Maeve (She/Her) is an older law mage and with that experience comes a more flexible interpretation of the law. Maeve is willing to bend the rules for the sake of moral good *or her partners*. Maeve is also willing to do some off the books favors for the sake of the same protections being afforded to her in the future.
Persephone
Persephone (She/her) is a relative newcomer to the Brokers but she is on a mission. The Brokers believe that when that magical essence Halo runs out the city is doomed, so she is making whatever moves she can to ensure that prophecy never comes to pass, and that even if it does her family is protected. She is ambitious and talented in her craft but lacks that experience that so many on the streets have.
Hey everyone! This is the first fic we have for the crew! It is between Maeve and Azrael! You can check out both of their bios on our page if you know nothing about them. When Maeve needs a plus one for a Cabaretti dance, she decides to take one of her oldest friends.
It was a slow day at the Broker’s main law office. Maeve stretched, her back protesting against the hours of filing contracts. She took a sip of lukewarm coffee, barely flinching at the feel of it sliding down her throat. There were more cases to process. More contracts to go over. More…
She paused. She looked at the time.
Ah. Fuck.
The big ball. The very big, major ball between the Families. The one happening in… Maeve checked the clock. About 3 hours.
Fuck.
Maeve hurriedly shoved the papers she was working on into her desk and locked it with the key she kept around her neck. She was going to be late, even more than fashionably late, and she absolutely needed a plus one. At this very late hour.
She knew she could probably ask Ru. Ru never really set up his plus ones, and mostly just showed up to parties like this, and found his plus one there. However, she would also get teased relentlessly for at least the next month if she asked him. But, thinking of Ru…
That gave Maeve an idea.
-time skip bc I’m a hack fanfic writer now apparently-
Maeve took a deep breath, and waltzed into the room, putting on her best schmaltzy grin.
“Heyyyyy Az! How’s it going!” Maeve leaned across the desk, getting inches away from him, showing off her elaborate outfit in full.
Azreal looked up at her. “Hello Maeve. Planning to go to the ball tonight?”
Maeve faltered slightly at the obvious jab, but she supposed it was quite obvious what she was doing here.
“I… was actually! And I was wondering… if you wanted to come? As my plus one?” Maeve did her best puppy dog eyes.
Azreal matched her grin. “Well…” He drawled, dragging out the sentence as long as possible. “I’m not really doing anything tonight… so I guess so.”
Maeve smirked “Well, at the very least, we’ll probably piss off Ru when he sees us walk in together.”
Azreal smirks back, and that’s when Maeve knows he’s interested.
-at the dance, again I’m still a hack writer-
The dance is… fantastic. Maeve takes Azreal through a lazy waltz, letting him mostly lead and twirl her around. It’s been awhile since Maeve has just been in Azreal’s space, without any… ahem. Intentions. She’s almost forgotten how nice it is, to have his wings brush against her shoulder, to have him encircle her. He’s so much taller than her, and his eyes are always entrancing. She steps closer into him, and mentally gives herself a point for the excellent decision to put on expensive perfume as he clearly sniffs her neck. His clawed hand wraps around her back, and she drapes her arm across his shoulder as he dips her, and Maeve can feel her heart speed up. She also knows Azreal can probably hear it too.
He pulls her up, into a close embrace, clearly enjoying this just as much as she is. He whispers into her ear.
“So, you want to do something… criminal tonight?” he asks, eyes glittering with joy, and all Maeve can think is
Oh. Oh I’m so fucked.
-i can’t write a whole heist scene in 10 mins I just want the good character dynamics-
Maeve and Azreal fall out of the tiny closet they were squished in to hide from the security guards, the incredibly expensive painting they just stole tucked under Azreal’s arm, giggling like maniacs.
“I… I can’t believe that worked. I thought we were so dead. I thought we were so fucked” Maeve snorted, stumbling into Azreal’s arm. Azreal himself is shaking with laughter, and they both have to lean on each other to continue standing up. Maeve attempts to muffle her shaky laughter into Azreal’s shoulder, but that just makes it more difficult to walk.
They make it outside, just in time to get out before the host notices his missing painting and locks down the house to search for it. Maeve gives a jaunty wave to Ru, still stuck inside. He glares at her. She grins at him.
Maeve and Azreal make it to the sidewalk and sit down on the curb as the adrenaline starts to wind down. It’s brisk, the wind dropping the temperature just enough that Maeve shivers. The moon is high in the sky, the night clear, and Maeve isn’t looking at any of it, because Azreal breaks out into laughter again, and she can’t help but be caught up in it. Their shoulders brush, and Maeve has a sudden urge to make this moment never end. She snuggles back into his shoulder, and his wing curls around her, and it is perfect.
