#icyroad

Relasonship Stealth 101

Summary: back during Shadowsan's training days he found his two superiors in a mire domestic moment.

Nigel sighed and threw himself into the couch in Gunnar's office. He was exhausted. Between his finishing year in Oxford and apprenticeship in the local police station and vile, he just wanted a moment with his boyfriend. "Where is that boney ba-"

"Nigel?" The brit perked up hearing the other man's voice. "Darling, what took you so long?" Nigel huffed out walking towards him, his arms wrapped around his shoulders. "And people call me possessive." Gunnar teased peeking the other man's cheek. "I'm not possessive, I'm tired." The man sighed pulling the thinner man onto the couch.

Shadowsan had just finshed his training, on one of the rare occasions Wolf was actually there. "But how would one sneak into an office, especially in a museum?" Shadowsan asked as wolf sauntered next to him. "Ah well, I'll show ya!" He smiled jerking his head to the side. "I'll use, ah! Caspers office!" He smiled pointing to a door, Shadowsan was confused for a moment until he read the name on the door. "But that is professor Maelstrom's office?" He explained, the questioning tone faint as he spoke. "You're right rookie... here." He took out a camera and gave it to him. "Click here, is it... yeah it's on. Oh Brunt'll love this." He chuckled. Shadowsan hummed and pointed it as instructed. "Here come closer might as well show you how to pick a lock." He took out two small tolls and thw door clicked open.

To Gunnar and Nigel kissing on the couch. They were sat close, their knees knocked together as Gunnar's hand was resting on Nigel's waist and Nigel's hand was on the others cheek. They clearly didn't notice the two at the door as they were in their own world.

"Hey love brids!" Wolf greeted making he two abruptly stop. "WOLF!" Maelstrom yelled, Shadowsan chuckled slightly as he and wolf ran off. "Oh my lord." Nigel murmured pinching the bridge of his nose. Gunnar huffed and sat back down kissing Nigel's cheek. "He picked the lock, clearly he was trying to show off to a student." He hummed. "And you can tell?" "There was student beside him when he was running off love." Nigel sighed and rested his head on Gunnar's shoulder. "Lovely, we really should go to a different room next time." He hummed in thought Gunnar shrugged and snaked his arm around Nigel's wait. "Maybe we will."

Young Maelstrom x Roundabout is one of my faves! I want more of these :,(

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A roundabout confession

Summary.

Maelstrom plants some red herrings so roundabout doesn't get caught. {Kinda an au thing where nigel doesn't get caught during the jolly good Caper.}

Round looked at the failed mission. The wall of the police van across from him. He thought over everything. Everything he'll forget and lose, his power, the curel and cunning wit... his love. He had his eyes shut ubtill her heard a small his and opened his eyes to see a light blue gas filling the van, he went inciver his mouth only to inhale the fumes making him light headed and dizzy. He falls back against the back of the van, passing out due to the fumes.

The V.I.L.E head quarters were silent as the faculty all looked at the screen. "Shame ol' roundy didn't work. An' he was tha last one too." Coach Brunt commented looking over at the silent man beside her. "A shame indeed... but. As he is the last, let's see how he can get himself out of this." Maelstrom hummed. Countess rolled her eyes and stood. "Very well then. We'll see." She huffed out, leaving the room followed by Maelstrom.

Maelstrom was in his room looking at the unconscious man in his bed. "My love. I promise I'll fix this for you. Soon, it'll merely be water under the bridge." He murmured to Nigel. He looked at people who looked similar to nigel and who would have a possible motive to cause this and had no albi. As difficult as it seemed, he found it nearly immediately. He smriked. "Oh darling." He hummed, kissing Nigel's cheek.

Nigel woke up, his head pounding. He was in Gunnar's room. "Gunnar?" He called out, pushing himself up. Looking to his side, there was a newspaper. "What..." he muttered, reading the headline. 'Nigel Braithwaite frame for the theft of the crown jewels.' "What did he do." He whispered then the door opened. "You're awake." He smiled sitting next to him.

They shared a soft kiss. Slow and sweet. "How?" Nigel asked softly once they separated. "I have my ways, darling." Maelstrom answered with a gentle peck to the others' lips.

Casper darling.

Roundabout walked around the new vile base, a castle, so extravagant yet hidden perfectly. His cane tapped calmly along the floor, the faint tapping of other footsteps soon joined his, as did an icy hand on his hip.

"Gunnar." He murmured looking at the paler man who was barely a step away from him. He sneered and came closer, the bodies mere inches apart. "Roundabout..." Mealstrom's tone was grave and sent shivers down the Brit's spine as he took Roundabout's hand and kissed it. "Hmm... how have things been, Casper." He tease, slipping his hand for Mealstrom's as the other man stood, stunned for a moment.

"What? Can't I have my fun?" He teased again, this time Gunnar grabbed his hand and pulled him forward, the hall was vacant as the two men had a rare time alone. "Must you use that nickname?" Gunnar groaned in annoyance as his lover chuckled. "Yes." Nigel chuckled as Gunnar's hands rested on his waist. "I think it suits you." He whispered, his hands coming to wrap themselves around his shoulders again as they looked deep into each other's eyes. But Nigel looked down the hall. "Strange... the halls seem rather... vacant." He murmured as Gunnar leaned in closer he glanced with a sigh. "Yes..." He hummed, standing up straighter, pulling Nigel with him. "They glanced, seeing a familiar black of a stealth suit, Nigel's face heat up.

Gunnar smirked. "Flustered are we?" Nigel glared at Gunnar as he teased him. "Oh, shut it you!" He huffed, pushing Gunnar lightly. "Who do you think that was?" He hummed taking Gunnar's hand, the feeling of his leather gloves making Gunnar smile, they were the only ones he had stolen for him... "Does it really matter, Roundabout?" Gunnar rolled his eyes, his thumb absentmindedly brushing over Nigel's. He hummed and shrugged.

"I suppose... let's go somewhere less... open, shall we?" Nigel glanced seeing Gunnar's cock smirk, he pushed the taller man and huffed. "Oh, you dirty-minded! Gunnar!" He huffed making Gunnar laugh as he came back closer. Snaking his hand around Nigel's waist with a smile. Nigel sighed and rated against him. "Tease." He murmured as they made their way to Gunnar's office.

Nigel looked at the new tanks set up, jellyfish calmly bobbing in the water. "I'm glad you were able to transport your jellyfish, Gunnar, I-oh!" Nigel yelped, Gunnar was now right beside him, averting his gaze, Nigel chuckled at the rare sight. "What? Why so bashful all of a sudden?" Nigel teased as Gunnar gave him a playful glare. "Well..." a small click of something opening made Nigel look down

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An... engagement ring?!

Roundabout x professor Maelstrom {or any cannon x cannon}

The "cannon" {it's a head cannon for the show itself/ a relationship that could be within the current show}

Jailbreak au. {Where the vile faculty escape prison, obv}

Reform au {idk what it's actually called, but like when vile opratives/ faculty go to team red/ acme.}

This ship is in most aus without OCs or aus where an oc defects to team red/ acme.

Bishop x Roundabout {or any oc x cannon}

Mainly, if not always in aus with ocd that are in vile/ where the oc and faculty mebee/ oprative defects from vile/ acme. {Basically, any au with OCs. And Bishop is from @st0r-fruit's heartfelt au}

Giorria {or child/ under age ocs}

A tirp to an icy past

Summary

Roundabout wakes up in the middle of the night next to maelstrom and looks back at what landed him there.

A/n: Please comment and fic or hc ideas I desperately need more.

Nigel groaned. He awoke to ice-cold hands wrapped around him and the ghostly figure of his love laying quietly against him. "Mmh..." he huffed, slipping on his glasses to read the time. One o'clock at night. He sighed and slipped back under the sheets, looking at the man he called his boyfriend. "How did we end up like this?" He asked himself.

Training. It felt like a day ago, yet it had been over thirty years. He remembered the old base, the smell of their dorms. "Nigel." An icy voice sneered. "A casper. I was wondering when you'd appear." He joked as Gunnar shot him a daggered glare. "You bastard! You looked me in a closet." He huffed, pointing at the taned man. "How brave of you to come out." Nigel joked, walking away only to be pulled back by his collar falling into Gunnar's arms.

"I have ever right to kill you, Braithwaite." He growled though all Nigel could think was how attractive he looked from this metaphoric angel. Gunnar pushed him back up and left, leaving Nigel fluster. "Christ." He muttered, slapping his forehead. "I'm falling in love with a ghost." He scolded himself.

His mind moved to present the man he once loathed, waking up with a sigh. He kissed his forehead. "Sorry, my love, did I wake you?" He murmured, Maelstrom shook his head. "No, dear. Though you should go back to sleep. This is no hour to be awake." Gunnar hummed, pulling the brit in closers they were facing each other.

One final kiss the the forehead goodnight and they slept. Wrapped in their lovers arms. One moment of a domestic life they could never truly live.

Ok then! More...

•~●ICYROAD●~• HEADCANNONS!

° As I said before, Maelstrom is, in part, reason for one of Roundabout’s exes ending up in jail. This was because of a threat sent to Roundabout by his ex. While he just brushed it off, Maelstrom didn't. He managed to get them sent to jail through framing [idk how to spell frame-ing] them for a break in and robbery after nothing being done with the threats.

° while Roundabout does work when sick whenever he is unwilling, pulled away from his work, he does love having a somewhat domestic moment with his lover. He loves just talking with Maelstrom, and Maelstrom's love language is words of affection and just quality time spent with Nigel, which naturally doesn't happen too often.

° whenever roundabout comes around for monthly visits, Gunnar is the first to meet him first to speak to him and take nigel to his designated room, even though they share Gunnar's bed and room regardless.

° Gunnar is always cold. It's his natural state, but in comparison, Nigel is always incredibly hot, so while they sleep, they usually end up wrapped up with each other.

° when they were both training Nigel's favourite nickname for Gunnar was casper the not so friendly ghost. He'd usually only call him casper lovingly, of course. But Gunnar's favourite nickname for nigel was the lonely musketeer.

° During their training days, they didn't think they liked each other. Consequently there was always a battle, be it of swords or wits, and tension was high but, while Nigel found out his feelings first, Gunnar feel hard. He had never felt like that, the way he did when arguing, hearing Nigel huff, he feel like a lead balloon!

° out of pure devilment Nigel would remind him about their training days together, calling him casper in a whisper while they work or some other line.