#thank you to kaylee for writing a vi n roo ficlet that inspired this

[polyboros]

crime au! the wyatt masons are a group of people trained to impersonate and replace high level crime folks, roo and vi mason are siblings. tw for blood and injury and guns! your typical crime au things. google doc title for this work was “dig your own grave.”

it would be a lie, to say that roo was predestined to fail. they excelled in all the places they had to, knew how to shoot and lie and mimic and all the other bullshit the masons asked of them. maybe that’s why they got fed up in the first place—nothing to prove, if you’ve already proved it all.

maybe it started when they showed up to virginia and the guy they were supposed to replace was already replaced, but hey! who’re they to judge someone else’s con?

it gives them the perfect opportunity. a little lie here, a little faked info here, and roo is sitting pretty in some other state, planning their next heist. (smashing their phone is a stupid move. cutting off all contact with the other masons besides vi for months is a stupid move. they can lie their way out of those. they’ve lied their way out of worse.)

learning how to be a mechanic here, robbing a bank there, doing a hit to pay the rent over there, and roo slips, a little. and slips a little more.

so it’s not really a surprise when they walk into their apartment and someone’s got a gun pointed at them, now is it?

“don,” roo says, easy as anything, hands slipping out of their pockets to motion in surrender. “thought mia would’ve replaced your ass by now?”

don elliott huffs a laugh, rifle trained on them. “we’ve got a little deal going with the masons. take care of you, and mia’s out of there.”

their breath quickens, a little. “am i not a good enough fucking example of someone who’s gotten away?”

he makes a jerky little gesture towards the gun he’s holding, and roo grimaces, twists it into a grin. “fair ‘nough.”

don gets a shot off, and then there’s a knife embedded in his abdomen. it’s certainly not roo’s best work, but there’s blood coming out of their side, give them a break. it’s enough to give them time to run, grabbing the backpack by the door and sprinting. it’s enough to get them away.

breaking and entering’s such a small little thing on roo’s list of crimes that they don’t even bat an eye at getting into the nearest for-sale house. it’s just a graze, they find. bleeding like a bitch, though. the adrenaline wears off, and they collapse in the bathroom, sorting through their own medical supplies with one hand.

don won’t bother to follow. not yet, anyway. has to deal with the little stab wound, first.

“there’s no fucking way i can tell vi about this,” they mumble, a little hysterical. laughs when the buzz of their phone reverberates against the tile—the vi themself, asking if they got home safe.

duh, they text back, fingers staining the screen with bloodied prints. i’m always safe.

#rai ramble comp #minific reward #blaseball #crime au #thank you to kaylee for writing a vi n roo ficlet that inspired this #sometimes you get got<3