Torture
Pairing: Nolan Booth x Fem!reader
Summary: What happens when The Bishop decides to torture you instead of Hartley?
Warnings: swearing, kidnapping, torture
A/n: I love me some Ryan Reynolds and I was shocked to see that there weren’t a lot of fanfics based off Red Notice so I had to write something
You met John Hartley and the infamous Nolan Booth after getting arrested in Rome. Your life as a criminal was just starting and this was your second heist. Call it beginners bad luck. Somehow all three of you found yourselves intermingled with unearthing the three cleopatra eggs. It has been quite an adventure, an FBI agent, the world’s second best art thief, and the worlds best failed art thief.
Unbeknownst to you, Nolan and Hartley were handcuffed together in a room further down. You couldn’t hear a thing over the sound of a crowd cheering.
For some unknown reason the only thing you could think of was whether Nolan was okay. Your heart raced at the idea of the Bishop torturing him for information on the third egg. You hated to admit that the criminal had grown on you, his constant humor and dashing looks made him completely irresistible but there was also something much deeper and gentler that drew you towards him.
“Where is she?!”, Nolan spit at the Bishop.
She walked in front of him, “That’s not important Booth, this is the time where you tell us where the third egg is.’”.
Nolan let out a breathy laugh, “Piss off for a thousand years.”.
“Oh bummer, I really wanted to do it the easy way.”, she sighed, “That’s okay, I’ll get the information from you, by hurting him.”., she gestured towards Hartley.
“I’m sorry what?”, Hartley questioned.
“I love this plan.”, of course Nolan would.
Bishop turned up an electricity machine and made her way towards Hartley, “You two share a special bond, I mean why else risk your lives together attempting to steal the eggs.”, she grabs two metal pliers, “Isn’t that right, Agent Hartley?”.
“There isn’t any bond between us, I barley know the guy…Booth tell her we’re not friends.”.
Of course being the cheeky one, Booth had to play this one out, “She knows about us pal.”.
“That’s bullshit..”, Hartley immediately knew what he was doing.
“She knows about our special bond..she knows you were the best man at my wedding…”.
“You son of bitch.”, Harley spat at Booth, “He’s lying!”. The Bishop teasingly sparks the pliers in front of Hartley’s face.
“If she hurts you bad enough, I mean if she gets really creative with it, than I’m gonna have no choice but to tell her everything.”, Nolan continues his speech.
“Now Mr. Booth, where is the third egg?”, Nolan stayed silent, “Okay..here I go..”.
“No don’t wait..”, Nolan sarcastically pleas.
He seemed completely unfazed with the torture his new found friend was being subjected to.
“Hm, let’s switch it up.”, the Bishop nods to Sotto and he exits the room with one of the pliers, “If this isn’t working maybe giving a few shocks to that pretty little thing down the hall will.”.
Nolan freezes, suddenly the air feels stiff and the once humorous situation turned sour, “Don’t you fucking touch her.”. He says in a serious tone.
“Seems like we’ve struck a nerve, tell me where the egg is.”.
“Eat shit!”, she lets out a low chuckle and presses a button.
Your screams could be heard clearly, crying for help, crying for Nolan’s help, “NOLAN!!”.
“NO NO STOP IT!”, Nolan thrashes around, “ITS IN EGYPT!”, Nolan finally caved in.
She stoped the machine, “Where in Egypt?”.
“It’s buried with Cleopatra in the Grand pyramid, there’s a secret entry way, alright!Just please stop hurting her.”, Nolan breathes heavily.
“See! That wasn’t that hard, I would say nice working with you but we both know that would be a lie.”, and with that The Bishop left.
“I swear to God I’m gonna to kill that bitch”.
While the two of them got into a shooting fight with Sotto, you were still trapped in the chair. Your body felt numb and your cheeks felt wet, you presumed it was your tears. There was a metallic taste in your mouth and all you could do was whimper as you heard gun shots.
Than there was silence, you heard a door open and your blindfold was ripped off. It took a minute for your eyes to adjust to your environment but the only thing you could see was Nolan’s worried expression as he looked down at you.
“Nolan, it hurts”, you sobbed.
“Hey hey hey, I know sweetheart.”, he didn’t mean for the name to slip out but he was too distracted to care.
Nolan unhooked the restraints and guided you to your feet, you immediately crashed into his chest due to how weak you felt.
“The electricity affected her worse than me because she’s much smaller than I am.”, Hartley spoke and met Nolan’s eyes. Hartley knew the look Nolan had and felt guilty for how badly injured you were.
“I was so scared they were going to hurt you.”, you spoke.
“I wish it was me rather than you.,” he said in a whisper.
You pulled back from the embrace and met his eyes which looked down upon you lovingly yet concerned. He lowered his head and placed a hesitant kiss on your forehead. As he pulled back he analyzed your face for any sort of reaction, once he saw the faint blush on your cheeks and your smile he returned it. He cupped your face and leaned in, your breath hitched as your two lips connected.
You deepened the kiss by pulling him closer by the neck earning a short groan from him.
“Okay okay, break it up!”, the two of you pulled away both out of breath and looked towards Hartley.
“Dude! A little privacy here!”, Nolan said and promptly returned to kissing you.
“Why did I agree to any of this.”, Hartley left with a huff.
You didn’t know what the futures has in stored but for now you felt safe in Nolan’s arms and you knew that this is where you belong.
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Coming home
paring⁀➷ nolan booth x fem!reader
word count ⁀➷ 422
summary⁀➷ You've been waiting for Nolan at your house in Bali when he cones home from Italy… and you’re not happy about his last „mission“
warnings⁀➷ fem!reader (only because a bikini bottom is mentioned once but nothing further), fluff
a/n⁀➷ It's not long but i needed to write it down so here you go
Nolan just came back from Rome. Jumping off the boat, treasure in hand, nothing except one person could make this day any better.
It's been exactly 56 hours since he's been in Italy. 56 hours in which he missed the place closest to home, and his true home.
As Nolan opened the front door and placed the golden egg on the counter, he heard footsteps behind him.
But instead of talking to him, you just walked past him.
Nolan's gaze was following your every step, you were only wearing one of his shirts and a bikini bottom. He couldn't help but stare. Even after all the years you've been with him.
He fell hard for you, and that hasn't changed in the slightest bit.
„What were you thinking?" you asked Nolan, not once looking at him.
„What?" he was definitely confused.
„Stealing the egg of Cleopatra. I know you, I trust you and I certainly know that you are more than good at what you're doing," Nolan's lips curled into a smirk for a second, „Ugh stop that Booth, you know what I meant." you couldn't suppress a small smirk.
He just winked at you. „l know you can steal better than anyone. But, my fucking god, Nolan, why did you have to have the third egg? You knew how dangerous it would be."
Nolan knew you, better than he knew himself. He didn't need to hear the exact words to understand what you meant. „Baby. I'm sorry if you were worried."
He came closer to the couch, where you had plopped into the many cushions.
His arms curled around your shoulders from behind, and you could feel his nose lightly brushing against your neck.
„You're lucky you didn't get hurt." you grumpily answered. But in the way you grabbed Nolan's hands resting on your collar bones, stroking them, while holding him close, made him know that you were just glad he was home again.
Not only physically in the house, but with you. „I guess I'm very lucky.“ he grinned and kissed your neck, before jumping on the couch.
He crawled on top of you, penning you in.
„I missed you." he whispered, just millimetres from your lips. „Shut up and kiss me, Booth.“ you chuckled, and you didn't have to tell him that twice.
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Spawn #350
"I was talking to Eric Stephenson, publisher of Image Comics, and I was saying to him, 'Man, even if you forgot the first 300 issues, which was a world record, I've still done 50 issues.,'" McFarlane told ComicBook.com's Jim Viscardi. "And then we started asking the question, 'How many books [has Image Comics] done that have gotten past 50 issues?'"
He added that the number is even smaller if you take the Image foudners and current partner Robert Kirkman (The Walking Dead, Invincible) out of the mix.
"it's shockingly not many, because I mean, again, considering we've been around for over 30 years....If you take the people from the top of the food chain at Image, it was Saga and Deadly Class...East of West."
McFarlane later noted that books like Chew and Morning Glories had hit 50, but that for a publisher that has been around as long as Image, it's shocking how few books are long-running. He suggested he would like to see more, but admitted that books like Spawn and Savage Dragon have not just the Image founders behind them, but also a long history of superhero books being long-running, episodic, and open-ended.
Cover A: Puppeteer Lee
Cover B: Todd McFarlane
Cover C: Ryan Stegman
Cover D: Brett Booth
Cover E: Jonathan Glapion
Cover F: Todd McFarlane B&W
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