All stories start somewhere, but the beginning isn’t always as interesting, so let’s cut right to the chase. That’s also my name, Chase Fetcher, but you’ll find most people just call me Fetch. Now, let’s rush over the important stuff you need to know.
* I got my medical degree in the army;
* I found out black market organ trade pays much better than a monthly salary;
* I got busted and lost everything, but people still wanted my services;
* I’m a quick study and expanded my expertise;
* Now I’m a modern-day mercenary specialised in kidnapping, “gentle” persuasion, organ harvesting and...waste disposal.
Such goes Fetch's introduction in the first chapter of Villain's View!
Welcome, dear reader, to the VV dedicated blog, where I shall slowly repost each chapter of VV onto tumblr for better readability and accessibility because DeviantArt's mobile access is garbage 🗑️
Some CW: This story contains several uncomfortable themes including: kidnapping, murder, torture, SA, abuse, neglect, blood and gore.
In other words: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT!
Below you'll find the masterlist that will (eventually) link all chapters together. Further down, you'll find extra info on some of the characters, VV-related WIPs I'm working on, other VV-related (crossover) series, mini-series, one shots and information regarding requests.
Requests are currently closed.
Villain's View
Chapter 1 - All Stories Start Somewhere
Chapter 2 - The Blood Under My Nails
Chapter 3 - That's Life
Chapter 4 - It Takes Guts
Chapter 5 - Dig Deep
Chapter 6 - Hit The Road Jack
Chapter 7 - Country Roads...Sorta
Chapter 8 - Take Me Home?
Chapter 9 - Good Soup
Chapter 10 - Don't Go
Chapter 11 - Just Fine
Chapter 12 - Not So Fine
Chapter 13 - Not Fine At All
Chapter 14 - Fine, But...
Chapter 15 - Trust
Chapter 16 - All Stories End Sometime
Villain's View Characters
Main characters:
Chase Fetcher
Erick James
Prominent side characters:
Peter Allard
Matthew Bishop
Keira Thorne
Jack Garland
Tito Rana
Jonas
Ethel
Others:
Mike Tracy
Harrison James
Mercedes Grant
Victim's View: Some Stories Continue - the long-awaited sequel to Villain's View!
Your Move - crossover AU by @scarletfish8eta (complete!)
My Move - the thrilling sequel (complete!)
Our Move - the chaotic conclusion (complete!)
Consequences - the brainrot was real (in progress...)
Polycule Harem College Murder Mystery Sitcom (AU) - ...long story (in progress...)
Fantasy AU - Where VV and the whole YM plot make a brief cameo (in progress...)
Long story short: Consequences is an AU sequel to the YMO AU and the poly harem college AU is an AU sequel to Consequences.
Medwhump May 2024 - A medical whump event where I chose to focus on the VV universe on my event participation blog: @whumpsmith-participates
The Demona Case
The Marz Case
The Aquara Case
The Carter-McLaughlann Case (scrapped)
YMO Xmas Special
Dilf in Distress
Requests are currently closed.
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Victim's View is the sequel to Villain's View (@villainsview) where we switch POV's from Fetch to Erick directly after the events in Villain's View.
I don't have a snippet sadly, but the general idea is that I want to explore Erick's reflection on how he got where he is in the first place and how he develops from there on.
Here's a page from my notes from when I first started allocating a brain cell or two to the sequel. I'd like to highlight the second paragraph:
Through Jaime Erick learns more about Fetch and because it's through Jaime's lens it solidifies the growing believe that Fetch isn't so bad. Erick starts making excuses for any mistreatment or believing whatever BS excuse Fetch gives.
I'll type out the full page if anyone requests it, but the most important/relevant part is quoted above this image!
TL;DR: We gonna dive into Erick's noggin' as he navigates his new life.
the rest of the art for Our Move (plus lineart, flat color and everything) is on itchio! why wait two more months for me to post the drawings week by week when u could get em all at once, PLUS all the pretty timelapse videos :3c
it's riiiight heeeere
the Our Move art download will be on gumroad too! and look out for BUNDLES where you can get Your Move, My Move, and Our Move art packs in one whole package :]
A/N: This special takes place after the events in Our Move, but outside of that canon. Basically it's an AU special of the YMO AU. Grab yourself a nice warm drink, or your favourite booze, sit back, relax and enjoy these holiday-themed shenanigans featuring a surprise guest-appearance and honourable mentions of Stab's Weeks/Months characters.
CW: so many xmas puns/jokes/references, jingle bells, nice!Fetch, threats of violence, murder threats, vehicular manslaughter mention, GID, tied up, tape gagged, humiliation I suppose, implied SA mention,
The weather outside was frightful—— It was raining, with the occasional flash of lightning. It was colder than usual too and Erick was keeping warm by scrubbing the kitchen from top to bottom.
He'd already done the bathroom, Fetch's bedroom, the living room, the hallway and the pantry. He'd been scrubbing all day, his knees and back were aching, his hands raw from all the water and chemicals, but after he'd scrubbed the grout between the floor tiles in the kitchen with a toothbrush he'd be finished for today.
He was almost done, sitting in front of the door opening and scrubbing between the tiles in front of the washing machine, which was working on the last ten minutes of a cycle, making a lot of noise.
He didn't hear the front door open as Fetch returned, shaking out his wet hair before pulling it back with his hand. A plastic bag and his raincoat dripped onto the carpet as he crossed the living room into the hallway. Erick quickly shuffled aside when he noticed him, so Fetch could step right past him and drop the wet bag onto the table.
"I-I just cleaned that," Erick said quietly.
"Then clean it again after you're done there," Fetch said, shrugging off his raincoat, dripping more over the clean floor. Erick sighed, but returned to scrubbing the grout while Fetch began making coffee.
"Did I tell you about the job this Friday?" he asked.
"Um...no?"
Erick paused his scrubbing again and looked up at Fetch.
"Some low-tier mobster is throwing a Christmas party and Tito wants us to use the opportunity to sneak in and find some important files for him," Fetch said.
"Why doesn't he send Jonas?" Erick rolled his eyes, "He can sneak in as a waiter."
Fetch chuckled, "You know he finds himself too important to pretend to be a waiter."
"Yeah, true." Erick agreed, "So how are we sneaking in?"
"It's a Christmas party." Fetch emphasised, "What better way to sneak in than to dress up as Santa?"
He opened the wet bag and pulled out the classic red costume, before pulling out something green as well and tossing it at Erick.
"And you can try that on for size." he said, "You can be Santa's lil helper."
Erick made sure not to drop the outfit in the bleach he was using for the grout, before taking a better look at it. He pulled a hat from the pile of green, with a red trim and a little bell at the end.
"...I'm not dressing up as an elf," Erick said.
"You have to." Fetch claimed, "It's a two-man job and you can't sneak in without a costume. We can't show up as two Santas either, or a tiny Santa and a giant elf—Now go try it on, I want to make sure I grabbed you the right size."
"Is it really a two-man job, or is it just an elaborate scheme to make fun of me?" Erick asked.
"Try on the outfit or I'll make you drink that bleach," Fetch threatened.
Erick got up, but did roll his eyes and sigh in the process before locking himself in the bathroom to try on the costume. It fit perfectly, but it looked even more ridiculous than he had imagined.
He didn't think an ugly shade of green existed until he dressed himself in this, the red trims here and there only making it worse. Not to mention the bells. There were little bells on the outfit everywhere; on the hat, at the end of his sleeves, and on the tips of the stupid pointy shoes.
He didn't even have decent pants; they were green tights. There was even a set of plastic, pointy ears that he could put on his own ears, but it definitely didn't make the look any better.
An impatient knock sounded on the door.
"How's it going? Does it fit?" Fetch asked.
"I hate it!" Erick stated, "I look like Kermit on crack!"
"Step out and let me see."
Erick reluctantly moved over to the door, cringing at every step as the bells on his outfit jingled, and unlocked the door. Fetch opened it and a bright flash briefly blinded the teen as he took a goddamn picture.
"What the— You did not just take a picture!"
"Lavender's gonna love this," Fetch said, snapping another picture. Erick tore the hat off and threw it at Fetch. He simply deflected the attack and put his phone away after sending the picture.
"Fetch!"
"Watch your tone, kid," Fetch said, "I really need you on this job, either as a distraction or doing the stealing part. Depends on how things look inside. If there's kids I better do the distracting part, as Santa."
"Jesus— Fine. But I'll complain about it." Erick huffed, "And no more pictures! Delete them!"
"Alright, alright, let me just send one to Jaime—"
"No!"
With great reluctance on Erick's part, they got to planning. Tito had given Fetch a series of numbers, which somehow corresponded to the files he wanted. It made sense that Fetch insisted Erick joined him on the job, he just had a bit of a better knack for numbers after all. It was the only thing Fetch ever admitted the teen was better at than him. He even repeated the statement to keep him on board with the plan, as he was still not enthusiastic about the whole dressing up part. He also needed the teen to drive, since his van would draw too much attention and, frankly, Erick's car was faster.
Come Friday, Erick reluctantly put on the elf costume again, peeking outside the bathroom door first to make sure Fetch wasn't waiting to take another picture before stepping outside.
At that moment, Fetch stepped out of his bedroom in the Santa suit. He almost looked like a different person, trying to fix the white beard in place.
"Well?" he said, "Don't we completely look the part?"
"Unfortunately..." Erick replied.
"Come on, have some Christmas spirit or whatever." Fetch said, "We need to be convincing."
"Looking the part isn't enough? We gotta act like it too?" Erick whined.
"Nobody likes a frowny elf." Fetch scolded.
"People don't tend to be very fond of a murderous Santa either." Erick pointed out.
"I can be very jolly when I need to." Fetch said, "You know adaptability is my game."
"I don't see it." Erick deadpanned. Fetch rolled his eyes.
"Listen to this then." he said, clearing his throat before bellowing loudly, "HO HO HO!"
Erick didn't seem very convinced yet, quite the opposite actually.
"I think I finally know what Jaime means when she calls something cursed."
"Watch the attitude, Kermit." Fetch warned, "Now let's go. We wanna arrive just when everyone's drunk enough."
Erick reluctantly followed Fetch outside. Thankfully it wasn't raining anymore and unfortunately it was warm enough that they didn't need coats. Fetch was even a little overdressed, pulling the fake beard down already.
"They should really start marketing a summer Santa for warmer climates." he said.
"Don't tell me you do this more often." Erick said.
"Every year when Jaime was little." Fetch said, "What's so wrong with that?"
"Lucy would call it cringe."
"How many women are you talking to?" Fetch asked, surprised.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Hey—"
"Aww! Look at you both!"
They both froze like a deer in the headlights as a bright flash blinded them both before they recognised Ethel's chuckle as she lowered her camera.
"Don't look so surprised, dears. Give me a smile!"
"No—"
"Humour her." Fetch said, pulling his beard back up and putting an arm around Erick, painfully squeezing his shoulder in warning. Erick forced a smile as Ethel took another picture.
"That one's going on the mantle." she said, "Now you two go and enjoy your party."
"Thanks Ethel." Fetch said, nudging Erick towards the car. After they'd gotten in and Ethel had gone back inside, Erick dared to speak up again.
"What did you tell her?"
"That we are volunteering as Santa at a charity event." Fetch said, "Try to put on a better smile when we get there, or they'll never let us in uninvited."
"I better get a cut for all this." Erick said as he started the engine and backed out of the driveway.
"We'll see about that."
Erick sighed. Fetch just had to have the last word as usual. He didn't argue it, he had to focus on the road.
Fetch navigated them to the right address and they arrived just at the height of the party. The gate surrounding the property was open so Erick pulled up on the driveway. The door was also open, but there was a security guard, eyeing both outside and inside the manor.
"Okay. Time to smooth-talk our way in." Fetch said, "Remember to smile. And put on your hat."
"How much is my cut?" Erick asked, grabbing the hat which he had tossed in the back before driving.
"Zero if you keep whining." Fetch said. "Minus a kidney if you ruin this for me."
"Let's spread some Christmas cheer." Erick said, forcing a smile. Fetch nodded, fixing his beard in place and getting out. Erick followed, locking the car and joining Fetch by the door as the security guard stopped them.
"We didn't hire Santa as entertainment..." he said.
"It's supposed to be a surprise." Fetch said, "Right, little helper?"
Erick pulled out his phone, pulling up a document he emailed himself earlier that day.
"Yeah it says right here on the bill." he said, holding it up to show the guard, but he raised his hand and stepped aside.
"What the hell. What's the harm?" he said, "Just don't cause trouble, have a drink for me."
"Merry Christmas~" Fetch said, nudging Erick before heading inside. Erick smiled politely and followed Fetch, who was already ho ho ho-ing as he entered the party. Everyone was tipsy and they loved it, wanting to take pictures with either or both or them.
By the time Erick had the chance to excuse himself to use the toilet, Fetch had two women on his lap and having their picture taken. He didn't need to see that. He walked back to the entrance hall. The bathrooms were indicated to be right across, but he needed to go up the stairs.
He glanced at the security guard, but he was distracted with a drunk guest, slurring loudly at him, so he didn't hear the stupid fucking bells on Erick's outfit as he hurried up the stairs.
Once he was sure he was alone, he pulled the note with file numbers from his sleeve, before sneaking across the second floor to look for the office where the files were kept.
When he thought he found the door, he tried it, but it was locked. He sighed, cursing his costume for not having decent pockets. Now he had to lift his shirt-tunic-whatever to grab a lock-picking kit from the waistband of his tights.
"If Fetch doesn't give me a cut I'll talk to Mr Rana myself." he grumbled quietly to no one in particular as he fiddled with the pins.
Surely Tito would agree with him? He was the one doing all the work, running the risk of getting caught, while Fetch was own at the party flirting with women.
Erick shook his head, getting rid of the mental image and focusing back on the lock until it clicked satisfyingly. He put the pins back in the kit and got up as he opened the door, looking around to make sure he was alone before heading inside.
He put the kit on the desk and found the filing cabinet. Fortunately that wasn't locked, so he pulled a small flashlight from his sleeve and began looking for the files on his list.
"These guys are taking organised crime way too seriously." he sighed, only finding one of the seven files in the first drawer. He plucked it out and began searching the rest, clamping the found files under his arm.
After he found the third file, the lights suddenly flicked on and he froze, glancing up to see two men in the door opening, which he hadn't even heard being opened. One of them was wearing a shirt with a dabbing Santa, the other a shirt with a printed-on necktie.
"What do we have here, Juàn?" the first man said, smirking a bit.
"You've heard of elf on the shelf, looks like we got a thief up to mischief." Juàn answered, snickering at his own joke.
"Wow." Erick said sarcastically, "That was terrible."
"Shut up, you! Drop those files!" the first one said, pulling out a gun while closing the door behind them.
"Are you sure?" Erick said, "If I drop them the papers are just gonna fly everywhere."
"I think we need to teach Jingle Bells some manners, Dominic." Juàn said.
Erick rolled his eyes, holding up the files and putting them on the edge of the desk.
"For the record, the costume was not my idea."
"Grab him, Juàn." Dominic ordered, "We'll deal with him before telling Santa his lil helper made the naughty list.
"Okay you gotta stop with the stupid Christmas puns." Erick said.
But the lackeys ignored him as Juàn grabbed his wrists and twisted them on his back. The bells on his costume jingled infuriatingly as he struggled against the man's grip, but Juàn just shoved him harshly against the archive drawers, loosening his own belt so he could wrap it around Erick's wrists.
Then he turned him around and shoved him against the drawers again, pinning him in place with one arm over his throat. Erick hissed as he managed to hit his funny bone right on top of one of the handles, but other than that he could only glare at the two lackeys for now.
"Now what, Dom?" Juàn asked.
"Gag him with something. We don't need him causing a ruckus. Boss wouldn't want the party to be disturbed." Dominic said.
"You hold him then." Juàn said, shoving the teen towards his partner. Dominic caught him by the front of his shirt, pressing his gun against his chin.
"While we wait, why don't you be a good lil elf and tell us who you work for?" he said.
"Um, duh." Erick said, turning his head away from the gun a bit, "I work for Santa, obviously."
"The one downstairs at the party?" Dominic asked.
"No. The one in the North Pole." Erick deadpanned, "It's the busiest time of year for him. He still has to go over his list a second time, otherwise he would've shimmied down the chimney himself for these files."
"I found duct tape!" Juàn announced, pulling a seemingly new role from a drawer.
"Oh look, a Christmas miracle." Dominic said sarcastically.
"Okay, okay, I'll stop with the stupid references if you do too." Erick said, trying to negotiate.
"Nah, I think we'll just gag you." Dominic said, pulling his hat off so he could grab his hair and hold him still. He nodded at Juàn, who then tore off a strip of tape and pasted it over Erick's lips.
Erick tried to shake his head in protest, but with just two against one he was already severely outnumbered. Several strips of tape later, he was silenced too. Dominic shoved him into the desk chair, keeping his gun trained on him while discussing with Juàn on what to do next.
"I think we best just take him to the basement, then I'll go check on Santa at the party. They're clearly working together." Dominic said.
"So when you say 'we' you actually just mean me?" Juàn asked, seeming a bit annoyed. Dominic rolled his eyes.
"What? Can't handle one puny elf?"
"Pmmy?!" Erick huffed behind the tape, trying to get up, but Dominic pushed him back down.
"Shut up and stay down, you!" he said.
Then suddenly the door opened again, two people sneaking in while giggling. A man and a woman, closing the door behind them. The man pressed the woman against the door, kissing her neck while she giggled like a teenage girl in love, neither of them noticing the two guards and Erick.
"Hush güzelim, someone will hear you~"
Erick tensed a bit, recognising the voice.
Why here of all places?
Why him of all people?
Dominic and Juàn seemed too stunned to say anything, but did think to put away the gun and step right into the couple's line of sight, obscuring Erick from their view.
"Oh mi amore~" the woman said, before gasping horrified as she noticed Dominic and Juàn. She patted her partner on the shoulder, trying to get him to stop kissing.
"D-Daniel...I think this room is already taken."
"What—"
"Delaney! I should've known it was you, you horny son of a bitch." Dominic said.
Delaney winced and stepped away from the woman, turning around, looking over the two guards.
"Hey, if you didn't want interruptions, you should've locked the door." he said, but while he had his back turned, t he woman opened the door and slipped out, not wanting to get any more involved.
"Great! Now you cost me my date!" Delaney said, "What are you two doing here anyway? I thought you were married, Juàn."
"Definitely not that!" Juàn quickly said.
"The silent alarm on the door got triggered." Dominic explained, "So we went to investigate and found ourselves a little thief."
He stepped aside. Erick cursed mentally as he caught Delaney's eye before looking away.
"Oh my God." Delaney said. "You!"
"You know him?" Dominic asked.
Erick shook his head, but they weren't paying attention to him.
"Yeah I know him." Delaney said, "And trust me, you don't want to be caught with him."
"Why?" Juàn asked, "Who does he work for?"
Erick shook his head more vigorously, but some of the bells on his costume rang softly, so he quickly stopped as Dominic threw him a glare.
"Chase Fetcher." Delaney said, "Who works for your boss' biggest rival, Tito Rana. You don't want to be responsible for starting a war with him now, do you?"
"Didn't he start though?" Dominic said, "Sending this lil thief?"
"Yeah, but what would your boss say if you got him involved in that nightmare? Doesn't even matter who started it." Delaney said, "Let me take him off of your hands, no one has to know he was even here tonight~"
"Since when do you get your hands dirty?" Dominic asked, "Or is it just because he's your type?"
"I'm offering you a way to tell your boss that his party went smoothly and there was no trouble whatsoever, without asking anything in return, I might add...And you're going to question why?"
"He's got a point, Dom..." Juàn said quietly, "Boss'll have our heads if he finds out someone even made it into his office."
"Ugh. Fine." Dominic sighed, "But no funny business on the boss' property. Take the backdoor, we don't want the guests to see him. Give your car keys to Juàn, he'll bring it around so you can load him in without being seen."
"Deal~" Delaney said, pulling his keys from his pocket and handing them to Juàn, who hurried outside to get his car. Dominic pulled Erick to his feet and shoved him towards Delaney.
"No funny business." He repeated, "Save that disgusting shit for the privacy of your own home."
"Don't worry, I can wait." Delaney said, shooting Erick a wink. The teen just shook his head again, backing away from him, but he already had a hold of his arm and pulled him out the door and deeper into the darkened corridor.
"Stop that, be quiet!" Delaney hissed, trying to get Erick discreetly out the back door of the house, but he was putting up a good fight, pulling against his grip and trying to call for help despite the tape gag. He even dug his heels in, though his stupid pointy shoes slipped easily over the tiles, so it didn't help much.
"Just shut up a second, I'm trying to help!" Delaney hissed quietly.
"Fmm ymm!" Erick snarled, trying to pull his arm free again.
Delaney sighed and shoved him against the wall, grabbing a painful hold of his jaw and forcing him to look at him.
"Listen!" he hissed, "Do you want to get out of here or do you want me to bring you back so they can tie you to a piece of concrete and ditch you in the ocean?"
He waited a second, not for an answer, but for the teen to settle down. He let go of him and stepped back, and when he didn't immediately try to run, he nodded satisfied.
"I promise I'll untie you once I get rid of Juàn." Delaney said, "And then you need to get the fuck out of here. Without breaking legs this time, that'd be nice."
Erick growled, but he couldn't form a comprehensive enough reply, nor could he really promise not to break any legs. Still, he reluctantly let Delaney take his arm and guide him towards the backdoor, where Juàn was waiting next to a shiny new Audi.
"I thought you drove a Porsche?" Juàn said, handing Delaney his key back.
"I did." Delaney said, "Until it got stolen."
"So that's why you wanted the thief." Juàn said with a grin.
"Exactly." Delaney improvised, "I'm gonna make him tell me who he sold it to."
"Need help putting him in the trunk?" Juàn asked.
"No, I like to keep an eye on 'em." Delaney said, pulling Erick towards the backseat door, "Why else would I need blinded windows?"
"Against the sun?" Juàn said with a shrug.
"Right..." Delaney said.
Erick kicked him for being too obvious, to which he shoved the teen into the backseat. He was having a déjà vu, somehow more horrible than the original memory, but forced himself to stay cal as he settled in the backseat and waited for Delaney to talk Juàn away.
Then Delaney finally got behind the wheel and drove about a block away before pulling over just as Erick started to get suspicious. After turning the engine off, Delaney turned in his seat and reached into the back.
"Give me your hands." he said.
Erick turned around so Delaney could reach the belt and loosen it. Once his hands were free, he peeled the tape off of his face himself.
"Fuck..." he said quietly, balling up the tape and tossing it on the floor.
"Really?" Delaney said, "I save you and you thank me by littering my car?"
"Why?" Erick asked, still not trusting him.
Delaney turned back to face forward, sighing.
"I guess I uh...kinda owe you one."
"Even if I cared, you'd definitely owe me more than just one." Erick said, before pulling out his phone. Thankfully the two lackeys hadn't thought of taking it.
"Touché..." Delaney said, glancing at the teen through the rear-view mirror, "What are you doing?"
"Letting Fetch know to switch to plan B." Erick said, "Wait, fuck, I'll need my car..."
"...I could get it?" Delaney suggested.
"And why should I trust you?"
"You don't have to, you can figure it out on your own if you prefer." Delaney said, "Or you can accept my help and make things easy on yourself."
Erick narrowed his eyes a bit, trying to figure out what he could possibly be up to, when suddenly it dawned on him.
"You want to get in Lavender's good graces." he said, "That's kinda sad, you know that?"
"Shut up. Do you want my help or not?" Delaney said.
"...fine." Erick said, "But I'm not responsible for Fetch's actions when he spots you."
"Oh is he gonna drain my blood and harvest my organs?" Delaney asked, rolling his eyes.
"Let's just go." Erick said, getting out of the car.
"We're walking?" Delaney asked, getting out as well, "In that getup?"
"I don't have a change of clothes in these tights." Erick said, "Besides, I'll drop you back here if you hold up your end of the deal."
"Fine. But I'm walking ten feet behind you."
"Make it twenty."
They returned to the manor on foot, though Erick made sure to stay out of sight and headed into an alley, pulling out his phone again and opening a map. Delaney followed, having stayed several feet behind him like he said he would.
"Now what?" he asked.
"Here." Erick said, showing the map to Delaney, "There's a service road west of the manor. I'll go ahead on foot. I need you to drive my car there and then we wait there for Fetch."
"Oh, there." Delaney nodded, "Okay. And what car am I looking for? It better not be my Porsche."
"No. I sold it." Erick said. "You're looking for a green Nissan Almera, though it probably looks black in this light. It has a spoiler on the back."
"No racing stripes?" Delaney asked.
"Shut up." Erick said, pulling out his car key, but not handing it over just yet, "Do not, under any circumstances, change any fucking settings. Do not touch anything besides the wheel and the gear shift or so help me."
"Don't be so neurotic. Your call will be fine." Delaney said, impatiently holding up his hand for the key. Erick sighed, then reluctantly handed it over.
"If you don't show up, I'm calling Lavender." he said.
"I would love that." Delaney said, "I haven't heard from her in ages— Did she change her number?"
"Just fucking go." Erick snapped, before heading off himself so he could make it to the service road in time.
While he walked, Erick texted Fetch to let him know he'd been caught and they had to switch to plan B. Fetch didn't reply, but he could see him pop online, his message got marked as read, and then he went offline again.
Erick bit his lip, hoping he wasn't upset about him messing up and having to do everything himself after all. Not to mention the fact he had no idea how he would react to Delaney, if he ever showed up at all. The road was abandoned and he wondered if he maybe had gotten caught. Or worse...betrayed him.
"You really can't trust anyone in this world." Erick sighed, kicking a rock when he suddenly heard the soft rumble of a familiar engine.
He looked over to a turn in the road and sure enough his car came rolling around the corner. Delaney slowed to a stop as he drove past him, pulling over on the side of the road and cutting the engine, before getting out.
"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" he said, even handing Erick his key back.
The teen still gave him a suspicious look, however, taking his key back and getting behind the wheel. Delaney walked around and got into the passenger's seat.
"What are you doing?" Erick asked.
"...Sitting?" Delaney said, "You said you'd drop me off at my car."
"You can't sit there." Erick said, "That's where Fetch always sits. You don't want him to, like, blindly open the door and sit in your lap, do you?"
"Well that depends on the context—"
"Ew!" Erick interrupted, "Get in the back before I grab my bat from the trunk!"
"Alright, I'm going, I'm going..." Delaney said, getting out and switching to the backseat instead. "You're welcome, by the way."
"Go fuck yourself." Erick said, checking to make sure he really hadn't changed anything...only to find that the mirror was angled differently.
"I told you not to change anything!" he hissed, adjusting the mirror back to its desired position.
"I had to back out and I couldn't see anything!" Delaney said, "It's just the mirror."
"It's my mirror! In my car!" Erick said, still adjusting it, and again, and again, and again.
"You're stressed." Delaney concluded, "Take a deep breath. I can help you relax~"
"Touch me and I'll call Lavender and ask her to break your hands again." Erick said, adjusting the mirror again just so he could glare at Delaney.
"Do you really think she'd take time out of her day to see lil old me?" Delaney asked, though he definitely kept his hands to himself.
"I'll just tell her you tried to kiss me again." Erick said, "And I'll tell Fetch, and miss Thorne, oh and Mr Rana. Maybe if I cry a little he'll send Jonas after you too."
"Okay yikes." Delaney said, "But also hot—"
Erick sighed frustratedly, dropping his head on his steering wheel, to which the car made a soft honk.
"I really don't need that mental image in my head. Fetch and Lavender alone are bad enough."
"WHAT?!"
Erick smirked against the steering wheel as Delaney sputtered more questions, though thankfully he shut up when the passenger door was suddenly yanked open and Fetch dropped himself in his seat, whacking Erick with a familiar green hat.
"Do I have to do everything myself?!" he said, waving the files, "You just had to steal some pieces of paper, but instead I'm approached by one of Tito's undercover guys to let me know that you've been caught and then left with a fucking pervert, and then you text me like nothing happened?!"
"Dominic was one of Mr Rana's?" Erick asked.
"Yeah and he told me he had to hand you off to Delaney?! What happened?"
Erick could only stare sheepishly at him before slowly glancing towards the backseat, to which Fetch finally noticed the extra passenger.
"Hey handsome—"
"ERICK WHAT THE HELL?!"
"Trust me, I'm wondering the same thing." Erick said, but Fetch didn't even hear him as he pulled his gun while Delaney quickly shouted an explanation.
"I-I walked in on them by accident! I freed him as soon as we were out of sight, I swear!"
"Give me one good reason not to blow your fucking brains out right now!" Fetch said.
"U-um....Erick, help—"
"Don't fucking talk to him!"
Erick looked at Delaney's helpless, frightened face and rolled his eyes.
"How would we explain pieces of brain on my backseat to Ethel?" he said.
"Who is Ethel?" Delaney asked.
"Shut up." Fetch and Erick said in chorus.
"Listen." Erick said, "Yeah I got caught. Yeah Delaney of all people helped me escape. And yeah I used his help to get plan B back on track. He held up his end of the deal, so I'm gonna drop him off back by his car and then pretend this entire night never happened— Did you rent this costume or can I burn it?"
"No you can't burn it." Fetch said, "And you really need to stop making friends with people who hurt you."
"Who have I made friends with besides you?" Erick said, before immediately changing his mind, "No. Don't answer that— This isn't friendship, this is just me using him to get our job done and after dropping him off, I still very much never want to see him again."
He started the engine and pulled back onto the road with a U-turn to drive back into town. Fetch kept his fun trained on Delaney, just in case, but he wisely didn't try anything, nor did he say anything stupid.
After about ten minutes of awkwardly silent driving, Erick pulled to a stop behind Delaney's car, leaving the engine running.
"Get out." Fetch said, "And get the fuck out of my city. If I didn't live here you would've been dead already, but I don't shit where I eat."
"Going, I'm going..." Delaney said, getting out. Erick rolled his window down as he walked past.
"Hey um...thanks." he said, "For not being a complete sack of shit this time."
"Don't thank him, he'll try to come back for more." Fetch said, reaching past Erick to close his window again, before Delaney got a chance to reply, "I'll ask Tito to give you a cut if you run him over."
"I think he's just lonely." Erick said, electing to not run him over as he reversed first so he could get around him instead.
"Why do you care?" Fetch said, lighting a cigarette.
"...I'm not sure." Erick said, "Maybe it's that stupid Christmas spirit you tried to get me into."
"Okay fine you can burn the costume, but only if you stop being empathetic for that guy." Fetch said.
"I'd even take it as a Christmas gift." Erick said, "The bells are driving me insane."
"...I never give you Christmas gifts." Fetch said, raising a brow.
"There's a first for everything." Erick shrugged.
"No. We're not making it a thing."
"Aww, what happened to your Christmas spirit, Fetch?"
"Keep that up and I'll put glass in your breakfast!"
Home sweet home…sort of. Fetch was on bedrest, and Lavender stuck around to make sure he did, which meant she was in charge. Erick thought she was enjoying it way too much, so he preferred to just stay out of her way, but he couldn’t just abandon Fetch either, so he just had to put up with her a little longer.
Fortunately she was mostly paying attention to Fetch, and not so much to Erick, even after their initial scuffle and him spending most of the trip home in the trunk.
In fact, even though she took on most of Fetch’s care, Lavender also carried her own weight in other housework, though it helped that they rarely had to cook since Ethel kept bringing up meals.
They’d told her that Fetch had gotten into a car accident, which suited most of his injuries, so she didn’t suspect a thing. Lavender was good at keeping up appearances, playing the caring girlfriend whenever Ethel was over.
“You’re such a sweet girl, Lavender,” she said while having a cup of coffee after bringing up more food, “I wasn’t sure what to think when we first met, but I can see now you’re going to make Chase very happy.”
Erick snorted by the sink as he was catching up on some dishes, unsuccessfully masking it with a cough, but Lavender ignored him, quickly replying to Ethel to keep her distracted.
“It’s the least I can do, really. He makes me very happy too~” she said.
“Pffft!”
“Erick! Did you remember to take out the trash, hun?” Lavender said, before his amusement would blow their cover.
“Ahem… Yeah, I’m getting to that,” Erick said, drying his hands and leaving the dishes to soak while he did the trash.
“Teenagers, huh?” Ethel said, nudging Lavender after the boy had gone outside.
“He’s not that bad,” Lavender said, “but he has his moments.” She finished her coffee and got up to finish the dishes for him.
“When teenagers rebel they’re either bored or overwhelmed,” Ethel said, finishing her own coffee, “either way you can send him down to me and I’ll give him something to do to help calm down.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Lavender said, rolling her eyes a bit while she had her back turned.
As if she couldn’t handle a teenager.
“Well, I best get going and leave you two lovebirds be,” Ethel said with a chuckle, getting up as well, “no need to walk me out, I know my way around.”
“Sure, be careful on the stairs,” Lavender said.
“Thank you, dear,” Ethel said, before pausing by the bedroom door, “how’s the soup, dear?”
“Amazing, I feel better already,” Fetch replied obligatorily.
“Good, make sure to get some rest in, and I’ll see you tomorrow,” Ethel said, “I’ll make you some of that beef stew you like.”
“I’m gonna put on weight at this rate,” Fetch said, but his landlady just chuckled before heading back to her own apartment, passing Erick as he was on his way back in. As he entered the kitchen again, Lavender ambushed him with a whack on the back of his head.
“Ow! Hey!”
“You gotta be more careful, dumbass,” Lavender said.
“I’m sorry, it was just really funny,” Erick said, “I’ve heard nothing but cursing from Fetch’s part.”
“That’s because he doesn’t know how to be grateful,” Lavender said, “here, give him some coffee, you’ll see.”
She poured the last bit into Fetch’s favourite mug and handed it to Erick, though she pulled him back before he could walk off, searching his pockets and pulling out a small pack of cigarettes.
“Where do you keep getting these? I thought we agreed no smoking until he stops coughing,” she said, tossing the pack in the drawer with earlier confiscated contraband.
“He said he’d kill me,” Erick said.
“Just poke him in the ribs, stop being such a wuss,” Lavender said, giving him another whack.
“Ow! Stop that!”
“Don’t sass me, sass him!”
However, Erick decided to take it easy around Fetch, feeling like he deserved a break from Lavender’s antics, though he was in a particularly foul mood regardless without his cigarettes, so Erick decided to just try and avoid him until he was allowed to smoke again.
Lavender didn’t seem to mind as she drew plenty of entertainment from tormenting Fetch while he was weak, though she still made sure he took his antibiotics and got plenty of rest. She was partially responsible for his foul mood, since he never knew what kind of treatment he would get whenever she walked into his room.
Today (three days after arriving home), however, seemed to bring him actual rest, since Lavender had gone out to the store and Erick was…actually Fetch had no idea what the teen was up to, but he was quiet so he could nap in peace.
When Lavender returned, she found Erick staring at his phone while sitting at the kitchen table. Though it was typical teenage behaviour, she knew he happened to be one of the rare ones who wasn’t addicted to his screen, so it was a bit unusual for him. She caught a glimpse of his screen and realised he was staring at a picture of a girl.
“Oh, she’s cute.”
Erick jumped a bit, quickly turning his phone off and putting it screen-down on the table. Lavender smirked at his reaction.
“Oh man, she must be really cute, huh~?” she said, “who is she? Is she why you were so opposed to the idea of Jaime being your girlfriend? Are you secretly a lil player?”
“Oh my god shut up, we just met!” Erick said.
“Then why do you have a picture of her~?”
“She gave me her number and took a selfie for the contact picture,” Erick said, “she works for Mr Rana on the housekeeping staff.”
“When did she give you her number?” Lavender asked.
“The morning we left?”
“Did you text or call her yet?”
“No— Why do you care?”
“My dude,” Lavender said, grabbing his shoulders, “a cute girl gave you her number and a picture and you didn’t text her back the very same day?”
“It’s not that big a deal?” Erick said.
Lavender shook him.
“How dense can you be? She’s clearly into you!”
“We only met twice?”
“It’s called a crush!”
“Stop shaking me!”
“Then stop being a dumbass!”
She finally let go of him, but only to pick up his phone and hand it to him.
“Text her,” she said.
“I-I was going to…yesterday,” Erick said, “but I don’t know what to say…I thought it would be nice to have someone normal to talk to, but I have nothing normal to talk about.”
“It’s okay to tell her you’re not sure what to talk about,” Lavender said, “it’s better than radio silence.”
“...won’t she think I’m awkward?”
“Trust me, she’s worried about the exact same thing,” Lavender said, “go brighten her day and text her.”
“Alright, alright— Stop looking at my screen,” Erick said, selecting Lucy’s number to text her.
Lavender smirked teasingly, but she had other plans today, grabbing the bag she just brought in and heading into the bathroom to prepare a couple things, before checking on Fetch.
He woke up as she walked in, carrying a toilet bag and a bowl of hot water, as well as a towel over her shoulder. Nothing too suspicious, save for the shit-eating grin on her face.
“Oh fuck, now what?” Fetch said, trying to sit up.
“Stay down,” Lavender said, “don’t you trust me~?”
“Not with that look on your face.”
“Oh don’t be so dramatic,” Lavender said, putting the items on the nightstand and grabbing the towel, lifting his head to put it over his pillow, before moving to sit over him.
“What the fuck are you up to now, Rhodes?” Fetch growled.
“You need a shave,” Lavender said.
Fetch reached up to scratch the rough stubble that had grown out on his face.
“I thought you said you liked the look?”
“I was talking about the blood,” Lavender said, brushing the freshly healed cut under his eye, “how’d that happen anyway?”
“I don’t fucking know, I think when that moron tried to cut tape from my face with a blunt pocket knife.”
“I know exactly which one you mean,” Lavender said, “but don’t worry, you know knives are my forte~ Hold still now, if you don’t want me to cut you.”
She put a hand under his chin, tilting his head back, while with her other hand she pulled a razor from the toilet bag. Except it wasn’t Fetch’s usual razor, but a vintage razor with a wooden handle. The blade glinted in the light as she flicked it open.
“Hold up,” Fetch said, but Lavender pushed his head back in position.
“I said hold still,” she said.
He growled a bit, but held still. After all, she put the knife away again, and instead grabbed a smaller towel that had been soaking in the hot water. She squeezed most of the water out, before wrapping it around his face, keeping his nose clear.
“Old-fashioned…” he mumbled from underneath the towel.
“Hush, just let it happen,” Lavender said, patting the top of his head before letting him soak underneath the towel for a good few minutes. Then she grabbed the shaving cream, spreading it over his stubble after removing the towel, before using it to wipe her hands. Then she picked up the razor again.
“Hold still~” she reminded him, before beginning to rake the razor sharp blade over his face and throat. Dangerously close to his artery, yet not a single cut.
Actually, he was surprised she knew any of this at all, but he couldn’t ask where she had learned, certain she would cut him if he moved. There was something relaxing about it, yet he couldn’t relax, knowing very well she was capable and possibly willing to cut him whenever. But then, just like that there was a soft clunk as she put the razor on the nightstand, soaking the towel in the now lukewarm water and using it to clean him up.
“Oh, missed a spot,” she said, picking the razor back up.
“It happens.”
“Shut.”
She scraped off the last couple of hairs, before suddenly nicking his skin.
“Hey— I knew it!”
“You like it,” Lavender said, holding up the knife so he could see his own blood, “don’t lie, Chase~”
“Damn you…”
She brushed her thumb over the fresh cut, smearing the blood over his cheek and pushed it towards his mouth so he could have a taste.
“Rhodes…” he growled.
“Yes, Chase~?”
She stopped, smirking expectantly at him. Fetch glared back, knowing what she wanted.
“Lavender…”
She chuckled. She had him right where she wanted him. She grabbed a hold of his jaw and pressed a kiss on his lips. He kissed back, reaching up to touch her face, but she pulled away already as she sat up.
“There, that’s a much better look on you,” she said.
Fetch blinked.
“That’s all?” he asked.
“Rest and recovery, remember?” Lavender said, getting off of him and beginning to clean up.
“Oh come on! You’re really gonna leave me hanging?” Fetch said, sitting up a bit, with some effort.
“No rush,” Lavender said, “you’re gonna see plenty of me while you still owe me money~”
“For fuck’s sake…at least let me have a smoke instead.”
“Oh you poor thing, you’re bleeding,” she said, “Lavender, do you have any first-aid supplies in your car?”
“L-Lavender?” Jaime repeated.
“Well, my name ain’t Maria,” Lavender confessed, “but I figured you already knew.”
“Yeah, duh,” Jaime said, “just didn’t expect your real name to be so cute.”
“Call me cute again and you can walk home,” Lavender said, “come on. Can you walk?”
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lavender cute?? not clickbait.
this chapter's great because Girls :] ill put the flat color version under the cut so you can see more girl per girl. you can read the full chapter by max HERE: Our Move Part 10
this is an AU combining Weeks by yours truly with Villain's View by @whumpsmith. It takes place after the events of Your Move and My Move.
FIRST: Your Move Intro-
story/drawing here
PREVIOUS: Our Move Part 9-
story here
drawing here
NEXT: Our Move Part 11-
story here
drawing incoming!
The next morning Erick woke up to the sound of soft knocking, before someone called ‘breakfast’ through the door. He vaguely recognised the voice, but he couldn’t immediately place it. Someone from the staff?
The door opened.
“Oh, oops, did I wake you up?”
Erick sat up, rubbing his eyes as he finally put a name with the voice.
“Lucy,” he said, before yawning, “Mr Rana put you on maid duty again?”
“Yeah he said something about a familiar face,” Lucy said, placing a tray of breakfast on the bedside table before going over to the window and opening the curtains. The bright sunlight hurt his eyes a bit, but he tried his best to get used to it.
“What time is it?” he asked.
“Ten AM,” Lucy said, “I know you got in late, but Mr Rana wants to see you at eleven.”
“Oh yeah, the job thing,” Erick said, yawning again before seeing what he had for breakfast.
“How was the job?” Lucy asked, “you don’t have to tell me the details if you don’t want to…”
“Honestly?” Erick slowly said, “it was therapeutic, in a way.”
“That’s nice,” Lucy said, “still not a tea drinker?”
“Go ahead,” Erick said.
Lucy smiled, plopping down on the edge of his bed and taking his tea while Erick went for the coffee on the tray.
“So will you be around more often for jobs?” she asked.
“Not for a while,” Erick said, “my uncle will need to recover first.”
“And he can’t recover here?” Lucy asked.
“He wouldn’t want to overstay his welcome,” Erick said, “and he’ll recover better at home. It’s close to the beach, and he likes the beach.”
“Ah yeah, I can imagine,” Lucy said, “it’s too bad though, I miss talking to people my age.”
“I know how that feels,” Erick said.
“Do you wanna exchange phone numbers?” Lucy said, “we can talk more often that way~”
“Um…sure?”
“I’ll just put my number in your phone and you can text me whenever~”
Before he could stop her, Lucy had grabbed his phone and tried to unlock it.
“Fingerprint, please~” she said.
Erick found it very difficult to say no to her, so he unlocked his phone for her so she could save her number in his contacts, before she took a selfie for his contact pictures.
“There, just text me whenever,” she said, handing his phone back.
“Ah, sure,” Erick said, sipping his coffee.
“I should get back to work now,” Lucy said, finishing her tea, “ring if you need anything and don’t forget to see Mr Rana in his office at eleven.”
“I’ll be there, thanks Lucy.”
She smiled, taking the teacup along as she left. Erick was going to miss her. Talking to her felt so normal…
But he had other priorities. After finishing his breakfast, he got dressed and freshened up a bit before going to check on Fetch. When he found his way back to his room, Lavender and Jaime were already there. The door was open, but he still knocked before walking in.
“Morning,” he said, “how’s it going?”
“I’m being betrayed by my own damn daughter,” Fetch grumbled.
“We’re not letting him smoke,” Lavender translated.
“Erick, be a good kid and get me a cigarette,” Fetch said.
“Don’t you dare, Erick!” Lavender said.
“Um…why?” Erick asked.
“He might have a lung infection or something, so we don’t think smoking is very smart right now,” Jaime said, “anyway, like I was saying, your friend offered me a ride home and insisted we talk this out later, so this conversation isn’t over yet.”
“I’m very sorry,” Fetch said, “I just wanted to keep you safe.”
“By lying,” Jaime pointed out.
“Baby—”
“I’m seventeen, dad!” Jaime snapped a little, “just… I can handle the truth, even if it’s ugly. But I need time.”
“I understand,” Fetch said, “I’ll call you when I’ve recovered?”
“I’ll text you when it’s safe,” Jaime said, before walking over and kissing his forehead, “get well soon, okay?”
“I’ll try,” Fetch grumbled.
Jaime squeezed his hand before turning to Lavender and Erick.
“Thank you both so much for everything,” she said.
“Sorry you missed your gallery exhibit,” Erick said.
“Eh, there’ll be more,” Jaime said, “you better show up for the next one though.”
“I’ll try,” Erick promised, before receiving a hug.
“Hey, aren’t you forgetting someone?” Lavender said.
“Of course not!” Jaime said, hugging her next, “thanks so much for saving me! Can you give Keira my best?”
“I’ll let her know,” Lavender said, “and don’t forget to call if you need anything.”
“Don’t call her, you don’t need a record!” Fetch said.
“Don’t listen to your dad, the sedative is making him say all sorts of crazy stuff~”
“Rhodes! Erick, do something!”
“Oh, look at the time, I better get going, I have to see Mr Rana at eleven,” Erick said, making for the door before anyone could stop him.
“Erick! You little— Cough!”
“You really shouldn’t yell at him that much,” Jaime said while her father was having another coughing fit.
“Oh you poor thing, why don’t I get you some water?” Lavender said, menacingly.
Jaime took that as her cue to leave as well.
Meanwhile Erick climbed all the stairs to Tito’s office, only actually checking the time when he made it up. Five minutes early…was that too early? He glanced over at the chandelier. It was flawless…at least from this angle.
“Mr Rana is in if you need him,” the guard outside the door said, recognising the teen.
“Ah, thanks,” Erick said, “I had an appointment at eleven, but there’s no harm in being early, is there?”
“Not when he’s alone,” the guard assured him.
Erick thanked him, before knocking on the door, waiting for Tito’s answer before walking in. Unfortunately Jonas was there too, but Erick tried not to let it bother him as he waited for an invitation to sit down.
“Come sit down, don’t be shy,” Tito said, “how was your night? Did you sleep okay?”
“It was okay, thanks,” Erick said, “what did you want to see me about?”
“Why, your payment of course,” Tito said, “minus some expenses and a fair cut for miss Rhodes, but on top of that the profits for the vehicle you procured, and a tip because I like round numbers…you’ve earned a grand total of thirty grand. Not bad for someone your age. I’m sure Fetch will be proud.”
“Th-thirty?” Erick repeated.
“The Porsche you stole was in near mint condition,” Tito said, “Dirk was convinced he could sell it well and paid the current highest second-hand price for it, which is roughly twenty-eight grand, minus Jonas’ ten percent cut…I’m sure you could explain the maths behind it better than I can, here’s the receipt of all earnings and expenses.”
He handed Erick a printed excel sheet. The teen just blinked as he looked over the numbers, still a bit stunned. With all the expenses and earnings, his total had been a little over twenty-eight grand, but Tito added an almost two grand tip just to raise the total to thirty.
This explained why Fetch never declined a job from Tito.
“Since it’s a larger amount than we all anticipated, how about I send a courier to have the total amount shipped to you and Fetch in San Diego in cash?” Tito offered.
“Um…y-yeah, that would be better, I think,” Erick said, “sorry I just…can’t really believe it.”
“Well, it’s an exceptional achievement for a rookie,” Tito said, “like I said, Fetch will be proud.”
“Thank you, sir,” Erick said, “um…was that all? Jaime said she’d be leaving, so I wanted to wave her off.”
“Yes, one of our best men is personally escorting her home,” Tito said, “and I understood miss Rhodes was planning to get you and Fetch home today as well?”
“She is?”
“Yes, now lastly, if you’d be so kind as to leave your car keys here, then I’ll send someone to retrieve your car from…Oregon, was it?”
“The address I sent him to to find Rhodes, yes,” Jonas confirmed.
“Oh yeah, she helped me hide it,” Erick said, pulling the key from his pocket and placing it on Tito’s desk, “how much is this going to cost me?”
“Consider it a favour,” Tito said with a laugh, “one you can return when you’re old enough for the real work— If you’re interested, that is.”
“I’ll consider it,” Erick said.
“Good answer,” Tito said with a wink, before dismissing him so he could catch Jaime in time to wave her off.
After that, Erick went back to Fetch’s room to let him know that Jaime had left, and after that it was time to get ready for their trip to San Diego.
“So how’d your talk with the big man go?” Lavender asked, helping Fetch get back into the car while leaving Erick with all the luggage.
“Oh he just wanted to pay me,” Erick said.
“Pay you?!” Fetch said.
“Take it easy you,” Lavender said, “your friend Tito hired Erick to rescue your ass.”
“He said he gave you a cut as well,” Erick said, putting their bags in the trunk.
“Yeah,” Lavender said, “you can have it if you want though, since Fetch is gonna pay me too~”
“Oh I’m good,” Erick said, “I got extra for the car.”
“Yeah he offered me a cut too, but I said you could have it. It was your idea to steal it after all. Delaney’s face was priceless!” Lavender said with a laugh, “so, how much did you earn on your first real job~?”
“I don’t like this conversation,” Fetch said, but they ignored him.
“Thirty grand.”
“THIRTY?!” Fetch and Lavender yelled in chorus.
Fetch began coughing again, cursing Tito while Lavender went after Erick.
“I changed my mind, I want half!” she said.
“B-but you said—”
“Forget what I said! You wouldn’t even have been able to get that car if I didn’t beat up Delaney for you!”
She finally grabbed a hold of him, grabbing him by the shirt and shaking him.
“You’re just a kid! What do you even need that much money for anyway?”
“I-I’d give you a cut, b-but since it’s such a big amount Mr Rana was going to have it delivered so I don’t have it yet!” Erick quickly said.
“I said I want half and that’s me being gracious!”
“C-could you stop shaking me? I thought I was driving first!”
“Then behave, Delaney. Last chance,” Lavender said.
“You do the talking, dear, I’ll make sure he behaves,” Thorne said, pulling out — rather fittingly — a butterfly knife, flicking it open in the blink of an eye and pressing it against Delaney’s throat.
“Oh my goodness,” he said breathlessly.
Lavender almost admitted to herself that she shared that thought with him, but now was not the time.
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spoiler alert! we're all in love with ms keira thorne LOL
you can read the full chapter by max HERE: Our Move Part 9
this is an AU combining Weeks by yours truly with Villain's View by @whumpsmith. It takes place after the events of Your Move and My Move.
FIRST: Your Move Intro-story/drawing here
PREVIOUS: Our Move Part 8-
story here
drawing here
NEXT: Our Move Part 10-
story here
drawing incoming!
After Lavender patched up the worst of Fetch’s injuries, they helped him back to his feet and out to the car. Erick noticed Fetch was putting a lot of weight on Lavender, even though he insisted he was fine, but he didn’t want to worry Jaime, so he kept quiet.
“Should I drive the first bit?” he offered.
“Nah, I got it,” Lavender said.
Erick rolled his eyes. They were both so stubborn. He walked past them, opening the back door, but Fetch refused to ride in the back, so Lavender dragged him over to the passenger’s seat instead.
“Damn Rhodes, you got hit or something?” Fetch said, noticing the dent in the back door on that side.
“Actually that’s Jaime’s handiwork,” Lavender said, “don’t worry about it, I’ll add repairs to your bill.”
“Jesus fuck just kill me already…”
“I will keep you alive until you’ve paid,” Lavender said, helping him sit down in the passenger’s seat.
“At least give me a smoke, it’s been days.”
“You’re coughing like a lung patient, I’m not gonna let you pump more toxins in there until we know what’s up,” Lavender said.
“I’m fine,” Fetch said, “Erick, give me.”
“Don’t listen to him,” Jaime said, “Lavender is right.”
Erick just shrugged at Fetch, wisely staying quiet.
“Coward,” Fetch grumbled.
“We need to stop for gas anyway, I’ll get you a coffee on the house,” Lavender said.
“Your generosity knows no bounds,” Fetch said sarcastically.
“Just try and rest a bit you big whiny baby,” Lavender said, helping him with his seatbelt before getting behind the wheel and driving off as soon as the teens were settled in the back as well.
Before she even really made it to the gas station, all her passengers were already knocked out and asleep. The quiet was nice, she could keep an eye on Fetch’s breathing. She wasn’t an expert or anything, but it didn’t sound a hundred percent right, and frankly, she was worried he was in worse shape than he’d let on. She didn’t share her concerns with the teens, however, instead she just occasionally prodded Fetch awake to make sure he was still alive.
Only stopping to switch drivers, use restrooms or wolf down food, they made it to Tito’s estate a couple hours after nightfall the next day. Erick was trying to catch up on sleep during the last stretch, but Jaime shook him awake.
“So who’s this guy we’re seeing?” she asked.
“Friend of your dad’s,” Erick said, “or more like…a repeat client with benefits?”
“What kind of benefits?” Jaime asked.
“...more jobs? I dunno,” Erick said, “they make me wait outside while they talk so I’m not exactly sure how or what…he’s loaded though.”
“How loaded?”
“Perfect lawn in the middle of the desert loaded,” Erick said.
Erick sighed. That meant no sleep for now. He sat up a bit more as Lavender pulled up outside the gate, half-hanging out the window as she talked into the intercom.
“I don’t care what time it is! I don’t have an appointment but I’m expected, so open the damn gate!”
“Don’t yell woman,” Fetch grumbled, waking up as well.
“Sometimes yelling is the only way to get people to listen,” Lavender said.
And sure enough, the gate was opened and she could drive towards the front door. Jaime rolled down her window and looked outside to take in the size of the estate.
“Yo what the fuck,” Jaime said, “I think I’ve chosen the wrong career man…”
“This is the wrong career,” Erick said, but she ignored him, distracted by guards as they opened the car door for her after Lavender pulled to a stop by the main entrance.
“What the fuck,” she said under her breath.
“Just stay close to me,” Erick advised, especially as the front doors opened and Jonas stepped outside.
“Well, well, isn’t this a surprise?” he said, looking down on them.
“Don’t just stand there like a bag of dicks and give me a hand,” Lavender said, having gotten out as well and trying to help Fetch out as well.
“Crude as always,” Jonas sighed, “bring the stretcher.”
“I don’t need a stretcher,” Fetch grumbled.
Lavender rolled her eyes and jabbed him in the ribs again, causing him to collapse.
“Daddy!” Jaime gasped, trying to help him, but Lavender stopped her.
“Haven’t you heard? He’s doing just fine,” she said.
“You bitch…” Fetch groaned.
Jaime pulled herself out of Lavender’s grip and helped him sit up, before two of Tito’s guards came and helped him to his feet, since he refused the stretcher.
“Follow me,” Jonas said, “I’ll show you to our physician.”
“Cough! Hold up…” Fetch said as the two guards began dragging him inside, “Rhodes, don’t leave me alone with that son of a bitch.”
“It’s just Jonas, you can take him,” Lavender said.
“He’s injured, though,” Erick said.
Lavender rolled her eyes.
“Alright, alright, I’m going,” she said, “you two don’t make a mess or whatever.”
She gave the teens a warning look, before following Fetch and Jonas inside. The doors were left open for them, two guards just…waiting for them to make a move.
“What do we do now?” Jaime asked.
“Wait, I guess,” Erick said with a shrug, “you hungry? There’s usually always someone in the kitchen.”
“God yeah, I’m starving,” Jaime said, “they let you into the kitchen?”
“You learn to get along with the staff if you’re always locked outside from the talks,” Erick said, before showing her inside.
Meanwhile Fetch was taken to one of the guest suites, a doctor already waiting for him. There was no nursing staff, so he needed the others’ help to get the man in the right position, however unwilling he was.
“Can you stop fucking manhandling me— Hands off!” he growled.
“Stop being such a big baby,” Lavender said, before turning to the doctor, “his breathing is weird, he said something about drowning, and he cracked a couple ribs.”
“Okay, let’s start with the lungs then, remove your shirt, please,” the doctor said, seeming unfazed by the whole situation.
“Drowning, huh?” Jonas said, “how’d they manage that? Weighed down in a body of water? Forced under in a bathtub?”
“An— Cough! An amateurish approach to waterboarding,” Fetch said, taking off his shirt and throwing it at Jonas, “get out of here.”
“I’m just trying to get a mental picture of your hardships,” Jonas said, tossing the shirt aside, “I’m under strict orders not to harm you but a man can dream.”
“Keep dreaming,” Fetch grumbled, while the doctor managed to get him to sit still long enough to listen to his lungs.
Jonas smirked, before joining Lavender by the doorway.
“It’s quite a lot of bruising,” he said quietly.
“He was at a disadvantage,” Lavender said, “it’s easy to throw a punch when someone’s tied up.”
“I prefer people at a disadvantage,” Jonas said.
“I prefer to put someone at a disadvantage, not to have it done for me,” Lavender said.
“You seem jealous,” Jonas said, smirking a bit, “would you have preferred to do it yourself?”
“Mind your own business,” Lavender said, giving him a push.
“You know I’m right.”
“So what if you are? Go do something useful,” Lavender said.
“I’ll notify Mr Rana that you’re here,” Jonas said, still smirking as he walked off.
Lavender rolled her eyes, walking back over to Fetch since he seemed to have settled a bit.
“How’s he doing, doc?”
“I have to work with limited resources, but as far as I can tell he’s got no life-threatening injuries,” the doctor replied, “the coughing is probably an infection from inhaling water, and it’ll be hard to clear while he can’t cough properly with cracked ribs, so the best I can do is prescribe some antibiotics and pain relieve…I gave him something strong now because he was kicking up such a fuss.”
“Heh, that’s what you get,” Lavender said, ruffling Fetch’s hair.
“Fuck off, Rhodes…”
“Now, that’s no way to talk to your partner,” the doctor said, beginning to clean up his supplies.
“Partner in crime,” Fetch grumbled.
“Don’t be so silly, Chase~” Lavender said, gripping his hair to keep him still as he shot her a look, she smirked at him, before smiling innocently at the doctor, “so, what do you recommend? Bed rest?”
“For starters, yeah,” the doctor said, “rest improves recovery, and until his ribs heal he’ll need to limit movement.”
“Got it,” Lavender said, “I’ll see to it personally that he recovers well~”
“Hold up, doc, you can’t leave me with her!”
“Is talking nonsense a side effect from the sedation?” Lavender asked, patting his cheek.
“Sometimes, yeah,” the doctor said, “did you have any other questions, miss?”
“His meds?”
“Twice a day until the bottle is empty, and the painkillers strictly when necessary,” the doctor said, handing her two pill bottles.
Fetch groaned. This was going to be a slow recovery.
“You’re going to be the death of me, woman…”
“And you’ll love it,” Lavender said, pinching his cheek as the doctor left.
Fetch pushed her hand away, to which she just pinched his other cheek with her other hand. He tried to stop her, but the sudden movement only caused more pain, so he cursed her and stopped.
Meanwhile, being alerted by Jonas, Tito came to check on Fetch as well, having rushed over so fast he was still wearing his pyjamas.
“Has the doctor left already?” he asked as he walked in.
“Yeah you just missed him,” Lavender said.
“I’ll take that as a good sign,” Tito said with a relieved sigh, “you had us worried, Fetch.”
“You know I won’t die as easily,” Fetch said.
“Of course you won’t,” Tito said, “still, I’m glad to see you. What did the doctor prescribe, miss Rhodes?”
“Rest and some pills,” Lavender answered.
“I see,” Tito said, “well, let’s start with the rest then. It’s quite late and you look about ready to pass out.”
“It’s the sedative,” Fetch said.
“Sure, sure, big guy,” Lavender said, pocketing the pills, “you go rest up, I’ll see you in the morning for your medication~”
“Curse you…”
Lavender just chuckled in reply, before heading out of the room with Tito, closing the door behind her.
“You must be pretty tired yourself,” Tito said, “I’ll ask housekeeping to prepare a room for you too. And Jonas mentioned you had Erick and Jaime with you?”
“Yeah, I…have no idea where they ran off to,” Lavender said.
“The kitchen I heard,” Tito said, “perhaps you’d like a late meal too? A midnight snack?”
“Yeah I could go for a bite,” Lavender said, “been living off of cheetos and gatorade a bit too much.”
“Oh dear. To the kitchen it is.”
He showed her to the kitchen, where they indeed found the teens seated at the large table meant for more informal meals. A young man from housekeeping had helped them to some sandwiches and a pot of tea. Erick hadn’t touched his, and Jaime hadn’t gotten far either, both of them getting up when Tito entered with Lavender in tow.
“How is he?” Jaime asked anxiously.
“He’ll be alright with some rest,” Lavender said, “we’ll stay here for the night and then it’s time to head home. That means back to Kansas for you. It’s better if you’re not seen here.”
“But my dad—”
“You can say goodbye to him come morning,” Tito said, “but I’m afraid miss Rhodes is right. This is no place for you. Your father kept the truth from you for a reason. However, when he’s more recovered I’ll strongly suggest for him to have a proper talk with you.”
“Yeah he fucking better,” Jaime said.
Erick winced a bit at her language…in front of Tito… But fortunately he was a patient and understanding man, offering the girl a sympathetic smile instead.
“I know it probably doesn’t mean a lot coming from me,” he said, “but you ought to allow yourself a bit more time to process all this before going through the details of it and how much you actually want to know…”
“...I wanna know what you did to afford a place like this.”
“J-Jaime, you can’t just ask that!” Erick hissed.
“It’s quite alright, Erick,” Tito said, “I was born into fortune and invested my share into distributing drugs. Nowadays I do much more than just that, but that’s the simplified version.”
“How’d you meet my dad?” Jaime asked.
“Oh I believe we approached him about sneaking us some organs while he was still a practising physician…he declined at first, until his marriage fell apart. I can’t say I know the details, but something pushed him to return a call and take on a job. Things just took off from there, really.”
“So basically you dragged him into this world?” Jaime asked.
“Ethics aside it’s not all bad, dear,” Tito said, “I provide people with jobs, and through laundering and paying my taxes the economy keeps rolling too. You may be too young to remember, but your father was slipping into a very dark place before we even first approached him. I dare say he’s doing much better now.”
“Kidnapping people?!” Jaime said, “for a living! It’s fucking crazy!”
“I’m very sorry, sir, she still needs to process,” Erick said.
“I completely understand, dear boy,” Tito said, “like I said, Jaime, allow yourself some time and then have a good talk about this with your father. Like miss Rhodes said, you can stay the night here. I’ll instruct the staff to get you whatever you ask for, starting with a freshly made bed. How’s that sound?”
“Thanks, Tito,” Lavender said, before Jaime could try to make a scene, “you got any beer in this place?”
“Mostly European brands I’m afraid.”
“Eh, I’m not picky,” Lavender said with a shrug.
“Well, help yourself to anything in the fridge,” Tito said, “I’ll talk to the staff and then catch a couple more winks of sleep. Do have a good night later.”
“Night,” Lavender said, already pulling open the fridge.
“Good night, Mr Rana,” Erick said politely, while Jaime stayed quiet and sat back down to continue eating her sandwich.
She looked up. A man was standing at her table. He was wearing a button-up with a loose tie, his greying hair swept to the side. He had a badge and a gun on his belt.
“Did I do something wrong?” Jaime asked.
“Oh no, not at all,” the man said, “I’m detective Adams. I uh… need to talk to you about your father.”
“Is he okay?” Jaime asked.
“I just have a couple questions,” Adams said, “would you come with me?”
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a good reminder to never ever talk to cops ever ever ever, even if your dad isnt involved in organ harvesting and such.
a rare damsel! i almost never draw ladies tied up. i love jaime shes badass
you can read the full chapter by max HERE: Our Move Part 8
this is an AU combining Weeks by yours truly with Villain's View by @whumpsmith. It takes place after the events of Your Move and My Move.
FIRST: Your Move Intro-story/drawing here
PREVIOUS: Our Move Part 7-
story here
drawing here
NEXT: Our Move Part 9-
story here
drawing incoming!
i liked the versions with less shading so here, have some bonus alts!
Hilarious how 2 of the Om chapters were marked "potentially mature" WHILE THEY WERE STILL IN QUEUE while both are literally some of the more tame passages, like genuinely where is the fucking line here?
As Lavender drove off to find Fetch, Erick handcuffed Moreno to Davidson’s corpse, making sure either of them didn’t have any other weapons they could use. Then he ran a couple rounds around Lavender’s car, chasing after Delaney as he tried to convince him not to club him down— Until Jaime tripped him and Erick finally caught up, getting a good couple hits in, aiming for his legs so he couldn’t run off anywhere after they left.
“We’re really just going to abandon them here?” Jaime asked.
“Trust me, they deserve worse,” Erick said.
“You’ll pay for this, blondie!” Moreno cried.
“Good luck figuring that out from jail,” Erick said, “if you survive the coyotes.”
“B-but if you leave me here that’s basically murder!” Moreno cried.
“You shot a guy and then tried to kill Lavender!” Jaime said, “don’t be such a fucking baby.”
“Let him cry,” Erick said with a shrug, “we’ll get back on the road after I do this one last thing, okay?”
“Can I drive?”
“No.”
“Come ooon!”
Erick shook his head, instead searching Delaney’s pockets and pulling out his phone.
“H-hey, what are you doing with that?” Delaney asked nervously.
“What’s your backup pattern?” Erick asked, knowing he couldn’t use his fingerprint scan.
“I’m not letting you in my phone!” Delaney said.
Erick just put a foot on his very bruised knee, putting at least half his weight on it. Delaney cried out in pain.
“Alright, alright!” he quickly said, “start in the top left corner, then go one to the right, diagonally down, then diagonally back to the bottom row, one to the left and one up…it looks like a D.”
“Yeah, I figured,” Erick said, opening his camera roll and scrolling past a million selfies before finding a couple of pictures from six months ago.
There were more than he anticipated, so he shuddered a bit before beginning to select them all and deleting them. Delaney narrowed his eyes a bit, realising what he was doing.
“I can get them back,” he said.
“Not if you wind up in jail,” Erick said, “just can’t risk them finding out I’m alive.”
He deleted the last bit of evidence, before tossing his phone back at him. Delaney scoffed.
“Check Moreno’s phone,” he said, “Mateo sold some of them as limited edition.”
“Delaney!” Moreno shouted, “you backstabbing piece of shit!”
“You betrayed me first!” Delaney said.
“Shut up!” Erick said, starting to get annoyed, especially after Delaney’s revelation.
They’d already taken Moreno’s phone and radio so he couldn’t call for help. He found the phone, but it was protected by a password.
“What’s the password?” Erick asked.
“I’m not going to tell you,” Moreno said.
“Do you want another taser on your dick?” Jaime threatened.
“Nonononono!”
“Then give me the fucking password,” Erick said, “Jaime, grab the taser.”
“Wait! Wait!” Moreno quickly said, “Harlington sixty-nine, capital letter H, the sixty-nine in numbers.”
“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Erick said, unlocking the phone and checking his saved pictures.
Fortunately he was smart enough to hide his nasty pictures in a protected folder, and he didn’t have too many on his phone.
“I’m never touching yoghurt again,” Erick sighed, deleting the few pictures he found of himself.
“Are you okay?” Jaime asked.
“I’ll live,” Erick said, closing the apps and tossing the phone outside of Moreno’s reach again, “let’s get out of here before something is attracted to all that blood.”
“Are they gonna be okay?” Jaime asked.
“Not our problem,” Erick said, “come on.”
He got into Lavender’s car, leaving the bat in the backseat. After some hesitation, Jaime followed him, getting into the passenger’s seat so Erick could drive off, finding the nearest rest stop where they could wait for Lavender’s message.
Speaking of... Lavender pulled up in front of the cabin that the navigation had led her to, using the hem of her shirt to wipe off the touchscreen and steering wheel, just in case. She grabbed the keys from the contact, hoping one of the others would fit the cabin door as she walked up to it.
It took two tries to find the right one, unlocking the door and pushing it open. The place was deadly silent, save for a soft beeping from a keypad on the wall.
Shit.
An alarm.
She quickly took a look at it, finding three keys that were somewhat faded. The two, the three and the zero. Right below there was a picture of Davidson, his wife, and two kids.
Too easy.
She punched in 2-0-0-3, and the alarm shut itself off. The birth year of his oldest probably. Whatever, it bought her some time. She closed the front door, looking around for any signs of life.
“Fetch!” she called out, listening for a response, but she heard nothing. Welp, time to open every door she found. Surely he was still alive? Moreno had said too much. He mentioned he was going to kill Fetch after her, so that meant he was still alive…wherever he was.
“Now’s really not the time to be sneaky, Fetcher!” she called out, opening the next door and stepping into the kitchen.
Still nothing— Oh wait, another door. She yanked it open, finding a staircase leading down into a dark basement.
“Ah, bingo.”
She looked around for a light switch, flipping it before heading downstairs. When she was about halfway down, she could already see him, kneeling in the dim light.
He was blindfolded, and his elbows were tied to an oar that was stuck behind the posts of a shelf, forcing him to stay upright, so she couldn’t actually tell whether he was conscious until she reached the bottom of the stairs and he finally seemed to react, coughing into the knotted cleave gag that was wedged tightly between his teeth. It seemed to be spotted with blood, but that could’ve come from the cut on his cheek that had bled out over half his face by now.
“I gotta say, it’s not a bad look on you,” Lavender said, reaching over to pull down his blindfold, but as soon as her hand brushed past his face, he jerked his head away and began yelling into the gag, the shelf rattling as he fought against his restraints.
“Dude, chill!” Lavender said, when she noticed he was wearing ear plugs, “oh great— Okay hold still, Fetch.”
She tried to take his blindfold off again, but he kept pulling his head away, yelling at her through the gag. She tried to hold his head still by grabbing his hair, but of course he was a damn fighter.
“Fetch— God dammit— Chase!”
She grabbed his jaw with her other hand, managing to hold him still long enough to plant a kiss on…mostly his upper lip. Either way it did the trick. He abruptly stopped fighting, and she was able to pull the blindfold off. Then she let go of his hair and removed the ear plugs.
“Morning,” she said, while Fetch squeezed his eyes shut against the sudden light. He responded with a groan, to which she pulled out her knife and cut through the gag before pulling it out. He coughed, spitting out some blood.
“Rhodes…”
“Don’t talk,” Lavender said, beginning to work on the ropes around his elbows, “I see you’re trying a new look.” Her hand brushed over the stubble on his face. He just coughed again, shaking his head.
“Jaime?”
“She’s safe,” Lavender said, “Keira and I made sure of that.”
“I knew I could— cough! Count on you…”
“Eh, it wasn’t just me,” Lavender said with a shrug, “I wouldn’t even be here if Erick hadn’t tracked me down.”
“Good kid…”
“Great kid,” Lavender said, “he’ll be happy to see you. Can you stand?”
She put her knife away, getting ready to help him to his feet.
“You brought him here?” Fetch asked, groaning as Lavender pulled him up.
“No, he’s with Jaime…about twenty minutes from here, cleaning up after me,” Lavender said.
“Jaime?! You brought my— Cough! You brought my daughter into this mess?!”
“That’s not entirely on me,” Lavender said, “she, and Erick for that matter, just followed me around like a couple of delinquent ducklings— Which is gonna cost you extra, by the way.”
“Cost me?!” Fetch repeated, before falling into a coughing fit.
Lavender managed to get him to the stairs so he could sit down on the steps, rubbing his back a bit.
“I’ll explain after you’ve seen a doctor,” she said.
“Cough! Don’t need one…”
Lavender raised a brow, before jabbing her hand into his chest, causing him to cry out in pain.
“OW! Jesus!”
“Oh yeah you definitely don’t need a doctor, you sound perfectly fine,” Lavender said sarcastically.
“It’s just cracked,” Fetch said through gritted teeth, “it’ll be fine if you don’t fucking touch it.”
“Let’s see what the doctor has to say,” Lavender said.
“I am a doctor.”
“Looks like you’re on sick leave.”
He growled. She smirked and pulled out her phone to text Erick before trying to get Fetch up and out of the basement, explaining the finer details of her week on the way.
“So then Erick shows up on my doorstep, and apparently he signed some kinda contract with Jonas to get your ass back, but he’s still a kid so of course he asked for my help. I figured out Delaney was behind this, so we kicked his ass, then we were coming for your ass, but Jaime sidetracked us and now we’re here.”
“...there are so many things to yell about in that story,” Fetch said, limping over to one of the kitchen chairs and sitting down.
“Damn, and that was the short version,” Lavender said, “you’re welcome by the way. I could’ve just left you to die.”
“Why didn’t you? What do you need from me?”
“I did it because I wanted to,” Lavender said, “I’m not completely heartless…also Erick said you’d pay.”
“Son of a bitch…”
“I mean, yeah he’s your son.”
“How much?” Fetch asked with a sigh.
“Let me see…” Lavender said, beginning to count on her fingers, “compensation for Ronny, my hourly rate, babysitting both your kids, rescuing one of them first, kids need to eat so food costs, we had to drive a lot and fuel ain’t cheap—”
“Why don’t you just go ahead and rob me for all I’m worth?” Fetch said.
“According to Davidson you were worth about two hundred grand,” Lavender said.
“I— Cough! I think the fuck not— Cough!”
“We’ll talk more about this after you’ve seen a doctor,” Lavender said, “but you do owe me.”
Fetch just cursed more as he continued coughing, so Lavender got him some water, and a wet towel to clean the blood off of his face before the teens would catch up.
And sure enough, five minutes later they could hear the front door open.
“Lavender?” Erick called out.
“In here!” she replied.
Two pairs of footsteps rushed towards the kitchen before the two teens poured in.
“Daddy!” Jaime gasped, immediately rushing in for a hug, a bit to his dismay.
“Ow! Jaime, baby, my ribs!”
“Oh my god, are you hurt?!” Jaime asked, quickly letting go.
“Only a little,” Lavender said, patting his shoulder.
“Just easy on the hugs,” Fetch said, grabbing his daughter’s hand instead.
Jaime nodded, squeezing his hand. Meanwhile Erick lingered in the doorway, relieved that Fetch was safe, but just not quite sure what to say. Seeing him so beat up felt foreign. Fetch looked over at him, giving him a nod. He was proud, really, Lavender’s help or not, he managed to hold himself up.
“You had me worried,” Erick said.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Fetch said, “it’ll take more than that to get rid of me.”
“I signed a deal with Jonas,” Erick said.
“I heard…you sure you didn’t accidentally sell your soul?”
“Maybe a little,” Erick said, “either way the deal ends when I bring you back to Nevada, so…”
“Ugh that’s another two days driving,” Lavender sighed.
what if moreno and davidson took some ransom pictures of fetch to send to lavender :3c
another lil alt of Our Move ch7
fetch courtesy of @whumpsmith/@villainsview thank u for letting me do things to him <33
sometimes i start drawing an illustration without rereading the chapter and i draw what my heart wants, which is rope and knotted cleave gags <3 this is an alt version of Our Move ch7 mwah mwah
Moreno pushed Fetch over, forcing him back to his knees, and uncuffing him so he could wrap the cuffs around the bar first, forcing the man to keep his arms up. Fetch tried to pull free before he could manage, but Moreno just kicked him in the stomach.
“Motherfucker…” Fetch grumbled, trying to hide that he needed to gasp for air a bit.
“Not so tough now, are you?”
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moreno's good for one thing only and that's kicking fetch while he's down >:D i had to limit myself with this one otherwise ill get lost in the sauce. but. still. i made alts LOL (there's a version with a gag under the cut ;] )
you can read the full chapter by max HERE: Our Move Part 7
this is an AU combining Weeks by yours truly with Villain's View by @whumpsmith . It takes place after the events of Your Move and My Move.
FIRST: Your Move Intro- story/drawing here
PREVIOUS: Our Move Part 6-
story here
drawing here
NEXT: Our Move Part 8-
story here
drawing incoming!
he just looks soooo good with a cleave gag <33 gives him smth to bite down on when he gets his rips kicked in <3333
