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#𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙻𝚈 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 ( 2026 edition ) - arthur, desiderius, halston, james holden, leto derichs, tatum de vos

#𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙴 -

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#[ 20 ] ── * leto { visage }

reid @pcufcrged said, " that was completely unnecessary. "

tilting his head to the side, he briefly scans over the file he'd rather rudely yanked out of the other agent's hands. red may have brought them the bau agent but that didn't mean he was going to run the guy into the ground. especially not after their complicated history.

carefully, he sets the file on a nearby desk and does his best to not disrupt the order of the papers. once his hands are free, though, he rounds the desk. when close enough, hale turns reid's chair so that he can rests his own hands on the armrests, essentially boxing in the other man.

" sweetheart, " he says with a low purr. maybe he didn't know where they stood. he could make a damn good educated guess he'd burned that bridge when he got scared and walked away. didn't mean he didn't care. didn't mean he was going to let the beautiful man in front of him run himself into the ground. " you're tired and as one of the higher ranking agents on this case, i'm putting you to bed. "

they're still in the post office so he will not give in to the temptation to kiss the top of reid's head.

" we can pick this back up in the morning. "

#[ 03 ] ── * hale { answers }#pcufcrged #pcufcrged ( reid )#[ 03 ] ── * hale { blacklist }

red @pcufcrged said, " i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way. "

" et, i need you to remember that one of us is black ops, mon cher. " desiderius leans forward just enough to brush a chaste kiss to raymond's lips before pulling back. when he looked down at his button down shirt, there was a sigh; bone deep and tired. he's more irritated by the cut in the fabric and the blood seeping through than he is the bullet wound beneath.

his forearm had been grazed but the part that was making him a little cranky was the bullet wound in his shoulder. while it didn't hit anything vital, it hurt and it was going to prevent him from playing the violin until the stupid thing healed.

" disposable. " he couldn't even bring himself to sound sad as he said it. if anything, desi sounded a little hollow as he carefully peeled the shirt from his shoulders and let it fall to the hotel floor. every time the stitches pulled he pressed his lips together. slowly, he exhaled through the pain.

after a few deep breaths, he walks over to the table where a bottle of scotch still sits. he'd prefer the wine but can't be bothered with the cork right then so, instead, pours himself a finger of amber liquid. desi then pulls his phone out of his pocket so he can press play on one of his playlists. nocturne op. 9 starts playing through the speaker.

" even if i wasn't, i would stand in front of you for every bullet every day. because, i can. " he takes another sip. " i was made into this terrible, violent thing. now i get to use it for purposes of my choosing. mine. not theirs. "

#pcufcrged #pcufcrged ( red )#[ 02 ] ── * desiderius { modern }#[ 02 ] ── * desiderius { answers }

red @pcufcrged said, ❝ alright, here’s your coffee. are you ready to talk or should i find something to ramble about for a few minutes? ❞

" jesus christ, " shane's wearing sunglasses to help shield him from the bright morning light. he's not generally a drinker and he doesn't partake in the casual intimacy of some other people he knows. not that he judges it by any stretch. after being married he'd gotten a lot of that out of his system. now, shane just missed being committed to someone but that was a whole can he didn't feel like digging down into first thing.

he'll give hale one thing. at least he felt relaxed as all those thoughts were going through his head.

grabbing the offered coffee, shane takes a sip and then curses himself when it burns the tip of his tongue. his fault for going in so fast.

legs kick up onto the coffee table. he's vaguely aware that amos isn't here staring him down but shane doesn't have the energy to think much on that. they both have loyalties to red for a reason and the former marine respected that. " if you ramble, we'll be here for hours. just talk to me. "

#pcufcrged #pcufcrged ( red )#[ 23 ] ── * shane { modern }#[ 23 ] ── * shane { answers }

pcufcrged

jacket, hat and tie had been discarded hours before, sleeves unbuttoned and rolled up along his forearms as he'd delved into his own research mode. quiet conversations with his own people, a few phone calls and messages delivered -- not all of them as polite, or quiet, as the exchanges with his people or those that the bureau had assigned to the taskforce. his own patience was worn thin, and weariness had crept in somewhere in the last hour or two, but he had worked to maintain his composure for a multitude of reasons.

it wasn't a matter of not showing weakness, as one might with those that he considered potential enemies, but more of an attempt to keep up the morale after the extraordinary cascade of failures earlier in the day -- for all of his temper that he held in check, there was an irritation at almost everyone involved that he'd been working to conceal. it became easier, though, as others came and went, or filed out for the night, leaving only a few of those that were tasked with is protection and, in the end, the young woman who was determined to make up for mistakes that weren't hers.

"i'm afraid that isn't going to be possible, dear noah," raymond replied, amusement gracing his silken tone, leaning over her to extract the coffee cup from her hand, the crinkle of distaste at the sad excuse for coffee to start with, now long since room temperature. "whatever there is to be found, can be found after an excellent dining experience, and a good night's respite, neither of which you will find here." the post office was a lot of things, but elegant, and refined, it was not. "now, if you would, please close up that contraption, and accompany me to my reservation -- i simply abhor dining alone, and seeing as you are the last woman standing, i must insist."

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about forty five minutes prior, desiderius had walked into her little space to try and say the same thing. except, he'd said it in this swiss french purr that sent a shiver down her spine. gently, he'd told her to get some sleep and not to let arthur get to her. that the older blonde tended to beat himself up for not being able to protect people. it both made her feel better and worse at the same time.

yet, for some reason, it was raymond reddington's warm baritone that went straight to her thighs. his smooth delivery that made her want to consider stopping when she'd brushed off everyone else who tried to get her to pause for some rest.

in response to her disappearing coffee cup, noah looked red in the eye, opened the top drawer under her desk and revealed bags of gummy bears, protein bars, packets of apple & cinnamon oatmeal, and several cup o' noodle. " an excellent dining experience can already be had. " her brow raises but then her gaze flicks to the clock behind red's head. a long, exhausted sigh huffs out of her.

" okay, fine. " noah types a few things and the login screen pops up on her monitor. the agent stands, feeling a few things pop into place when she reaches towards the ceiling with her hands. " but i get a little more flirty after a glass of wine. you've been warned. "

#pcufcrged #pcufcrged ( red )#[ 22 ] ── * noah { interactions }#[ 22 ] ── * noah { modern }

takeshi @pcufcrged gets a modern / blacklist starter because i feel like it

noah wasn't good with people. not really. she could flirt up a storm in the safety of her office and under the cover of a night club. but, normal every day people-ing? was more hale's thing. she thought it was her thing until she met hale ashwood and learned she was actually pretty fucking terrible with people. that's probably what happened when you pretend to be your parents after they die because you don't want to end up in the system for six months until you turn eighteen.

which is precisely why she questioned everyone's intelligence for saying she needed to be the one to play arm candy for red as they met up with one of his contacts for this particular take down. sure, she had her laptop in her bag to be able to interface into whatever information they needed for the meet but noah also could've done that from the safety of her nice, comfortable office chair. far away from people.

" you're doing great, baby girl. " hale says in her ear piece.

flaring her nostrils, the computer analyst shifts to cross one leg over the other. one hand slides behind red's neck in a grounding gesture that is purely self serving, and starts scratching lightly at the soft hairs at the base of his skull.

" i will gladly stab you in the art- " before she can finish that thought, however, her heart stops. her throat closes up and tears sting the back of her eyes. takeshi's walking towards them like some fallen angel out of her nightmares. or, well, dreams. she's dreamed of him coming back. even worse, is she's dreamed of him apologizing and begging forgiveness.

maybe because she's dreamed of him so often, she just assumes this is another figment of her imagination. it's not until he's stopped in front of them and stays there for a few seconds that it dawns on her that he's the one here to see red.

" you... " noah slides back on the bench, away from red like he's suddenly a burning hot iron. " he... " she stands so quickly it makes her dizzy. " fuck no. absolutely - the fuck - not. i give zero fucks about your list. or the people. or whatever world ending thing is happening today... " she's crying before she even realizes the tears started sliding down her cheek. " go choke on a cactus, kovacs. " the strap of her bag goes over her shoulder and she tries to walk away.

#pcufcrged #pcufcrged ( takeshi )#[ 22 ] ── * noah { interactions }#[ 22 ] ── * noah { modern }

red @pcufcrged said, " i like a man who's good with his hands. "

as soon as he'd been assigned to this god damn case hale knew something about it was going to get him in trouble. it wasn't that he didn't like red. in fact, he liked red a little too much. every time the older man spoke that voice was like a purr down his spine that made his cock twitch. also didn't help that his ex's ex-husband happened to be part of red's security. small world right there. he and shane already shared the obligatory stare down but whatever steam they'd had ended a long time ago. bad enough that if that relationship came to light it could cost him his career.

then again, hale never really cared about things like that.

a smile spreads across the agent's lips as his fingers reach up to loosen the tie around his neck. how he ended up making a career out of wearing the fucking thing was beyond him. his original intention had been to get the fuck away from all the rigidity of the army and the government. find a little town somewhere he could be a bartender and fuck his way through all the pretty people.

but no. here he was in a hotel room with one of the most notorious men on the planet with his dick half mast because it did not know the difference between right and wrong.

his blazer is folded neatly in hand and set on the back of one of the very fancy chairs. the tie rests in a pile on top.

slowly, almost as if sauntering, hale closes the distance between them. one hand slides up the other man's neck, and leans in. his lips barely brush against red's ear. " you have no idea what these hands can do. or this mouth, for that matter. "

#pcufcrged #pcufcrged ( red )#[ 03 ] ── * hale { modern }#[ 03 ] ── * hale { answers }#i changed hale and tate to fbi cause the show mostly takes place on us soil #i thought there would be more cia involvement with the nature of his list #but ALAS here we are and tate needs to be fbi anyway for his undercover work

red @pcufcrged said, " don't give me that look. "

fingers rub lightly over the wolf head tattoo on the side of his neck, kneading out the knot that's starting to form where the muscle starts to slope into his shoulder. blue eyes remain on aisling as she stands across the foyer, laughing with a group of people that he's become only tangentially familiar with during their time in whatever relationship this is. a relationship that makes no fucking sense because everything she knows about him is a lie.

well, the way he feels about her isn't a lie. but, the man she's falling for? all that's a lie.

tatum raises an eyebrow as he turns his head to look back at reddington again. arms raise and cross over his chest. " i'm givin' you a look for givin' my girl a look. " his lips press into a thin line as soon as he says it. their connection may not be all that secret anymore but tate still wanted to minimize the impact of his undercover work on her. so far, michael didn't seem that interested in her beyond the money she helps to bring in at things like these.

" last thing i want her is to get more tied up in any of this than she needs to. she's a good person, red. she's not... she's never had to do any of the shit we've had to and i intend on keeping it that way. "

#pcufcrged #pcufcrged ( red )#[ 19 ] ── * tatum { answers }#[ 19 ] ── * tatum { modern }

red @pcufcrged said, " what are you trying to prove? "

" nothing, mon rouge. " desi's hand slams down, causing the highball glass to shatter. he hisses as glass shreds his skin and alcohol splashes into the wound simultaneously. rather than try to fish the jagged pieces out, he simply balls his hand into the fist to make the pain more prominent.

weird how he can be more honest with raymond reddington than anyone else he's ever worked with. or how this man standing before him can see through every mask when arthur and niven can not. men he's fought beside are so used to seeing the scars they gloss right over them. or, maybe they're simply not used to these particular scars.

" that i'm not him. " the agent tries to compose himself by standing straight. fingers smooth down the front of his silk vest, leaving streaks of blood in their wake. for the sake of propriety, desi ignores them and starts to pick up the larger pieces of glass while still ignoring those in his hand. it's like he's forgotten they're there. " i'm not him. i'm not either of them. does it bring you joy to hear me say it? that twenty years later i still want to be quiet enough. good enough. that every time i look in the mirror i am both everything my father hates and everything piotr taught me to be? "

glass clinks like tiny little bells when he places his foot on the pedal of the trash can and deposits everything he's picked up. " that maybe, somewhere in all that mess i still managed to control my own destiny? "

#pcufcrged #pcufcrged ( red )#[ 02 ] ── * desiderius { modern }#[ 02 ] ── * desiderius { answers }

red @pcufcrged said, " heartbreaking , isn’t it ? when someone you loved and thought you knew turns out to be someone else ? "

amos was standing several feet away looking a level of calm arthur never felt on the outside. he looked it, sure. desi always commented on how absolutely detached from the world he always looked despite the whirlwind that was his constant thoughts. still, the blonde crossed one leg over the other. he brings the cigarette up to his lips and has the absolutely random thought that amos and niven might just be two peas in the same pod.

arthur exhales a plume of smoke towards his knee to hide the fact that he's pressing his lips into a thin like. " she wasn't someone else. " he licks his lips before pressing the cigarette between them again. images hit him then. images of gwen with lancelot in their own bed and all the turmoil that happened after.

" me 'n my level of fucked up wasn't she signed up for but, i'm guessing you know that if you're bringing it up. " as he exhales again, arthur rubs at his temple with his thumb. " which begs the question. what do you need, red? "

#pcufcrged #pcufcrged ( red )#[ 01 ] ── * arthur { answers }#[ 01 ] ── * arthur { modern }

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#[ 23 ] ── * shane { visage }

Initial Blacklist Modern inspired verse:

arthur - current mercenary working with desi. assists with field ops, off books. former UKSF. aka " excalibur "

desi - swiss black ops ( AD 10 ) on loan to the FBI or maybe part of a joint task force since international and all that

drystan - former UKSF and member of arthur's team. chrisjen's off books intelligence officer. aka " the knight "

ford - former navy seal. current black ops brought in for the shenanigans. field support.

hale - former army ranger, current FBI ( paramilitary agent )

leto - black market intelligence / fixer. aka " the shadow "

michael - some kind of high level / blacklist level criminal but maybe not on the black list? maybe helps red? ash's dad

niven - another former member of arthur's UKSF team. dishonorably discharged. currently works with arthur's mercenary company. aka " druid "

noah - FBI hacker / cyber officer

riley: runs a series of criminal safe houses. very few people know his name. aka " the sanctuary "

serge: former army ranger. current pirate. / weapons dealer

shane - former marine, current member of red's security team. aka " the hellhound "

tate - deep cover FBI, current second in command to michael

#[ 00 ] ── * blog { organize }

red @pcufcrged said, " since you missed the concert , i thought we could have one of our own . "

desiderius had been relegated to the office ever since he'd been captured while undercover several years back. scars still littered his arms and back from the interrogation not to mention some of the other symptoms the AD 10 appointed therapist liked pointing out on a constant basis. though, truth be told, he was still a little confused how a former member of swiss black ops landed on a FBI black site. friend of a friend with a favor or some such, arthur had said. although, he suspected it had more to do with the information network he'd amassed while under cover.

when he realized he had company, desi calmly set down the glass of wine and started rolling his sleeves down to cover the scars. not that he'd say as much out loud.

with glass back in hand, his free fingers comb wild curls back from his face. he turns on his heel to find red standing in the middle of his office. the sounds of vivaldi started wafting from somewhere. desi suspected a phone or something wireless.

" that really isn't necessary, mr. reddington. although, i do appreciate the sentiment. " the agent said softly, erecting a wall between them he couldn't quite understand. he blamed his thoughts. he blamed the recent revelation that piotr had his hands in more things than he ever anticipated. " i hope you had a good evening, though. "

#pcufcrged #pcufcrged ( red )#[ 02 ] ── * desiderius { answers }#[ 02 ] ── * desiderius { modern }

red @pcufcrged said, " you must be exhausted, i know i am "

noah was on her, what, fifth cup of coffee? she stopped counting after the second one because hale kept sliding them in front of her. the taller man was pacing somewhere in the hallway unless someone dragged him away by now. she wasn't sure about that, either, because it was like the florescent lights were burning into her retinas after the near twenty hours she'd been staring at her screens.

" i'm fine. " the hacker quietly lied. on any other day, she'd be flirting up a storm with the older man. right then she couldn't find the energy because she'd been running on empty for hours now. as arthur reminded her earlier in the day, lives depended on her figuring her shit out, as he so eloquently put it.

she'd been trying to hack into various world governments for information on a few men named the hristov twins. their taskforce almost literally tripped over them earlier in the day trying to take down a russian smuggler. the op went sideways, which is why arthur was so fucking pissed. not like it was her fault he'd been so tunnel-visioned that he failed to catch onto the other problems going on.

" i fucking told him something was wrong. " noah shakes her head because that was supposed to stay an inside out.

" can you go be sexy somewhere else? i'm having a hard enough time concentrating right now without you doing the daddy hover. "

#pcufcrged #pcufcrged ( red )#[ 22 ] ── * noah { answers }#[ 22 ] ── * noah { modern }