicep before disappearing suddenly. "How did I get this?" He pondered a moment, looking offended that something was on his body that he had not known about. "Oh yes…I remember. This one was from fishing trip. I am not very good at casting the line. Seems all I could hook was myself."

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Pucker up! (Both, plz)

From this meme. I wrote them as paras or whatever because I could. Do with them what you want :D

Elliot || 12. Bottom Lip Kiss

The moment just seemed right, they were waiting for everyone else to take their seats before joining Fane on stage as he spoke about his next big job. Luka wasn’t looking at her, he had his eyes on the small slit that exposed the crowd, although she had an inkling that he was actually looking at the Romanian. If she wanted to do this it had to be now. Standing on her tip-toes, even with heels on, she was just able to reach his bottom lip for a kiss when he turned back to her. Katya made it count though, taking the soft flesh between both of her own while she tried to balance on her toes.

Fane || 38. Tackle Kiss

It was only a game they had been playing but Fane was sure that he was going to win. Luka had the ball and he was passing it around with his feet, surprisingly graceful for a bear. He had one weakness though and that was he tended to lean away from challenges. When Fane approached the Russian with one such challenge Luka did as he predicted and so what did the Romanian do? Why he played dirt of course, pushing against Luka to tackle him to the ground. Still, he was laughing from the shock on Luka’s face. They were so close…he could see the multitude of colors in his eyes and immediatly he was planting a kiss right on his body guards lips.

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luka-zalachenko:

"What wasn’t meant to work out? I just… break myself for you and you throw me away like garbage?!"

"Not like garbage, no..." Fane looked down at his feet for a moment, for once feeling something that resembled pain. "I cannot have emotions clouding my best mans judgement."

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||Anya & Fane||

She looked around at the crumpled papers and wondering where they should start. “Fane, I’m here so let me help you, please. You need it, clearly” 

[iamnotthethief]

"I c-can't let you. You'll just get all ruined and I don't want to ruin you." He stood, moving towards her as papers were shuffled under foot. "A goddess divine, why are you with me, you deserve so much better." He looked down at a paper by her foot, bent to pick it up and suddenly brightened. "My lucky charm! You have led me to the first draft!"

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