After Eggsy steals Arthurs car Arthur goes to prove a point that the lower class will stay lower class and have no place in their world and has the police arrest Eggsy for stealing his car, before Eggsy gets to Dean and before Harry can get Eggsy to him.
And this time Harry can't save Eggsy from the 18 month stretch. So Eggsy is in jail thinking Harry is ashamed and disappointed in him and that's why Harry hasn't visited. But it's only two months in that he final gets the letter Merlin sent telling him what really happened to Harry and the next 16 months in jail are hell for him because he truly feels alone.
But two weeks before he gets out he gets his first visitor, because Dean forbade is mother from visiting, and theres Harry.
Hey there c-c-combo break~ This one is on the short side because it’s my last fill of the night/morning. Anyway, this is in the Bird Bones universe.
“Youkeep looking at me like that and we won’t make it to a bed.” John didn’t haveto look over to know that Bane was staring at her. She knew how much he lovedit when she wore the black cocktail dress they’d bought in Paris.
“Thatsounds as though you think it matters to me.” Bane’s large hand came down onher thigh, rubbing softly. His eyes burned so hot with lust that John wouldalmost be embarrassed if they were in public.
Sheshifted under his touch. The driver was discrete and professional, and therewas plenty of room in the backseat. She raised the tinted divider, alreadysmiling in anticipation. She loved the things that made her feel naughty, as ifbetraying the entire CIA hadn’t been bad enough.
Baneslid his hand under the material of her dress, tickling her inner thigh. Johnparted her legs to give him room, leaning back against the seat. “I guess thatmeans it doesn’t matter to either of us.”
Hegrabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto his lap. “Good.”
Shitty drabble based on a list of AU ideas and picked out by Bubbles <3
Eamesxfem!Blake
She had the surliest expression on her face, despite the coffee thermos in her hand and the fact that she always had a window seat. Granted, she was a cop in Gotham City, but still, not everyone could be so lucky every morning.
Eames peeked over his newspaper again. The young woman, Officer Blake going by her nametag, was glaring out the window as if the whole world had insulted her.
Normally he was smart enough to stay away from cops. He was wanted in thirty-eight of the fifty states after all, but something about seeing the same angry woman every day for the past month of hiding in Gotham had clearly messed with his brain.
He folded his newspaper in half and carelessly left it on his seat when he stood. Moving carefully with the movement of the bus, he approached Officer Blake.
“Excuse me.”
Her response was an instantaneous glower.
Not the most encouraging response he’d ever received, but also not the worse. He smiled and sat in the empty seat in front of her. “I couldn’t help but notice you looking at something. If you like, we can chase it down and I’ll play lookout while you beat it up.”
Officer Blake snorted and looked down as a smile threatened to overtake her face. “Well, that was definitely better than telling me to smile.”
Eames clicked his tongue at whatever amateurs had tried that line on her. “Smile at something evil? Never.”
“Nothing evil, just me not being a morning person.” The faint creases in her brow suggested premature wrinkles from too much scowling, but other than that her face opened up into something quite beautiful. “Although, we are almost at my stop. So you were kind of right; evil asshole coworkers.”
“Oh, I see.” Eames laced his fingers and rested his chin on them. “Then I suppose I’ll see you tomorrow Ms. Blake.”
She frowned, but then glanced quickly down at her nametag. “Ah, no, it’s John.”
“John,” Eames nodded, not even trying to hide his reaction. “Of course, that was my grandmother’s name.”
“Shut up.” John glanced back at the road before she started patting her pockets. “And you are?”
“Eames.”
She paused and looked at him disbelievingly. “That was my grandmother’s name.”
“Cheeky brat.” Eames stood with her as the bus slowed to a stop. “Until tomorrow, Ms. John?”
John hid her smile behind a sip of her coffee. “I guess so, Mr. Eames.”
As somebody who lives in Canberra can I say two things one, bless you for putting us in Queensland... we got to be warm for once. Just thank you. Also two, OMG LIKE ACTUALLY OMG YOU KNEW CANBERRA WAS THE CAPITAL! I JUST HAVE NO WORDS FOR HOW IMPRESSED I AM! (You're like the second American I've known to ever get that right. So impressed.)
That's because I'm Canadian! We know things, like the capital of Australia, and also where Maine is, and what Montana is called, and that Philadelphia is not located in Virginia, despite evidence to the contrary.
