#seven fic

[laminy]

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The summary contains slight spoilers for 6 Underground - since it just came out today, the summary is in the beginning notes instead.

pairing: Four/Seven

rating: general

[slut4mysme]

Takers- 707 Fic Chapter 1

Holaaaaaa babes~ DID YOU GUYS MISS ME LIKE I MISSED YOU. Seriously, though, I missed you guys so much. You guys are so incredibly sweet and supportive. I am so sorry I haven’t been active like at all, as you all know I was super sick. BUT GUESS WHO’S BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER :D NOT ME :( Well, I’m back, but my writing skills are super rusty which is why I am super hesitant to release this fic. Just like the JuminxMC fic, this one will be for 707xMC. Unfortunately, MC has not been introduced yet so I guess this will be a prequel IDK? 

Honestly, IDK yet. I have two chapters of this fic finished. However, I am not confident of it AT ALL. Like the entire time I was writing it, I was like WTF THIS SUCKS SUCKS SUCKS. So depending on how this does well I post it, I will decide if I want to continue this series. PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK GUYS, OR I WON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THIS. Anyways, thanks so much for being amazing. I also have a Jumin Fic update coming out this week and the long-awaited Unknown Child will have the sequel released a week from now (so next Sunday). 

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Beads of sweat were profusely running down his face, down his neck into his shirt; the wind from the harsh winter making him shiver thanks to his cold sweat. It had been a while since he had received an active mission that required him to leave his humble tech abode.

Seven had already hacked into the mainframe and had disabled the security for approximately 47 minutes and 17 seconds and counting. And here he was, fumbling with picking the locks to get into the museum. He didn’t understand the mission completely, but from what Vanderwood had instructed, it seemed that there was some rare Jewel in this museum, worth millions and he had to steal it before anyone else could.

Being a hacker, it didn’t faze him, carrying out illegal activity. He simply did what he needed to so survive, so that his needs and his boss’ needs were met. He couldn’t risk making them unhappy, not when they had taken the most valuable thing he had as collateral.

He gritted his teeth, cursing himself because he was running out of time. If he didn’t get the Jewel this time… then… No, he couldn’t even think of what they would do.

His ears perked up as he heard the lock click. He needed to hurry, word on the street was that the most notorious thief also had his eyes on the Jewel. They called themselves “Ace” and they left their trademark ace of spades card whenever they had successfully accomplished their task.

Unfortunately for Ace, there would be no accomplishment for them today. They might be good, but Seven was better. He had to be better. He couldn’t risk being the opposite. He was a shadow, always there but never noticed, until it was too late and he was gone.

He rushed into the museum stealthily, silently trying to recall the blueprints that he had memorized last night to memory. He made his way down the hall, completely concentrated. “This is going to be a walk in the park,” he thought to himself smugly as he finally had the Jewel in his line of sight.

All he had to do was make his way over quickly, grab the Jewel and run before the cops could come running. If his calculations were correct, then it would give him approximately 120 seconds to escape once the alarm was set off and all hell would break loose.

 His mind was running all possible escape routes in his head, as he made his way into the hall. “Tsk tsk tsk, and here I thought you would be smarter, I wouldn’t move a muscle if I were you, darling.”

Seven was frozen in place, he heard a clearly altered voice and committed it to memory. It was high pitched so the perpetrator must be a guy, he doesn’t seem to have a large build but must have a deep voice. As he kept analyzing the disfigured voice, his blood ran cold, there was no way he could have made it in before Seven, not when it had taken him so long to get in himself.

He turned to see a lean, masked figure, leaning against the wall of the museum, casually eating a snack. Completely relaxed, as if they were in some public place and not robbing one of the most precious and prized artifacts known to man.

“At least I know you’re good at following directions,” the masked party said cheerfully, pleased to see Seven following his orders. It only pissed him off more. He went to take a few more steps, deciding that it would be best to simply grab the Jewel and run when the masked man pulled out a powdered substance and threw it at Seven.

He was flustered, not knowing what he was just assaulted with when he finally saw them, hundreds of intersecting infrared lines just blocking his path to the jewel. Had he taken just a few more steps he would have triggered the alarm system completely.

He silently cursed himself for not thoroughly disabling the security system. Of course, they would have extra precautionary measures for a Jewel worth 24.3 million dollars. He was mentally kicking himself for being so stupid.

The notorious delinquent let out another laugh, “The look on your face is priceless. You looked so confused. You must be asking why? Why did I help you? Why didn’t I take the Jewel when I was here about an hour before you? Why, why, why, why, why? Right?”

Seven gritted his teeth as he heard the smile in their disfigured voice. He hated being the butt of anyone’s joke and he was a trained special agent. Taking a deep breath he carefully and swiftly maneuvered himself through the laser sensors. He concentrated, knowing that everything was riding on this ticket and that he could not blow it, he had reached the pedestal the Jewel was a top when he felt a presence behind him.

The masked offender quickly brushed off his hands, “Wow now that was some stretch huh? Why work out when you can just steal for a living am I right?”

Seven gave them a hard look and went back to deciding what to do with the Jewel and the rather burdensome situation he now had to deal with.

“Jeez tough crowd huh,” the masked creature said whistling.

Seven didn’t know how on earth they could be so calm. He had had enough finally snapped, “Why the fuck are you joking around? What do you want? The jewel? Because I hate to break it to you I’m taking it.”

The masked person turned and simply shrugged, “Because it’s fun and you’re funny. That’s why I haven’t taken the Jewel and took off. It was fun watching you struggle at the door for 23 minutes when you could have simply used an infrared laser to cut a hole into the glass ceiling and lowered yourself down. It was fun watching you, with that goofy smile on your face as you waltzed into the room where the most valuable Jewel in the world was, thinking you could just pick it and walk off, that there would be no way they wouldn’t have anything that the untrained eye couldn’t see that wouldn’t alert the security team. That you have about 2 minutes and 3 seconds and counting until that security system that you oh-so-cleverly disabled kicks back on and you are caught red-handed for stealing the jewel yet you’re wasting that precious time yelling at me.”

He gritted his teeth, as he was clearly made a fool of. He went on a limb and decided that there was only one option. He wanted to laugh, sure he had been outsmarted up until now however he prepared himself, in case any opposers had decided to come and ruin his mission. He let out a forced laugh ad glared at the masked jester, “You think you’re so smart right? Well, have fun with the police.”

Without a moment of hesitation, he grabbed the Jewel and the sound of a loud blaring alarm filled the room. He quickly hit a button on the side of his belt and a rope shot up towards the ceiling quickly. He quickly threw the last piece in his ingenious plot to escape, a card; more specifically the ace of spades.

He had finally made it up to the drop ceiling where he pushed a tile to the side as he began to make his escape. He felt the adrenaline rush through his veins as he glibly called down, “It was great meeting you, but let’s not do this again, “ With that he was gone, on the run but he had successfully completed his mission. He was placing the tile back when he heard over the blaring alarms, the disfigured voice slowly getting louder, “Oh sweetheart, that, now that, you shouldn’t have done. “

He began to run, with everything he had. He somehow had to make his way back down to his car so he could make his getaway successful. He heard sirens and hundreds of police cars filled the streets. He heard a chopper in the distance and realized that he was quickly running out of options, time was quickly ticking away. He had to act fast.

He turned to run, but it was too late. He quickly pulled the hood of his hoodie over his eyes. The doors to the roof burst open behind him, police officers rushed in, demanding him to surrender because there was no mistake. How you he have messed up? He had to accomplish the mission, there was no surrender, not for him. He racked his mind, for possibilities but he was up against a wall. He slowly took a few steps back, “Don’t come near me, I’ll jump off this ledge, I swear and god only knows where I’ll throw the jewel” he threatened.

“Son, don’t make another move, We will shoot you” the police officer yelled. Seven gritted his teeth. He despised himself. He knew what would happen. He would be taken into custody, the jewel would be back in its place, and that cocky bastard would come back and steal it. Not on his watch, not if he could help it. Left with no other options, he turned, ready to jump from the top of the building, accepting that this was the end of the line for him.

He had heard the shot before he actually felt it. But when he did, boy did he feel it. It was like the heat has just consumed his body and all the air had been knocked out of him. He clutched his stomach in pain, as he felt himself fall over the edge. He closed his eyes, not able to gain the strength to reach into his pocket to throw the cursed jewel. When he felt a pair of hands grab him.

His body snapped as he felt himself hang from the side of the building. He slowly opened his eyes to see the masked man, holding onto him, clinging to the side of the building. He heard the chopper coming closer and groaned, “Just let me go, they have aerial support, just let me die and save yourself you cocky bastard.”

“Aerial support? Oh, hun, that’s not aerial support, that’s our ticket out of here.” The masked wonder said every word emphasized with a cocky smile that Seven could only imagine was on his face.

He couldn’t think or even react. He felt his consciousness slipping from him. He had so many questions he wanted to ask, but he had no time. He couldn’t muster the strength to utter any words. That was the last thing he felt before succumbing to the exhaustion and darkness.

So who’s awesome for reading this long ass fic that most likely sucked? UH YEAH YOU GURL. Yeah so, as I said my writing skills are a tad rusty... OK REALLY RUSTY. I am not confident with this one but idk. Lemme know what you guys think :D Thanks so much for being the amazing person you are and reading my thingies. You are the greatest :D MUAH XOXO  

[laminy]

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"One, please! Help me!"

As the yacht sinks and the plan falls apart around them, Seven is forced to listen on the radio as Four is beaten by Rovach's guards, and can only hope that One manages to find him in time.

pairing: Four/Seven

sequel to the slate will soon be clean.

[arielle0808]

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Here comes a new chapter of my Seven fic :)

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