#and like that just also something she knows he didn't want her or anyone (let alone fucking j*ker) knowing so her aiming for a non deathblo

[lovemomhatepolice]

drew starkey nswf alphabet (part 2)

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) There is no chance that it will touch you after alcohol. That is, when only you are after alcohol. Even though you are in a relationship and even though you trust each other implicitly, THERE IS NO SUCH OPTION. Even if you look at him with your pleading eyes, even dripping, no. Well, unless you are both slightly tipsy and then you land in each other's arms, even more willingly than usual (which is all too strange)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Heck, you guys are even fighting over it. There's no way you're going to get around it without plowing both ways. Drew loves, LOVES to lie between your thighs - oh and you love how he is there, because your man is very talented. But you also take his breath away as you climb into his lap and caress him with your mouth. Let's hope it never ends, right?

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Let's be honest - Drew is a man of a million talents. You want him to fuck you hard, with your face pressed into a pillow, begging for it to stop, even though you don't really want it to - he will. If you're in a romantic mood and want to seal it with sex, he'll be sensual and calm. Whatever you desire

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) If you do not have the opportunity to have sex longer, quickies also are ok. But as I mentioned, Drew doesn't like to skip the “elements�� of your intercourse, so quickies are not to his liking. But sometimes you both want it, and what can you do?

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) This man is turning 31!!! (Funnily enough - he turns it tomorrow) We all seem to know very well how well he takes care of his sister-in-law. So it's no wonder he doesn't mind if you don't use protection or are not on the pill. Oh, he would love to have children with you, even if you are quite a bit younger. If you were ready, he could fuck you all night long just to put that baby inside you

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) It depends on how aroused he is. Usually you can easily do two-three rounds if you are not tired. Drew doesn't like to finish after one round, who would he be if he didn't fondle his woman to her limits?

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He has. Not a lot, but I think she keeps a vibrator at her house to sometimes support her actions and improve your sex. He's not some big fan, but he likes to experiment

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He doesn't do it all that often - in fact, mostly when you're heavily aroused against him, and he (due to the fact that he's quite elderly) takes a little advantage of it. He prolongs with doing you good with his mouth, moves slowly inside you, oh, but how he returns the favor afterwards

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Oh, he is loud! Drew doesn't suppress his moans, loud breaths or saying how wonderful you are to him, how beautiful your body is and how much he loves you. He is sonorous and I think that is his advantage. Imagine that damn sexy voice of his worshiping you...

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Maybe it's because he's an actor - and such a perversion came out of his work, or maybe he just saw such a thing once in a porn. Drew had the thought, and more than once, of having sex with you as one of his film characters. I don't know, he wanted to get into Rafe's or Trevor's shoes and fuck you like they could (meaning he could)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Drew has a lot to show off. He's all big, so it's also no surprise that his boxers are constantly bulging. But I guess that doesn't bother anyone, right? Especially in your bed, as you finally feel as full as you should

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) There are times when he can behave himself and tries not to pay so much attention to how sexy his girlfriend is, but this is rare. Even at the family home, he tries to take you aside, at least for a moment to go to the restroom to have a hot kissing session, and then go back to the family as if nothing ever happened. Oh, he can't take his hands off you and it takes so little for him to be at your every beck and call

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) You talk to each other for a long time before you fall asleep, but for Drew, first of all, it is important that you fall asleep first, only then will he feel properly to fall asleep - with the knowledge that his whole world is safe in his arms

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[thesweetestofdreams]

hey gorgeous! I was thinking abt a reader who is a bit of a gym rat and her and James become friends in the gym and every day after the gym he tells rem and siri abt this girl and then one day they all meet somewhere (maybe like grocers i dont know) and the other boys fall in love and then next time they are at the gym James asks her to go on a date with all of them in hogsmeade or something cute like that and they all start going out!!!! Obviously just ignore if that sounded horrific, love you!!💞💞

poly!marauders x reader

A/N: OMg thank you so so much for your request!! I can’t tell you how excited it made me and you’re so incredibly kind! I really hope you enjoy and I hope I did your idea justice. Also let me know if you’d want a part two. I have some ideas!

You poke your head around the corner, eyes searching until you find him. A brick wall of a human, well more like a Greek god. You wave when James’ eyes meet yours in the mirror. He drops his weights and you try not to look at his arms, his hands. 

"You're going lighter," you tease instead, gesturing to his abandoned weights. 

"And you're late." He smiles at you.

"Ugh, I know." Little does he know you were obsessing over every part of your outfit and fussing with your hair. You were down bad, but you knew you couldn't be blamed entirely. You'd seen the looks of other girls, and guys, in the gym whenever James was around, yet somehow you seemed to have garnered his attention.

It all started when he saved you from an unsavory man at the bench press. You'd asked him to spot you, but apparently, he had taken that as more of an invitation than it was. He'd followed you around the gym the entire time, ranting on and on about aspects of himself that he thought made him attractive. After a half-hour of cold shoulder, he still didn't back off. He kept trying to put his hand on your waist, persistently asking for your phone number. 

"Take a hint dude," James said, pulling the man's hand off your waist. He tried to brush James off saying something about how you wanted him there. James made eye contact with you and the look you gave was all he needed. "Seriously man, shove off." Finally, after a particularly withering look from James, the man backed off cursing you for being a tease. 

"Thanks," you said, a hand pressed to your lips, clearly shaken. The whole thing made him incredibly angry. He watched your gaze follow the man across the gym, nervous.

"I'm at the weights if you want to join." The rest was history. Since then James made the gym a safe place for friendly competition and you wouldn't trade it for the world. Even if you did dream of the idea of having something more. 

James had been pretty transparent from the beginning about his relationship. The way he talked about them you felt like you practically knew his boyfriends. He talked about the two almost every chance he got. The way he lit up each time you asked about them, you could tell he loved them. 

"Oh don't let me forget I have something for you," he said from his station at the treadmill next to you. "I was telling Remus about that book you were telling me about, and he said he had one you might like." 

The idea of him talking about you in his home to his boyfriend made your head swim. "You were talking about me?" you half laugh half puff. 

"Of course," he said looking at you like it was the silliest question in the world. "I talk about them when I'm with you." 

By the end of it you were both sweaty messes, but you still let him hang an arm on your shoulder as you left. 

That night James is cooking dinner, and he can’t get his mind off of you. “I'm telling you guys. She's borderline angelic. I mean how can anyone look that good after a workout for real?” 

“I’ve seen you after a good workout Jamesie,” Sirius says, eyes salacious across the kitchen island. 

Pointedly ignoring him, James continues, “She’s just so nice, the sweetest really. I wish you guys could meet her.” He strains noodles over the sink, the steam clouding his glasses. 

“I’m sure she’s lovely, and probably twice as gorgeous as you described, but Remus and I do not do gyms, dear.” 

“You could always invite her for dinner,” Remus says, stirring sauce on the stove. 

“Oh yeah, come on over to my flat and meet my boyfriends even though we never really see each other outside the gym and I could totally be a murderer for all you know.”

“But you’re not a murderer,” Sirius laughs. 

“And how is she supposed to know that?” James pours the pasta into the sauce as Remus stirs.

“If you’re too shy to ask, that’s fine love,” Remus says, knowing exactly what he’s doing. 

You think the grocery stockers are out to get you. Your favorite granola is always on the highest shelf and this time it’s pushed back ungodly far. You're about to climb the shelves when you hear someone behind you. 

“I can help,” the man says. Of course he has to be drop dead gorgeous with honey brown hair and a worn sweater. 

“Thanks,” you say, trying not to fumble over yourself. 

“Oi Moony, they had your ice cream,” you hear from down the aisle, and to your surprise, you know that voice. 

“James?” you call peering over the shoulder of the man trying to hand you your granola. When you see the dark haired man next to James the pieces start to fall into place. There’s James next to what has to be Sirius and the man in front of you must be…

“Remus, I see you’ve met y/n,” James says walking to the two of you. “He must be putting the moves on you. He would just let us struggle.” James winks at you. Remus, on the other hand, is still reeling from your smile. It was like watching the way he feels when he sees James and Sirius played out right on your pretty features. 

Your almost star struck. It feels like meeting celebrities the way James talks about them. “It’s nice to meet you,” you say, smiling wide, hugging the granola to your chest. “James talks about you all the time.” It’s a funny feeling to have faces to add to all the stories you’ve heard before. 

“Funny, we could say the same thing,” Sirius says, giving James a look you don’t quite understand. 

“Sirius was starting to get jealous,” Remus jokes. 

“Yeah, of James,” Sirius says, winking at you. His flirtatious persona falters for a second when you laugh. He’s caught by the sound, and once it's over he already wants to hear it again. James was right, you're magic. “Who’d have thought we’d find an angel in the cereal aisle of all places.”

“Or the gym.” James smiles. 

They’re flirting with you. It feels nice you have to admit, but it’s starting to make your cheeks burn and your head spin.

“It’s been so lovely to meet you,” you say to them both, “but sadly I have to run.” It’s almost like they deflate. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” James asks, expectant. 

“Of course,” you smile, “don’t be late, it’s leg day.” He gives a dramatic groan, but you see his smile never falter. 

As you leave you hear James say, “I told you.” 

James is all smiles the next day, well he’s usually pretty smiley, but he seems particularly bright today. You got there early just to tease him but his expression winds you. 

“How are you?” James always asks like he truly wants to know. 

You set your shoulders, hands on your hips, “ready to crush you.” He answers with a hearty laugh and you fall into the same comfortable routine you’re used to. First is warm up squats. 

“Remus and Sirius were quite taken with you.” You try to stamp down the butterflies in your stomach. It’s not really working. 

“Me? You’re the ones who could be models.” You hope your flustering comes across closer to being winded. You notice James has stopped and now he’s just standing at your side. “Flattery doesn’t get you out of squats James,” you say pointing a finger to the ground.

“Actually I wanted to ask you something,” he says, he looks shy for once, a hand pulling at the back of his neck. You feel your stomach swoop, but you’re not trying to get your hopes up. 

“Of course,” you say, feeling somewhat like a deer in headlights. 

“Well, we were wondering… I mean I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while now, but now they’re really on me. Anyways,” his gaze meets yours, “would you like to go out sometime… with us?” 

“Like a date?” you ask wide-eyed.

“Yeah,” he smiles, “Only if you’d want to though.” You’ve never seen him actually look nervous before. It’s endearing really, charming even.

“Yes,” you say, you’re practically bouncing on your feet, newly energized. “I’d really like that.” 

James smiles wide, it’s a smile he wears with his whole face, crinkling eyes and dimpled cheeks. Just like that James is critiquing your form and things are back to normal, but really they probably just changed forever. 

Hogsmeade is bustling with Autumn. Leaves flood the sides of the streets from where they flutter off stray branches. It’s like a scene from the movies except you’re in it and the scene is yours. You could be floating for all you know. 

Sirius is just as charming as James said. The four of you come upon a wishing well, and Sirius declares that you have to toss it over your shoulder for the wish to come true. After four successful tosses he looks at you conspiratorially. “What’d you wish for?” He smiles at you with a tilt of his head like he thinks he could guess, and you feel a blush burning your cheeks. 

“She can’t tell you, Pads, it won’t come true,” Remus says, shaking his head as he falls into step behind you. Remus asks you about the book he recommended. Bashful, you confess you haven’t finished. He feigns shock but it’s short lived. 

“That’s okay, no spoilers then, for now.” He points a finger in warning. “I can’t make any promises for next time.” Next time, you really like the sound of next time. 

As the night marches forward and the weather grows colder you find yourselves in the three broomsticks, steaming butterbeer warming you from the inside out. Talking to them is borderline dizzying. You’ve never had such undivided attention. Remus listens to everything you say like he’s taking notes, and Sirius like he’s drinking you in, hanging off of everything you say. He has a sharpness to his eyes that would be intense if he wasn’t practically melting into James. James smiles like he has everything in the world.

[mind-intheclouds342]

Do it for them - Co-captain reader x Curly

Previous - Part 9 - Next

You banged on the door of the room where that man was locked up, waking him up abruptly.

"Let's talk"

Jimmy: "I thought visiting hours were over."

He complained, turning around to turn his back to the door.

"Don't try to be funny with me, Jimmy. What the hell did we do to deserve so much hate from you?"

Jimmy: "Don't play innocent, you know very well what you did!"

"Honestly, I have no idea! That's why I'm asking you!"

Jimmy: "Of course, because I was always the shadow of your dear husband. You never turned to look at me again after you got with him, you never smiled at me like you did with him, you didn't even speak to me. It was as if I were invisible to you!"

"Oh, of course I was looking at you!"

Jimmy: "Then why didn't you ever tell me anything?!"

He shouted that, getting up from his bed to head towards the glass that separated them, watching your face to see you when you replied.

"BECAUSE I'VE ALWAYS HATED YOU!"

You screamed with all your lungs, to the point of making your throat hurt.

"You always brought trouble to Curly! He was always so naive, a sucker for approval, of being the good guy in the story, of not letting anyone down! That's why he never abandoned you! I knew better that's why i stopped talking with you! Because you were and are a piece of shit!" 

Jimmy: "Oh, but you talk as if I were the only fucked up one in the story."

"Yes! I admit it! I was also a mess when I met Curly, but I did something, I was able to see beyond that mess I was, he showed me that I could improve, he gave me opportunities that I knew how to take advantage of and become a better person! In someone who could make his mother proud instead of making her cry because she didn't know if he was coming home or not!"

There was a silence when you finished saying that, until you saw him smirk, that reaction you didn't like at all.

Jimmy: "You're right, Curly loves to please, you should know that very well."

"Ugh, for the love of God, I don't know why I try to reason with you, it's impossible."

Jimmy: "But you were the only one who refused to give in to make me happy."

You opened your eyes wide upon hearing that, turning again to the man who still wore that smug smile.

Jimmy: "Just as beautiful and messed up as I am, I thought you would understand me, but then you became a good girl, yet I still hoped you would look at me..."

"Shut up-"

Jimmy: "Oh, and the damn way Curly talked about you, how incredible you are, so kind, hardworking, so beautiful."

"I tell you to shut up-"

Jimmy: "Those lovely moles in the center of your chest that look like a constellation"

"He wouldn't talk about those things with you!"

Jimmy: "I saw it myself"

You felt like you were going to puke at that moment, you didn't want to believe that he had really done something like that to you while you were unconscious, you didn't want your suspicions to be confirmed, you refused to believe it.

"Liar. Anya wouldn't leave me alone, she would lock the nursery door-" 

Jimmy: "Yes, yes, she did that, it was a pain in the ass. Every night when she went to sleep, she locked the nursery with that code that only Curly and she knew... But that place wasn't closed while someone was inside."

"She wouldn't let you get close to me!"

Jimmy: "They were so sweet, Anya staying by your side saying she had to make sure all your signs were okay, and when she left, she would ask Swansea if he could keep an eye on you. But he was so depressed that he didn't dare to stay with you for long, so... I took his place to make sure you were okay."

"In front of Curly..."

You murmured at having to imagine the scene your husband had to witness without being able to do anything about it other than watch.

Jimmy: "That was the funniest thing"

You hugged tightly, feeling a horrible tingling all over your body, as if you were dirty.

Jimmy: "Swansea had no idea about anything, Anya didn't want to talk about it with anyone else. Thanks to her silence, I was able to finally look at that body that you always hide from me, thanks to Swansea's stupidity and feeling sad for his little captain, feeling all guilty and shit."

Swansea: "What did he just say..." 

You turned to see Swansea at the end of the hallway, carrying Jimmy's rations, holding an axe firmly in the other hand; he had managed to hear everything.

"Swansea-"

Swansea: "Open the door, captain"

"Listen - it's not worth it, do you have any idea what they'll do to you if they find out you hurt someone from the crew? Please, I don't want them to lock you up." 

You said immediately, positioning yourself in front of him, trying to get him to see you, but his eyes were glued to the door where he could see Jimmy's face.

Swansea: "How are they going to know? Let's say it was an accident. Open the door!"

You wanted to keep reasoning with him, but you couldn't deny that you also wished he would face consequences for his actions.

You took the axe from his hands, making him look at you annoyed.

"I won't take the risk of you killing him."

Those were your last words before opening the door, Swansea didn't take much more than a few seconds to fully open the door, step inside, and throw himself at Jimmy.

You could hear the sound of the blows, the insults, and the screams.

You stood at the door wide open, axe in hand, watching as the blood spread across the floor with each blow Swansea dealt.

You watched Jimmy and tilted your head, waiting for him to defend himself.

You wouldn't hesitate to cut off his hands if he touched Swansea.

[frogchiro]

Hybrid re AU again 😳

Leon is a lot less grizzled and harsh compared to Jack. He has something of a forbidden friendship with Luis— Jack would say that anyone who isn’t allowed in the house should never be let near kitty, but Leon has seen Luis fighting to keep other coyotes and foxes off the property— he knows the fox won’t hurt you. You watch them play fight sometimes.

Leon still won’t let Luis get his knot in you, but Luis tends to flirt his way around that. What I’m saying is that Luis definitely gives Leon instructions on how to fuck you while he watches. Leon is practically a puppy— lived his whole life on the farm, doesn’t always know what to do to make you mewl, and Luis is happy to help, giving you kisses while you’re stuck on Leon’s knot

Also— Alcina seeing you from a distance and taking a liking. Maybe she’s never seen a domestic cat before— she lives so far remote in the mountain. So to her you’re just like… a little baby. She’s a big cat after all, and you’re so little. And it’s so terrible how those stupid man-things mount and cow you all the time— you’re clearly a little regal thing, like her. She sees your frilly collar and how you’ll bat around a little mouse from time to time— her tiny little huntress. Maybe she thinks you need someone to teach you more— about how to be a big cat.

I'm so happy with the response to the revamped version of the farm au ;;

I actually imagine RE2 Leon for this particular au! Fiercely protective and determined to guard his farm, prove himself and protect but at the same time he is still the fresh faced, bushy tailed rookie! Still has the heart of a pup!

And yes you are right! Where Krauser is a retired military hybrid, huge and experienced, all grizzly bulk, a true wall of muscles, fat and scar tissue who doesn't take shit from anyone, Leon is...well, you don't want to say stupid but he has a boyish charm to him.

Him and Luis have a...complicated friendship. At first Leon chased after him the second he spotted the brown haired fox hybrid sniffing around you but after a while he realized that Luis isn't as bad as Jack made him out to be. He's not pest! In fact he saw him chase away other foxes and coyotes who tried to sneak onto the farm grounds!

And combined with that, Luis's natural foxy charm and his genuine friendly approach to the young hybrid really sold it to Leon. He even allowed Luis to get close to you and actually approach you. No mating or knotting! Just let you two get to know each other better >:( You even got to laze around in the warm sun and watch these two chase each other and play fight which never failed to bring a smile to your face <3

As for Luis's charm...Well, he likes and respects Leon very much and he doesn't want to overuse that trust and friendship so he puts off actually mating with you for later, however the sly fox knows some way to go around it...

I imagine that Leon, in all his labrador hybrid charm, has very little experience when it comes to mating. You were literally his first! And he would be yours too if Jack didn't call dibs on you first as the older and more experienced one :( In short, neither of you have a lot of experience and it shows, especially with Leon and how 'adorably eager' he is, as Luis says it.

Leon is still a young man, eager to please and extremely virile but he doesn't have the experience nor patience, he still thinks with his balls and the only thing on his mind is to stuff you full with his pulsing knot and pup you up and this just can't do, a pretty young lady like you deserves better <3

I imagine Luis slotting himself against Leon from the back, grabbing his hips and basically guiding them, moving his hips and purring into the dogboy's ear about all the best ways to pleasure you, how to cant his hips right to not cause you discomfort and instead bring you the most pleasure, all the best angles and spots to have you yowling and cumming your pretty head off <3

Later, when Leon made you cum at least three times and he himself had his knot stuffed deep inside you, the tip of his sensitive cock lodged firm against your cervix and he laid his soft body on top of you to keep you warm, Luis made sure to slink in next to you and kiss you until you were mewling and pawing at him, purring your head off with his name on you precious lips <3

And Cougar hybrid!Alcina!! She thinks you're just delightful, a precious young thing that should be cherished and prized! Ever since she noticed you, she's been quietly observing you from a distance; the precious kitty girl that's the princess of the...farm thing, or so Alcina thinks she heard someone say.

And it is in fact terrible to see how you're treated! These stupid knot-headed man-things who only think with their balls, thinking only about spreading their nasty seed are absolutely abhorrent in her eyes! Alcina saw how either those awful dog hybrids chase you and mount you, especially that ugly old blonde one, so roughly until you're mewling. Or her dumb brother who always bellows about how he almost caught himself a kitty for dinner, dragged her back into his den and pupped her good.

You're wearing adorable bows and delicate collars with precious stones in them, she knows beauty and actually can appreciate when she sees it, unlike those man-things who only know how to knot...You deserve to be treated like a regal young lady should, not some washed out tart on the corner of a street. She could treat you so so much better...

[dyns33]

Family protection

I missed Alfie during Flufftober, I'm not going to lie, even if it was fun

Thomas Shelby was preoccupied.

No, if he was honest, Thomas was just as terrified and furious at that moment, hurt inside, ready to devastate everything in his path, like every time he was told that a member of his family had been targeted.

It had perhaps been a mistake on his part to believe that it was not necessary to monitor Y/N after her marriage. Solomons' men took care of that.

So, when John had called him in a panic, saying that there were rumors about the kidnapping, or even the murder of their sister, he had at first remained frozen at his desk.

Since Polly had brought her back, this little girl from another mother, also abandoned by their fucking so called father, he had loved her. Maybe even more than the others.

The child was adorable. Shy at first, then smiling, with a crystal-clear laugh, asking for cuddles from her brothers, playing with dolls with her sister, and always wanting to be with them.

Normally, boys didn't accept the presence of girls. Poor Ada knew something about that. But strangely, with Y/N, it was different. Neither he, nor John, nor Arthur, could refuse her anything.

She came with them in the streets, in the countryside, in the trees. There were some limits of course, but he had shown her how to climb, jump, run. How to defend herself, if one strange day they weren't there.

Thomas confided things to her and her only when they were alone. The times he slept in the fields, she came to join him. That was often what pushed him to come home, because he didn't want her to catch her death. She stayed there, glued to him without saying anything, respecting his silence like no other member of his family, and for that, he ended up talking to her.

It was a false secret, that Y/N was his favorite. A secret that didn't bother anyone, since she was everyone's favorite.

So Thomas Shelby was preoccupied, because it was said that something had happened to his little sister, without anyone being able to clearly say what.

"She was in a bookstore." Arthur mumbled. "She goes there several times a month, to get books and read to the kids. They like it, she has a beautiful voice. After the session, she often has tea upstairs with the old owner. Men came in, beat up the employees and customers, before going upstairs. Then there was a fire. We don't know anything else."

"And Mr. Solomons ?"

"Haven't managed to reach him. His little assistant says he's… busy."

You'd think the same guys had come to Camden Town to destroy the King's Bakery. Because everything was in a pathetic state, and it was the doing of one man, who shouted orders from his office when he wasn't breaking anything that came his way.

If Thomas was preoccupied, Alfie had lost his mind.

During an important meeting with the Irish, he had let Ollie handle the business, and since the men had to be watched, it was a new kid who answered the phone.

He learned only two hours after his return that a woman had called. Not just any woman, his wife. Who was worried, because there were men in front of the bookstore, whom she didn't know.

She was smart, his wife. His tender Y/N, well raised by the Shelbys. Even if she was normally safe, she remained wary, thinking of looking behind or through the window, knowing all of her husband's employees.

The incompetents who followed her that day had been found with their throats slit in an alley.

Even though his patient was at his limit, Thomas let Alfie finish his tantrum, noting that he had left only the phone and the record player intact, which was playing opera to try to calm him down.

Y/N had disappeared for four hours now. He wouldn't calm down.

"They would have called, huh ? To give their fucking instructions. Or maybe they're scared, they know that my men, the most competent this time, and yours, are all over town, and that as soon as we know who did this, they'll be dead. But… If they don't have her… Tommy, if they don't have her, if she's in that still smoking pile of ashes… I'll burn everything."

"Arthur and John are going to find her."

"Yeah, huh ? You can sense it with your gypsy powers ? Your witch aunt read the cards and saw that my Y/N was healthy ?"

"Not now, Alfie."

Solomons growled, turning his office chair in anger and slamming it against the floor until it was all crumbs. It was only because it was his wife's family that he was acceptinf Thomas' presence.

And for his part, even though he wanted to blow his head off for not protecting his sister properly, Tommy sat there smoking his cigarette, remembering how it had felt to hold Grace in his arms.

When the phone rang, he stared at it for a moment, before looking at Alfie, frozen in the middle of the room, staring at the wall. He wondered if he hadn't heard, before realizing that the wandering Jew was afraid to answer.

It might have been the famous ransom demand, which would teach them that a lot of harm had been done to Y/N, and much more would come if they didn't do what the kidnappers wanted.

It might also have been the coroner, who had finished putting names on the bodies following the fire.

Slowly, Thomas put down his cigarette, before answering.

"… Tommy ?"

"… Y/N ?"

"Give me that !" ordered Alfie who immediately came back to life, snatching the phone from him before finding a softer voice. "Treacle ? Love ? Are you okay ? Where are you ?"

It turned out that despite the lack of practice, taking young Y/N into the woods to teach her how to climb, jump, play tightrope walkers and hide, had been a good thing.

Realizing that something was happening and since her husband was not reachable, she had climbed through the upstairs window on the courtyard side, hoisting herself up onto the roof, until she found a secluded spot to climb down.

Then, not knowing who to trust, she had stayed hidden until nightfall, to go to the closest and safest place from her position, which was her sister's house.

"Faster, Ismael !"

Thomas could have muttered that it would be better to get to Ada's alive, but he only clung to the door handle while the driver obeyed Mr. Solomons without worrying about pedestrians or other cars.

It was also useless to stop Alfie from jumping onto the sidewalk, forgetting his cane in the car to go and bang on the door like a madman until someone opened it.

Calm only returned when he laid eyes on Y/N, settled in the living room and already surrounded by all the other Shelbys who had been called after them.

"Treacle. Forgive me." he sobbed as he threw himself at her knees, his arms around her and his head against her stomach. "I was so worried, love, I thought I was going to die."

"Oh, Alfie. I'm sorry, I wanted to call you before but I didn't have access to a phone."

"I'm the worst husband. I didn't protect you. If my men weren't dead, I'd slit their throats myself."

"Let's try to talk about something happier." Thomas coughed as he approached, placing a hand on his sister's shoulder who smiled at him. "Did you hurt yourself jumping off the roof ?"

"No, I'm fine. Just a little tired."

"Strange clothes."

"Yes, love. You weren't wearing that this morning."

"Oh, I…" Y/N said, visibly embarrassed. "I may have "borrowed" a disguise. And money. And a car."

"She's our lil sis !" Arthur declared proudly, oblivious to the dark looks from his aunt, sister, brothers, and brother-in-law.

Maybe they had also shown young Y/N how to steal, but only once or twice, for fun, telling her that it was wrong, and that she would never need to do that because they would take care of her.

Alfie mumbled in Hebrew, which made her laugh. Probably insults without malice. He only let go of her to allow the others to kiss her before he took her back to their home, returning worse than a leech at the first opportunity.

When he proposed to add some of his men to Solomons' for her next outings, the king of Candem was at first outraged. He didn't bark only because his wife had already experienced a lot of emotions, but he would not let Thomas humiliate him.

However, in the middle of the night, certainly when Y/N was sleeping, Solomons contacted him.

"How many men, and what price ?"

"I'm the one who feels insulted now, Alfie. She's my sister, that will be the necessary number and for nothing at all."

"Hmm… You know, they all have something to say about you, your siblings. All of them, while you take care of them. I know it, I see it, but they are never happy. But not Y/N. No, my treacle has nothing but compliments for her big brothers, and you the first. Tommy this, Tommy that. She adores you."

"I adore her too."

"Hmm. Not as much as me, and so there will be fewer men than mine, but… I accept the offer."

"Glad we almost agree on something, Mr. Solomons."

He did not sleep that night, because Thomas Shelby was a preoccupied man by nature. By business, by his family, by the future and the past.

But as for his favorite little sister, he could have slept peacefully, knowing that her husband was there to ensure her happiness and protection as he had sworn during their marriage.

And if something were to happen, they would join forces, then Thomas would probably kill Alfie to punish him, if the madman didn't kill himself first to join Y/N whom he loved at least as much as her brother loved her.

[mc-lukanette]

Marinette didn't know Luka's friends very well despite the years of the two of them knowing each other, so she tried to balance keeping herself "outside" of their friendly bubble while also chiming in whenever she was asked a question directly. It helped that she had her sketchpad with her, so she could mindlessly draw when she wasn't part of the conversation.

It was going well until Claudine spoke up, not at her specifically but it definitely got her attention.

"Hey, anyone know if Luka likes someone?"

Marinette's head snapped up, suddenly very aware of everyone in the room. "W-what?"

Roche acknowledged her with a glance, then raised a brow at Claudine. "Did he do anything to make you think that?"

Mito, who had made himself comfortable sitting on the backrest of the couch, tilted his head at her as well. "Why ask?"

"I'm curious!" Claudine raised a finger. "And because it's a crime! When you hear an amazing song, don't you hate when you learn it's not a hit?"

Roche nodded, but Mito and Marinette remained perplexed.

"That's Luka," Claudine clarified, arms spread. "The guy's soft as a marshmallow and so nice, but he's not dating anyone and can't hold a relationship to save his life!"

That, Marinette could understand. The whole being an adult thing had meant that they'd had to spend so much time getting their lives together, so she'd tried to ignore the pang in her chest when they met back up again, so certain that he would've been dating by then, but nothing. Luka always had so much love in his heart that it seemed like a shame that no one was on the receiving end of it.

Wait—

"Can't hold a relationship?" she repeated. "So he's been on dates?"

Roche answered rather than Claudine, "A few, when they ask."

They. So it wasn't Luka initiating, apparently. It was an oddly relieving feeling.

Claudine nodded at Roche. "And it usually ends after one or two dates."

"Isn't that because he's not interested?" Marinette figured.

"But he always lets them decide if they go on another, and you know how he is," Claudine argued. "He's a sweetheart. I bet he tends to their every need, shows them a good time... why wouldn't they follow up if they felt like they had a chance?"

"Hmmm," Mito hummed, tipping a hat he didn't have and miming smoking from a pipe. "A mystery."

"He might not be good at romance after all?" Roche suggested as an alternative theory. "He just seems like it."

Marinette raised a hand, adding on, "It doesn't sound very Luka to go on dates if he already likes someone."

"Maybe he wants to get over them?" Claudine shrugged. "Could be any reason."

"Who'd reject Luka?" Marinette countered. "Unless he never confessed?"

Mito adjusted his imaginary hat. "You know what they say: love is mute."

"That's—" Roche shook his head, deciding not to bother correcting him.

Marinette considered the information presented to her. The idea that Luka was in love with someone without her knowing sounded ridiculous, because while she'd been away from him for a while, he could've found time to say something to her if the crush had happened before then.

He could've brought it up when they'd watch romance movies together, like when they pressed against each other during one movie in particular where things were tense enough to feel like a horror movie. They'd turned to each other and pretended not to notice until the scene was over, so he could have made conversation then.

And he was so complimentary! He would call her "beautiful" when she was just in her pajamas, "cute" when all she'd done was make a little noise or wiggle excitedly, and constantly praised her intelligence. If he'd already been in love with someone, he would save such compliments for them, and what date of his would not ask for another one when he was like that?

It was as Mito said: a mystery, and one that was making her unconsciously draw Luka in her sketchpad, oops—

"Hey, I'm back," Luka called from the hallway, carrying a drink holder in his arm.

Marinette closed her sketchpad as casually yet quickly as possible, looking up at him with a beaming smile. "Oh! Hi!"

"Hey," he greeted, despite having already done so.

She bit her lower lip, eyeing Luka up and down. He was even more attractive than when they were teens and just as considerate, the size of drinks in the carrier varying depending on how much each person usually drank. She was so curious, wondering how such a man couldn't be dating anyone nor manage to keep his dates from coming back. She racked her brain, idly tapping on her sketchpad as she tried to figure out how she could resolve this for both her and his friends.

Then, something clicked, and the words came out before she could stop them.

"Luka, would you go on a test date with me?"

His smile faltered, shocked lips parting at the sudden request. She shifted anxiously in her seat while the eyes of his friends went to the both of them, and she wondered if it'd been too much. Was she so undateable that even calling it a test date was weird?

Luka's grip on the drink carrier unconsciously loosened. Mito, speeding off the couch towards him, ducked down and placed himself just under the nearly fallen carrier. Standing up fully, he took it from Luka by perfectly balancing it on his head, taking it back to the others so Roche could put it on the table.

The action made Luka move again, eyes darting over to his trio of friends. "What were you guys talking about?"

Marinette pushed herself up, leaving her sketches behind as she approached him. "We were wondering why you can't keep dates with anyone. I thought..." She blushed, gesturing between the two of them and already feeling silly. "If we went out on a date, I'd know?"

"Ah." He covered his mouth, making it harder to know exactly what was going on his head. She tried to peer into his eyes, but he evaded, staring off at a corner of the ceiling.

Were his cheeks pink? Was he thinking about his mystery crush just at the mention of a date? Was Claudine right?

Just as Marinette started to get worried, the hand on his chin lowered to reveal a lopsided smile. He made eye contact with her again, voice full of amusement. "We could do it, but I don't think you'd be able to tell."

She tilted her head at the emphasis, which implied that she specifically wouldn't be able to tell. Was it because she didn't know who he liked, or he thought she wasn't perceptive enough, or...

Eyes narrowing, she asked directly, "Is that a challenge?"

Luka went wide-eyed, his hand dropping from his chin and hovering awkwardly at chest level. Roche, Mito, and Claudine had already whipped out their drinks, sipping from them and huddled together as they watched the two intently.

"What?" Luka blinked helplessly. "No—"

"I accept." Marinette straightened, poking him in the chest as her competitive side came out front and center. "I'm going to figure you out. Looking forward to our date, Luka Couffaine."

With a huff, she turned back around and went to her seat, plopping down and reopening her sketchpad. She blushed seeing the sketch she'd just drawn of him, then hurriedly flipped to another page and started drawing something else.

She could handle this, she thought. Worst case scenario, she'd still get a date with her multi-year one-sided crush.

[illarian-rambling]

Illaros Illuminated Ep.1: Honor's Outcasts 🌠

Welcome everyone to the first episode of our newest gimmick, a character talkshow! Thank you to everyone who sent in questions for my Outcasts quartet to answer. Without further adieu, lets get to it!

[Our four interviewees sit in a well-furnished set. Izjik, a very butch and physically fit selkie, is making silly faces at the camera. Sepo, a grumpy looking siren with long brown hair, sits beside her and glowers at the lights. On the other couch, Twenari, a teenager with well-kept locs and mad-dog eyes, whispers into the ear of Djek, a sketchy young man with a buzzcut, who giggles at something she says.]

Interviewer: "Hello there, Outcasts, infamous heroes of Illaros! Our first question for you today is a soft-ball from @seastarblue: What are your favorite weapons? Very appropriate for a sellsword troupe such as yourselves, ey?"

Izjik immediately raises her hand. "Oh, me first! My favorite weapon is my washava. It's a carved stone on the end of a rope, balanced to work just as well above or below water. It's not an easy thing to wield, but treat it well, and it'll let you grapple, strike, and trip with just one weapon. I'm pleased to call myself a bit of a master of the thing!"

Sepo nods at that. He taps a pin on his shirt, and suddenly, you can hear his low, raspy voice in your head. "I can attest - the washava is a bitch to use. I prefer a simple dagger. Up close and personal, or a distant flash in the night: it's my poison to pick."

"Magic is my favorite," Twenari pipes up. "It's not always a weapon, which is a common misconception, but it can be used to devastating effect in a pinch. Especially if I'm the one wielding it."

Djek hesitates a bit before answering. "Are words an option?"

Twenari shrugs. "I'd say they are."

"If anyone can use a pun to deadly effect, it's you," Sepo grumbles.

Djek flashes the siren a shit-eating grin. "Oh, well, now you're making it look like I'm fishing for compliments."

Sepo just sighs deeply.

Interviewer: "Our next question comes from @mk-writes-stuff: To all of them, what’s your biggest pet peeve about one or more of the others? Like something that’s objectively probably not a big deal but drives you up a wall?"

All of them stare at each other in silence for a second.

Sepo gives them all a long look. "Do you want me to go alphabetically or in order of grievance?"

"That. That's my pet peeve about you," Djek announces. "You've always gotta be a bitch about things."

"Ditto," Izjik says.

"Ok, well, you're an incurably picky eater who makes going to any restaurant a battle, and you're a messy bitch who's allergic to picking up his dirty clothes." Sepo huffs dramatically. "Twenari, you're.... I guess you could stand to pay better attention when people are talking to you."

Twenari just shrugs. "None of you know how to manage money, that's my only gripe."

"That's what we've got you for, kid." Izjik grins.

Djek sizes up Izjik with a long look. "The thing you do that annoys me the most... uh...."

"Watch yourself, little man." Izjik, notably shorter than Djek, yawns wide to display her pointed teeth.

"Your muscles are just too fantastic," Djek quickly says, nodding sagely. "How's a skinny fellow like myself to compete?"

Izjik leans back, content. "That's what I thought."

"Izjik, you're a morning person. That pisses me off," Twenari admits. "How are you just... like that at six in the morning? It's unnatural."

"I'd be more of a morning person if you didn't wake me up cooking rigatoni at one in the morning." Izjik’s voice is sweet, though her smile is strained. "My darling girl, who the actual fuck makes pasta in the middle of the night?"

"...It helps me de-stress," Twenari mumbles.

Interviewer: "Next up, in a change of pace from @rumeysawrites: To all four of them, what do each of you like the most about the other three?"

"Aw, this one's way easier!" Djek pulls Twenari into a half-hug. "You're like, the smartest ever, but you're also the best teacher I've ever met. You make the world easier to understand for everyone else around you. Izjik, my favorite thing about you is how considerate you are. You always know the best things to say, and how to cheer someone up when they're up in their shit. Sepo, your best trait is how your forehead can be used as a mirror in a pinch." Djek makes a little heart with his hands.

Sepo’s eye gives a subtle twitch.

"Ah, just kidding, you're the most stubborn bastard I've ever met." Djek flashes the other man a smile. "You've never given up on anything in your life. If I'm ever in trouble, I know you won't stop til I'm out."

Sepo clears his throat, his face having gone quite pink. "That's... You're a funny guy, Djek. You make me laugh. Twenari, you're a rare spot of common sense in this hellhole of a world, and Izjik, you're my sister."

"Haha, I love you too." Izjik musses up Sepo's hair in an affectionate gesture. "And I know you love me. Everyone you love knows it - that's my favorite thing about you."

Sepo’s face goes from pink to bright red.

"Djek, your favorite thing about me is actually my favorite thing about you!" Izjik continues. "You've got a silver damn tongue - you always seem to know what to say, especially to comfort folks. And Twenari, you might be the bravest one of us all. You've got a level-head, that's for sure, and I doubt all of us would be here without it."

Twenari pulls at her collar. "Oh damn, I have to follow all that up? Sepo, you're a wonderful conversationalist and I love our chats. Izjik, you're so incredibly kind. Djek... you're like the big brother I never had. I like how you include me when you go out to parties and stuff."

"Oh, that deserves an even bigger hug!" Djek pulls the younger girl close, beaming happily.

Interviewer: "Oh here's a fun one! From @thecomfywriter, for Izjik specifically: Why do you feel so ashamed to ask for help? Why do you feel like a burden when you yourself have no problem burdening yourself for others?”

There is another long beat of silence.

Izjik crosses her arms after a pause. "Hey, what the FUCK-"

"Yeah, Izjik, why are you so bad at asking for help?" Djek asks, leaning in close.

Twenari taps her chin. "I have noticed that, yes. You do tend to avoid asking for help. Especially with End, but also when it comes to, like, things around the house. Or when you get hurt."

"Not when you're sick, though - you're a needy bitch when you're sick," Djek adds.

Izjik shifts, clearly uncomfortable. At her side, Sepo places a hand over hers.

"Well, I guess..." She huffs, frustrated. "I don't fucking know. I don't think I'm ashamed to ask for help at all - I just like to be able to take care of things myself."

"You never wanted my help when it came to researching End," Sepo murmurs.

"That's not... That's different." Izjik grimaces. "End is fucking dangerous. I didn't want to involve anyone else in that. Also, I was scared of what we might find."

"So, it's dangerous, but it's ok if you're the only one in danger?" Djek asks slyly.

"Better just me than all of us!" Izjik snaps. "I'm an old hand at dealing with End - you aren't. I'd rather let it hurt me than let it hurt you too. I protect people. That's what I do. And I'd be pretty shit at that if I let my nonsense get you guys in trouble."

"We can protect you too," Twenari whispers.

"But you don't have to," Izjik replies. "I can handle myself and my issues. If I truly think I can't take care of something on my own, I'll go to you guys."

"You overestimate your capabilities," Sepo says bluntly.

Izjik scowls, bearing her teeth. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean??"

"It means you're supposed to ask for help before you break, not after," Sepo answers.

"Wh- I- I don't-" Izjik flounders for a moment.

Djek whispers behind his hand. "Your line is, 'Ok, Sepo, you got me there.'"

Blushing, Izjik sits back with a huff. "Ok, Sepo, you got me there."

Interviewer: "Another one from @thecomfywriter: ACTUALLY WAIT I HAVE A GROUP QUESTION: what’s the messiest drama that’s occurred within the squad? who was on whose side? (i want MESS LOL)"

Izjik grimaces. "Look, bitch, I don't know what your problem is-"

"Oh, it was definitely that time you and Sepo were arguing over that assassination." Djek shudders theatrically.

"Gods beyond, don't remind me," Twenari adds with an eyeroll.

"Please, it wasn't that bad," Sepo huffs.

"I listened to you scream into a pillow for a full two minutes." Djek gives the siren a pointed look. "You know, I think that was the first time I realized, 'Wow, this guy is not human!' Who the hell has the lung capacity for that?"

"You punched through a cabinet." Twenari points at Izjik. "Then you two gave each other the silent treatment for weeks."

"Very adult," Djek adds.

"Very mature," Twenari continues.

"I gotta say, though, I think Sepo was in the right on that one." Djek turns to Twenari. This is their discussion now, both seafolk having gone red as they avoid eye contact. "Izjik should've told him the sirens knew about End - he just loses points cause he was a total asshole about it."

"Really?" Twenari cocks her head. "I think she had the right to keep that secret. It didn't really change anything if the sirens were after us for a different reason than we thought. Also, can you honestly say Sepo wouldn't have thrown himself back into the ocean to get himself killed hunting the Silver Sovereign if he'd known?"

"I resent that," Sepo mumbles. Both of the humans ignore him.

"Yeah, neither of them were really playing fair." Djek leans lazily upon the armrest. "I guess they were both a little right and both a little wrong."

"Agreed. Here's to not having to deal with that anymore." Twenari reaches out and shakes Djek’s hand.

Djek chuckles. "You got that fucking right."

Izjik and Sepo both share an embarrassed glance, but say nothing.

Interviewer: "And finally, from @kaylinalexanderbooks: I'd like to know everyone's most embarrassing moment. See who can answer for themselves and who needs others to answer for them."

"I don't enjoy this game," Sepo mutters.

"I threw up in my mouth once cause I got so scared my first time hearing a bobcat scream," Djek volunteers eagerly. "It was back in the Sarytas when I went off alone to gather firewood. I heard like this low scream, like some big dude getting knifed. I thought I was about to get serial killed before I remembered, oh yeah, bobcats sound like a man screaming!"

There's an extended pause.

"Djek..." Twenari makes a face. "Bobcats sound like a woman screaming.... It's a very high scream...."

The pause gets even longer.

"Oh." Djek rubs the back of his head. "Then, what was- Actually, no, I don't wanna know."

"I ran into a rock so hard I knocked out three of my teeth once." Izjik grins, showing off her pearly chompers. "Course, these suckers grow back, but Sepo made a joke by starting to use the same sign for 'concussion' and 'rock,' and it's stuck til this day."

"Mine was probably...." Twenari sighs as her cheeks grow noticeably darker. "Mine was probably that time I tried to ask Tahla D. out to the 9th grade dance, but I didn't know she had a boyfriend, so he poured his milk carton over my head and my hair smelled like sour milk for the whole day."

"We can still beat the little fucker if you want," Izjik offers, cracking her knuckles. "I'll go to jail over that. Not like they'll keep me there long anyways."

"No, that's ok." Twenari smiles lightly. "I cursed his locker to un-do any homework he put in there anyways. Mostly, I just feel bad about making things weird with Tahla. She was really cool."

"It's alright, my most embarrassing moment was realizing I wasn't interested in sex when an upperclassmen of mine took off her shirt for me." Sepo shakes his head in distant memory. "She asked me to come back to her room to work on scales. I showed up with my music folder and she showed up in lingerie. My brother took my chore rotation for a full month just so I could avoid interacting with her afterwards."

"I don't know, that time you fell down the drainpipe was pretty bad too," Izjik replies laughingly.

Sepo sniffs delicately. "I was severely concussed - that doesn't count."

"Hey, at least we can be content in knowing we have the most game in this little cluster of chuckle fucks." Djek reaches over to dap Izjik up - a gesture she returns heartily.

"Here's to running into rocks and throwing up in your mouth." Izjik grins.

Yeah, none of these four have any shame lol. Thanks again to everyone who participated! Keep an eye out for a part two later on: Mortal God edition :)

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[universalzones]

"Took ya long enough," Surge said as Sonic came out. "Thought you would've just told Whisper to take it easy and get out here right away to solve this shit. Whatever, let's just find Lanolin and see what she wants us to do." The tenrec wasn't sure what to do about GUN, though was sure Lanolin already was doing something to try and get them to back off. Best to find her first and ask.

"Well, from what i gathered someone had shut down our servers and system. Knowing GUN it was most likely them so I can return the favor. My stuff was never hooked up to The Restoration's systems so it should be running. As long as I can get to it that is." Kitsunami wasn't sure what parts of the base had been cut off, though as long as he can get to the barracks he can reach his stuff.

"That'll piss them off, though having it at the ready ain't a bad idea. If they decided they wanna get forceful then we cut them off from their home base." Surge knew Sonic didn't want any fighting to break out, though if it did keeping them from asking for backup would be good. "Drippy, can you work with him on this?" The tenrec asked motioning to Tails.

"...Fine, I guess. I'm not happy about it." Kitsunami didn't want to be anywhere near Tails, though if Surge asked him he could handle it. The fennec turning his attention to the vulpine. "You'd better not touch any of my equipment." He didn't trust the other not to try and go through his files or various equipment, even if the logical side of him said there was no reason for him to snoop around his stuff.

"Easy Drippy, just relax a bit." Surge then looked at Tails. "Just, keep a few feet away from him or something." The tenrec was sure it went without saying Kitsunami still had Starline's programming in his head to hate Tails, even if it wasn't as bad as it was before seeing as he was allowing him to help. "Come on, let's head outside and find Lanolin." The speedster then dashed off.

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"Hey, try not to worry about GUN, okay? Sonic and Surge can speed blitz anyone of those chumps. I'm sure Kitsunami and Tails are already coming up with a super brainy plan. Lanolin's out there too along with Belle. I'm sure Amy has shown up too." Tangle wished she could grip Whisper's hand back to try and put her at ease. The only thing she could barely move was her tail.

"Not to mention if things go crazy crazy then you're the only one here armed and able to defend here. Unless the doc can get me up and running quickly." Tangle would put her attention on the doctor now.

"At least I'm hoping you've got something to let me move again. I'll be honest doc, not being able to move really sucks. I also got a major itch on my nose and it's just killing me here." Tangle was hoping that was the case so she could help if need be, and the itch was making her lose her mind.

The Wolf remained silent as the other's discussed her own well being and she knew it came from a good place. But if they needed her, hurt and in pain or not she'd always be there for them. She was trained to deal with pain and how to manage her wounds. She effectively had multiple burns over her body and the little Violet wisp was resting on her head feeling responsible and, rather depressed because it got her hurt. But Whisper didn't blame them she practically did it to herself. She knew she couldn't use wisps without her body getting wrecked by it.

Whisper was about to stand up ready to go back in the field but, Tangle's words made her falter. The doctor giving her a glance over from where he stood though she could only assume it was a judgmental stare. She did want to help but also she didn't want to worry Tangle. Yet her stubborn nature as a soldier bled through as she still grabbed her rifle and stood up, despite the hesitation she could still shoot and that was enough to provide cover for the others.

The Snake pushed his way into the room and gave Tangle a long stare at her request.

" She's in obvious pain if that's what you want me to say, but i could tell you lot you were about to fall apart and you'd still march into danger with your head held high. "

Altiss gave Tangle a long stare

" She should stay... but having cared for my share of soldiers in the War i can tell you none of you ever listen to me. But i get why, so you won't her me badger you about it... "

He tugged high calorie energy bar from his jacket and offered one to Surge and Sonic with a steady gaze. Showing that on some level he understood how there bodies required more energy then any normal person and all that speed burned through there calories like wild grass fire. This was his way of trying to help balance there energy levels and keep them healthy.

" ... Someone has to play the Hero... i suppose that falls to you two. Try not to be to wreckless... i can only stitch so much of you back together... and You miss Whisper, sit... you aren't going to do anyone any good in your condition..."

Sonic took the bar curiously as very few knew why he ate so many chilidogs. It was packed with calories and kept him moving without burning his body out. He wasn't sure Surge had the same issue, though he guessed it was possible? he bet the Doc made that assumption based on his physiology since Surges was mostly unknown.

" Doc's know best, besides between Surge and I, if GUN does try anything they are in for a bad time. I'm honestly hopin' it don't come to that! besides i bet Amys already on her way back... and the Chaotix ain't to far away either... push comes to shove we'll be fine. Sorry to bug ya doc--- an thanks for the pick me up. "

He turned but paused to give Tangle a smile as he had always thought those two were a cute couple.

" Yo, Ring Tail! Get better quick ya hear? Miss havin' ya bouncin' around already! Alright gang let's bounce, and let the doc do his thing! "

Whisper had slowly sat back down when the Doc pointed out how hurt she was. She didn't want to worry Tangle either, but she did feel like she was letting everyone down. She placed her hand on blue until she heard it was GUN causing issues which made her blue eyes snap open. Her history with GUN only made her nostrils flare as she watched the others leave. She hated this... she hated being hurt and worse...

She had a bad feeling about all of it...

[linkemon]

Scaramouche (selfship)

Selfship was made for AgusiaSzczygiel on Wattpad in celebration of her birthday ^^ Actually, it's probably worth noting that it's more Wanderer than Scaramouche from the beginning of the game.

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↣ He found out about your birthday in advance from Nahida. She mentioned it casually (the truth is that she totally planned it, she's not the goddess of wisdom for nothing). Scaramouche has mixed feelings about the concept of birthdays and doesn't really care about them but you're a completely different option. Especially since he found out that your friends from Sumeru take them very seriously.

↣ He had many ideas in mind. Starting with a birthday cake (he had it in the back of his mind that you don't have a sweet tooth), through other material gifts. Finally, he decided that he would like to prepare something unusual. That's why Scaramouche decided that he wanted to show you the Aranaras. He knew that you had only heard stories about them. You like animals and although it's not quite the same, he found it an interesting substitute. He asked Nahida to help you see them in reality and not in dreams, at least for that one day, which she gladly did.

↣ Scaramouche was quite pleased with the idea. Especially when he saw the childlike joy in your eyes. Seeing you among the small, green creatures with big hearts made him think that in that aspect you were just like them. Too good for this nasty and unfair world. He didn't say it out loud though. Instead, he grabbed your hand, even though he rarely initiated physical contact. Just don't comment on that out loud or you'll embarrass him!

↣ On your way back to Sumeru City, you were met with rain. He took off his wide-brimmed hat and shoved it on your head. You wanted to protest but in the loud pouring rain, he growled that he knew how easily you caught a cold, so you better keep your hat on before it could fly away with the wind.

↣ You met Mini Durin in the city. Nahida promised to look after him but he ran away from her. Apparently he was incredibly interested in your birthday. Despite not really understanding the concept, he sang: Happy Birthday to You! very enthusiastically, which he learned especially for this day. He also let it slip that Scaramouche had been considering all the possibilities for your celebration for a very long time. The interested party denied it on the spot, of course. Under your curious gaze, he softened a bit and said that maybe he had spent a bit more time on it than he should have (but only a bit, don't think he's trying too hard or anything!).

↣ You thought the meeting would be the only gift but when you got back, you found a package under your door. It was wrapped in plain paper and tied with string (unfortunately, Scara doesn't wrap presents as well as you do and he's too proud to ask anyone for help). Inside, you found a beautiful writing set. An ornate notebook and a set of quills with an elegant inkwell. Next to it, a short but meaningful note: "Fit your entire novel here." Scaramouche knows perfectly well that you like to write and he decided that this way he could help you overcome any writer's block. He read in the books belonging to the Akademiya about how the environment affects it and that's why he decided to give you something that would be in it and motivate you.

↣ Scara is better at expressing his feelings through actions than through words. That's why he didn't give you a effusive birthday wish or buy you a giant birthday card like your friends from Sumeru. Instead, he chose to express everything through your trip together. He organized it with you in mind and he hopes you enjoyed it.

↣ Before he left you after a day full of excitement, you managed to spend some time together under the stars. The night sky was shining with a million dots. When you saw a falling star, he really wanted to tell you that it was just a giant rock but in the end he pursed his lips. Make a wish. This one time, he won't ruin your fun.

↣ Scaramouche has only one request. When his birthday comes, despite your big heart, take him somewhere far away from people. Those students he's dealing with are going to get on his nerves. You're the only exception...

[poisonousquinzel]

thinking about just how likely it is that Batman was the only person Harley told about having suicidal thoughts whilst in Arkham in Detective Comics #831

"I was seriously considering hanging sheets from the light in my cell and doing the maximum checkout when I heard this voice..."

Detective Comics #831

and how he knew when she strapped that bomb to herself in Batman (2016) #100 that he had to go after her because she was going let herself die in an attempt to end Joker's rampage for good but that she refused to physically do it because he didn't want to her Kill him and he told her that so she's found a middle ground

"We don't need to end it this way. He needs to be locked back up."

that she'd rather die than keep living with his presence in the world haunting her, haunting Them.

That if he did choose Joker, she wasn't going to disarm the bomb herself.

"Honey. You're talking to the wrong girl if you think he's not dangerous locked up in Arkham. It's like I said. That's not good enough for me. Not anymore."

the way he yells for her as she leaves.

"You're only going to get to one of us in time, Bats. Who's it going to be?"

"Harley!"

the way the two men stare at each other in the way they have so many times before, in those moments when Joker stayed or prioritized their fight over her. the way he knew Joker loved the thrill of it all and thought it was funny, thought there was No way Batman would leave him and that this game had to end as according to the rules. And that Batman would do so, he would follow the rules and save him. The way he immediately assumed Batman would choose him, choose his life and choose to stay and disarm the bomb.

And how Batman didn't do that. How Batman walked away from him, leaving him to die or escape or whatever, because He was choosing Harley and her safety and prioritizing her life over him.

The way he stared him in the eyes before choosing the woman Joker had always left to die over him. The way that it was always Him, it was never a question if he would choose Batman over her, but when faced with that type of scenario, Joker is the one that gets left behind to die.

The way she literally woke up in the hospital instead of them having a scene just outside after he removed it. because she didn't intend to live in one of the two options. the way the bomb probably did go off to some capacity because you don't just end up in the hospital knocked out for a week.

Him saying that he's glad she's okay, after everything they've been through, this war and Everything else. and the way he didn't brush off her concern

"I'm glad you're okay."

"Are you?"

"I had to bury my father again today. I did it with my family."

i just, i can't,,,,, i cant

[fandom-only]

I love analysis and debates to a weird degree, so for all its worth, your arguments are fantastic.

But at least we both agree that Mafumom is wrong because that's the whole point of the story. If anyone thinks otherwise then I think they need to reevaluate themselves more than anything

Also I'm using the argument that she knows only that one way and thinks any other is wrong because of her past with her family so I may be using the wrong terminology when explaining myself. But it is rather obvious she is living vicariously through Mafuyu, as you said. The more correct term maybe something along those lines. But I still stand by my theory that Mafumom's family is like that and she passed on her own troubles to Mafuyu because she took the wrong lessons to heart.

Also like, the woman is married. That's the real question here. How did she marry a nice guy like Mafuyu's dad? Granted he's absent but again, don't know his work and he's not the only parent in the story to not show up much in their kids life(Tenma's dad is a company executive and travels for work a lot too, but then again he's still involved so maybe bad example)

Is she normal in every thing but child raising? Probably since her husband didn't even realize what she's doing until it's too late, that and his work making him absent

If Sega isn't gonna give us the why she abused Mafuyu at least give us a how and why she got married. I want a divorce arc so bad, I think it would be a fun storyline. But rn it's a Mizuki storyline in the main Niigo events, so we won't circle back to Mafuyu for a bit

Oh! Who wants to make up backstories about Mafuyu's dad this time? We've analyzed her mom, what about her dad?

We know he's rich (implied in immiscible discord) and the main breadwinner, also has work busy enough that he isn't as actively involved in his one kid's life. But he isn't a bad man, just a man that fell into a bad situation in terms of family. If he is a prestigious man like Tenma dad, who is a company executive, it may have contributed to the pressure on Mafuyu. Yknow keep the Asahina name honorable or something by being a successful doctor. He certainly isn't like that tho, so more and more questions arise.Is his family accidentally helping pressure Mafuyu too? Or are they as absent as he is because of outside circumstances. What about Mafuyu's parents are they also pressuring her to pressure Mafuyu?

...

I need to write a fan fiction now

THANK YOU FOR INSPIRING ME

I love you ❤

Let's debate more, your insight has been helpful to my writers block

The more I read Mafuyu's stories the more confused I am about why her mom is like that. She has the temperament of a good parent, being able to control her emotions, but she chooses to guilt trip her kid who was probably scared after getting lost? She reacted calmly at first, but went about scolding her like Mafuyu is intentionally hurting her by getting lost instead of getting lost because she's a kid and stuff happens.

Like, if you can stay calm enough that your first response is to not scold her but check in on her, why would you guilt trip your kid after? A simple, don't it again, would've scared a kid enough to not do it again. But no! It's you're turning out to be a bad girl instead. Oh I'm sorry, who wasn't paying attention to her kid in a busy theme park? Not Mafuyu, but you

Girl could've been kidnapped and you'd have found a way to blame her, honestly

Honestly it seems like her mom is the culmination of the worst of toxic culture mixed into one and making it generational. I'm still gonna believe my theory that it's generational and that Mafuyu is breaking the generational trauma.

If Mafuyu really did end up being a doctor, what then? Yeah she would've been a great one, but what then? Being in the medical field ia stressful enough, add to it her not being able to feel her own emotions, what's gonna happen to the patients who needs their doctors to go beyond the physical and Mafuyu can't provide that?

What was the point of all that she did?

Mafuyu's mental state is shattered, add to it the stress of the medical field, it's easy to see where it'll end up. Again add to it the toxic work culture Japan has, if she gets lucky she gets a normal hospital, if not, good luck. That girl is gone and never moving up to be a successful doctor with her people pleasing facade. They're gonna take advantage of her.

Honestly, Mafuyu isn't even my favorite on the priority list, but the fact her mom exists is the only reason I want to dissect her. As a (young) adult with a somewhat good upbringing, she confuses me. No matter how hard I try to think from her perspective I can't. And as someone getting how to care for yourself advice now, she confuses me even more. Work all the time is obviously not optimal but that's just how it is in her head. It is optimal because Mafuyu is focused on that, she'll get it. Which isn't true, as Farewell my mask shows, girl cannot focus because test day is near and the stress of upsetting her mom pretty much makes her crash and burn.

I have so much thoughts. It's getting too long.

[iqmmir]

I am having muu thoughts

[luciddreamslikeelectricity]

he's going to be fighting a bunch of these things on his own, huh?

[fcdcdmcmories]

"I... I'M SORRY, WHAT? ADOPTED? HE.. WHAT? HOW DID HE TAKE THAT? and above all, how.. how did you take that? that after everything he said and did, it.. was all for nothing?" when he thought that she couldn't surprise him more, this happened. the thought that finn pederson was adopted, out of all the people in the world? it was.. well, for a man that had always despised anyone did not share that last name? it was SOMETHING else. food for thought later, of course. "when is it not complicated? I HOPE I GET TO MEET HIM ONE DAY, THEN. SOUNDS LIKE QUITE THE REMARKABLE MAN." if anyone could change the cold-hearted monster that he had once known into someone different? someone that even cecilia seemed alright to speak about? that was ODD. "i do. i like it very much," her. was it obvious he was talking about her?

"YOU.. THINK YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'D BE SIGNING UP FOR? COMPLICATED WITH US HAS ALWAYS BEEN.. DIFFERENT THAN COMPLICATED FOR EVERYONE ELSE." his hand was locked in her own and he doubted that he would ever be able to let go of it now. it was bad of him. it was horrible of him and yet, how could he right now? she was... everything. grinning. "we're very dog friendly, thank you very much," making it clear that he too was joking. and looking relieved? of the fact that she wasn't seeing someone? maybe. "but.. you know what i meant. if you had someone that you'd want to bring.. that'd be.. okay. I MEAN.. IT WOULD BE.. OKAY?." did his expression show that he very much felt as if it was not okay? something like that, yes. he could be selfish and right now? he didn't want to see her with anyone else. not at all, no. "please. you'll never pay for anything here. as the very first person to believe in me back then? IT'S ON THE HOUSE." because she had been and as much as he had tried to forget that? to put it behind him? to let it go? it was always the truth.

"we could. it's just.." clearing his throat, as he looked down at his hands. "her name's tiffany. laney set us up a couple of weeks ago and she's pretty great, but i.. that's why i think something's wrong with me. she and i should make sense, but.. it doesn't feel like.. we do. i don't know. maybe it's my own messed up head. she's not.." she's not you. wasn't that the problem? what he had been about to say? not to mention that it felt as if laney liked that match more than he could ever and he had gone with it at first to make her happy and he had tried, he had, but.. it had been nothing, compared to this. "i could swing by, yeah. if.. you'd like that? bring dinner and all that? meet those famous ten dogs of yours?" god, what was he doing? saying yes to this? saying yes to all of this? but it felt right. it felt more right than anything that had happened in the past four months. for him. "you are loveable. the most loveable person i've ever met. IF ONLY YOU COULD SEE YOURSELF AS.. I'VE ALWAYS SEEN YOU." placing that lock of hair behind her ear felt so damn familiar and it felt like.. above all and first and foremost? it felt like coming home. so much it made his heart ache. "but you keep going. that's part of life? you.. yes, maybe some people let us down when all is said and done, but.. you also find the good ones. trust me. i know." shaking his head a little bit, with.. a whole damn world of sadness showing itself in his expression. right? "it's not that simple, cee. i wish it was. she pays for everything. evie works with her. she pays for gabi's school, for the restaurant, for everything they need - SHE TAKES CARES OF THEM. I COULDN'T.. I COULDN'T POSSIBLY DO ALL THAT." but it meant the world that she believed in him. that she believed that he could do this, when he himself did not and never had before. right? "i try, but.. truth is, she can do more for them than i can. it's just.." shaking his head immediately, parker found himself glancing up at her. "no, i couldn't.. i couldn't take your money, cee. not a chance. i'm already way over my head in debt with her and i'm slowly managing to pay her back, but if this happened? SHE WOULD.. SHE WOULD KNOW SOMETHING HAPPENED. she knows the money that i have and don't. she wouldn't rest until she got to the bottom of it and.. it'd get back to you. i don't want that. i don't want to cause you any trouble." and he appreciated what she was doing but that was the case. he didn't want to cause her any trouble and he didn't want to drag her into what was his MESS. right? "frodo hasn't been himself as of late either. he.. hm.. he doesn't really like it when laney cames around. usually, i have to keep him in my room. HE BARKS.. A LOT," strange that something like that happened? maybe, but still.. "but yes, maybe it will be good for them to.. see each other. winston and my boy. spend time together? IT'S A DATE." he realised what he had just said, clearing his throat a little bit. had he said it's a date instead of we'll see a date? for a second, his cheeks turned bright red, as he realised what had just HAPPENED. damn it.

"i wouldn't follow that asshole anywhere, unless it's to put him through a wall after what he did. but what.. you're acting like you've seen him again after that night. what did he do to you?" not realising that.. he was sitting up straighter at that? protectively? yes, he was. for some reason, the thoughts about that man left a bad taste in his mouth. that motherfucker. "no. no more of that. we'll never be in a room like that again, okay? i promise you. i'll keep you safe." he wrapped his arms tighter around her, pressing his chin against the top of her head. hoping that made her feel secure? hoping that made her see what he couldn't say out loud? maybe. "i'm not going anywhere. i'm right here." i love you. i've never stopped loving you. what he thought but what he couldn't say out loud? yes, that was precisely what that meant. he wrapped his arms around her waist again, pulling her closer to his chest. the kiss was frantic and desperate and loving and right now, it felt as if his heart was finally in the right place. he felt warm, he felt.. complete and that only made him kiss her more desperately. i want that, i do, but.. one step at a time? my heart is yours. it always has been. it always will be. everything was messy and he wasn't sure he trusted her completely, but.. that was the truth. he loved her. she was.. everything. he shrugged his jacket off his shoulders, moving to unbutton her shirt with his free hand, not even thinking of pulling away or breaking the kiss. who cared about breathing? about anything? RIGHT NOW? ALL THAT MATTERED WAS HER. it seemed as if time had frozen and the world had disappeared and.. all that existed was this. them, in this tiny elevator, with him feeling more at home than he had in a long time. / @xtinyslip

"… it was a lie. a lie that not even he was aware of. my father? he was adopted, he was never actually born a pederson." he had a right to know because in a way it had shaped a lot of his years as much as it had shaped hers. hadn't it? he'd been right there with her, when her father had been making her life hell ; he had a right to know that basically… it had all been bollocks. "he was, is. it's rather complicated. not much of a surprise there, hm?" she smiled but it was evident her smile was full of sadness. no, she had never wanted to lose parker but her father having to lose will? all because he had been the one to constantly defend her? none of this should ever have happened.

"you like it?" but she clearly already knew the answer with how she was grinning back. the fact she was grinning, for whatever reason made her blush. perhaps, because it felt like she hadn't grinned genuinely like this since the last time she saw him alive. "that's a strong possibility but i'm not sure that there's a chance of ever changing that now, hm? i'm not sure we're a viable match for normal, those days are long behind us. normal is… boring. i could care less for it. i would rather have complicated with you than normal with anyone else." she didn't care for normal, it was a word she'd never practically known the meaning too. not really. she'd never experienced it. "bring someone? i'm not sure how appropriate it would be for me to show up with my ten dogs? is this place even dog friendly?" she did smile at him, she was being… playful. it was her way of telling him that there was no one like THAT. she had people, she wasn't completely alone but how could she ever love anyone else? "there would be eleven of us. i can pay." she chuckled, letting her thumb stroke over the top of his hand. in all seriousness, she wasn't about to show up there with all her dogs. no, hardly practical. "we could… we could do dinner? i'd like that? unless --" was there someone? not that she cared if there was. that might have been terrible but again, she didn't care. "i could tell you or you could come by sometime and see it for yourself? i could give you the not so grand tour?" the house she picked was nice, no doubts about it but it wasn't… it wasn't the level of fancy that anyone was expecting. "that's alright. you didn't know. i wasn't even aware you were here. this is --" well, IT WAS MEANT TO BE. was there any other way to describe it? "lovable? i'm sure you are the only one to describe me as that." when he placed that lock of hair behind her ear, she knew she was blushing again. it wasn't even the act, it was just because it was him, and so a simple act meant so much more just because it was him doing it.

"i'm not so sure about that. it's been rather… tough for me in that department but i would like to believe that it is." tough was an understatement. how many people had let her down? she didn't want to think about it. "i can, and i will. it's not what you think." she saw him glance to his hands, bringing her hand to gently hold his wrist and give it a reassuring squeeze. "lets them? are they not old enough to make that decision for themselves?" she was defensive but over him, and the fact that this was clearly some kind of fucked up power play ; one she used to know too well and she didn't want that hanging over him… or gabi. "take it from me, and i'd know. money isn't everything. i have seen how you are with gabi, i've seen it parker. i'm sure you're a fantastic father." cecilia instantly felt her body tense when he said that this had all been paid for by elaine, it meant that she could take it away with a snap of her fingers. she'd been in the restaurant once, she held no real attachment for it yet but clearly he did. "no," and it was a sharp no. "you don't owe that woman anything. i have the money, however much it is? tell me, you can have it and use it to pay her back. tell her you won big, i don't care as long as she knows it didn't come from me. i'm asking you to trust me, will you?" she was doing this to protect him, and the money was just sitting there. she didn't want it, she would rather have them both be alive and none of that happened, than have a penny of that money. "yes, i would like that and so would winston. he's been… struggling recently. i'm sure a new friend could be exactly what he needs. we'll set a date, hm?" no hesitation. was she using winston as an excuse to see parker? perhaps, but she was sure he wouldn't mind. well, maybe he would but she was sure he would have a nice time regardless. "if he ever approaches you? don't believe a word he says. call me, and do not go anywhere with him. parker, this is important." because she couldn't… she couldn't do that again. she let him embrace her, sinking into his embrace was the safest she had felt in months. she knew it was by how her breathing was beginning to calm, become less erratic than it had been. "this time it's you that lives." her voice was quiet, even with his hands on the side of her face but regardless of how quiet it was. she meant every word.

cecilia wasn't sure whether they could deepen this kiss any further, however, he proved her wrong and she was glad of that as the kiss deepened. "i love you." she wasn't even aware that she'd managed to say it through the kiss, she didn't even know she'd said it out loud but it didn't matter ; she meant it all the same. she'd pressed the emergency stop button, it would freeze until she pressed it again or until maintenance wizened on and brought the elevator manually to his floor. be mine? i'll do whatever it takes to be yours. the tears were because… this was overwhelming her senses but for once it was in a good way. for the first time since this had happened, she wasn't secretly drowning in grief and guilt. now she was drowning in him and she welcomed it, she welcomed this feeling. this time, this moment, this space was there's and she had every intention of making the most of this time as she could. her lips hadn't broken from his, she had no intention of them doing so either, only in the brief moments where they came up for air before it started again. bringing her free hand she started to undo the buttons on his shirt, squeezing his hand with the one that was still tangled in his. @fcdcdmcmories

[r3ynah]

Substitute

Danny as Phantom, bored out of his mind tried his best to keep his eyes open, this JL meeting, the meeting was about a cause of mind control or something, in short this was just boring,

he was here as a substitute for Constantine because that man ditched the last second, and left Phantom for himself.

His so gonna push the man off the ledge when he sees him.

Danny continued to dissociate, until he heard a familiar name, coming out of the dark knight's mouth.

"Ember? the popstar? batman do you really think she's the one doing this mind control thing?" Flash asked, he was also almost falling asleep until the popstar's name was said. "Man, Ember's songs are such a vibe, hope she's not some supervillain"

"It is not confirmed, All we know is that she might only be a meta civilian that really just wants to show the world her songs" Wonder woman reasoned, from the far end of the table.

"Until further notice, we shall gather some crimes she unknowingly did, and have her quarantined for the mean time." Batman stated at the other side of the table.

wait what? Quarantine Ember? His rogue and friend, no that wouldn't do.

"I need to disagree with you there Mr. Batman" Phantom called out gaining all the members attention

"And why is that, Phantom?" Superman asked for Batman, who only stared at the ghost with curiosity.

"Well, you did specifically said that members cannot, mess with other members rogues" Phantom exclaimed "If you mess with Ember you're practically breaking your own rules,"

"The Ember, is your rogue?" Flash said astonished. "Wait that means she's also a ghost like you, But why are you just letting her go around the world parading?"

"Yes she's a ghost like me, i let her parade the world because she's on a vacation I mean this whole world tour speaks for itself, putting her in quarantine will do no good for her or anyone, and the whole mind controlling thing is so last season for Ember, she just sucks the energy out of people who hear her songs so she herself can have energy." Phantom explained, floating down to sit on his designated chair. "Besides I keep track of her, to make sure she doesn't create havoc and overdue her powers, she hasn't mind controlled anyone that's for sure."

Phantom eyed batman who still remained, quiet, he looked like he was thinking of something deeply, whatever it was Danny didn't care as long as Ember and the other ghosts are safe.

"And how would you guarantee that Ember won't harm any human citizens?" Batman questioned.

"Oh that's easy, because I already told them what will happen, if they either try to hurt humans" Danny let out a smile that showed all his sharp fangs, his eyes glowed a toxic green, that made everyone in the room uncomfortable, his hair floated more aggressively and uncontrollably. "I think they got the message."

Everyone felt scared at that moment, just who the hell did Constantine, bring in here?

[tapakah0]

(runout of tags again I hate it here gotta bite the max ammount) #Also. I feel like Ward's perception of Oscar will be changing from now on #Yep. a bastard. a smart bastard. But let's be real. He can survive and get you out, follow him # Mhm. Cass I think I did mention that I was up for the story, because of what could possibly be in this story later # We reached the point where I open the door, close it from inside and throw the key in the window from 10th floor

Part 13 ;)

Oh no, they're roommates now?? Hope you're ready for the fluff, family dynamics, and chaos that follows~

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