#slyfox week 2022
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We’re baaack!!!!
Happy September again my fellow Ringtails! I am happy to present our fourth annual SlyFox Week! Hosted by yours truly! I welcome everyone and anyone to participate!
This year’s prompts will be as follows:
Monday (9/19): Rain
Tuesday (9/20): Calling Card
Wednesday (9/21): Masterpiece
Thursday (9/22): Paraglider
***Friday (9/23): Evidence***
Saturday (9/24): Vault
Sunday (9/25): Heist
Rules:
Interpret the prompts that I have listed into a piece of media (drawing, fanfic, photo, gif, audio, etc) of your choosing!
All entries must be centered on the Sly Cooper/Carmelita Fox pairing. Make sure to tag them as #slyfox or #slyfoxweek !
Plagiarism will not be tolerated! If I find out that you have stolen someone else’s work, you will be disqualified and reported!
If your entry involves sensitive content or mature themes: YOU MUST TAG THEM AS SUCH! Failure to do so will result in a warning! Multiple warnings will result in immediate disqualification!
You are allowed to post entries in any order you wish! You don’t have to follow the prompt order above! Combination of prompts is also acceptable! You may also submit your content at any time during SlyFox Week at the start of the week on Monday!
You cannot repost a piece of work that you have done prior! This means you cannot take a work that you posted, say a year ago, and reuse it! All submissions must be new, original, and related to SlyFox Week! However, if you have extraordinary circumstances regarding this, message me privately and we will work something out!
Don’t be mean and have fun! If you have any questions just ask or message me!
***Friday, September 23rd 2022, marks the 20 year anniversary of the Sly Cooper franchise! Feel free to incorporate this in your submissions if you’d like! It is not required, but encouraged!***
Credit to @grelbin / @aquifiers for letting me use their render!
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Rating: Teen And Up Audience
Warnings: No Warnings
Chapters: 8/8
Fandom: Sly Cooper (Video Games)
Relationships: Sly Cooper/Carmelita Fox, Bentley & Sly Cooper & Murray
Characters: Sly Cooper, Carmelita Fox, Bentley (Sly Cooper), Murray (Sly Cooper)
Additional Tags: SlyFox Week 2022, Slyfox week, One Shot Collection, Fluff and Humor, Post-Sly 2: Band of Thieves, Chapters are set before and leading up to Sly 3, Fandom Week, Getting set on fire, Fire, Missions Gone Wrong, Thieving missions/heists gone wrong (as per usual), Action/Adventure, Action with a side of romance, Complete, Feelings and emotions can be difficult to manage
SUMMARY: Sly’s love for Inspector Fox was like a burning flame, bright enough for everyone to see. Pride and affection for the vixen would fill his chest like smoke. Now, if only his latest heists didn’t involve fire.
OR: 5 Heists where something caught on fire and one had to rescue the other, the 1 time where there wasn't a heist but something still got set on fire, and the 1 time something didn’t get set on fire but Carmelita saved Sly.
SlyFox Week 2022, September 19 - 25 of 2022
@galactic-dragoness
#a03 link#slyfox#slyfox week#slyfox week 2022#sly cooper#carmelita fox#bentley#murray#post sly 2#fluff#humor#things are getting set on fire per each chapter except for 2#romance#complete (finally)#fandom week#fanfiction#slyfox fanfiction
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I done did it! A little story for SlyFox Week!
The evidence.
It must be burned!
The evidence was laid out for the inspector to see.
She was in love with that damned thief.
And as they laid there, Sly's arms wrapped gently around her, her mind was going a thousand miles a second. What the hell was she thinking? She's a hardened cop - one of the best Interpol has to offer - not some young girl mixing it up with bad boys who smoke behind school bleachers to make her daddy mad. If anyone were to find this out... they would have her by the balls. Blackmail at best, fired and probably jailed at worse.
She has to destroy it all.
The hickey he gave her. The scent of him on her bed sheets. The tiny bits fur he naturally sheds when he moves around. The flowers, the gifts, the love notes.
Burn all the evidence, leave no trace.
Carmelita shuffled, attempting to get herself free from the raccoon's grasp, but Sly was a strong man when he wanted to be. He kept her tight around the waist, grumbling some nonsense under his breath as he moved just enough to get comfortable again.
"Move it, mapache," she said gruffly. "Bathroom."
It took a moment to register, but Sly eventually moved his arm just enough for her to break free. As soon as she could, she stumbled out of bed and across the way into the bathroom. The faucet sprung to life in the sink, water flowing from the metal object until it was disrupted by the hands of the vixen when she started splashing water on her face. The coolness dripped from her fur but she didn't stop to wait for it to warm up - she prayed the shock would snap her back to her senses. The faucet now off, Carmelita took a good look at herself in the mirror. She looked tired... but strangely happy. Despite the panic and frustration and everything else that rose up in her racing mind, her heart told her to stop.
Breathe.
By God above, when was the last time she was held by someone that cared about her? That didn't send her gifts and talked to her just to get in her pants?
But this was wrong. And stupid. And scary.
Carmelita scared? She laughed bitterly.
"Do you want me to leave, mon amor?"
The sound of her... lover? So close behind her made her flinch. Focusing behind her in the mirror, she saw the figure of Sly Cooper. Rumpled from sleep and other activities but still handsome. The type of roguish handsome that probably broke dozens of hearts.
But he only had eyes for her. She could see it. Felt it. Heard it.
And she?
Well... there was some evidence you just can't get rid of. And if she wasn't careful, her entire career would come crashing down around her.
Would he be there to catch her if it - when that happens?
Burn the evidence.
Burn it.
Burn it.
"Carmelita?"
She turned her her head, face partially obscured by that thick mane of hair, but not so much so that he couldn’t make out the small curve of her lips turn up.
"... no."
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Title: Sticky Fingers
Rating: G
Series: Sly Cooper
Characters/Pairings: Sly Cooper/Carmelita
Summary: Sly couldn't resist teaching his young daughter on how to lock pick, but he never counted on his wife finding out.
Archive of our own
Ended up writing this for Slyfox Week for today’s theme “Evidence.”
Note: This takes places years after the events of Sly 3, and Sly 4 never happened.
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Carmelita was mad. Sly didn’t have to look up to know.. He could feel his wife’s eyes burning into the back of his skull. Slowly, he shut this book and plastered his famous smirk on his face in hopes it would her temper.
It didn’t. She kept glaring.
“What’s up, Honey?” he asked.
Carmelita let loose a very tired sighed as she placed her hands on top of the couch and stared directly into Sly’s eyes.
“Ringtail,” she said with an raised eyebrow, “did you teach our daughter how to pick locks?”
Sly’s ears instantly folded back and he tried to avert his gaze. “Um…”
“Sly?”
He put down his book and wiggled his pointer fingers as air quotes. “Define ‘teach’?”
“Sly.”
“I may have given her some tips, yes.”
His wife groaned as she buried her face into her hands. “Sly!”
Sly tossed his hands up in the air. “I couldn’t resist! She has a knack for it.”
“She’s 4,” Carmelita grumbled as massaged her forehead.
Sly rubbed his neck. “To be fair, I was only 3 when my Dad taught me.” He waved a hand. “Besides, it’s an essential life skill.”
“You and I have different meanings of ‘essential’,” Carmelita grumbled as she placed her hands on her hips.
Sly was about to argue, but then paused and frowned. “Wait, how did you know I taught Ruby how to lock pick?”
His wife suddenly gave a wicked grin. “Oh, I’m so glad you asked, Darling.”
She walked away and gestured for him to follow. No words were said as they approached the kitchen. Silently, Carmelita stepped to the side and pointed. Sly entered and froze.
Normally, the kitchen was spotless with locks on the cupboards. Ruby had achieved climbing before she even took her first step. Sly and Carmelita had to lock up the cupboard to not only ensure Ruby’s safety.
Their plan had always worked, until today.
All of the cupboard doors were flung open and their child proof locks were scattered on the floor. At least, what Sly could see on the floor. It was currently coated by white of what he had to assume was a combination of flour, sugar and possibly baking soda.
There were also empty bottles of vanilla, peppermint and syrup and an empty bag of chocolate chips.
His younger daughter sat in the middle of the mess, humming to herself as she stirred a dough-like mixture in her bowl.
Ruby glanced up, and grinned at Sly and didn’t seem to mind the flour in her hair.
“Hi, Daddy!”
Sly forced a smile and waved back. “Hey, Kiddo, what are you doing there?”
“I’m making cookies,” Ruby declared as she dumped what Sly hoped was raisins into the bowl. She gave a slight pout and glanced up. “Could you turn on the oven since you and Mommy say I can’t touch it?”
“Uh, sure in a sec,” Sly said as he retreated out of the kitchen.
Slowly, he turned his gaze to his wife and held up his hands. “I’ll clean it up.”
“Thank you,” Carmelita said as she kissed him on the cheek. “I’m going to take a bath.”
Sly nodded as he ventured back into the kitchen and sat on the floor next to Ruby.
“Alright, Sweetie,” he said as he waved finger. “Next lesson will be how to hide the evidence.”
“I heard that!”
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Carmelita, in the light of the open fridge, somehow looked even more tired. “This isn’t funny.”
“You’re right,” Sly somehow managed, amusement clear in his voice, “this is unacceptable!”
HAPPY 20 YEARS GUYS
#sly cooper#carmelita fox#slyfox#slyfox week 2022#slyfoxweek#Sly Cooper anniversary#whoooooooooooooo#been in slyfox hell for 20 years running#no regrets!#lmao
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Rain ~ SlyFox week 2022
#sly cooper#i wanted to do some digital or fully colored art#but didn’t have time#oh well#im still kinda proud of this one#carmelita fox#sly raccoon#my art#slyfox
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Masterpiece
The raccoon hunches over his art supplies, his eyebrows knit together in concentration. He carefully picks up his paintbrush and strokes his canvas gently, on the easel to his left.
Knock knock knock.
“Not now,” he calls.
“Sly, you’ve been painting for hours. You need to take a break.”
“But if I stop, then I’ll lose my groove.”
“You need to at least eat something.”
“Just leave the food by the door.”
Bentley huffs in annoyance. “What are you even making?”
“Birthday present.”
“Who’s birthday is it?”
“Take a wild guess, Wizard.”
There’s a pause.
“You cannot be serious.”
“Dead serious.”
“Sly, I feel like that’s too big of a gesture.”
“It’s fine.”
“What if she destroys it?”
“She won’t.”
The turtle scoffs. “Don’t come crying to me when she breaks your heart.”
“Yeah, yeah. Thank you Bentley.”
Bentley shakes his head and sets the plate down in front of the door to Sly’s room.
“It’s spaghetti and meatballs, courtesy of Murray. You better eat soon before it gets cold.”
“’Kay.”
Sly hears the turtle walk away, and resumes his painting.
After five minutes, his stomach growls loudly. He ignores it, but it growls again even louder.
The thief sighs. “Okay, okay, I hear ya.”
He gets up and stretches, then he goes to his bedroom door and retrieves his dinner waiting for him.
Meanwhile, Bentley returns to Murray, who is watching the TV in their main room.
“He’s still painting?” Murray asks.
Bentley sits on his favorite beanbag. “Yep.”
“What’s he painting?”
“Apparently a birthday picture.”
Murray takes a bite of his spaghetti and swallows. “Who’s birthday?”
The turtle turns to him. “Murray, we only know one person who’s birthday is coming up.”
The hippo’s eyes widen. “Oh, come on. Really?”
“I know.”
Murray takes another bite. “Why couldn’t he just get her a new gun or something? I bet she’d love that.”
Bentley chuckles. “Beats me. Our boy has it bad.”
The large man shakes his head. “I’ll never get it.”
“Me neither, pal.”
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The vixen unlocks the door to her apartment, and pushes it open. The familiar smell of home soothing her.
She flicks on the hall light, but freezes when she sees a wrapped, flat object on her table.
Uh-oh.
Inspector Fox cautiously approaches the object, pistol drawn, and flicks on another light in the living room.
Upon closer inspection, the mysterious item is wrapped in rich blue gift-wrapping paper. And on top is some sort of greeting card, with the Cooper insignia.
Carmelita looks around, there’s no one there but her.
She wants to call for back-up, but her curiosity gets the best of her, and she opts for opening the card. Inside, it reads:
Happy Birthday Inspector.
Enjoy my masterpiece.
-S
The young woman’s face morphs into confusion.
Masterpiece?
She looks at the flat object wrapped in the gift-paper.
I swear, she thinks. If it’s something inappropriate I WILL kill him.
Carmelita picks up the object, and carefully removes the paper.
Once the paper is off, she flips the object around and-
The Inspector gasps softly.
It’s a painting, but not a famous one.
The picture consists of lush greenery and vegetation underneath a cloudless sky. Carmelita studies the art, baffled by the amount of detail in the painting. In the center, sits a fox woman in the grass wearing a white dress, holding some roses in her palm, looking out at the scenery.
It’s her.
The Inspector is...a mix of emotions. She’s amazed by the beauty of the artwork. She’s confused by the motives of the raccoon for painting it. She’s touched by the surprisingly thoughtful birthday present. She’s awestruck by the idea that Sly Cooper made this for her.
After observing the art piece for several minutes, the vixen turns the painting around, and reads small cursive on the bottom right that says:
Muse in the garden
S.C.
Carmelita stands there, dumbfounded.
I didn’t know he could paint.
For some bizarre reason, the young woman feels like crying. But she takes a deep breath, and shuts her eyes to blink any incoming tears away.
Why?
(She knows why, but she’ll never admit it.)
(Not now, at least.)
The orange colored mammal tucks the painting under her arm, and walks to her bedroom, where she places it upright on her dresser, leaning against the wall.
She’ll take it to Interpol’s HQ tomorrow.
(She never does.)
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The results are in!
SlyFox Week 2022 Prompts are:
Rain
Calling Card
Masterpiece
Paraglider
Evidence
Vault
Heist
See you in September! Thanks for voting!
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Vault
“I’m still not understanding why you brought me all this way.”
“Because it’s important.”
“Why is returning to Kaine Island important again? We both almost died here.”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Sly, you know how much I despise surprises.”
“You’ll like this one. I guarantee it.”
Carmelita sighs. The married couple hike through the tropical wildlife, climbing over obstacles and ducking under vines.
“Hold on, I think we’re here.”
The raccoon stops in his tracks. In front of the two there is an entrance to a cave.
The former Inspector looks puzzled. “Is this-?”
Sly simply takes her hand and leads her inside the cave. He takes out a battery-lamp and flicks it on.
The light illuminates a giant, metal door. In the middle there is a indent in the shape of the Cooper Cane.
“So that’s why you brought your cane.”
The retired criminal grins. “Bentley and Penelope engineered and redesigned the entire Cooper vault. I wanted to show you the new look.”
“But...why?”
“Spoilers.”
Carmelita shakes her head. Sly presses his cane in the groove, until he hears a small “ding.”
Like magic, the vault door unlocks and opens, the various mechanisms and gears clicking and whirring like something out of a movie.
Sly and Carmelita make their way inside the vault.
“I wasn’t really a fan of the ‘gauntlet-test’ idea when I first entered. So Bentley and Penelope restructured the vault to make it more...inclusive.”
The raccoon leads the vixen to the center of a large, dark chamber. In the middle lies some sort of podium.
He gestures to the podium. “Put your hand on the black, shiny part.”
“...This better not be a prank…”
“Come on ‘Lita, do you really think this is a prank?”
She shrugs, then places her hand on the podium.
Suddenly, the podium lights up, and the room begins to come to life around them.
Several bright lights flash on from above, and the metal doors on the curved walls of the room unlock and open.
“Welcome, Carmelita.”
Says a robotic voice from an unknown location.
The vixen looks around, baffled. The large, circular chamber has a very high ceiling, every surface seems to be coated in a shiny, chrome-like material. Carved on the stone floor is the Cooper family insignia.
Carmelita turns to her husband, confused. “Okay...so the vault’s been refurbished, is that the surprise?”
“Close, but no.”
Sly beckons to his wife, and she follows him to a large doorway forty degrees to the right.
The pair walk into a long hall, the lights automatically coming on as they move.
The hallway is lined with shrines of some sort. Each shrine is decorated with a painted portrait of a Cooper ancestor, with several artifacts from each relative’s era strategically placed on medium-sized stone bases.
Carmelita recognizes some of the names from Sly’s numerous familial tales. Slytunkhamen, Salim, Riochi, Henriette…
Eventually, they approach the end of the hallway. To the left sits a recently added shrine, with Sly’s portrait, as well as several trinkets: a calling card, an old binocucom, clue bottles…
To the fox’s right sits another shrine, covered in a cloth tarp.
“Who-”
Sly grins. “Why don’t you find out?”
He gestures to the covered shrine.
Carmelita, very confused but curious, approaches the concealed shrine, and removes the tarp.
The shrine is revealed with a portrait of…
...a fox.
Her breathing hitches in her throat. It’s her portrait.
When she looks down, her stone base is littered with roses, her old badge, an empty champagne bottle, and a guitar pick.
She turns to her spouse. “I...I don’t understand…”
Sly’s grin only widens. “You married me, you’re part of my family now. Look.”
He points to a golden plaque on the stone. It reads:
Carmelita Montoya Cooper-Fox
The woman who lifted the curse of Clockwerk
May her name be remembered forever
Before she can stop them, tears come streaming down her face.
“S-Sly, it’s...it’s wonderful. Thank you.”
He embraces her, and she had sworn that she saw his eyes glisten.
After a few moments, the couple end their hug.
“So that was your surprise.”
“Yep! You’re a Cooper now! Now there’s two Coopers instead of one.”
“Three.”
He chuckles. “Well, four if you’re counting Bentley and Murray. Actually, five with Penelope too. Well-”
Suddenly, he snaps back to Carmelita, the realization hitting him like a train.
“...three?”
“Come on, Ringtail. Figure it out.”
His jaw drops, and she smiles like they’ve won the lottery.
“You-”
“Yep.”
“We-”
“Yes.”
“How-How long have you known??”
“A little over a week.”
Sly grins so hard that Carmelita briefly worries that he’ll pull a muscle.
“Carmelita, that’s, that’s-!!!”
He runs into her arms and swings her around, the two of them laughing like hyenas.
“I’m so happy,” Sly cries. “I’m so happy! I’m going to be a father!!!”
Their emotional cries echo throughout the vault. Sly wishes they could echo forever.
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Calling Card
“It’s fake.”
The museum director turns to the Detective Inspector. “What?”
“It’s a calling card, but it’s not his calling card.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Monsieur, I have been on the Cooper case for almost six years. I know a copycat thief when I see it.”
Carmelita turns to one of her officers. “I want forensics to check this out and see if there’s anything that they can get that will pinpoint the culprit.”
“Yes ma’am.”
The vixen dismisses the officers, then turns back to the director.
“Do you know anyone in your staff that might have a motive to do this, and make it look like someone broke in?”
“I...I’m not sure…”
“I’m going to need the names of everyone who works in this establishment.”
She pulls out a card.
“This is my number. Please contact me if you can think of any leads.”
“Yes...yes I will.”
She nods. “Good man.”
Carmelita walks out of the exhibit, past the many faces of Interpol employees and crime scene tape, to her car in the parking lot.
She returns to her precinct twenty-five minutes later, and makes a beeline to her office.
The fox shuts the door behind her, and locks it. Then she removes a lock box tucked away near the bookcase. After unlocking it, the young woman opens the box on her couch.
The lock box is stuffed with multiple Cooper calling cards. Each one is individually packaged in a small plastic bag, with dates on the labels.
Carmelita removes the one with the most recent date, and examines it carefully.
“Yep. This is an authentic, the other one was a fake, The colors do not match at all.”
She holds it up to the light.
“Different types of card paper too…”
“You know me so well.”
Carmelita gasps, and whips around to see Sly Cooper himself, leaning against her desk.
“Cooper, what the actual shit?”
He holds up his hand in greeting. “Relax, Inspector. I come in peace.”
She reaches for her pistol at her hip, but finds it absent.
“What-”
“Looking for this?”
He pulls out the Inspector’s shock pistol from behind him, and places it on her desk.
“How-”
“Pickpocket.”
She groans. “What do you want?”
“I’m here to give you a clue.”
“...A clue?”
“Yep. I’m not a fan of copy-cats, so I’d like to point you in the right direction.”
“Okay. What’s your clue?”
“Ah, ah, ah, I don’t hand over hints so easily, unless you can read between the lines.”
“What are you talking about?”
“There is...another way I’d spill the beans, though.”
“For God’s sake, cut the cryptic crap. What do I need to do to get you to talk?”
He grins mischievously.
“One date.”
Carmelita turns cherry red. “Absolutely not. Never in a million years.”
“Aw, come on, I don’t bite.”
“No. Hard pass.”
Sly frowns playfully. “No date, no clue.”
“You said that was the second option, what was the first?”
“You’re a detective, right? Surely you can solve this mystery?”
“Ringtail, I am losing my patience. Don’t make me hurt you.”
He sighs. “Okay, okay. Looks like I’m in the doghouse.”
The raccoon turns around and opens the window to her office. He climbs over the sill, and looks back at her.
“Heed my words carefully, Inspector.”
“Wha-”
He winks, then leaps off into the night.
The Inspector huffs in anger, and swipes her pistol from her desk, replacing it back on her hip.
Heed my words carefully.
...Wait.
Carmelita replays the thief’s banter in her head.
I’d like to point you in the right direction.
I don’t bite.
Looks like I’m in the doghouse.
Direction. Bite. Doghouse.
Hang on.
The Inspector’s eyes suddenly widen at her revelation.
The museum director...was a dachshund.
The copy-cat was a copy-dog.
Carmelita runs to her phone on the desk and frantically dials the officers at the scene.
“Get everyone in the vicinity to find the Director of the Museum. I think I’ve got a lead.”
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Heist
“Papa?”
Sly Cooper, now in his middle-age, looks up from his book in his study.
“Yes Rose?”
“How did you and Mama meet?”
The elder raccoon chuckles to his younger daughter. He closes his book, and beckons to his child.
“It’s quite a tale.”
Rose Cooper approaches her father, and climbs on his lap, perched on his knee. Her eyes shine with admiration and curiosity.
“So, when I was younger, I was visiting Paris for the first time. Sightseeing via rooftop, like all the best tourists do.”
“Eventually, I stopped for a break on a Opera House.”
“An Opera House…?”
“It’s like a large, building for operas and stage plays. I’ll take you to an opera when you’re a little older.”
“Anyway, I was there, taking in the scenery, when I was suddenly attacked!”
The little girl gasps softly. “Attacked???”
“Yep, there were too many men for me to fight, so I was quickly captured. And then-”
He pauses briefly.
“Then, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen appeared. Your mother.”
“Then what happened?”
“Well, your mother, who was in charge of the men who attacked me, thought I was a bad guy. So, she locked me in a closet, until a friendly janitor came and let me out.”
Sly’s daughter tilts her head, fascinated. Sly continues his story.
“I ran into your mother again, who was looking for a jewel thief in the building. She thought I was the thief, but I told her that I knew who the real thief was.”
“Who was it?”
“It was a sneaky, bad guy who managed the stage controls. So, with your mother’s help, we both captured the bad guy and saved the day!”
“And then you guys fell in love?”
“Well...not yet. The falling in love part was a slow process.”
“How come?”
“Well, your mom and I didn’t really see eye to eye on some things. We didn’t really get along at first. Actually, your mother was very feisty when she was younger.”
“I heard that.”
Sly looks up to see his wife, Carmelita, leaning in the doorway to his study.
He smiles warmly. “Well, am I wrong dear?”
She folds his arms. “You’re not wrong. But what makes you think I’m not as feisty now as I was then?
“Well, you did marry me…”
“Very funny…”
The raccoon looks back at his daughter. “We worked together on a couple of jobs, and things developed. We fell in love, got married, and had you.”
“So...that’s it?”
“Yeah.”
“...Oh.”
Sly cocks his eyebrow. “Were you expecting something else?”
“Well...how did you know that you loved Mama?”
There’s another pause.
The gray mammal thinks. “Love is a tricky thing. It’s also a very powerful thing. Love takes time, work, and commitment.”
“I think your mother and I realized that we loved each other when we put in the time and work to make each other happy. We were also very committed to each other in the end.”
He gazes back at Carmelita. “Am I right, dear?”
She smiles. “Most of the time.”
Sly pouts playfully. “What do you mean ‘most of the time’?”
The vixen chuckles. “I will admit there are days where I’d wished that that janitor never let you out of that closet.”
The retired thief laughs. “That���s love for you.”
Rose glances between her mother and father. “Oh yeah, you guys are in love alright.”
The little foxcoon jumps off her father’s lap. “What’s for dinner?”
Sly taps his chin. “How about...mac and cheese?”
Rose’s eyes light up. “Yes! Yes!”
She dashes out of the study. “Mac and cheese! Mac and cheese!”
Sly grins, and gets up from his seat, approaching his wife.
“I’m pretty sure that’s not exactly how our story begins,” Carmelita says to her husband.
He places his hands on her hips and pulls her in close.
“I will admit I left out the part where your boss almost fired you and you tried to arrest me.”
He kisses her, and she reciprocates. When they pull apart, her eyes shine like beacons.
“You also left out the parts where you were a thief and I was a detective.”
“I’ll tell her the whole story one day. Not today, though.”
The married couple walk down the hall of their home together.
“I think that was best heist I ever pulled.”
Carmelita turns to Sly. “What heist? You didn’t steal anything, remember?”
“Actually, I’m pretty sure I got away with your heart.”
The fox woman sighs, and he kisses her cheek.
“Only because I let you.”
The family have mac and cheese for dinner that night. It’s a meal that the three of them will treasure forever.
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Evidence
The fox drums her fingers on her desk and checks the clock.
It was late, and she was still in her office at her precinct. Her paperwork was complete for over a few hours now. She really wanted to go home.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
Maybe he won’t show up.
No. He always did.
What’s taking him so long?
Carmelita stretches her arms, sits back in her chair and groans, annoyed.
Tap tap tap.
Her ears perk up. She quickly turns to her office window.
Sly Cooper is perched on her window sill, an impish grin on his face.
The Inspector gets up from her seat and opens the window.
“It’s about time.”
He leaps into her office, then stands up straight to face her, his eyebrow crooked.
“You were waiting for me?”
“Duh.”
The raccoon looks completely perplexed. “How did you know I would show up?”
“Because it’s Christmas Eve, and you always bother me around that time.”
“Well, only a complete moron would leave a beautiful lady alone on Christmas Eve.”
She rolls her eyes.
“So, what do you want from me?”
“I wanted to give you something,” Carmelita replies.
“...Really?”
“Well, you always bring me a Christmas present, whether I like it or not. So, after you saved my life a few months ago, I decided to return the favor for once.”
“...Oh.”
“Cooper, I’m not a monster.”
“I wasn’t saying that you were! I’m just...surprised.”
The vixen hums, then turns to her desk and opens the top drawer. She removes a flat, medium-sized object wrapped in holiday gift paper.
Carmelita faces the thief. “Here.”
Sly cocks his head and takes the gift. “Uh...thanks.”
“Don’t lose it. And don’t tell anyone either. I got it from our Evidence Lockers, but I don’t think anyone will notice or care.”
Sly rears his head back in alarm. “You didn’t have to risk getting in trouble.”
“Oh please, I’ve done worse.”
“Care to share more?”
“Nope.”
The thief chuckles. “I have something for you too.”
He removes his trademark backpack, and takes out a large, wrapped object. Then, he hands it to her.
“Merry Christmas.”
She accepts his gift. It’s soft in her hands, and she deduces it’s some sort of article of clothing.
“Go on. Open it.”
She eyes the criminal suspiciously, then claws through the gift wrapping. Carmelita holds it up as it unfurls.
“...What?”
It’s a woman’s jacket. The jacket is dark blue in color, and bares a similar resemblance to the Inspector’s former favorite yellow jacket. The only differences are the color, the length, and the material is slightly fluffy on the lapels and the inside.
“I noticed that your jacket got destroyed during the incident a few months ago. I couldn’t find a carbon copy, or a yellow one, so this is the best I could do.”
Carmelita gazes at the jacket. “This…looks expensive. You didn’t steal it, did you?”
“Of course I didn’t. If you’d like the receipt I’ll give it to you.”
There’s a small pause.
“Try it on,” Sly says.
Against her better judgment, the Inspector slowly dons the blue jacket.
It feels snug, but not too tight to cause any discomfort. The fox looks at her reflection in the window.
“You look good in it. A perfect fit.”
“...Thank you, Ringtail.”
He smiles warmly, his eyes twinkling. “Anything for you.”
Sly eyes the Inspector’s Christmas present in his hands. “So, can I open this?”
“Well yeah, I did wait for you to come to give it to you.”
The thief carefully unwraps the gift.
A photograph?
He turns the photo in the frame around and-
His heart jumps into his throat.
It’s a picture of him as a young child, along with his mother and father. His parents are smiling at the photographer, while Sly plays with a toy in front of them.
“...How…?”
Carmelita flashes a small grin. “Found it in your Evidence box. I think Interpol confiscated it when-”
She stops for a moment, then continues. “Well, all that matters is that I have returned it to it’s rightful owner.”
The vixen can’t see his face, because his blue cap is in the way. But she sees him tremble.
Her eyes reflect concern. “...Sly?”
Carmelita takes a step closer. Had she upset him?
Suddenly, the thief wraps his arms around her. She freezes up, and Sly starts crying in her shoulder.
“H-Hey! Don’t mess up the jacket!”
“T-Thank you, C-Carmelita. Thank you.”
His voice is so...emotional. Before she can stop herself, she reciprocates the hug.
The fox and raccoon stand there, embracing for an undetermined amount of time. Eventually, the thief pulls back from the hug and wipes his eyes.
“I wish I could kiss you, honestly.”
She holds up her hand. “Not today, Ringtail.”
He grins suggestively. “Then I’ll have to steal it from you next time.”
She huffs and rolls her eyes. “Whatever, I’m going home.”
He looks...disappointed. “Don’t you celebrate Christmas with your family?”
Carmelita tenses. “Not really.”
“...Oh. Well, if you ever want some company-”
“I’m good.”
Sly gazes at her softly. “Remember Carmelita: you’ll never be my enemy.”
Inspector Fox nods, then brushes past him to collect her things.
“You better take off before someone sees you.”
“...Okay.”
He turns back to her office window, opens it, and climbs over the sill.
“Carmelita…”
“Yes?”
“I hope that one day you find someone to celebrate the holidays with. You deserve it more than anyone.”
The vixen doesn’t know how to respond. So she says nothing, and when she turns around the thief is gone in the night.
She stands there, staring at the open window.
Me too, she thinks.
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Rain
“Cooper?”
Inspector Fox calls out to the outlaw raccoon. He stands on the roof of the building, the building that the Inspector saw his familiar silhouette.
He doesn’t respond.
“...Sly? Say something…”
The rain pours down on the two mammals, and Sly turns around to face her, his cap shielding his eyes.
“Arrest me.”
Her eyes widen. “I beg your pardon?”
“I surrender. Arrest me.”
“...Why?”
“Do you need a reason? I’m a wanted man, so arrest me.”
“Not until you tell me what your problem is.”
He tilts his head upwards, his chocolate eyes making contact with her amber ones.
He’s angry.
“Why are you making this so difficult?”
“Because I want to know why you’re upset.”
“Why do you even care?”
She opens her mouth to respond, but no sound comes out.
He folds his arms and huffs. “Just get it over with. I’m done running.”
“...Sly...I don’t like this…”
“God damn it! Arrest me!”
His scream cuts through the air like a razor. Carmelita is grateful that it’s late, so no one is to around to hear.
She frowns. “Do not talk to me that way.”
He covers his eyes with his hand. Carmelita unhooks her pistol and removes her handcuffs, drops them on the rooftop, then kicks them away.
“There. No cuffs and no gun. Let’s talk like adults.”
She marches over to the master thief, face to face with him.
“What’s your problem?”
He doesn’t reply.
“I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me.”
“...I…”
She cocks her head. “Yes?”
“I never asked for this.”
“Elaborate.”
“...I never wanted to be a Cooper. I was just born into the family, and my dad always talked about how being a Cooper was the best thing that could happen to me. That we were basically a whole family of Robin Hoods.”
“So why did you become a thief if you didn’t want to in the first place?”
“I never said I didn’t want to be a thief. I said I didn’t want to be a Cooper.”
“...Because?”
There’s a pause.
“Because we’re cursed.”
Carmelita tilts an eyebrow. “...Cursed?”
“My family was the best at what they did. But it came at a price.”
“Clockwerk was so hateful of the Coopers, that he basically killed them all but me. And he’s not the only one. My family, myself included, have made numerous enemies. Eventually, those enemies will catch up to me.”
“Your point?”
“Bentley is paralyzed. Murray left. My parents and relatives are dead. And eventually you-”
He cuts himself off.
The vixen cocks her head. “So, you’re upset because you have too many enemies? You’re upset because you’re part of an ancient family of thieves?”
He doesn’t speak.
She scoffs. “So...you’re just giving up? You’re just throwing in the towel because you believe in some sort of stupid curse?”
“I-”
Carmelita talks over him. “Do you even hear yourself? You, Sly Cooper, are basically throwing a tantrum because the consequences of your actions have caught up to you?
“I’m going to lay down some tough love on you,” she continues. “Literally everyone has enemies. Everyone believes in something different. Despite your genetic circumstances, you are not that different from a lot of people on this planet.”
Sly is silent. Carmelita keeps talking.
“Everyone has skeletons in their closets. Everyone’s actions have consequences, and those consequences will resurface one day. But, that doesn’t mean that giving up now will make it all stop.”
“If you really want to give up and go to jail, the handcuffs are right there. But I don’t think that’s what you really want. What you really want is your life to be easy, but it doesn’t work that way.”
“Yes, your friends are hurt. Yes, your family is dead. And yes, maybe one day something might happen to me too. But that does not mean you call it quits; it means you try harder.”
Sly gazes at her in a way that Carmelita cannot explain.
“Life is not a cakewalk. It would be nice if it was, but it isn’t. If you really want something, you have to keep pushing for it.”
“You have made it this far, Cooper. Why should you give up now?”
The rain continues to pour down on the two of them.
“Inspector…”
“What?”
“...You love me…?”
Carmelita’s cheeks turn red. “I didn’t mean-”
He grins. The twinkle in his eyes returning. “You said ‘tough love~’”
“It was a figure of speech!”
“Right…”
“I do NOT-”
“You love me~! You love me~!”
The vixen shrieks in rage. “Oh, that’s it.”
The fox woman sprints towards her cuffs and shock pistol.
“You are SO going to-”
She turns around, and Sly Cooper is gone.
“Ringtail?”
The Inspector looks around. Then, she sees a calling card, soggy from the rain, sitting where Sly was standing.
She approaches the card and removes it from the wet rooftop.
Carmelita sighs. She’s too tired to call it in, so she just pockets the card and gets out of the rain.
See you next time, raccoon.
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Paraglider
The two mammals burst the doors of the mountain stronghold open. They sprint across the snowy plateau of the summit.
Behind them, the stronghold’s guards pursue the duo, but are much slower given the equipment strapped to their bodies.
“This way! The snow mobile’s right around the corner!”
But as soon as the raccoon man says that, he turns the corner and sees the vehicle destroyed.
“...Oh crap…”
The yelling behind the raccoon and the fox gradually increases in volume.
The thief looks around frantically, and turns to the cliff side of the wintry mountain. Then, a light-bulb goes off in his brain.
He rips off his small backpack and takes out a large, tightly folded piece of nylon.
“Do you trust me?”
“What?”
“Do you trust me?” The raccoon asks again, his tone more stern.
“Honestly? No.”
“Well, you’re gonna have to if you don’t want to become a popsicle.”
“...Ringtail?”
He extends his arms, his hands gripping the strings of the nylon item.
“Carmelita, if you want to live, hold onto me now.”
“What the fu-”
“NOW!”
The vixen turns behind her, the voices of the guards getting louder.
Reason flung aside, the Inspector jumps into the thief’s arms.
“Hang on tight.”
Carmelita grips the back of his shirt and wraps her legs around his waist. He suddenly sprints to the edge of the cliff.
“Cooper!?!”
He ignores her horrified yell, and he jumps.
The vixen wants to scream as she falls with him, but her teeth are glued shut from the shock of the abrupt dive.
Suddenly, the nylon item unfurls above them and transforms into some sort of parachute.
The rapid descent turns into a calm, steady float downwards. The Inspector’s eyes are as wide as dinner plates as she looks around.
The scenery is...unexplainable. The two of them gently sway in the air, away from the mountain into the Swiss valley.
Carmelita breathes as if she’s suffocating, and looks down, which proves to be a mistake.
She screws her eyes shut and grips the raccoon tighter.
“Don’t worry,” he laughs. “I gotcha.”
“How in the hell are you laughing this off?”
“You’ve never done this before?”
“Done what? Toying with certain death??”
“Well, besides that, I meant parachuting. Doesn’t Interpol have parachuting classes or something?”
“Ringtail, I am Detective Inspector, not a secret agent.”
He chuckles. “Could’ve fooled me.”
Carmelita keeps her eyes shut and rests her head on his shoulder, the cold wind whipping her braided hair.
After a few more minutes of gliding, the vixen begins to relax, just a little.
She doesn’t want to open her eyes, so she tries to focus on something else.
He smells nice.
The intrusive thought makes the young fox’s internal temperature spike. She quickly shoves the idea in a dark corner of her brain.
“My paraglider isn’t designed for two, so we’re actually falling a little faster than usual.”
Carmelita doesn’t reply.
“Maybe I’ll ask Bentley to design a bigger one, just in case this happens again.”
“NO. No way. This will NEVER happen again. I’ll make sure to it.”
He laughs again, and she feels very, very warm.
Eventually, the green and white valley begins to get closer and closer. After a few more minutes, Sly speaks.
“Brace yourself.”
The two of them tumble in the grass on a hill as they land. After a few seconds of silence, Sly speaks again.
“Carmelita?”
“Wh-What?”
“You...can let go of me now.”
The Inspector’s eyes snap open and she quickly untangles from the raccoon thief. She carefully gets up from the ground, her breathing coming in rapid bursts.
Sly says nothing, he just gazes at Carmelita, with a wide grin on his face.
“What are you grinning at?”
“Nothing. You’re just cute.”
“Oh, screw you.”
She turns around and marches down the hill.
“Aren’t you going to capture me?”
“After today??? Forget it. I’ve already had enough excitement for a lifetime.”
He laughs, Carmelita walks a little faster.
“See you next time, ‘Lita.”
“Not for a long time. I’m taking immediate vacation when I get back to Paris.”
His laughter erupts, and it echoes across the valley.
Something inside the vixen swells upon hearing his laughter.
(She’ll never tell him.)
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