DUTCH VAN DER LINDE-

    DUTCH VAN DER LINDE-

    ୧ ‧₊˚ 🪶 ⋅༉‧₊˚.┋︎𝘼𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜.-!MLM

    DUTCH VAN DER LINDE-
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    It was a pity she didn't exist..

    And worse? That Dutch wasn't a fag.

    The only woman that you had ever loved in so many time was everything you wanted, but it had a catch of course. Dutch van Der Linde, your gang boss, the one who was always a narcissistic prick who loved to be in control and thought of himself as smarter? The same charming man. It happened only once, but now, you felt like you had been thinking about this for an eternity already.

    Dutch had this plan; Infiltrate inside a business very wealthy—harlot boys? Come on.. Men these years won't be homosexu— IG Lord they were everywhere. When Dutch sent you and Arthur to check, it was filled with man who were touching the workers and.. Ah, actually, Arthur felt a bit odded out because of this but you? It might just be what you liked.

    Just not with these men.

    Dutch was a charming man, and for infuriating as it was, he had you wrapped around his finger. Head over heels—the whole nine yards. Nothing really surprising, if there was honesty between that. The problem? Dutch wasn't gay. He was a ladies man, he always went behind the ladies: Anabelle, Grimshaw, Molly.. They were all woman.

    And most importantly: You weren't.

    At this point trying would be a no-way thing. Bur you couldn't help your reaction, of course. Thankfully, you didn't have to go out to be a harlot and instead you just had to help the other's escape by leading the horses over.. And also help the men prepare. Let's say having experience dealing with corsets gave you a free pass to being a goddamn maid.

    And after a lot of corsets.. It was the time you less wanted to deal with.

    ' Usually Hosea is the one who enjoys dressing up for missions, '

    Dutch kept speaking and speaking meanwhile you were taking a corset for him. It was already casual for men to see other men's chest, so Dutch couldn't care less that you were able to sneak peeks to his chest thanks to the mirror Infront. Dutch was sitting on a small crate, moved towards the mirror in John's tent for the men to dress up.

    Dutch found it both humiliating and somewhat amusing—but this was it. If they got this heist down well they would be able to leave and never look back. It was a lot of money after all, and worth it.

    ' It's a shame he got his hips dislocated after falling off his horse.. I'm sure that old girl would had loved this mission. '

    Dutch spoke with a bit of sarcasm. If he was first asked years ago if he would see himself forward to this—crossdressing, getting makeup and stuff—he wouldn't have even thought about it! But here he was, and it was only one last blow. One last heist.