um? i love your theme. but anyway. domestic rogues headcanon: hartley and lisa act so much like siblings that third parties think they grew up together (mick secretly takes pictures of them being siblingy on his phone)
ahh, thank you so much! i, too, absolutely adore my theme. and i absolutely LOVE this concept!! lisa and hartley are most definitely a dynamic duo! i hope you enjoy your little snippet!
“Are we completely sure that your sperm donor didn’t sire anymore offspring after you and Lise?” Mark asks, directing the question at Len. The two of them and Mick are stood in the kitchen of their latest safehouse. Mick is preparing a big dinner for them all, and Len is assisting where he can, but Mark isn’t doing much other than rattling on and on, as per usual. “I mean, look at the two of them. They could be long lost twins or something.”
The ‘two of them’ he’s referring to are, of course, Lisa and Hartley. Currently, they’re spread out across the couch in the living room, painting each other’s nails while Mean Girls plays on the television. They’re chattering on about something or another, but whatever it is can’t be heard from the kitchen.
“Positive,” Len drawls out, not looking up from where he’s methodically chopping up bell peppers to go in the big pot of chili Mick is currently throwing spice after spice into. “The devil only spawned the two of us. That’s all he needed to get what he wanted.” He stops for a moment to look up and watch Lisa and Hartley interact. “They just.. have similar interests. We got lucky when we picked up the puppy.”
“Stop calling me a puppy!” Hartley snaps, raising his voice enough that he can be heard clearly in the kitchen. It’s easy to forget that, when he’s wearing his enhanced hearing aids, he can hear more than a typical human.
“Never,” Len snarks back, then returns to chopping up the vegetables. The corners of his lips are turned in amusement and a hint of fondness, but he dares anybody to accuse him of having feelings. “Let them have their harmless fun.”
“Harmless?” Mark asks with a huff. “Last month they tied me to a chair and dyed my hair green! They’re little menaces, is what they are!”
“Marky, you have super powers,” Mick finally speaks up, though he doesn’t turn away from the stove. “You coulda gotten outta that chair if you really wanted to.”
“Shut up, Rory,” Mark hisses back. There’s a hint of electricity crackling in the air suddenly, but one icy glare from Len has is disappearing almost immediately. “They gave me that look. I know you know the one.”
“Yep,” Mick agrees. They’ve all been victims of that Look before, but none more than Mick. You could say he has a soft spot for the two. “Len, do me a favor an’ take a picture of ‘em, an’ don’t complain! Need it for their Christmas presents, but my hands are covered. An’ don’t let ‘em see you!”
send me your domestic rogues hcs/thoughts and i’ll write a snippet