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[derthief-dieb]

Chapter 1 - Vanilla Latte

It felt like it had been forever since she had been back here - her apartment. It may have only been a few hours, but it felt like it had been longer. YN’s home was small, intimate, and cozy. A nice and warm sitting area, next to a functional enough kitchen, and two rooms down a small hallway. 

There was no time to enjoy the peace though, as she slugged her way into her bedroom, not even bothering to turn on the light - preferring to just unload her duffel bag. She had already sent the painting off, and was left to just unload her tools… and that letter. 

At the time, she had panicked a little and forgot to put the letter back before making her escape. It was only when she was a few streets away she realized she was clutching the letter tightly still. 

So now the burden of knowledge sat with her a little longer. Should she burn it? Hand it in? Ignore it? Sneak it back? 

None of those options seemed particularly enticing - well maybe burning it but that just felt wrong. 

She’d think about it more in the morning, for now, she needed sleep. 

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“Nah, I just had a stressful night is all. Nothing to worry about”

“Are you sure? Because, no offense, but you look awful”

She wasn't wrong - the waitress at the coffee shop that is, YN had thought the same when she looked in the mirror this morning. 

“Thanks, appreciate it” she sarcastically rolled her eyes. 

The waitress giggled slightly 

“No problem, friend!” 

Lisa was a sweet girl, kind and always willing to help, a bit of a busybody, but she always meant well. YN appreciated her for it, sure, she’d never share the details of what she did for work with the brunette, but she was good to talk to about literally anything else. Plus, she made a damn good cup of coffee. 

“I suppose I should be heading off now, gotta go report back to my boss” 

“Ah, I see - what is it you do again?”

There it was, she always did ask but- 

“Nothing too important, just a few deliveries here and there”

“Right… want a coffee to go?”

“Sure”

Lisa must have been a wizard or something because not seconds later she had a piping hot coffee ready - YN supposed that she had probably prepared it before even asking. 

“Thanks” YN waved, grabbing the coffee and heading off out the door. 

She only briefly bumped into a man on the way out - a polite dark-haired man she saw in here regularly, 

“Sorry,” she briefly apologized, sidestepping to let him through,

“No problem” he smiled, before heading off to order whatever he was getting. 

YN shrugged it off, and headed out, down the street. She had places to be and people to see after all, she didn't have time to stop and gawk at every attractive guy she met.

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masterpost

a little short ik

[derthief-dieb]

Chapter 1 - Forget-me-not

Picturesque. Perfect. Yet… homely. It was a small mansion, somewhat modest in size - or, at least, as modest as a mansion can get. Against the backdrop of a nighttime cityscape, it stood dormant, much like its closest neighbors, all but one. 

This was the target. 

Well, more specifically, the painting inside the master study was the target. And that's exactly where the Thief would be heading. YN LN. master thief extraordinaire. A true professional in the art of trespassing and stealing. Not that it was technically a real profession, but people paid her for it, so it was good enough as one. 

Besides, it's what she was good at - her skills were best suited to this kind of job rather than any other job there was for her out there. She’d tried - many times, the longest she lasted was as a cashier at some supermarket. It took an entire year before she got bored and started messing around on the job, and another three months before they fired her for it. 

Ultimately, burglary is what she fell back to. 

Back to the job;

This one was rather simple, a little boring for her tastes, get into the building, find the master study, steal the painting hanging above the mantle piece. It was boring and uneventful - at least, thats how it was shaping up to be as she moved through darkened corridors with ease - not even a creak in the floor boards to send her anxiety sky rocketing! No fun to be had at all. The art of theft was lost on this palace - stupidly easy to get in, stupidly easy to move through, and stupidly easy to navigate. 

Perhaps that's why she began snooping around. After stealing the painting, of course. A beautiful piece - a pearly white vase full of wild, blue forget-me-nots. It was almost a shame to take it down and roll it up. But that's what she did, before eventually moving over to the desk in the room. Cluttered and untidy and covered in paper - various documents and letters and other such things, of course, YN didn’t hesitate to swipe up a few of the letters and give them a quick read. 

She’d done this before, on other jobs, and usually, it wasn’t an issue, there was never anything to be concerned about, just a few funny little tidbits about someone's personal life - this however, the contents of these letters made her face pale and her blood run cold. This was - they were plans. Nothing too detailed, but there was enough for her to understand what was going on. 

The writer of this letter and the man it was mailed too had plans to meet up to discuss something of great importance to them both. It was only briefly touched on in the letter but… well, the plans they wanted to discuss in more detail - how to remove the SSS from the playing field.

Honestly, if not for the evidence in her hands, YN would have had a hard time believing it - afterall, who in their right mind would discuss something like this through mere letters - something so easitl interceptable! But alas, the letters sat in her hands, and she wasnt sure what to do with them. 

Does she report this to the SSS? Say something? Do something?! Ah! But what can she do? She's a thief: a criminal. What would she say - ‘Oh, I was just in the middle of stealing some painting when I decided to intrude on this poor man a little more and found some letters about how they are planning to ‘get rid’ of the SSS’. no! She couldn’t do that. An anonymous tip then - also not possible, see, the whole thing with the SSS was that they were secret - not many people, if anyone at all, outside of themselves knew who actually worked there. It was a dilemma, but YN tried to reason with herself a little - she didn't need to report it or tell anyone - there was no concrete proof, just some ideals and plans to meet up and discuss something in person in a letter. There was no threat to life - no clear threat anyway, so it would be fine if she didn't say anything, right? 

YN didnt have much time to ponder on it though, as she heard footsteps fast approaching the study; had she been discovered? Probably not, but it wouldnt be a good idea to stick around. 

Looking around the room, she spotted the window behind her and hastily pushed it open, slipping out quietly just as the study door opened up. 

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chapter 1 done! I'm actually feeling motivated to write this right now.

No Yuri yet, but he'll turn up soon.

master post ~

[derthief-dieb]

Master Post

hiii, this is a tumblr blog I've created for a fanfiction I'm going to try writing! a spy x family / Yuri Briar x Reader fanfiction - I don't see enough of these around and decided I wanted to write one. this is the master post for the chapters of this story, as well as a brief introduction.

“I’m a thief. I steal things - money, valuables, information, give me a fair price and I’ll get you what you want. It’s what I'm good at. It’s my job.  now, I know my moral standing isn't great, trust me, I know. That doesn't mean I don't at least have some morals. Like… if you knew someone was gonna die - they were gonna be murdered - you’d tell them, right? 

Normally yes. But what do you say when that someone is a member of the SSS?  See why I’m having trouble with this?  Now, don't get me wrong! I have nothing against the SSS, and I certainly wouldn't wish any of them dead, but uh… I'm a thief. Naturally, I don't get along with police, secret or not, so what am I - a criminal to do, when I learn that there's a small group of people out there looking to take on the secret police? What am I - a CRIMINAL supposed to do when I find this information in the middle of a theft? What am I - the criminal thief supposed to do when I panicked and stole the letters detailing the plan supposed to do?  Well, I suppose I'm supposed to tell the SSS”

Chapter 1 - forget-me-not Chapter 2 - Vanilla Latte

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just want to note, this is, in part, an experiment. 1 - to get a feel for using tumblr on browser and 2 - to try writing an actual fanfiction on here as opposed to just one shots