#estierre

Pierresteban secret service AU.

Agents Gasly and Ocon stalk down a hallway, ringed by halos of fluorescent light. They've just been reamed out by their Director for a particularly messy extraction - the target had survived, but created a huge ruckus on the way out, costing the agency additional fees in bribes and hush money to not cause a fuss.

Back at HQ, the agents walk with determination, not looking at each other. Somehow it always turns into a race, the two of them zooming down the stretch of hallway even though there isn't a prize, except maybe two seconds of satisfaction and bragging rights.

Neither is sure when this discord had truly started. They'd been close growing up, challenging each other at every Boy Scout exercise. Pushing with every additional mile, extending every pushup once they’d been to military school. They'd come up through the ranks, two French cadets, then recruited by the French security forces. Several swings and roundabouts later, they've finally ended up at the elite wing of the DGSE.

(Ocon had been the one to arrive first, handling missions just fine, if a little inconsistent in his approach. Gasly had been on a sensitive joint project with MI6 until they unceremoniously kicked him out. The first day that Gasly was returned and was introduced as Ocon’s new partner, Ocon had laughed in the Director's face, only to realise that the woman wasn't kidding.)

Yes it's Halloween but it's also Pierresteban day (31.10) 😊

My beloveds