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V and Johnny have a fight. They always do, never compatible, yet always attract each other like fucking magnets. V has an interesting night, yet still ends up in Johnny's arms in the next few hours.
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V is feeling worn out and on edge after his last job. He tries to spend time with his output, but it's not helping. That's when he realizes it might run deeper: cyberpsychosis.
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Pac had been in prison plenty of times throughout his life. Him and Mike loved the adrenaline of committing crimes as a duo, famously known all around the globe as the legendary TazerCraft.
They were famous amongst the country of Quesadilla, everyone knowing their crimes and their masked appearances, yet never knowing their true identities. What was hidden underneath their masks stayed hidden. And that was the biggest aspect to what made them famous.
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Pac and Mike have been in and out of prison for years, but this prison is a little different to the one they’re used to. Pac meets a man that he falls in love with almost immediately but does he feel the same way?
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“Fit? Can you hear me? Fit?”
The voice echoed, the reverberations slithering through the fuzzy haze enveloping Fit’s brain.
*Yeah, I can hear you.*
Fit tried to respond, but his mouth felt like lead. His eyes worked a little bit better, but after pushing them open a crack he was blinded by fluorescent lighting.
God, his head hurt. And his arm. And most of his body, if he was being honest.
*"What’s going on?*
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Fit was just the unfortunate bastard who stepped in at the same time as law enforcement did, caught red-handed ridding one of many corpses of its keep.
And then came the brave man in blue with the Jacket pressed with golden petals.
Or Fit saves Pac from a group of bandits and helps him find home, and maybe a couple of other things along the way. -
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The startle has him nearly dropping the card– Fit remembers this number.
He remembers crimson blood spilling down his client’s cheek. Remembers that his eyes were bright and focused as if he didn’t even feel the pain.
It could’ve been the shock, but he seemed as clear-headed as he had been before the shots popped off into the gala, his brows knitting as he shoved the card into Fit’s hands–
“If you need anything– anything– you call me.” He’d tried to hand it back, but the man had been insistent, “If I lost Richas tonight, I don’t know… I don’t know what I would’ve done.” He’d croaked, “Please, take it.”
(or: Fit garners the favor of some very interesting people years ago and he's finally going to cash in. He gets more than what he expected out of it)
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- Part 14 of Sunglasses Anon MCRP fics