#elmatriarcado

[herocomplex]

@elmatriarcado

The smack of Nairobi's hand against Arturo's cheek is loud enough to echo off the walls. The fire burning in coal-dark eyes says she'd love to do more, but with several terrified hostages cowering near by, she decides to bless Arturo with restraint.

(For now.)

"Look at me. Ah-ah. Look at me..." She grabs his face in her hand and forces their gaze to meet. "You're a man who's used to getting his way, aren't you? No one says 'no' to the big boss, mm? Well, that's not going to fly here, no sir! Because in here, Señor Roman, I'm the fucking boss."

Maybe it had been too much to stand up, especially when he’d been told to sit down. Maybe it had been too bold of him to ask questions. But he hadn’t expected the slap, and especially not from a woman! A gasp left his lips, and he was shocked by how much it hurt. How could someone like her hit so hard?

When she grabbed his face, he visibly tensed up, fear coursing through his veins as he was forced to stare into her dark eyes. In any other situation, it would’ve been a turn-on. She was right; he usually got his way. But she was also wrong. She wasn’t the boss here. It seemed that there was a discrepancy between the robbers, and Arturo could use that to his advantage. If everyone thought they were in charge, they’d probably start fighting, which would allow him enough time to grab his beautiful secretary and leave. He’d call the police, and they’d find a way to get the other hostages out. And then, he’d be a hero, and his wife would forgive him for cheating! It was a win-win.

But he knew he shouldn’t get too ahead of himself — not yet, at least. Maybe cooperating was the best idea for now. He certainly didn’t want to get slapped again. So, he simply nodded rapidly. “You’re the boss,” he repeated after a moment of hesitation. “You’re the boss. I’m sorry.”

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He wandered nervously into the room, clearing his throat softly to gain the woman’s attention. It was clear that Rio was the weak link; however, Nairobi was a woman, and she could also be manipulated fairly easily… or so he thought. “Excuse me?” Arturo stood up straighter, trying not to show any fear. In order for his plan to work, he had to create a distraction. “There’s a problem with one of the machines.” A lie, but a believable one. Hopefully.

[beartamed-archived]

@elmatriarcado asked: “You can’t keep pushing yourself like this, Helsi..."

She was right, and he knew it. If he kept pushing himself, he was going to collapse of exhaustion. But it was too late to stop now. Currently, he was in charge of moving the gold — it was heavy, and although he was strong, he hadn’t slept properly in weeks. The last heist he was on, he’d lost his brother. This heist, he’d sworn to himself that he’d protect everyone. Deep down, he knew that was impossible, but he refused to accept that. No, he had to keep everyone safe.

“Nairobi…” Helsinki let out a soft sigh, lifting up some more of the gold. “I’m not pushing myself. Haven’t I proven how strong I am?” He managed to crack a small smirk, although there was slight concern behind it. “Tranquila. I’m fine.”

[gcvernedbalance-archived]

@elmatriarcado asked: ❥ "Professoooor!"

He was proud of them; he was proud of all of them. Even though this heist had gone off the rails, even though both Moscow and Oslo had died, they would finish this and become the richest criminals in the world, pulling off the biggest heist ever and getting justice for Sergio’s father. He smiled for once, wrapping his arms tightly around Berlin and resisting the urge to kiss him on the cheek. No one else could know of their relationship.

As soon as he pulled away, he felt her jump into his arms. Oh, Nairobi… she had come so far, and she had handled herself so well. Sergio smiled as he embraced her, one hand cradling her head gently while the other wrapped around her waist tightly. “Nairobi,” he murmured softly, closing his eyes for a moment and breathing in her scent. He opened them again after a moment. “I’m so proud of you.”

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"Heeelsiiii!" Nairobi sing-songed, sweeping into the room. She was dressed to the nines for Christmas in a red dress and dangling gold earrings. Matching festive bracelets jingled on her wrists as she cupped Helsinki's chin and kissed him promptly on the cheek. "Feliz navidad y próspero año nuevo, querido."

Nairobi looked absolutely gorgeous today. She always did, but today especially. Helsinki grinned as she kissed his cheek, pulling her in for a tight hug — hopefully not too tight. He’d learned his strength from too many people. “Nairobi?” He placed his hands on her shoulders, pulling back from the embrace to look her in the eyes. The smile remained on his face, never fading. “¡Feliz navidad!” He suddenly lifted her up in the air, twirling her around and dipping her before letting her back up, making sure she was on balance before letting go. “I got you something. It’s under the tree.”

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“you’re three-seven-six? I’m three-seven-nine, our numbers are close aren’t they?” attempts to build relationships in a place like this were not easy, but yuri was determined to make conversation, even if said conversation began with a comparison of numbers. “almost the same, if you just flip the last number around...ha.”

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He wasn’t sure when or how they’d become allies, but Nairobi was one of the genuine ones. He could tell just by looking at her. There were so many people who had tried to come up to him and form an alliance, but he knew better. Those people didn’t see him; they only saw his muscles. Nairobi… Nairobi saw him as a person. She was his number one, and he was going to make sure she survived.

“Hey.” He tapped her on the shoulder, then sat down beside her. He started to slowly unwrap his sandwich, wrinkling his nose slightly at the smell. Surely they wouldn’t serve them all bad food, would they? “How are you feeling?”

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@elmatriarcado asked: “  no.  don’t move.  you need to stay still.  ”

It wasn’t just his shoulder that was wounded; it was his ego. Arturo had tried to do the right thing — saving the hostages. But it had completely backfired. That’s what happened to heroes, wasn’t it? But the heroes still always won. Arturo was injured; maybe this was the perfect distraction for a group of hostages to escape! And once they escaped, they could communicate with the police, and they could all get out of here safely! That is, if Arturo wasn’t lying on his goddamn death bed.

“Fuck.” He cursed under his breath, breathing heavily. The painkillers were starting to wear off; he could feel the bullet that was lodged into his shoulder, and he looked up at the woman as she spoke, eyes narrowing slightly. Did she think he was going anywhere? What was she going to do, tie him down? He wouldn’t be surprised. “I need more painkillers, then.” He probably wasn’t in the position to be making demands, but at least Nairobi was a woman. Maybe that made her soft.